When the baby was finally down for the night, I slipped into the bathroom and got myself ready. A little touch of makeup, some gloss, brushed my hair until it shined. I wanted to look like a slut for him, not just his wife, but his dirty whore to use however he wanted.

I walked out, bare feet on the carpet, found him in the living room, and slipped my fingers into his hand. “Come on,” I whispered, tugging him gently. He followed me, no questions, and I led him to the bedroom with my heart beating hard in my chest.

As soon as the door shut, I turned to him and started undressing him. Shirt off, pants undone, underwear shoved down, until his cock was right there in front of me, already growing in my hand. I sank to my knees without a word, opened my mouth, and swallowed his cock.

I worked him slow at first, tongue teasing the slit, lips sliding up and down his shaft. My spit coated him, made him shine, and soon I was bobbing faster, letting him grow full and hard against the back of my throat. My hands gripped his thighs, pulling him deeper, gagging myself just the way he liked.

When he was rock hard in my mouth, I pulled back, drool stretching from my lips to his cock. Reaching into the nightstand, I pulled out the strap. He grunted when I wrapped it around the base of his cock and balls, cinching it tight.

“This’ll keep you from cumming too fast,” I purred, licking his length one more time. He was speechless, but I knew every thought going through his head. 

I crawled up onto the bed, got on my hands and knees, and my cheeks opening wide for him. I looked back over my shoulder, gave him a wicked smile. “If you want to make it hurt tonight,” I told him, “you’re welcome to.”

He didn’t hesitate. He lined up behind me, pressed the fat head of his cock to my tight little brown hole, and in one smooth, brutal thrust, buried himself balls deep.

The scream ripped out of me before I could stop it. My lungs seized, my mouth hung open, and I clawed at the sheets. My asshole stretched wide around his cock, burning, aching, every nerve on fire. I gasped, choked on air, while he held my hips and just ground himself deep inside me.

“Fuck, that’s it,” I moaned, voice breaking. “Fuckl my shitbox, baby. Give it to me!”

He pulled back only an inch before slamming forward again, then again, finding a rhythm that had my body jerking under him. His hips slapped my ass hard, the sound sharp and wet from the spit I had dripped down my crack before. He pounded me with no mercy, stretching me out, fucking my ass like it was made just for his cock.

I screamed again, then groaned low, deep, guttural. My arms gave out, and I collapsed onto my chest, face pressed into the sheets, ass high for him to destroy. He gripped my hips tighter and drove harder, each thrust punching a cry from my throat.

The pain rolled into something else—something sharper, raunchy. My pussy clenched empty, aching, but my ass stole all the attention. A shudder ripped through me, and I felt my first anal orgasm hit, hard and sudden, making my body spasm around his cock.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” I wailed, trembling, body shaking uncontrollably.

He just laughed, dark and hungry, and kept fucking me harder. His cock was locked tight by the strap, hard as steel, never softening, never slowing. Time slipped away as he railed me. My screams turned into desperate moans, my moans into whimpers, my whimpers into more screams as another orgasm rolled rocked my body.

Over and over, I came on his cock, my body betraying me, my asshole clenching, releasing, clenching again. He fucked me through every one, dragging more out of me, fucking my brains right out of my skull.

I don’t know how long it went on—an eternity of pounding, slapping, grunting, me crying out, begging him not to stop, begging him to keep destroying me. My make-up was a wreck, my hair a mess, my body limp but still presenting for him, still taking every brutal thrust.

Finally, I heard his growl. His grip on my hips turned savage, fingers digging into my skin. His thrusts grew ragged, desperate. He couldn’t take any more.

He reached down, yanked the strap off his cock and balls, and the floodgates opened. He hammered into my ass harder than ever, balls slapping my pussy, cock jackhammering my guts.

“Shoot your fucking load in me!” I screamed, my voice hoarse. “Fuck my asshole, give it to me!”

With one last slam, he buried himself balls-deep, and I felt it. His cock swelled inside me, harder, thicker, and then the first hot jet blasted deep into my ass. He roared, clutching me, holding me impaled while his cum poured out of him, shot after shot, filling my guts like the dirty whore he wants me to be.

The heat of it drove me into one last orgasm, the hardest yet, my ass clenching wildly around him, milking every drop. My scream was raw, broken, but real, praying it wouldn't wake the baby. 

When it was done, he collapsed on top of me, cock still lodged in my shitbox, cum filling my asshole. My body trembled, soaked with sweat, my chest heaving against the mattress. I could barely move, barely breathe, but my asshole gripped around him, clinging to his cock.

He finally pulled out, and I felt the hot rush of cum spill down my ass, thick and messy, dripping onto the sheets. I shivered, exhausted, my asshole ruined once again.

I turned my head, eyes half-lidded, and whispered, “Thank you, honey!”