Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Defiled Young Housewife: EP17

Christy couldn't let Dave continue. If things went too far, he might see the faint remnants of old bruises Reggie had left on her. She had no appetite left for physical intimacy anyway after spending time with Reggie today. It was like he had taken every orgasm in her body and left her completely drained of desire for her husband.

"I love you too, Dave. I'm sorry, but I don't feel well tonight and I'm tired," Christy replied, untangling herself from his embrace. Since Reggie began molesting her, she had been giving Dave excuses, but Dave didn't seem to notice. She turned off the light sitting on her nightstand, entered bed wearing her pajamas and tried to sleep until she heard Dave leave the room.

In the darkness, thoughts of Reggie's big, black cock made slumber for Christy nearly impossible. The things Reggie had been doing to her penetrated the core of her femininity. Now perverted images of the sex they had together haunted her, like shocking highlights from pornographic videos she had been forced to watch and couldn't get out of her mind. If only they were just videos she was remembering. She had actually experienced those obscene things with the criminal who lived in her house.

At least it was Friday. With Dave home for the weekend, Reggie would leave her alone and likely spend the next couple of days away, tending to his illegal drug business she assumed. The welcome break from him would give her time to recuperate.

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The weekend had brought Christy a temporary reprieve from Reggie, but Monday morning arrived much too soon, like the alarm on a clock that prematurely interrupts a deep, desperately needed slumber. Christy awoke as Dave prepared for work. She rose from a sea of sheets covering their bed ready to finally try having sex with her husband again. "Honey, why don't you call in sick today and stay with me?"

They had not made love since that day when Reggie barged into the bathroom and first assaulted her. As a married couple, Christy and Dave had never gone this long without each other. Christy wanted intimacy with her husband. In a peculiar way she felt like it would help repair the secret damage done to their marriage. Dave remained completely unaware of what she was doing with Reggie to protect her family.

The bruises Reggie had given her were finally gone and she wasn't wearing pajamas this morning to conceal them, only her panties. She looked perfect and Dave desired her, but the timing was all wrong. He couldn't be late for work. "I can't call in sick today, Christy. Leroy asked me Friday to work overtime today, and I'm going to be home late tonight, after 8:00 P. M."

"You didn't say anything about working overtime today. That's too long, Dave." Her voice contained a hint of fear that he misinterpreted as annoyance.

A perplexed look momentarily crossed his face as he stared at her. She never complained about him working overtime before, usually welcoming the extra money. He thought he remembered mentioning the extra hours to her, but perhaps it was Reggie he had told while they were drinking beer together Friday night, after Christy had gone to bed early. "I'm sorry. I thought I did," he answered.

Dave continued getting dressed, ignorant of his wife's panic. A silent façade concealed her internal turmoil that felt like a violent storm raging within her tight chest. No escape was possible, yet she successfully hid her dismay.

She couldn't be alone with Reggie all day while Dave worked overtime. Even with Reggie's threats dangling over her head like a guillotine about to drop, she didn't want to repeat last week and the things he had made her do with him. She sat up in the bed, Dave kissing her cheek and heading off to work.

Christy hopped out of bed wearing the sexy bikini briefs she had tried enticing her husband with and put on the matching bra. She rummaged her dresser drawers searching for something else to quickly throw on. It was a race to get out of the house before Reggie woke.

Unfortunately, Reggie had risen earlier in the morning and already waited for his opportunity to be alone with Christy. Dave had kindly mentioned to him last Friday night, while they drank a few beers together, that he would be working overtime today.

Reggie heard the front door close, Dave's car rumble to life and pull out of the driveway. It had been a long weekend without Christy, and with an urgent erection that demanded immediate attention, Reggie looked forward to spending extra time with her.

Christy grabbed a pair of olive colored Capris pants and a beige blouse. But before she put them on, Reggie entered her room shirtless, tremendous muscles in his chest, arms and stomach bulging beneath his dark skin as if sculpted in stone. His baggy, black gym shorts poorly concealed the huge protrusion caused by his gigantic cock.

"You gonna go somewhere, baby?"

Christy's voice contained a mixture of annoyance and fear - but predominantly fear. She knew why he was in her bedroom and what he wanted. Reggie visited her bedroom most mornings after Dave left. "I need to look for work. I would appreciate it if you didn't come in my room anymore."

The only work she would be doing would be on her back for him, Reggie amusingly thought. He smirked while advancing closer to Christy. "I'll come in your room anytime I want, and you ain't doing nothing about it. You forget about our little arrangement? You not going anywhere today. You staying with me. You my girlfriend and you best be good to me, baby, remember? Or else bad things will happen to Dave and your nice family."

Reggie's massive stature dwarfed her petite frame as she stared up at him. She backed away, aware of his intentions, until her firm, round ass bumped into the dresser and she couldn't retreat further. "Please get away from me." "What's the matter, baby? Don't you want some more loving from your black boyfriend today? I know you missed having my big black dick inside that tight little pussy over the weekend."

She wasn't his 'baby' or his girlfriend. She hated having sex with him. But he was a high-ranking drug dealer, a violent gangster responsible for numerous murders. He had threatened her family. If she refused to cooperate with him, if anyone found out anything about him, if anything at all happened to him, his homeboys had their instructions. No one could know the secret, especially Dave.

Christy shook her head. "No, please leave me alone! I don't want to do that with you again."

Reggie pulled down his shorts and guided Christy's hand to his colossal cock. "We done this before and you know what I like, baby. It's not that bad. I'm gonna treat you real nice and love you some more today. All you gotta do is cooperate. You don't want anything to happen to your family, do you?"