As he held her hips in place I pulled her head down with me as I knelt in front of her. I was on my knees with my lovely wife bent over at the waist, ...ur mouths locked together. I reached out and ripped her panties down her legs. With the strength of a wild a****l I tore her panties apart like they were paper. Hot tears of fear and passion were flowing from her eyes and burning a trail across my face. Driven by lust I reached between their bodies and unfastened his pants. I pulled them open and. I had zero confidence to talk to girls and seduce them. So I thought, at least this way, I will finally get some action.In a couple of months, my mom finally found a girl for me. It was one of her friends’ daughters. Her name was Neha, and she was 21. It was a typical Indian arranged marriage. I met Neha only once before I got married to her. She wore a dress. She was fair, with a cute round face.She was also 5 ft 6 in tall but much slimmer than my mom. On the whole, she was very pretty, but I. When I strolled through Lane Bryant: "Wouldn't it be nice to know if this thing will fit before I pay for it?" scratched at the base of my neck. When the night became late in my motel room: "Damn it would be nice to take a walk in a skirt!" began to claw somewhere above my right eye. But the next morning, when I crawled blearily out of bed, the thought became "I'm gonna kill myself if I get my hands on anything sharp when I feel like this!", and the beard was safe for another day.That is until. In their daily life, the relationship was reasonably equal. They both did things and went places the other wanted. Big decisions like where to go on vacations were discussed and made together; sometimes, one getting their way, and sometimes the other would, but mostly they both agreed. But Barb was somewhat submissive to him when it came to anything sexual. He didn't push her often on other things, but he tended to take a strong lead about trying new things when it came to sex. When they had.