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Nikky had discovered something life-changing the last time they tried anal. What started as curious experimentation ended with her shaking, gasping, and coming harder than she ever had before. It came right from that deep, forbidden spot inside her ass that felt like a secret G-spot she never knew existed. Since then, it's all she can think about. The stretch, the fullness, the way it makes her whole body light up with raw, electric pleasure. Regular sex? Cute, but it doesn't even compare anymore. By the time her husband walks through the door, she's been ready for hours. She showered thoroughly, shaved everything smooth, and slipped into the outfit she knew would drive him insane: sheer black thigh-high stockings clipped to a lacy garter belt, a tight black corset that cinches her waist and pushes her full breasts up into perfect, overflowing cleavage, and sky-high black patent heels that make her legs look endless. Blonde hair loose and tousled, red lips glossy, eyes smoky with liner. Black looks sinful on fair-skinned blondes, and she knows it. She feels like pure sex waiting to happen. He barely gets the door closed behind him. Tie still knotted, suit jacket half-unbuttoned, briefcase still in hand. None of it matters. Nikky is on him in seconds, pressing her body flush against his, hands already yanking at his belt. "No hello?" he manages, voice rough with surprise and instant arousal. "No time," she purrs against his mouth, kissing him hard, tongue demanding. "I need it in my ass. Right now. I've been wet all day thinking about it." She spins around, bends slightly at the waist, and hikes up the tiny black thong she wore under the garters. Just enough to bare her perfect round ass cheeks. She reaches back, spreading herself with both hands, showing him how ready she is: a generous amount of lube already glistening around her tight pink hole, winking invitingly. She's prepped herself perfectly, stretched just enough to take him without pain, only that delicious burn that turns into fireworks. He drops the briefcase. His hands are on her hips in an instant, thumbs digging into the soft flesh above the garters. "Fuck, Nikky..." She looks back over her shoulder, eyes glassy with need. "No foreplay. No pussy. Just fuck my ass like you mean it. Make me come from it again." He doesn't waste another second. Pants shoved down just enough, cock already rock-hard from the sight of her, he lines up and pushes in slow at first. He watches her face in the hallway mirror as her mouth falls open in a silent moan. The head pops past the ring of muscle, and she whimpers, pushing back greedily. Inch by inch he sinks deeper until his hips meet her cheeks, buried to the hilt in her tight, hot ass. She gasps, fingers clawing at the wall. "Yes... oh god, yes... right there..." He starts thrusting. Deep, steady strokes that make her stockings slide against his thighs with every slap of skin on skin. The corset keeps her breasts heaving with each breath, nipples stiff and visible through the thin lace. She reaches down between her legs, rubbing furious circles over her clit while he pounds into her from behind, the angle hitting that magic spot over and over. Her moans turn into cries, louder, more desperate. "Harder... fuck, don't stop... I'm gonna come... just from your cock in my ass..." He grips her garter straps like reins, pulling her back onto him with every thrust. The hallway echoes with wet sounds, her gasps, his grunts. When she shatters, back arching, thighs trembling, ass clenching rhythmically around him, he follows right after. He groans low as he fills her deep, pulse after pulse. They stay locked together for a long moment, breathing hard. She turns her head, smirking through the haze. "Welcome home, baby," she whispers. "Tomorrow... same time?"