My cheeks were reddened, my entire body felt hot, not out of guilt or shame, but due to the treatment of my partner for the night. He was rough, a controlled anger of sorts, taking it out on me between gentle touches. It made me purr and squirm, like he knew how to tame me, and my drenched undies supported that claim.
I was a married woman, one who enjoyed her life at home and who did everything necessary to ensure my husband and kids got through their days comfortably. I wasn't one to complain even about the mundane, but this was my escape and it only happened once every couple of months, so it balanced out.
I had been in this position many times, on my knees working my mouth, salivating with enthusiasm until my partner wanted more. Some of them carried me, others pulled me by the hair and had me crawl after them. They were mostly similar partners but I was keen to those details, they made all the difference to my arousal.
He pushed me onto the bed, getting a gasp out of me, then got on top of me and kissed his way around my neck and down my torso as if following the scent of my perfume, stopping only to pay extra attention to my nipples before continuing on his way to my warmth. He peeled off my thong, one my husband had gifted me, and spread my legs open, leaving my sopping pussy vulnerable to his intimidating size.
I bit my lower lip, it was instinctive at this point, watching as he tapped his member against my lower belly then directly over my exposed clit. The hardness and weight of it made my pussy spasm in anticipation. The initial penetration always made me close my eyes to focus on the stretching sensation, savoring the apex of the night, which never failed to get an introductory moan out of me.
He wanted to hit it from the back, they all did, but this was a way for us to familiarize ourselves with each other. I wasn't used to such size at home, so I needed a warm-up to loosen up and feel the slight pain dissipate and give way to the pleasure I craved while being a good wife at home.
His frame was bigger than mine, easily able to manhandle me like a sex doll. He knew he had free rein to ravage me and he did so by choking and slapping me, even spitting into my mouth amid my moans. Here the prim-and-proper woman was gone, replaced appropriately by my inner slut.
He turned me around, making me present my two round portions of flesh with my perfectly arched back. He spanked me, reddening my ass cheeks until they matched the hue of my face. It felt like punishment for being a bad wife, yet rewarding as if complimenting my firm backside.
The vigorous backshots showcased his virility, making my flesh ripple in unison with the delirious sound of lubricated penetration. Every clap of my cheeks against him coincided with a pleasurable sting of his head bottoming out inside me.