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This reminds me of a time when the internet slowed down in my house. Spoke to a guy at my workplace that said maybe my browser's history was full. I went home and opened up the internet and saw such unspeakable things. I saw pornography, mostly Pokemon pornography. There's only two people that used that internet, me and my wife. And I was not looking at Pokemon pornography. I confronted my wife, she flat out denied it.
What could I say? I knew it was her. This lie drew a wedge between us and we began to drift apart. One weekend, I said we should relax in a outdoor cabin. But I was called back to work on Saturday. So I left my wife in the cabin by herself. The thing is I wasn't really called back to work. I went down the street to the furry convention. There I found a mask. It was Incineroar.
3 hours later I came back to the cabin. I put the mask on. I broke in through the back window. My wife was asleep. I tied her up. At which point she awoke, at which point we proceeded to have ravenous, animalistic, sexual intercourse. I never seen her so happy. After a bit I felt terrible in my end. I escaped through the window and left her there tied up. When I came back the next morning as myself I asked her how her night was. She said it was fine, with a casual smile. We never spoke of it. We went home and in the weeks that followed. The internet got back to speed.
I raped my wife.
