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"I keep telling myself this is the last time I let him in me like this, but here I am again." The words slip out while I'm flat on my back, legs spread wide over the edge of the purple sheets. My arms are stretched above my head, fingers digging into the pillow, and my chest heaves every time he shoves in deeper. That pink-and-orange striped pillow is half-crushed under my shoulder from how hard he's going at it. The wooden bed frame creaks under us, steady and loud. I never thought I'd end up here, ass up for a guy who barely says two words to me most days. Used to be I kept everything neat, played the good husband role, came home on time. Then one night after too many drinks he had me on my knees in the bathroom, and after that the dam broke. Now I'm the one texting him when my wife's out running errands, pulling these sheets down, getting naked fast before I lose my nerve. The little dick between my legs is soft, useless, just lying there twitching now and then while he stretches my hole open around something way bigger than it was ever meant to take. His hands grip my hips, fingers pressing marks into the skin, pulling me back onto him with each thrust. I can feel every inch sliding in and out, that wet sound filling the room along with my breathing. My nipples are tight from the air conditioning, little pink points on my chest that he doesn't even touch anymore. He knows what I'm for. The first time hurt like hell. Now it just burns good, makes my toes curl against the mattress. I hear myself making these little noises, half-whimpers, half-grunts, and I can't stop them. My wife's lotion is still on the nightstand from this morning. The whole room smells like that fake flower stuff mixed with sweat and whatever he's got on his skin. I don't even know his name. Just know he shows up when I call and leaves when he's done. He changes the angle and suddenly everything lights up inside. My legs shake. The striped pillow slips further under me and I have to grab for it, but my fingers are numb. He laughs low in his throat, keeps pounding away like he's got all afternoon. I come without touching myself, just a weak little spurt that lands on my stomach and drips down my side. He doesn't slow down. Keeps fucking through it until he's ready, then pulls out and finishes across my chest in thick stripes. The warmth hits my skin and I just lie there, breathing hard, arms still above my head because I don't have the energy to move them. He wipes off on the sheet and stands up.