To her surprise and somewhat delight, she found his car in the driveway when she pulled in. She opened the door to the smell of stale cigar and cigarette smoke, which she expected, and stale perfume that was not hers. There were two used plates on the kitchen table and about seven beers with ¼ of the contents left in them. At least he had left her a portion of the stew she had placed in the crock-pot that morning.
She ate somewhat slowly; finishing the beers that he and what she presumed was some other woman had left on the table, hoping the bitch would be gone soon.
After she had finished eating and cleaned up the kitchen, she cautiously made her way back to their bedroom. She didn't want to disturb Daniel if he was fucking someone. She peered in carefully and saw that he was alone, naked, sprawled out on the bed. He looked over at her and just pointed to his cock, which was half erect and still moist with the juices of his union with his paramour.
"Get on it, bitch! Ain't gonna fuck itself!"
She took off her clothes and began sucking Daniel's dick clean of whatever slut he had been fucking not long ago, and it soon rose back to life. It didn't really bother her; it was just what she did. After it was completely erect, she climbed on top of Daniel and lowered her quivering, wet pussy over his engorged wet cock.
His head sunk back into the pillow as his eyes sunk into the back of his head. She pressed her hands gently on his chest for support as she assumed his usual rhythm, the rhythm that always got him off. She said the words to him that turned his balls into jelly.
"Gimme that rod, Danny. Fresh from jail. Fuck me hard, you fucking criminal. Fuck your filthy slut hard!"
Their moans became louder as the rhythm heightened, her walls becoming tighter around his enlarging cock. Thoughts of him being bent over the police car and placed in handcuffs filled her mind as more of her hormones rushed into her bloodstream. She began fucking his cock harder until her honey walls began to shake with orgasm, stimulating her lover's organ to throb harder. As her orgasmic fluids began to gush out of her vagina and wash down his balls onto the bed, his cock began to spurt what little was left of his supply of semen into her orgasming vagina. She screamed at the top of her lungs as her pussy walls worked out the orgasm that had been building in her all day since the phone rang.
Daniel had finished and pushed her still pulsating body off of his and passed out next to her.
"Yes, yes" she thought. "Handle me rough, treat me like shit" as the last waves of orgasm riveted through her body. It was in this way she drifted to sleep, happier than she had ever been once again.
She was a classic masochist and hybristophile. To meet such a man was the reason she began practicing law. In this abusive relationship, she was complete. She felt real. She felt loved.
