"Would you care to elucidate that, a little?" I pointed with my chin, not trusting my hands not to tremble."Well; ok, let me tell you the story of whe...e that came from. You see, for the first ten years we were married, my wife never, ever fell asleep naturally. Every night, and many other times, she was always passing out while we made love. And I mean really out! The first few times I worried that she'd had a heart attack, or a stroke, or something. But after a while it became obvious that. At that time, man develops quite a few crushes, but she wasnt one of them. At that time, you masturbate a lot, to almost every girl you know, but her... Maybe once or twice, cant remember (remember, this was the time before all the social media).I totally forgot about her, somewhere I heard that she got married to that guy, but she tottaly went off my radar. Up until that night.As she was living back home (countryside), when I caught a first glimpse of her, I thought it was someone else, that. Big boobs. Fatty . A typical bengali lady. Hair was step cut . She look like a sex bomb. While having dinner ritu told mayur(all call me mannu) . That i they have got 45 ths with them now where from the money will com . I told see as a elderbro my dad will send money .& i also have with me .cash & all cards . So don’t take tention . We will manage . She was a bit relaxed . While eating i saw her cleavage & armpits with black hair . As i smook i told i am out side u sleep in ber i will get a cot. You deserve your high-flying job. Show it respect.”“I will,” she promised her disciplinarian, and herself.On the journey home, she held a support pillar in the busy carriage, her caned bottom pulsing excruciating pain. Soaring self-respect overtook her as she stood in quiet dignity, respecting the discomfort she must feel. Her dress skirted the cane marks seared on her vulnerable thighs. Shifting to observe a devoted couple, her soft fabric grazed her fresh weals.She often met close friends.