Well, to say the least

Eager to fuck your girlfriend after a torturous two days apart, you waste no time stripping her. You don't know when she managed to take off her shoes, but you are glad that one more obstacle in your path is no more. She was wearing a tight set of black yoga pants with a pink waistband, but you quickly pull them off and toss them in the general direction of your laundry hamper. Her short white ankle socks come next, but not being aficionado for feet you discard them and move on.

Carrie hasn't been idle herself, though. She's taken off her shirt, a colorful green and white tank top that you suppose she wore for its comfort during her drive home. In fact, her whole outer ensemble speaks of comfort rather than seduction. And to your surprise, you are still as hot for her as ever. You're glad that the two of you are at the comfort point in your relationship where you don't feel the need to go all out every time you fuck.

Or at least, you thought so until you saw her underwear. She was wearing a bra and panty set, one that sent your libido into overdrive. A pale pink, it had small hearts embroidered in a sheer lace mesh. Thinking that such expensive lingerie would not be the first choice when driving long distances, you decide to voice your appreciation to Carrie.

"What a delectable little outfit. You really were looking forward to tonight."

"Well, I'm about to face a lot more competition in the bedroom. I got to make sure that I can still arouse you."

"Don't worry, Carrie," you reply, taking a serious tone and cupping her face with your right hand. "I will always love you, no matter who else joins this bed of ours."

"Good. Then prove it. Fuck me just as well as you fucked Natalie last night."

"Of course." With those words, you move to start fucking Carrie, as you are conveniently already undressed. As always when the two of you fuck, Carrie's slick cunt eagerly accepts your prodigious manhood.

"Fuck, I missed this so much. I know it was only two days, but it felt like a lifetime, especially knowing what activities you got up to."

"First, Natalie. Next up is Helen, and who knows who is next on the docket," you say, as you find yourself in a steady rhythm and long and deep strokes.

"Yes indeed," you girlfriend replies. "Speaking of Helen, I found out some more information on her. Specifically, the fact that she doesn't exist."

"What do you mean," You say, pausing your casual thrusts. "She doesn't exist?"

"Hey, don't stop fucking me." You comply, and resume your steady strokes. You'd like to go all out, but you find it impractical to hold a conversation while doing so.

"What I mean is," Carrie continues, "is that she appeared out of nowhere two years ago, with absolutely nothing in her past."

"And that means?" You ask, utterly clueless as to where this conversation is going.

"That she isn't really Helen, wife of Ted, the world's worst boss. That she is someone else, who felt the need to change her identity recently."

"Why would she do that?" You ask, tweaking one of Carrie's nipples.

"I don't know, she must have been running for something because it isn't exactly easy to throw your identity away and start anew."

"So," You slowly speak, "Do we know who she used to be?"

"Not yet. Our PI said that he'll have something more concrete for me tomorrow."

"Sounds good. I've made a little headway myself this weekend. When I went to Mary's for brunch earlier today, I ran into one of our accountants from work, Beth."

"Is she hot?" Carrie quickly interjects, once again focusing on the important things to her.

"Yes Carrie, like every woman in my life, Beth is incredibly attractive. But as I was saying, I have a meeting with her tomorrow morning to go into depth about our severance packages, and why Ted would have motive to fire Karen but lie to everyone about it."

"Sounds like we both need to wait a little bit longer before we can determine our plan of attack on Ted and Helen's marriage. And now that we've caught up on the status of your next bedroom slut, you can really fuck me."

"I thought you'd never ask," you reply as you pull out. Carrie's eyes widen in shock at the sudden loss of your cock, but you quickly manhandle her, flipping her over on her stomach. You give her a loud spank before heading to your nightstand drawer, where you withdraw the bottle of lube that Carrie placed there for anal sex. You continue, "It's has been far too long since I've taken your ass."

Carrie purrs in delight in your words evoking memories of your previous experiences of anal, so after quickly lubing up your cock, you slowly sink it into her asshole, taking your time in order not to hurt her too badly. After a couple of minutes of easing your way in, you bottom out, the entirety of your seven and a half inch cock lovingly encased within your girlfriend.

"It's good to be home," you remark, as Carrie slowly adjusts to your girth. She looks over her shoulder and rolls her eyes. In response you give her another light slap on her ass, and begin to fuck her slowly.

"Well, if you miss my ass so much, it sounds like we need to schedule regular ass fuckings for me. How do Anal Wednesdays sound to you?"

"I love that idea babe. In fact, that's the best idea you've had since you set your best friend up to get skewered by my cock." At this point, you enter a groove, and while Carrie's ass is tight enough that you can't jack hammer her into the bed, you are still able to fuck her at a reasonable appealing pace.

"In fact," you continue on, "the two of us can even make a fun game out of it. Since I know how much you need me to plunder your slutty little asshole, we can treat it as some sort of incentive for you to perform well in other areas of our life. Meaning, every week that you bring home a new girl for us to fuck, I'll fuck your ass as a reward. That sound fair to you?"

You don't even need to ask Carrie that, as her ramping moans and clenching ass answer the question for you. Realizing that you've struck a particularly arousing topic for Carrie, you keep going.

"Though to be honest, fucking your ass would just be the cherry on top for you. The only thing you truly desire to see me with beautiful women. As Natalie and I proved last night, you don't even need to be in the room with us, a grainy cell phone video is enough for you to get off."

In response, Carrie whimpers under her breath, her entire body shaking with sexual arousal. You grab a handful of her hair and pull back, arching her back. Not wanting to stop, you resume your speech, hissing more sinful words into her ear.

"Admit it my love, you are a cuckqueen. As long as I'm getting my dick wet, you'll be sexually satisfied beyond measure. And there is no women you would deny me. If I told you I wanted to fuck a supermodel, you would put all your energy into it until I had a Victoria's Secret angel bouncing on my cock. Hell, if I said that I wanted to fuck the First Lady of the United States, you'd use your family connections to connive your way into a meeting with her, and do your utmost to seduce her. Isn't that right?"

"YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, " Carrie screams out as she orgasms, probably disturbing the tranquil Sunday evening of your neighbors in the process. Her orgasm triggers yours, and before you know it, you're spurting your lead deep in Carrie's ass. Your girlfriend collapses on the bed, your dick slowly exiting her prone form. Seeing that Carrie needs to take a breather after that energetic fuck, you collapse next to her and catch your own breath. You do hope that your chicken cacciatore doesn't burn.