I decided that one night I would get my wife's interest and write her a story about my fantasy. Late that night I sent it to her. My wife usually like...d my stories and made her very aroused. With only a couple of hours of work left she finished reading and text me to tell me how amazing my mind is and couldn't wait for me to get home. I knew that this was my chance so I text mickey and had him meet me after work to follow me home. By the time I got off work my wife was almost begging for me to. There was no alcohol that night, but she gave me the first foot massage that didn't tickle and that was intoxicating enough. When it was over, I hugged her tightly with gratitude, but a new feeling came over me. We'd only just begun seeing one another again and having her in my arms was stirring up old passions.Pulling back slightly, I looking into her big eyes and kissed her like we'd never stopped going out. Her tongue wiggled side to side in that familiar way and the scent of her hair was. You’re so wet for me, it’s hard to keep from getting carried away.”He pressed it in again, and Aurora’s breath got heavy as he started a rhythm, her watching him as he watched and pushed the ball further into her, letting it push back out. Her entrance stretched and closed, stretched and closed, until the ball was finally at it’s widest point and Aurora could feel her entrance muscles pause around it, clenching until it slipped that final curve and gently sucked into her, her inner muscles. She started jumping on it and small screams. Now I wanted to do it my way. I made her stand and kept her one leg on the wooden table we were sitting on and started pumping her in the side ways. She started screaming, “Faster sir. I got her into missionary position and again fucked hard with lot of pace. She was tight and I was going mad. I spit on her face. She said nothing I again spit on her face and slapped her twice on her cheeks very hard. Tears rolled down with loud screams. I pulled out.