I reciprocated her affection, and drank in her lust as my eyes closed in bliss. She parted from the embrace in a gasp, and I could feel her heart thru...ming through her pressing breasts. She reached back, grabbed my cock, and positioned it at her slick, tight entrance. I felt her petals give way to my rigid heat, and I felt her body weight shift slowly backward. Her violet eyes never left mine as she slowly, tenderly, took my virginity.“That’s it,” she whispered, her words breathy in her excited. “So if you’re not worried about them, what has you so perplexed?” Rich asked her. She twisted in her seat so she was facing him. “This is the first time we’ve spent the night together,” she said. “What if you don’t like it?” “What’s not to like, Em?” Rich responded. “I don’t know. Maybe you won’t like the way I cook, or how I look in the morning. Maybe you won’t be pleased…” “With how you fuck?” Rich asked. “Really? We’ve already been there. I like that a lot.” “That was just one time, Rich,”. I heard her move back to me this time, so it was not a surprise when I felt her hand go back in my hair and this time pull in a way which meant she wanted me to stand, which I was glad to do as my knees were in agony from the kneeling. She pushed and pulled at me until she had me the way she wanted me, with my head and upper body leaning into the corner supporting me and my feet slightly away from the wall. She leant in against me, her body fully against mine, and I could feel the cloth of her. “And especially so if you’re aroused” – my mother said inan imperial tone to me. They threatened to use corporalpunishment if I didn’t comply with my wife’s wishes,since – in their viewpoint – the only reason I wouldn’tdo this for my wife is that I was saving it for anotherwoman. No matter how I tried to dwell on the subject ofmasturbation being less manly and humiliating, it carriedno weight with this female inquisition team of my wifeand.