Used by my husband #5
Sheila was losing her mind. She watched herself in the mirror, her body shaking violently with every single impact of his hips, her wet hair tumbling around her face.
She felt completely consumed by his dominance.
She was a suburban housewife, but right now, she was nothing more than a receptacle for his thick, hot cum.
Luke’s pace accelerated into a frantic, animalistic speed. He reached around her trembling body, his thumb finding her swollen clit and grinding against it with a harsh, relentless friction while his cock continued to rip into her pussy.
The intense, dual stimulation pushed Sheila completely over the edge.
Her vision blurred, her fingers clawing helplessly at the smooth marble of the vanity as a violent, foot curling orgasm tore through her body.
Her pussy contracted wildly, her internal walls pulsing around his shaft in a series of intense, milking spasms.
"Yeah, clench it, suck my cock with that pussy," Luke roared, her tight climax driving him past his own point of no return.
He delivered three more deep, punishing lunges, burying himself as deep as possible, before letting out a low, guttural roar.
Sheila felt the sudden, scalding torrents of his thick, hot cum erupting deep inside her, jetting against her back walls over and over, filling her pussy until it was overflowing and running down her legs.
He stayed heavy behind her for a long minute, his chest heaving against her back, his expensive silk tie dangling over her shoulder.
Slowly, he pulled his cock out of her with a wet, heavy slap. Sheila collapsed completely onto the marble counter, her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps as a thick river of white cum and juices began to ooze out of her and drip onto the pristine tile floor.
Luke adjusted his trousers, zipping his fly and buckling his leather belt, instantly transforming back into the flawless, executive professional. He looked down at the mess on her legs and the floor, completely unbothered.
"Clean up the tile, Sheila," he said, his voice entirely calm and authoritative as he checked his watch. "I have to leave for the office in ten minutes. Make sure my coffee is in a travel mug."
He turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaving the door wide open. Sheila lay across the counter for a moment, a deep, submissive smile of absolute bliss on her face, before rolling off to grab a towel and clean up her owner's mess.
The digital clock glowed a cool, dim 3:22 AM.
Outside, the suburban neighborhood was completely dead, wrapped in a thick, midnight silence.
Inside the master bedroom, the only sound was the deep, rhythmic breathing of Sheila, who was completely dead to the world.
She was lying on her side in the center of the mattress, her body deeply exhausted from a full week of constant domestic use.
True to her total surrender, she had gone to sleep completely naked, her legs loosely splayed and her hips slightly tilted toward the edge of the bed. She had left her body entirely vulnerable, a living invitation waiting in the dark for her husband’s late-night whims.
The master bedroom door clicked open, and a heavy, towering silhouette entered the space.
Luke had just returned from an intense, exhausting late-night strategy session at the office.
His brain was buzzing with numbers, market risks, and corporate stress, leaving his body wound up like a tight spring.
He needed a release, and he wanted it to be silent, heavy, and completely entirely on his own terms.
He stripped off his suit, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor, and stepped toward the bed completely naked.
His massive, dark cock was already rock hard, a thick, veiny column throbbing with an aggressive morning-bound energy.
He looked down at his wife's sleeping form, a cold, dominant satisfaction swelling in his chest.
He didn't want to wake her up. The contract specifically outlined the rules of Somnophilia, and tonight, he wanted to indulge in the absolute fantasy of having a completely unconscious, helpless object entirely at his disposal.
Luke reached onto the nightstand, his fingers finding a fresh bottle of thick, silicone-based lubricant. He flipped the cap with a quiet click and poured a generous amount of the slick liquid onto his palm. He stepped to the foot of the bed, his eyes locked on her exposed, pale backside.
Slowly, deliberately, he reached out and parted her thighs.
He slathered the slick, heavy lubricant all over her puckered, tight asshole, his long fingers working the opening with a firm, invasive pressure.
Sheila didn't wake up; she merely let out a soft, low moan in her sleep, her body completely relaxed and trusting under his touch.
Her internal anal muscles were soft, slightly opening as his lubricated fingers stretched the tight ring of flesh.
"Perfect," Luke murmured in a low, gravelly whisper that didn't disturb the heavy silence of the room.
He positioned himself between her open legs, his knees sinking into the soft mattress.
He leaned over her sleeping body, his chest hovering just inches above her back.
