If a man doesn't even care enough to rape his own wife, brutally and ruthlessly, while she's tied to the bed, helpless and defenseless and begging for...him to stop, please stop, while he mercilessly teases her clit with a high-powered vibrator, it's obvious the marriage is over.A marriage like that isn't even worth saving. I wasn't buying his back injury story, either. It was obvious he no longer loved me. But what was different? What had changed?As things continued to fall apart, we still kept. I took a look at the pants, and saw that there we're two things sticking out from the insides of the pants. I took the pants out of the wardrobe and put them on my new pink queensize bed. John told me that every little girl should have the softest of beds with pink covers.The things sticking out of the pants looked like penis's, I left them on the bed and decided to ask John why they we're in my wardrobe. The rest of the afternoon I played dolls and watched some TV till John came home."Good. He was beginning to press himself against me harder and harder, and then I felt him give in completely. His fingers moved from my pussy and he grabbed my face, kissing me and pressing against me with such force, his cock sliding between my legs, sliding against the wet of my lips that were kissing it, exposed still from where he had pulled my tiny panties to the side. His hands made their way down my body again, desperately now, one arm on the outside of my dress and one underneath, scooping my. The events of that special night had humbled him and he almost seemed to view me as some type of hero. He was always suggesting another double date. I figured we could give him another show soon but not just yet. Life was good... Actually life was perfect and today was my birthday. All I wanted was to spend the weekend with my daughter and lover. --------------------- I know what daddy likes. His birthday was going to be special. I had been working out the details for weeks now and I was.