my friend's husband used me like a stress toy

I honestly didn’t think it would go that far. She was out of town for a work thing, and he texted me asking if I could come over and help him with something in the garage. I didn’t even ask what just threw on some leggings and a hoodie and went. No bra, no panties. I didn’t plan anything, I swear… but I also didn’t not know what I was doing.

He was sweating, shirtless, frustrated with something under the hood of their car. I bent over way more than I needed to. Kept brushing past him. At one point I made some dumb comment like, you look like you need a release, and he gave me this look like he was deciding whether to fuck me or throw me through the wall.

He grabbed me by the waist and bent me over the workbench. My hoodie was yanked up, leggings shoved down, and he didn’t even say a word before he shoved it in. Raw. Fast. Angry. I came with my hands sliding across the cold metal, breath fogging the tool chest. He came inside me without warning and slapped my ass like I was his property.

I wiped myself up with a rag from the floor and walked out like nothing happened. She still doesn’t know. But I dream about it almost every night.