“Why don’t you go and get fresh” insisted Unmesh, showing the direction of the washroom.Arpita looked at him and then towards her husband, and t...en finally stood up to leave towards that direction upon her husband’s insistence.“It is going to be difficult for you if you stay” Unmesh told to Pritam as soon as Arpita had left for the washroom. Pritam looked back at him, not knowing what to say or what to do. Should he leave? Or should he stay back for his wife? But inside he realised that Unmesh. It is true, distance makes the heart grow fonder and the chut go wetter and the lund go harder. We do our bit to keep it going – loads of sexting and cyber sessions, raunchy pictures, and voice notes. But this piece is not on the regular, it is on how we continue to surprise ourselves by the craziness even after four years.We met in a third location (country) after seven months of separation and I remember, we had a long one hour drive from the airport to the hotel. Now this country is a little. When the second week started we realized she had to get more clothes. Since my wife was taking care of my sick k**, I offered to take her out shopping. We went to a mall and she held my arms all along and we shopped all day stopping for coffee and lunch. She seemed to be having so much fun. We were like when we were k**s again, she never stopped talking, laughed, acted silly and jumped around and on more than a few occasions brushed herself against me. Anyone would have guessed us as a couple. It slid in smoothly. As I kissed her deeply I could feel my shaven balls resting on her spiky mound while my shaft was deep inside her and luxuriating in her warm, roomy vaginal passage. I began to slide out and in, out and in again and again until with a final heaving thrust, deposited my spunk in hot gushes as far into her as I could then continued to rut with her until my cock became flaccid and plopped wetly out of cunt; sliding down to and over her bum hole followed closely by a mixture of.