On her back

Phil's hands grab her legs, preventing her from kicking before she can even think to do so. "This pussy is mine, whenever I want and however I want - do you understand?"

"You... can't... do... this..." Claire gasped, her hands trying to move Phil's hands from her legs.

"Oh, yes - I can do this," he replied, looking down at her, moving his hips to rub his cock head against her labia. "After all, you shaved it just for me." He shifted his weight, watching as the tip slipped into his wife, "I'm going to fuck this pussy every chance I get, and I don't care if you have a fucking headache any more!"

With a brutal thrust, he buried his cock inside her, a position it had been in many, many times before, but for the first time unwanted. Phil's hands pushed Claire's legs up toward her chest, his shoulders taking the job of holding them up as his hands groped at her breasts. Yes, they were smaller than Gloria's, but even smaller breasts were breasts, and these were all his.

Claire stopped struggling, knowing that she could only get hurt more if she fought against him. She had never seen any evidence this side of him existed, and wondered how the marriage would be able to survive with this demon hiding inside her husband.