The Other Men - 7
An Evening of New Habits
The seventh chapter of The Other Men is much shorter than the other chapters. The reason for that is not that the story about Usha and her other men has gotten shorter. In fact, the story will continue for many more chapters. However, while writing this, I have dedicated some of time in writing other works. You will soon them being published on After a Good Date. There will be a long gap before the eight (and massively long) chapter will be released. I will do so, only after I have finished the entire story. So, you will have the eight chapter and access to the entire book, when it is published.
This part introduces a new thread to Usha’s story, a new thread to pull, a new thing to discover about her. The part is short, because before I pause this story for a bit, I want you to leave wondering what Usha would be up to.
Happy Reading!
If you haven’t read the previous chapters of this story, I strongly recommend you to do so. It will be a lovely binge, a build-up that has been going on for a month!
Back to the beginning
Previously
7
Usha was at Sneha’s door a little before 0730 PM. She had woken up much before 4 PM. She’d watched some Netflix, and then wandered around the house fixing things up. When it was close to six, she went to the shower, to quickly freshen up, and then, picked out a fresh pair of kurta and salwar. This kurta was a shade of yellow. She avoided that color, despite it being her mother’s favorite. It made her dark skin stand out. She picked that kurta, because it was the only other kurta which was tailored to fit her body perfectly. She would have liked it half an inch looser around her breasts, but, the way it was, it made her breasts stand-out, and the bright yellow color drew even more attention. So, dressed in her yellow kurta, freshly out of shower, Usha waited for the door to be answered.
Sneha got the door. She smiled broadly and ushered her inside, “Please come in!”
She was wearing a stain dress, which was loose, but on her, even the loose dress seemed snug. The dress had a plunging neckline, leaving little to imagination how large Sneha’s breasts were. Sneha didn’t have a fair skin, which made Usha be more comfortable around her — it assuaged her unfounded insecurity for her skin.
Sneha’s apartment was bigger than their own, had all the things which a flat should have. But there was something else — everything in that place had a bespoke touch to it. The walls had abstract paintings, the ceiling lights gave a gentle and warm yellow glow, and the living room was centered by a plush carpet.
“Please, be comfortable. I have not hosted anyone in a long time,” Sneha was taking out a few glasses off the shelf of her kitchen.
Usha sat down at the couch, and watched Sneha put the glasses down on the table in front of her. As she did that, Usha couldn’t help but notice how deep Sneha’s neckline went, and the way her dress threatened to expose all of her breasts. It only made Usha respect Sneha more — maybe someday, Usha would be bold enough to wear such a dress.
Sneha, stood up, and pulled her stain top a little, straining it against her breasts, and asked Usha, “So, what will you drink?”
Usha smiled, her hands placed on her knees, fidgeting with the hem of her kurta, “whatever you have. I…” she paused a little, “I don’t drink much. Have drunk only once before.”
“Oh!” Sneha said, walking to the fridge, “It’s a good thing that I got some wine, along with vodka.”
Not knowing how to respond to it, Usha smiled. Not so long ago, she would use the words wine and alcohol interchangeably. That’s what the shops around Nagpur read — “Wine shops”.
Sneha took out a bottle of red wine, and from the kitchen counter, took a container, which had the food that she’d ordered before Usha’s arrival. Sneha didn’t cook. She used to love cooking for her ex-husband. But, after she had caught him fucking a whore in their bed, she detested the fact that she once liked to feed that man with the best things she could make.
“Let me help you,” Usha said, getting up.
Sneha protested, but Usha was already beside her, setting the chicken cutlets on a plate. Sneha unsealed the bottle of wine, and poured both of them large glasses of wine.
Usha watched her from the side, Sneha’s outline shapely, her breasts standing out proud, her ass cocked with an attitude. Sneha caught her staring. Usha looked away, took the plate in the hand and started looking for microwave.
“There,” Sneha pointed on the microwave perched on a slab on the wall.
As Usha carefully placed the plate of cutlets in the microwave, Sneha's eyes followed her movements, lingering on the curve of Usha's back accentuated by her tight yellow kurta. There was a subtle tension in the air, almost palpable, as Sneha found herself unexpectedly drawn to the young woman's innocent grace.
They moved to the couch, each nursing a glass of wine. The conversation started innocuously, discussing tame topics like work and daily routines. But as the wine lowered their inhibitions, their words began to carry a different weight, a charged undercurrent that neither could ignore.
Sneha, experienced and worldly, noticed Usha's nervous glances and slight fidgets. She gently steered the conversation towards more personal territories, sharing stories of her past lovers and desires. Usha listened, her cheeks flushing, yet she was captivated, hanging onto every word. Sneha told her about her ex husband, about the time when she found out that he was fucking whores when she was pregnant, about the time when she had forgiven him only to find a naked whore in their marital bed.
