The Things We Do For Love - 1
Desperate Measures
This is the story about Divya and Nitin. They are a 30-something couple, deeply in love with each other. But no love story is perfect, and is far from easy. In “The Things We Do For Love”, you get to read the extent to which people go to make their loved ones happy. This will be a multipart story.
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Nitin was inside his wife when she started crying. Some women cry after having an orgasm. But Divya, was crying out of frustration. She loved her husband. And they had been together for five years before that night. But, as Nitin was pumping inside her, she started crying, because they were not having sex for the love for each other, but to get pregnant.
Nitin was so focused on fucking his wife, that it took him a full minute before he realized that she was crying. And when he looked up, he was close to cumming. He didn’t stop thrusting inside her through, for he had waited four days to fuck her. He fucked her till he came. As he filled Divya with his cum, he saw her covering her face with hands, sobbing, with her legs wide open, still in her nighty.
When he was done, and was sure that he has spilled every bit of his cum inside Divya, he removed himself from top of her, and laid beside his wife. Divya pulled her nighty down, covering her naked pussy, freshly fucked and filled with cum, and turned the other side.
Nitin looked at the ceiling and sighed. He knew why Divya was crying. He looked at his wife, her frame looking ever so delicate in the darkness of their bedroom. He touched her shoulder and said, “It’s going to be okay.”
Divya didn’t respond. Nitin could feel her body shudder, as she tried to muffle her cries.
“It will happen this time,” he said. The lack of conviction in his voice, made Divya turn toward him.
She was looking straight at her, her eyes, wet with her tears, her beautiful face sad with the deepest of sorrows that a woman can have.
“What if it doesn’t?” she asked.
“We will see another doctor. We will try different medicines. We —”
“We have done all this. And what has it gotten us?” Divya spoke between her teeth.
“We can always adopt—”
“No!” Divya said, grinding her teeth.
Nitin knew better to speak anything more. He knew Divya. After all, they had been married for five years, and had known each other for three years before that.
“Okay. Okay…” Nitin said, touching her bare arm, caressing it, to calm her down.
He adjusted himself, so that he was nearer to her. Divya, on cue, folded herself and entered his embrace. Nitin took a deep breath, and hugged his wife, and raised his legs to engulf her body entirely.
They stayed that way, till Divya fell asleep. Nitin was wide away though, thinking of everything in the world, except for the problem at the hand. After all, the problem that they had, didn’t have an easy solution.
Nitin and Divya had been trying to get pregnant for three years by then. They were both 32 years old. They got married, when they were 27. They were each others’ first love. They met while working in the same office. Neither were from Bombay. They were 24 when they had met, young professionals, enjoying the freedom of adulting.
Divya had lost her virginity to Nitin. And before Divya, Nitin had fucked once, in college. It was an unremarkable fuck, more awkward than pleasure. But the first time Nitin and Divya were together in bed, they had been a hot mess. In that hotel room, when Divya had shed her clothes and stood in front of him, she had stolen her heart.
One thing had led to another, and when the time to penetrate her had come, Nitin had chosen not to wear a condom. It was Divya’s first time, with a guy. She had watched intently as Nitin’s dick had entered her, vanishing inside her inch by inch. She had been in pain. She had gasped, she had winced, but she hadn’t closed her eyes.
Divya had the fairest of Indian skins. The darkest part of her body — the place between her legs, was fairer than Nitin. It was mesmerizing to see his thick brown dick enter her. It had felt raw and primal. She had fallen in love with him, the first time he had entered her.
That time, Nitin had fucked her, as if he would lose her if he stopped fucking. And when he was close to cumming, he had declared that. Divya had nodded yes, and he had finished inside her.
After they were done, when they were down from the high of lust, they had realized their mistake. The next few dates and the hundred phone calls between them, was about the pregnancy scare.
It’s an irony, how things change with time.
When Nitin woke up in the morning, Divya wasn’t beside him. She was an early riser, waking up at 6 AM every day, even though they had stayed up till 1 AM the night before, fucking and crying.
She was on the couch, scrolling through her phone, when Nitin had wished her good morning. She had smiled and had gone back to scrolling. She was already done with her morning ablutions. Divya was wearing a pair of shorts, and a tee shirt.
Even at 32, Divya had perky breasts and a flat belly. Her overall frame was slim, except for her breasts. Her arms were slender and delicate, her neck was the same, but her breasts were full and fleshing. She had her feet up on the coffee table in front of her. Her skin had a natural shine to it.
“I have made coffee for you too. Just warm it up,” she said. She pointed toward the kitchen. The fabric of the tee shirt moved, jiggling her braless breasts. Even after all these years, Nitin got excited by these little things about his wife.
As Nitin warmed his coffee, he was deep in thought. While falling asleep the night before, he had decided on something. A decision, that would change things.
