The next morning, Sarah woke up early to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. She stretched languidly, her body deliciously sore from the previous night's activities. Rolling over, she saw that Mark was still fast asleep beside her, his face peaceful and relaxed.
Smiling to herself, Sarah carefully slipped out of bed, taking care not to wake him. She padded into the kitchen, her naked body still bearing the marks of Marcus's rough treatment. Red handprints covered her ass, and her pussy and asshole were deliciously raw and sensitive.
As she began to cook breakfast - eggs, bacon, and toast - Sarah found herself reliving the previous night in her mind. The way Marcus had dominated her, spanking her until her ass was bright red and fucking her so hard she thought she might split in half. The way Mark had watched them, jerking off pathetically as he watched another man claim his wife.
She felt a thrill of excitement as she thought about it, her pussy clenching around nothing. She knew they had agreed on a limit of twice a week with Marcus, but already she craved more. She needed to be filled and stretched and used like the dirty little whore she was.
As if on cue, she heard Mark stirring in the bedroom. He appeared a few minutes later, wearing only a pair of loose pajama pants that hung low on his hips. He looked disheveled and sexy, his hair mussed from sleep.
"Morning," he said, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek as he came up behind her. "Something smells good."
Sarah turned in his arms, looping her own around his neck. "I made your favorite," she said with a smile. "Bacon and eggs."
Mark's eyes twinkled as he grinned at her. "You spoil me," he teased, nuzzling into her neck. "I don't know what I did to deserve you."
Sarah giggled, pushing playfully at his chest. "Oh stop," she scolded. "You're going to make me blush."
They settled down at the kitchen table together, eating and chatting about their plans for the day. Mark had some errands to run, and Sarah thought she might catch up on some housework and maybe even go for a run later.
But even as they talked and laughed together, Sarah could feel the growing ache between her legs. Her pussy was swollen and sore, throbbing with the need to be filled again. She shifted restlessly in her chair, trying to ignore the insistent pulse of desire.
As Mark finished his breakfast and started to clear away the dishes, Sarah knew she had to act fast. If she waited too long, she might lose her nerve.
"Actually," she said suddenly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was thinking...maybe I could call Marcus later. Just to check in."
Mark froze, a plate suspended in mid-air as he looked at her. "Already?" he asked, his voice tinged with surprise and just a hint of jealousy.
Sarah felt a thrill at his reaction, knowing that he was both turned on and jealous at the thought of her with another man. "Well," she said slowly. "We did agree to twice a week. And I just...I need it, Mark. I need him."
Mark set the plate down carefully, his jaw working as he considered her words. Finally, he nodded, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Okay," he said. "Okay, you can call him. But...be careful, okay? Don't let him hurt you."
Sarah's heart swelled with love and gratitude at his words. She knew he was just trying to protect her, even as he indulged her cravings. "I promise," she said softly, reaching out to take his hand. "I'll be careful."
With that, Mark finished clearing the dishes and headed off to get ready for the day. Sarah waited until she heard the front door close behind him before reaching for her phone.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she scrolled through her contacts, finding Marcus's number and tapping the call button. It rang twice before he picked up.
"Well well," he purred, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
Sarah swallowed hard, suddenly feeling shy and nervous. "Hi," she said, hating how breathless she sounded. "I was just...I was wondering if you might be free today. To come over, I mean."
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Marcus chuckled darkly. "What happened to twice a week?" he asked, his tone teasing.
Sarah bit her lip, wondering how much to admit. Finally, she decided to go for honesty. "I just...I need it," she said simply. "I need you. Please."
Marcus's chuckle turned into a full-bodied laugh, filled with amusement and just a hint of cruelty. "Desperate little slut," he taunted. "Can't wait for your next fix, can you?"
Sarah felt a rush of shame and arousal at his words, her pussy clenching around nothing. "Please," she whimpered. "I'll do anything. Just come over and fuck me like the bitch I am."
"Mmm," Marcus hummed in approval. "Such a good little whore, begging so prettily for my cock. You're in luck, though - I happen to have some free time this afternoon. I'll be there at 2 pm sharp. Don't keep me waiting."
With that, he hung up, leaving Sarah panting and shaking with anticipation. She knew she had just made a mistake - agreeing to see Marcus again so soon after the previous night's activities. But she also knew that she couldn't resist - her body craved him too badly.