Since that Day
A Letter from Divya
Lustful Letters are written in the intimate and sultry voice of the characters from the world of Indian Kink. The first letter I had written was from Tia in Tia’s Bloom, and this, is only the second letter from a character.
This letter is from Divya from The Things We Do For Love. If you have not read The Things We Do For Love, I strongly encourage you to read it. It is a four part story, with three parts available entirely for free here on After a Good Date. You would get the basic premise of the story about Divya and Nitin in those free three parts, even if you decide not to read the entire story.
In The Things We Do for Love, you were introduced to Divya and Nitin, a married couple grappling with the challenge of infertility due to Nitin's sterility. In a desperate and unconventional quest to conceive, they go down a path filled with erotic encounters sourced from social media. Divya's experiences are not just physical; they are laden with emotional complexities and a raw exploration of desire, love, and the lengths one goes to for the sake of family.
This letter picks up about a year from the events of The Things We Do for Love, at a time, when Divya is already on the second trimester of her pregnancy. Have fun reading this lustful letter!
Hello you,
It has been some time since I have written a letter of any kind. When I was younger, when I and Nitin had just started going out, I often used to write to him, short emails and some times, a handwritten letter. But, for years, it has always been short replies to work emails, or some paragraph replies on WhatsApp, when I am really emotional. But today is special. Today, I have completed my second trimester. It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon and Nitin is sleeping right now. I think it is more from the relief from what the doctor said about the baby, than him being tired. I knew from a long time that he would be a wonderful father, but after what we have been through to reach this stage, to be pregnant, I know that he will be.
My bump looks huge on me. Whenever I look at myself in the mirror, I am astonished that I could have grown this much. It has reached to a stage, when the only way I can have sex with Nitin, is lying on my back. I crave for sex more than I used to. I don’t know if it’s because of my pregnancy, or because of what I had become before I got pregant. I love feeling Nitin inside me, and seeing how carefully moves his hips, making sure that he doesn’t pressure my belly, that all of him feels deep inside me.
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I had to fuck 58 different men, before I got pregnant. I remember that number, because I thought it would be unholy to not know how many different dicks had been inside me, how many different men had cum inside me. I will not write about all those men in a letter to you, because not all of them left an impression on me. If a year back, you would told me that I will say that a man fucking me and cumming inside me, didn’t leave an impression on me, I would have been incensed. But, that’s how those six months were — a blur.
I still remember the day when those lines had magically appeared on the test kit. Nitin had kissed me, the kind of kiss which was both of relief and of happiness. Happy, because it was the first time those lines had ever appeared. And relief, that we could cancel our next hotel check-in. We went to the doctors the very same day to make sure that we were being hopeful about a false positive. I asked the doctor, what could be the exact date of insemination. She had given me a nasty look. She looked at the reports, and told me that I was 6 weeks pregnant. And that was that.
As Nitin asked the doctor more questions about being careful, I was trying to remember the faces of the guys who had cum inside me six weeks ago. I couldn’t remember all of them. In the six weeks I had made 16 different men cum inside me. Of course, the father would be someone from an earlier time in the last six weeks. Most of the other men, had cum inside me, with my womb already seeded, their cum, being more from desire than purpose. But, it was almost impossible to remember which man fucked me first. All their faces, seemed to conflate together, to form a blurry face, grunting and moaning, as they fucked me, their hands groping the flesh of my body.
When we had sex on the day I got to know I was pregnant, Nitin was his gentlest self. He kept looking at my belly, making sure that his never hit my abdomen hard with his. I had told him that he was worrying for no reason. But, he had only smiled, and had kept fucking me, making sure that the little embryo inside me, seeded by one of all those men I had fucked, was safe.
You have read a lot about the first time when I and Nitin had made a guy fuck me for his cum. I remember that one very well, and some after that. That incident, was almost a year ago. After that day, for the next six months or so, we were out almost every weekend, checking into a different hotel, and spreading my legs, so that I got as much cum inside me as possible, with the possibility of being seeded.
