"Ann, you're going to make me ... I'm going to..." And any further words I might have spoken dissolved into a scream. I pitched forward and thrashed a...bout like a landed trout. I have never, ever cum so hard!I lay on my side, now, facing her, blinking up at her. Her face smiled down on me. Her skin shone like chocolate silk. Her breasts were easily as large as mine, and her dark nipples strained forward so hard that they looked painful in their need.I watched her dip her fingers into the glass. We started chatting through the messenger as per our ease. Since I am in GMT+1 time zone, I used to come back from office, used to freshen up myself and chat her from the washroom. I generally take 30-40 min in the washroom so my wife could not doubt on my intentions either. Within 4 days of chat, Shikha and I started our sex chat. One day, after coming from the office, I found a steamy mail from her asking me to come online ASAP as she needed my company to satisfy herself. Shikha: where are. Once we were in the house Beth guided me into the den. I looked over at the stereo and moved towards it.“What seems to be the problem?” I said.“Beth said nothing, simply dropping to her knees in front of me and reaching for my trousers.”I stepped back.“Stop,” I said firmly.She looked surprised.“It’s ok,” she said “We are..”“We are nothing. Keep your hands to yourself.” I moved behind the couch to have the furniture between us.“What would Jeremy say if he found you and me in here doing that?” I. I took my ramen out of the microwave and rushed back to my room slamming the door behind me. I looked in the mirror doors of my closet and saw my reflection standing there staring at me. This would be normal except the only problem was I wasn't standing. I had sunk to the floor curled up in a ball traumatized. He rolled his eyes, "Will you get up it's embarrassing" and I did I don't know how but I was suddenly standing. "Now we need to talk. First, stop looking so fucking pitiful all the time.