The Other Men - 3
A Series of Mistakes
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Previously
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Usha woke up in a dark room. The sun had set. It was 7 PM. It had turned out to be a very long siesta for them. She looked at her husband, who was still fast asleep. Her eyes adjusted to the dark surroundings. She had a slight headache, and her mouth was parched. She drank some water, and then went to the loo. When she came out, Anand was up, and had turned on the lights.
He acknowledged that they had slept for far too long. He suggested that they should order some starters and some more drink, and keep their party going. It seemed funny to Usha, the way he said ‘party’. She chuckled. Anand picked up the phone, and ordered some starters and double the whisky which he had ordered earlier.
After the call, Usha got under the sheets. She observed Anand looking at her, and asked him why he was looking at her. “I think you should wear my shirt. I understand it is a little weird moving around naked.”
He took off his shirt, and gave her the panties back. He wore just his undershirt. Usha however struggled with the shirt. The shirt was large for her, in length. It ended up reaching up to half of her thigh, and yet, it was not really designed to be a woman’s wear. She buttoned herself. The shirt was not tight near her chest, and yet, she could see that there was plenty of gaps to get glimpses of her bare breasts if she moved.
Anand sat at the sofa, and called her there. They started talking about. They had plenty to talk about. But, unlike their lunch, Anand wanted to talk about the sex too.
He fumbled for words before confessing, “I am really lucky to have you as my wife. I like doing those things in bed, and,” he paused, “I know they were rough. Whenever you don’t like something, just tell me to stop,” he said, caressing her cheeks.
It was the most romantic thing that Usha had ever heard. Yes, she was yet to be penetrated, and a part inside her screamed at her for not getting that validation. Was she unfuckable even after letting herself get slapped, choked and spanked? She dismissed those voices away, and said, “Yes.”
The doorbell rang, prompting Usha to rise, but Anand stopped her, "No, stay seated. You look fine." His eyes briefly scanned her legs.
As she watched Anand walk toward the door, her anxiety spiked. She wanted to go under the covers, but before she could make the decision, the door was open. She knew the way the shirt was, if she got up, there was it was more likely that the man would see her panties, than of her making into the covers.
The same man from earlier entered, his gaze lingering on Usha's exposed legs. He approached the table, his proximity feeling uncomfortably intimate. Leaning in, he carefully set down the items. Right then, Anand got a call. He received the call, and started talking.
The man took more than enough time to keep the things. He glimpsed at her husband, and returned to eying her. After he was finished picking up the old plates, and placing the new ones, he stood up and looked at Anand, as if to say something. When it looked like Anand would not get off the phone, the man reached for something in his pocket, and looked at Usha.
“Ma’am, give this to sir. If anything is required, he can directly call this number, it will be faster,” he said, handing a card to Usha. She glanced at her husband, who was engrossed in the phone call, oblivious to the man's interaction with his scantily clad wife.
As Usha accepted the card, their fingers deliberately brushed against each other. It was a basic business card, but with a number prominently underlined. The hotel's name was the only identifier. The man then turned and walked away.
She had goosebumps from the simple incident. In her mind, it wasn’t that simple. She looked at her legs, and realized that she had never worn something which showed so much of her body. But then, to her horror, she saw that the top button of the shirt had come undone. She wondered how her breasts would have looked to the man, how much of the cleavage would he have seen. Usha quickly kept the card in the breast pocket, unsure what Anand would make of the incident.
Anand returned to the sofa, and immediately started preparing the drinks. Usha saw him pour liquor for her. She didn’t say no. They ate the pieces of tikka in silence, Usha sipping her whisky. It was still a strong sensation, but more bearable than her first taste with the liquor.
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One drink down, Anand started getting frisky with Usha. His hands were all over her thighs, raising the shirt, and reaching for her panty. When the last piece of their food was finished, Usha was tipsy. Her speech was slurring. She saw her husband get up and get out of his jeans. With his dick exposed, he sat beside her and dunked his glass of whisky, and then poured some more for himself.
Usha's gaze lingered on Anand's dick, noticeably smaller than its earlier state of arousal. The sight of him growing hard, a tangible sign of his lust for her, had been exhilarating. She reached out, wrapping her fingers around his flaccid dick. Anand responded eagerly, his hand slipping inside the shirt to fondle her bare breasts. As Usha began to stroke him, she felt the gradual stiffening of his dick in her grasp. Anand continued to drink, his attention partially divided until Usha lowered her head and took him into her mouth.
“Wow,” Anand said, and it moistened Usha’s pussy hearing it.
