The Amazon Position

Shraddha pushed Mayur back on the bed.

She had found his texts with that young girl, remembered how his interest in her had waned over the past year, and was upset. So upset.

And so horny. She was at her most fertile point of their cycle. And Mayur had been neglectful in his husbandly duties, preferring tissues in the trashcan to her wet pussy.

They’d been waiting until their finances were stable to have a kind. Waiting until they’d established their careers.

Scratch that. That was his suggestion. She wanted a large family.

Shraddha seethed even more.

She pulled Mayur’s pants off, throwing them on the floor. Ripped his underwear as she ripped them off.

She saw how he liked how his little teen strumpet was a domme. She’d show him how she could dominate him.

Shraddha saw how, even though he was terrified of her fury, he was hard.

The fucker!

She pushed his thighs back, and mounted him. The Amazon position was something she’d read about before, even something she saw in a video she watched when she was in bed, lonely, while he was doing overtime at work.

“Overtime.” Probably texting that teen bitch. Probably masturbating to her.

She mounted him, his erect dick straight up. She slid down, her thighs over his thighs.

From this position, she was fucking him. Her thighs controlled the pace. And he was passively accepting.

It was Mayur’s cock. But Shraddha was fucking him with it. Hate fucking him.

As she grunted, he whined. One stroke caused his dick to bend slightly, hurting him.

She didn’t care. This wasn’t about him. This was about her.

Mayur felt his orgasm coming, and he warned. “My love, I am about to erupt. Please stop. Please get off, my queen.”

“The bastard,” Shraddha thought to himself. She remembered how he had always pulled out and came on her tummy. Making a mess. And leaving her unsatisfied.

She pumped harder. Holding his thighs down. She was fucking him.

He came. Shraddha felt it deep inside her. It didn’t matter. She kept fucking him.

“Dear, I came,” Mayur said, wincing as his head got more and more sensitive. She kept fucking him.

She didn’t care how sensitive he was. She was going to get off. She was going to get pregnant.

Shraddha was going to get everything she wanted.

And when she finally came, he was starting to soften in her. She bent over, biting his nipple hard.

“Were you thinking of her, that bitch?” she asked.

Mayur said, “No my love.”

She got off him, leaving a puddle of sperm on his crotch. “Let him clean that up,” she thought.

They’d soon find out they were having twins.