We had chatted for over 6 months now. I was also happy in my marriage. The bottled-up feelings had an outlet.So, I used to stay happy. The hubby was s...ill not having sex with me. Only once or twice a month. But I never had sex roleplays with Kunal. I could never get any feeling of having sex over the chat. It never excited me. What excited me was talking about sex but not roleplays.But most of it, I had got a friend to chat with my normal life. This continued for 18 months. We used to start. Now don’t go anywhere. Wait for some time. I will prepare breakfast soon.She went to the kitchen. I went to my aunt. She was in the guest room.Me: Why didn’t you pick my call? I was searching for you since morning.Aunt: My phone was in silent mode, Rishi, and it was kept in my vanity bag. I didn’t know that you called me.Me: I missed you so much last night. I am sorry for what happened yesterday.Aunt: That’s okay. Forget it.My eyes were scanning her boobs over her saree while she was having. They ate, glancing at each other and smiling wanly but saying little, watching each other over the rim of their coffee cups.“Samantha,” he said eventually as he finished his second croissant.“Yes. Honey?” She answered him enquiringly: he used her full name.“You remember what we were saying before Julie arrived, about needing to find a way to be together?”“Yes, honey. You’re surely right, we do. But we’ve been together again for only three hours after, how long? I’d say, about a year and a. She has nice figure and it was showing through her bra and petticoat quite prominently. I was rather stunned and didn’t say anything. Then she asked me if I also wanted to be comfortable. I could nit answer in disbelief. But she got up came near me and said ‘didi ab to hum sambandhi hein sharmana kaisa ‘ and literally started taking off my saree. I showed some initial resistance but later relented. Then after some time we continued out talk/chat lying on the bed side by side. She complimented.