The Other Men - 5
Getting used to the new life
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The action slows down in this chapter, before the next crescendo comes. Usha comes to her new home. We get to meet Sneha (from Sneha at the Mall). We get to know more about Anand. If you have not read the previous chapters, I strongly recommend you to read them before continuing in this one. It only gets better with binging.
Back to the beginning
Previously
5
The next morning, Usha got out of the bed before Anand.
She had barely slept at night. Every time she tried to sleep, the image of her husband’s naked buttock, and the feeling of the man’s cum inside her kept flashing through her mind. All these years of being virgin, and being pure, and now she was fucked and seeded right in a room with her husband passed out, by a man about whom Usha knew nothing about. When he was leaving, Usha was in too much of a shock to ask him even his name. Every time she tried to close her eyes, the anxiety of carrying a strange man’s seed would take over. After all, her husband hadn’t been inside her till that point. Even if no one else knew, he will know that it wasn’t his.
She knew that she was thinking too ahead. The morning will come, and Anand won’t be tired anymore, and he will fuck her. But would he know that she had been fucked last night? Would he know that deep inside her there was someone else’s cum?
At 6 AM, she gave up sleeping and got out of the bed. She went to the washroom, and showered. When she was out, she dressed herself. A part of her wished that Anand would wake up and undress her again. But a part of her was too scared to be bared to him so soon after last evening. By 7 AM, she was hungry. She hadn’t had any dinner, and she dared not to call that number and ask for food. After spending a restful night in the bed, she didn’t want to sit there. So, she went to the sofa, where she had let a strange man fuck her and seed her.
The sunlight had started streaming in the room. She was about to browse her phone, when she noticed a piece of broken bangle near the door. She quickly went there, and picked it. One of her glass bangles must have broken when she was against the wall, being fingered by the man. Or maybe when he was inside her mouth. She picked it, and quickly started to look on the floor for other traces of last night. She didn’t find any broken glass, but she noticed a spot on the sofa, where some of the cum from her pussy had dripped at spotted the couch. It didn’t worry her much, because it could easily be explained as a food stain. But how would see explain a baby bump, if her husband didn’t fuck her soon. Her innocent mind started spiraling again. She tapped on YouTube and started browsing through random Shorts, to kill the time. And to keep herself sane.
In the hotel, earlier in the day, Anand had apologized right after waking up, for passing out too quickly. He had asked her if she had ordered something to eat for herself. Usha had quickly shaken her head. When he looked at the empty table, she had said, “I kept the tray outside, since the room was starting to smell of food.”
Anand looked guilty of letting her wife sleep on an empty stomach on the first night. He called the reception, and asked to bring whatever they offered for breakfast. He seemed unhappy with what was on offer. When the door bell rang, Anand was in washroom, going about his ablution. Usha got the door, terrified to face the same man. But there was a different man.
She was fully clothed at that time, and yet she felt shy. What if the man had gone down and told about her to everyone, that the new bride was waiting for him with pussy bared, that she was touching herself while looking at porn, and that she let him fuck her and cum inside her. But this other man, seemed all about the business. He never looked at her, and simply kept the food and went away.
The two had a quiet breakfast, with Anand telling her that they will stop at a better place, and have a proper breakfast. Usha nodded and smiled. He insisted that they quickly finished the food and checked out. “I cannot wait to take you home.”
All through the journey, Anand kept talking about his place, and kept using “our”. Usha was happy with the conversation, something to take her mind off things. He said that he went out of his way to move into this new place, because it was in a better society, with great amenities, that they were going to be living on the 16th floor, and that view at night was gorgeous from their windows.
They entered Bombay by 3 PM that day. Usha had never seen such tall buildings, and so many people in one place. The roads were packed with cars, and yet her husband kept saying that they were lucky that there was no traffic. The GPS on the car said that they were 20 minutes away from their destination, her home.
When they entered the society gates, Usha was in awe. The roads inside the society were better than most of the roads in Nagpur city. Women and girls moved around in tee shirts and shorts. Anand flashed a card to the guard, and when they were past it, he told Usha that he will soon apply for a card for her too. When he entered the parking lot, Usha watched as he kept driving up ramp after ramp. He told her that he always parked in Level 4, because it was his lucky number. They took a lift to the ground floor, and walked for a bit, dragging the suitcases. He carried only her luggage, insisting that he didn’t need anything from his suitcase right away.
