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All characters are 18+. This is fiction for erotic entertainment only; I do not condone nonconsensual sex.
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"Goodnight, guys!"
An absent-minded chorus trailed after me. My husband, Cameron, and his friends were playing Rock Band. It was late for me, especially after a couple of drinks. I stumbled upstairs and into my bed, where the constant bass quickly soothed me to sleep.
I woke in the dark sometime later, the bed shifting behind me -- my husband finally joining me. It was pitch black in our bedroom so I didn't bother looking. His body curled up around me, and I nestled closer with a sleepy, contented hum.
I felt his engorged bulge at my butt, and his hand sliding to my breasts. I woke up a bit more while he kneaded my tit. He wanted to play; he usually did on these late nights.
His lips brushed the back of my neck, licking the top of my spine. I shuddered and arched into his tongue, into his fingers massaging my breast, into his swollen cock rubbing my backside. He felt larger than usual. Mmm...
He unhooked my bra. I shrugged out of it as his hand snaked over my belly, slid beneath my panties. His fingers, his whole hand, and his arm actually, felt a little bigger and hairier than usual. I ignored it; I was probably just sleepier or drunker than I thought.
He explored the smooth top of my mound for a few seconds as I lifted my leg over his, giving him more access. His fingers quickly curled and cupped me, the middle digit pressing at my entrance. Impatient today. I didn't mind.
His flattened fingers gently rolled and circled my clit, his tongue and breath still tingling deliciously at my spine while he rocked his bulge on my ass. His eager finger dipped into my quickly forming wetness. He worked his way into my slick passage, deep, deep inside. His finger really felt longer than usual.
He began to thrust while rolling his palm over my clit. I moaned and moved with him. Sleep was far from my mind by then. Another finger slipped in and I was soon panting, clinging onto his thrusting digits, chasing the rising heat in my core.
"Oh, ah, yes... yes, yes, yes, more..."
I whined when his fingers left me, but he seemed to be taking off his boxers. I lifted my hips when he tugged at my panties, kicking them away. His warm cock snaked between my legs a few moments later.
"Ooh, yes..."
He slid the hard shaft over my slick folds. I vaguely wondered why he was being so quiet.
The tip of his cock pressed against my entrance, rubbing agonizing little circles, barely dipping in, then out, then in again, out and another circle. I panted. He was teasing me.
"Please just fuck me, ahh, fuck me now!" I begged, working my desperate hole over his cock head, trying to impale myself.
He pushed in one slow inch at a time. He felt thicker than usual. It felt amazing. I barely noticed how he kept thrusting further and further, deeper than he'd ever reached before, until he bumped into my cervix. He couldn't usually do that at this angle, and his pelvis was only just brushing my ass.
"Oh, you feel so big, mmhh..."
I felt so full, so stretched, so good. "Mmm... yes, yes, fuck me..." I moaned, rotating my hips a bit, trying to fit more of him inside me. His arm wrapped around my pelvis and he began to thrust, pulling out slowly before diving back into me. A few, wonderful, long strokes later, he withdrew all the way and rammed in hard.
I winced. "Ow." He pushed insistently and groaned at the way my inner muscles clenched tighter. He sounded strange.
"Stop, that hurts," I mumbled. He chuckled.
I frowned. "Are you ok? You sound weird."
"I'm just great,
honey
."
That wasn't my husband's voice.
I froze. It sounded like Dave, one of his friends who I'd never really liked. He'd always seemed a little off and he talked to my tits more than my eyes.
Cold fear raced across my skin and down my spine, my pussy involuntarily pulsing.
