My wife was Anne Jaquiline Bennet. Pronounce it wrong and she'll reply Banay! We've been married 11 years and have no c***dren. Together we made the d...cision to not have k**s and we have a plan to be wealthy enough to not be tied down with traditional jobs by the time we are in our forties. I'm a factory worker with a good wage and my wife has been with a public relations firm for less than a year now. We live a comfortable life style in our apartment in a older but upscale part of the city.I'm. I was happy as a clam and more willing then an inexperienced prostitute to let her do me the way she wanted to. She walked to the shower. She turned it on and adjusted its temperature. She seemed to check out what I used in the way of shampoo or cream rinse. She knelt down, opened up my vanity doors and saw some interesting bottle of cream. She recognized it. She turned her head, smiling at me and lifted up the container. I smiled back and I removed my undies. That actively changed our. Grabbing her wrist, I pulled her away from the guys she was hitting on, making her spill her drink in the process. I had the most sinister smirk on my face and she just laughed at me."You didn't, did you?"I smacked her playfully and shook my head. "No, I didn't fuck him. But, let me tell you. He totally wants this," I said, circling around myself with a smile. "Oh god, Cel. Your ridiculous." I know."And with that, she dragged me out of his party by my arm and took me back home. Now Sasha wasn't. Her feet were swollen from walking several blocks in bare feet. Abit of talking, I made up the bed in the guest room. I offered the nice bed to Sarah, who turned it down, but stripped naked and climbed into bed. I went to bed...with a hard cock.Out like a light, woking up with a dream that was real. My eyes focused as I try to see who was sucking my cock. The blond hair, and the bouncing boobs told me Sarah was the dream but real. I watched Sarah move up and down, her tongue lick my hard cock,.