“So, how do you like this place?” Anand said in the elevator ride up.
Usha was still taking in her reflection in the elevator mirror. On the outside, she looked the same as she had left from her village house. Of course, her hair wasn’t put together in the same way, but it was her. There were no hints of her being with that man in the hotel, no sign that she made him cum inside her, no sign that she enjoyed every bit of it.
When she didn’t reply right away, Anand touched her shoulder. It startled Usha, from whom a man’s touch was still foreign.
“I’m sorry,” Anand said, smiling, “Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?”
Usha shook her head, and remembered that she were to answer how she liked the area that they will be living in. “It’s incredible,” she said.
The elevator doors slid open on their floor. It was a long corridor, with flats on the either side. Anand had moved into this flat, a couple of months ago. He could do it because there was an inflow of gifts from his future father-in-law. At one point, Anand had told him that he didn’t really need a car and a bike. Instead, he was short of INR 200,000 for the security deposit. His father-in-law had promptly transferred that money. Anand had felt guilty for it, but as it dawned on him that he was finally going to move out of old buildings into a society with amenities from the present century, he quickly forgot what made it possible. He rationalized it to himself by saying that Usha’s father had done it for the comfort of his daughter. Besides, he got a new car anyway.
Anand keyed into the flat, and let Usha enter first. Anand’s mother had insisted that she should be present in the Bombay flat when the bride entered the house for the very first time. Anand had refused that, giving the reason that it was just a rented flat, and that his actual home was still in his village. Anand didn’t want the hassle of hosting his parents in Bombay. And if that were the case, he would have had to travel with them, which would’ve diluted his first check-in with his wife. Yes, it didn’t go as planned for Anand. He was afraid that it might happen, that his dick would refused to be hard for natural sex, after years of being inside women who had sex with him only for the money that they were paid.
It was just him and his new wife in the new place. In terms of size, it was a humble 1BHK. It was sparsely furnished, with only the very basics, but most things in that flat were new — a new marital bed, a new couch, a new fridge, all those for his new wife. Anand didn’t want to think of the bed right then. Unlike the day before, when they reached his place, he was indeed tired. All he wanted was a nice shower, and to sleep early.
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It was 8 PM, when Anand declared that he was going to bed, “I know it can be very early for you. I am just tired. You don’t have to rush to bed, if you are not sleepy.” He had kissed her forehead as he got up from the couch. They were watching a movie on the TV, after they had finished the pizzas they had ordered.
Usha had decided to wear the most comfortable kurta and salwar she could find. She had taken off a few of the bangles, and had put on a fresh line of sindoor on her forehead after the shower. As she had done that, the image of her the couch, with that man’s dick inside her flashed by. It made her shudder. But, it made her pussy damp, which was scarier for her.
When Anand left for bed early, her heart sank. She was looking forward to the sex, or at least the attempt of sex. She wasn’t feeling horny — she wanted her husband to cum inside her too. She was worried that if Anand doesn’t cum, she would be seeded by that man from the hotel, whose name she didn’t know. That prospect made Usha uneasy to the core.
It was also the fact that she was in an utterly new place. The Bombay she saw outside was crowded and bustling. But inside that flat, it was just she and her husband. Yes, it was small and cozy, but still, she was used to seeing people outside the window. In that flat, the windows overlooked another building, whose lights didn’t turn on in the evening. When she looked down, she could hardly see anything worth noticing — everything looked miniaturized from their 16th floor window.
Once Anand was gone, the living room suddenly seemed too large for her. She browsed through Netflix, trying to find something to watch. The interface was new for her. It took her a while, before she landed up on Fishbowl Wives. The thumbnail for the series seemed steamy, and besides she was a wife herself now.
She had avoided her phone in the evening, it kept lighting up with an endless repeat of messages which congratulated her. The first episode was slow-burn, and eventually her eyes got heavy, and she didn’t know when she fell asleep.
“I should be back by 6 PM. If I’m late, I will let you know,” Anand was tying his shoe laces.
