He rose from his spot at the breakfast bar, smirking to himself as he dusted himself for any crumbs. He had cooked up something truly delightful and he was proud of himself. The thought made his cock swell all the way down his member as he moved his mug and plate into the sink. He got in his car to leave for work, his mind already on his plan to stop back home for lunch later. The sun was shining. He put on his favorite song and drove to work feeling overall grateful for his life. Greg'd had quite the morning already.
He had awoken early, grappling around the duvet for the comfort of his wife's soft breasts. With one target firmly in his grasp, he slid his other arm under her body and held her in his clutches. Using both hands simultaneously, he began to stroke and pinch her soft, sleepy nipples until they were rock hard, and she was writhing with little jolts of what seemed to be mixed pain and pleasure. The hard little nubs felt good in his hands. His erection throbbed in to her exposed back side. He maneuvered his body slightly closing any space between them and nestling his cock in the growing wetness between her legs. Still pawing at her breasts he began to slide himself in her slickness, enjoying the glide of her gushy pussy. He was fascinated by being inside her. She was his. His wife. He had made it clear from the start how this was going to go. Her body belonged to him. Her holes were for him and his pleasure alone. He let go of one of her tits and gripped his member firmly in his hand. He slid up and down her slit, pushing in to her clit and pulling his thick mushroom head through her wet folds dragging her moisture all the way back to her asshole. She trembled at the contact. She always did. She hated anal, but it didn't matter and they both knew this. If he was being honest, he enjoyed that it was just for him. It made him feel like a man. He didn't over do it though.. he usually only played with her pussy keeping her little pucker as a special treat for them both. He took delight in keeping her on her toes. This morning though, he would have her. She was too wet and he was too horny. He felt her tight ring with his thick finger and she shuddered once more. She whispered a meager please knowing what was coming.
The contact with her anus and her audacity to protest lit a dangerous fury within him. His hand which had up until now been tenderly petting her breast, suddenly clutched her throat catching her off guard and she gasped for breath. He plunged his finger forcefully inside her sphincter and she whimpered in pain as he bit her neck.
"You are a sleeve for my cock, holes for my pleasure and nothing more" he said in a low growl.
