Quietly, Julie opened the door and slipped into her house. It was dark and silent. Given how late it was, she was pretty sure her husband must be in bed by now, but it wouldn't have been the first time she'd been wrong about that.
The pretty young woman knelt to set down the heels she'd carried, rather than worn, for fear of the noise they made when she walked.
"Now that's nice," a gruff voice behind her said.
"Quiet," Julie whispered, glancing over her shoulder. In the doorway stood the big, burly form of the guy who'd driven her home, Mat she thought his name was.
"Why?" Mat leered, stepping inside.
"My husband's asleep," Julie hissed, looking up. She started to rise, but Mat's big hand fell on her shoulder, firmly holding her down on her knees in front of him.
"Husband?" Mat chuckled. "You sure the fuck didn't act like you had a husband at the party."
"He didn't feel like coming," Julie started.
"Ha, you sure did," Mat leered down at her, his firm hands kneading her shoulder. "You were cumming all over the place."
"Quiet down," Julie hissed again.
"What, doesn't your husband know you're a little cock hungry slut?" Mat growled. "You don't you want him to know you spent the night on your knees, waving your naked little ass around? You don't want him to know how many cocks you sucked and fucked tonight?"
"Please," Julie looked up at him, pleading.
"Take off your clothes," Mat ordered. "I want to see your slutty body."
Shivering, Julie quickly stripped off her halter top and short jean shorts. She knelt, naked, in front of Mat. Her full breasts swung free, her large nipples jutting out from their pale curves. Her firm belly sloped down to her strong thighs, and the wet tangle of fair hair between them.
"What's that crusty stuff on your boobs, cock-slut?" Mat asked roughly.
"Cum," Julie whispered.