Usha had made a plate of poha for him. She had plenty of time to prepar it. She’d woken up around 5 AM. She was still on the couch. She had gone to check on her husband, who was fast asleep, his mouth slightly open. Seeing him sleep, the memory of the hotel started floating back into her mind. She resisted it, by busying herself with a shower.
By 6 AM, she was browsing the kitchen for things to prepare. The tea was easy to find. She made herself a cup of black tea, and drank it while sitting couch. She wished there was a separate dining table, but for now, the coffee table would be their place to have everything. Once she was done with the tea, she browsed the grocery, and found that it was grossly under-stocked. She made a mental list of things that were needed before lunch.
When Anand woke up, he came out to the living room to wish her good morning. He looked very different just out of bed. He was yet to wear his glasses, and his eyes were all puffed up, his hair unkempt.
“When did you sleep last night?” he asked her, as she put the milk to boil.
Usha withheld that she had spent their second night out of the bed too, “I think 11 PM. I was up by 5 AM though.”
Anand noticed her in her kurta, different from what she was wearing last evening. This one was more fitting, outlining her svelte figure, the slit of the kurta adding a beautiful titillation when she moved. Her hair was still wet, and she had let it loose, making her look even more beautiful. There was plenty of time to undress Usha, to have sex with her. He had spent two nights without being inside his wife, well, not inside her pussy. He had woken up with a hard-on, and would have liked nothing more than a release. But, he will have to wait till the evening. He has to do something before he will try to fuck his wife for the first time.
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When he was ready to leave, he hugged his wife, his hands lingered over the small of her back. He planted a kiss on her lips, and said, “If there’s any problem at all, just call me.”
Usha nodded. She saw him leave, and waited till he reached the end of the hall, out of her sight. She closed the door, and turned around. She was alone, in a new city, in a new home, on a new day. She was tired, because the sleep on the couch was restless. Her neck had a slight ache. She could simply go to the bed and sleep, but she didn’t want her first day to be a lazy one.
She was excited and nervous about going down and exploring the places nearby. She was certainly an outsider, but for someone like Usha who has felt like an outsider all her life, that feeling was comforting. Anand had told her that a maid would start coming from the next day. Usha went around the house, tidying it up. When she was done, she felt that she needed to take another shower before she’d head out.
In her bedroom, she picked up the clothes which she’d wear outside — a red kurta, and a white salwar. She collected her towel, and started walking toward the bathroom. Soon, she realized that she could easily undress herself in the bedroom, without having to worry about it in the bathroom. She had never done that, because back at home, she didn’t lock the door to her room often.
She quickly stripped herself, down to her lingerie. She was wearing a pair of pink panties and a white bra. Just like her clothes, those were brand new too. She was about to walk into the bathroom, when she caught her reflection on the mirror.
Usha had never seen her that way — her wrists had bangles, her neck had a prominent mangalsutra around her neck, and the color of mehendi hadn’t worn off from her palms and forearms. She couldn’t recognize herself, even her face looked different. It was hard to tell if she looked different in a good way. She touched her belly, a belly that she desperately needed her husband to seed.
Without her wanting to, her hand moved to her panty. She didn’t mean to, but it brushed against her clit, sending a spark up her spine. Usha circled her clit, through her pink panty, while she looked at herself in the mirror. It was strange to see herself that way, to hear the clinks of her bangles as she pleasured herself.
Usha started to move her hips as the pleasure of her rubbing increased. Soon thereafter, she placed the towel down on the bed, and sat on the bed. She couldn’t see herself in the mirror, but she knew how she must have been looking in the room.
With her hand inside her panty, on the bed when no one was in the house, she was touching herself. She felt like she was 18 again, when she had recently discovered the pleasures of touching herself, when she would wait for the times to be alone, to be able to touch herself without interruption.
She slipped her hand inside the panty, and closed her eyes. She lied down, her neck never finding a comfortable position on the pillow. But her hands found the rhythm that she liked. She bent her legs, and spread them, as she rubbed her clit.
In her mind, her husband was in the room. In her mind, he was on top of her, with his hard dick inside her. She didn’t know if it will feel different than the man from the hotel, but she liked to think that it will be better. She imagined his face, she imagined him grunting and panting as he fucked her.