I still get goosebumps, whenever I think about Rohit and the way I had cum hard on the bed, with his dick inside me, and Nitin’s dick inside my mouth. It took me some time to accept it — to accept the fact that I enjoyed it, that I loved it. The most charged memory from that day is when Nitin had entered me, even when my pussy was slimy with another man’s cum. I am feeling excited, just by thinking about it. When Nitin was inside me, I had looked deep into Nitin’s eyes. I knew we will be alright, and I was grateful that I had found a man who could love me to that extent.
I remember the next time pretty well too, not because of the sex itself, but for the photos and videos of it. It was a couple of weeks later. In the second time, Nitin had decided that he has to take pictures of me with another man, so that there’s less back and forth with the guys who were willing to participate in my unconventional way of getting pregnant. By then, I was used to being photographed while naked for the Reddit thirst posts and for sending the guys pictures of what they will be fucking. But to be photographed while I was stroking another man’s dick — that was new.
Nitin even took short videos of me getting fucked from behind. When it was posted, of course, my face was blurred, but I saw them before the blurring. I didn’t know my face looked like that when I was taking another man’s dick inside me, in front of my husband. If I had any doubts that Nitin didn’t know that I was enjoying taking a different dick inside me, those doubts were dissolved.
The woman in the video, was enjoying fucking a strange man, with his bare dick inside her, craving for every drop of his cum. She wanted to make the guy cum, which is why she was dropping her ass back onto his dick, her breasts shamelessly swaying with her, the physical manifestation of impaling herself on a dick. That night, after I had seen the video, I had rode Nitin, with memories of my videos still fresh. I had looked into his eyes, while I bopped my ass on his dick, to see if there were hints of betrayal. But, all I saw was love, all I saw was lust for me.
Once those photos and short videos were posted on our Reddit, things took off. Earlier we would get DMs from those who were merely tipping their toes, maybe unconvinced that there was indeed a woman, whose husband wanted to fill her up with cum from other men. After those photos and videos, we got DMs from guys who were really into the idea. We didn’t have to go out of our way to prove that we were real, instead we asked for their photos, of their bodies, even their faces. And they obliged.
It became a bedtime routine for us, to get comfortable and go through the DMs. Some would be online, and go to extreme lengths to get our attention, often sending their dick pics, or going in graphic detail of how they would fuck me. Some would lose the plot and tell us that they wanted to fill my mouth with their cum; we ignored those guys.
Nitin and I had a long discussion about whether we should wait for my period, and maybe if I am late, do the pregnancy test. That would have meant, we would have to wait for at least two weeks. I had said we should wait, but Nitin said, that if we let the posts cool off, we would lose some of the “good ones”. I didn’t say it out loud, but I didn’t want to lose the guy whom we could meet the next weekend. He had sent us his photos. I had seen such bodies only in the movies. Every muscle on his body seemed to speak of strength. When he sent his dick pic, his thighs were so muscular, that his dick small compared to everything else he had. But, with all that muscle, I was scared that he might break my body.
In our discussion, the only con that came up, was the risk of our identities. The fact that I was fucking more men that was absolutely necessary, was something neither of us ever uttered. If Nitin had said it, I would have of course supported him, but I didn’t want to say it, after my two times with new guys, after loving it so much. We could have stopped at Rohit, and then waited till I missed my period. But we had rationalized the second guy, because we wanted photographic proofs of me fucking someone, while my husband recorded us. When we were discussing whether to fuck the third guy on Saturday or not, my period calendar said that I was due on Tuesday. So, that fit guy, had little chance of impregnating me, even if we went through with it. And, if I do not get my period, there would have three probable fathers. I had laid that out this to Nitin. But he had simply said, “It’s better to err on the side of caution.”
