Oh shit hurt my goddamn pussy.....Mmmmm!" Robert slapped her ass hard as he pumped her harder. Even the pillows couldn't keep her sexual noises down; ...he just got louder and dirtier. Robert enjoyed sessions like this with his wife, it was always so exciting, and it was like fucking a whore and not feeling guilty about it. He was also hugely turned on by the sight of her ass crashing back into his groin, the smacking sounds of their skins making high velocity contact. Oh sweet! He thought, ‘so. We went out to dinner a few nights later, I drove and she walked from her apartment. I dressed up, she didn't. I tried to apologize but she stopped me with a kiss. "As long as you're comfortable, I don't give a fuck what you wear." I appreciated the honesty. I went back to my car, took off my suit coat and tie and threw them on top of the overnight bag with my clothes, toothbrush and deodorant... wishful thinking. Dinner was fairly ordinary. She drank, I didn't, she ate a lot and I tried to be. I thought to get in my washroom and jerk off. But then realized why to waste my cum on memories when I am still alone at home with my hot Shobha bhabhi. I put on the TV and sat in the living room. What else I had anyways to do? Shobha was in her room, and I wished if she comes out to accompany me.I raised the volume of the TV intentionally, which really worked. Listening to the TV sound, Shobha came out of her room. She gave me a sweet, casual smile and made herself sit on the three-seated. Soon, at least, for now everyone lamented the department of summer and the advent of autumn, locked inside grieving while Betty could not have been happier. Sure, she too was locked inside instead of facing the elements outside, but that was okay on the first day of a three week vacation. A night on the couch, falling asleep by the fire and maybe a book in between the two. Maybe she would even get dressed at some point, a comfy pullover and the gray sweatpants that were both waiting for her in.