Before I could scream a hand covered my mouth.Hot breath tickled my ear, "Hello again slut. You left something at the store. I thought I'd bring it ou... to you." He pressed against me from behind and I felt his cock against my ass. I realized it was the man from the shoe department.His other hand slipped under my skirt and immediately went to my pussy. "You little whore, your cunt is soaked. Did you like teasing me? I think we need to finish what you started." He stroked his fingers between my. He was also very possessive over me.One day I was sleeping and he woke me up by sucking on my fairly large nipples, with his head lying on my arm. He didn't say anything but looked up at me and started to nibble. I didn't think anything of it because I love nipple play, but there was something very unique in the way he conducted himself compared to the other people I've been with. A couple weeks later, we had sex in my living room. He hated when I rode him because he knew it'd make him cum. Soon she was sucking at a fast pace, his cock touching the rear roof of her mouth at times, and her hand slipped between her legs. She pressured herself through the material of her jeans, getting pleasure as she sucked, and felt herself orgasm.Just as she shuddered he groaned and she felt his cock swell slightly before the rush of warm liquid filled her mouth. She struggled to keep it her mouth, her cheeks bulging out, and felt it running down her throat. He pulled his cock out, allowing her to. But my choices were limited. I loved her, but if I were to believe what she told me was true we were through. My only other choice was to believe that she was just testing me and then hope to God that I never found out otherwise.Wendy tried to "make nice" when we got home and went to bed. She came to bed nude which was one of the signals she used when she was in the mood to make love, but for the first time in our married life I said:"Not tonight Wendy. I really don't feel like it."She gave me.