Of course!

The pair ran to the bedroom, Matt awkwardly removing his clothes along the way. Penny bounced onto the bed with a giggle and spread her legs. Matt wasted no time in grabbing her ankles and thrusting himself against her.

She was only slightly wet and he winced at the pain of entering her without proper lubrication. Penny gasped with delight as tears formed in her eyes.

"That feels really different!" she exclaimed guilelessly. "What did you do?"

"Nothing," he said as he pushed himself deeper. "Nothing's different."

She didn't reply at first, overwhelmed by the feeling of her lover's shaft tickling the back of her cleft. "But... but, there was a feeling... it's so weird!"

He pulled out and rammed back into her, sending a jolt of pleasure up his spine and eliciting a small, woozy groan from her. "It could be because you weren't very wet yet," he suggested. She looked at him strangely as sweat broke out across her brow.

"Holy shit, you're right! I just - ohhhh, I just couldn't tell it was pain! Oh my God, do it again!"

Now Matt was confused, although not confused enough to stop. "Do what again?"

"I don't know, I don't know!" Penny shouted gleefully as he punctuated his speech with a sharp thrust from a slightly lower angle. "Oh my God, it feels so good, don't stop, don't you fucking stop! Matt, do it again, do something painful! Hurt me!"

He paused and looked at her with concern. "I'm not gonna hurt you, Penny. This is-"

He was shocked to see her punch her left breast very, very hard. She raised her hand to do it again but he caught it and spoke to her sternly. "Penny, stop it. Don't hit yourself or do anything to hurt yourself."

She nodded silently, her eyes wide with shock. He pistoned into her once again and she yowled like an alley cat, reaching up to grab his shoulders and pull him down into a kiss. After a second she broke it off and gave him a sultry, mischievous stare. "Do it again. Order me around."

Matt was pumping with all of his might now, hammering himself into her maidenhead with all the strength he could muster. He tried to think of an order. "Shut the fuck up," he finally said. She threw her head back silently, turned on by both receiving and obeying an order. She huffed wildly, doing her best not to scream while he railed her as hard as he ever had.

Matt was starting to reach a climax already. He normally didn't come this fast, but Penny's new state of mind was really turning him on. He reached down to cup her left breast in his hand and she let out a low, animalistic moan. As he pressed his palm against it, she writhed under him. She was in wanton, mindless ecstasy.

Before he could come, he realized that his wife was silently orgasming against him. He could feel the muscles of her arms go taut around his neck and he was spurting into her, filling her with his seed while she grunted and strained under him. The two were locked in a moment of mutual sexual ecstasy before he slumped forward onto her. He felt a tension in her belly and realized she had not finished orgasming, so he whispered into her ear.

"No need to be quiet anymore."

With that, she was moaning and thrashing again. The sheets underneath her were damp with a combination of sweat and sexual fluids and she sounded almost inhuman. When she finally stopped, she was covered in sweat and panting. Matt noticed that her eyes seemed a little less bright and her mouth hung slightly open as she recovered. After a long pause, she spoke.

"That was good," she said dully. "Real good."