Not to sound conceded, but I consider myself fairly nice looking man.My wife and I married when I was 21 and she was 19, everyone said we were to youn... but we're in love and we're both ready. It is now been 10 years since we married and are still very happy with each other.But our marriage hasn't always been bliss. About 4 years into our marriage, the sex life was starting to dull. We have always had regular sex up till about that time, you know...missionary, her on top, maybe an occasional. Your hands slide off my hair and pull me up for a kiss. I stand and readjust myself again as you refasten your pants. we head out of the stall and back to my desk, one last time.We sit, absolutely exhausted from this amazing day full of sexual tension and release. We are too tired to speak as we finish our last hour together. The final bell rings and we linger next to each other. We stand and clock out, not knowing where or what to do next. The whole office is empty now, everyone more than. I told her that her husband was a very lucky man. There was a pause before she said that he was a good man. She went on to say unfortunately he couldn't get the job done in the bedroom anymore.I was wondering if this was just a dream. If it was, it just got better. The final outfit was a tight leather dress and five-inch heels. We started and she slowly peeled off the dress to reveal a leather garter belt attached to black stockings, no bra, no panties.As she spread wide open on the set's bed I. "White sissy bitches like you belong on your knees,” you continue, as you place your strong hands on my shoulders and apply steady pressure until I am kneeling on the floor before you and your dick is inches from my mouth."I know you want to suck on this dick," you say. "This cock turns you on. You want it in your mouth.” With that you take your cock by the base and slap it across my face. Again and again, your heavy dick smacks against my cheeks, lips, and face."You’re just a pussy boy for my.