wife gets fucked by alcoholic delivery boy (domination)m4f

She opened the door, expecting just a parcel. Instead, it was him — the local delivery guy, reeking of alcohol, shirt half-open, eyes heavy but hungry.

“Sign here,” he slurred, stepping closer than he needed to. His breath stank of whiskey, his hand brushing against hers on purpose.

She should’ve pushed him away. She should’ve closed the door. But she froze. His rough, unsteady grip on her wrist, the way he shoved the parcel aside and pressed her back into the wall — it sent a shiver down her spine.

“You think I don’t notice the way you open the door?” he growled, voice thick, “today you’re mine.”

Before she could speak, he pinned her arms above her head, kissing her harshly, biting at her lips. His strength was sloppy but dangerous, the kind only a drunk man carried — careless, forceful, unapologetic.

Her body betrayed her. She gasped, thighs trembling as he pushed her skirt up, dragging his hand between her legs without permission. She whimpered, eyes darting toward the door, terrified someone might hear.

“Quiet, bitch,” he muttered, yanking her panties down. “Your man’s not here to save you.”

And then he bent her over the sofa and took her raw. Every thrust was unsteady but brutal, his belt clinking, his breath hot against her neck. She cried out, muffling her voice into the cushion, while he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to moan for him.

“You’re just a married slut,” he spat, fucking her harder, “opening the door like this, waiting for someone like me to ruin you.”

And ruin her he did — filling her, marking her, leaving her shaking and dripping. By the time he was gone, stumbling out the door like nothing happened, she was ruined on the living room couch.

When her husband came home, she was still cleaning herself up, pretending she’d just been napping.

But deep down, she knew she’d let the drunk stranger take more from her than her husband ever would.