Julia

James pulled out of Julia’s mouth and pulled her to her feet. Then without warning, he pushed her backwards, and pinned her to the floor.

“What are you doing?” Julia screamed.

“Roughhousing,” said James, shifting aside her skirt and panties to stick his dick in her pussy, which was already dripping wet.

“What—OH!” said Julia. “Oh, that’s good!”

“It means I’m forcing you to play with me,” James said as he thrusted in and out of the helpless woman.

“Julia!” Charles came running down the stairs. “Are you alright? I heard you scream.”

“I’m fine,” Julia giggled. “James, you needn’t **** me to – ooh! – do something I like doing.”

“Well,” James said quietly so Charles wouldn’t hear. “I’m just doing it ’cause I like to play rough, but it’s really more for forcing someone who doesn’t want it.”

“Oh,” said Julia. “That’s – ooh! – that’s so…” She didn’t have a word for evil. “Naughty.”

“Yeah,” said James. “But my thing needs to play even when nobody’s willing.”

“I guess you’re right,” said Julia. “I never looked at it that way before.” She went quiet for a moment, James speeding up his thrusts as he got close again.

“How about a goodbye kiss?” said Charles, looking down at his wife being ravished on the floor.

“Just a minute, dear,” said Julia. “Oh fudge! Oh yes, just like that! Bleeding heck, that’s it!”

“Yeah, you love being ****, you dumb cumslut,” James panted. “You want me to cum in your pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” said Julia.

James started pumping his sperm into Julia’s helpless pussy.

“Mmm, yeah, fill me with your stuff,” said Julia.

“Hurry up, I’ve got to get back to the kids,” said Charles, totally oblivious that at that very second James might be giving him another bastard child to take care of.

“I’m just – urgh – finishing,” James managed to say through his pleasure. He shot his last spurt of cum and went limp.

Julia pushed him off her and stood up, cum dripping down her legs. Then she grabbed Charles’ head and pulled it towards hers, locking him in a tight embrace. She kissed him passionately, lusting for her husband in a way he didn’t understand. Charles enjoyed the unusually enthusiastic kiss in bemusement, not thinking to connect Julia’s passion with the fucking she had just received.

Eventually she broke the kiss. “Now it’s your turn to play with me,” she said.

“I’ve told you a million times,” said Charles. “I’m not interested in playing your silly—”

But this time, Julia wasn’t taking no for an answer. She tackled her prudish husband and pinned him to the floor.

“What are you doing?” cried Charles.

“Roughhousing,” Julia chirped, humping his thigh. As she did so she unzipped her husband’s fly, pulled out his dick, and began jerking it furiously.

“I’ve told you not to touch that,” said Charles.

“But I need it so bad,” Julia crooned. “Just enjoy it. I think you already are.” Charles’ dick was rapidly lengthening in her hand.

“But… being touched there feels weird,” said Charles feebly.

Julia ignored his protest. “Oh, I’ve wanted this for so long,” she moaned as she slid the cock inside her and began riding it.

“Oh! Oh! Roughhousing is fun!” Julia said as she bounced on her unwilling husband’s cock. “Ooh, I wish I’d thought of it before!”

Whoa, thought James, he had really corrupted this innocent bimbo.

“Oh, sugar!” said Julia as she leaned down to better stimulate her clit. “Oooh, your thing is so hard for me. See how much fun this is?”

“It does feel… good,” Charles admitted. “But normally I only feel this way in… weird dreams…”

“So close your eyes and imagine you’re dreaming then,” said Julia. “Yeah, just like that.”

Charles closed his eyes, and Julia continued riding him without speaking, an ecstatic look on her face, the only sound her heavy breathing.

After a while she spoke again. “Having a good dream, babe?” she asked softly.

“Mmm,” said Charles noncommittally.

“I’m nearly done,” she said. “Just a – few – more – thrusts and – oh my GOSH! Ooh, ooh, OOOOOH!”

Julia was cumming as she **** her husband.

“OOH YEAH, GIVE ME YOUR STUFF!” Julia screamed, which must mean Charles was cumming too.

Eventually Julia stopped moving and relaxed.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” said Julia, getting up off her husband. “You can go now.”

“I’d still prefer if you didn’t do that,” said Charles. He stood up and left without saying another word.

Julia was looking a bit sheepish. “He’s mad at me,” she said. “I guess that wasn’t smart. But like you said, I needed him so much.”

James was a bit shocked at Julia’s behaviour. He hadn’t meant to teach her that. On the other hand, it meant Julia was just like him: she wanted sex so much she didn’t care about acting unethically to get it. Should he try to convince her to stop **** people, or should he continue to encourage it?