The Other Men - 6
Anand and his dalliances
Content Warning: This post is meant for adult readers only. It contains explicit description of sex and drug use. Exercise discretion when reading the story. All the images in this post are generated with AI (Stable Diffusion).
The sixth chapter took longer than usual, because I wanted to flesh out the rest of the story before publishing this one. When I started writing “The Other Men” it was supposed to be much shorter than its present length. My original outline for this, had seven chapters, seven important scenes about Usha. However, I’ve been having a lot of fun in writing about Usha, and her other men, which is why this has extended much longer than I’d anticipated.
If you have not read the last five chapters, I strongly recommend you to read those before starting this one. This chapter, is more about Anand than about Usha. It’s much shorter than my previous chapters, almost half the length. A break between this chapter and the next one was necessary, because the pace of the narrative changes significantly in the next chapter.
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Previously
6
As the date of wedding had gotten closer, Anand started thinking about his lifestyle more often. Marriage was a significant event in his life. And for a man with his kinds of indulgences, it was even more significant. He had avoided thinking about the whoring and drinking that he had been involved for years.
The day before he was supposed to leave the city for his wedding, he was with Amir and Suchi. Suchi wasn’t just a whore — she didn’t need the money anymore. Anand of course paid some money, but it was not a fair price for her. There was no way he could have afforded Suchi.
As he fucked Suchi, and stared into her drug-addled vacant eyes, he wondered if it will be the last time he was with a whore, with Suchi. Amir was on the couch, watching them, as he often liked to do. He had looked at Amir, and saw him stroking his dick, as he watched the two fuck. They had smiled at each other, and Anand had straightened himself to fuck Suchi harder. It had elicited a moan from her, something that was utterly rare for Suchi, especially after she had her needle.
Suchi was one of the few whores whom Anand dared to fuck raw. Amir had assured Anand that Suchi serviced four men in total. Anand never understood why he was special — he wasn’t rich, he didn’t have any meaningful power, neither was he classically handsome. He had been with enough whores to know that it was almost never about sexual pleasure for them.
It was on the third time with Suchi, after he had filled her up with his cum, that she had told him why he was special. He was still in bed, as Suchi touched her pussy, feeling up his cum.
“Amir told me that you work at a pharma company?”
Anand was circling her nipples when Suchi asked him that. His finger stopped mid-way. He had told Amir about his job as an accountant, when they were drinking, after bedding a whore together. He shouldn’t have done that. Despite the number of years that they knew each other, Amir had never even asked Anand his last name, let alone his profession. But in that conversation, the moment Anand had mentioned the name of his company, Amir was intensely interested. A week after that conversation, Amir had told him about Suchi, and showed to him her picture — a svelte, curly haired girl, with breasts which were the perfect balance of big and perky. And, he had told Anand that he could fuck her raw, and it would cost him as much as his usual “shots”.
“Uh… Yes,” Anand answered Suchi, unsure of why she was interested in his work.
Suchi turned her naked body, raised her leg and wrapped it around him. It was too intimate, more intimate than he had ever been with a whore (or anybody) in bed. She asked, her voice a whisper, “Can you get me ketamine?”
Suchi ran her fingers on his chest, rubbing his nipples. Anand gulped nervously, “I am an accountant. I don’t deal with the medicines directly.”
Suchi chuckled, “I am sure you will know somebody who does.”
Before Anand could reply, Suchi got up on her fours, and crawled backwards to place herself between his legs. Anand was still sensitive, the cum on his dick yet to dry completely.
Suchi caressed his dick, tracing his balls, and finally she brought her mouth to his limp dick. Anand moaned, surprised that he felt more pleasure than pain, surprised that he was starting to feel hard again. He felt her tongue on his dickhead, moving in a way which was impossible for him to see, but it felt incredible.
Quickly, he got hard, and Suchi didn’t need to be told to take him deep in her throat. She didn’t gag, instead, she kept his hard dick buried in her throat. Anand watched in amazement, as he saw the base of his dick get damp with her mucous, to see her eyes tearing up from having to control her gag reflex. But all through that, she smiled and stroked him.
When he came, Suchi didn’t pull away. Instead, she buried her face into his crotch, her nose touching his pubis, and took all of his cum directly into her throat, not wasting a single drop of it. Anand’s legs shook, and he moved his hips in the air as he came, experiencing a kind of orgasm which he had never felt.
When Suchi was done swallowing his cum, she got out of the bed. She walked, her body naked, her breasts bouncing with every step. She opened her drawer, and took out a pouch with a syringe and a vial. As she loaded the syringe, Anand observed her forearms for the first time. The room was dimly lit, but the needle marks all too visible — the only flaw in her body.
She walked up to him, and handed him a beaten up tourniquet. She extended her bare arm and said, “Tie me up.”
Suchi looked tragically beautiful then — naked, with cum in her pussy which Anand pumped, with cum in her mouth which she sucked out of Anand and her arm mauled by the needles of pleasure.
Anand’s fingers trembled a little as he tightened the tourniquet around her arm, her body shaking slightly as he did that. She walked to the table, and came back with the syringe, filled up with what Anand guessed was ketamine. She sat beside him, and looked at her arm intently. As she pricked her skin, and pushed the syringe, she said, “Next time you come here, get me a couple of vials of these.”
He watched, as Suchi injected herself with the poison of pleasure. When she was done, she gave him the empty syringe, and took off the tourniquet. She went to the center of the bed, refusing to wear any clothes, and closed her eyes. She had spread her legs and arms, as if she were a butterfly, about to take flight.
“Don’t wake me up when you leave or if you want to fuck me again. Inform Amir though, he is supposed to be here at 1 AM with Jit Seth. I would need to be awake and be dressed before that. And bring me this…” her last words slurred.
