Cindy was curled up in a ball, weeping. My badly bruised love for her almost took me back to apologize, but something held me back. A line had been cr...ssed.After many, many beers, I managed to take a piss by standing nearly on my head. I shucked my clothes and crashed onto the couch, pulling a light blanket over me. Cindy would raise hell in the morning about getting body oils on the upholstery, but it wasn't my problem any more.Thanks to the beers, I dropped off fairly quickly, even though my. Sometimes she gives me releasewith her mouth. Sometimes she masturbates me with my hands cuffed over myhead to our bedframe. She likes to remind me that she is in control. I likeit that way.After cuddling in the living room, we retire to bed. I am forbidden to stayup later than her. She insists that I go to our marital bed first and waitfor her, and make myself available for her pleasure there. Often, she likesto sit on my face or sit aside my hips and suck and bite my nipples andafterwards. I couldn’t tell if she was touching herself or not. I began focusing on Cee’s pleasure. I softly stroked her clit just the way she loves it. When I did, I leaned down and whispered into her ear, “I love you.” Those words generated warmth. It was like your grandmother’s oven, not like a microwave. We melted a little more into one another. Katie may as well have been invisible. My hand and fingers wanted to take my wife somewhere beautiful. As her excitement grew, she reached over and began. I only have half the money, but my Mom guilt-tripped him into letting me drive it in the meantime,” he explained. “Whatever works, can we put the top down?” I asked. “Sure, but let’s do that after we smoke that joint,” he replied. “Right, good call,” I said, feeling stupid. “So where to?” he asked as he approached the intersection leaving the school. I directed him to new housing development, where all the houses were only half built. Construction only seemed to happen every other day,.