Slowly Carlos entered the shower and slipped his arms around me. His cock immediately came to life and rose up between my legs. I looked down at the ...haft and caramel colored cock throbbed under my testicles, my limp cock hanging off to one side. The contrast in colors were amazing to look at. Carlos was not there to see the sights, he pulled back allowing his massive cock to ease up between my butt cheeks. My anus was tender and sore as hell, I thought I should ask him to let me suck him. I knew he wouldn't ever hurt me, either physically or emotionally. In bed He was only concerned about making me happy, not himself. There weren't any fireworks, but I loved him for his caring for me. What he might have lacked in intercourse, he more than made up for with his mouth, his fingers and his love. It was a very, very pleasant experience! Unfortunately, over the years, like so many other couples I read about, our lovemaking has waned and has become routine and predictable.At our. Probably there’s some class resentment—I barely finished college and one semester of law school, and Gillian has two master’s degrees and is a multimillionairess but really, does that mean I must hear about her interests in the Middle East?She probably gets very sick of what I watch on television—I love situation comedies and televised wrestling, and she is no longer allowed to watch PBS or her ridiculous Discovery Channel stuff?and I don’t allow her to attend the opera or the ballet anymore,. And I still wasn’t hard.Kris asked my wife what was wrong. My wife was silent. Kris asked her again, but this time with a strong, powerful tone. Once again, my wife can’t disappoint, so she whispers, “Things aren’t working out.” As my wife was on my face, I could hear Kevin chuckling. So Kris asks my wife again, “What’s wrong?” My wife tried to save my face and gave her some bullshit answer. But Kris asks for specifics and my wife says she doesn’t know. Then Kris replied that she did know by.