Despite all her attempts, Usha’s mind kept going back to that man, to the way he fucked her, to the way her body shook when he was moving his hips, when he was deep inside her, his hard dick pulsating inside her. There would be glimpses of Anand too, squeezing her neck, pinching her nipples, and slapping her.
When she came, it was a mixture of everything — the fantasy of a hard dick inside her, the memory of her stinging cheek, and finally a reminder that she had let another man finish inside her, to claim her for himself.
Catching her breath, she reached for her phone, and checked the time. She had spent the last 15 minutes pleasuring herself. She groaned, and rushed to the shower.
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The first challenge for Usha was to make sure that she locked the house properly. Unlike what she was used to, there wasn’t a big fat lock. Instead, she was simply supposed to pull the door. Before leaving, she tried the key, to unlock the door, and to lock it again, to be sure that she hasn’t locked herself out.
The next challenge was to find the lift. After exiting the flat, she had started moving to the opposite side of the corridor. With her head down, she didn’t see the wall ahead. A woman walked past her. Usha, felt the woman’s eyes linger on her, but she didn’t raise her head, with the anxiety of having to introduce herself. When she reached the end of the corridor, her cheeks felt aflame in embarrassment of not even knowing where the lift was. She urgently turned around, and made her way to the lift.
When she reached the lift, someone else was waiting for the lift too. She was an older woman, and as dressed formally in a pair of trousers and a dress shirt. Her hair was straightened, and ended half-way through her back. Usha kept her distance, realizing that it was the same woman who had walked past her in the corridor.
From the distance Usha was standing, it was impossible to ignore the woman’s figure — Usha had never seen an ass that big, and yet the woman wasn’t fat. Her waist had hints of bulges, but all those only made her appearance more attractive. Then there was the perfume, a perfume so subtle and so pleasant that Usha took two breaths when she needed only one.
The woman was on her phone, and kept adjusting her hair, tucking it behind her ear. She would run her hand along her straightened hair, as if to make sure that it was still straight. The lift’s door dinged, and the woman entered the lift. Usha was entering the lift when their eyes finally met.
The woman’s shirt was tight around her breasts. Her breasts were large, proportionate to her heavy bottom. Accustomed to look for symbols of marriage on every woman, Usha scanned her to check if she was wearing a sindoor, or if she had a mangalsutra around her neck. She had none. Her wrists were naked, except for a delicate watch on her left wrist, she wore one lonely ring on her right hand. In the confines of the elevator, the woman’s perfume was overpowering, making Usha wonder if she herself could ever smell that good.
Usha kept a slight smile on her face, and looked at her feet, with her hands clasped in front of her.
“You have moved in here recently?” the woman asked.
Her voice was incongruous with her body. While was curvy and thick, her voice was thin, almost nasal. Usha looked at her and nodded, “Yes. Me and my husband.”
“Sneha,” the woman extended her hand.
Usha smiled, unsure how to behave. It was new to her, to have people introduce themselves to her, especially a grown woman who oozed of sexual energy. She shook Sneha’s hand, “Usha.”
Sneha noticed mehendi on Usha’s palms, and said, “Oh! Congratulations! This doesn’t look older than a couple of days.”
Usha blushed, “Yes, it’s my first morning here.”
Sneha raised her eyebrow and nodded, “It’s so rare to run into a neighbor on our floor. Most flats are either empty or are rented to people who never seem to get out of their flats.”
Usha had nothing to contribute to that observation. She kept quiet. The lift stopped, and a couple got in. Sneha went back to checking her phone, and Usha resumed studying her feet.
When they reached the ground floor, Usha was the last one to leave. Sneha was in front of her, walking quickly, her ass swaying as she did, looking delicious even her formal trouser. Usha was observing the way she was moving, when Sneha suddenly turned toward her, and said, “It was nice meeting you!”
Usha quickly raised her gaze from Sneha’s ass and said, “Yes,” she didn’t know what to next, so, she just blurted out, “I am just going out to get a few things for the house.”
Sneha stopped walking, and waited for Usha to join her by her side, “Well, you’d only have to go out and take a right. You would find this supermarket like place… I keep forgetting its name. But anyway, you’d find everything you need there.”
