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“I made you say ‘Enough!’” he said with glee.
“Mmm?” I was exhausted from several hours of sex. Words weren’t making much sense to me.
“You! You said ‘Enough!’ You are supposed to be the one who can never get enough!”
I thought back through recent events. “I’m sure I didn’t say ‘Enough!’”
“You did! I clearly remember it!” He sounded more triumphant than I thought he should.
“When do you think I said ‘Enough!’? Because I don’t remember it at all.” I was perking up now and enjoying the argument. I enjoy most arguments which are conducted naked in bed with an opponent’s limbs wrapped around me and his half-hard cock pressed into my hip.
“You said ‘Enough!’ when I was fisting you.”
I paused and thought back. Finally I got it.
“The reason I said ‘Enough!’ when you were fisting me was because your wedding ring was pinching the skin on the inside of my vagina every time you moved your hand! That’s the ONLY reason I said ‘Enough!’”
“Oh! I’m sorry!” He hugged me with his arms and his legs. “I’ll remember next time to fist you only with the non-wedding-ring hand.”
“Good,” I said.
*Short pause, during which various cuddly activities took place.*
“I suppose this is why they say you shouldn’t mess around with a married man, eh?”
“Because when you mess around with a married man, his wedding ring pinches the skin on the inside of your vagina?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m positive that’s the main reason why there’s a rule about not messing around with a married man.”

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