As the evening drew close, Jillian listened to the soft pitter patter of the rain outside her window. She knew he would be home soon and her heart beat quickly awaiting his arrival. Her hands nervously picked at the pillow on her lap. She was afraid. She knew what was to come, but she didn't know how much longer she could take it. The anger inside of her was starting to become stronger then her fear. The squealing of car tires caused her to sit up straight in her chair. He was here. She could tell by the way he parked that he was already drunk, nothing would please him tonight.

With a crash, the kitchen door flew open. "Where's my supper?" He peered at her through blurred eyes. Jillian meekly held out the plate with his dinner and with one quick move he was at her side. "What the hell is that?" He rolled his eyes with disgust and tossed the plate into the sink. "You know I don't like spaghetti." His words were slurred, but his hand strong as it struck Jillian's cheek.

"I'm sorry, I'll make something else." Jillian held in her tears, knowing he would become more uncontrollable if she showed her fear. Quickly she moved to the fridge looking for something, anything, to feed her husband. But she wasn't fast enough.

"Forget it, you can't cook anyway." He laughed as if it were all a joke, then took her by her waist and pulled her onto his lap. "C'mere, girl."

With a sigh, Jillian relaxed against him. "I missed you." She murmured as he kissed her slender neck. His hand were rough as he pushed her legs apart groping at her. She knew what was coming and it was better then a beating. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, today was okay. He wasn't angry, just in the mood for something other then food. She was happy to do as he asked. She turned to face him, kissed him and smiled. "I love you." She did even though she knew she shouldn't. He wasn't the same man she had met, but she still loved him. As he led her to the bedroom she smiled. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. She was safe tonight.

"That's what all the girls say." He grinned at her, teasing her with his words. Then he was upon her. Her body held down by his weight. But her mind couldn't forget what he had just said.

"What girls?" She looked up at her husband hoping he didn't mean he was unfaithful. But his smile only widened and with nothing more then a shrug he avoided her question. He was a graceful lover. His movements thoughtful and sensual. His lips caressed her and his hands were gentle on her body. Jillian felt herself letting go. When he was finished he rolled over and went to sleep, but Jillian stayed awake his words echoing through her mind. What girls did he mean? Who else was telling him that she loved him? Pain tore through her heart and Jillian cried as she held the man she loved more than anyone in the world. He couldn't be unfaithful. She couldn't bear any more hurt. But she couldn't forget those words, even while she slept.

The morning came quickly and Jillian rose with the sun. If he were to wake and breakfast weren't ready she knew she would have hell to pay. So she bustled around the kitchen getting his food together and brought it to the bedroom. "Baby, your breakfast is ready." She spoke softly and he stirred, but didn't wake up. "Baby!" She was a little more insistent, but tried to keep her voice down. He would be hung over and in a sour mood so as he sat up she made as little noise as possible. She only opened and poured a beer, and watched while he ate.

"Thanks." He muttered as he shoved the plate back towards her. He stretched, yawned, and then smiled. "Looks like a nice day." Jillian almost wept at the kindness in his voice. He still loved her. She knew it. When he spoke to her like that she knew that it would truely be a nice day, but that particular day she was wrong. "I gotta go." With that her husband leapt out of bed and Jillian left him to get ready for work. She wondered if she should question him about the girls again, but decided against it. Better to leave it alone, she figured.

"Have a good day at work." She kissed his cheek as he walked out the door and then frowned as a black car pulled up. As he climbed into the car she saw the woman behind the wheel. She wasn't anyone he worked with. As a matter of fact, she didnt even know this woman. But she was beautiful. Before Jillian's eyes her husband leaned over and kissed the woman. With a small cry, she jumped back and slammed the door before bursting into tears. How could he? Why hadn't she seen it coming? Jillian felt her knees buckle and cried on the floor for quite some time. Damn him, why did he always have to hurt her?

The day crept by slowly, each minute seeming to last forever, but Jillian dreaded the moment he came home. She couldn't bear it. She could not live with the hurt. She packed her things and brought them to her friends house, but she went back to what had been her home. She needed to understand. She had to know why. She was a good woman. She knew that much. Usually he got home around six, but by quarter to seven he still hadn't showed. Jillian didn't call even though normally she would have. Today she had to do things different. At eight thirty she heard a car door slam and then a few moments later the kitchen door opened. He was drunk. She could tell by the way he shuffled through the kitchen. "Where is my supper?" He came around the corner and Jillian stood up from her place on the couch.

"Who was that woman?" She knew she sounded pathetic, but she didn't care.

"What woman?" He feigned innocence, his eyes round and his lips pouting. But when Jillian didn't sit down he smirked. "My friend."

"You kissed her."

