The Other Men - 2
Aching Desires
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This chapter picks up right after the first one. If you have not read the first one, I strongly recommend you do it now to fully enjoy this one.
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Usha gasped. It wasn’t that the slap hurt her. He had slapped just enough to leave a light sting on her cheek. But it was the act. She was on her knees, caressing his dick, and yet she gets slapped. She wasn’t annoyed. She was surprised. And she was wet. It was a confusing mix of feelings for Usha.
Anand saw that on her face. He was studying her face intently after doing it. She wasn’t disgusted. She wasn’t furious. If anything, she looked surprised.
So, he slapped her again, a little harder that time. Usha gasped again, her head turning slightly away, yet her hand remained firmly on his now stiffening dick. He had started to harden by then, hard enough to be taken in her mouth.
Anand said, “Open your mouth.”
Usha looked up, trying to comprehend what was being asked of her, but Anand slapped her again, with significantly more tenacity. The sharp sting clarified everything in an instant. Even if she was confused at that time, she moaned in pleasure. The sensation was undeniably pleasurable, yet it was intertwined with other, something more complex. In her porn-assisted sex education, she understood that her husband was into rough sex, a realization which sent a thrilling yet intimidating shiver down her spine.
Usha had never really introspected her preferences in bed. The idea of being dominated by a man was imprinted in her mind, because that had been her social conditioning. She felt that what she saw outside the bedroom, naturally translated in bed. But there was a complex too. Unlike her friends who were short and delicate, Usha had always been the tallest girl in her class, sometimes taller or as tall as many guys in her college.
Whenever she would imagine these guys fucking her, it was hard to imagine being physically overpowered by them — the idea of being bent over and fucked raw, to be fucked so hard that her entire body shook from the sheer force of each thrust. If they couldn’t do that to Usha, would they fuck her often? Did her darker skin make her less desirable? These toxic insecurities melded together into a singular thought – A desperate yearning to do anything to be desired, to be fuckable. So, when her husband slapped her, and when she realized that he was into rough sex, his desire became hers, a means to feel wanted and to fulfill that deep-seated need to be sexually appealing.
So, Usha obediently opened her mouth, only to have Anand aggressively thrust his semi-erect dick inside. He wasn’t fully hard, but the intrusion of something foreign inside her mouth, made Usha cough. But she couldn’t move much, because Anand held her face in place, clutching her hair. Her hair had started to come undone, the hair which was so carefully done, before she left her home for the first time as a married woman, was not undone because she was slapped, because her face was being fucked.
Anand yanked her head again, his dick shining with a sparse saliva coating it from Usha's initial attempt. She steadied herself, and opened her mouth wider that time, and allowing him to slide his dick back in. It was different that time, because she was bracing herself for a cough. She shut her eyes tightly, and tried to picture how the girls in the videos did it. She sucked on the dick, her cheeks collapsing as she did it.
With her cheeks collapsing, Usha’s tongue touched the entire length of Anand’s dick. She was careful not land her teeth, but she had no choice, because her lips had curled inward resting on his dick. As she sucked him, she wondered if she was doing it right. But then she heard her husband moan. And then there was the slight movement of his hips. It was imperceptible at first, but then, but intensified as he began to actively fuck her mouth.
Usha's nose repeatedly grazed the base of his dick, burrowing into his dense pubic hair. Her nose was filled with his musky smell, and her face could feel the heat from his crotch. All the while, Anand's grip on her hair tightened, pulling at her with increasing force. It was painful, yet Usha found a twisted satisfaction in the discomfort. She relished it not because she liked it, because she considered it to be a sign that her husband liked her mouth.
It was an unusual feeling, which Usha had never anticipated – the feeling of a dick growing inside her mouth. She had seen limp dicks get large, and she expected it. But, to feel it happen inside her own mouth, was exciting. As Anand’s dick got larger inside her mouth, his thrusts became more deliberate. Usha lowered her gaze to see her mouth getting fucked, to see his dick come out and then hide back inside her mouth. She had to open her mouth wider, to accommodate his new girth.
