I had to get up really early to get ready for a meeting, and so I left the house before she even got up.When I came home that afternoon, again I found...that Sheila had beaten me home, and again she had taken the dog for a walk. Inside the house, I found once again another mess. She left all her breakfast stuff out. She had strewn her clothes all over the floor. Her makeup was out and everywhere in the bathroom, along with a new bottle of perfume out on the counter. She had already done some. ”“By Jove, they’re idiots! Anyway, we still have a little time to kill, and Karen’s on her way, you think. Want to watch some TV, love? Just chill for a bit? Enjoy each other’s company?” my bride made it plain by her facial expressions that while I might be too tired for sex, a bit of cuddling or snuggling seemed fair enough to her.“Works for me, babe. I could use some down time and a chance to just curl up with my lovely new wife,” I winked as I pulled her into my arms and kissed her hard on. I used a different picture each time for inspiration at my wife’s request, which was fine with me! I actually gagged a few times when she really pushed me. I eventually got some better at not gagging. I was surprised myself! This was how it went until lunch on Thursday. I was anticipating our practice. Everything had been a routine. We normally had lunch around 12:30 or 1:00. I was about to ask when my wife said, “We’re having lunch later today honey. Donna is coming by.”“Are you going. Deepak clawed her buttocksopen and pressed his cock-head to her anus. Her face turned on side onthe bed, Anita cried out as the searing penis squeezed into herasshole. Her fingers clawed the desk and her face contorted in anerotic mixture of pain and lust. His cock was enormous and he squeezedit inexorably deeper and deeper into her, his head flung back, hiseyes closed, moaning loud obscenities. In and in it went, neverseeming to end and Anita’s body shook with the strain. Her.