So, to err on the side of the caution, Nitin made some calls, and found a guy who made fake Aadhar cards. It was risky, but less risky than our identities and addresses out in a hotel record book, where we fucked guys. Yes, we had fucked Rohit and the second guy in different hotels, and we had checked in separately, the guys could still go back and somehow get our names from the respective hotels. So, new Aadhar card said that my name was Shreya, and Nitin was Karan. Our addresses were not even in Maharashtra, but in some random village in UP.
For the third guy, we skipped the unnecessary initial coffee date. We told him to check into the hotel on Saturday by 1 PM. We reached the hotel, checked in quietly, with our new IDs of Shreya and Karan. And that time, we carried a small bag, with a change of clothes.
After checking in the room, we had changed into comfortable clothes. I wore a pink slip dress, with no underwear. I know what you are thinking, but it was a practical choice, rather than a seductive one. There was no point in wearing layers of clothes, waiting for a man, who was coming to the hotel room, with the only intention of fucking me. And Nitin changed into what he usually wore around the house — a simple plain tee shirt and a pair of joggers. And then, Nitin texted him our room number.
I’ll be honest with you, when I was waiting on that bed, in a slip dress, with a deep neckline, with no bra and no panty, I was nervous. It was only our third time waiting for a guy in the room, but this guy was supposed to be a muscular man, much bigger than Nitin. Yes, I want him to fuck me, but at the same time, I was scared of how his thrusts will feel like, how his grip will feel on my flesh. And, we were meeting him directly in the intimate hotel room. There would be no small talk, no knowing each other.
When the door bell rang, I straightened up and sat up on the edge of the bed, Nitin walked to the door, and looked at me one last time before unlocking the door. The guy walked in, and shook Nitin’s hand. He introduced himself as Amit, and Nitin introduced himself as Karan, and I was Shreya. He looked past Nitin, and looked at my bare legs, before looking at my face and smiled.
We were somewhat comfortable in having a strange man in our hotel room, but it was still awkward. As Amit walked in, and I checked him out. His pictures weren’t lies. He was wearing a tight v-neck tee shirt, with a pair of jeans, and running shoes. When he sat down, his half sleeves tightened around his biceps. Nitin sat down beside him, smiling. I wasn’t entirely used to having my husband next to the guy who would fuck me in front of Nitin, and fill me up with his cum, but it moistened my pussy.
Nitin explained that he will be taking photos and videos, without the guy’s face. Amit seemed to be okay with it, and he only said, “So, how do we get started?” Nitin looked at me, and said, “Let’s start with a few pictures of you two standing next to each other.”
And that’s how the first photo was clicked, with me standing next to Amit. He was over six feet, way taller than me. For the photo he put his arm around my waist, the sides of our body touched. I felt the weight of his arm on my waist. He wasn’t even gripping me, and yet it felt intimidating. I looked at the size of his hand, and it only made me feel more intimidated. Nitin clicked a few photos, and then looked at me. I knew what he meant by it. It was the same look he had given me when he had undressed me in front of Rohit, and when he had sent me toward him. It was time for me to take over, and make sure that I made the guy cum inside me.
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I turned to Amit, and told him that the next picture would be without the clothes. It was unreal watching him take off his clothes. He started stripping his clothes, starting by taking off his tee shirt. I reached for the button of his jeans, and in the process touched his midriff. I could not believe that human flesh could feel so firm. I expected him to reach for my slip. It was a ridiculously easy piece of clothing to take off me, and yet he simply stood there, and let me take off his jeans. I went down on my knees, put my hands on his thighs and arched my back to push my breasts up. I had seen my pictures from my last time, and was disappointed that I looked hunching over.
When Amit took off his underwear, I wasn’t surprised, by the size of his dick, the dick looking small amidst his firm muscular thighs. My husband was behind me, and I knew he was waiting for me to make Amit’s dick hard, so that he could click pictures of his wife holding a hard dick. I sucked Amit till he was hard. Till that point, I used to notice how different dicks tasted. Amit tasted sweet, his crotch less musky, and of course, completely shaven like the rest of his body. He didn’t push my face into his crotch, but I was scared he will. He placed his hand on my head, and it’s size and the muscles in his arm which I had seen earlier, made me worry that if he started pressing my face down, I would have to choke on his dick, with no way of getting out of there.
