"You are ruining my marriage." Kyle, I am not ruining your marriage, you are. I am the last chance your marriage has. If your wife had chosen anyone e...se, your marriage would be over by now."He stammered and started to say something and I stared straight into his eyes and said “Shut the fuck up, right now.”He glared at me but his was quiet.“Let’s see, Kyle, if this sounds familiar. You barely touch your wife. You jerk off to all kinds of porn almost every night. You come home, tired, eat her. There were only two sounds that could be heard in the room; the first was the depressing rock music that emanated from the speakers of her computer. The second was coming from Sophia herself. Though her eyes had long since run dry of tears, the occasional dry sob leapt from her throat. Were there light, one would surely notice the wet streams on her face where the tears had fallen only moments before. She made no attempt to stop the crying and no resolve to control her emotions. Indeed, she. He kept fucking for a long time without stopping or even slowing his pace. At last his thrusting became irregular. He was sweating and dripping all over me. He told me that he was very close and soon shall fill me up. I was so happy to hear this because I needed it. I could feel his phat cock throb in my ass and the warmth of his fuck juice in the deep areas of my ass. He was shooting in my ass, OMG! He was shooting in my ass. It was no more a fantasy but a fact. I was his faggot and I wanted. She seemed to like me too, for within weeks we were an item. Within six months we were engaged and now we had been married for nearly nine months. I couldn't believe how good her figure was, I already mentioned her size 'B' breasts, and the rest was just as good, her slim flat middle of twenty-three inches, and then a good flare to her hips and nice long legs. If she wanted to she could have graced the pages of any men's magazine. Now at nineteen she was in her prime physically and sexually. At.