Chapter 4: Throat Training on My Marriage Bed

Emma’s heart slammed against her ribs as the delivery guy knocked again. “Hello? Delivery for Mark!” Jax’s thick cock was still buried balls-deep in her dripping pussy, throbbing against her walls. He didn’t pull his cock out. Instead, he clamped a strong hand over her mouth and started grinding slowly, stirring his cock inside her while smirking.

“Answer him,” Jax whispered darkly, pinching her nipple hard. “Be a good wife.”

Emma’s voice shook as she called out, barely steady. “J-just leave it on the porch! Thank you!”

The delivery guy paused, then finally walked away. The second his footsteps faded, Jax slammed into her with renewed brutality, pounding her cunt against the window like a punishment. “Naughty slut almost got caught with another man’s cock inside you,” he growled, slapping her clit. Emma came instantly, squirting down his shaft while biting back screams.

Jax carried her upstairs, still impaled on his dick, cum and juices running down her legs with every step. He kicked open the door to the master bedroom, the sacred space she shared with her husband and threw her onto the marital bed.

“On your back. Head hanging off the edge,” he commanded, stripping off his shirt to reveal his ripped, tattooed torso.

Emma obeyed, lying with her head dangling over the side of the bed, staring upside down at their wedding photo on the nightstand. Mark smiled happily in the frame while she lay there, pussy gaping and leaking another man’s cum.

Jax stood over her, stroking his massive, glistening cock. “Time to train that throat, baby. Open wide for Daddy.”

He slapped the heavy head against her lips and cheeks, smearing her own juices across her face, then he pushed forward. The thick shaft stretched her mouth wide as he sank in. Emma gagged instantly, eyes watering, but Jax didn’t stop. He grabbed the sides of her head and forced another inch down her throat.

“That’s it… take it all, you cheating whore.” He thrust deeper, bulging her throat visibly. “Your husband never fucked your face like this, did he?”

Emma made wet, choking sounds, drool pouring from the corners of her stretched lips and running down her face into her hair. Tears streamed from her eyes as Jax started fucking her throat with long, merciless strokes. His heavy balls slapped against her forehead while he buried himself to the hilt, cutting off her air.

He pulled out briefly, letting her gasp and cough up thick strings of throat slime. “Look at the photo while I use you,” he ordered, turning her head toward the wedding picture. Then he drove back in, skull-fucking her harder.

Emma’s mascara ran in black streaks. Gagging, gurgling, and drooling uncontrollably, she looked like a total mess — a proper married slut getting her throat ruined. Jax pulled out his phone and started recording, the camera capturing her bulging throat, tear-streaked face, and the wedding photo in the background.

“Smile for the camera, baby. Show Daddy how grateful you are.” He fucked her face faster, using her throat like a fleshlight. “This is what you were made for not playing housewife, but choking on real cock.”

Emma’s pussy was soaked and twitching. She reached down and rubbed her clit frantically while he destroyed her mouth. The lack of air and the filthy degradation pushed her close to the edge again.

Jax finally pulled out, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. He dragged her fully onto the bed, flipped her onto all fours, and slammed his cock straight into her aching pussy from behind in one brutal thrust.

“Fuck…. Daddy!” Emma screamed, voice hoarse from the throat fucking.

He railed her mercilessly, hips slapping loudly against her ass. One hand gripped her hair, yanking her head back so she was forced to stare at the wedding photo while he destroyed her cunt.

“Thank me for ruining your marriage,” he growled, spanking her ass hard.

“Thank you, Daddy! Thank you for ruining my marriage your cock is so much better!” Emma wailed as another orgasm ripped through her. She squirted all over the sheets, soaking the bed she shared with Mark.

Jax roared and buried himself deep. His cock swelled and erupted, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum straight into her womb. He kept grinding, forcing every drop as deep as possible while she trembled and moaned beneath him.

When he finally pulled out, a river of cum gushed from her wrecked hole onto the marital sheets.

But just as Jax was about to make her clean him again, Emma’s phone lit up on the nightstand. A video call from Mark.

And the ringtone echoed through the room as Jax’s fresh load dripped out of her.