He grabbed her hips with a crushing, possessive grip, his knuckles turning white as he lined the heavy, pulsing head of his cock up with her freshly greased asshole.
Without a single word or warning, Luke leaned his entire body weight forward, burying his thick shaft into her tight rectal canal in one singular, deep, devastating lunge.
Sheila’s eyes remained closed, but her body reacted instantly to the sudden, overwhelming invasion.
A sharp, muffled gasp caught in the back of her throat, her chest heaving as her tight ass was stretched to its absolute limit by his massive girth.
Her subconscious mind tried to process the intense, burning fullness, her internal rectal walls automatically contracting, clamping down around his thick member like a vice.
"Mmm..." she whimpered softly in her sleep, her head rolling to the side against the pillow, her body completely pinned beneath his heavy form.
"Stay under, Sheila," Luke hissed into the dark, his breath hot against the back of her neck. He didn't want her conscious. He wanted to fuck her like a totally helpless, inanimate doll. "Just take your husband's cock. You belong to me."
He began to move, establishing a slow, deep, and heavy rhythm.
Each time he pulled back, he withdrew until only the wet head of his shaft remained inside her, before driving his pelvis forward to hit her deep.
The slick, wet sound of his lubricated cock sliding in and out of her tight asshole filled the dark room, a dirty, rhythmic squish, squish, squish that echoed in the quiet.
Because she was fast asleep, her muscles were incredibly warm and soft, offering a deep, friction-filled resistance that made his cock throb with a wild, primal hunger.
Luke was completely detached from her pleasure, entirely focused on his own release, using her sleeping body to dump every ounce of his corporate frustration.
His pace intensified, moving from slow, deep strokes to a frantic, punishing hammer.
The bed began to creak rhythmically against the wall, the heavy vibrations shaking her body.
Sheila remained trapped in the deep fog of sleep, her body helplessly riding the waves of his movements, her face buried in the sheets as her tight ass was relentlessly used in the dark.
Luke reached around her trembling waist, his hand sliding down between her thighs. He found her soaking wet, swollen pussy and began to harshly grind his thumb against her clit, using the friction to push her subconscious body toward an involuntary peak.
The combination of the deep, anal pounding and the rough clitoral stimulation was too much for her sleeping system to handle.
Underneath her closed eyelids, her eyes darted rapidly as a sudden, violent orgasm ripped through her unconscious body.
Her entire frame went completely rigid, her toes curling as her tight rectal walls went into a series of frantic, tight spasms, milking his cock with incredible force.
Her intense, involuntary climax drove Luke completely past his own point of no return. He delivered three more brutal, heavy lunges, burying his cock as deep as his anatomy would allow, before letting out a low, guttural roar into the dark room.
He thrust one last time, pinning her body into the mattress, and let out his release. Sheila felt the sudden, scalding heat of his thick, hot cum erupting deep inside her bowels, jetting against her rectal walls in heavy, pulsing waves that filled her until she was completely overflowing.
He stayed heavy on top of her for several long, quiet minutes, his chest heaving against her back, his sweat dripping onto her bare skin as his hard-earned release washed away the stress of his day.
Slowly, he pulled his softening cock out of her with a wet, heavy pop.
Sheila let out a soft, contented sigh in her sleep, her body instantly sinking back into the heavy foam mattress as she drifted right back into a deep, uninterrupted slumber.
A thick river of fresh cum and lube began to slowly ooze out of her stretched asshole, pooling on her inner thighs in the dark.
Luke stood up, completely unbothered, and walked over to the bathroom to wash up.
He looked back at her sleeping form in the dim moonlight, completely satisfied with his total, undisputed ownership.
He had used her completely, taken her in the most vulnerable way possible, and she hadn't even opened her eyes.
He climbed back into bed, pulling the duvet over his chest, and closed his eyes. The contract was working flawlessly. He had an hour and a half before his morning alarm, and he knew she’d still be right there, perfectly ready for whatever he wanted next.
The gentle afternoon light of a quiet Saturday filtered through the blinds, casting long, golden stripes across the master bedroom.
The frantic rush of the weekday finance calls, the early morning corporate meetings, and the midnight arrivals had cleared away, leaving a rare, peaceful quiet in the suburban house.
Sheila sat propped up against the pillows, the heavy duvet pulled up to her waist.