A Couple's Void - 1
The Mail
This is the second time that Vidhya Sood has written something for After a Good Date. If you haven’t already, do give With Your Own Flesh and Blood a read!
This story is about a couple, who find out about our protagonist, Darshan, through a sex story that he has written (ahem, sounds a little familiar. But, I assure you, the entire plot is from Vidhya). This will be a multi-part story, and since, Vidhya and I will be doing some projects in future soon, I had to fit this story, in Dominoes of Desire, because it is that kind of story.
This story, will feel a lot like my other After a Good Date stories, because that’s how Vidhya has written it. There’s of course, generous amount of art in this part and there will be, in the parts which we’d be publishing soon.
Right off the start, you have the first two parts of the story to binge on!
Happy Reading!
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Darshan loved reading erotica. He liked the casual setting that they provided. Some of the erotica posts, especially the Indian ones, had no build-up. For those, he would think of backstories while reading them. A very few of the desi erotica sites, had a slow build-up, each paragraph adding a layer of eroticism to the characters. He was absolutely addicted to one such site.
And when that site started accepting reader submission, Darshan couldn’t stop himself from writing one, based on an auto-biographical experience (a fictional one). A month ago, he finally got his story published. He loved seeing it live, for everybody to read. He didn’t think it will do anything more, except it had one personal detail of his — his email ID.
Darshan was from a village in North India. Four years ago, he had moved to Delhi, and started working at a Call Center. He rose up the ranks quickly, and became the manager of the place in four years.His salary was decent, but nothing compared to the mammoth income from acres of land of cash crops. Money was never an issue for Darshan, even when he was in village.
He didn’t come to the city for the money. He came there for the legs.
He had once visited Delhi to attend a cousin’s marriage. It was then, when, for the first time he saw bare legs in public. Everywhere. Malls, metros, roads, gardens, everywhere. Girls in shorts was a common sight in Delhi but it was a serious contrast to his village girls. That very moment he had decided to settle in Delhi after his studies.
Darshan was a loved eating, and was equally passionate about his workouts. Owner of his call centre also owned a gym, and gave heavy discounts to his employees on enrollment. That gym had the best fitness equipment, but he always preferred to follow his village’s akhada schedule, even when he went to the gym. Gym was more of a place where he would get in the zone to workout.
He wasn’t as ripped as few aspiring models there, but he was built strong. Blessed with a height of five-feet and eleven-inches, fair complexion, curly hair that he kept a bit long, topped with his worked-up body made him a heartthrob at the gym and office as well. There was one more thing about him, which I will tell you later, he felt weak in his dialect (the ‘S’-‘Sh’ thing ), and hence low-confidence to talk. This was the only reason he couldn’t get a girl to his bed.
Until one day, he received a mail.
Darshan was staring at the mail in his inbox and he shivered at the content of the mail. Mail was written with candor, without mincing a single word. This was the mail, word to word.
We are a happily married couple now for fourteen years. We are loving, caring and understanding. We are so understanding that my wife knows everything about all the other women I have been with. She knows about the ones before our marriage, and also the ones after my marriage. My Thailand trips, and local massage parlour visits also.
She doesn’t mind. She understands and loves me the way I am. We enjoy adult videos, and stories together. We read them out to each other. We also enjoy live cams together, pleasuring each other, seeing other people do things to each other.
We were hooked to your story, from the very first read, reading it every night before starting our play. And every time we feel the same spark. She has been hitting her orgasm every night. This is not usual. Firstly, we hadn’t been doing it daily. But since we have got addicted to your story, we have also got addicted to a daily routine of exhausting each other on the bed. And trust me, at an age of forty-six, making a thirty-two-year-old wife reaching her orgasm daily is not a small thing.
And it’s all because of you.
Darshan felt humbled, and with that he got a boost of confidence. He understood well, why the mail written to him. It was his story that had made their sex-life better. Darshan continued reading, with his dick twitching.
The reason I am writing this mail to you is because of what happened last night. Last night my wife had a little too much wine, which she occasionally does to accompany my scotch. Later, in the bed, when she was close to cumming and about to burst with my fingers in her, she started calling your name like “come on Darshan” “deeper, deeper, deeper, Darshan” “ah. I am about to… Darshan”.
I realised that she likes you from that perspective as well. I realized that all these nights that I had been fucking her and emptying my balls inside her, she had been cumming thinking about you.
Don’t judge me. You didn’t judge her, when I told you that she doesn’t mind me with other women. She doesn’t know what she uttered that night. Neither will I ever tell her. But I know what she wants, and I want her to have what she wants. You are a person who has done it with one couple if not more. So, I know that you are comfortable with couples. I have told her that, it is my wish to see her doing it with you. And as always she had agreed. She always agrees to whatever makes me happy. This time I want to make her happy.