She started sucking him, her tongue running clumsily over the entire length of his dick. Still a novice in the art of giving head, Usha took cues from how Anand responded, the places on his dick which made him shift on the sofa. She sucked her husband, till he was hard enough to fuck her face. While still seated, her head was pushed down on Anand’s crotch, his dick impaling her throat.
More of the same followed. Anand slapped her because it made him harder, and then, he took her to bed, downing the last of the alcohol in his glass. He pushed Usha down, her legs dangling off the edge of the bed, and hiked up the oversized shirt she wore. He tugged her panties down in a brisk motion, exposing her pussy. He spread her legs, and then slapped her thighs a few times as he stroked himself. It was all a blur for both Usha and Anand. Anand has drunk more than he usually did, and Usha had drunk way more than a first-time drinker should have. The slaps didn’t sting as much, and her moans were louder than she intended.
With her legs spread, her pussy wet and exposed, Anand, stroked his dick, and tried to penetrate her. Even being a little tipsy, Usha felt the thrill. Gripping the bed tightly, she peered down between her legs, watching as her husband struggled to enter her. She felt the tip of him slide an inch inside her, prompting a loud moan. But just as quickly, he withdrew and resumed stroking himself. When he felt sufficiently hard, he tried again, only to lose his erection once more.
After the third failed attempt, Anand gave up.
“I am tired from driving, I guess,” Anand said, his voice heavy with disappointment.
He quietly went to the table, and poured himself some of the whisky, and dunked it one go. Usha lied there, her legs still open, her pussy aching for its first penetration, and watched her husband dunk down whisky.
He walked toward her. She raised herself, thinking that she was needed to suck his dick, but instead, he kissed her, and fell on the bed, head first.
Anand lay there, naked from the waist down, his bare ass in view. Usha attempted to rouse him, but her efforts only caused him to shuffle further up the bed, still sprawled on his stomach, his buttocks exposed. She could see his testicles compressed together, his flaccid penis awkwardly trapped under his body. Despite her shaking him, he remained unresponsive, lost in a drunken sleep.
Usha sighed, and went back to the sofa. It was about 0830 PM. It was the time, Usha usually had dinner. But there was hardly any food left. And on top of that she was feeling thirsty, and her head was spinning a little. With nothing else to do, she checked the bottle, found that there was some left. She started pouring herself the whisky. She sat on the sofa, wearing just the shirt, the panty still lying somewhere near the bed, and stared at her passed out husband’s naked butt.
She was not sleepy, and but her eyes were heavy. She sipped her glass, still detesting the liquor, but what else she could do. She stared at the edge of the bed, where moments ago, her legs were dangling, where her husband was trying to fuck her. Maybe he really was tired. Or maybe, she was just unfuckable. She sighed and shook her head , telling herself to not go down that spiral of thoughts.
To numb her mind, she unlocked her phone and decided to look at some porn. She fired up a video of a brown girl being fucked hard by a big hard cock. She liked watching porn with brown girls, because it made her feel related to them. She didn’t have her earphones with her, so she looked at her husband one last time, convinced that he was deep in sleep, and increased the volume of the video a little. Her hand reached for her bare pussy. She spread her legs, resting one leg on the edge of the sofa, opening her pussy wider. As the girl in the video was kissed, and made to suck a dick, she rubbed herself. And then, the time for the penetration came, something which she had been wanting all afternoon.
Unafraid of fingering herself, she slipped a finger inside her. She moaned, and quickly glanced around the room. Anand was still asleep, his body rising and falling in steady rhythm. She pulled out her finger, and re-inserted it, and she moaned. She put down the phone on the table, at an angle at which she could see the video still playing. The girl was being fucked hard, her body shaking, and she kept asking for more and more. Usha realized that she had never touched her like that, out in the living room, with lights on, with the sexual sounds of the video playing out loud.
She rested her other hand on her breast, trying to find her nipple, her hand brushed past the card in the pocket. She thought of the man who was eyeing her naked legs, who had seen too much of her cleavage, and who knew that she was naked almost all day, being prodded and being made to moan. Of course, she wasn’t fucked all day, but she fantasized it anyway, and started fingering her pussy. She took out her finger and started rubbing her clit, in the way she liked. She unbuttoned the shirt, and exposed one of her breasts. She started circling her exposed nipple. After that point, she didn’t need the video anymore. She closed her eyes, and let her mind take control of her.
On that day, a lot of things happened for the first time. She was stripped naked, made to suck a dick, and was fingered raw. But, the thing which gave her the most pleasures were the man’s stares at the reception. And then, the embarrassment she felt when she realized that the man knew that she was completely naked under the sheet. And then, when on the sofa, she was sitting in front of him, in just an oversized shirt, her legs bare, a deep cleavage of her breasts visible to him. She wondered, if she should have moved her legs a little apart, showing him her panties.