The reason why Nitin and Divya hadn’t been able to conceive was — Nitin. He had no problem fucking or staying hard, it was just that he was sterile. They had gone to the doctors, and they would assure him that his sperm density would improve. He had quit drinking, he had quit smoking, hoping that his sperm quality will improve.
But, it’s been years, and nothing has changed. They have done everything — from a good diet, to exercises, to medicines, to timing their sex. Whenever they had sex these days, it was all about cumming inside Divya. They would not have sex for four days, so that Nitin gets to make his cum thick and warm. And then, when they had sex, it was not about pleasure. It was about getting through the session and then hoping that one thing among all the things that they have been doing, worked.
But every month, when Divya would get her period, she would break down. Nitin felt guilty, because after all, it was him who had the problem. Divya was his hot sexy wife, with a belly that craved to carry a baby. Nitin had suggested adoption many a time, but Divya wanted the child to be hers. Something that Nitin could not give.
He came out of the kitchen, and sat down beside Divya.
“Last night, I —”
“I am sorry about last night,” Divya cut him off. She felt her phone aside, and hugged Nitin, her arms curling around his chest, “I should have been stronger.”
Nitin kept his coffee down, and caressed Divya’s hair. There was a flicker of indecision, about the idea that he had.
“It’s okay,” he said, “I have an idea.”
Nitin told her his idea.
Divya was dumbstruck when she heard it. She looked at him, without blinking her eyes. Nitin was holding her hand when he was telling her the way he had thought of her getting pregnant.
“You have gone insane,” she finally said.
The tone of her voice unnerved Nitin. In all the years of being married to her, in all the fights they have been, the ugliest of them, Divya had been ballistic. Her voice was never even. But, that morning, on her couch, when Nitin told her about what he had in mind for her, Divya spoke in a cold voice.
“Divya, please. At least consider it —”
“Consider what? You want me to fuck other men, and make them cum inside me, so that I can be pregnant?!” Divya spoke at the top of her voice.
Nitin sighed. “Please calm —”
Divya abruptly got up from the couch, “Do you even understand what you are saying? I have never been with anyone other than you. And, I am your wife, for fuck’s sake!”
“You want a baby, which is yours. You want to give birth. And we have tried everything!” Nitin was agitated by then.
It had taken every bit of courage he had, every bit of reasoning he had, to propose this to Divya. After all, doing what he was suggesting, would mean finally accepting his sterility. And they raising a child who was not related to him, but to a faceless man, who will fuck his wife, and cum inside her.
Nitin got up, and walked up to her, “We both know, the problem is me. If I am okay with adopting a child, I am okay with raising a child who is —”
“A bastard?” Divya crossed her arms and looked away from him.
“He will be yours. Just as you have wanted. I love you, Divya. And I cannot see you being like this. Last night, when you were crying, it broke my heart. Do you think it was the first time I had thought about this?”
Divya looked at him, her eyes wide in astonishment. Her husband had been thinking about her with other men, not just an affair, but about her being fucked by another man, for her to carry a child in her belly that was not his.
“For how long?” she blurted.
“It doesn’t matter,” Nitin said, and rested his hands on her shoulders, “Listen, if we keep doing what we are doing, it will only push us apart. And I cannot lose you.”
“We can adopt…” Divya said, her voice feeling sad, even as she said it.
For as long as Divya had been a woman, she had thought about being a mother. At 32, almost all her friends were mothers. She would look at those cute babies, and at their mothers. She wanted someone to have a likeness of her. She wanted to see some likeness of her husband in the baby. Adopting a child, no matter, how much of love both of them will give to it, will not have those.
“See, you are sad even when you are saying it. And frankly, I do not want to destroy an innocent child’s life, by bringing it to a home in which her mother doesn’t approve of it,” Nitin squeezed her shoulders.
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Nitin wasn’t lying when he told Divya that he had been thinking about it for a while. In all this time, he had browsed the web, looking up all sorts of things that were needed for this project. Later that evening, he had sat Divya down, and told her all about it.
It was a rather simple plan, the only thing that they had to work on was the quality control. Divya was hot. She was slender, she had a beautiful face, a stomach, and a pair of round breasts. But all those things didn’t matter as much as the entire proposition of her being open to get fucked by men.
All that was needed was a photo of her, and some semblance that she was really a woman, wanting to be fucked, and there would be a queue of men, with all sorts of dicks, who would want to enter her and cum inside her.
But their matter was more delicate than simple fucking. There were concerns of course.
She would be fucking a practical stranger, raw. Nitin had avoided thinking about it in detail, the very act of seeing a hard dick disappear inside his wife. So, he had focused on the logic. There were STDs. And whoever they choose to fuck her, has to have some qualifications to be a biological father. It was not an exact science, at least, Nitin and Divya weren’t qualified to make that decision. Good looking men, don’t necessarily make good fathers. There were genetic diseases to consider.
Getting a sperm donor was of course, a possibility. But all the things that Nitin and Divya tried, there was a certain level of judgement in the eyes of the doctors that they went to, in the fertility clinic. They would ask about the intercourse, and as much as Nitin was a generous lover in bed, in those clinics he felt emasculated.