At the same time, I don’t want it as a favour from you. I am attaching the photographs of my wife along with this e-mail. See them. And if you like them, then only say yes.
Will be waiting for your response.
A fan
Amanatullah
Mail ended there. Darshan was already hard by now. He immediately downloaded the zip file attached with the mail and extracted the content. It was a presentation of more than two dozen photographs. He started the presentation. It had her stark-naked pics taken at various places of their house, with her being in various poses. Some poses were plain and simple like body profiles, but more were of her in various seductive poses like lying, squatting, hands down, legs spread, fondling her own breasts, tongue out, pinching her nipples, playing with her pussy, on her fours, her butt cheeks spread with her hands, with dildos, and much more.
Darshan was completely blown away by the woman in the picture. She looked like an Arabic beauty. He moved back to his favourite slide that had two pics of her – front and back pose, standing against the refrigerator, and he kept staring at them. She wasn’t plump like the wife of the other couple whose experience he had shared as a story on the blog. This wife had a flat stomach with round and firm breasts held intact without any support.
Her areola were light coloured muffins and the topping of nipples pointed upwards, a slim neck holding the face like that of a hoor with round eyes, high cheek bones, apt lips and thin eyebrows. This was above the navel, below the navel was a waxed skin with trimmed hair in a straight line kissing her clit. A nice pair of vertical lips ran down and escaped between her thighs that wouldn’t leave an inch of gap from groin to knees, if legs weren’t kept apart. Those long legs looked like a dough freshly kneaded for a hot dog bun.
He shifted his gaze to the other adjacent image – back pose. Her shoulders weren’t wide but elegant. There wasn’t a fatty layer on her back, but neither was a single bone visible, and a dip ran through the entire length of her spine finishing at her Venus dimples. Her buttocks were fluffy like a pair of identical baked cakes, and the back of her long legs were soft like a jelly.
Darshan’s reply to the mail was a one-line question. ‘Does she have silicon anywhere, or is she all natural?’
Reply was instant, ‘Au naturel.’
Darshan closed his mail box and was back at the presentation. That time, he slipped off his pant, let his dick breathe. It felt natural, stroke his dick for a woman who was moaning his name while being fingered by her husband. He imagined being on top of the woman, her firm breasts moving as he would fuck her. He had never heard her, but he imagined her voice to be sultry, dripping with sex.
He came soon after.
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Darshan dropped a mail to the husband, after cleaning himself and changing the bedsheet where he had finished, agreeing to be a part of their fantasy, and also asked him how to take it further. Again, the response was immediate.
‘Thanks. I am sending you a mail from our couple id. She too has access to that mail. She shouldn’t know what all I told you.’
Before he could reply an ok, he received a mail from the couple id. This was crisp.
‘Hi,
We read your story and loved what you did with that couple. We as a couple would like to live the same fantasy that we have been enjoying reading every night for more than a week now. I am attaching few pics of Shehla here.
All this will be kept discreet between the three of us. If you have any question, please ask. We are also on hangout with the same id.
Your fans,
Amantullah & Shehla’
There were half a dozen pics of Shehla attached. Pics were from the same bunch he had already seen, but these were handpicked. Only those images were shared where she was in normal poses, and not the naughty ones, and her face was blurred in every pic.
All the pictures which you see here in the post and on After a Good Date are generated with Stable Diffusion. I have put together a short quick-start tutorial about, with examples and prompts to get desi AI generated images.
Generative Art - A Guide
He opened up his hangout account and dropped a ‘hi’. Conversation started the same moment.
‘Hi’ they replied and then added, ‘we both are together.’
‘Great.’
‘Just wanted to know if there is anything specific you both are looking for?’
‘Nothing specific. Just some fun.’
‘And, there will be no pics or videos taken of our session. Right?’
‘We would have liked that, but if you aren’t ok with it, we won’t touch our camera.’
‘Great.’
‘So? We meet tomorrow?’
‘I get free by 7:00/ 7:30 in the evening.’ Though he used to hit gym after getting free, but he himself was eager to be with her.
‘Suits us completely.’
Next message from the couple was their home address in Lutyens’ Delhi.
‘We will wait for you.’
‘But how will you recognize me?’ Suddenly this thought hit Darshan’s mind.
‘What’s there to recognize you. When we ask you who you are? You just tell us you are the Darshan Patel.’
‘And if someone else comes saying my name?’
‘How would that happen? Who else knows about our plan except we three.’
‘Fine. Let’s meet tomorrow.’
‘Superb. Good night.’
‘Good night.’
‘You have already made our night good. And we know you will make tomorrow’s night best.’
Darshan sent a simple smiley using ‘:)’ instead of an emoji, and closed the app.
Before hitting the bed, he stripped his clothes and jerked off to Shehla’s photos once again.
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