" I did not even respond, for as I felt her nipples against my back, I felt something else against my leg. Her left arm reaches around my middle. She ...isses me on the back of my neck, and I feel her right hand guiding something inside me. My mind buzzing with the feel of her momentary breath in my ear, I accept her. Slowly I com to the realization that she is truly fucking me. With each deep penetration I feel her breasts brush my back. With each penetration I desire it more. I crave each. “Chris, about what happened: Did you enjoy it?” I thought a long time about how to answer this. “Yes .” “So did I. A lot.” “Me, too.” “I think about it constantly.” “Me, too.” “Have you thought about it while jacking off?” “Yes, many times.” There was another long pause before his next email came. “Do you want to do it again?” I thought a long time before answering this one, too. “Yes.” “Probably not at the gym, though,” he wrote . “Ha! No, probably not. I get queasy. Me:no prob aunty , apko help kar dunga ,kaam jaldi khatam ho jayegaaunty :ok chalome:bolo kya karna hainaunty :tum stool par chado main tumhe kuch saman dete hu sirf uppar rak denaMe:ok aunty niche jhuk thi tab main chura chura k aunty k hips aur unki boobs dhek leta tha kuch saman rakhne k baad aunty ka sarre ka pallu ghir gaya toh maine aunty ke cleavage dheka ,lund control nahi ho raha tha jeans main lund bahut tight ho gaya tha fir aunty apna pallu thik kiya aur mere se boli kya hua saman. He just reaps the benefits of having the perfect wife who loves him, who dutifully serves him like a good wife ought to, and makes his every day a dream come true.All in return for his undying love.And something else too, that only he can provide me...And provide he does.He works hard outside the house, and I work hard inside it.Each and every day, without fail, I cook, and clean, and shop for groceries.I look after myself, sure, but not before I look after him and his needs first.And each and.