Mad Fuckers: Blowing Off Steam

Robby’s on the couch when his wife Charlotte storms through the front door, cheeks hot and fists clenched. Job’s gone, bullshit politics, nothing to do with her work. She unloads the whole mess—boss handing out favors like candy, treating her different because she’s a woman. Robby nods, listens, then cuts in with that little grin of his: any shop in town would kill to have her. He also spots the storm brewing behind her eyes, so he offers up his own body as target practice. She likes the idea right away—says he really gets her—then shoves him back against the wall and starts pumping him fast, hard, wrist twisting like she means to wring every last drop of stress out of both of them. Before long she’s got his face pinned under her ass, pressing down until his tongue is deep and slick, the living-room lights still on, the door barely shut. Not a bad way to burn off steam.