“Thank you,” Usha said, glad that she was spared the trouble of having to decide whether to take left or right once she exited the society gates.
“It’s on my way to work. I mean, I will take the turn anyway. I can drop you there,” Sneha said.
“No no, don’t trouble yourself.”
Sneha laughed and said, “It’s no trouble at all.”
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When Sneha started driving, she said, “What are you doing this evening?”
“I don’t know. My husband will return by 6 PM. I don’t know what we will do next,” Usha said, straightening her kurta.
Sneha smiled sheepishly. She would’ve commented on the word “do”, but decided that she didn’t know the girl enough to make such a joke.
When Sneha saw the young girl in the lift, after a long time, she had felt pleasant about another person. Between her work, and being a single mother, the only pleasure that she could manage was the occasional fuck with someone from a dating app. And most of those dates, ended with her having to touch herself to an orgasm, and then rushing back home. On those nights, she always wished she took the number of that man from the mall, who had fucked her raw in the mall.
The girl, who was clearly not from Bombay, seemed like a breath of fresh air. Yes, she was nervous, and yes she was newly married. Sneha didn’t know who her husband was, but she had a fair idea of one single guy who lived on the floor. The only time Sneha had walked past that man, he had stank of alcohol and cigarettes. The young girl, seemed too innocent for a man like that.
Sneha wished that she could take the girl around for a bit, to see the city, through the wonder-stuck eyes of a young girl. She needed that novelty in her life. But, with work, it was almost impossible to manage that much time to chill. It had broken her heart when she had to send her daughter to a boarding school in Pune. Yes, it was just 3 hours away, but the first few months had been utterly lonely.
“Well, if you guys don’t make a dinner plan, let me know. I’d love to have dinner with you two,” Sneha told Usha.
It was an uncharacteristic invitation from Sneha. Usually, she’d come home, and get on a call with her daughter while she made dinner. But, the house never seemed normal without her. She could have hosted friends. At one point, she even thought that it was time for her to date, but, she felt guilty of using the house for her pleasures, when her daughter was away. But, it didn’t feel wrong inviting Usha and her husband for dinner.
“Oh! I will ask my husband, and let you know by afternoon,” and then added, “Tell me your number.”
They exchanged the numbers, and Usha thanked her as she got off the car. She watched Sneha drive away, and wished that she were more like Sneha — sexy and confident. She wondered how often Sneha was fucked, and she wondered how it’d be like to meet the man who had her as the wife. As she walked into a supermarket for the very first time in her life, Usha felt more confident than ever, even excited about the evening. And maybe, after they come back home, Anand would fuck her for the very first time.
The first text Anand received from his wife was around 12 PM. He was far from catching up with the work which had piled up in the time he was away. His mind wasn’t with him. A part of it was back home, thinking of his beautiful new wife, waiting for him, waiting for him to be hard enough to fuck her. His heart filled with anxiety whenever he remembered what had happened in that hotel.
She was on the bed, with her pussy bare, her entire body naked and shining with lust, and yet he lost his hard on, right before he could enter her. It had never happened to Anand, when he was fucking one of his whores. If anything, he had to pace himself, because once he entered a whore, it was a matter of time, before she used all the things that she knew to make him cum quickly.
There was something else too — he had gotten a call from Amir, a guy whom he knew for years, when he had entered the lustful streets of the flesh trade in Bombay. Since then, he had shared drinks and cigarettes with him, and more than a couple of times, shared a whore which neither of them could afford on their own.
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Amir wasn’t a pimp, so to speak. But he knew the people whom Anand needed to get in touch, to get the right kind of girls — girls who were MVPs, girls who were relatively new in the trade and were yet to be hardened and detached from sex, and more importantly, girls who were light on the wallet.
“Where have you been all these days?” Amir asked, immediately when Anand answered.
“I had told you, I was going away for my wedding,” Anand said, leaning back on his chair, happy to hear his voice.
There was a pause, and then Amir started speaking in his usual earnest tone, “Oh, of course! I had forgotten about it. I have to tell you, Anand bhai, I cannot imagine you to be a married man.”
Anand laughed at that. The kinds of things that Amir had seen Anand do in all those years, the kinds of women he had seen him fuck, it was indeed hard. Even for Anand to imagine himself as a married man.
