"What is that powerful smell?" asked Divya smiling."What powerful smell?" asked Erica."You know what I am talking about," said Divya."No what?" said E...ica."Someone has a dirty crotch that needs cleaning," said Divya."My crotch is clean," said Erica smiling."Ya but it smells so dirty and musky," said Divya."It smells like me when I haven't showered in over a day," said Erica."Just the way I like it my bitch," said Divya who would kiss his wife's face a few more times before working his way. She had really seemed happy the last week or so, and if making her happy meant breaking a rule now and then, which I had already broken once, maybe I should. If anyone ever found out, would it really matter how many times we had done it? All I knew was I could not leave her this way. I did the only thing I could think of to do. I kissed her. Long. Hard. And passionately. I teased her lips open, and played with her tongue. I kissed her for probably five minutes, and when we finally broke the. As I sat at a table sipping my whisky, I contemplated on my current relationship and tried to figure out at what point it had become so predictable and comfortable - okay, I admit it, boring. I started thinking about those wonderful past days where everything was new and exciting. The sex was hot and plentiful as we explored each other’s newly discovered bodies, finding out what made each other shiver and shake to ultimate explosive orgasms. However, as relationships develop, so do routines,. Color was starting to return toMelissa’s face. Now her emotions were so mixed, relief, fear,shame, embarrassment, anger and admiration. James was a ‘whiteknight’. “Listen dear one, you lay on the couch and I’ll fix you somewarm tea to drink. I’m sorry I don’t have anything stronger, butI don’t drink alcohol.”“Tea would be fine.” Finally some clear words were coming outof her mouth. “James, thank you for saving me. I.