It was Monday morning Jane had returned from her honeymoon over the weekend. 

“Are you home?” Jane asked.

“Yes, I am.”

“Don't go out.” Jane could be impulsive, but knew she had been planning this. She hung up without waiting for an answer. 

A quarter hour later Jane was at my door.

“You're dressed.” Jane complained. 

“So are you.”

She dropped her bag and pulled her coat open as soon as the door was shut. She pulled my t-shirt over my head.

“I said I would save myself for you.” She reminded me of the day before her wedding.

I was not sure if I should drop my shorts or attack her. As my shirt cleared my head I pushed her against the wall. Her hand dived into my shorts.

“I want that in me.” 

My hand went for her cunt. Her hand came out and pushed my shorts down.

“Bed!” I suggested hungrily. 

“No, against the wall like a whore.”

I lifted her leg, shoved my cock forward a few times, then found her hole.

“You're a wet bitch.”

“Just fuck me.”

I shoved  my cock in and out of her, sometimes easier when she was on her toes, sometimes less movement when she was flat. She bit my neck as she came. 

I pulled back, dragged her stumbling to the bed and pushed down on her stomach. I laid on top of her and searched for her ass. I pushed my cock into her excited hole.

“Now bite me.” I challenged her.

I fucked her hard and deep.

“More, more” She demanded.

I spilt but continued. I gathered her arms and pinned them to the bed. Her hands formed a fist. She came, I came again and deflated. I remained there holding her to the bed. We were both breathing heavily. 

“What is your husband like in bed?” I asked.

“Nothing like that. Always missionary, nearly always. He never eats me.”

“So he never fucks your ass.”

“Never.” Jane managed to control her breathing.

“You are always welcome here if you don't bite.”

“Sorry. Let me up.”

“If you behave.”

“I will, promise.”

As we laid there she asked. “Did Abigail put out for you?”

“You should ask her.”

“I set her up for you.”

“You did but you know my rule.”

“I do. What did you think of Lucy?”

“Not bad.”

“You are not denying fucking her.”

“You know I fucked her.”

“Are you still fucking her?”

“When she cums over.”

“Still soft.” Jane observed. 

“You wore me out.”

“A pity.”

“I have to go.”

“If I was not soft?”

“Then I would have phoned.”

“Are you off to another cock?”

“Work,  I have a meeting.”

Jane dressed from the bag she dropped on the floor as she arrived and put on her makeup.