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Friday night arrived with the heavy air of inevitability. Rachel spent the afternoon preparing the house, setting out fresh towels in the bathroom, making the bed with crisp sheets, and filling the fridge with David’s favorite beer. Mark noticed all of it, sitting in silence at the table, but his words had dried up days ago.
When David walked in, Rachel lit up like the sun. She kissed him deeply in the doorway, her body pressed against his, moaning softly before pulling him toward the bedroom. Mark followed again, numb, his chest hollow.
They undressed each other slowly at first, kissing and laughing, Rachel glowing under David’s touch. Within minutes she was on all fours, David driving into her hard, Rachel crying out in bliss. Their chemistry filled the room like a storm.
At one point David leaned over her ear, his voice low and commanding. “I want your ass tonight.”
Rachel froze for half a second, then moaned, nodding eagerly. “Yes… yes, whatever you want.”
Mark’s stomach dropped. His wife had always refused him, telling him she hated anal, that it was disgusting, that she would never do it.
But with David, she didn’t hesitate.
David spread her cheeks, spitting and working his fingers inside. Rachel whimpered, the stretch intense, her body trembling.
“You’re so tight back here,” David groaned. “God, I can barely get one finger in.”
Rachel moaned louder, pushing back against him. “Please… I can take it… I want to.”
Mark gripped the doorframe, his knees weak.
David worked her open slowly, two fingers, then three, Rachel crying out with every push but begging for more. When he finally lined himself up, she buried her face in the sheets, bracing.
The thick head pressed against her, then forced its way in. Rachel screamed, her body shaking, but she didn’t pull away.
“Oh God,” she sobbed, “you’re so big… it’s splitting me open.”
David growled, his hands gripping her hips as he pushed deeper. “You take me so good. This ass is mine now.”
Rachel’s screams turned into moans, her body trembling as she adjusted. “Yes… yes, it’s yours. I love it… keep going.”
David thrust harder, slapping her ass, pulling her hair, fucking her brutally. Rachel’s cries filled the room, her voice breaking as she came hard around him.
“Good girl,” David growled, pounding into her. “You’re my slut everywhere. Every hole.”
Rachel screamed through another orgasm, her body convulsing. “Yes! I’m yours!”
Finally David groaned, driving deep as he exploded inside her ass. Rachel collapsed forward, shaking, moaning in pure ecstasy as he filled her.
David stayed the entire weekend. He made himself at home, lounging in Mark’s chair, drinking Mark’s beer, fucking Rachel whenever he pleased.
Rachel obeyed him with glowing devotion. She asked him how to dress each morning, standing in front of him in different outfits until he approved. She asked permission before pouring herself wine, before leaving the bedroom, before calling her sister.
David stroked her hair, kissed her forehead, and told her when she pleased him. Each word of praise made her beam like a girl in love.
On Sunday night, after another rough session that left Rachel trembling in his arms, she lay curled against his chest. Her voice was soft, dreamy, but certain.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Mark, standing in the doorway, felt the words like a blade in his chest.
David smiled and kissed her hair. “I know. You’re mine.”
Rachel closed her eyes, glowing with happiness, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on David’s skin.
And Mark stood frozen, broken, realizing he had just witnessed his wife give her heart away.
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