In the quiet of the early morning, at 5:20 AM, Bryan's phone illuminated the room with a soft glow. The silence was shattered by the double ping of a message. Bryan rolled over, blinked awake, and reached for his phone. A smile spread across his face as he read the message from his boss: "All teams stand down; no assignments today." Relieved, he snuggled closer to Krystal's warm body, feeling the comforting rise and fall of her chest against his.

Krystal, still half-asleep, murmured, "What do they want at this hour?"

Bryan replied, "All teams have been stood down today, so no work for me." His right hand slid under her top, instinctively resting just below her breast. His fingers grazed her soft skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Krystal turned her head, looking over her shoulder as Bryan leaned in to kiss her. As their lips met, their passion ignited. His hand began to massage her breast, feeling her nipple harden in his palm. He pinched it gently, then twisted it between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a soft moan from Krystal.

The sensation sent a wave of heat coursing through her body. Rolling onto her back, Krystal grabbed his wrist and guided his hand down between her legs. Parting them slightly, she pressed his hand against the crotch of her white panties.

Their kiss grew more intense as Bryan pressed his fingers into the damp fabric. He felt her wetness grow under his touch, driving him wild with desire.

Krystal broke the kiss, throwing her leg over Bryan to straddle him. Leaning down, she grasped his wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand. With the other, she reached between their heated bodies, slipping the soaked fabric of her panties aside. She ground herself against Bryan's swollen length with a deliberate, teasing motion.

Bryan groaned as Krystal slid him between her wet folds once, twice, and then, on the third slow slide, he felt himself push into her tight opening. Her muscles enveloped him, but just as Krystal pushed down onto his thickness, the bedroom door creaked open. Their passion was extinguished in an instant as parental responsibility took over.

Before they could process what had happened or resettle their son back into bed, Krystal's morning alarm sounded, and the day's routine kicked in without delay, leaving them both frustrated.

Bryan's impromptu day off left him with a predicament—an unrelenting erection that refused to subside. His cock throbbed with need, and his balls ached for release. Initially, he planned to wave goodbye to Krystal and the kids before jumping into the shower to relieve himself, imagining the feel of his thick, eight-inch cock plunging into Krystal's heavenly warmth.

However, as he walked downstairs, Krystal pinned him against the kitchen counter, grasping his balls tightly. "You're going to jerk off when we leave, aren't you?" she whispered, her eyes narrowing.

Bryan denied it with a quizzical look, but she snapped firmly, "No! Your balls remain untouched until I decide otherwise."

The day passed without incident, the constant ache in Bryan's balls a reminder of Krystal's command. By evening, he had completed the school run and bedtime routine. Just as he settled in to read a story to their eldest, Krystal walked in, announcing she was going for a shower.

She wished their son goodnight and turned to leave, her hips swaying hypnotically. Bryan watched, fixated, as she walked out. Entering the master bedroom, he clicked on the light and found Krystal sitting against the headboard, scrolling through her phone.

"I thought you were going for a shower," he said, standing motionless at the foot of the bed, taking in every inch of his gorgeous wife—from her long brown hair down to her delicate painted toenails.

Krystal dropped her phone and stretched out against the pillows, pushing her breasts forward. "I was going to shower, but then I got distracted," she said with a sly smile, locking eyes with Bryan.

"Oh, really?" Bryan returned the smile. "Distracted by what?"

"The thought of fucking you," Krystal replied, her tone calm but loaded with intent.

Before Bryan could respond, she continued, "But there's a problem."

"What's the problem?" Bryan asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Well," she said, moving her feet together and bringing them up to her butt before letting her knees fall apart, stretching the tight cotton fabric of her white panties over her freshly waxed mound. "I'm just not wet enough."

Bryan took a step toward the bed, offering to help, but Krystal stopped him. "Calm down, sailor," she said, lowering her hand to rub circles over her clit. "I can handle this myself. Now, back up against that wall, or I stop."

Bryan obeyed, stepping back until he felt the wall press against his back. His eyes remained locked on Krystal's hand as it worked magic on her pussy, turning her once-white panties a damp, dark shade.

