Update 2
"You're not going anywhere," Nitesh's voice was firm, his eyes boring into Tanya's as he tightened his grip on her wrist.
Tanya's heart raced, a cocktail of fear and excitement pulsing through her veins. She had felt the shift in him, the raw tension coiled in his body like a spring ready to snap. His hand was hot, a stark contrast to the cool metal of the kitchen faucet she'd been using moments ago.
Her eyes searched his, trying to find a semblance of the man she thought she knew, but all she saw was a storm of lust and anger. Nitesh's gaze was unrelenting, his pupils dilated as he pushed her against the kitchen counter. Her breath hitched, and she felt the heat of his body pressing against hers, his arousal unmistakable.
With a firm tug, Nitesh pulled her nighty over her head, exposing her lacy bra. He traced the edge of the fabric with his finger, his eyes never leaving hers. "You want me to think about him fucking you?" he growled, his voice low and guttural. "Is that it?"
Tanya's breath came in short gasps as she felt the weight of his hand on her shoulder, pushing her down. But the way his eyes glinted with a primal hunger was something she hadn't expected, feeling the cool kitchen tiles against her bare skin.
"Tell me, baby," Nitesh's voice was a low rumble in his chest, his breath hot against her neck as he unclasped her bra. "Tell me all the details. I want to hear everything."
Tanya's body was trembling, a delicious blend of terror and arousal. She knew this wasn't just about the plumber anymore; it was about her husband's primal need to claim her, to make her his again. She took a deep breath and whispered, "He was so rough with me, Nitesh. So big..."
Nitesh's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening as he yanked her panties down, exposing her wet, glistening pussy to the cool air. He groaned, his cock throbbing in his pajama pants as he took in the sight of her. "You liked it, didn't you?" he accused, his voice thick with desire.
Tanya nodded, unable to form words as Nitesh's hand slammed down onto the counter beside her, making the dishes rattle. "Say it," he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper. "Say you liked it when he fucked you."
Her eyes squeezed shut, she admitted, "I did. It was... intense."
Nitesh's nostrils flared, his cock straining against his pants. He couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. He knew she was a wildcat in bed, but this was something else entirely. He slammed his hand down on the counter again, the sound echoing through the kitchen. "Then tell me," he hissed, "what it was like. Every. Fucking. Detail."
Tanya's cheeks flushed with colour as she began to recount the illicit encounter. Her voice was shaky, but she didn't dare look away from him. "He... he pushed me down and just... took me. He was so rough, so... forceful."
Nitesh's cock pulsed, and he could feel the precum dampening his underwear. He leaned closer to her, his breathing ragged. "Keep going," he urged, his voice tight with restrained need. "Tell me how much you liked it when he was deep inside you."
Tanya's voice grew quieter, but her eyes remained locked on his. "He... filled me up," she murmured, her cheeks flushing deeper. "I've never felt so... stretched before."
Nitesh's jaw clenched, and he bit back a growl. His hand reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. He kissed her collarbone, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. "Tell me," he breathed, "tell me how it felt when he came inside you."
Tanya's body jerked, a moan escaping her lips. "It was... it was amazing," she confessed, her voice a tremulous whisper. "So much more than I ever felt with you."
Nitesh's hand tightened in her hair, his eyes flashing with desire. He knew he had to push the boundaries of their marriage further if he wanted to satisfy his own twisted needs. "Show me," he ordered, his voice gruff. "Show me how he fucked you."
Her eyes widened, but she obeyed, her hands moving to spread her legs wider. Nitesh stepped closer, his cock now freed from his pants and standing at full attention. He took in the sight of her, her breasts heaving, her pussy slick and swollen with arousal. He couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride that she was so turned on by the thought of another man.
"Beg for it," he said, his voice a dark whisper. "Beg for me to fuck you like the slut you are."
Tanya's eyes snapped open, meeting his fiery gaze. A part of her was horrified at the words coming out of his mouth, but another part of her revelled in it, feeling a surge of arousal that made her pussy throb. She bit her lip and whimpered, the need to please him overriding any shred of dignity she had left.
