**The First Time We Went Hardcore**

My wife, Jenna, had always been shy in bed—sweet, gentle, barely whispering what she wanted. But last night, something changed. She blushed when she told me she wanted to try *more*—dirty, hard, like we’d never done before. Like it was our first time all over again, but without holding back.

I pinned her against the bedroom wall the second the door shut behind us, my hands rough on her hips, my mouth already hot on her neck. “Tell me exactly what you want,” I growled against her skin, feeling her shiver.

She bit her lip, her innocent doe eyes dark with need. “Fuck me like you don’t love me.”

That was all I needed. My hands tore at her clothes, her blouse popping buttons as I shoved it off her shoulders. Her tits spilled free, those perfect pink nipples already stiff under my fingers. I squeezed hard, making her gasp, my other hand yanking her skirt down. No panties—just her smooth, wet pussy, glistening for me.

“God, look at you,” I groaned, dragging my thumb through her slick folds. “Already soaked. Were you thinking about this all day?” She nodded, whimpering as I circled her clit. “Tell me.”

“I-I thought about your cock,” she admitted, voice shaking. “How hard it gets when you’re rough with me. I wanted it—wanted you to use me.”

Fuck. My dick throbbed painfully against my zipper. I unbuckled my belt in one sharp tug, jeans shoved down just enough to free my cock, already leaking. I spit into my palm, stroking myself slowly while Jenna watched, her breath hitching.

“On the bed,” I ordered. “Now.”

She scrambled onto the mattress, her ass up, pussy spread. The view was unreal—her tight little hole, her swollen cunt lips, everything slick and begging. I slapped my cock against her, smearing precum over her slit. “You sure you can take it?” I taunted.

“Please,” she whined, pushing back against me. “I need it.”

I didn’t wait. I shoved inside in one brutal thrust, her tight walls clamping down, so fucking warm and wet. Jenna cried out, her fingers clawing the sheets, but I didn’t slow down. I gripped her hips and fucked into her hard, my balls slapping against her clit with every snap of my hips. The bed rocked, her moans turning desperate.

“You like that?” I grunted, slamming deeper. “Like your husband’s cock wrecking this pretty pussy?”

“Yes, *yes*—” Her voice broke as I reached around, rubbing her clit in rough circles. She was shaking, her legs trembling, but I didn’t let up. I bit her shoulder, my thrusts getting sloppier, harder. “Gonna cum inside you,” I warned, my voice raw.

Jenna sobbed, her cunt pulsing around me. “Do it—fill me up, *please*—”

That pushed me over. With a groan, I bottomed out, my cock twitching as I came hard, pumping her full. She clenched around me, her own orgasm hitting as she whimpered my name, her body going limp.

I collapsed over her, both of us breathing like we’d run a mile. After a second, Jenna turned her head, her lips curling into a shy, satisfied smile. “So… we’re doing that again, right?”

I laughed, kissing her deeply. “Fuck yes.”