Ass

Steve is quick to pick which hole he wants to fuck, sticking his hard dick into your ass. You let out a long, slutty moan as he does. He knows you absolutely love anal, and he is using it to make you moan while he fucks you. He quickly picks up his pace and begins to properly fuck you, and it isn't long before your slutty moans fill the room.

"Fuck yes! Fuck me harder!", you scream as Steve groans in your tight ass, giving you a truly good fucking, the kind a slutty wife like your deserves. He gladly does so, fucking you even harder, which makes you moan louder.

You love getting fucked by Steve, it's your favourite thing in the world, and Steve's dick is just fantastic. It's like it's a perfect match for all your holes, and it just makes you moan like a bitch in heat, just like you are right now. Fortunately the room, and your entire apartment, is sound-proof, otherwise the neighbours downstairs would be fully aware of what you two spend most of your time doing, with how loud your moans tend to be.

Steve continues to fuck you, not letting up at any point as he does so. He keeps his tempo up, holding back so he can continue fucking you. You know from experience that he can last an extremely long amount of time, which you absolutely love, as it means he can fuck you continiously for very long amounts of time, and bring you to several orgasms. Speaking of those, it isn't long before he brings you to your first one, pushing particullarly deep and giving you a quick spank in the ass, which triggers it.

You moan louder than before as you fell the pleasure wash over you, and you feel your ass constrict around Steve's dick, milking him for him cum. However, he manages to hold back, and continues to fuck you as you are in a bliss, still moaning and your head lolling around with each powerful thrust from your husband.

This goes on for a while, with your going through several fantastic orgasms, but you can feel Stve is starting to get tired of thrusting. After all, depite you sometimes bucking back to meet his thrusts, he is tome one doing all the work here to bring you pleasure. Since you want to continue going, you decide to change positions again so you are the one doing the effort to get pleasure for the both of you, with Steve getting on the bed and you quickly getting on top of him and leading his dick straigh back into your awaiting ass.

You are soon back to it, this time lowering and raising yourself on his dick while he occasionally thrusts into you or uses his hands to spank your ass and grope you, brining you more pleasure by doing so. It isn't long in this new position before Steve's dick brings you to a new orgasm, your moaning and his groaning melding as you struggle to stop yourself from falling on top of him because of your legs giving away.

You continue fucking him this way for a long time, about half an hour, before you feel he is finally reaching his edge and will cum soon. As such, you try to get the most you can out of the last couple of seconds, picking up your speed before sinking into his dick one final time, going all out. With a final groan, Steve finally comes inside of you, filling you ass with his hot load and leading you to your own final orgasm, your face twisting in pleasure and bliss as your legs finally give away, and you fall on top of him, panting.

At the back of your mind you feel a tugging that you should be doing something, but you can't remember what it is. You try to remember what it is you should be doing, but find you mind completely blank when you do so, unable to think about it through the haze of your recent sex and tiredness. It's probably some dumb thing like remembering to water some plants or something like that, anyways. Nothing to worry about that can't be solved later anyways, you decide, as you rest on top of your husband, feeling his hard muscles as he does the same, his stress from work relieved by your fantastic skills. This is basically your daily routine, he gets home from work and you do your part to help him relax. You remember you also have to cook the food, and decide that is what you forgot to do, deciding you will do it soon. After a while, you get up, and head to the kitchen to cook him a nice, warm meal like any dutiful wife should, completely forgetting about the gun that is still hidden in one of the desks.