Sandra looked ravishing in her wedding gown and long train. It seemed the first page in fairy tale marriage.Our honeymoon in Hawaii seems like only ye...terday. I can still recall the way Sandra looked in her bikini on the beach with her perfect golden tan. Her figure made her look like she stepped out of a Playboy magazine. Those firm breasts and perky nipples straining against her bikini top practically brought tears to my eyes. Her firm thighs and the way the sun danced off the strands of her. I often did things like this, with no intention of actually meaning it. "You\\\'re such a fucking bitch. I hate you," she snarled, standing up and storming out of the room. Talk about not being able to take a joke. I rolled my eyes, and flopped out on the couch. Turning off the movie, I turned the channel to Jerry Springer. After awhile, I thought I heard something. I couldn\\\'t make out what it was. Pausing the television, I listened. It was coming from upstairs. I followed the voice, and it. ”“To All Seasons?”“Yes— and you choose whatever you want off the menu.”“I hate to see you in a fix with your boss but I’m just going to lie there and let him fuck me, I’m not going to put a lot of effort into it,” she said, and then asked what did she do between the fuck and lunch.“He usually drives me around in his Rolls, sometimes we do it again in the back seat.”“I am not going to be treated like a cheap tart and be fucked in the back seat of a car… even a posh one.”“Well we mostly have. "Trust me, you'll like it," I said and then bit her neck. I stuck my cock back into her pussy and I pumped a few times as she moaned. "Let me fuck your ass, whore," I said to her as I continued to fuck her pussy. "No," she replied but continued to moan. I stopped moving and she turned to look at me in disappointment. I only smiled because I knew she would agree soon. "Fine," she huffed out. "Do whatever you please, just stop, stopping!" she cried out as started to fuck her pussy again. I.