I stood up, and started getting out of my dress. I held the hem of dress, and pulled it over my head, in one swift motion, baring my entire body for him. He stepped closer to me, and I remember feeling scared if he would be rough with me. He stroked his dick, as he cupped my breasts. I felt his grip on my breasts and winced in pain. He loosened his next squeeze, but it was still very tight. I looked down, and reached for his hand, taking over the stroking of his dick. From the corner of my eye, I could see my husband clicking pictures of my breasts being groped, and me stroking the man’s dick.
After that point, it was all sex.
I have been fucked my many men in the last year, and I have cum while being fucked, in many different ways. I don’t remember cumming with Amit, but it was one of most thrilling fucks I have ever had. When he took me to bed, and entered me for the first time, I wasn’t very wet. His first thrust inside me was so powerful and hard that I had shuddered in pain. But when I started touching him, when I tried to hold on to him as he thrust himself inside me, I quickly got wet. He started with simply being on top of me, but he quickly started doing me in ways, that were, let’s just say, scary.
I tried to raise my head to see how I was being fucked. He thought I wanted to be kissed. So, he kissed me on my shoulders, and sucked on my neck. The way he was doing it, I was sure I would end up with hickies. But, him doing so also blocked my view of what I was trying to see. Instead, I saw Nitin, point his camera at our crotch, trying to capture Amit’s dick fucking my pussy.
Amit suddenly stopped fucking me that way, and started raising my body. I have never been lifted with such ease. He got to his knees, and lifted me till I was level with his dick, and then, he dragged me to his dick. It was an awkward angle for me, my body was arched, my bare breasts facing the ceiling, as if I was doing some sort of Yoga pose. His dick would often come out of my pussy, because he would drag himself back a little too much. His dick wasn’t as long as he thought it was, but it didn’t matter, because when he re-entered me, and our pubic bones squashed with each other, it made my skin prickle with goosebumps.
After this, it was a bit of blur for me, because Amit started picking me up and throwing me around the bed, as if I was a piece of pillow. And when I tried to get up, he would pin me and enter me. No matter how awkward the angle was, no matter which muscle he had to move to thrust inside me, he managed to do it. When I landed on my belly, I thought he wanted to fuck me from behind, so I started to raise myself to be on all fours, to be fucked like a bitch. But instead, he pinned me down, and made me stay prone. He spread my ass cheeks, and entered me. Nitin had done me that way, but not with those kinds of thrusts. Every time Amit entered me, it rubbed my clit against the sheets, and pleasured me. I didn’t want it to stop, but eventually he made me to be on all my fours, and mounted me.
When I say, he mounted me, I really mean it, because while most guys would be on their knees, Amit stood on the bed first, and then crouched to enter me. His first thirst was so hard, that I got knocked in front. So, he walked a few steps ahead, then picked me up by holding my waist, and told me to grab on to the headrest of the bed. And then he pounded me. It was hard to describe how I felt at that moment, but I remembering moaning, and I remember seeing Nitin by the bed, watching me being pounded that way.
I was then picked by him, and was against a wall, with my arms around his neck and my feet around his waist. He was holding my weight by placing his hands below my butts, spreading them. He tried to enter me, but he kept missing. I was about to tell him to stop, when Nitin reached for his dick, and crouched down, to place it right on my pussy. Amit thrust inside me, and it made my eyes go wide. It was scary to be that high off the ground and being fucked. Amit misjudged his length again, and ended up pulling out of me completely. Nitin again helped him inside me. It was the first time Nitin touched a dick. I wanted to reach down and kiss him, but I couldn’t. Instead, I smiled at Nitin, a grateful smile, as my bare breasts jiggled, with me being fucked suspended in the air.
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