Reclaim your wife

A flood of courage pulses through your just-pierced heart. Regardless of her infidelity, you're her husband, and that's a role that cheating can't take away from you easily.

She slow-blinks at you while smearing the man cream in her gape with no shame that she's betrayed your love. What other choice did you give her, though? You are a joke to her as well as your daughters. You have to prove that you're someone worthy of keeping your adulterous wife if that's what you truly want.

You scramble with a step forward to break away from your leggings and expose your engorged meat. A righteous calling to reclaim your role as man of the house has extended its length and girth beyond what you thought possible. Her slit throbs at you with the need for another round.

You pounce on top of her thick, fuckable body and spear her lubed-up fuckhole. Her arms get swiftly pinned above her head, and your angry eyes flood with emotion while they're inches away from hers. Then, you burst forward until you're bottomed out inside of her cum cave. Your balls squish against the delicate plumpness of her jiggly thighs.

"You shouldn't have taken up another man while I was away. Now I have to fuck you twice as hard."

Your glare burns into her eyes. A realization hits her that she would indeed regret her transgressions of forsaking your marriage in pursuit of getting a fulfilling lay. She tried struggling out of protest, but it wasn't very convincing, with her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

"I was lonely! You never pleased me like they did!"

They? There was more than one? That ignited your propulsion into high gear. Sure, she could sleep with better-endowed men, but she should know that the whims of her husband come first.

"That's changing today. You're MY wife. This is MY house, MY bed. You're not taking any of that away from me." Domination has enveloped your spirit. Despite her flings with other men, you're going to be the one who comes out on top.

Wet slaps, deep pounding, and a toe-curling filling drive your wife to scream out your name through the cabin. Her neck cranes to the side, which gives you the perfect opportunity to sink your lips into her neck and form a tight embrace with the sensitive skin. She whimpers submissively, probably the same sound that other guys before you have heard, but they won't leave their mark like you will.

You suck and dig your teeth in just enough to indent her. Then, when you pull away, a perfect red spot remains. You close your eyes and leave another. And another. Soon, she's covered with a bouquet of your lovely red hickies while you give her the ride of your life.

You arch your back to get more leverage as her hips sink into the sheets. She can barely gasp for air, and the rhythm of your thrusts has lulled her into undeniable submission. Something is even hitting the top of your dickhead when you ram inside—it's tight and firm. Your prior experience tells you that this is the entrance to her womb, something you haven't felt for ages. It's yours again.

You need to test your newfound power to ensure that you've actually conquered your wife, so you slowly withdraw. The disappointment is palpable on her face as she asks what you're doing.

"Turn over," you command. Does it carry the weight with it to make her obey?

For a moment, she blanks on what to do as if she's never heard words before. Or she doesn't understand what they mean because she's so conked out on her sloppy seconds.

"Are you going to keep fucking me if I do?" she asks suspiciously while your cream-covered cum slit is kissing the outside of her vulva.

"Of course, my love." You feel like a stallion. You're the man who's going to get your wife so addicted to the pleasure you give that she has **** but to get it straight from the source. She follows your order and perks her enormous ass cheeks in the air while her breasts press into the pillows.

"Yes! Please take me. I'm yours, I promise." Her hair spreads into a mess that you stick your hand into, grabbing a fistful and pulling back on. You take your time to align yourself back up to her begging cunt while you enjoy the frustration you're imposing on her by leaving her empty for so long.

"Please. Pleeeeaaaase." She whines and wiggles her pert ass at you, smearing her juices across your cockhead. You're not sure who's more tempted to fuck who at this point, but your testosterone-driven impulses take control.

You grab your wife by her flared hips and fit every last inch up to the base of your balls into her snatch. Now that she's face-down, you can take the reigns and become her king. Your growth is exponential as it stretches her insides to fit your new masculine shape. Being too horny to think, your instincts tell you to jackhammer her slutty, unfaithful pussy with the fury and rage boiling up inside of you, but that's just the way she likes it. Her body loves getting used.

Your muscles tighten, and you pull back on her hair. "Don't ever forget that you're mine again!"

An explosion sends gooey ooze straight to her birthmaker, flooding it with your hot semen. It washes away whatever was left of the other guy's and saturates every crevice inside of her. Finally, she flops down onto the bed with limbs made of jelly.

"Oh, honey. That was more wonderful than I could have ever imagined. Why didn't you do that sooner?"

You lay down beside her and wipe the sweat from your brow. Yeah, that was intense, but you're bathing in the sense of pride and accomplishment that comes from a job well done.

"I guess I didn't have it in me before. But now that I do, don't expect it to ever stop."