He was smart and not bad looking but he was dry and boring with a very narrow view of things. In no uncertain terms he’d informed her that no wife o... his would work and she had set her sights on becoming a teacher. Even worse was the thought of years of marital relations when her desires would get scant attention. That had been the full extent of her sex life. Once she’d returned home after college her mother had reasserted her control, not that the men had been breaking down the door to get to. Now i was in total control of the situation. Before Divya could realise it i had started pulling her wrists and she seemed to know that i had the upper hand in this position, as she started having pain in her elbows. But through out this activity she did not stop the to and fro motion and she kept going up and down on my cock. I was in heaven. With so much activity going on the whole night, I thought Divya would be tired and sleeping the next day, but now she was as fresh as ever and wanting to. “Sure thing kiddo slide in here and get warm," I replied. We turned on a sitcom and were intently watching when Danny grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs. I gently rubbed her groin through her sweats. The way we had the blanket pulled up it made a tent so none of our movements could be seen by my wife sitting four feet away. I slid my hand under her waistband and was surprised she wasn’t wearing any panties. She parted her legs as I inched my way down to her warm pussy. She reached. She confessed that she was definitely much more attractive then all centre spread models who pose of magazine. Since that day I was obsessed with an idea of possessing my sexy wife’s nude photographs. I express my desire and requested her to pose as nude model exclusively for me, but she was very reluctant and adamant she refused to even pose in undergarments. Next day I left for official tour of one week as usual and she was alone at home she undressed herself fully again and stand in front of.