She did not resist. I managed to stealthily work my way beneath her top, and I freed her small breasts from underneath her bra. I stopped kissing her ...nd lifted her top revealing her petite yet perky tits. Her nipples were pink and puffy. Her breasts were so small that my entire mouth covered one entirely. I sucked both tits alternately and I could hear her breathing becoming more and more labored. I slid my hand down her belly. I untied her pants and slowly began feeling her crotch outside her. So far is all sex and fun. But with this new wrinkle that some bois wanted other bois fucking them we had to go ahead and change some rules just a bit. One, like I said above, all bois we had to know. Two, all sex with boi to boi was totally consensual. Nobody is going to be forced to do what they do not want to do. Three, all bois doing the “fucker” function would wear condoms. Four, no limits per station and per boi. So now we had a new aspect to count. Everything was going OK and all. "Where are you going? Go ahead and sit on it". I was happy, maybe I wouldn't be punished for my mistake. I began to ride him, slow at first, faster as I started to get more into it. "Do you think you can cum riding my cock?" he asked ever so sweetly. I nodded and began to ride him harder, and faster, grinding my pussy in the usual rhythm that makes me cum. As I neared my orgasm, and I got covered in goosebumps I heard "Get off. Get off my cock". I sadly stopped riding and went back to sucking. To be fair to Cathy, the decision wasn't discussed and it wasn't mutual That's when we had our next fight. It went on for almost a year, and life in our house was hell. Then almost overnight the fights stopped. That wasn't all that almost stopped. Sex and affection stopped, too, but I never suspected a thing.I'm not dumb, I knew that money was very important to Cathy, but I thought I could make that as a writer. If I had researched what writers make I might have reconsidered, but that was just.