Usha’s knees were chaffing. She could feel her breasts swaying in response to the motion of her head being thrust forward and back. But there was that uncomfortable feeling Anand was reaching the end of her tongue. Soon, it started happening with every thrust. Anand's dick was pushing deeper with each movement, reaching the end of her tongue more frequently. It wasn’t long before every thrust had him hitting the back of her mouth. The sensation was oddly reminiscent of a doctor's tongue depressor during a throat examination, but far less clinical and far more invasive.
The feeling soon became too much. A wave of nausea surged within her, and the overpowering urge to pull away overwhelmed her submission. Instinctively, Usha pushed herself back, her hands tapping on Anand's thighs as she withdrew from his now fully erect dick.
By this point, Usha's hair was completely disheveled. Anand, caught up in the moment, tugged roughly at her hair and let out a guttural groan. Then, without warning, he delivered a hard slap that sent her reeling to the side, her hand desperately grasping the edge of the bed for support. Anand released her hair, and Usha slumped against the bed, her face buried in her arms, her bare breasts pressing against the cool wood.
Anand, panting heavily, took in the sight before him. His wife, nearly naked except for her panties, lay panting against the bed. Her long hair veiled her face, cascading over her shoulders and back. His eyes traced the length of her spine, admiring the sensual curve of her back. He noticed the small moles scattered across her skin almost imperceptible against her dark skin, some in the middle of her back, others near the waistband of her panties. As he stroked his dick, he couldn't help but wonder if he had gone too far with that last slap. After all, she was his wife.
So, he asked a question, which he had never sincerely, asked a woman, “Did you not like getting slapped?”
She didn’t respond. He crouched, and ran his fingers along her spin, and said in a breathy voice, “I love how you look like right now. I never thought, I’d have a sexy wife like you.”
At his words, Usha's eyes fluttered open. She raised her head, and found her husband facing her. He planted a kiss on her lips, and asked again, “Did you not like getting slapped?”
Her cheeks stung. Her mouth was raw. But she had never been that wet. It wasn’t because of the slap. It was the thing which Anand said later, calling her his sexy wife. She glanced at his dick, and was shocked to see that it had gotten that hard and big. It was so much smaller when she had started with it.
The thought of being slapped didn't appeal to her, yet the sight of his erect dick did. It was the fact he would put that hard dick inside her, to claim her, was intoxicating. She told herself that his slaps came from a place of passion, that he did that because he found her sexy. She felt scared to answer that she liked it, but maybe that’s what being dominated was. In her twisted mind, allowing him to use her with his hard dick, was strangely exhilarating. It made her pussy wet, to think that she was about to let herself be in her husband’s mercy, to let him fuck him with his hard dick.
So, Usha nodded. Anand caressed her cheek, and said, “I want to hear you. Moan for me. Tell me what turns you on and what doesn’t.”
Usha nodded again, and was smiling, when Anand slapped her hard. “Words. Use your words.”
Her eyes flickered up to meet his, just as his hand descended to her breast, fingers finding her nipple. Initially, the touch was pleasing, but then he began to pinch, the sensation intensifying. Usha winced in discomfort, and another slap landed on her cheek. She realized he wanted her verbal response.
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“Yes,” she gasped, her cheek burning from the slap, her nipple throbbing under Anand’s ruthless pinching.
A grunt escaped Anand's lips as he continued to stroke his hardened dick with his free hand. Rising to his full height, he grabbed Usha’s hair firmly, pulling her face level with his pulsating dick. As Usha obediently opened her mouth, he aggressively pushed his dick inside. Gripping her face with both hands, he began to thrust vigorously, effectively face-fucking her.
Usha felt immense pressure on either side of her face, her head immobilized as if caught between a vice. She gagged and choked, but each convulsion only seemed to heighten Anand's pleasure, eliciting deep moans from him. With her eyes tightly shut and her hands limply falling to her sides, she surrendered to the intense physical demand of his relentless face-fucking.
