The sex had to be in the position that suited her best -- often with her on top, going on and on and on, in search of her orgasm. And if that even occ...rred, all too often the man's reward for his patience was, "Hurry up, I'm getting sore."This is now at an end!We haven't just gone back to the old ways. We've gone beyond. In the pre-feminist days, women belonged to men. A father owned his daughter until he transferred her ownership to a man in marriage. Husbands got sex, unlike in recent years.. I had enough money in the bank that if i never wrote again we’d be just fine. I just loved my job and kept at it for fun. Just like her with her nursing job. We also had two kids by this point who’d be watching after the house while we were away. Little twins born around our second year of marriage that we named Johnny and Catherine. Even though they were born when we were young we had lots of good friends who would babysit often and loved them to death. So we never had that moment where. It had been maybe 10 or 15 minutes and at that point I just couldn't hold out anymore, I just needed to touch her body any way possible. I very gently started kissing her body starting at her shoulder and working my way down. As I was kissing the arch and curve of her hip going down the side and back of her butt and tords her thigh, I suddenly got a faint smell of her intoxicating sent and stopped dead in my tracks. I just stayed there, my face gently resting on her smooth, soft ass cheek, just. We are a good fit, and he enters me again, and this time we go at it hard, thrusting hips, his mound crashing into mine, until we come in a shared orgasm that is so bright, so shiny, it is blinding us in its light. He collapses onto me again, and whispers the "sweet nothings" of lovers in my ear. He tells me what he wants me to do to him, and I want to taste him as badly as he wants to be in my mouth again. I take take the opportunity to kiss his face, and run my fingers through his hair..