Carries me to the bed.

Without any hesitation, he picks me up in a bridal carry. Before I can resist, he speaks up.

"Where's your room?" he asks, although it sounds more like he's ordering me to tell him.

"Down the hall on the right." I obediently respond, feeling myself get even wetter.

Without a moments notice, he starts to walk straight to my room, pushes the door open, and throws me onto my bed.

I yelp out in surprise, but start to laugh when I hit the bed. I know where this is going, and I like it.

"So, what are you planning on doing to this defenseless woman?" I joke, barely attempting to cover up my nude body.

"I'm gonna fuck you right where your husband sleeps." he says, crawling onto the bed with me.

And just like that, I feel myself get so turned on that I lose control. I wrap my legs around him and pull him close, his cock resting on my stomach, glistening from my pussy juices.

"Is that so?" I whisper.

"It is." he bluntly responds, positioning himself in between me better.

As he slides his thick, long cock inside of me, the memories of all the painfully average nights of sex I've had on this bed rush through my head. If it felt good, Rob wouldn't last long. If he lasted long, it never felt good. Every single time I've came on this bed is because I finished myself off after he passed out after 5 minutes of awkward and bumpy thrusting.

But now?

A real man is going to fuck me. Just by sliding it into me, this is already better than every time I've had sex with my husband. My husband would only make love to me gently.

But John?

John is going to fuck me, just the way I deserve it.

I'm a horrible wife, and a horrible mother, but as long as his cock keeps slamming in and out of me, I don't really care.

"God, you're so fucking wet." John moans.

"All because of you and that- Oh fuck- you and that cock of yours..." I moan back, biting my lower lip, as he slowly begins to pump in and out of me.

The room is filled with the rhythmic clapping of our bodies colliding, and it sounds heavenly to me.

I sprawl and stretch out, giggling as the joy of finally getting some good dick on this bed overtakes me. I look at John, his handsome face, his strong body, holding me down. His thick cock, sending waves of pleasure through my body each time he pushes it into me.

"Fuck... You are amazing!" I moan, smiling uncontrollably.

"Damn, that good?" he asks, laughing.

"I haven't had good sex on this bed in like, ever! So yeah, it's pretty amazing!" I loudly respond.

"Well, we're just getting started. I'm gonna make that headboard fucking slam against this wall." he groans, speeding up.

"That's the spirit..." I moan as my eyes start to roll back.