Pounded

The first thing I heard was a male voice. My husbands, my body told me. "Good thing we agreed I could fuck you anytime anywhere," he said. He started grabbing my tits, tweaking them. I moaned, coming to consciousness. I wasn't quite back awake yet. He ran his fingers down my back and bit into my neck.

"You're even hotter asleep," he said, "you fucking slut."

"Mmf," I said. And then I felt something enter me. It felt old, familiar. Oh just my husband's cock. He started pounding me the way he usually did. I started waking up, and he started thrusting into me harder and harder.

"Good morning babe," he said, as my eyes opened. I couldn't see much as his tongue was now down my throat.

He was deep enough in me that I was starting to feel something. But he spasmed and began to pull out.

"No," I said, and wrapped my legs around him, I had to keep him inside me.

"I thought you didn't want another baby," he said to me. The voice sounded familiar. Wait a minute. I'm a boy. Or I was... now I'm some wife? I looked up to see a familiar face.