Sex Report: Marking My Territory

"Don't leave a mark" my wife told me. I had my lips pressed against her lower back, nipping gently (okay, maybe not entirely gently) at her skin.

"Why not?" I asked.

"My boyfriend won't like it," she said. She says that kind of thing a lot. Sometimes as a joke, sometimes as a bit of sexy role playing.

"Why not?" I asked, playing along. I was still nibbling, my tongue darting out from time to time. "He knows you're married, right?"

"He doesn't like to be reminded of that," she answered. So far she'd kept it pretty light, so I wasn't sure if she planned on going any further with this or not.

I dropped the talk of boyfriends for awhile as I worked on seducing her. It had been ages since I'd fucked her, and I was very eager to get my cock inside her. When I put my hand between her legs, sliding a finger inside her labia to feel her slit, I was amazed by how wet she was. And hot. It felt like her pussy was radiating heat. Apparently I wasn't the only one interested in penetration. As I positioned myself behind her (she was laying on her side, legs spread apart, so I had an angle to slide my cock into her) she said something.

"I really shouldn't let you in," she said. "My boyfriend doesn't like having any traces of you inside me when I'm with him."

"Does that mean you're seeing him soon?" I said, playing along but still positioning myself. I was kneeling between her legs, picking the top one up so I could spread her open.

"Tomorrow," she said.

"Well, he'll just have to live with it," I growled, holding the head of my cock right on her slit. I pushed inside, penetrating her slick pussy with ease. She felt so good I could barely stand it.

For awhile we said nothing, I just fucked her that way. She was on her side, on leg on the bed while I held the other sticking straight up. I was at a sideways angle, which meant her pussy was rubbing my cock in all sorts of interesting and unusual ways. Eventually she wanted me to fuck her more traditionally, though, and she was able to convince me to pull out for a bit so we could reposition ourselves in missionary. Now I was on top of her, holding my torso above hers while I was thrusting slow and deep.

"Maybe I'll bust in on you and your boyfriend while he's fucking you," I said. Normally I loved it when she teased me about having affairs and such, but for some reason I was feeling very territorial. Possessive. Maybe even a little aggressive.

"How?" Freya answered. "You don't even know where he lives."

"He doesn't fuck you here, in our bed?" I asked.

"No," she replied. "Too risky. And he doesn't like to be reminded that I'm married."

"So he's afraid of me," I said simply. Meanwhile I was fucking her, working my cock hard inside her as she bucked her hips back into me. She really seemed to want it deep tonight, and I was only too happy to oblige.

"I wouldn't say that," she said.

"I could track you down anyway," I said, warming up to this whole idea. "Bust in while you're together, beat him up, then fuck you right in front of him. That'd teach him a lesson about banging married women."

She said nothing, no clever retort or veiled insult. She's lucky she didn't, because at that point my aggression was running very high. I half way wanted her to say something, to scoff at my suggestion, so I'd have an excuse to go nuts on her. I pictured myself grabbing her ankles and pinning them up by her shoulder, stretching her hips painfully as I pounded my cock into her pussy. And in my little fantasy world her lover was there, watching helplessly with a swollen eye and cut lip as I fucked his sweet Freya, the woman he liked to pretend was his even though he knew she wasn't. Sometimes I like playing the role of the cuckold, but not that night. I was ready to claim my wife's body as my own personal property.

But Freya remained silent, perhaps because she was getting close to coming. I could tell from her breathing, fast and shallow, that she was on edge. I started fucking her faster, giving her every inch of my cock as I slammed it into her cunt again and again. I could feel my orgasm rising up inside me, my balls ready to pump her full of my seed. I wanted to mark my territory, to claim her pussy as mine. I was grunting with the strain, my body covered in sweat as I fucked her sweet hole. Then she was gasping and moaning, grabbing my arms as she thrashed around in climax. I was coming too, spurting inside her again and again. Her boyfriend was going to be getting sloppy seconds, and there was nothing he could do about it. I made some noise of my own, groaning loudly as I came and came.

When we were finished we lay together. Every time I moved my cock would slide around inside her and she gasped at the sensation. I wonder if she knew she'd just been marked?