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378811 5/13/2019 11:18:57 AM    Relationships
I know this isn’t really a proper place for what I’m about to write, but I just need to get it off my chest somewhere, so this site will do, even though I’m not expecting any sensible replies.

When my wife and I got married a couple of years ago, we went on honeymoon to the Philippines. We had rented an isolated small house near the beach. On our wedding night, three men broke in. We were robbed of money, credit cards and jewellery. But, worst of all, they forced us into the bedroom where they made my sobbing wife undress and get on the bed. And, while I was held at knife-point, they took turns with her. She was clearly extremely distressed as she was penetrated and forced to begin having intercourse with her first rapist but, during the third rape, as he approached his climax and started thrusting more energetically, she clearly achieved orgasm.
When we finally talked it through for the first time earlier this year, she said that she’d been worked up all day about having sex with me and so she could hardly help climaxing, rape or not – especially as she had to take three of them, one after the other. While I try to understand that, part of me still can’t deal with the image of her gasping with the intensity of her orgasm while her rapist frantically slammed away at her – hell, she was still crying out even when he ejaculated!

I try to be understanding but, deep down, I question if I’ll ever be able to deal with the memory of my wife wide-eyed and gasping with ecstasy as her rapist blew his load. She’d been (to use the awful word) “horny” all day, so I can understand that an protracted bout of vigorous sex could trigger the response, gang rape or not. I think it’s just the fact that she and her rapist seemed to come almost at the same instant that’s got into my head. I can still see him at that moment, turning to look at his friends – at me – with that triumphant look on his face. And I can still picture her afterwards as her laughing rapists got dressed - not crying or sobbing or trying to clean herself up, but just lying there wide-eyed, the insides of her thighs glistening with semen, trying to catch her breath after her mind-blowing orgasm. It drives me crazy.
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