After a short rest, we showered together. I soaped her back and then her front. As I ensured her boobs were VERY clean, her tiny palms massaged my sensitive dick, causing it to rise again. I fucked my wife right there in the tub: I turned her back to me, leaned her against the wall, and shoved my organ into her snatch from behind. It was a great day!

In the next several months, our sex life diminished slightly, but not too much. One time, during a missionary position, Paula grimaced. I pulled out and noticed blood on my member. We stopped and rushed to the hospital. The gynecologist examined...