Angry Sex for the First Time

Sat, 08/03/2013 - 20:19 -- Anonymous (not verified)

If you've read my other stories, you know I'm on the level. My wife and I have a pretty decent sex life despite 3 kids, a mortgage, long work hours and a mountain of health problems. We don't get to do it often, but when we do we try to make it memorable. This particular time was different though, it was the first time I ever had angry sex.

I've never been the kind of person who believed in angry sex. I've seen movies with it and read stories about it, but I haven't considered the possibility of it. It always seemed weird to me that a person would want to have sex with someone they were mad at.

To be honest, I don't even know why I was angry. I am a grudge-holder, tried and true. I have things that I still hold against people after more than a decade, and have no intention of letting them go. This also means that sometimes I get angry for no apparent reason. I think I just have a keg of anger that I have a on tap, and occasionally it leaks.

So yeah, I'm not always rational about shit despite my best efforts. I always come to my senses after I sort of talk myself down, but I hadn't had that conversation with myself yet. Something happened the night before, maybe an argument about one of the kids, maybe my wife made a slightly snarky comment, or maybe I laid on my pillow wrong. Frankly, it doesn't matter. What matters was, I was pissed when I went to bed, and I was still pissed when I woke up.

The kids were all off to school and I was nearly ready to head off to work. Both my wife and I were in the kitchen, each doing our own thing. She had tried to make conversation with me, but I was being passive aggressive and giving very short answers. Even as she was trying to get past my defenses, I knew I was being a dick, but I found it hard to snap out of it.

Have you ever felt like you were wearing a version of yourself? A version that wasn't really how you felt? That's what this was like, like this asshole on the outside wasn't really how I felt, but I had to play the part.

She obviously knew I was pissed, and somehow, someway, she managed to work past it. It might have been a question she asked, or a move that she made, but at some point she found a chink in my armor. I hesitated in responding, and she leaned in and kissed me.

I had a choice right then and there. Do I hold onto my anger, or do I kiss her back? Slowly, grudgingly, I started to let the anger go, like a heavy piece of shit going down a slide on a hot day. I seriously want to come up with a better way of describing it, but that pretty well sums it up.

I reached my arms around her tentatively and kissed her back. She pulled away from me a little and I saw that familiar sparkle in her eye, the one that screams 'naughty'. She walked over to the kitchen table and pulled one of the chairs to the center of the room, then stripped down to nothing and knelt on the chair with her arms resting on the back.

Even though my anger was slipping, it was still there. I couldn't help it. But at the same time, I had a naked woman on a chair in the middle of my kitchen, knelt and bent over, with a 'come over and fuck me' look on her face. I decided to run with it.

I dropped my shorts and underwear but kept my shirt on, spit on my cock and roughly shoved my dick into her. Our windows have no curtains in the kitchen, and even though our neighbors aren't really all that close and it was mid-morning on a weekday, we ran the risk of someone seeing us. I'm not an exhibitionist at all, but today I was ok if someone saw us fucking. I wanted them to see how I was about to use her.

At first I fucked her like I normally do, not too hard, not too soft, just a gentle 'thump, thump, thump' as my body bounced into hers and made the chair slide ever so slightly across the floor. But then, I felt that anger again and made a decision. I was going to fuck it out of me.

I grabbed her hips tightly and started driving myself into her. It felt good to let go a little bit, and her reaction was muffled cries of pleasure. I had only released a small part of my frustrations though, so I let go a little more, then a little more, each time I thrust harder and faster into her. Her cries got louder and more animalistic.

Finally, I released the reigns completely and just let myself go. It was as if a frenzy took over me, my body moving almost involuntarily in a primal animalistic motion. My hips thrust my cock into her savagely hard and fast, and I found if I tried to think about what my body was doing I lost the rhythm and intensity. I stopped thinking and just let it happen, and again the nearly-involuntary motion continued.

By now she was screaming, not in pain or pleasure, but almost as if she was taken over too. My hands moved from her hips to her big, heavy D cups and squeezed them incredibly hard. She cried out, "Fuck yeah, squeeze them! Bruise my tits!" I used my new handholds to help my lower half plow into her harder, until I decided that wasn't good enough, and I did something I only had done once before.

I reached up and put the index finger of each of my hands into her mouth and fishhooked her, while using the rest of my hands to hold her skull. This was what I needed. My wife completely exposed in the middle of the kitchen, in full view of the world outside, her body bent over a chair being completely used by me. It felt so good to be this raw.

Sweat was pouring off of me and onto her back, but I realized at some point I was no closer to cuming now than when any of this started. My pace slowed and almost instinctively she got up and laid down on the kitchen table. She knew I needed to change things up if I was going to cum.

I took off my shirt, walked over to the side of the table and pulled her closer to the edge. I put my cock back into her and started thrusting, but I knew it wasn't going to work. I still had too much anger, and I wanted to use her up, not fuck her in a standing missionary position. So after a few more thrusts I pulled out and rubbed my cock on her asshole, lubing it up with the copious amount of juices that had been leaking out of her. She didn't say a word, so I pushed myself in slowly, slightly sighing as I did so.

She winced.

Like a splash of cold water I realized that maybe I was angry, and maybe I did want to use and expose her, but ultimately I didn't want to truly hurt her. I stopped pushing into her ass, pulled out and put my cock back into her cunt, lubing it up again. I pulled out of her, then repositioned my cock back at her asshole again and pushed in. This time I got in a little farther before she winced. Again I fucked her pussy to lube my cock up, and this time when I used that lube to get into her ass, she was the one who made the contented sigh.

I started slowly, but it didn't take long before she started saying, "Fuck yes." I picked up my pace slightly, then more and more till finally my cock was ripping in and out of her ass with her screaming "Fucking fuck my ass! Fuck it hard!"

Again I looked out the windows, sincerely hoping someone in one of the houses across the street was watching me fuck my slut wife in her ass on my kitchen table. Me holding her legs far apart, sweat dripping off of both of us, my cock vanishing into her asshole as her pussy dripped its sweet juices down to lube her brown hole.

Finally, my orgasm hit me, and when I think back I realize I don't really remember it. Good, bad, it didn't matter. What mattered was all the feelings and emotions leading up to it. I love that shit way more than I enjoy my orgasms; getting off in the head on my shoulders rather than the one between my legs.

I pulled out of her and her ass made a happy wet slurping sound. I leaned down and her kissed her stomach down to her pussy, then stood up. I smiled at her and realized my anger was gone and was replaced with concern.

"I hope you're ok," I started, "I uh… I kinda let go there."

"Oh I could tell," she said. "I liked it. Although you fucking my ass was a surprise."

"Well you didn't stop me so I figured I might as well just do it."

"I'll give you this much," she smiled and sat up on the table, "You were tenacious. I wasn't sure it was going to work this time." She leaned forward and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around her and traced the lines of sweat down her lower back to her ass.

"I didn't hear any complaining. As a matter of fact I think I heard you say something to the effect of, 'fuck my ass harder.'"

"Oh don't get me wrong, I like tenacious," she giggled in response.

We hugged and got dressed after that, then both of us got the rest of our day going. I clearly remember that as I left the house and started the car, I sat there for a second and said out loud, "Huh. So that's why people like angry sex."