One of my best friends turned 30 yesterday, and to celebrate she threw a party where all of the guests had to wear lingerie. It was entirely up to the person how much was shown. I wore a cow themed lingerie bra, short skirt, panties, and knee high socks. I definitely wasn’t as covered up as some but also significantly more covered than others. My husband was dressed as a “butcher” with black boxers, a kitchen apron, and a plastic cleaver. It was a great bit that we both thoroughly discussed and both felt comfortable wearing/seeing each other wear to this party with our close friends.
Overall I had a great time at the party, maybe too much fun, because I was extremely intoxicated by the end of the night. My husband had a few drinks but sobered up by the end of the night to be able to drive home while I kept drinking. It’s probably the first time in our 5 years together that he had seen me so intoxicated in a public setting and I guess wasn’t sure how to treat me or care for me.
The car ride home was interesting, the little I remember of it. We listened to some music and I was flailing myself around to my favorite songs. He told me how great I looked that night and that other people even asked him if they could take me home that night and he said no. I found it interesting that they asked him and not me, but I guess they were just checking with him before coming to me.
We were going to stop for a quick bite to eat when he stopped the car and said okay that’s it I’m taking you home! Confused but not caring much I just said okay and went with it. We got home and went upstairs and I was going to take a shower. But then he grabbed me, tossed me on the bed, and put his face between my legs. I don’t remember feeling much but I do remember laughing and thinking he was just playing. But then he flipped me around and put it in. I remember feeling like I couldn’t ask him to stop but also had moments I was laughing because I genuinely thought it was a joke. Which I guess he thought was me asking for more. I remember not being able to make a cohesive sentence. So I closed my eyes, being in my head, and just told myself to go to a different world where it’s just me and I don’t have to feel what my body is feeling.
I eventually pass out and wake up to him on top of me shaking me awake. He brought me to the guest room to sleep and said he didn’t want to feel like he took advantage of me. He got me some water and then proceeded to argue with me about how others at the party were interested in me and it made him uncomfortable. That it was my fault for flaunting myself around at the party. A lingerie party. Everyone was flaunting! I kept falling back asleep and he’d splash water on my face to wake me up to continue the conversation until he was done.
In the middle of the night he came back in, woke me up, and asked if he could sit next to me and play some games. Me still being intoxicated and exhausted, told him to get out. Now he is mad at me and won’t talk to me this morning. I honestly don’t want to talk to him much today either, because I actually do feel taken advantage of. A line was crossed that I never imagined would be crossed by someone I trusted so much. Not really sure where to go from here.
What would you do in this situation?
Edit: to the people saying that sex was required after a lingerie party, it absolutely was not. I had no intention of having sex, drunk or not, and I told him that before the party.
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