On her stomach

Claire managed to land on her stomach, clawing at the sheets to get away. She knew Phil wouldn't really hurt her, at least not when he was in his right mind. She wondered what had happened to change him from the gentle, sweet man she married to this lust crazed monster.

"Phil, stop this - this isn't right," she said, panting. "You have to stop this!"

The first moment she realized she was in trouble was when Phil grabbed her by the waist, pulling her to the edge of the bed, her legs hanging off the side, her ass in the air. "Now that's what I like to see," he said, holding her hips firm. "Remember that time the kids wanted to surprise us for our honeymoon and caught us?"

"Yes, that was embarrassing, wasn't it?" Claire responded, hoping to jog Phil from the fugue state he seemed stuck in.

"So do I," was his only response, his hand going from her hip to his cock, taking aim.