I only told you because I thought you needed to know not to make you marry me. Second I was a virgin, not only were you my first but I enjoyed how you... controlled our sex. You taught me how much fun sex could be and I wanted you to keep doing that but you changed after we got married. If you don't mind me saying so you kind of became a wimp. I tried making you demand sex by turning you down but that didn't seem to work. So I wrote a fake journal describing things I wanted you to do to me. I left. She sucked me off so good that I came straight into her mouth that she swallowed every bit and told me that she now wanted me to fuck her so hard.I lifted her up, turned her around and tossed her to the end of the bed and she was having fun I tell you! I slid my big, hard, thick cock slowly first into her soaking wet, tight, sexy pussy and she moaned again. I gradually increased the speed and depth of my cock banging inside of her and you could hear my ball bag slapping on her pubic area while. She gave me the coffee and sat down on the bed. She crossed her legs, and I could see that she had shaved her cunt. My pajamas got a big tent with my morning wood. “Take off the T-shirt. Let me see how you cleaned up. Looks good, now remove my shorts and suck me.”She pulled off my shorts, knelt between my legs, and was sucking me when my phone rang. “Hi, Ali, what’s happening?” He was my college buddy and co-worker. We were very close friends since college and had even shared a girlfriend in. The only link between him and I was Mr. Piedmont and I was more than certain that if something went wrong Mr. Piedmont would side with him. Never the less I opened the door and greeted him with a smile. He was very handsome, older, probably in his 40’s, dressed really nice and smelled amazing.“Sara?” his eyes scanned me from head to toe and there was a certain excitement in the air. It was like I could sense not only his approval but also his lust.“Yes, hi….Come in. Have a seat. Can I get you.