Anand was enjoying this. He could not believe that it had happened, that his wife was okay being slapped around. For a man, who has never had sex with anyone except a woman whom he had paid for it, he was delighted to find that his wife was okay with the ways he had learned. That she was okay being slapped hard, that she was okay with her face being used as a pussy. He was happy that his wife was okay with his twisted, sick ways of pleasure. He was hard, harder than he thought he would be. He was excited to know how it would feel to be inside a pussy that he didn’t pay for, inside a woman who had promised to be with him for life.
On that afternoon, he should have known that nothing in life comes for free.
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After Anand had enough of her mouth, he had roughly lifted her to her feet, almost yanking her up by her hair. And when she stood up, he had gripped her throat. At first, she thought he wanted to kiss her. But instead, he simply tightened his grip, squeezing her neck. In a dominating gesture, he then took her hand and placed it on his erect dick, silently commanding her to stroke it.
She had never held a rigid dick that way. She didn’t know how to stroke it, but she tried. And then she was slapped for it, while her throat was still been squeezed. Her hair partly obscured her vision, strands sticking to the tears welling in her eyes. Suddenly, without any warning, Anand shoved her forcefully onto the bed, his hand still clamped around her throat.
Usha landed on the bed with a thud, her body and bare breasts jolting from the impact. Anand quickly came on top of her, and started kissing her body. It was more biting than kissing. He started at her belly, and slowly went up to her breasts. He sucked on her nipples, now and then catching her nipples between her teeth. And then he started doing the same with the tender flesh of her breasts, except his bites were more violent.
Usha moaned through all that. She wanted to let him know that she liked it, that she couldn’t wait to be fucked by him. She felt his hard dick agonizingly close to her aching pussy yet frustratingly out of reach. Usha felt overwhelmed by his weight pinning her down, their flesh pressing together in heated urgency. Her pussy craved for a touch. She would have touched herself, if she had seen the things happening. But she waited.
Anand lifted himself off Usha, commanding, “Turn around.”
Usha began to turn, but Anand's firm grip on her waist hastened her movement, flipping her body so that her ass faced him while she lay on her belly. He squeezed her buttocks hard. Usha moaned again, trying to tell him that she liked it. Then, she felt his hand on her waist, lifting it. She understood how he wanted her. So, she raised herself, on her knees, and on her hands, as her husband kept squeezing her ass through her panty. And then, he started peeling off her panty.
As Anand began to peel off Usha’s panties, her heart pounded in her chest. She had weathered the storm of his roughness: enduring the relentless face-fucking, the stinging slaps, and the sharp bites that marked her skin and nipples. Her knees ached, even on the soft mattress, from the prolonged kneeling, a testament to the intensity of their encounter.
When her panty was off, Usha was acutely aware that she was naked and vulnerable. She could feel the cool air blasting off from the AC hit places in her body, that had never been exposed that way. She was acutely conscious of how her bare ass and pussy were presented to her husband, of how she must look on all fours – naked, her breasts hanging, her bangles pressed against the mattress. She could see the pile of saree and her petticoat and her clothes jumbled up, on the further end of the bed. It was as she gazed at her mangalsutra, a symbol of her marital bond, that she felt the sharp sting of a spank for the first time, jolting her back to the intense reality of the moment.
"Ah!" Usha couldn't help but wince, glancing over her shoulder. She saw Anand, one hand busy stroking his rigid dick, the other raised high for a second punishing slap on her buttocks. The force of the second spank thrust her body forward, but Anand quickly pulled her back into position for yet another. Usha was gasping for air, her ass cheeks ablaze with a sensation entirely foreign to her. She had experienced slaps before, in non-sexual contexts, but never had she felt the sting of a spank on her bare flesh like this. Her face buried into the bed, her bangles scraping against her cheeks, she tensed in anticipation of another hit. Instead, she felt his finger.
A moan slipped through her lips, a mixture of shock and pleasure at the unexpected caress on her exposed pussy. Anand's finger traced her damp pussy, heightening her awareness of her own vulnerability. She became acutely aware of how exposed she was. There she was, her ass presented for spanking, her pussy laid bare for whatever he wished to do. It was a cocktail of nervousness and excitement Usha had never known before.
