Anyone felt raped by their fiance/partner in a specific moment?

[MindUnlocker]

Is a serius question, somebody (he/she) has felt they was being raped by their partner? In a specific moment, in a grey day, a no mood day, a too much dominant/other things than dominant behaviours...?

If that has happened to you, did you communicate it to your partner in the moment?, if no.. why not?

It was a occasion where you were out of libido and chose to satisfy your partner anyway?

Did you got surprised by that feeling?, or definitely your partner was having a different than usual behaviour?, until the point to not appear to be your own well known partner?.

Why did you feel that way, if you know it?

Did you feel fear/scared in that moment?, blocked? surprised?. Were your mind out of your body?

Which was the reaction of your partner when you finally told them about this feeling (in that moment or after some time)?


Edit: Glad to see nobody had this feeling. When less answers this thread haves, the better.

[Backdoorlover]

I want to answer something that happened in the past that actually had a huge influence on my approach towards anal sex with a new woman.

So I met a woman once and we hit it off great. She was single for 5 years prior to meeting me, so she was horny all the time. Sex was good, not mindblowing, but better then with my wife of 23 years prior.

After only 3 weeks she asked me, with a detour, if I wanted to use “her other hole”. I was totally blown away that she asked for anal. I felt like I was a winner here.

We started anal sex shortly after and she loved it. She said things like feeling shivers down her spine while I assfucked her. In the next 2 years or so, I assfucked her 2-3 tiles a week and she was never giving me a hard time about it. Period week, for example, was our anal week. Or, like she said it “other hole week”.

3 years into the relationship, meanwhile I married her. We were on vacation and had anal sex there. On our way home, in the car, she suddenly starts a rant concluding I raped her ass because her pussy clearly wasn’t good enough for me (the vacation was during her periods, so it was anal week anyway)

Not long after that everything went sideways and she divorced. But her blaming me that I raped her asshole, was something I had a hard time shaking off.

It kept me from wanting anal with my current wife right away. It made me over cautious, while the new woman wanted me up her ass the first date.

It took me months to gather the nerve to tel her I wanted to assfuck her.

[Analien]

It looks like some kind of mental / emotional disturbance she might suffer from.
Very strange response, anyway.

[pleasurist]

I want to answer something that happened in the past that actually had a huge influence on my approach towards anal sex with a new woman.

So I met a woman once and we hit it off great. She was single for 5 years prior to meeting me, so she was horny all the time. Sex was good, not mindblowing, but better then with my wife of 23 years prior.

After only 3 weeks she asked me, with a detour, if I wanted to use “her other hole”. I was totally blown away that she asked for anal. I felt like I was a winner here.

We started anal sex shortly after and she loved it. She said things like feeling shivers down her spine while I assfucked her. In the next 2 years or so, I assfucked her 2-3 tiles a week and she was never giving me a hard time about it. Period week, for example, was our anal week. Or, like she said it “other hole week”.

3 years into the relationship, meanwhile I married her. We were on vacation and had anal sex there. On our way home, in the car, she suddenly starts a rant concluding I raped her ass because her pussy clearly wasn’t good enough for me (the vacation was during her periods, so it was anal week anyway)

Not long after that everything went sideways and she divorced. But her blaming me that I raped her asshole, was something I had a hard time shaking off.

It kept me from wanting anal with my current wife right away. It made me over cautious, while the new woman wanted me up her ass the first date.

It took me months to gather the nerve to tel her I wanted to assfuck her.

That sounds like bipolar behaviour.

I had a girlfriend that was bipolar (manic depression was the old term), she was the one that introduced me to anal sex. I mean real anal sex. I tried it once at the urging of a girlfriend and we were both clueless and had no lube but pushed on anyway. I ended up with abrasions on my cock and found it less than enjoyable and never pursued it again. Anyway, this new girlfriend kept asking me things like "why do all you men want anal?"

Then she would say most gay men don't have sex because they can't fit the cock up their arse, which I found a little hard to believe. Then one day she said to me she reckoned my cock would fit in her arse. She'd often bring up these anal "thoughts" during foreplay and I'd promise her I'd fuck her arse as soon as I finished fucking her cunt or after she'd blown me but every time after I came I no longer had the urge to do it, though I must say the idea of anal was now arousing me even more during normal sex and probably making the orgasm more intense or sooner.

Part of the reason I didn't follow through was my own Catholic upbringing. I felt a bit shameful and guilty for being so lustful - not even about anal but all of it. I was having too good a time with her. The sex was frenetic and constant and at times spontaneous, like the time she gave me a head job outside the restaurant we'd just dined at, on a busy street in Sydney. I mean I felt shame and guilt just for enjoying a good head job! Such was my innocence.

