“I could resolve that ‘problem’ for you..I have a few minutes.”She pulled the waistband of my underwear away from my stomach and peered inside.... “Mmmmm, nice!” She reached in and wrapped her fingers around my stiffness, sliding them gently up and down, from the base to the swollen, sensitive tip. I groaned in appreciation but as she began to wank me in earnest, I got a vivid picture of Marcus’s hand job in my mind and I recalled the splattering noises my spunk had made on the tiled floor of the. So, I put my arm around her, grabbed one of her ample breasts, and rammed my cock into her pussy.“Whoa! Bill! Not there! You’re supposed to be in my ass!”“I want to fuck you, Ashley. I always have.”“No, Bill. We’re not supposed to!”“Shh. Just enjoy my cock,” I whispered in her ear as I began to fuck her harder.“Mmm, Bill. This is not right.”“You love my cock inside you, don’t you Ashley?”She finally gave in and said, “Yes. You feel so good inside me. I’ve had fantasies about you fucking me.”“I. From there I slowly inserted the vibes, each was thick but not as thick as me. It took some effort to get them in their respective holes, by the time they were in she was panting heavily. To make sure she didn't force them out I used the bondage tape and taped them in. I then taped the bullet to her mound right above the clamp on her clit. I then, in my evil genius, turned the vibes and bullet on the highest setting. She began to thrash and kicked at the bed as sensation flooded her mind. Her. A few months ago I was sorting through stuff for a car boot sale and came across some of those first photos James took of her. They’d escaped the anger of our break up, and the purges of subsequent relationships.The prints are excellent, professional, his camera obviously expensive — which really did mean costly back then. Her beautiful animal physicality breathtakingly conjured, the camera transforming her into something more than she ever really was as my wife. James as a photographer has.