She was spanked again, and touched again. Spanked again, and touched again. She was expecting another spank, when suddenly she started feeling his fingers pushing at her hole. Usha groaned deeply as Anand slipped a finger inside her. Despite her years of touching herself, she had always stopped short of penetration, fearing it might compromise her virginity – a complexity she had wanted to avoid. Many times, while watching explicit videos, she had yearned to know the feeling of being filled, to experience the sensation of something penetrating her. And now, there she was, bent over, her buttocks stinging from the spanks, being penetrated for the first time.
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Anand's approach with his finger was as rough and unyielding as everything else he had done that afternoon. He pushed inside Usha relentlessly until his knuckles brushed against her. Wiggling his finger within her, he watched as his wife's muffled moans vibrated through the room. He had never felt compelled to be this intimate with the whores he frequented; he never trusted their hygiene enough to venture this far (the more hygienic ones were always out of his financial reach). But with Usha, his virgin wife, he felt no such reservations. He had presumed, of course, that she was untouched in every way.
Anand reached for his dick, annoyed to find his erection had waned. He spanked Usha again, simultaneously stroking himself back to hardness. When her response wasn’t loud enough, he delivered another spank, this time aiming lower on her buttocks. Her moan at this second spank hardened him. He gave himself one final stroke before positioning himself to mount her.
Usha felt the tip of Anand's dick teasing at her entrance. She glanced back, a sudden realization washing over her – she was on the verge of being penetrated, of being fucked for the first time. A whirlwind of emotions swept through her – anticipation, anxiety, a distorted sense of fulfillment. This was it, the culmination of all the slaps, spanks, and pain. She waited, biting her lip, as she felt him probing at her entrance, his pressure increasing as he sought to penetrate her.
Yet, the penetration didn’t come. Spank after spank landed on her, each eliciting a moan from Usha, driven by her desire to feel him inside her. She looked back at him, their eyes locking in a tense gaze. Anand appeared strained as he glanced between their sexes. He thrust again, his tip positioned right at her opening, but still not breaching her. Confusion clouded Usha’s mind – why wasn’t he penetrating her? She didn't understand the hesitation.
Panic started to set in for Anand. Just moments before, he had been astonishingly hard, a fact that even surprised himself. Now, as he gazed at his wife's wet, inviting pussy, he desperately stroked himself, trying to regain his lost erection. He could clearly see how ready she was, how much she craved it. Yet, every attempt to penetrate her resulted in his dick softening further. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his mind inundated with fears of failure. He stroked himself with increasing urgency and desperation.
And then it happened, something that neither of them was expecting. Anand came, his spurt hitting her asshole. She jerked in surprise at the sudden sensation of wetness. Twisting around, she saw Anand, his expression vacant as he continued to stroke his softening dick, most of his cum splattering on the bedsheet, with some droplets landing on the back of her thighs.
A heavy, awkward silence filled the room after he finished. Anand, panting heavily, stepped away from her. Usha, still trying to process what just happened, collapsed onto her side. She reached for her panties, feeling a strange sensation in her asshole where Anand's cum had landed on her. Her gaze dropped to her breasts, now adorned with pink and red marks from the rough handling. She tried to push aside the swirling thoughts of frustration and perceived failure. Her arousal had dissipated quickly with the realization that she wouldn’t be penetrated after all. Usha struggled to suppress the negative emotions flooding her mind, too inexperienced to understand that the failure wasn't hers to bear.
Usha tried to catch Anand's gaze, but he avoided looking directly at her. Hastily, he dressed himself in his jeans and shirt. "Let's order some lunch," he suggested, his voice devoid of earlier intensity.
Silently, Usha reached for her bra, the thought of redressing in the elaborate saree daunting. She inwardly chastised herself for not bringing a small carry-on with more practical clothes.
Anand spoke again, interrupting her thoughts. “Don’t put on anything. We have the whole day ahead of us.”
His smile was a shadow of its usual self. Usha returned a hesitant smile, a part of her apprehensive about what the day might still hold.