But on that sofa right then, she wasn’t wearing even her panties. She let herself imagine something lewd, something that seemed natural and unnatural at the same time. She imagined herself spreading her legs for the man, letting him see that she wasn’t wearing anything, that her pussy was bare, that her pussy was aching with unfulfilled desire. In her imagination, she did that for him. She felt a wave of pleasure right then, and moaned. And then there was a loud bell.
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It startled Usha, for a moment, her mind refused to tear away from the land of her lewd imagination. She took a deep breath and stood up. She straightened her shirt. She started walking to the door, but then realized that she would be answering the door in just an oversized shirt, with no piece of underwear.
She quickly moved back to the bed, and to her horror saw that Anand was sleeping right on top of her clothes. The door bell rang again. Her heart was racing. It was a simple thing, she might have decided to not answer it. But maybe it was because she was just touching herself, thinking about exposing herself to a stranger, that she did something uncharacteristic of her.
She walked to the door, and again tracked back, to pause the video. At the door, she checked herself once. She pulled the shirt down, buttoned the shirt, and then opened the door.
It was the same man, smiling at her.
She didn’t open the door completely. She was supposed to send away whoever it was. The man said, “Madam, I need the ice box and other things.”
Usha nodded, letting the man in. In utter dismay, she realized that she had let the man in, without covering her husband’s exposed buttock. The man eyed it, and then back to Usha. Her entire body heated up in shame that she had let that happen. The man was collecting the plates and the ice box, when he stopped. Usha walked toward him, and noticed him looking at her phone screen.
She covered her mouth with her hand, at her utter failure to be decent before opening the door. She hadn’t prepared for his entrance at all.
He was looking at a paused porn video on Usha’s screen.
The man turned around to face her. Usha couldn’t look into his eyes. She stood there, her hands till on her mouth, still in shock. Her head felt buzzed, but her pussy was still warm and wet from her fingering just minutes ago. The room, fell silent. There was a sexual charge in the room. Everything in the room spoke of sex. Her naked husband on the bed, with his exposed butt and squashed balls; she had barely any clothes on her, and a porn video frozen on the phone on the table, the all spoke the language of lust, passion and naked flesh.
“It seems sir was doing you all day,” he spoke, each word punctuated with an unnatural pause. Usha immediately looked up. A part of her was inflamed by the blatant crassness with which the man had spoken to her, and a part of her was sad that what the man was saying was far from the truth.
“But it seems, you still need some more,” he pointed at the phone.
“No,” Usha said, unconvinced with what she was saying, “You should take the things and go. My husband will be awake any time.”
“I know how much liquor I had given,” he picked up the bottle, “it doesn’t look like he will be getting up soon. He doesn’t look like someone who will be waking up soon,” he added, chuckling, pointing at her husband’s naked bum.
The man looked past her, and started walking toward her. He quietly went past her, and closed the door of the hotel room, and locked it. Usha wondered if anybody had walked passed and saw a woman standing in a shirt that clearly wasn’t hers, in bangles, clearly married and another man looking at her husband’s naked butt on the bed.
He stood at the door, and eyed Usha, that time blatantly lingering over her legs, over her thighs, and resting for a moment on the hints of her breasts in the shirt. Usha walked toward him, so that she could speak softly, “Please, take the things and go.”
“I can help you madam. You can continue watching the video, and I can help you,” he said. His tone was measured, but the decibels just a little higher than hers.
“Please, be quieter,” she quickly glanced back, to check if Anand was still asleep, “And, I don’t need your help,” she said, clenching her fists.
The man, sighed dramatically, and said, “Okay. I will go. Maybe, when checking out, I will ask sir, if he slept well.” He started to turn around.
“What do you mean by that?” Usha spoke under her breath, scared of what he meant, because deep down, she understood him.
He shook his head, “Nothing madam. I will collect the things, and go downstairs, and tell my friends about what I had seen. We see a lot of raw things in a hotel room, but this was different,” he added the last sentence after a pause.
The man did as he had said. He walked past her, making sure that his hand brushed against Usha’s, and started collecting the things. He was at the door, when Usha finally spoke, “Stop.”
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“What do you want?” she asked him, taking a step closer to him, so that she could speak in even softer voice.
“Like I said, I just want to help you. I know what you were doing. I know how my wife likes it, maybe you will like it too,” the man said.
Usha felt like she was between a rock and hard place. She looked behind, and looked at her sleeping husband’s naked butt. And then, she looked at the man, who was telling Usha that he will do the same things to her, which he did to his wife.
But, Usha was someone else’s wife.
To be continued
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