"Strip," Krystal commanded. "Show me what I want to feel, but don't touch it yet."

Bryan didn't need to be told twice. He tore off his T-shirt, revealing his broad shoulders and shaved torso. He bent over, wiggling out of his shorts and boxers in one swift motion, kicking them aside. Soon, he stood completely naked before her, his freshly shaved cock slowly growing to its full, impressive length.

Krystal, now also naked, lay back on the bed, her eyes locked on Bryan's cock as she worked her clit with precision. She bit her lip, her arousal evident. Turning to her left, she tossed back the corner of the duvet, revealing a selection of toys laid out neatly. Her hand skimmed over them before settling on a purple clit stimulator Bryan had given her one Christmas.

Bryan watched, dumbstruck, as Krystal pressed the toy to her engorged clit. The effects were instantaneous. Her eyes rolled back, her body contracted, and her legs spasmed as an intense orgasm ripped through her. The guttural scream that escaped her lips sent Bryan's cock twitching wildly, beads of pre-cum leaking from his engorged tip.

"Don't touch it," Krystal barked, noticing Bryan's hand moving toward his cock. "I told you it remains untouched until I decide!"

Bryan snapped his hand away, standing obediently as he took in every detail of his wife—her flushed cheeks, her rock-hard nipples, her glistening pussy. He wanted nothing more than to plunge his tongue into her, to taste her sweet nectar.

Krystal's sudden movements snapped him out of his trance. She chuckled as she crawled toward him. "Hello, are you still with me, baby boy?" she purred, sitting at the end of the bed and grasping his cock firmly at the base. She began to lick it, alternating between long, slow strokes and light flicks of her tongue on his sensitive underside.

Bryan's breathing grew ragged as Krystal worked his cock with expert skill. The final pop of his cock from her lips was too much, and he felt the pressure building to its peak.

Feeling Bryan's cock swell in her hand, Krystal knew he was close. She sucked his balls into her warm mouth as her hands pumped his throbbing shaft. With a low grunt, Bryan's dam burst, thick ropes of cum shooting onto Krystal's neck and chest.

Krystal looked up at him with a loving smile as Bryan stroked his cock, watching his cum land on her body. Sensing the main barrage was over, she kissed his sensitive head and chuckled softly. "Would appear you're still wanting me?" she said, looking at his still-hard erection.

Leaning back onto the bed, Krystal pulled Bryan down on top of her, their bodies pressing together in a heated kiss. The feeling of her cum-covered skin against his was new and thrilling, and Bryan lost himself in the moment.

As he positioned himself between her legs, Bryan thrust forward hard, sinking deeply into Krystal.

The sudden penetration of Bryan's cock into her tight, wet heat sent a jolt of pleasure through Krystal, her eyes rolling back as a sharp gasp escaped her lips. Her back arched slightly, and she bit down on Bryan’s bottom lip to stifle her moan, the faint taste of copper blooming on her tongue as she drew blood.

Releasing his wrists, Krystal interlocked her fingers behind Bryan’s head, pulling him closer as she sucked gently on his now-bruised lip. The mix of pain and pleasure only fuelled his desire, and with his hands free, Bryan grasped the headboard with his left hand and the duvet with his right, driving himself into her with relentless force. Each thrust buried him deeper, her tight walls stretching and rippling around him, drawing a low, guttural moan from Krystal as she raised her hips to meet his rhythm.

The sensation of her silky, vice-like grip around his cock was driving Bryan wild. If it weren’t for the fact he’d already emptied himself earlier, he would have spilled inside her by now. But his body wasn’t ready to purge what little remained in his balls just yet, and Bryan intended to make the most of this opportunity.

Breaking away from Krystal’s devouring kiss, Bryan sat up straight, his sticky body peeling away from hers with a wet squelch. He glanced down, remembering the mess they’d made—his cum still glistened on her tits and stomach, a testament to their earlier passion. A wicked smile spread across his face as he looked down at his wife, who lay beneath him, pouting up at him with a mix of defiance and desire.

“You’re going to regret biting me so hard,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. Gripping her legs behind the knees, he flipped her over in one swift motion, her surprised shriek echoing through the room.

