A heavy thud comes from the entryway, followed by my husband's favorite swear word, "Motherfucker!"

I suppress a smile, knowing exactly what comes next. No good wife would hope that her spouse has a bad day at work, but the way he makes love when he's in desperate need of release... let's just say being a bad wife serves me just fine.

"Rough day, hon?" I call from the kitchen sink, elbow-deep in dirty dishes and bright yellow rubber gloves. It's a formality.

He doesn't greet me, he never does when he's like this. Thudding footsteps get closer, and my body already begins reacting to the well-established dance. I feign nonchalance, continuing with my cleaning, knowing that in just a few seconds, he'll be spreading my legs and fucking me hard against the rim of the sink. My knees almost buckle as I feel his warmth behind me.

"Turn around," he growls.

Turn around? Startled by the switch in routine, I don't move as quickly as he wants me to. Meaty palms grab the outsides of my shoulders and spin me, sudsy water flinging from my gloves in a spiral.

"Barry!" I exclaim. He knows I like it rough, but he hasn't put his hands on me like this since before the wedding.

"On your knees," he pushes me down to the floor hard, offering no apologies. I glare at him, now waist high, pinned between his muscled body and the counter. "Open your jaw. No hands," is his next demand.

I open my mouth, just barely. Barry offers a devious smile as his pants fall around his ankles, his veined cock already heavy against his thigh. He takes himself in one hand, and my chin in the other.

"Good wife," he sighs, rolling the tip around my lips. "You're gonna get my cock soaking wet, then I'm going to show you what I brought you today," he presses into me, his dick sliding easily over my lips.

I'm excited, but just the smallest bit concerned as I look up at my husband. Insufferably handsome, he looks at me with dangerous eyes, and my curiosity has never been higher. What could he possibly have brought for me? I open my mouth wider, pulling him into the back of my throat. I see a flash of excitement on his face as I rarely let him go this deep, but he stifles it quickly. I close my lips around him, forcing a groan to rumble from his chest. He asked for wet, so that's what I'll give him. The sides of my tongue curl up, cradling his shaft entirely, and I begin to bob my head. The effort presses his tip into my soft palate repeatedly, coaxing out more and more spit from underneath my tongue.

"Oh fuck," Barry buckles, pulling his cock out of my mouth, surely seconds from cumming. He holds himself at the base, smacking my cheek with his spit-soaked erection.

With a grin, he abandons me on my knees, damp gloves soaking into my cotton sweatpants. I watch him leave the room, returning a minute later with a small box. Sex toys aren't something we've ever tried... ever. "Really, Barry? Is my body not enough for you anymore?" I ask, half-joking.

"Bend over the table, ass out," he replies. The box lid opens, and he pulls out a thin dildo with a ring attached at the base. My mind can't quite work out how he's expecting to use it, and my confusion is wholly apparent to my husband. "Now," he scolds, slapping the flesh-colored toy against his palm. The crack brings me to my feet, and a punch bowl of emotions sloshes around inside me as I stand to face him: curiosity, confusion, excitement, anxiety. He glances at the kitchen table, expecting my naked ass spread across it immediately.

In a couple strides, my hips are against the edge of the table, and my sweatpants are in a pile at my socked feet. I peek over my shoulder, and see that Barry is staring straight at my ass. I bend slowly, opening for him. My pussy has been wet since he crashed through the front door, becoming even moreso as this has encroached on threatening.

"Barry, I know you've had a bad day, babe, but you're freaking me out a litt- UH!" I feel the urgent penetration of something other than my husband. The silicone forces me open, piercing into my deepest parts, and making my eyes cross. Nowhere near as thick as he is, the toy has room to move, and he takes full advantage. My breath quickens as Barry begins to work me, slowly fucking my dripping pussy and watching it clench in frustrated excitement. "That's it, girl," he sighs.

His voice is a aphrodisiac in itself, the tone makes my body clench, and sends a droplet of moisture down my inner thigh. "Please, sir... what are you going to do with me?" I use my most innocent voice, knowing how much that gets under his skin.

I completely underestimated exactly what that tone would do to him. I feel the toy yanked from my core, and look back in time to see Barry pulling a long strand of black fabric from his work bag. "On your back," he commands, slapping it down on the tabletop. Fear prickles up my spine, and I flip over like a pancake. The squeaking of my gloves reminds me that they're still on, and I go to remove them, but Barry stands over me and snags my wrist.

The tied end of the fabric strand loops around my captured hand, and, with his massive wingspan, he reaches under me, pulling the fabric along the underside of the table, looping it around my other wrist, and knotting it. When I pull at the bindings, my arms bend painfully at the shoulders, but something about the restriction heightens my senses. My eyes leave the knots around my wrist and find Barry's gaze. He's standing between my legs, stroking his cock. He looks at me with half-closed lids, and a smile that only shows his teeth on one side.