“The whore must have been your age,” Sneha said. She sipped her wine, glass almost empty.
Usha, not knowing what to reply, just looked at her glass of wine, and gulped the remainder of the wine.
"I haven't felt this relaxed in ages," Sneha confessed softly, her eyes locking with Usha's. "It's funny how life can surprise you, bringing unexpected moments of... connection."
Usha nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Life is full of surprises," she said, thinking about her own unfulfilled desire of feeling her husband’s dick inside her and the surprise fuck with the stranger from the hotel.
Sneha leaned closer, her tone becoming more suggestive. "Sometimes, you need to seize those moments, Usha. Life's too short for regrets," as Sneha said it, she placed her hand on Usha’s thigh.
Sneha's hand on Usha's thigh was like a spark igniting a flame. Usha's breath hitched, her body responding to the touch despite her mind's whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She turned to face Sneha, her eyes wide and uncertain, yet filled with a growing curiosity.
"I..." Usha started, but words failed her. The intensity of the moment, the wine, and the undercurrent of desire left her tongue-tied.
Sneha squeezed Usha’s thigh. Usha gasped at the unfamiliar touch of a woman. She had been with two men, and they had squeezed and groped her body, but Sneha, on that couch, was different.
“Wow, you’re so firm,” Sneha said, as she continued to squeeze and move up Usha’s thigh.
Sneha's touch was exploratory, yet gentle, a stark contrast to the rougher, more demanding caresses Usha had experienced from men. Usha felt a shiver run through her, a mixture of apprehension and excitement. She couldn't deny the surge of sensations Sneha's touch elicited within her.
The room seemed to shrink, focusing all energy on the space between them. Usha, overwhelmed by the novelty of it all, found herself leaning slightly towards Sneha, her body instinctively seeking more of this unfamiliar yet intriguing contact. Her legs parted open, just as she had done for the man, who had fucked her raw in the hotel room, while her husband was in bed, passed out drunk.
Sneha's hand paused momentarily, gauging Usha's reaction. Seeing no resistance, only curiosity and a budding desire in Usha's eyes, she continued her exploration. Her fingers traced gentle patterns on Usha's thigh, moving ever so slowly, yet with a purpose that hinted at both care and desire.
Usha's breathing became more labored, her chest rising and falling more rapidly. She was acutely aware of every point where their bodies nearly touched and Sneha’s hand slowly making its way up her thighs. The air around them seemed to buzz with unspoken possibilities.
"You're beautiful, Usha," Sneha murmured, her voice a velvety caress that matched the softness of her touch. "And so responsive."
As she said it, her hand reached Usha’s crotch. Usha flinched, her mouth gaped open, and a loud moan escaped her.
Sneha withdrew her hand, and rested it on Usha’s inner thigh, less than inch away from her pussy. Usha’s kurta had slid away from her thigh, giving a complete view of Sneha’s hand on her thigh.
It wasn’t the wine which was making Sneha do those things. She was barely buzzed. The moment she had seen Usha for the first time, she had felt that the girl was different. She was so much younger than Sneha, her body so much more svelte, so much more firm. And to top it all, it was her innocence.
Sneha wanted to push it further. She stared at Usha’s chest, rising and falling rapidly, her glass of wine frozen in place.
“Are you sore?” Sneha asked, squeezing her thigh again, getting a little closer to Usha’s crotch. Her salwar felt flimsy, an inconvenience at that point.
“What?” Usha asked, between her labored breaths.
Sneha looked at Usha, running her eyes along her body, “You know what I mean,” she smiled at Usha.
Sneha was leaning over to Usha by then, her cleavage more prominent, her scent even more prominent from that distance. Usha shook her head.
“I remember my early days in the marriage, my ex would always find an excuse to undress me, and fuck me. At the end of the first couple of days, I was sore all over. Especially here,” Sneha touched her crotch again, that time, lingering over her pussy, pressing on it through Usha’s salwar.
Usha flinched again. Her mind was racing, her breath hitched.
Sneha giggled, and finally let go of her thigh, and straightened herself, “I don’t know how you will take him tonight.”
As she said it, she got up from the couch, and went to refill her glass.
Usha blinked, her mouth still open slightly at the sudden turn of events. A woman, for the first time ever, had expressed herself sexually. Or was it sexual? Usha’s mind felt foggy. She kept her glass down. At the clink of the glass, Sneha turned, and walked to the table, and refilled Usha’s glass. As she did that, her breasts threatened to come out of her satin top. It was at that instant, that Usha realized that Sneha wasn’t wearing a bra.
And Usha felt her pussy pulsate. The same way it had for the man in the hotel.
Right then, Sneha looked at her, “You can sit straight,” she said smiling, “Do you want more?” Sneha was holding the bottle of wine, but in those words, were layers, that Usha was afraid to peel. She was even more afraid of the fact that she wanted more. And she didn’t want more wine.