"Is that a crime?" He laughed and then glared at her. "Don't worry about what I do. I'm a grown man."

"You're married. You said you loved me." Jillian couldn't hold the tears back any longer and they streamed down her face as she saw what she didnt want to see. Indifference, on the face of the man she loved.

"She's a good lay. Unlike you. She doesn't whine. She cooks good. I like her, I can like all kinds of women, but I love you, baby. You're always there for me. You take care of me. I'll always come back to you. She's just a fling. She doesn't mean anything to me. She just keeps me from being too stressed, thats all. A friend with benefits, if thats what you wanna call it." He looked at Jillian daring her to reply with his eyes. And when she did they widened in surprise.

"Then marry her! I won't be a fool any more. I'm tired of being a dummy for you!" Jillian began to shake. "I'll be damned before I let you break my heart anymore. You're no good and you never were. Everyone was right about you. I should have left you years ago." With that she marched past him towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Call your friend. I'm leaving!" Jillian pulled the door to open it, but not fast enough. His hand caught her arm and he pulled her back.

"No, baby, you aren't leaving me. I won't let you." He sounded so calm that Jillian turned to look at him. His eyes were cloudy, but something about them chilled her. He cupped her face and tried to kiss her, but Jillian pulled away.

"Don't touch me." The contempt in her voice must have struck a chord within him because his eyes became steely.

"I'll kiss you if I want to." He pulled her close and tried again, but this time Jillian pushed him away.

"Don't touch me!" Jillian grabbed for the door again, but he pushed it shut. He pulled at her pants and she cringed.

"If I want to have sex with my wife I will." The smell of beer was overpowering as he leaned against her, breathing into her neck. "I have every right to make love to you right now." His hand pulled her pants down and slid into the front of her panties. He shoved a finger into her roughly and she gasped.

"Don't." She moaned, but she felt her resolve melting. Only he could break her down this way. She loved him, but she suddenly saw him touching the woman she had seen that morning and she felt her strength come back. "Get away." She pulled at his hand trying to free herself from his grasp, but she couldn't.

"You want it. I know you do." He bit her neck hard and she yelped with pain and shock when he tore her panties from her.

"Let me go! I don't want you to touch me!" She began to fight again, but he pressed himself against her harder. She could feel his firm manhood throbbing against her belly. It was turning him on. He liked it. She was disgusted by it all. He couldn't have her and that other woman. There was no way. But she knew she couldn't get away. He was just too strong for her.

With his other hand he pulled his jogging pants down and Jillian squeezed her legs together hoping to keep him from getting what he wanted. He ducked his head biting and sucking on her neck and she felt herself becoming weak. His fingers caressed her below and she felt herself becoming sticky with desire. With one quick movement he plunged himself into her. It felt so good. He kept her pinned against the door pushing himself into her harder and harder. Jillian felt her body betraying her. Her hands wrapping around his neck. Her leg slipping around his hip. His hand sliding down her back pulling her close. She felt herself arching against him. Wanting him. Needing him. He pulled out of her and turned her around and she found that she was reacting willingly. She couldn't find the energy to hate him. All she could feel was pleasure. His hard shaft rubbed the small of her back and then suddenly she felt him penetrate. His penis was deep inside her anus, thrusting in and out, and she moaned. Her legs could barely hold her up, the pleasure was so intense. His one arm was wrapped around her waist and his other hand was between her legs. His fingers matching each thrust with their own. The orgasm hit her so hard that the only thing holding her trembling body was his arm. She could hardly breath on her own. Jillian shuddered as the tidal wave hit her, but he wasn't finished.

Her husband carried her to the table and laid her down. He spread her legs and began to kiss her thighs. Each kiss bringing him closer and closer to her promised land. She was aching to feel him inside her again. She felt empty without his body connected to hers. His tongue darted out sweeping across her clit. Jillian's body jumped and she reached for his head. She couldn't bear it. He licked and sucked and caressed her until her body was arching to meet his every touch. Jillian touched herself with her finger and was shocked at how wet she was. It felt so good. She gazed at his penis marveling at how beautiful it was to her even though she knew she was sharing it with another woman. She just didn't care right now. Her husband stood staring at her. His shirt hanging on his broad shoulders and his swollen member rising up beneath it. Jillian licked her fingers and pulled him towards her. As their lips met he pushed himself into her. This time he was more intense. Thrusting harder and faster. Jillian bit her lip and moaned as he brought her close to orgasm again. She couldnt imagine anything else feeling so good. They both finished at the same moment and amidst the panting and the shudders Jillian began to laugh. It was too much for her. She couldn't deal with the reality, but in that moment she had become aware of one thing. She was his. He was not hers. He never would be. But she was his!

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