Thanksgiving weekend, the whole family crammed into our house. Everyone's stuffed from dinner and finally crashes out early—kids downstairs, parents in the guest rooms. My husband and I slip into our bedroom around 11, and the door is not fully shut because we're thinking everyone's out cold.

He's got me bent over the bed, pounding me hard from behind. My ass is up, tits swinging under me in this loose nightie, and I'm trying to keep quiet but moaning into the pillow every time he slams in deep. He's grabbing my hips, going faster, telling me how wet I am.