Pushing the pile of clothes aside, Usha settled into the bed, her skin brushing against the spot where Anand’s cum had landed. The semen had cooled to a sticky, slimy residue. She shuddered slightly and pulled the bed cover over her, seeking refuge beneath it. The shyness that had momentarily abandoned her during their encounter crept back in, the awkwardness of being casually naked in front of a man resurfacing.
Anand ordered a simple lunch but added a large bottle of whisky to it. He paused to listen to the response on the other end of the phone before confirming, “Yeah, that’s okay.” Once done, he retreated to a chair, engrossed in his phone.
Usha, feeling restless, picked up her own phone and aimlessly scrolled through various apps, an attempt to distract herself from the heavy silence. She glanced at Anand, who seemed absorbed in his device. After a while, he stood up, found the remote, and turned on a music channel. As he approached the bed, Usha instinctively moved to one side, causing the cover to slip and reveal one of her breasts. She fought the urge to cover herself, especially upon noticing Anand's gaze fixating on her exposed flesh.
Anand slid under the cover beside her, his hand finding its way to her thigh. He briefly brushed her crotch and chided in a low, gentle tone, “I said don’t put on anything.”
“But, what if someone comes? We’ve ordered food —” Usha started to protest.
“I’ll handle it. Just stay under the sheet,” he interrupted, his fingers giving her thigh a firm squeeze.
Usha met his gaze, a mixture of apprehension and trust in her eyes, before she obediently slid her panties off. Anand took them from her and placed them aside. He shifted closer to her, his hand gently landing on her bare pubis. His caresses were soft and quiet, a stark contrast to their earlier roughness. Usha's heart warmed at this unexpected tenderness. It felt intimate, a soothing balm after the intensity of their previous encounter. She questioned internally whether what they had done could even be called sex, but she quickly stifled the thought, fearing the spiral of negative emotions it might unleash.
Gradually, she allowed her legs to open wider, her thigh brushing against Anand's. He turned to her, offering a smile that seemed to bridge the gap between their earlier fervor and this newfound gentleness.
Usha paid little attention to the music videos playing on the TV. Instead, her focus was drawn to the movement of Anand’s hand under the cover, near her crotch. She could see the outline of his hand becoming more active. He grazed a spot on her pussy that she often touched when alone, a point of heightened sensitivity. Usha inhaled deeply, savoring the sensations washing over her.
Anand's hand drifted lower, finally coming to rest on Usha's pussy. She wasn’t overly wet, but there was enough moisture to make his caresses pleasurable. A soft moan escaped her lips as his fingers glided over yet another sensitive spot. At her audible response, Anand turned to face her, pulling the cover back to reveal both of her breasts. He leaned in, taking one nipple into his mouth and began to suck gently.
Simultaneously, he moved his fingers to her clit, starting to rub it in small, deliberate circles. For the first time that afternoon, Usha’s moans were not just for show but a genuine response to the pleasure she felt. She bit her lip, her gaze fixed on Anand. He was entirely focused on her breasts, alternating between nipples, sucking and teasing each with his tongue.
The familiar sensation of pleasure, close to what she felt when rubbing herself, began to wash over Usha. She moaned deeply, instinctively pressing her crotch towards Anand's hand to intensify the feeling. However, Anand didn't relent in his ministrations. As Usha's pussy became increasingly sensitive, she reached for his wrist, contemplating a gentle push to signal him to stop. But just then, she felt another surge of pleasure building within her.
Gripping the sheets tightly, Usha was overcome by the flickers of an orgasm shooting through her. Yet, there was something more potent brewing inside her, a sensation she hadn’t known before. As the orgasm erupted, the first true climax of her life, Usha's mouth fell open, gasping for air. Her body's convulsions nudged Anand back, but he remained fixated on her, continuing to rub her in a rhythmic motion.
“Good...” Anand murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction.
Spurred on by his approval, Usha's moans grew louder as the orgasm swept over her entirely. She felt a pull at the back of her head, her nipples stiffened, and her skin erupted in goosebumps. She was engulfed in the throes of ecstasy, not wanting the intense, blissful sensation to fade away.
