I let my emotions get the best of me last night. Dylan, baby, I'm frustrated too. I ... I only wanted to show you how much I love you, how much you re...ally mean to me."Aware his wife wouldn't look at him, he bitterly replied, "How much I mean to you? Don't make me laugh. You dressed the part, and acted like I meant something. But when 'nothing' happened what did happen—Mari?"Mari stuttered, "Dylan I ... I..." Damn it Mariette, WHAT happened?" he screamed."I ... I ... c ... c ... called you .... After some time she was getting irritated with it and pulled me towards herself by which my penis completely went inside.Now I knew she was enjoying it. I started stroking her hard and pressing her boobs hard. She was now moaning at top of her voice now. I remembered that a lot of women like to ride the cock. So I laid on the bed and her on the top of me. It was a beautiful sight of her boobs moving up and down rhythmically. The room filled with moans and the stocking sounds. I was about to cum. “It’s okay, but back off some; don’t hug me.” Her hand slid down his ribs and then his hip. “You don’t have anything on,” she whispered. He sighed and tried to relax, feeling his penis getting excited. She took her hand away and turned over so her back was to him. “This better?” she asked quietly. “Yes, I guess so.” He tried to slow his breathing, lay on his back and felt his cock filling and rising. He grasped the sheet, downing the urge to grab it. His swelling rod quivered, rubbed the sheet. He looked up at her. Thinking he was going to pull away again she pleaded, almost desperately, "Please..." She started to reach up for him and pull him towards her when he abruptly pushed forward into her. She was so wet that he slid in easily and both of them moaned softly at the sensation. It was so satisfying to at last get what she wanted, that it was almost enough. Until he drew back and started to push in again. Then she never wanted it to stop. His hands stayed on her legs for support as.