We had sex because we had to, but he couldn't keep hard long enough to cum. We want to get pregnant, but he can't cum for me. Finally, he came out and...admitted it to me. He cried, apologized. He even said, I should find a nice Indian guy and have an affair, so we can have a family. How can I live with the man? How can I go on? Is he sure? Even I experimented in college, but shouldn't he have figured things out before marrying me? I can't do anything because of the shame it would bring my. He was in total control of me and I never felt so powerless during sex before, and I loved how that felt to me. He started slowly and then lifted me up and down higher and faster and his dick went further and further inside of me. I think he got all 11 inches in me for a while and it didn't hurt me at all from that position. Then he told me to turn around and ride me face to face. That was just as good and I did some of the work riding his dick up and down and he helped with his hands too. Then. One fateful night in August, Heather was spending the night again. She and I and my sister ended up watching movies in our living room until late into the night. I dozed on the floor for a while, and woke to find Heather lying next to me, watching the current movie. "Top Gun" again, I think it was. They LOVED Tom Cruise back then.My sister was asleep on the couch, and Heather and I were quietly talking and flirting with each other. As we heard soft snoring from the couch, I leaned forward and. I walked slowly to the door and listened. Bree was in her room sobbing. I knocked softly on the door."Come in," sobbed Bree.I stepped carefully into the room. Bree was still naked and laying face down on her bed sobbing. I fought with every bit of my self-control to not stare at her beautiful bottom pointed up at me and try to take the situation seriously.I cleared my throat working up the courage to speak. "Bree, we need to talk."Bree turned over to face me, but still lying down. This view was.