The week has been rather slow at After a Good Date. Finishing Reeti to Rita and putting together as a book took more time than I’d expected. To be fair, I did spend a lot of time, messing around with some AI Models, both for art generation and some of my other data projects. Well, more on AI Models, since, I have finally managed to run the kinds of realistic NSFW models like wavymulder/Analog-Diffusion
and stable-diffusion-real-vision
, the results of which you’d get to see in post arts very soon.
I have started writing a new series of story for The Escapades, the first post of which should follow shortly. Without beating around the bush, I should start with a low-down.
Reeti to Rita — The Book
I have already written about this at length, in a separate post, I won’t risk repeating. Reeti to Rita has ended, and I am pretty proud of what I could do with the story. If you haven’t already read it, you can start binging on it from the beginning —
Reconnecting with Nisha
I had meaning to do this for a while. We would exchange texts now and then, we’d talk about meeting up, but it never really worked out. Until last weekend.
Our conversations on WhatsApp always have a certain secrecy to it. Not at my end, because I might as well be sending a random Redditor my dick pic, while Nidhi would scroll through her feed.
One of the reasons me and Nisha couldn’t meet up in a while, has been because of the sheer irregularity of her replying to my texts. Invariably, I’d text Nisha around 11 PM, only for her to respond in the morning.
“Couldn’t reply, husband was around,” she’d say.
I’d ask her how her (and mine) kid was doing. She’d say things like, “You should meet her, before she is all grown up.”
I’d say, “Yes, I’ll find the time.”
But I won’t. Between work, women and writing, I am hardly left with any time to go on a coffee date to meet the mother of my bastard child. But last weekend, things fell in place.
It was a text from her, “Are you free for lunch on Saturday?”
I wasn’t entirely free. Besides, I’d rather have lunch in my comfy home, watching the final episodes of Lincoln Lawyer, thank drive for some time, get honked at, fret over the best parking place, order food that I may or may not like. And all that to eat and listen to Nisha telling me how hard it is to be a wife, a mother and to balance work. Legit things, but not the best use of my time.
“Just lunch?” I replied. It was a Friday evening, I was buying some liquor and some ingredients I needed to make a squash stake (I know, it’s lame, but I still haven’t gotten comfortable handling raw meat, as much as I like eating cooked meat). Nidhi was coming for dinner. We didn’t have big plans. I had convinced Nidhi to watch The Last of Us together.
Nisha replied almost an hour later, “Actually I’m free the entire day. Adish is taking his parents and the kid on an outing. He’s going away for a business trip soon, so, he wanted to spend more time with them.”
“Oh, and what about you? The entire family and not you?” I texted, between chopping garlic and parsley.
“Yeah, I wasn’t in the mood. And he didn’t try to convince me. I am glad I’ll get an entire Saturday free. They won’t be back till late Saturday evening,” Nisha said.
“Where do you want to eat?” I asked.
“Wherever you suggest,” she replied immediately.
“Alright, I’ll confirm the place tomorrow. Let’s meet around 1130 or so. I want to catch up too. Gotta go now. Have to put something in the oven, before Nidhi comes,” I wrote.
“Wish you could make the dinner for me,” Nisha said.
I replied with a few kiss emojis.
“Text me tomorrow. Deleting the texts now,” Nisha said.
Ah, the extra-marital affairs. I’m not a big fan of cheating husbands. Cheating girlfriends and wives — I’m on the fence about them though. It’s not sexist (maybe it is), but I think men have a weaker reason to cheat. Cheating men require to be more deliberate. Cheating women though, all they have to do is be spontaneous and accept the advances. So, as a man, if you out of your way to fuck a woman other than your girlfriend, you might as well leave her. Or tell her that you’re being with others, like I do with Nidhi.
But I digress. That exchange of texts did excite me. The rest of the evening went as planned. Nidhi came on time. She liked what I’d cooked. I suspect that she says that to make me feel good. We watch The Last of Us. Having never played the game, Nidhi was pleasantly scared with the surprise of the zombies.