I'd only ever had 16 women in my life that I'd slept with, a colleague in NYC laughed out loud at that number. He said it was unexpected, I think he meant with my looks there should have been hundreds. Whatever my looks are though I was not built and conditioned that way. I had plenty of friends who told outrageous lies just to get into a girls pants, but that wasn't me. They didn't care, they just wanted sex. To me sex was between people who loved each other, and so in my little Catholic way, every relationship's logical goal was to end in marriage and more little Catholics!

She slowly stripped away my guilt and my shame and worked on raising my lust to a height where they couldn't compete. You may have heard the expression "a rising prick knows no conscience." Well that was slowly becoming me. We had a few moments here and there where I may have just put it in but with no lube or preparation I retreated back to her pussy, probably to her disappointment. Then one day, it was her birthday, I wholeheartedly fucked her arse properly, after we came home from a celebration dinner. A couple of days before, she'd had an issue with her pussy and had been to the gynocologist and had been to day surgery and had a curette, so her pussy was out of action.

We were both drunk, and it was long ago now, but I recall having her completely naked on the kitchen floor, I think I was too! I had her on her hands and knees and I was fingering her arse and I was doing it without shame or guilt and I was as horny as hell. A full head of lust! I was enjoying the anatomically detailed view and playing with her arsehole and she was really enjoying it. I used some olive oil and massaged and fingered it into her arsehole. She was just groaning and I smeared my cock with olive oil too. I just remember sticking my cock up her arse and gave her a decent assfucking while I gently fingered and massaged her clit. I thought that would help (I've seen enough porn to know it helps a lot now!). She was grunting and groaning softly as I fucked her arse. She seemed let out a final decent grunt and appeared to smile. Then she didn't make much more noise as I continued thrusting for another 3 or 4 minutes before I came up her arse. I remember pumping all the sperm I had as firmly as I could to empty the contents of my balls up her arse, and it was done. My first real anal fuck!

On the question of consent, which is the central issue in rape. I have no doubt this was consensual sex, we both seemed to be enjoying ourselves every step of the way. The next day, she asked me what we did and when I told her she thanked me for not using her pussy. I said, anytime and we'll do it again tonight and that night we did it again, a couple of times! I think it's fair to say she had a lot more anal experience than I had because when I got her naked that night and said "spread your arse open" she got into the arse up high, head down position. I should have got up and mounted her pushing my cock down into her arsehole to get very deep. I think that is what she wanted but instead I wasn't familiar with that position and got her on her hand and knees so I could fuck her arse from the kneeling position (kneeling is preferred for Catholics!).

Our relationship, our anal relationship, took a great leap forward from that moment. That night we'd discussed what had happened the night before, before we had anal sex again as I'd promised her. She wanted to know what I'd used for lube and and was amused at my improvised use for olive oil. We got into the mechanics of the act and she told me her preferred lube was vaseline, which kind of surprised me, as it seemd a bit primitive, but I think she liked the extra friction when the grinding was going on. I learned she liked to have at least 2 fingers inserted and 3 at the most were necessary to warm her up and have her opened up ready for anal penetration.

From then on we'd probably have anal at least twice a week. It was strange though each time she'd pretend like "oh you're back up my arse again!" As much as she loved anal we were playing this game that she was not the instigator. We also had anal week when she had a period, which I must say I looked forward to and was very enthusastic about, and she was too but she wanted me to think it was all my idea. I didn't mind, there didn't seem to be a downside for me. The only thing I could say is that she was into mind games and manipulation, and this was another example of one to get what she wanted. It seemed kinky at first but she was also charging me an imaginary fee for each sexual act. It was basically 0 for her pussy, $50 for a head job and $100 for anal. I think that was her way of keeping me in her debt.

Her bipolar behaviour in the end is what drove us apart. Life of the party in public but in private utterly insecure and the lowest of lows. It was very difficult to deal with and after about 7 years I couldn't deal with it any more. She never accused me of raping her anally, or otherwise, but in some of our heated moments she'd try to hit me and the fact that I blocked a punch with an elbow and it hurt she accused me of hitting her which of course was nonsense. She was getting worse and melting down more frequently over the silliest of things. Take for example, one time I had to slam on the brakes in the car for for a turn that she pointed out at the last minute and while this was going on she started screaming and shreaking in my ear, maybe even grabbing me, meanwhile I have to remain calm and control a vehicle on the verge of sliding. I told her to shut up, I may have even said STFU and with that she demanded I let her out in the middle of nowhere. However, by the time we were home it was like none of that ever happened.

I used to travel a bit with work and look forward to getting home when I was in the air, but when I got home it was like she'd saved it all up for me while I was away. There'd be make up sex, of course it was anal, and she was also agreeing to do group sex but in the end the insanity of all of it was too much. I am a happy and optomistic person by nature but I could not take any more. When I broke up with her she promised to do anything I wanted, she even "forced" herself on me - sounds funny and ridiculous, but it was actually sad and desperate. How can you cum and still not enjoy it? Did I just give her a pity fuck? Maybe that's what women feel sometimes, and I was just catching up.