She walked into my room as i backed up and leaned onto the side of my bed still acting the innocent one.she closed the door and turned and put her han...ds on her hips to face me, in almost a bad-cop fashion. it became hard for me not to chuckle at her."If you're going to watch porn, at least have headphones. or turn down the volume." she said, almost viciously while still almost whispering."i still have no idea what you're talking about." i still kept the charade going."uh huh..and what if i. How can he?" I asked her. "He calls it my poy belly. It really hurts my feelings." "I can imagine. It's pretty thoughtless." "He..." she started speak and lapsed into a brief silence. "We haven't...you know...had...uhm, sex for some time. Not since I really began to show." I sat there in silent shock at what this beautiful woman was telling me and could not comprehend the reasons behind such an act. Then I saw a tear seeping from her eye and tracing a slow path down her cheek. My immediate. You are indeed beautiful. Thank you for marrying me." You're most welcome, kind sir," she said past a chuckle. "And thank you for marring me. But now, you're stuck with me. Till death do us part, and all that," she finished more seriously."As it should be," he agreed. Motioning to the bottle sitting in ice on the coffee table, "Diana and the others really went out of their way to make everything nice for us. That dress is beautiful as was the wedding. Care to sample the wine they have left for. " She shook her upper body, making her breasts wiggle under her blouse. "Come on, Ron, you can talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?" Her fingers started doing delightful things to my balls through my pants, and as much as I wanted to get up and run, I wanted her hands to touch me that much more.It was too much to take. I groaned and grabbed her breasts through the thin blouse. "Walk this," I snarled as I flipped the last few buttons out of their holes. No bra, for sure, and nice perky.