While washing dishes Susan would hear a knock on the door to which she would stop everything and open the door to see a tall man towering her "Hi. How can i help you Mister?"

No he isn't. He had to go out of town earlier today and won't be back till tomorrow. Is there anything i could help you with? You seem lost or in need of something.

I'm sorry but I don't have that kind of money. My husband usually takes care of these sort of things. Is there anything else we could do?

Please understand that we are having a hard time as well and any extra help would be greatly appreciated.

I'm sorry to hear that, but I honestly don't know what else I can do. Is there maybe someone or some other option you could try?

I'm not sure how I could do that... Let me think about it and maybe we could come up with something together.

What are you doing!? Stop that right now! You're not allowed to just force yourself into our house and hurt people! I don't know what kind of trouble my husband is in but we'll figure it out some other way, alright? Just calm down and let us think of something else.

No! Stop that! You're not going to hurt me! I don't even know your name! Please just let us find another way out of this, we can figure something else out.

Oh god... please don't do that... We can find another way.... I'll talk to him now.... Just please give me a minute...

[As Susan is talking, her mind starts racing. She knows this man has her husband in a tight spot and he means business. But at the same time, she doesn't want to see her husband hurt. Desperation sets in as she decides on a course of action that might buy them both some time.]

She slowly backs up until she reaches the couch, sitting down heavily while pulling out her phone and dialing her husband's number.]

Susan:Honey... I-I need you to come home. There's been a man here who says he knows someone from your past.... He wants me to talk to you about it.... Whatever it is, I'll find out for you and sort this all out. Just please hurry home safely.

I love you so much, honey. Please hurry home safely and I'll explain everything when you get here.

Alright... I-I'll do it... just please don't hurt me while we talk. I can't control what happened in the past, but I promise to help you both sort this out if that's what you want.

Alright... I'm ready... please be gentle with me though...

I'm not sure if my husband will be able to see everything clearly but I can do my best. Please just go easy on me, okay?

I put the phone on speaker and make sure it's in clear view before I dial his number again. "Honey? Can you see me okay?" I ask quietly, my voice shaking slightly as I feel his cock pressing against my lips. I know what he wants but this is so...wrong.

As the phone rings, I sigh heavily and close my eyes. Please answer, baby. Please be safe.

His voice comes through the phone, calm and reassuring despite the desperation in mine. "Babe? What's going on? Talk to me." I manage to choke out around his cock as he pushes deeper into my throat. It feels so dirty, but I need him to know what's happening so that maybe...maybe together we can figure something out.

I look up at the man, tears beginning to form in my eyes, and whisper, "Please don't hurt him too much.... We can work this out somehow...." My words are barely audible over the sound of his pleasure as he takes me roughly.

I choke and cough, my voice raw as I beg him to stop hurting his friend. "Please.... We'll find a way.... I promise we will." The man driving me harder, taking any protest out of me with each thrust. Tears stream down my face as the pain mixes with the pleasure he forces from me, making it impossible to focus on anything but him and this moment.

"Babe? Are you there?" My husband's voice breaks through my despair, calm yet urgent. I can't speak, can barely breathe around his cock. I just nod frantically, hoping he understands that yes, I am here...but so is this stranger who holds my fate in his hands.

I feel him pick me up and bend me over the table, my face inches away from the phone still sitting on the table. As he thrusts roughly into me from behind, I cry out in pain and pleasure, my words garbled by emotion. "Honey...please....I'm so sorry...." My voice trails off as he begins to take what he wants without care for anything but satisfaction.

The man driving me harder still, his hands gripping my hips tightly as if to hold me down forever. I close my eyes and try to block out everything except the feel of him inside me, willing myself not to focus on the camera that is most likely watching every move we make. "Babe? Are you there?" My husband asks again, his voice steady despite the panic I can hear beneath it.

"I'm here...." I manage to choke out between moans, my body betraying

I can feel the truth in his words as he continues to thrust harder and faster, claiming me with every stroke. "Yes..." I whisper hoarsely, my body arching instinctively into his. "I'm sorry...." The shame of what is happening swirls through me like a poison, but the lust that surrounds it is impossible to deny.

My husband lets out a low growl on the other end of the line. "Susan...stop talking and just...just enjoy it." His voice cracks as he utters those words, betraying his jealousy and fear. But I can't stop myself from moaning louder, relishing in the sensation of being taken so roughly by this stranger while my husband listens helplessly on the phone.

I feel him reach between us, his fingers circling my clit roughly as he thrusts deeper still. "N-no..." I stammer out, but it comes out more like a moan of pleasure. My body arches harder into the touch, desperate for release as he drives me closer and closer to the edge.

