Her thoughts were on the beautiful beaches where she would spend the rest of her days leading a life of leisure.That night Mary looked at herself in t...e mirror as she got ready for bed. She was 26, rich, and beautiful. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She smiled in her sleep.Mary shot up, startled. Something was wrong. She wasn't in her apartment. She was laying naked on a cold stone floor. Faint light filtered through an open doorway as well as the sounds of cars and people. “Swallow that nut!” Dre commanded as he pulled his still throbbing dick from my wife’s mouth. Renee swallowed hard, as she gulp down a huge mouthful of warm salty goo. Dre looked down at my wife as she gasped for air after swallowing his cum. Her mouth was open wide as if it were begging for more. Dre aimed his cock at my wife’s face. “Take the rest of this load, bitch!” he said as he unloaded huge rope after rope of pearly white cum across her face. She was plastered with cum from her forehead. The subject of sex was so foreign to me, and I was embarrassed, frightened and disappointed. The teacher’s name was Ms. Jensen. She was a pleasant woman, in her late thirties or early forties. The first thing she did was called the roll, and all the other formalities, but for some reason, I could not keep from looking at those posters. When Ms. Jensen began to talk about the day’s lesson, I began to listen to her. She was talking about the penis and vagina and what they had to do with. I refused to go off the pill. I was just too afraid." After that we just started drifting apart. We stayed intimate for awhile, but when he saw I wasn't going to get pregnant he pretty much lost interest. We've worked together for a little over a year and I hadn't shared his bed for about six months prior." Finally, three months ago, he flew home, asking him to meet him at the airport." When we got home he said the infamous words-we need to talk. He had fallen out of love with me, and had met.