Year 2019
I was married to a girl in an arranged setup. We were dealing with the marital issues that couples generally face nowadays. We were too focused on our respective jobs that it was taking a toll on our personal lives.
Daily fights and focus on improving our account balance were high. There was almost no room for intimacy. I used to commute by metro. I was living in an upscale residential area, and my office was not too far. Once, while commuting, I saw someone, and all the past events came as a flash in front of my eyes.
A cute girl was sitting across from me. I noticed her, but she was so engrossed in her phone that she was not even turning her head. I recognised her and thought of talking to her. But I stopped myself and started scrolling through her Facebook profile. From her profile, I make out that she is married and has a son.
When we changed the train, I messaged her on Facebook. She replied positively. Initially, she was acting as if she was not able to recognise me, but at last she started responding properly. Then she told me she got married 3 years back and she is happy in her life.
I told her she is still young and fresh like those days. We exchanged numbers, and I asked her if we could meet. She agreed, and we met in a café near Qutub Minar. We had our coffee, and she started speaking about how she felt when I left her and how her husband is not at all career-oriented.
Her in-laws are also not at all supportive. Her husband leaves her at home for office trips, and she is constantly troubled by the behaviour of her in-laws. While leaving, I hugged her and we said goodbye and promised to be in touch.
At night, I was working on a project and saw that my telegram had a message from her.
Her: Hi
Me: Hi! Awake this time?
Her: Yes, baby is sleeping, husband not in town and neend nhi aa rahi mujhe.
Me: Huh! Unlucky husband. Aisi wife ko koi chorkar kaise ja sakta hai.
Her: Don’t talk about him. How is your life going?
Me: Boring, normal life, saving money to buy an apartment.
Her: How’s your relationship with your wife?
Me: Jaisa husband wife k beech hota hai. Normal. Kabhi jhagda kabhi pyar.
Her: Sabka aisa nahi hota.
Me: I can understand. But like I said today, why don’t you try to get more physical with him? Shayad kuch improvement aaye.
Her: I tried, but he is useless. My life is hell, and I want to spend some time alone.
Me: Why don’t you take some time off?
Her: I did, but these responsibilities and expectations of family are killing me.
Me: I can understand, ye issue rehta hai between couples.
Her: My husband doesn’t participate an inch in chores. He earns well but spends on drinks and parties.
Me: hmmm. He is not responsible.
Her: He is an idiot.
Me: I must say he is. Else, who would enjoy being outside when he can enjoy being at home with you?
Her: Acha, tum hote to kya karte.
Me: Wohi, jo hum pehle karte the.
Her: I forgot sab kuch. Suno, let me try to sleep. Good night.
Me: Ok. Good night.
After two days in the morning, I received a text on Telegram.
Her: Hey, good morning.
Me: Hi
Her: Aj office?
Me: Yes. Like any other day.
Her: I had a huge fight with my husband. I am having a bad start to the day.
Me: Oh. Lunch mein milo, coffee par.
Her: I can’t focus on work. I am on leave today. I have booked a room to pamper myself and relieve this stress.
Me: Oh, no problem, we can meet some other day.
Her: Suno, can you come to the hotel? I want a shoulder to cry on.
Me: Sure. Send me details, and I will join you after 2 pm.
Her: Ok. Lemon Tree Aerocity.
Me: Ok.
I cannot see someone sad for so long, so on her request, I agreed to meet her. I thought I left her at that time, so this is the least I can do. I reached the hotel and she gave me the room number. I went into her room. She was lying in bed. It was February, so she was in her warm clothes.
But her face has not changed a bit. Her lips were shining in red lipstick, and her hair was open. Just when I kept my bag on the table, she came from behind and hugged me.
Her: Please give me some moment of happiness.
I was shocked at this. Because after my marriage, I didn’t even hug someone too tightly other than my wife. But I don’t know what happened to me.
Me: (Holding her face in my hand) What happened, baby?
Her: Kiss me, please.
I kissed her. Yes, those soft rose petals are soft like those good old days. But this time we were in a hotel and we are both married to other people. It was so good, I went so high that I started undressing her. She also loosened my denim. In a fraction of time, she was sitting naked.
I was exploring her boobs, neck and lips with my tongue. She loved it when I sucked her boobs and asked me to be rough with her. I asked her to be my slave. Not in my wildest dreams did I imagine she would get ready to be my slave. She sat on her knees and pulled down my trunks.
For the first time, she took my cock in her mouth. She sucked it like a pro. With one hand, she was rubbing my balls, and the other was holding my dick. She was licking my dick, and this experience was so good that after 10 minutes, I shot all my load in her mouth. She took it in her mouth and spat on the floor.
I apologised for this, but she said You are my master. You can do anything with me. Saying this, we cuddled for a bit, and I was hard again. Just when I entered her, I thought I shouldn’t do it. I pulled out, dressed myself and without saying anything stormed out of the room.