At least, in the way that he had thought about, only one other man would be in the room, judging him.
“So, we meet these guys before…” In all the times that they had discussed the deed, Divya could never bring herself to spell it. What was she supposed to say? Before she fucked another man? They had skirted around the discussion of the exact logistics of the matter. Will they do it in a hotel? Will Nitin be there in the same room?
“Yes, of course. And we will have to scout these guys. Think of this as being a date,” Nitin said.
“A date?”
“Yes,” Nitin was scrolling through the Tinder and Reddit profile that they had made, “a date with a guy and your husband.”
When Divya didn’t say anything, he looked up and said, “Divya, I will be there every step of the way. You are mine, and I am not letting you feel scared or threatened.” He squeezed her thigh as he said it.
They were in bed, naked, after fucking. After they had stopped trying to conceive, they had done away with the rule of fucking once every four days. The fucking was more pleasurable then, because Nitin was focusing on pleasuring Divya, rather than making her pregnant. And finally, they resumed the blow jobs.
Sucking a dick was an innate talent in Divya. Nitin’s dick was the first one she had ever sucked, and the very first time she had tasted a dick, and had felt the way it hardened inside her mouth, she had loved sucking Nitin. The kinds of things she did with her tongue, the kinds of places she licked with her tongue, were so perfect, that Nitin would often prefer finishing inside her mouth than inside her. And Divya swallowed.
She didn’t just swallow, she relished the taste of his cum. Every time Nitin saw her swallow his cum, and then smack her lips and use her tongue to take in every last bit of cum, he fell more in love with her. It was all that love, which had finally led to all that.
As Nitin scrolled through the profile, he said, “I want to take a picture of you. Go and stand by the mirror.”
“What? Right now? Like this?”
Divya was naked, with nothing on her. The only blemishes on her body were her dark nipples and the bush which she kept.
“Yes, we have to keep posting, making sure that we get as much engagement as we can,” Nitin said.
Divya had posed for the camera before, in her bra and panty. In fact they posted something or the other almost every day. She would bend over, and show her ass. She would squeeze her breasts together and stand seductively. But in all those photos, she was never completely naked.
As she got up from the bed, and walked to the center of the bedroom, the realization of what was about to happen hit her — hundreds and thousands of men were going to see her naked body. They would take out their dicks and jerk off to her body.
She turned toward Nitin, her arms beside her.
“Give me a pose,” he said.
Divya pushed her bare breasts out, and took her arms behind her back. She wondered what the men who see her like that would be thinking. Would they be thinking of her naked breasts for a long time? Would they imagine cumming inside her?
She had never seen a dick in real life, other than her husband’s. As she changed her pose, she turned around and bent over. The cool air from the air conditioner hit her bare ass. She felt the cool air touch her exposed pussy and her asshole. She was baring herself to everyone.
It was the first time she felt wet because of the project.
She had friends who would tell her crazy stories, about the times they fucked someone other than their husbands and boyfriends, about the times they teased a man so much that he sent them the pictures of his dick. She had always wondered what it would feel like.
“Amazing,” Nitin said.
She turned around and glanced at her husband’s dick. He had gotten slightly aroused from taking her pictures. She walked to the bed, and laid beside her. She turned her body toward him, hugging him and curled her fingers around his dick.
As she played with his dick, Nitin posted the pictures, with captions like, “I want your cum,” “Breed me,” “I want you cum deep inside me.”
Nitin’s dick was hardening quickly. Partly because Divya was stroking him, and partly because of the things he was writing about his wife.
After he was done posting, he waited, and opened the DMs. He had read most of the DMs, but there were many new ones to read. Most of the them were inane “heys.” But some stood out.
“Are you sure you can take me?” the guy had sent the picture of his dick. As he was studying another man’s dick, he felt the fingers of his wife, curling around his dick, tightening and stroking him harder.
He read through the rest of messages, each message more lewd than the others. Someone said that he will bring his friends with him, so that she can get stuffed in every whole, so that she can be drenched in cum. Most called her a cumslut. He read one last message, before keeping the phone away — “You would be too loose for your husband after I am done with you.”
He held Divya’s head, and she started sucking him. As he watched Divya’s cheeks form a vacuum to suck him, he wondered what it would be like to fuck her after she was with a man. Will she really be loose? He caressed her ass, and wondered if the guy she would be with, will spank her. Divya’s skin took marks easily.
When he was inside her, with their eyes locked together, the messages kept running in his mind. He fucked her harder than he usually did. He held her legs over his shoulders, and plunged deep inside her.
Divya liked to moan, but that evening after posting her nudes online, she was moaning louder. She felt every thrust from her husband amplified.
After they were done cumming, Nitin lied beside her, both of them breathless.
He said, “I think we should go on a date tomorrow. I think, we have our first scout.”
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