Her red lipstick reflected the dim ray of light creeping in from the mail slot in the front door. She knelt near the tiny brass hinged letter door and tried to focus on the word stamped across it "MAIL." "Funny," she giggled, to no one but the rolling camera.
He always came home promptly at 5:30. Always would most likely, and when he did get home she was the first thing he wanted to see. Elana and Sam had been married now for soon to be eight years; eight years, a house, some kids, and a whole lot of dreams trending up.
As his key turned in the lock she felt her neck stiffen. The adrenaline rush always got her first, that sweet, sweet natural buzz that got her to where she want to go so many times in her life before. Before she could finish cracking her smile, the lock turned, and in walked Sam.
He didn't say a word; just simply tossed his messenger bag in the direction of the closet, walked over to Elana, unzipped his fly, and stuffed his dripping hard cock down her throat until his balls hit her chin.
Eyes wide, Elana's still kneeling body was driven towards the umbrella can to the right of the front door, which for the record was still open. He held her under the chin, raised her eyes to his and groaned
"I've wanted to fuck your little whore mouth all day, got a surprise for you," then turned to shut the door.
He started to slide his cock in and out of her throat, all the time feeling her muscles tighten as he hit rock bottom. He reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a rubber-mailing stamp along with a black box. Still rocking Elana's head against the umbrella can, he flipped the box open and rubbed the stamp deeply into it.
"Look up," Sam coolly ordered as she snapped to attention. He rounded the stamp firmly across her forehead and pushed her head back to admire his handiwork.
"Perfect!," he cried as he spun her head to see the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door.
"Say it," he ordered, "Say it with that cock in your mouth."
With his cock now perpendicular to her head and bulging out her cheek "Slught," she mumbled, drooling a mix of saliva and precum down her chin which hung precariously above her heaving breasts.
"That's right. You're my slut," and with that her turned her face to the blinking red light on the near right of the camera lens. Sam wanted to make sure that he got a good shot of the three-inch high thick black letters that spelled out "SLUT" across Elana's forehead.
"Only have time for a quickie today hon, got a meeting at 7," he dejectedly admitted while guiding Elana to her feet. She kept her hands firmly pressed together behind her back, no need for cuffs with this one. As he brought her to her feet he let his cock slide out of her mouth and rubbed it across her cheek, painting her face with glistening mouth fuck juices.
Turning her over on the key table he felt beneath her dark grey wool skirt for the outline of the crotchless panties he bought for her last Christmas. Feeling the wet slit between the lace he wrapped his hand around his cock and the other around the back of Elana's neck. With a swift almost guttural motion he forced his dripping wet member to the very depths of Elana's soaking wet cunt.
She moaned almost instantly and felt her knees begin to buckle. With quick short strokes Sam slid the head of his cock back and forth up against Elana's cervix, drawing a little yelp of pleasure from her lips with each thrust.
Feeling her heat brought him closer to climax within just a few minutes, but judging by the tightening of Elana's cunt walls, she wasn't far behind.
