Five months back, I had an amazing nights sex with a woman who just wanted to try everything sexual you can think of. She told me her husbands cock was so small, it always failed to get her off and she really wanted to experience having sex with a well endowed guy. When she left my place the following morning, I'd fucked her mouth, pussy and arsehole over and over again. She'd orgasmed countless times and I'd cum inside of her holes four times. Even just before the taxi came to pick her up, I had her sucking on my cock, balls and licking my arsehole.

Sat that afternoon wondering if she'd text me as she said she would, she turned up on my doorstep, saying her husband was going to be away working one more night. We sucked, tongued and fucked until we both fell asleep totally drained. What woke us up as it was nearing ten at night, was her husband ringing her. But as I awoke, my cock had risen again and I had a stiffy. As she answered, I slid my cock up her from behind. Slowly and as quietly as I could, I fucked her as she explained she was staying over at one of her friends. When she put her phone down, and just before it went blank, I saw a picture up on the screen and it was the picture of a man who'd beaten me up when I was a kid.

His name is Rick, he's a fucking bully and from what I'd heard of him since he'd battered me, he'd also beaten women up too. I didn't say anything right away, but carried on fucking his wife. In a way seeing his face made me a little angry and to some degree I took it out on her pussy and arsehole. Fucking her extremely hard, she later told me it was some of, if not the best sex she'd ever had.

Showered dressed and waiting to drop her off the next morning, I told her about my past with her husband. She didn't believe me at first, not until I then told her about him battering one of his ex girlfriends and then another woman outside of a pub. She winced when I said what I did and then confessed he'd hit her more than once. She stayed longer that morning and we had sex again, only it was far more involved and more loving. In fact we made love and she cried afterwards. Not from any guilt or remorse, but from the way we'd made each other feel emotionally.

The outcome has been K will soon be leaving her husband and moving in with me. He knows nothing about us, as yet, as we've continued to see each other. K's wife beating husband is eleven years older than her, and she's two years older than me. I just wish I'd have met her earlier in my life and then she wouldn't have had to deal with his childish rages.

And by the way, if you think he'd beat me up again, you'd be be very wrong. I'm no longer that fourteen year old skinny kid he battered. These days it would be Rick who'd be taken to hospital.