Becoming a Wife

Lucy's drowsy eyes opened, taking in the new, unfamiliar bedroom. First she became aware of a heavy arm around her as she lay on her side, then that her nightdress had been rucked up around her waist and that a very stiff cock was prodding between her ass cheeks. "I want you Lucy," Brian whispered into her ear.

"Take me then" she obediently replied.

There was no foreplay this time. Brian just firmly and deliberately forced his wanting meat up her ass, instinctively she tried to adjust her position, to make things more comfortable, but Brian had her in a vice like grip and she could only hold on to his muscular, strong, hirsute arms as he drove into her, took her, and satisfied himself with her. He finished off by turning her onto her stomach and slapping her ass cheeks as he forced another load up her tight, sore -- but grateful ass.

Brian got out of bed, showered, and dressed."Don't bother with breakfast for me, I've gotta go, but tidy the bathroom up and have dinner ready for 8pm again." With that he was gone.

Lucy sat up, her head in a spin, spunk seeping out between her thighs. The bed smelt of her perfume, his after shave, and the sweat of sex. She hadn't promised she would stay, he had just assumed it. The dresser was there with fresh underwear, the wardrobe with clothes and shoes for a new day. He had assumed that she would clean and tidy, and cook, and satisfy his sexual needs when he wanted- but she had said that she had wanted to be a wife, hadn't she?