He started finger fucking me so fast I couldhear how wet I was. I reached up and grabbed the top of the chair as I came,arching my back, my pussy tigh...ening around his fingers.When my body finally calmed down I couldn't believe how hard I came. I looked atthe front of his pants and saw the huge bulge there. I stood up on shakey legs.I bent and took his hands, pulling him up and making him take my spot in thechair. I bent down on my knees in front of him. I started undoing his pans. Thewhole. But my husband is not having sex with me because of my problem.Me: I understand your situation but… Smitha: No but….She suddenly started coming close and hugging me. We were becoming hot. I wanted to stay calm but being a man, I was finding difficult to hold it. Her lips were so hot and attracting me. I got her lips and kissed her first time. She too cooperated smooth and it ended in 2-3 minutes. We stopped and looked at each other eyes. Her eyes were saying everything. I don’t understand why. Each morning I would wake up and fuck her before we got up. We would then dress and catch the same tube train to work and quite often be on the same train on the way back The place where she worked was just one stop before mine. As soon as we returned home from work it would be another fuck. Then when bedtime came it was either one or two fucks before we fell asleep. Maybe it was because of this routine one night I decided to vary it by fucking her, doggy style, in the ass.It was difficult at. Animals are moving around too; attracted by the ringing laugher and by the hope of some food left unguarded, but the parents intervene to keep their children safe and send back the wild animals back where they belong.I can feel my being getting colder and lost in the scenery. My mind floats away on the snowy fields carried by my soul. My freezing soul flies around the fields desperately looking for something but everything is covered in snow and the only thing it sees are other happy souls in.