In the midst of Usha's intense moaning, the sound of a bell pierced the air. She tried to stifle her moans as the pleasure surged within her, but it was futile. The ecstasy was too overwhelming, causing her to momentarily forget the interruption as she shuddered through her climax. It was only when the bell rang a second time that she began to regain her senses. Anand quickly jumped up from the bed, announcing, “I’m going to open the door.”
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Frantically, Usha covered herself with the sheet, ensuring that not even her shoulders were visible. She knew that any exposed skin might betray their intimate activities to whoever was at the door.
Anand opened the door to reveal the man from the reception. Usha recognized the man. It was the same man from the reception. It was a small hotel after all, with people doing multiple things. She was looking behind for Anand, but he was hidden behind the wall. The man’s and hers eyes met, and then, she saw his eyes move away and look at the pile of the clothes on the bed.
Usha's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized her panties were conspicuously on top of the heap, a stark contrast to the attire she had worn during their last encounter. When the man's eyes returned to her, there was a fleeting hint of a smile on his face. He silently placed the food and the bottle of whisky on a table, carefully avoiding any further eye contact with Usha before leaving the room.
Usha couldn't shake the feeling that the receptionist might have heard her moans. She wasn't certain how loud she had been, but it was clear to her that he knew she was naked beneath the sheet. All her efforts to cover herself entirely had been futile. She looked at Anand, who didn’t seem to notice any of it. He didn’t notice that a strange man had seen his wife’s clothes lying around, that he had noticed that she was naked, covered only by a flimsy cover.
Anand, couldn’t have of course, noticed that Usha’s pussy had moistened, just a little from all of it.
Anand returned to his seat, his attention now on the food. He shifted to one side of the small sofa where he had been sitting throughout. Methodically, he began transferring the food onto plates. Usha, finally got out of the haze of her orgasm addled thoughts, and got out of the sheets. She looked at her panty, but decided against it. She walked naked, toward the sofa. It was still awkward, moving around naked like that.
Anand looked up and flashed a smile at Usha as she approached, patting the space beside him on the sofa. Usha settled down next to him and watched as he uncorked the whisky bottle and poured himself a drink. She had just begun to eat, her first spoonful of biryani barely tasted, when Anand turned to her with a question. “Will you have a drink?”
Usha shook her head quickly, replying, “I have never had it.” Her voice sounded unfamiliar to her ears after the long silence.
“That’s alright. Have some,” he insisted, beginning to pour a drink for her. He filled her glass generously, perhaps too much for someone unaccustomed to alcohol. He dropped a few ice cubes into her glass, his own plate untouched. Raising his glass, he gestured for her to do the same. Their glasses clinked, and Usha offered him a warm, genuine smile - her first in what felt like ages. Hesitantly, she brought the glass to her lips, only to be taken aback by the strong, pungent odor of the whisky. She recoiled slightly.
Anand chuckled at her reaction, encouraging her, “It gets better after a few sips.” Usha, wanting to please him, took a tentative sip. The liquor burned her tongue and flared in her nose as it traveled down her throat. She stuck out her tongue and coughed reflexively. Anand gently placed his hand on her bare back, soothingly caressing it as he encouraged her to try another sip. Gradually, sip by sip, Usha finished her drink, and without hesitation, Anand poured her another.
It was around 3 PM, by the time they were done with their drinks and food. They set it aside, and went to bed. Anand took off his clothes, and slept naked with his wife. It was the first time she was cuddled. It felt intimate and loving, to be spooned by her husband. She could feel his warm crotch against her hips. She was buzzed from the liquor, although it would be a stretch to say that she was drunk. When she had gotten in the bed, she didn’t expect the sleep to come easy.
She had expected those thoughts which she had been trying to hold off, come tumbling down. But, after Anand touched her, and made her cum the way she had never cum. After the lunch, and the drink, and talking with her husband for the first time properly, and after the incident with the man noticing that she was completely naked under the sheet, it seemed like she might fall asleep easily.
Especially, for the last incident.
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