"Please," she moaned, her voice trembling. "Fuck me like he did."
Nitesh's eyes darkened with lust as he positioned himself between her legs. He didn't bother to take his own pants off; the urgency was too much. He slammed into her, his thick cock filling her up in one swift motion. Tanya's eyes rolled back in her head, a scream of pleasure muffled by his hand over her mouth.
The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, punctuated by the occasional clang of a chair and table as their movements grew more erratic. Nitesh's grip on her hair tightened, pulling her head back further as he pounded into her, the counter digging into her back with every thrust.
With a feral growl, Nitesh withdrew from her and spun her around to face the sofa. He pushed her down onto the plush cushions, her breasts bouncing as she landed. His cock was slick with her juices, and he didn't bother to give her any time to recover before he positioned himself behind her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back towards him, her legs parting instinctively.
In one smooth, powerful motion, he drove himself back inside her, his cock sinking into her pussy from behind. Tanya's body arched, her nails digging into the fabric of the sofa as she felt the full force of his entry. The angle was different, deeper, and it sent a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through her. Nitesh had never felt this aroused before, his mind consumed by the thought of the plumber's cock buried inside her while Tanya too was imagining the plumber fucking her with his big cock and holding her like a doll with his ripped muscles that she had been staring at.
He began to thrust in and out of her with an animalistic rhythm, his hand still fisted in her hair. Tanya could feel every inch of him, the way he stretched and filled her, the way his balls slapped against her clit with each powerful stroke. It was almost painful, but the pain only served to fuel her arousal. She could feel an orgasm building, coiling tight in her belly like a spring wound to the breaking point.
Her moans grew louder, filling the room with their carnality. Nitesh's grunts of exertion mingled with her cries of pleasure, creating a symphony of lust that seemed to resonate through the very walls. Tanya's body felt alive in a way it hadn't in years, her senses heightened and her mind racing with images of the plumber's rough hands on her, his cock pounding into her as Nitesh watched.
The tension in her core grew tighter with each of Nitesh's powerful strokes, his grip on her hair a constant reminder of his dominance, his teeth grazing her neck as he claimed her. Her breath grew ragged, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt the orgasm build, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to overwhelm her.
Tanya's moans grew louder, her body trembling beneath his, her walls clenching around his thick cock as she neared the brink. Nitesh felt her tighten around him and knew she was close. He reached around her, his hand finding her clit, and began to rub it in tight, fast circles, his other hand still tangled in her hair.
With a final, desperate push, Tanya's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her with a force that left her gasping for breath. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, her nails scratching at the sofa cushions as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Nitesh watched with a mix of triumph and lust, feeling her body shake and tremble with every spasm of ecstasy.
He didn't give her a moment to recover, continuing to fuck her mercilessly, his strokes deep and demanding. She felt his own climax building, his grip on her hair tightening, his thrusts becoming more erratic. Tanya could feel her orgasm subsiding, but the sensation of his cock inside her kept her on edge, her body craving more.
With a roar, Nitesh came, his hot cum filling her up. She felt his cock pulse, each spurt sending a shiver down her spine. He collapsed over her, his chest heaving, his breathing ragged in her ear. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their laboured breaths and the sticky wetness between her legs.
As the aftershocks of her orgasm faded, Tanya felt a strange mix of emotions. She was ashamed of herself for enjoying her husband's aggression, yet thrilled by the intensity of their encounter. She had never felt so alive, so desired. Nitesh had always been a gentle lover, but this... this was something new, something darker and more primal.
When they both caught their breaths, she finally found the courage to ask the question that had been burning in her mind. "What possessed you so?" she whispered, turning to look at him over her shoulder. "Was it about me staring at the plumber that turned you on so much?"
Nitesh pulled out of her, his cock still half-hard and glistening with their combined juices. He couldn't meet her gaze as he zipped up his pants, a strange mix of embarrassment and satisfaction playing across his features. "I don't know," he finally admitted, his voice gruff. "It's like... I can't explain." He didn't want to think about what went through his mind and made him so aroused. It was something he just couldn't come to terms with. In a low soft tone he said "Sorry...."