The moment she landed on the mattress, Bryan was on her. Straddling the backs of her thighs, he pressed his left hand into the back of her head, pinning her face into the mattress and immobilizing her completely. With his right hand, he grasped his still-rigid cock and guided it between her cheeks, the tip brushing against her forbidden entrance before sliding lower to where her warmth and wetness awaited.

Krystal’s breath hitched as she felt his length pressing against her, a mix of helplessness and arousal washing over her. She had unlocked something primal in Bryan, and now she was at his mercy. The idea of being his toy, his slut, sent a surge of wetness between her legs, her pussy aching with need. She had been trying to coax this side of him out for months, and now that she had, she was both terrified and exhilarated.

When Bryan’s cock slid between her cheeks and pressed against her anus, panic flared. “No, please, not there,” she pleaded, her voice muffled by the duvet as Bryan pushed her face harder into the mattress.

Hearing her plea, Bryan applied just enough pressure to tease her before sliding his cock lower, the tip finding her slick entrance. With a grunt, he dropped his weight forward, impaling her in one deep, forceful thrust. Krystal’s body tensed, her walls clamping down around him as she adjusted to his size.

Leaning forward, Bryan whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. “How does it feel to be on the receiving end of the pain?”

“Good,” Krystal gasped, glancing at him from the corner of her eye with a devilish smile. She knew her answer would only push him further, and she craved it.

With a swift, coordinated movement, Bryan grasped a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, driving his cock deep into her at the same time. A sharp yelp escaped her lips, her eyes widening as pleasure and pain collided in a dizzying rush. The sting of her hair being pulled, combined with the sensation of Bryan splitting her in half, was overwhelming. She had unleashed the beast within him, and now she had to endure it.

The next few minutes passed in a blur of frenzied thrusts and primal sounds. Bryan was relentless, punishing her for her earlier dominance, and Krystal loved every second of it. Each time he pulled back, her juices flowed freely, the wet squelch of their bodies meeting filling the room. The rhythmic slapping of his pelvis against her ass and the muffled moans escaping her lips only spurred him on.

Suddenly, the pressure on the back of her head disappeared. Before she could react, Bryan grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her and arching her back. This new position forced the swollen head of his cock to brush against her front wall, hitting her G-spot with each thrust. Krystal’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as the sweet build-up to another orgasm began to take hold.

“You like that, don’t you?” Bryan hissed into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. He adjusted his angle, ensuring each thrust hit her sensitive spot, driving her closer to the edge.

Krystal could only nod, her words lost in the haze of pleasure. She had never come from vaginal penetration alone, but if there was ever a time, it was now. Her heavy breasts bounced with each thrust, her body a symphony of sensation as Bryan pounded into her with unrelenting force.

Then, with a sudden pop, Bryan’s cock slipped out of her. Before the disappointment could register, he drove his hips forward, slamming back into her with a final, powerful thrust. Krystal’s head dropped back as her body convulsed, her pussy gripping his cock like a vice as she came hard, her juices splashing against his groin and thighs.

Bryan, unable to hold back any longer, released her arms and fell onto her, muffling her screams as he buried himself to the hilt. With a guttural groan, he emptied himself inside her, his cock pulsing as he pumped what felt like gallons of hot cum into her womb.

For a moment, they lay there, breathless and sticky, their bodies entwined. Bryan gently kissed her cheek as his cock twitched inside her, their sweat-slicked skin peeling apart as he slowly withdrew. He glanced down at the aftermath—their bodies glistened with sweat and cum, her thighs and ass pink from the force of his thrusts, her elbows marked from his grip.

Krystal rolled onto her back, her big blue eyes gazing up at him, tears of pleasure streaking her makeup. Her hair clung to her face and neck, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath. Bryan’s eyes travelled down her glistening body, lingering on her swollen, gaping pussy, a mix of their cum dripping from her.

With a playful smile, Krystal brought her feet up to her butt and let her knees fall apart, showing off her well-used sex. She tensed her pelvic floor, pushing out a thick glob of his cum, her eyes locked on his as she blew him a kiss.

“Now I’m ready for my shower,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.