Sunday morning crept in before dawn, the house still dark and quiet. I lay in our bed, rock-hard and restless, my mind replaying every second of yesterday. Steve had fucked me—really fucked me—and the guilt was already clawing at my chest. What was my wife going to think when she got home tomorrow? She was going to be broken. The thought twisted in my gut, but it couldn’t drown out the truth: I wasn’t done with him. Not even close. I craved his touch again, that thick cock stretching me open, the way he’d owned me completely. I’d never felt desire burn like that before.

My hand drifted down, fingers circling my hole while the other stroked my leaking cock. I edged myself slowly, lost in the memory, when my phone lit up on the nightstand.

It was Steve: Hey sexy, when’s your wife coming home?

Tomorrow, I answered.

How about I come by and fill you up again?

Idk man I just think it’s wrong.

I’ll be there in 30.

My heart slammed against my ribs. I jumped out of bed, showered fast, shaved everything smooth the way I knew he liked. My dick stayed hard the whole time, dripping onto the tile. When the knock came at the back door, butterflies exploded in my stomach. I dropped the towel, walked over naked, and slid the glass door open.

“Hey baby,” I breathed.

“Holy fuck, look at you.” Steve stepped inside, one big hand cupping my ass, the other yanking me into a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue claimed my mouth. My legs hooked around his waist; he lifted me effortlessly onto the kitchen counter. His lips trailed fire down my chest, my stomach, until his hand wrapped around my cock and his mouth closed over the head.

“Holy fuck, Steve—I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” I moaned as he bobbed, sucking me slow and deep. “Ohhh fuck, that feels good.”

He scooped me up again, threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing, and carried me upstairs to our bedroom. He tossed me onto the mattress. I crawled to him immediately, fumbling with his belt, tugging his briefs down. His massive cock sprang free, heavy and thick, dangling right in front of my face. I stared in awe, then wrapped my hand around it, rubbing the shaft against my cheek.

“It’s all yours, baby,” he said.

I smiled and took him into my mouth. He fucked my face gently at first, letting me adjust.

“Mmm, that’s it, baby, just like that,” he murmured. “You’re doing so good.”

He pulled out, slapped his wet cock against my lips, then my cheek. I giggled, then dove back on, sucking eagerly.

“I got something special for you today, baby.”

He reached into his bag and pulled out two lengths of rope. “Stay right there.” He tied my right wrist to one bedpost, then my left to the other. “I’m gonna use you all day, honey.”

A hard smack landed on my ass. I moaned loud. He moved behind me, tugged my cock down between my legs, then dragged his tongue from the tip, over my balls, straight to my hole. He ate me out like he was starving.

“Mm, fuck, you taste good, honey,” he growled, diving back in.

“Mmm yes, please don’t stop, Daddy.”

His hand stroked my dick in time with his tongue. Another smack. “Whose ass is this?”

I looked back at him. “It’s yours.”

He smacked again, harder. “Tell Daddy whose ass this is.”

Looking straight into his eyes, I said, “Daddy, this fat ass belongs to you.”

“Good boy.”

He lined up and pressed in—slow at first, opening me wide.

“Ohh fuck, you’re big,” I gasped, pain flaring.

“Just relax, honey,” he soothed. “Mmm, that’s it.” Inch by inch he sank deeper until he bottomed out. My hands clenched the ropes.

“Ohhh… ohhh my God…”

“There you go, baby. You’re doing so good. You’re gonna take all this cock.”

He started thrusting—pulling back, slamming forward, finding the perfect rhythm. My ass was made for him now. “Holy fuck, Steve, that feels so good.”

“Ohh fuck yes, baby, your ass is so tight.” His grip tightened on my hips; he pounded harder. “Ohhh fuck yes, baby, I’m gonna cum.”

He pulled out, stepped in front, stroked fast. I opened my mouth wide. Hot ropes painted my face; some landed on my tongue.

“Clean it.”

I leaned forward, lips sealing around the head, sucking the last drops clean.

“Ohh fuck, you’re such a good boy.” He kissed me deep, tasting himself on my tongue, then untied me. “Don’t worry, honey—we’re not done for the day.”

“You better not be,” I said, still hard as steel.

He tilted his head. “Let me ask you something. Do you think you could wear your wife’s lingerie?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I think you’d look so fucking hot all dressed up for me.”

“Umm… yeah, we can try that,” I said, licking the last of his cum off my fingers.

“Fuck, that’s gonna be so hot.”

He headed downstairs and fired up a video game in his briefs. I slipped into her closet. The lingerie had been gathering dust for months. I found a purple silk nightie and matching lace panties, slipped them on, and checked the mirror. I liked what I saw—a lot.

I walked downstairs and straddled his lap, blocking the screen. “Is this what you had in mind?”

“Fuck yes.” The controller hit the floor. His hands roamed my smooth skin. “You look so sexy, Sammy,” he said, eyes dark.

I wasn’t Sam anymore—not here, not with him. I was Sammy. I kissed him like it was the first time, grinding against the bulge in his briefs. He lifted me; I reached down, freed his cock, lined up my slick hole, and sank onto him.

“Holy fuck,” I moaned.

He ripped the nightie off in one motion. “God damn, Sammy, your pussy is fucking great.”

“Oh my God, Daddy.” I bounced on him, his hands gripping my ass. He leaned me forward and switched to fast, short thrusts that hammered my prostate. My nails dug into his shoulders. “Ohhh fuck—I’m cumming—fuck!”

I came hard, soaking the lace panties, cum smearing between us.

He flipped me onto my back. I was boneless, useless. He stroked my still-hard cock while he fucked me again, legs over his shoulders, pounding deep.

“Ohh fuck, honey, Daddy’s gonna cum. Mmm.”

“Yes, Daddy—fill me up. Please, Daddy.”

“Ohhh yes, honey—fuck, I’m cumming.” He buried himself and unloaded, flooding me.

“Holy fuck, Sammy… that was incredible.”

I lay there wrecked as he pulled out. I whimpered at the emptiness. He helped me up, cleaned me gently. I changed into fresh panties but kept the torn nightie on for him. We hung out the rest of the day—lazy, easy, like nothing was wrong. Before he left, I dropped to my knees one last time and sucked him slow until he came down my throat.

The house was quiet again. Tomorrow my wife would be home.

And I already knew I’d be counting the hours until Steve texted me again.