Anand let out a slow breath. He was at the door for close to half a minute, looking at his feet and fidgeting with the strap of his sling bag. His other hand was in his pocket, playing with the vials of ketamine he had brought for Suchi.
Through the door, he could hear Amir speaking, and Suchi talking back, her voice a monotone. Suchi was like that, until she was stripped of everything, and was made to be the center of attraction on the bed, that’s when she came alive. And the other time, would be when her needle was being prepared.
Anand coming to meet Suchi, didn’t mean that he had to fuck her. He could simply give the vials of ketamine, hangout and leave. Amir and Suchi will be a pleasant company to hangout with. After all, they had an intimate bond — they had seen each other naked, they had touched each other in every way possible, not just once, but countless times. That brings people close.
In the last couple of days of being a married man, Anand had a lot on his mind. The biggest of them was his inability to fuck his wife, to be hard enough to enter her pussy, to claim it for himself, to pleasure her in ways that he wanted to. Anand sighed.
Right then, his phone started buzzing. He took it out and Amir’s name was flashing. Anand smiled a little, and swiped to answer the call, “Yes bhai, at the door.”
Amir opened the door with a broad smile.
When he was inside, Anand saw Suchi on the bed. His mouth gaped open, when he saw her. It wasn’t the first time he was seeing her like that, but it felt like forever since he’d seen her that that.
Suchi was resting against the bed, wearing just a panty. Her breasts were bare, her belly bulged a little because she had bent one of her legs. Anand found the casualness with which she was chatting up with Amir, naked, waiting for him incredibly hot.
She smiled at him, her curly hair covering a part of her one eye, her breasts turning just a little toward him as she did it.
“Hello,” Anand said, returning the smile. He kept the bag down, and looked at Amir.
“Come Suchi, let’s get the party going!” Amir said. He opened a fresh bottle whisky.
Suchi rose gracefully from the bed, her movements embodying the confidence of someone comfortable in her own skin. She walked with a casual, unhurried gait, her nudity not a statement but a natural state of being for her. Anand watched, captivated by her ease and poise. The sight of Suchi's bare form stirred a familiar desire within him, a sharp contrast to his recent marital experiences.
Anand, now a married man, couldn't help but reflect on how things had changed since he last saw Suchi in this way. He was committed to Usha, yet the unresolved issues in his marriage, particularly their unfulfilled sexual relationship, weighed heavily on him. Being in the company of Suchi and Amir, who had shared many intimate moments with him, felt oddly comforting. It was a familiar terrain, a stark contrast to the complexities he was navigating with Usha.
As Suchi settled beside Anand on the couch, her bare skin almost brushing against him, the atmosphere in the room shifted subtly. Amir, seated across from them, watched the dynamics with an eager, almost anticipatory gaze. He had always enjoyed being an observer of the intimate exchanges between Suchi and Anand.
"So, Anand, back in the game?" Amir teased, breaking the ice with a suggestive tone. His words seemed to nudge Anand and Suchi closer to a familiar path, one they had tread many times before.
Suchi, maintaining her neutral yet enticing demeanor, glanced at Anand with a knowing look. Her bare presence next to him was a silent siren call, yet Anand resisted, caught between desire and his marital vows.
The conversation meandered, lubricated by a round of drinks. With each sip, the air grew heavier with unspoken tension. Finally, as the effect of the alcohol set in, Anand's guard lowered. "I haven't been... well, I haven't been able to stay hard enough with Usha," he confessed, his voice tinged with frustration and a hint of vulnerability.
The admission hung in the air, shifting the energy in the room. Suchi, ever the professional, showed no judgment, while Amir’s expression was one of intrigued encouragement.
Anand gulped down the remainder of his drink and put the glass down. Amir immediately started pouring Anand a drink.
Suchi placed her hand on Anand’s shoulder and said, “Don’t worry about it. I know you, at least, when it comes to your dick. I have always been amazed how often you got yourself hard for me.”
She squeezed his shoulder as she said it. Anand felt his dick stir as he heard it.
Amir chuckled and added, “Oh yes, I have seen you fuck her, and it was always such a fun sight to watch. And I am not even talking about years ago. Just weeks ago, you were right there in the bed, fucking Suchi from behind, her face buried in the mattress.”
Suchi let a laughter out, her breasts jiggling as she did that. Anand couldn’t help but smile at the levity with which sex was talked about in that room. It wasn’t normal. But that’s where Anand felt at home.
The stark contrast between this openness and the challenges he faced with Usha was not lost on him. In this room, with Suchi and Amir, Anand felt a sense of liberation and comfort, a stark deviation from the norms he grappled with in his married life. He wished, that this were his home.
To be continued
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