As my eyes fall down his perfect body I see that he's stroking not one, but two dicks. His thumb and pointer finger surround his own erection, while his other fingers surround the sex toy he had showed me earlier. The cock ring that made up the base is around his shaft, both making him harder than I'd ever seen while also adding an entirely new element to our sex play. I stare at him shamelessly, my pussy twitching in anticipation of being taken in this new and exciting way.

Barry's hands leave his bulging erection, his palms pressing on the tops of my dangling feet. He slides his hands up my shins, across my kneecaps, brushing into my inner thigh, then surrounding my hips, pulling them to the very edge of the table. Friction heats my back, and the restraints pull at my wrists, but I've never been more turned on.

"I'm going to need you to relax for me, wife," he sighs, his tone softening now that he has me where he wants me. "And you tell me if it's too much, okay?"

"Yes, Barry," I nod.

The look of satisfaction on his face is foreplay by itself. The silicone dildo attached to the base of his shaft is an inch or so longer than he is, making it the first tip to touch my skin. My husband positions the toy between my pussy lips, letting me feel the size of it. The tip is pointed, but slides in easily, and the girth isn't enough to stretch here, which should be perfect for anal. He continues pushing the silicone inside me until the base of his cock is nestled against my clit.

"How do you think you'll like this in your ass?" he groans, pinching the sides of my face and turning my head to look at him. My cheeks blush. I haven't seen this version of my husband in far too long. Barry and I had always had great chemistry, but the way he's speaking to me now brings me back to those long nights on our honeymoon when he would look me in the eyes and say the most romantic, filthiest things I had ever heard. I'm eager to play along.

"Please, babe, I want to feel it," I moan, bringing my knees up and spreading wide. The silicone moves inside me, bumping into my cervix and sending a jolt into my core.

Barry exhales loudly, pleased with my reaction. "Bring your knees up for me, and show me those tight little holes of yours."

He slides the dildo out of my pussy and dives in with his mouth, licking over every dip and fold, reminding me exactly how long his tongue is. I feel myself beginning to slip, hips bucking into his face. "Oh, honey, please..." I moan.

He chuckles and stands back up, abjectly denying me an orgasm. "You can cum when I say so," he says, bringing the tip of the dildo to my asshole. "Now, be a good girl and take this nice and slow."

I lock eyes with him, a suddenly odd and vulnerable experience considering our years together, but he's never fucked me quite like this. I can't help my mouth from popping open as he penetrates my tight asshole. The look on his face tells me that he loves seeing me this way - loves watching me writhe in pleasure in nothing but an oversized t-shirt, socks, and soap-covered dish gloves.

The toy presses deeper, lubricated by my relentless arousal and his continued pressure. "Oh fuck," he groans, the tip of his cock brushing against my labia. "I need to be inside you. Breathe for me, girl, this is gonna stretch you out nice and wide." I expand my chest as far as I can, and Barry slides his dick between my twitching pussy lips, forcing the tapered dildo further up my ass.

"Oh shit, Barry! Shit, shi-"

"That's it babe, take it," his force is relentless, and he won't stop until I've received every inch of him. He pulls back slightly before every forward motion, each resisted stroke squeaking the table legs against the wainscotting. Every second that passes is the fullest I've ever felt, every stretch to my center making me gasp and moan, the tone deepening with his intrusion.

"I've never... I never..." my words don't come, but I do.

He can't deny me. The stretch is too good, too mouthwatering, and he can see the need in my eyes. My pussy clenches with my climax, gushing around him and making him wince. "Ooooh, nobody said that was allowed," he grits his teeth, "Bad wives get punished."

He pulls me down the table another couple of inches, until my ass is halfway hanging off the edge, forcing the rest of his length inside me, and the rest of the toy deep into my ass.

"Oh FUCK, Barry!" I scream, certain that the neighbors could've heard.

He starts to move into me with slow, long strokes, two cocks moving as one, forcing my holes open and pressing against everything simultaneously. It's too much, but I never want it to stop. My eyes close on their own, and my mind begins to disassociate. It doesn't even feel like my husband is fucking me anymore, I don't even feel like a person anymore. All I feel is a burning ache in my core where Barry hammers into me, drawing out a white-hot feeling that comes in guttural groans.

"Fuck... yes... take it all," chokes Barry's voice. He's about to fill me with cum, but lord knows where he'll find room for anything else inside me.

"Give it to me Bear," I cry out his pet name, which sends him over the edge. Heat floods my core as Barry jams his thumbs into the crests of my hips. He pulls out slightly, filling the open spaces with his cum. The dichotomy of him pulling out and filling me up at the same time makes my toes curl, my orgasm crunching at every part of my body. The tenseness gives way to a wave of pleasure that sends sparkles across my vision. My eyes are still blurred as Barry pulls out slowly, a splash of wetness leaking from my body and dribbling onto the tile floor.

I stare at my husband breathlessly as he unties my wrists, pulls off my rubber mitts, and brings me up to sit at the edge of the table. I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him close while the tingling begins to fade.