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They had been having sex frequently, almost four times a day, and Jax was worried he might have overdone it. Richy felt the blunt, slick pressure of the doctor’s gloved finger against his puckered hole and gasped, his fingers clawing at the paper covering the exam table. The pressure increased and Richy cried out, instantly clamping hard, just to keep that finger from sliding into his intimate area. It felt unnatural, and he didn't like it. “Breathe out,” Dr Stanley instructed, his voice cold. The finger pushed past the tight ring of muscle and Richy’s body resisted, clenched, then yielded until the doctor’s finger was deep inside him. Richy panted, tears springing to his eyes.

But after some minutes he finally gave in to his own burning desires and since then we've made love every single day to make up for all the lost times we didn't have! And it was sweet hot, sexy, steamy and passionate and we discovered new things, new spots of our body that we liked to be touched specially him with his scars, but i showed all my love and he took it all in like a sponge and now, our sexlife is even better than before all this mess!!!. End of flashback. I'm getting out of my deep thinking by the squeezing of my hand by Riley who is waiting for my answer: "Yes I do!" I say and they pronounce us officially as husband and wife and then he lifts up my chin with his finger and looks

Our marriage was on the skids until my wife role-played her fantasy of being my Dominatrix My wife, Freya , and I had been married nearly ten years. We had been happy, our sex life had been good, and finances secure. But lately, the spark was gone. It used to be that when we had sex, it was exuberant, frenetic, sweaty, fuck-till-you-drop raunchy humping. Now, the sex was routine. It was the same thing every time, over and over. Nothing was new and it wasn’t exciting anymore.

I dominated them relentlessly, my muscled arms flexing as I held her leg high, my other hand bruising his hip, thrusting between their holes with urgent rhythm. The office air thickened with the scent of sex—musky sweat, her sweet arousal, his earthy heat—every sense overwhelmed. Emotion surged through me too; this wasn't just fucking, it was claiming them, husband and wife yielding to my massive cock, their marriage twisting into this heated threesome where I was the center, the one making them whole. Mrs. Collins' nails dug into my shoulders, sharp bites that sent jolts straight to my balls, her curvy body arching as I slammed back into her pussy.

“Last night was obviously not the first time, how many times have you done it with him?” I sighed. “Do we seriously have to talk about this?” This was my sex life. It was none of his business. “Answer me!” Well, since he wanted to hear it, I’ll tell him. “I don’t know. I wasn’t counting.” “When…When did you even get together with him?” I rubbed my temple. “Hmm, I met him before our divorce, remember when we went to that anniversary party and he kind of informed everyone around that we had met before, I lied about how we met so he wouldn’t tell everyone how we really met.” I taunted.

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

"Don't forget, under the law, adultery and having children outside the marriage aren't automatic grounds for a divorce. "As long as I refuse to agree, you won't be able to divorce me. I'll drag this out for as long as it takes. I'll make sure you're stuck with me as your husband for the rest of your life." Then he finally revealed what he really wanted. "Of course, if you insist on getting divorced, that's fine. But I want half of the marital assets. Otherwise, there's nothing to discuss." Looking at the ugly expression on his face, I let out a quiet sigh.

Days, Months, and Years passed by. Things were not as smooth as they seemed to be. The level of worries for Anjana was increasing day by day. And one day something happened that she was never ready to accept it. While she was cleaning old things from the bed box, she found some greeting cards with some romantic notes on them. However, she already knew that Amreet was having a girlfriend before marriage, but, that hardly made her worried much because it was all before her marriage. but, one day when she opened his f******k account, she found that both of them has chatted together even after their marriage. This made her very much agitated.

She was a woman who had found her home in the arms of a giant. The story of her innocence was over. The story of her life with Liam was just beginning. And it was going to be a story full of raw sex, deep love, and a passion that would never fade.

Some of these factors include: a. Over Stress: This factor affects mostly women. When a woman is overstressed, she is hardly in the mood of having sex. There are two major ways couples, especially wives can be stressed. One is emotionally and two is the loss of energy or physical tiredness. When one is emotionally down or lacks physical energy, sex in marriage becomes a little boring. To solve this problem, husbands should assist their wives in domestic work, such as home cleaning, cooking (if need be), and caring for the children. These are what husbands need to do for their wives until their children become old enough to take over. On the other hand, women should be able to respect their h