She was running the vacuum around the front hall where the kids had knocked over a plant on their way out the door. Late for the bus again, and her husband off to an early meeting in the city.
Well, the joys of being a stay-at-home mom were plentiful, she laughed to herself. Just as she was finishing her doorbell rang. She clicked off the vac, and opened the door.
A man in a blue uniform stood there, holding a letter, and a clipboard.
“Registered letter, Miss.” He thrust the letter at her. “Sign here.”
She wondered who had sent them a registered letter, but the address was obscured by his thumb as he held out the envelope. As she reached for it, he took her wrist, pushed her hard inside, and shut the door.
“What?” was all she had time for before he stuffed a wad of bubble wrap into her mouth. A quick pass of tape around her mouth and head secured it.
She tried to push him away but forgetting about the vacuum, she tripped over it and fell heavily to the floor. He was on her in an instant. Her skirt was shoved up past her hips, and he was between her sprawled legs. Her hip ached where it has struck the floor, and she was shaken from her fall.
It took only seconds before she felt the probing at her pussy. He’d just pushed the crotch of her panties aside, and suddenly he was sliding inside of her.
He pumped into her, quick and hard, his hands holding hers over her head. He stared down at her through half-lidded eyes as his cock parried and thrust inside of her. She could barely breathe with the thick ball of plastic in her mouth; it didn’t seem to matter to him. He began grunting, making short jabs into her pussy.
It was over moments later, her cunt drooling with his seed.
He dropped the letter on her chest as he tucked his cock away, and walked outside. She heard him whistling as he jogged down her front steps. In moments the sound of an engine starting carried to her, where she lay, stunned, on the floor.
She gathered her wits and unwrapped the tape. It stuck and pulled in her hair as she worked it free, then spat out the wrapping in her mouth. Coughing and drawing long, deep breaths, she looked at the letter, where it lay on the floor beside her.
With a shaking hand she saw it was addressed to her.
She tore it open.
you have refused to have another child with me. you know that i desire more children. the man who just fucked you is renowned for having powerful swimmers, and you are ovulating.
She heard a car in the driveway, and stumbled to her feet. Richard had engineered this? How fucking insane! What if that guy was coming back…she heard the back door open, as she stood in the doorway.
Looking up, he stood there. Her fucking husband. With a huge smile on his face. And a big lump in the front of his pants.
“Hi honey, I’m home.”