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I'm at the sink, humming, the water warm on my hands, when the kitchen door splinters inwards. A masked man is on me in a heartbeat, a rough hand clamped over my mouth to swallow my gasp. He doesn't say a word, just drags me from the kitchen, my little apron fluttering, and throws me onto our marital bed like I'm a piece of meat. He's on top of me before I can scramble away, tearing my panties aside and shoves his thick, hard cock deep into my dry cunt. It hurts, but a sick thrill shoots through me. He fucks me brutally, his weight pinning me down, his grunts the only sound in the room besides the slap of skin on skin. He's using me, and my body betrays me, getting wetter with every violent thrust. With a final, guttural roar, he buries himself to the hilt and pumps me full of his hot, thick cum, marking me as his. Then he's gone, leaving me panting and dripping on the ruined sheets. Later, my husband walks in. He takes one look at me, disheveled and leaking another man's load onto our bed, and his face contorts in rage. "You fucking whore," he snarls. He doesn't wait for an answer. He rips open his pants and shoves his own cock into my already-used, cum-filled pussy. He fucks me like he hates me, like he's trying to fuck the intruder's cum right out of me. "You liked it, didn't you?" he grunts, pounding into me. "You liked being his little slut?" I can only moan in response. He lets out a furious roar, and I feel him explode, his own hot seed mixing with the intruder's as he pumps me full, claiming his sloppy seconds and reclaiming his whore.