Emily stopped as she entered bedroom and gasped as she heard the sounds of the shower. She noticed the two suitcases open and full of clothing. He was still here!! Her heart leapt in her chest. She moved through the bedroom and into the bathroom. She said a quick prayer of thanks and moved to reclaim her husband and her marriage.
Henry stepped back from the water and reached for the shampoo, but was stopped by the angry voice of his wife.
"Henry Michael Danton you take it back. You take it all back!"
He rocked back and was left speechless. What was she doing here? She was supposed to be on her way to New York.
Before he could speak, she closed the distance between them and threw herself at him fully clothed. They slammed into the tiled shower wall as she orally assaulted his mouth. She didn't stop kissing him until they both were forced to breathe.
Her hair was wet and her blouse was now transparent. He was breathing heavily. Without thought he tore her blouse and ripped the bra from her breasts. He lunged for her breasts with his mouth. He picked up Emily and held her ass in his hands. He raised her breasts to his mouth and began to maul them. He left her no time to think, only react. She brought her hands to his head and ran her hands through his wet hair. Her nipples had always been sensitive, but this was something more. She thought she might just orgasm from this alone.
Her left breast popped out of Henry's mouth. She looked down at him and noticed a feral or wild look and then he began punishing her right breast. He branded her breast with several marks, before engulfing the areola bitting down hard on the nipple. Emily screamed in pleasure or pain she wasn't sure. Henry then performed the same exercise on the left breast. As she screamed for a second time, he clawed her ass with each of hands. She was so overwhelmed by the sensory overload, she came hard.
She screamed his name.
"Henry. Please fuck me. Fuck your wife. Fuck your stupid wife. Don't stop until I can't move. Fuck me you bastard. Fuck me!"
Henry roared at these words. He lowered her until her feet reached the shower floor.
He tore her skirt and panties from her body, exposing her most private area to him. She yelped as he dragged her to the vanity in the bathroom. He threw her against the counter. With little time to react, he pushed he her down so her stomach was hard against the counter.
Henry lined up and entered his wife in a single stroke. He grabbed her hair in one hand while pushing on her back, pressing her breasts against the cold hard granite countertop. This wasn't Henry's usual gentle style and and it didn't feel loving.
He treated her body savagely. His cock jackhammered in and out of her pussy. He used her hair like reigns on a horse; forcing her back to meet his movement back into her. She orgasmed again.
Emily was dimly aware she incoherently babbling and had given herself totally over to lust. She wasn't sure how long he had been punishing her pussy. How long had passed - seconds, minutes or hours.
Looking in the mirror, she saw him almost sneering as he used her. She felt another orgasm growing. She needed to feel him fill her up. She called to him to do just that; fill her with his sperm.
