The rain outside fell incessantly but we were slowly getting oblivious to it and getting deep into the act of satisfying our lust…Roma took my penis... out of her mouth and moved away from me. She fished out a packet of condoms from her bedside table – I knew they were the chocolate flavored condoms I had brought last week but were lying unused because of her chhotta-mausi’s visit on the previous weekend. Roma had noticed my disappointment and promised they would come handy on some special day.. When we got downstairs for breakfast mom looked at my necklace and with raised eyebrows just said, "Two?" I just blushed and nodded my head.Things at school were moving along famously. Final exams were being held and most of the student body was in a tizzy studying to get the best grades they could. Some of them couldn't care less about good grades and were anxious to just get out of school. I fell in between those two groups because I had already taken those very tests in my alternate. Your throat feels cramped. Panic hits you again. You can't breathe. Holding you firmly I press my chest against you and start to breathe deeply and slowly. "Listen to my breathing Alexus. Listen and feel. Stay with me. Concentrate."It doesn't help. "Concentrate slave!" I slap your face. The sudden command and the pain work instantly. Your breathing calms down, your throat opens up."Thank you Sir," you stammer, whispering. Then the sobbing starts again. Long, deep and intense. All the time I. “No I do not want to fuck her, we were just having a chat, a bit of fun, remember fun?”We have been married for just over three years, of late things have been a bit tense between us, a mixture of work pressure and money worries have seen the spark between us dim noticeably. Our sex life particularly had dipped alarmingly, and we rarely fucked anymore. When we did it was just perfunctory. Gone are the days when we would do it anywhere, on a train, in an alley between shops, in a restaurant.