Faded Dreams
What happens when you find yourself hating the life you are living? This is the question that has plagued me since the day I met my husband. Jake and I have been dating for six months. Although most people say that we are too young, and don't know each other all that well we are engaged to be married. I excepted his proposal because I don't think I will ever find someone else to love me. So here we are a week after my wedding and I have yet to sleep in the same room as my husband.
You see, I can't forget the night before our wedding. Jake thought that it would be a great idea to bring women into my home for a last night as a "free man", as he justified the scene I walked in on. I had just worked my last 12 hour shift at the local diner just so I would have a four day weekend to spend with my soon to be husband for our honeymoon. To say I was tired was an understatement, but when I unlocked my front door, I was assaulted with the smell of cheap perfume and sex. Walking into the living room I found my Fiancé on the couch with some chic straddling him, another with her pussy on his face and two others riding his fingers. At this point in my life I had never been so mad at myself, because I just walked past this scene and into the bedroom. Hours later, when he finally came in the bedroom he just smirked and thanked me for not interrupting his play time. That night was the first time he forced me to have sex with him.