The husband is a short guy and he used to work as a medical rep. He used to be in town for 15 days and another 15 days he will go out of stations.Comi...g to the heroine, she is 5 feet and has a perfect structure. She is from a village and always used to wear sari at home. I never paid much attention to her as I used to work in night and used to sleep in the morning. Usually when I used to come home at 5:30 AM I used to see her cleaning the floor outside her door. In one of those days when I was. Had lost a massive amount of weight. As soon as the nurse left I quietly exited the restroom and I was the one who was startled. ‘Come closer, I want to see the face of my killer, Mr. Sands.’ I slowly walked over and switched on a small light. Peterson Sr. looked startled as he apparently had no idea who I was. ‘So Sands farms out his work now, what a fucking gutless bastard. Well get on with it I haven’t got all night.’ He was still a feisty old bastard. I had a new level of respect for. We never wore any clothes in the house and that was her suggestion. I fucked her as soon as I come in the door from work and then again after dinner and when we went to bed. Each time ensuring that my cum shot up into her cunt. She would not allow me to fuck her ass or mouth. She insisted that I talk dirty to her and only call her slut or whore.About a year into our marriage she asked if her mother could come from Korea and live with us. I had no problem with that, but though all of the slutty. His hand felt incredible. I would have told him my deepest darkest secrets. Then again, I was telling him my deepest darkest secrets.“Do you like sucking his cock?”“Yeah, it’s OK,” I replied trying not to sound too excited.“Do you let him cum in your mouth?”“Just once. We usually don’t do anything long enough to make each other cum.”“Did you swallow it?”“Yes.”“Did you like it?”“It was OK.”Each answer was a slight submission. I was still trying to play it cool though I was getting hotter every.