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had her own ideas. She latched both her hands down onto my shoulders and proceeded to half rock herself up and down and half shove my body back and forth with such force she was practically ramming my head into the headboard. Concussion notwithstanding, it was the best five minutes of my life. She fucked me with such command and control while I was powerless underneath her the whole time. By the

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end we both climaxed at the same time and she collapsed on top of me and promptly passed out, while I was still inside her. I didn’t mind though. I reveled in the feeling of my wife’s body on top of me, even if she was bigger than me. Not that I was a small guy, but at 5′ 11 she was a full 8 inches taller that me and probably had at least 30 pounds on me. It wasn’t long till I passed out from

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exhaustion too, but that sure didn’t last all night. Clarissa woke up twice more in the middle of the night and ravished me both times similar to the first… and I couldn’t have been happier. This trend continued for the next few weeks, with her taking even more control in the bed room. She would whip me into every position she could manage with her cast on and several more I’d never consider

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ed possible, but I loved every minute of it. I was counting the seconds at work till I could get home and let her have her way with me. So the Friday her cast was coming off I decided to leave work early and surprise her at home with some flowers, champagne and lingerie I had bought the day earlier to celebrate. When I walked through the front door I immediately knew something was amiss. As I

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yelled hello while shutting the door I could hear her struggling with something and swearing to herself from her office. Clarissa? I called, as I walked down the hall toward her office door. Be out in a minute! she yelled while still wrestling with something. Is everything okay? I was mere steps away from the door now. Don’t come in! I’ll be out in a sec! she screamed sensing I was almost at h

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er door. C’mon honey, what going onnnnn… I said as I rounded the corner. At this point I had to pause to take in what I was seeing. Clarissa was hunched over in her office chair with her back to me, fighting with something in her lap. She was wearing blue jeans, a t-shirt and a ball cap with her hair stuffed up inside of it. This may be normal for some women from time to time, but I’d never

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seen my wife in anything but a dress, or blouse and slacks or whatever, but it was always feminine looking. She didn’t even own a pair of sweats. As I continued to look I noticed what seemed like porn on the computer screen. It was a little hard to tell with her in the way, but in kind of looked like some dude was really pounding the crap out of a hot little blond on some patio furniture. Are.

.. are you watching porn? I asked a little slowly. She hastily looked up and I could hear her say ’shit!‘ under her breath as she immediately hit a few keys on the keyboard and the image disappeared. Dammit George… I told you I’d be right out! she said in frustration as she went back to struggling with something in her lap. Honey… look… its okay. I don’t mind if you watch porn. Hell I’ll

even watch it with you, I told her, Is this what’s caused the new spark in our love life, because if it is I’ll start ordering it by the metric ton! I was trying to lighten the mood a little, but I could see her make one final move with her arm then heard the zipper on her jeans zip up. She slumped her shoulders, placing her hands on the armrests and hung her head a little and sighed. I walke

d up behind her and gently started massaging her neck. That was odd, from the top down view of her in the chair it looked like she had almost no tits. Really honey… its alright. I love you so much I’d be willing to do anything to keep you happy. Absolutely anything, I told her. It was the truth. I would have jumped in front of a speeding train if it had made her happy. She slowly sat up stra

ight in the chair and tilted her head back to look at me. Anything? she asked. Anything, I assured her. She straightened her head and turned her chair around toward me as she cleared her throat. As she faced me for the first time since I got home I noticed that she looked, well, a lot like a guy. The ball cap, t shirt, jeans and damn it… I was sure her tits had almost vanished. Then, as I looked closer, I could swear she had a bulge in the front of her pants. She stood up and pulled me close, grabbing my ass with one hand as she pulled me in and kissed m

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