When she comes home, she makes it a point to wear one of her shorts and tees. The tee tight for her, and rides up her belly by the simple act of breathing. I love keeping my hand on her bare belly, as we watch something on the TV. It usually leads to my hand slipping inside her shorts. With no underwear, and a clean shaven pussy, the only place I can rest my hand would be between her legs. My fingers would quickly feel wet and slippery, and almost as reflex I would rub her.
That evening, while I rubbed her, with my hand inside Nidhi’a shorts, the somber SFX of The Last of Us in the background, I decided to tell her about the next day. She had spread her legs a little, to let me touch her better. The fact that her tee shirt had ridden up to expose her belly, meant that I could see if my fingers were doing what they were supposed to. The unusually cold January evening, had made her nipples poke through her white tee shirt.
“I’ll be having lunch tomorrow, with Nisha,” I said.
“Who is Nisha?” She asked, not looking away from the TV.
“Uh, an old friend,” I clipped the story.
“Have you fucked her before?” She turned her face towards me slightly, the lens of her glass reflecting the images from the TV.
“Yes, many times. I thought you have read the post about her. She —”
“So, what is this meet for? More content?”
“I sense that you don’t really approve of all the things I do,” I said. My fingers had slowed down.
She placed her hand on mine, through her shorts, and pressured it, gesturing me to continue, “No, believe it or not, I like that I don’t have to be around all the time for you. I’m not jealous, if that’s what you’re thinking. Although, I’d have liked being part of that evening you spent in Alibag.”
“Well, I did ask you to come,” I said, a little defensive.
She threw her head back, closed her eyes and said, “So, about tomorrow, should I wait for you to be back by the evening? Or are you planning to bring her home, and want it all you yourself?”
I increased the pressure on her clit, by now knowing, exactly where she Nidhi liked to be touched.
“No it’s just lunch, and I think I should be back by evening,” I said. I kissed her neck, licked her in the spot she likes.
She was quiet, breathing harder as she got closer to cumming. “Text me if you fuck her,” she said.
All this time, it still makes be so a double take, whenever I hear her say such things, “What would do knowing that I fuck her?”
“When you come back home, and I blow you, I have the right to know if it had been inside someone,” she said, between breathes, “and knowing you, I’m sure you’d convince her to get fucked without a condom.”
I didn’t say anything. With my other hand I slipped her tee shirt up, exposing her breasts. Her nipples had hardened to the fullest by then. She opened her eyes slightly when I leaned to take her nipple in my mouth, circling them with my tongue as a rubbed her vigorously.
We didn’t watch rest of the episode of The Last of Us on the TV. It was only later at night, around 1 AM, when I was lying on the bed, Nidhi beside me, both of us naked. I had watched the rest of the episode.
I texted Nisha, that we should be meeting at Salt Water Cafe in Bandra, that I’d be there by 1130 AM. I didn’t expect her to reply that late, but she did.
“Sure,” she replied, almost instantly.
“Didn’t expect you to be awake so late,” I replied.
“Hahaha, I was thinking of texting you, but was worried that Nidhi would see it,” she said.
I replied with some laughing emojis, “I have told Nidhi that I’m meeting you tomorrow.”
“Oh, what did she say?”
I thought a little and wrote the truth, “She told me to let her know, if we fuck,”
“😲😲” she replied.
“This is why I have to delete your messages after we finish texting,” she said.
“See you tomorrow,” I texted and kept the phone away.
I will continue this story in a different post. I’ll just say here that it was a long afternoon, and I got to know a lot more about Nisha than I did before.
What to Expect in the Coming Week
A new Escapade story, and a quick short story about Nisha. I am seriously considering starting a section for smuts. I have gotten the essence of short quick stories. And I think Nisha, about whom I’ve talked now and then is the perfect candidate for it. And A Workplace Donation is already kind of a smut.
That’d be all for this issue.
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