My husband is a sadist.
Andrei and I had been dating for a year when he decided to propose. But I wasn't planning to say yes: I was only 19, I wanted to see the world, to live. Building a little nest wasn't in my plans. And Andrei was already 26. As he said, "at that age, men start thinking about family." My parents insisted on the marriage. It was all about money — my family never lived lavishly, and Andrei was an entrepreneur, and a successful one at that. With him, I would lack for nothing. I had to agree. I even started convincing myself that we would live a long and happy life, and that I would definitely fall in love with him... someday.
The wedding was scheduled
for October, even though the proposal was in February. During those months, Andrei wanted to finish building our house, get his affairs in order, so he'd have more time for me later. I started preparing for the wedding little by little, when I accidentally met my first school love — Maxim... We dated when I was n and he was n. It was real romance: ice cream, flowers from the garden, declarations of love, walks in the rain... With Andrei, everything was different: we went to restaurants, to boring receptions, I could never wear sneakers or chew gum around him or his acquaintances. Gloom, in a word... Meeting Max, we reminisced about old times, he invited me over on Sunday. We ate pizza, washed it down with some fizzy junk, looked at old photos and laughed. I hadn't had that much fun in a long time. And finally, Max looked seriously into my eyes and leaned towards my lips. I couldn't resist... His grown-up body, his passionate eyes and hot breath... They drove me crazy in an instant! I began greedily sinking into his lips, his neck. I pulled off his clothes, and when he was left without underwear, I asked him to stand in front of me:— I want to look at you..." — I whispered and settled more comfortably on the sofa.
It was impossible not to admire Maxim... In the 4 years since I'd last seen him, he had grown to 180 cm tall; he used to have a hunched back, a flat chest, and a soft stomach. And now a real man stood before me. No one could have resisted. I sat on the edge of the sofa, Max stood closer. Looking up into his eyes from below, I began to kiss his cock, and then took it in my mouth and didn't want to let go. I helped myself with my tongue, lips, hands, ran the head over my chin and lips, took the cock into my throat and sharply pulled it out, squeezing my lips tighter. I tried so hard to please him that after about 5 minutes my little mouth got tired, and Maxim couldn't wait any longer. He knelt down, helped me take off my clothes, his passion changed to immense tenderness, that was even better... I lay down on the sofa, and Max, still kneeling beside me, slowly kissed me from head to toe, without touching the most sensitive areas. I lay with my eyes closed and moaned with pleasure: it was nothing compared to how it happened with Andrei. Andrei was a passionate lover, but only until my first orgasm... Then he apparently thought that was enough for me and would finish, and I often went to the bathroom and masturbated in the shower to release the energy that hadn't found an outlet with Andrei. And the wonders Max performed when he went down on me! It was like dying and being born again!
When we moved on to actual sex, I was already half-fainting. Max laid me on the carpet and lay on top. I cried out every time he thrust his cock into me sharply, and moaned softly when he moved it slowly back and forth. He never took his eyes off me, looked into my eyes the whole time, watched every emotion. And when I cried out, arched my back, and dug my nails into his shoulders, he held me tightly in his arms and pressed his groin closer to my pubic bone. I had an orgasm and started to come to my senses a little. When I opened my eyes, I saw Maxim smiling. He looked at me as if it were the most pleasant female orgasm of his life! That evening, that wasn't our last sex, and not our last meeting... For a whole 5 months, I forgot about my upcoming wedding. All the preparations were taken care of by my future husband's side. I had sex with Maxim 5 days a week, and with Andrei only once. Sometimes I wondered why Andrei didn't demand more, but thoughts of Maxim overshadowed any other thoughts.
The wedding day arrived. By this time, Maxim already knew everything, and even tried to talk me out of the marriage, but it was too late and my parents wouldn't have wanted to hear about it. When Andrei and I were driving to the registry office, I couldn't take it and burst into tears. I said I had cheated on him, started asking for forgiveness, and Andrei unexpectedly calmly said: "I know, Sveta, I know everything. And I know about your Maxim, and that you've been under him for the last six months, and that he fucked you every day. And in the evening you saw me as if nothing had happened. I know everything about you..." I sat with huge tear-filled eyes, unable to rationally comprehend what I had just heard. And Andrei wiped the tears from my face and opened the car door. I was beside myself all evening. I caught myself thinking that I didn't know my husband as a person that well... It scared me a lot, and for good reason... The next morning I woke up with a headache. I drank a lot of champagne to avoid thinking about the fact that Andrei knew about everything. However, when I came to and tried to rub my eyes with my hand, I felt pain in my wrist — my right hand was chained, but fortunately, it wasn't bleeding. I was in our new private house, in a room on the first floor where the exercise equipment was. The chain seemed familiar — it used to be on the neck of a huge guard dog, an Alabai, at Andrei's house. I remembered Andrei saying he would only free Rex if he died. I examined the chain to find a weak link and try to free myself, but on it I only found dried blood. I got scared and started examining myself — what if it was my blood? But I was unharmed. Later I learned that Andrei killed his Rex that same morning... The room was dark and suddenly a voice came from the opposite corner: "Awake, Sveta?" and the light turned on. It seemed to blind me for a moment, but my eyes quickly adjusted. In the corner opposite sat Andrei, as always calm, businesslike, confident.
— Andrei, what does this mean?! Untie me!
— Show me how you fucked your buddy, and maybe I'll have mercy.
He repeatedly brought from 1 to 5 prostitutes, having gotten them drunk to a pig's squeal in advance so they wouldn't resist him. They staged orgies in front of my eyes. He fucked them for hours, and they only asked for more. Andrei forced them to have lesbian sex, to masturbate, sitting in front of me. Or he would hang one of them by her hands from a hook for a boxing bag in the ceiling, and, without taking his eyes off me, raped her for so long and with such force that the exhausted and half-conscious woman fell to the ground powerless when untied. Once, one hooker tried to draw me into their orgy. She started touching my breasts and putting her hands between my legs (I still walked around the house naked or in Andrei's torn old shirt). Seeing this, my tormentor grabbed that prostitute by the hair and forcefully threw her away from me, shouting: "She's only mine! If any whore touches her again, I'll bury you all alive together!" After these words, Andrei chased them out, finished a bottle of vodka, and went to sleep...
The thought kept occurring to me that I should report him, but I was stopped by thoughts: Andrei is a well-known rich man; I am, after all, very ashamed in front of my family, in front of people. How will I look people in the eye?! A whole year passed like this... During that year, I got pregnant twice, but after a couple of "sessions" of rough sex, I bled and lost the baby.
Once we were visiting his parents. His mother, I must say, was an absolute sweetheart, treated me like her own daughter. It was she who saw the abrasions on my wrists from the chains and Andrei's hands. Thank God, she didn't have a heart-to-heart with her little son, but immediately called the police. After examinations by several doctors, psychologists, and court officials, Andrei was isolated from society... There was a trial, fortunately, justice prevailed and money played no small role in this case. Andrei was given (as it seems to me, too little) 4 years of strict regime. I rehabilitated over the course of a year. But I was left infertile...
Now Andrei is free again. I managed to get a restraining order so he can't come within a cannon shot's distance of me. I don't know his further fate. But everything started getting better for me: Maxim and I have been married for 1.5 years, we have a wonderful two-year-old girl. We adopted her a year after the wedding. Maxim doesn't let anyone hurt me, treats me like a queen, and doesn't do anything that reminds me of the past...
Author's e-mail: 00svеtа00@inbоx.ru