Heaven, the devoted housewife, was in a desperate situation. The rent was overdue and utilities about to be shut off. Her husband Tom worked long hours at the factory but his meager salary was barely enough to keep them afloat, let alone pay off the mounting bills piling up on the kitchen table.

Heaven had always prided herself on being an exemplary wife and homemaker. She kept a spotless house, tended to her garden, and put a hearty supper on the table for Tom every night. But now, as she clutched the rent check, bounced for insufficient funds, a wave of panic washed over her. How would they survive?

Just then, a gruff voice interrupted her worried musings. “Rent’s late again I see.” It was Mr. McGee, the grumpy old maintenance man who lived in the apartment below them. Heaven’s face flushed with shame.

“I’m so sorry Mr. McGee, it’s just…times are hard…” she stammered.

Mr. McGee leered at the pretty young housewife, his beady eyes roving over her voluptuous curves barely concealed beneath her thin housedress. An idea, wicked and depraved, took shape in his twisted mind.

“Tell ya what sugar, I’ll let this slide…if you let me slide something else.” He grasped his crotch crudely, erect cock straining against worn overalls. Heaven gasped in shock.

“I couldn’t possibly…I’m a married woman…” she protested weakly even as her nipples stiffened beneath her dress at the thought of the lewd act. Never had she even been tempted to stray. But their dire financial straits left her few options.

Mr. McGee took her silence for acquiescence. “That’s a good girl. Bend that sweet peach over the kitchen table and hike up that skirt,” he growled, unfastening his overalls to unleash a girthy, throbbing erection.

With trembling hands, Heaven complied, presenting her virginal bottom to the eager maintenance man. She cribbed her face in her hands, consumed with shame and unwanted arousal as Mr. McGee positioned himself behind her.

Heaven cried out in pain as he forced his fat cock past her tightly clenched sphincter, violating her in the most obscene way. “No, it hurts!” she sobbed, but Mr. McGee just grunted, roughly pumping in and out of her tender anus.

Tears streamed down Heaven’s face as she was defiled in her own kitchen, but she couldn’t deny the shameful pleasure that mingled with the excruciating pain. Her body betrayed her, clenching wantonly around the thick shaft stretching her open.

Finally, with a guttural groan, Mr. McGee spurted his foul seed deep in Heaven’s bowels. She collapsed forward, utterly debased yet weirdly satisfied.

“Rent’s paid, sugar,” McGee said with a sneer before tucking himself away and leaving Heaven splayed on the table, cum oozing from her ravaged hole.

She knew it was wrong, that she had just committed an unforgivable sin. But their financial crisis was solved for now. And to her shock, Heaven realized she craved more of that depraved anal punishment, more of the taboo thrill of being a cocksleeve for other men while still playing the perfect wife for Tom. Heaven feared she had irrevocably crossed a line into a life of debauchery.

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