The Rawsone Residence, Denver, Colorado...
Julia Rawsone had been waiting for hours dressed in her bathrobe with her hands across her chest as the sound of her husband Hadrian's car alerted her to his recent arrival. She had not seen him in close to two days and she was beginning to worry that something had happened to him again. Hadrian exited the car puffing on the remaining end of a cigarette before throwing it down and crushing it as he slammed the door to his car shut and approached the front door. He began shuffling his keys to find the right one when Julia opened the door herself due to impatience. She was indeed furious as she looked upon her unshaven, disheveled-looking husband who reeked of sweat, booze, and sex like there was no tomorrow. She could tell that he had something of a wild night as he pushed passed her without a word before she slammed the front door behind him in a bid to get his attention.
"Where the hell have you been!?" she asked outraged.
Hadrian rolled his eyes as the onset of a headache began to get the better of him.
"I don't have time for this," he growled as he headed up the stairs ignoring her rage.
Julia followed him indignant about being ignored and the way he'd been acting as of late.
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The Master Bedroom, The Rawsone Residence, Denver, Colorado...
Julia was not to be denied as she chased after him yelling and screaming about how much of an insensitive bastard he was and how she knew he was screwing someone else as she could smell the stench of sex on him. She bawled her fists and started swinging wildly hitting him along his back as he moved to continue to ignore her. Hadrian growled as he reached the bedroom and swiftly caught his wife by the wrists and wrestled her toward the bed where he pinned her back against the mattress.
Amid the ordeal, Julia's robe had come undone to reveal she'd been naked after having gotten out of the shower before she fell asleep on the sofa waiting for his return in the living room. Hadrian looked at her, his eyes blazing with something akin to desire and rage as he forcefully kissed her lips and she struggled against him. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he maneuvered his body between her thighs while she kicked and attempted to hit him and her rage remained.
"How dare you!?" shouted Julia still not letting go of her rage. "How dare you kiss me when you smell like another woman!?"
Hadrian managed to loosen his belt and unbutton his trousers as he pinned his wife to the bed with one hand via her wrists and she attempted to wiggle out from beneath him, but his body weight had been too much.
"This what you want?" he asked mocking her as he kissed her neck and she struggled against him.
Julia moaned when she felt the sudden intrusion fill her and split her apart. Hadrian groaned at the sensation of impaling his wife as she began to weaken in her struggle against him. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he kissed her still reeking of sex with another woman while he slowly pumped his hips into her pelvis causing her to moan involuntarily.
"H-Hadrian..." moaned Julia as the last of her struggling died down and her husband began to put forth more effort in taming her body in a bid to quell her temper.
She was not only caught off guard by the fact that he had been having sex with another woman before returning home to her, but the fact that he had initiated the act of sex with her of his own accord left her cause for worry as Hadrian had never done such a thing before in all the years they'd been married.
Julia moaned as she felt her husband pulsing inside her unsure of what to make of it but knowing all too well that she'd be sore come morning due to his size and the intensity in which he liked to perform so to speak.
Hadrian kissed her lips again and she didn't fight him, it had been much too long since the last time she'd even been this close to him. Sadly, she could tell this man, who had her husband's face and body had been little more than a stranger to her as he selfishly enjoyed her body without regard for her or her feelings, something the real Hadrian...her Hadrian would never have done in a million years.
Julia found herself being jolted across the mattress amid the messy bed sheets and tossed pillows as her husband continued to have his way with her as if she'd been a mere streetwalker on the employ for his amusement.
She could tell by the way this stranger with her husband's face moved, that it had not been her Hadrian who had pumped his hips into her pelvis with reckless abandon as the headboard beat against the nearby wall rocking the entire bed frame in the wake of their movements.
Julia could taste the stench of booze and ash on his tongue as it danced inside her mouth forcing its way down her throat as much as his enormous appendage had plunged into her warm depths without regard to the damage it was doing to her mind and body to feel him in this way.
Her Hadrian had not done things like this, when they made love he was always careful and considerate of her well-being and needs beforehand. He allowed her to dictate the act and to end it at her own pace. He never once raised his voice nor a hand to her in aggression nor had he ever taken the to indulging in sex for the sake of it.
This man, this stranger with Hadrian Rawsone's face was a brute to be sure, he reeked of sex and indulged quite frequently be it with her or with another random face. He was brutal in bed and seemed to like the rough sensation of the act which Julia had not been accustomed to. He behaved more so like a caged animal recently released than a man who had been full of love and compassion.
Despite being his wife, Julia knew he held her in little regard, and as a result, she simply lied there allowing the act to commence without her in-depth participation, he seemed to care about her tears, not the fact that she wasn't in the mood, he took what he wanted and ignored her pain in the process.
His means of coercion was callous and cold but he had successfully coerced her into the act despite her not enjoying it and it appeared that he was only concerned with his latest means of getting off than her emotional well-being at the moment.
Julia lost count of the thrusts and the numerous grunts that escaped the mouth of the brute with her husband's face before she felt the inevitable onset of release flood her insides and he rolled off her and onto his side of the bed before drifting off into a deep sleep.
More tears streamed down her cheeks as she turned onto her side, not in the least wishing to see the face of the sexually inept brute who had her husband's face. She didn't understand what was happening between them, but she knew she couldn't take another moment of lying next to a stranger who had pretended to be her husband.
Slowly she climbed out of bed, her legs weak and heavy from the act, and locked herself into the bathroom as she slid down to the floor. She wasn't afraid of him, but she did not like him just the same.
Hadrian continued to sleep as if he had not a care in the world none the wiser about what had just transpired between himself and his poor wife.