She called and asked what happened. I said we are married and we shouldn’t do this. This is unethical. She started crying on the phone. I went back to the room and found her crying. She hugged me and said how much she loves me and misses me. Saying this, she melted in my arms, and I undressed myself.
I fucked her hard. She was so happy after our session that she asked me if she could be my genie. I said What is that, She said Whenever I want, I can have her. I thought she was lying. I patted her back, kissed her, and we slept for one hour. Then we dressed and headed for our home.
After this, a whole new chapter of life opened in front of me. I told her that I cannot give her the time like before, but we can definitely meet and satisfy our lust. She was happy with this. So I tried the genie thing for once to check if she kept the promise.
Me: Hey
Her: Yes, sweetie.
Me: You know, I wish to get a blowjob
Her: Acha. You’re naughty. Meet me after office in my office parking.
Me: Cool.
I parked my car in front of her office and went to her parking area. It was 7 pm and her car was parked in the corner. She asked me to hop in and drive to a nearby under-construction mall. I followed her command.
She opened her long hair and kissed me. She started unzipping my pants and started stroking my dick. I was under the spell of her charm. Then she took my penis in her mouth and gave me one of the memorable blowjob.
Me: Wow! You are a pro. Do you like tasting my sperm?
Her: No, not at all. I hate it.
Me: But I love to fill your mouth with my sperm.
Her: Maine roka to nahi tumhe karne se.
Her words and statements always won my heart. I couldn’t believe my luck.
For two years, we used to meet almost every two weeks (except during lockdown), sneak out of the office for 2 hours, and fuck each other. We have tried 20+ hotels in Delhi and Gurgaon. She was actually a genie to me. Whenever I wanted sex and a blow job, she was there. In those 2 years, we came quite close physically, not emotionally. She used to share how her boss is fucking colleagues in her office and how she is getting many proposals for sexual relations, but she is not interested. She became more demanding for sex, and we started to have fights, as it’s not easy to sneak out of the office so frequently just for sex. Then one day, while I was licking ice cream from her shoulders, I asked her if she was interested in some guy, and then she could have him.
Her: I don’t sleep around with anyone.
Me: But time is a constraint for me.
She holds my dick.
Her: Fuck me first, I am dying for this fat cock.
I fucked her by rolling her legs till her head. What a view that was. And in the heat of the moment, I missed the spot, and it entered her ass.
Her: O fuck! Stop Stop!
I liked her yelling and crying. She curled her toes, and I increased the pace. She started turning her head here and there, and I could feel liquid dripping from her ass.
Finally, I pulled out my dick and came on her stomach.
Her: I will leave you if you do this again.
Me: But it was fun.
Her: Fine. You give your fun a priority but don’t care about spending time with me.
With time, I know that at this stage of life, it is not easy to manage everything. Especially this kind of relation. But I stood by her and I insisted that she be more lively and try making new friends. But she refused to get seduced by any other man.
But deep down, I knew that it was not tough to get in with her.
Once, I was drinking with my friend, and he was sharing his list of affairs and how he wanted to try something new.
Me: Hey! Do you remember Riya?
He: Yes, your ex na. I know she was good.
Me: I met her a few days back.
He: Don’t tell me you are fucking her again?
Me: Nahi re, but I felt she needs a friend, and you know, after office I have little time left to do anything. So we are just talking. I think she needs a friend.
He: You can introduce me, god knows.
Me: I know, but I hope you don’t do anything stupid with her.
HE: Na, just normal chat.
But I knew he was a fucker, and he would surely lure her into his trap.
I proposed the idea of friendship to her. She knew my friend as she had met my friend 2 – 3 times when we were together.
Me: You remember Siddharth?
Her: Your friend?
Me: Yes.
Her: Yes, I do. Why what happened to him?
Me: Nothing, a few days back we were drinking and I told him I met you.
Her: So?
Me: He was asking me for your number. He wants to talk to you.
Her: It’s been ages since we last spoke.
Me: Yeah, but he is a good man. If you want, you can talk to him.
Her: Is he married?
Me: No (though he is married)
Her: Ok. You can give him my number. I hope this is not some trap for a threesome. LOL!
Me: No, Baba! But it’s a good idea.
Her: Hurr! Big no for threesome. Though if he wanna talk, then you can share.
I gave her number to Siddharth, and they started chatting. But there was a catch. Siddharth is too lazy, so he asked me to make a secret ID, which is not on her radar. I did the same.
Siddharth is careless enough not to change the password. So from day 1, I was keeping a tap on their chats.
Every human has physical needs. Everyone wants to be cared for, loved and feel special (at least for someone).
Read in the next part how Siddharth made her feel loved and wanted. This led to opening a new door in our lives.
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