This story should be a wake up call to all couples out there; that just because someone seem to be your friend, pay attention to the little voice that warns you something's wrong. A "friend" of mine started arranging part-time jobs for me (all perfectly legal, but they kept me from home). I'd be gone for hours a time. Mitch (not his real name), knew where I'd be & how long I'd be gone. on one of these jobs, I was going to be gone overnight. Mitch promised he'd look in on my wife, to make me feel better about leaving. This all sounded plausible, even "friendly" to me. But that little voice told me something was wrong. Something just didn't seem right. But i dismissed this as paranoia. After all, Mitch had proven to be a good friend of mine. He and his wife often went out to dinner, movies, etc... with my wife & I. So off I went, trying very hard to convince myself that my family was safe. I still have a hard time forgiving myself for this mistake in judgment. While i was on this job, Mitch did indeed come by my house, check in with my wife & made sure she was ok. Before Mitch left, he went to the restroom.
It was then that my wife & I think he unlocked a bedroom window. Since we never unlocked the windows in winter time, this was the only time he could have. But since we never unlocked the windows, my wife never checked them to see if they were locked. Around 3:15a.m. (according to the radio), my wife woke to find a pillow on her head. Someone had climbed on top of her. He was using one hand to hold the pillow, and the other hand to hold a lancet my wife's throat. She heard a hostile, raspy voice telling her to keep quiet. There was no doubt, it was Mitch's voice. She was turned over and her hands were taped behind her back. Mitch sodomized her, then fucked her vaginally. After he climaxed a second time, he climbed off her, took off her wedding set and emptied her jewelry box. He placed the blade of the lancet her throat. He told her that if she told anyone, especially me, what he'd done, he'd return and harm her and then me. Mitch left her anally and soaked with his climax.
I returned home soon after, to find her half on our bed, her hands still taped behind her back, sobbing. She wouldn't tell me anything about what happened for hours, begging me not to call the police. At first, I was going to ignore her pleas and call them anyway, but she was so vehement about telling no one...I didn't call (note, this was a HUGE mistake, always, ALWAYS, call the police). Finally, she said a stranger had climbed in the bedroom window, fucked & robbed her. Unbeknownst to her, I called Mitch, thinking I needed a friend to help convince her to call the police & press charges. He gave some ex cuse about why he couldn't come over. I later found out that he called the next day, while she was home. He threatened her again. After she realized that I knew she was lying about SOMETHING, she clamed up and wouldn't say anything on the subject.
It was like she never went through any of this. Mitch stopped coming around at all, and he had no more jobs for me. That was fine with me for a while, because I had NO intention of leaving her night. Three months later, Mitch took a job in a city on the west coast. I later found that he'd lied about where they were going. The day Mitch left town, my wife took me by the hand, led me to the den, sat down and started sobbing again. She told me everything Mitch had done to her, including the threats. She took the threats seriously, the reason she'd given a false description to me. I contacted the police. They filled out a report, said they'd look into the case. The female officer was WONDERFULLY supportive to my wife, talking to me as her male partner walked outside with me. He explained that unless there were prior complaints on Mitch, the D.A. wouldn't even prosecute, due to all the time that had passed. It would be only my wife's word that it had happened.
There was no physical evidence that my wife had even been fucked, much less that Mitch had done it. First, guys, if you feel that something isn't right, listen to your instincts. Second, if your wife is rushed, CALL THE POLICE!!! Do not let her talk you out of it. At least there will be a physical record. And last, (and the only thing I did right), don't be afraid to hold her. You didn't do anything to her and she needs you to hold her, give her a sense of security. While I worried for a while that I might accidentally do something to remind her of the rushed, I found that she was smart enough to know who I was, and could differentiate between her raider and I. Couple this with the fact that she had feelings of shame, any reluctance on my part to hold her (or make love to her), would have been devastating. It would fulfill her deepest fears that you don't want her anymore. Simply put, if your wife was mugged after coming out of a restaurant, you wouldn't hesitate to take her to restaurants for the rest of your lives. Same principle. And to any women out there who read this, if your husband/boyfriend is reacting differently toward you, he needs to talk to someone to. Love, comfort and time will help heal the open wound of your rush. . . . . . . .
It was then that my wife & I think he unlocked a bedroom window. Since we never unlocked the windows in winter time, this was the only time he could have. But since we never unlocked the windows, my wife never checked them to see if they were locked. Around 3:15a.m. (according to the radio), my wife woke to find a pillow on her head. Someone had climbed on top of her. He was using one hand to hold the pillow, and the other hand to hold a lancet my wife's throat. She heard a hostile, raspy voice telling her to keep quiet. There was no doubt, it was Mitch's voice. She was turned over and her hands were taped behind her back. Mitch sodomized her, then fucked her vaginally. After he climaxed a second time, he climbed off her, took off her wedding set and emptied her jewelry box. He placed the blade of the lancet her throat. He told her that if she told anyone, especially me, what he'd done, he'd return and harm her and then me. Mitch left her anally and soaked with his climax.
I returned home soon after, to find her half on our bed, her hands still taped behind her back, sobbing. She wouldn't tell me anything about what happened for hours, begging me not to call the police. At first, I was going to ignore her pleas and call them anyway, but she was so vehement about telling no one...I didn't call (note, this was a HUGE mistake, always, ALWAYS, call the police). Finally, she said a stranger had climbed in the bedroom window, fucked & robbed her. Unbeknownst to her, I called Mitch, thinking I needed a friend to help convince her to call the police & press charges. He gave some ex cuse about why he couldn't come over. I later found out that he called the next day, while she was home. He threatened her again. After she realized that I knew she was lying about SOMETHING, she clamed up and wouldn't say anything on the subject.
It was like she never went through any of this. Mitch stopped coming around at all, and he had no more jobs for me. That was fine with me for a while, because I had NO intention of leaving her night. Three months later, Mitch took a job in a city on the west coast. I later found that he'd lied about where they were going. The day Mitch left town, my wife took me by the hand, led me to the den, sat down and started sobbing again. She told me everything Mitch had done to her, including the threats. She took the threats seriously, the reason she'd given a false description to me. I contacted the police. They filled out a report, said they'd look into the case. The female officer was WONDERFULLY supportive to my wife, talking to me as her male partner walked outside with me. He explained that unless there were prior complaints on Mitch, the D.A. wouldn't even prosecute, due to all the time that had passed. It would be only my wife's word that it had happened.
There was no physical evidence that my wife had even been fucked, much less that Mitch had done it. First, guys, if you feel that something isn't right, listen to your instincts. Second, if your wife is rushed, CALL THE POLICE!!! Do not let her talk you out of it. At least there will be a physical record. And last, (and the only thing I did right), don't be afraid to hold her. You didn't do anything to her and she needs you to hold her, give her a sense of security. While I worried for a while that I might accidentally do something to remind her of the rushed, I found that she was smart enough to know who I was, and could differentiate between her raider and I. Couple this with the fact that she had feelings of shame, any reluctance on my part to hold her (or make love to her), would have been devastating. It would fulfill her deepest fears that you don't want her anymore. Simply put, if your wife was mugged after coming out of a restaurant, you wouldn't hesitate to take her to restaurants for the rest of your lives. Same principle. And to any women out there who read this, if your husband/boyfriend is reacting differently toward you, he needs to talk to someone to. Love, comfort and time will help heal the open wound of your rush. . . . . . . .