Something got in bed with me last night. I’m not talking about my wife.

Something got in bed with me last night. I’m not talking about my wife.<br><br>I don’t like talking about this kind of thing. It’s embarrassing. But I need to get it off my chest. My wife and I have been married for 10 years now, and we’ve been together for 14 years. I’m 33 and she’s 32. We’re both physically fit and attractive still. <br><br>Especially her. <br><br>My wife is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. When I met her back in college I couldn’t believe she went out with me. I was a shy kid with no idea of my own appeal and she was the head cheerleader. It was ridiculous. Yet it worked. I consider myself the luckiest man alive to be able to share my life with her. I know that we were put on this earth together. <br><br>Which made last night all the more shocking. <br><br>Wife and I were in bed together. I was lying on my back and she was straddled across me. Riding me. She started moaning. I could hear her close to climax. I’m not going to lie. It felt great. When she slowed and came to a stop I figured she had cum. <br><br>Then I heard her say, gruffly and in a deep voice I’d never heard before, “Let me ride you now.”<br><br>I started to look at her but my arms were held down. She had never been into rough sex but I figured trying new things was okay. I was about to tell her to go for it when I saw that her head was no longer on mine. It was in the corner of the room. Her eyes were black as coal and her face twisted. <br><br>My heart accelerated and I started to struggle but my arms were held in place. Suddenly I felt pressure and anguish down below. I looked down and it wasn’t my wife above me. It was something else. Something with long limbs and a twisted body. It had a large fleshy sack where its chest should have been. It was covered in mucus. I kept trying to fight it but it was too strong. I looked at my arms and saw that it was my wife’s arms holding me down. Her twisted dead eyes were in the corner of the room watching as this thing raped me. <br><br>I screamed as it finished. I thrashed my legs and kicked it off of me. I got out of bed at full sprint towards the bathroom. I didn’t see it again in the light but as soon as I closed the door I heard the sheets ruffling. I heard my wife say, sweetly, “I’m gonna ride you now honey.” I heard grunting and it sounded like a pig. I heard a rendition of my wife’s orgasmic moan. <br><br>I stayed in the bathroom with the door locked until dawn. My wife woke me up this morning with coffee and told me she was gonna work from home today. She was gonna ride me all day she told me. I told her that I needed to be at work. She said I didn’t need to. Said there would be no need soon anyway. <br><br>I’ve never seen my wife in so much good spirits. <br><br>I considered calling in work today but something compelled me to leave. I called my boss on the way and told him that my wife wasn’t acting herself. He told me he’d take care of it. I think he’s from the cult too. I don’t know if I should trust him. <br><br>I’m hiding in my car outside of my office. I’m thinking of going back home. <br><br>If you’re from the cult and you’re reading this fuck off. <br><br>I’m gonna go home now. I have to know.