I was raised to believe that women shouldn't be aggressive in bed. That was for sluts and whores. I concluded that any problems with our sex life was ...rin’s problem not mine. I finally admitted to myself that my reaction to her job offer was out of line. I was surprised when I saw the new lexus. I wanted to be the one to give my wife things and at our current level of income our ten year old honda accord was all we could afford. I still couldn't get over the fact that my wife had a newer car. She came inside turn on the shower and slowly started to massage my body with her huge boobs. She held my head and pushed me to her cleavage. I started to squeeze her boobs with both the hands, She was enjoying it with a moan.She started to pull my hairs hardly. Started to kiss and locked her lip. Her tongue started to roll in my mouth, it was so great.She put soap oil to the whole body and one more round of boob massage. After soap wash, she slowly went on her knee and slowly started to stroke. The light was not blinking. "I took some messages for you, they're on your desk." she saidShe followed me to the living room to show me where she had placed the messages. "Did you get some rest today? You didn't have to answer the phone." She looked better than she had that morning but her eyes were still puffy. I looked into her eyes with concern."You look cute," I said. I had stopped by the book store and found a college T-shirt. I had also taken a chance and bought her a pair of below-the-. That I liked him holding my body down and…and fucking me. I wanted the pain to stop, but I didn’t want him to stop.”He held his cock-head just inside my young pussy and then I moaned. I made my body struggle, but I looked over my shoulder through my curly hair and I know my eyes told him everything. I know, that I pleaded for more of him in me with my eyes, even as my body was racked with the extreme stretching pain between my narrow hips. Karl’s face changed from an expression from.