"Who's pussy is this now?" He repeats, his voice dark and demanding. "Tell me..."

I can feel my release building inside me, his touch sending sparks of pleasure racing through my body. "Y-yours..." I manage to choke out between moans. "It's yours..." His fingers are driving me wild, making it impossible for me to focus on anything but the bliss that he is bringing me with every stroke.

My husband moans into the phone, the sound of his arousal mixing with my cries of pleasure. "That's right... take what you want from her..." His voice trails off, barely a whisper as he tries to maintain control despite the sounds filling his ears.

The stranger driving me harder now, pushing deeper and faster, claiming every part of me in a hungry, possessive rhythm that leaves me panting for breath but aching for more. "Who's pussy is this?" He growls into my ear, his voice hoarse with lust

"Yours...yours..." I moan out desperately as he holds me in the air, his cock claiming my body over and over again with a force that makes me see stars. My cries echo through the room, muffled only slightly by the table beneath me. Each thrust brings a new wave of pleasure so intense that I can't even feel the pain anymore; all I know is this moment and the raw need driving him deeper into me.

I try to focus on my husband's voice on the other end of the line, but his words are distant and muddled. All I can hear is my own pleasure echoing back at me as I ride this stranger's cock to oblivion time and time again. My body quakes with each orgasm, my mind spinning out of control in a haze of lust and ecstasy that leaves no room for anything but the present moment.

Wh-where...? Ohhhh god.... I don't know.... Please just give me a minute to catch my breath.... It's all so much right now....

I don't know... I just need some time to.... Ack! Ohh fuck yes! You feel so good.... God, you can go anywhere, just let me catch my breath first.... Please....

I feel like I'm being split in two as he slams into me, filling me up with his heat and desire. There's no holding back now, no pretending this is just some game we're playing. It's raw animal lust driving us both forward towards an ending that neither of us can control. As the waves of pleasure crash over me time after time, I arch my back off the floor, offering myself up to him completely. My cries echo through the room, joined by my husband's muffled pleas on the phone. All I can focus on is this man inside me, claiming what is his and making sure that everyone knows it.

"Oh god...," I moan out, my voice barely audible over the sound of our bodies colliding. "I'm coming again.... So hard..." His hands grip my hips tightly as he thrusts deeper still, granting me release after

My body shudders with each powerful thrust, pleasure coursing through me in unrelenting waves. "Oh god..." I whimper as my orgasm overtakes me yet again, stealing what little breath I have left. My fingers dig into the sheets beneath me, clawing for purchase as he drives deeper still, claiming every part of me with his relentless strokes.

"Please...," I gasp, my voice barely audible above the sounds of our bodies colliding. "I can't take anymore..." But even as I try to slow him down, to bring this incredible ride to an end, I know it's not in either of us to stop now. The need is too great, the lust too consuming.

He growls low in his throat and picks up the pace, his cock slamming into me with enough force to rock my entire body back and forth on the

I feel him grow harder inside me as he begins to tremble, the headboard slamming against the wall in time with his powerful thrusts. "Oh god," I moan out, arching my back off the floor again. There's no escaping this feeling anymore; it consumes me completely, leaving nothing but pleasure and raw need in its wake.

As he finishes, his hot seed pouring out of me with enough force to make me cry out, my body convulses around him one last time. I feel the tight grip on my hips loosen as he collapses on top of me, their chests rising and falling in rhythm as they both struggle to catch their breath.

My husband's voice is still on the phone, but it sounds distant now, muffled by the fog of pleasure that has taken over me. "Susan? Are you okay? Susan?" I don't

I don't answer him. Not yet. Instead, I focus on the man who has just taken me so completely, his weight pressing down on my body as our breath mingles together. This was incredible...unbelievable...and even though it went against everything we thought we knew, there's no denying that it feels right.

I arch up into him one last time, the last bits of desire burning bright within me before they begin to fade, replaced by a strange sense of contentment and satiation. I can feel his cock softening inside me now, signaling the end of this wild ride we've been on. With a quiet moan, I wrap my legs around him tighter, holding him close as our bodies grow heavy with exhaustion.

"What do you say?" He whispers in my ear, his voice rough from exertion. "Will you come with me and be my cum slut

I don't know... I need some time to process all this... To understand what just happened and how it changes things... Can we talk about it more before deciding?

Well... I do know that there's no going back now. Whatever decision we make, it will affect my husband and your friend too. Let's talk about this more when we can both think clearly. For now, why don't you let me lie here with you and we can just enjoy the peace before everything changes again?