Anand didn’t know who Jit Seth was. It was still 8 PM then. He watched the naked woman on bed, her breasts perky and her nipples softened. He touched her breasts, feeling them up. Suchi didn’t move. He looked at her face, as he played with her nipples, seeing if she was getting disturbed by it. Her face looked different then. While earlier there was a resolute smile, now there was a peaceful one. Her expression had softened, her lips curled upwards ever so slightly.
Anand sighed, and got up from the bed. He had been with Suchi only thrice, but he had developed a certain fondness for her. She was right, he knew plenty of people whom he could ask for ketamine. It was risky beyond measure. He could lose his job, or worse, could be jailed for making such a request. As he dressed himself up, he looked at the sleeping whore in front of him. She didn’t look like one. In fact, after being with plenty of whores till then, Anand wondered if there was anything different about them, except for the source of their income. At the end of the day, she was just a woman, bared for anyone to see, anyone who could pay.
Before leaving, Anand studied the vial. It didn’t have any labels. He brought the vial close to his nose, smelling it. The smell was medicinal, almost pungent with hints of sourness. If Suchi’s price was a couple of vials of those, it was more than fair.
In the final moments before cumming that evening, the evening before he were to leave the city for his wedding, Anand held Suchi down, embracing her as he finished inside her. Suchi wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist — it was her brand of intimacy.
“So, when are you coming back next?” Suchi asked him. She didn’t have to make her syringes anymore, whenever Anand was around. Right after cumming, Anand would make it a point to prepare a shot for her.
He was standing naked, his dick quickly becoming limp, satisfied after being spent inside Suchi, “I don’t know. I am leaving tomorrow to get married.”
As he said it, he realized that he hadn’t told Suchi about it. Yes, he had mentioned it to Amir, but he hadn’t told it to the woman inside whom he came so frequently. He looked at Suchi. She was looking at her hands, her bare breasts dangling, her nipples still hard and shiny from being sucked earlier, her bare belly protruding ever so slightly because of the way she sat.
“I forgot to tell you about it,” Anand added, feeling guilty.
Suchi shrugged as she took the syringe from him. She looked up, and asked, “Will you be coming here after being married?”
Anand sighed. He had avoided answering that question all this time, even to himself. But, when Suchi asked it, he had simply said, “Yes.”
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Back to the present, for the lack of a suitable reply to Amir’s comment, Anand simply said laughed.
“Come this evening. Suchi has been asking about you,” Amir said.
Anand’s heart skipped a beat when he heard that, only to realize an instant later that Suchi was probably waiting for her next batch of vials. He had some extra vials lying around in his drawer. He pulled drawer to check them.
“Are you there?” Amir asked.
“Yes… Yes,” Anand picked up a vial and fidgeted with it.
His new wife, would be waiting for him. He was yet to enter her, yet to make her his woman. On the other hand, there was Suchi, who was waiting for him too. He started to get hard simply thinking about the prospect of seeing Suchi that evening. Anand never took himself to be a cheater, never thought that he would fuck other women once he was married. But then again, with Suchi, it was transactional, so was it cheating? (It was.)
He had avoided having sex with his wife after their first evening together, because he was scared of the recurrence of his limp dick. The more he tried to avoid thinking of Suchi, the harder he got. He was used to cumming every day, one way or the other. But it had been close to 36 hours since he had cum, since he had his dick touched by himself or otherwise.
“So, are you coming?” Amir asked, his voice more urgent.
“Yes,” Anand finally said, glancing at his watch.
So, when his wife texted him about a dinner invite from a neighbour, Anand replied,
Anand: I have a problem. I won’t be able to make it home till 10 PM. Too much work.He hit send, but decided to call her immediately.
“Hello,” Usha said, her voice honeyed.
“I am sorry, I won’t be able to come home early. You are alright, with everything, right?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, “I will say no to her then.”
“When did you meet her? I have never met anyone from our floor,” Anand said.
“I met her when I had gone out to get things for lunch and dinner.”
“Oh! I am glad you are settling in.”
“Come home soon. I will be waiting.”
“Yes, I will. If I get even more late, I will tell you. And yes, why don’t you go and have the dinner? What would you do sitting around in the house alone?”
Usha was quiet for a moment, and then said, “Okay.”
After Usha finished the call, she messaged Sneha.
Usha: My husband won’t be able to come home before 10 PM. I can come for the dinner though.
Sneha: That’d be great! An all-girls party! Be there by 0730 PM. We will start with some drinks. You drink, don’t you?Usha paused before typing the reply. She didn’t really drink. It was just one evening, and when she had the alcohol, she ended up making a strange man cum inside her. But, Sneha seemed nice. She was smitten by the way she looked and carried herself, by the way she smelled.
Usha: Yes. And yes, I will be there at 0730.Usha kept her phone away. She had already had her lunch. She went to the bedroom, and lied in the bed. She stared at the ceiling and wondered how the evening will be. She was looking forward to it.
But then, there was the other thing. The first time she was fucked in that hotel room, while her husband was passed out drunk, it had felt surreal, a feeling difficult to put in words. She had lost her virginity to a nameless man, who had fucked her raw, how had finished inside her, filling her up with his juices. Whenever she thought about the way she was fucked, the intensity with which the man thrust inside her, she felt damp between her legs. She wanted to feel that again, she wanted to be desired that way again.
Her husband will be home late, probably tired from his day, and would go to bed quickly. She would be left without his seed, and the doubt that she might be carrying the child of an unknown man lingering in her mind. She sighed, and closed her eyes, after setting at alarm for 4 PM. At least, she had an evening to look forward to.
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