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Rose leaned against the counter daydreaming, the soapy dishes in front of her being cleaned by unthinking hands. A shiver curled from her neck down to her toes, as she remembered last night?s bout of love-making. Her husband was perfect in her eyes, and last night was the first time in their marriage that they had ever gotten into a row that large. She wasn?t the stay-at-home type. She never had been. But here she was, at home. She had felt whipped. Something inside her went off yesterday, and all of her independence came back in a flash. Her husband had walked through the door, also upset, from his day at work, and the two of them had had a head on collision. Of course, they both realized that they were being silly in the end, but she had to admit that the sex last night had been wonderful. She was debating making him angry more frequently. A small part of her smiled at the idea of making him angry today, but she didn?t want to give him a heart attack so she figured she?d wait. Suddenly she felt arms around her waist, and the plate she had been washing clattered into the sink.********************************************* ************************************************** ***** He loved his wife to death, but yesterday he might have been a bit rough with escort izmit her. They had fought and his instincts had risen to the forefront of his brain. He had dominated her completely and, even though she had moaned his name during her submission, he knew that wasn?t who she was, and he was afraid that he may have let his harsher side ruin their relationship. He hadn?t been able to talk to her about it this morning before he left for work and he didn?t feel like waking her up at the time. He had completely exhausted her the night before. Now he wished that he had woken her up. He didn?t want her confused and hurting all day the way that he was afraid she was. He picked up a bouquet of daisies and sunflowers on the way home, hoping to smooth the way to her forgiveness. He really did only want to please her, and last night he felt that he had really only pleased himself. He had made her orgasm to be sure, multiple times, but that didn?t mean that all was well outside of the marriage bed. He knew from experience that things happen in a bedroom under the full heat of lust that wouldn?t happen otherwise. He didn?t think that she would ever let him dominate her in such horrific ways. He cringed slightly, remembering how pink his hand had made izmit escort her ass. Despite his fear of her loathing, his cock grew at the remembrance of her gasps and moans as he pounded into her. God, how could he go on without having that experience? He loved how submissive she was last night. How could he ever go back to before? He pulled into the driveway with unease settling in his chest and the bouquet out and ready as a peace offering. He was almost sure that he was going to feel her hurt the second he opened that door. He wanted to surprise her and also avoid her upset stare as he confronted her, so he decided to test the waters and sneak in the side door. She never locked it, no matter how many times he told her she should. This would allow him to observe her emotions, while also proving to her that she should lock that damn door. He smiled at his corrupt way of thinking. Damn, he knew he really just wanted to scare the living day lights out of her. It would defuse her tension and give him a reason to take her into his arms and assure her that everything was alright. This was his expectation. What he wasn?t expecting was to walk in and see his beautiful wife day dreaming at the sink, humming softly to herself izmit kendi evi olan escort with a small smile curving her lips. He watched for a few minutes as she moved from one plate to the next, her mind obviously finding joy elsewhere. He had never thought that such a mundane chore as doing the dishes could make a woman look so unbelievably sexy. Her blue sundress went down to just above her knees and her shapely calves curved down to her pink toes. He watched as she shifted from foot to foot, her curvy body swaying slightly with her song. His cock jumped to attention. He wanted to take her all over again. It was a damned shame that he would never be able to see her submissive, like she was last night. He lightly set the flowers down on the table and slid his arms around her waist, nestling kisses below her ear and at the curve of her neck. The yelp she emitted made his blood stir in remembrance of last night, and the clattering of the plate sent soapy water down the front of her dress and onto his arms. He curled his hands into her now empty fingers and felt her relax into his body. ?How in the world did you get in here?? she sighed as he continued his assault on her neck. ?You know that side door I keep telling you to lock?? He smiled lightly into her neck and moved up to nibble her ear. ?Oh...? He smiled at how breathy her voice had gotten over the last few seconds. Her mind was getting sluggish and his cock was getting hard. ?Should I be punished for not listening?? He stopped his assault, completely caught off guard.