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I can't say the word, it hurts me too much to say it. I grab your hand and trace RAPED on it. "He was pushing me THAT hard on it. . . I wouldn't budge. . . . It was a relief when he gave up. . . " I'm crying again. I can't look at you, and I don't have to feel the disappointment, the hurt, the anger radiating from you. I could feel some concern too, but mainly the disappointment, hurt, and anger. And for me, that was enough to send me into hysterics again, and you see me trace the scar on my wrist.
 
My skin crawls thinking of someone else touching you, inside you. I wonder if you are telling me everything. And I love you at the same time. "I'm glad you weren't hurt." I stand up and leave the room, hiding the tears forming in my eyes. "I'm glad you didn't go through with it, and I'm glad you told me."

I return in a few moments with a bag full of your clothes and all of your essentials from the bathroom. "The clubroom is your room until we sort this out. I'll be upstairs with my son." I say, coolly as I close the door behind me.
 
I slowly set everything up in the clubroom for my stay. Once done, I laid down and let the tears run silently down my face.

I took several showers still, not feeling like the touches, the smells, nothing was clean.

After each one I sat down and bawled.
 
I go upstairs and lock myself in my room with the little guy. I bounce him in my lap, loving him and wondering what to do, wondering if he will be ok if we are not, wondering how close things came to being over and even if that moment had happened. I wonder why you needed to do this and what you got out of it. I wonder the dark thoughts too. What really happened? Do I know everything. Did some handsome stranger taste your pussy - MY pussy - before filling it with his cock and his cum? I wonder if things will be ok again. As little Reece coos and warbles, I wish I knew as little about his mother and could only love her just because, as he did right now.
 
Each time I hear something that sounds like happiness- mainly our son's cooing- it sends me over the edge again, crying and bawling.

About three hours later, I'm slumped against the door, unable to cry anymore, unable to do much else but lay there. My wrists have a new set of bite mark bracelets, much deeper than before. My eyes are puffy and red. I'm exhausted but I don't dare sleep.
 
I go downstairs and have dinner, then feed Reece. I clean him for bed and rock him to sleep in our room before putting him in his crib to sleep. I lie down with the lights off and sportscenter on, not feeling like speaking with you still.
 
I open the clubroom door and walk over to the kitchen silently, make myself a sandwich, and then sneak back in.
 
I pass out and wake up around 2pm. I'm horny and angry and cold. I get up and check on Reece, turning him on to his stomach. I go downstairs and unlock the clubroom door, not at all caring if I wake you up.
 
I'm in the club room, curled up in the window chair. When I hear the door unlock and see your reflection in the window, I bolt and curl up in the closet, not wanting to see you, fresh tears on my face.
 
I see the bathroom door open and know that leaves only one place for you. I open the closet door. I reach down and grab a handful of your hair and pull you up and back into the clubroom. I quickly spin you around, facing away from me. I slap your ass once very hard. "Get your shorts off, slut."
 
I cry out in pain and shakily remove my shorts, not questioning, just doing. I pull my hair into a pony tail and also remove my shirt and bra without being asked.

Naked and vulnerable. Just the way I should be.

I knew what was coming, of course. Tears still streaked my face.
 
I step behind you and waste no time grabbing your ponytail and slamming my hard cock into you. "What was his name?" I ask, punctuating each word with a deep thrust slamming into you.
 
"Is this what he did?" I ask, pounding you, angry. "He got to fuck you, didn't he?" I slap your side. "Tell the truth!"
 
"He didn't fuck me, Reece, I wouldn't let him!!!" I scream, shuddering, sobbing. I cry out when you slap my side. "Please, sir, believe me!!!"
 
"Shut up, whore," I growl, cruelly. My hands grip your hips and I proceed to fuck you with a rage unseen before, enjoying every whimper, squeak, and mewl that you let out. I release a huge load of cum deep in your pussy and then push you away as I pulk out of you. "If you don't want us, then go have him." I tell you, with tears in my eyes as I put my boxers back on and turn to go back out and back upstairs.
 
I'm crying even harder now and as you get ready to leave, I speak up.

"Beat me, sir," I say, clearly. "Please."
 
I walk over to where you are, angrier now that you would ask me something like that. I go to grab a handful of your hair and as I do, I cannot bring myself to form a tight grip, instead resting my handsimply on your head. "Get up," I tell you.
 
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