Ever since they have been married she stared at this picture every time she passed it.

"Do you like me?" He was feeling on her ass.

Stop touching me. Please, don't do this! "I love you."

He was pulling down her shorts and her panties, getting on his knees.

"Then show me how much. Push your
pussy back on my tongue. I wanna make you come, Jadish! I know you be fucking yourself with the bedroom door knob."

Her smell, her fragrance lapping the
contours of her expensively-perfumed skin turned him on. He was rubbing her pussy from the back, sticking in thick fingers one by one and she
winced.

He was sucking on her ass cheek,
spreading them and sliding his tongue all over her tight hole. She shuddered with glee. Wow. Oh my God!

He was hard for days. He needed his wife. He sensually bit her ass cheek, careful not to inflict pain and she melted.

Deeply offended, she pulled up her clothes.

It took great effort.

"Did you ask to do that?" She couldn't catch her breath.

He gushed with anger. "Why should I have to? I'm your husband. That's my pussy!"

She was shaking her head, disgusted.

"Yes, you are and you still got to respect me. This is my juicy coochie. Not yours! You don't just go pulling off my clothes, man. Who do you think you are?"

He couldn't believe this was happening. Trapped inside this torture chamber called marriage was not good for him.

He pointed at the paining. "I'm not the dead Christ, I can tell you that."

She averted her face, her temples twitching. She needed a cigarette. Badly.

He shot, "You can't look at me? Why are you still staring at that ugly gahdamn painting?"

She turned to face him, pointing.

"Grow up. Please! It's just a painting!"

Despoiled, he took the painting from the wall and brutally smashed it against a nearby lacquered chair.

Shocked beyond her wildest dreams, her heart shattered with it. She was
paralyzed from the neck down. She could not move.

How could he do that? How could he destroy her immortality?

He was now stomping it, and said, "Fuck you and this painting! And dinner tasted like shit."

She rushed over to the broken pieces, falling to her knees. She cried so hard she cracked open.

"You destroyed it, you destroyed my art!"

She was trying to put the pieces back together like a puzzle. Her hair hung in her face.

"You are a mad man. You have no feelings for me. All you care about is sex!" she stammered.

She couldn't get a grip on reality.

His heart bled for her, but he was tired of showing it so he held it inside.

Frazzled, he went upstairs and slammed the bedroom door closed, rushed to the bathroom and took off
his pants.

Taking out the lotion bottle, he opened the closet and reached for the nude magazines. hiding behind a pile of neatly folded towels of assorted colors.

Hastily opening Black Ass Tails magazine, he sat on the toilet and laid the magazine on the floor...

He lathered his hands. And he stroked his dick into a powerful orgasm, calling out his wife's name.

He couldn't take his eyes off the female with the bubble ass.

He had cut off one of his wife's pictures and put her face on the porn model...