They had officially fucked in nearly every part of the house now. Nothing was sacred and everything was soaked in lust and deceit and was constantly scented with sex. If Sean didn't realize then, he was clearly the stupidest fuck in the entire universe because everything was practically in plain sight.

Sometimes Fiona wondered if she should feel bad, but for whatever reason, she couldn't. Not in the way that would make her regret anyway. Those few fleeting moments of feeling guilty somehow just increased the intensity levels and made her orgasms stronger.

Someone had once told her that guilt could be intoxicating and addicting. She had laughed but now she understood and even wished she could somehow feel worse.

She tried to think back to the early days with Sean. Picnics in the park and holding hands. Sometimes that worked. She especially liked to think about that while her head was being pushed down into a pillow while Damian drilled her insatiable cunt so hard it felt like she was being ripped apart.

Fiona thought the house actually felt more like home now that she had Damian secretly living there with her. It was almost like having a second husband, but those thoughts and feelings confused her. She didn't even want one husband; why would she want two?

When Sean was home, it only served to heighten her constant state of arousal and need. She never seemed to keep her panties dry for long before they became soaked. Part of that was because she never knew when Damian might suddenly just stab his cock into her. She was constantly anticipating and longing to be used and abused like a rubber fuck doll.

Tonight, she was making dinner while Sean played one of his games. It was something she had always previously bitched about but tonight was different because while she was cooking, Damian's cock was rapidly thrusting in and out of her.

He was gripping her hair tightly and pounding her pussy relentlessly. Right before she had started dinner, she had put on a red and white checked apron and had the look of an X-Rated Stepford whore going for her.

Damian had crept silently out of the attic and snuck up behind her as she turned on the stove. Without any warning, she felt her skirt being pushed up, and then suddenly, his thick veiny cock was buried balls-deep inside of her.

"Careful. You don't want to get burned," he whispered teasingly

Fiona moaned softly and pushed back with her cunt wanting every pulsating hard inch punched inside her womb. She wanted it to feel as if her entire insides were bruised and beaten.

"You are such a dirty little fuck slut. Cooking for your pathetic excuse of a husband while you've got my throbbing meat pumping your hungry hole," he growled into her ear.

She could hear Sean in the other room as Damian continued his savage thrusts inside her. Sean was bouncing back and forth on the sofa while yelling at his game then cheering obnoxiously.

Something about the fact that Sean was just on the other side of the door so close while another man owned and ravaged her cunt sent her almost over the edge.

Any minute now, he could walk in and ask if the spaghetti was ready.

Any minute now, he could hear her screaming for Damian to fuck her married cunt harder and faster as she begged and pleaded with him to never stop.

Any minute now, he could discover that he had blinked and his wife had turned into a cum-crazed dumpster slut, with insatiable appetites he couldn't even hope to fill.

All of those possibilities made her pussy even hungrier and wetter.

Her head was close to the pan filled with bubbling boiling water and she could feel the heat sizzling at her skin, happily reminding her that one day she would be in hell.

Damian gripped her hair harder pulling it until tears brimmed in her eyes. One hand was darting between her legs and rubbing her swollen clit furiously as he thrust harder and faster.

"When you're eating dinner with him tonight, I want you to be thinking about this," he whispered, causing her cunt to instantly convulse and spasm.

His dirty words were her cocaine. Even when he wasn't around she was constantly replaying them in her head over and over. It occurred to her once or twice that she was never going to be the same. Damian had made a home inside her veins.

Her pussy gripped and clenched tightly around his cock like a hot velvet vice demanding to be fed as his raw cock pulsed inside her lava-hot depths.

"And while you're eating dinner with him, pretending that you didn't just have your unfaithful whore cunt rammed in the very kitchen you cook his dinner in, I want you to feel my cum dripping out of you, reminding you who you really belong to," Damian whispered lustfully before driving every inch of fuckboy cock so deep Fiona could feel it piercing through her soul.

He exploded deep inside of her, filling her pussy up with what felt like a gallon of thick cum and causing her moans to turn into small screams of ecstasy as she writhed in his arms and squirted all over his cock and onto the floor.

Fiona's entire body felt as if it was surging with electrical currents, as she trembled and cried, unable to control the wave after wave of pleasure that swept over her like a warm forbidden tide.

Damian kissed her quickly but passionately. "I'm going to breed you until your stomach swells and your tits are dripping milk and then I'm going to breed you some more," he said before vanishing back to the attic.

Nothing about his words phased her. Maybe it was because she wanted him to knock her up or just maybe it was because she knew he could get her to do anything.

Fiona could feel the mixture of his cum and hers running down her legs and thighs as she opened the kitchen door and shouted.

"Babe... dinner's ready!"