The slam of the front door echoed through the house, finally silencing the cacophony of eight arguing voices. Mark ran a hand through his hair, his shoulders tense. "I can't take another day of this, Sarah. The fighting, the backtalk..."

Sarah leaned against the kitchen counter, her blouse clinging to her damp skin. "Tell me about it. My tits are aching from tension alone." She unbuttoned the top button, revealing the swell of her cleavage. "We need to figure this out. But first..." Her eyes darkened as she looked him over. "I need you to fuck the stress out of me."

Mark's cock twitched in his jeans at her blunt words. He crossed the room in two strides, his hands finding her waist. "Those little brats driving you crazy, baby?" He nipped at her neck, his breath hot. "Making my wife's pretty pussy all tense and neglected?"

Sarah moaned, grinding her hips against the growing bulge in his pants. "You have no idea. I've been wet all day thinking about your thick dick stretching me open." She palmed him through the denim, feeling his length harden. "Need you to pound me stupid, Daddy. Make me forget their names."

With a growl, Mark spun her around, bending her over the counter. He yanked her skirt up, exposing her bare ass and the glistening slit of her cunt. "No panties? You were planning this." He slapped her cheek, leaving a red handprint. Sarah cried out, pushing back against him.

"Fuck yes, I was. Now stop teasing and fill me up." She reached back, pulling her pussy lips apart to show