Straightforward fucking has always been good and I love the way she writhes and moans as she surrenders to the intensely exquisite pleasure of a prolo...ged orgasm impaled on my throbbing cock. Sometimes we will fuck slowly for over an hour whilst I hold back on my explosion of joy and repeatedly send her to the Gates of Paradise until she almost faints with rapture. We have always enjoyed regular oral sex too, and the delight of waking in the morning with her mouth full of my engorged cock is. Back to her breasts to give them another lick – a bit more forceful this time. Back down to her pussy, kissing all the way. This time, I put my tongue between the lips of her pussy and found her love button. “I could get used to being woken up this way, every day,” Jennifer said in a still sleepy voice.I took another look and saw that her eyes were still closed. “Your wish is my command, your highness,” I said. Jennifer opened her eyes and looked at me. “Smartass,” she said. I laughed and. We had some lumber scraps and the door, which we slipped under the box. Her and I covered it with the plastic tarp. Then we laid the tile in a black and white checkerboard pattern. When we finished the place really looked like a house. Not a finished one, but it looked more like a house than a storage container.I drove to my apartment and waited to see if The Brit would be home in time for dinner. When he didn't show, I made a pot pie in the microwave. I emailed him, but he didn't answer. I was. We would do the shopping and clean the house and, in fine weather, I would be in the garden. Saturday night was sitting in front of the TV as she was too tired to go out. As I said, we were boring and actually thought it was all good. Or so I thought.Stuck home alone on Saturdays I would be on the internet checking emails, etc. We had been married for probably 18 months. One Saturday I pressed the wrong button and the internet history came up. I was about to delete it when I noticed a series of.