As I headed home I was very surprised how hard he had fucked me this time around. The last time he was very gentle and this time he was a lot more agg...essive. I didn’t know what was up with that but at least it was over and our mortgage was up to date. I decided on the way home that I would just tell my husband very little. I will just tell him that I controlled my emotions all night long and that it was nothing special. I had hope this will be the last time we will have to go through with. Theirs was a good marriage. Early on, they had struggled, working hard to build their import/export business and to get to know each other.The business was doing very well. Their marriage was sound. Their sex life was adequate if not exciting. They had sex at least once per week. She smiled as she added a mental caveat: more if they were drinking. Last month on the family trip to the lake they fucked two of the four days they were there. They even had sex while Sam, their son, was driving them. "I don't know," Sarah said, "Not too deep, I think. Dad had it made when he first bought this house, before I was even born."As Natalie leaned out still further, trying to peer into the depths of the water and hopefully spot a fish or a frog, Sarah added, "Natalie, be careful. The dock's kind of slippery...."But by the time she finished it was too late. Natalie's foot slipped. He tried to grab the edge of the dock, but only succeeded in catching his clothing on a protruding nail. There was a. His efforts seemed to work as Tessa blushed and tried not to laugh. She was avoiding his eyes again, but he could tell she was still with him, she was making no attempt to get away, or maybe she was and he didn’t notice because his arms were around her, refusing to let her go. “I’m sorry,” Tessa sighed, “I just… I guess I’m new at this.” “I think you’re doing fine.” He replied, “And, if you need more practice, I’d be happy to help you with that.” God, Tessa thought, why was it, that everything.