The Things We Do For Love - 2

The Coffee Date

Divya, imagined with Stable Diffusion

Previously

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It was harder than Nitin had thought. They had matches on Tinder and countless DMs on Reddit. But most of these guys were duds. It was mostly Nitin doing the talking, and he had the principle of being honest right from the beginning.

He would tell these matches and DM-ers that he was the husband of the woman whose photos they had liked on Tinder and whose nudes they had jerked off to. On Tinder, of course, Divya was less scandalous. They hadn’t used her real name, but the photos had her face, and she was in tight clothes, shorter dresses than she usually wore.

The matches on Tinder were wary of being scammed. They had unreasonable demands such as asking Divya to write their names on her naked breasts and send them for verification. When Nitin would say that they can simply meet for a coffee, most will back off.

Reddit had its own problem. A lot of the guys who were overly interested weren’t from Bombay. They would say that they were from Pune, some were from Delhi. They would say that they can travel. But Nitin didn’t want such guys. It will take a lot of mental effort for both Divya and Nitin to show up for a date. They cannot depend on a guy who has to travel a lot just to be in the same city.

And the guys who were interested, didn’t have the kind of vibe they were looking for. Nitin could never admit to himself what he really wanted, because he didn’t know. Yes, he wanted a man who would fuck his wife and impregnate her. Yes, he wanted to see his wife, with the cum of another man inside her. But, there was extra baggage with it.

Some of the men he talked with on the internet, assumed that he wanted to be humiliated in the process. Some suggested that they were okay if he sucked their dicks. When he first read these messages, he was intrigued, even disgusted. But eventually, he became inured to such things. He would simply answer a “No” and stop replying to them. Someone would ask him if he would lick their asses. Someone asked if he wanted to lick the cum off his wife pussy.

Sigh.

Whenever Divya asked him how the search was going, he would lie, “Terrific. I am having trouble choosing someone.”

Divya had a hands-off approach to the entire project. She had her own reasons.

She had spent a lot of time thinking about it. Before falling asleep, often naked beside Nitin, she would close her eyes and would imagine what it would be like to be with another man. When she tried to think of a time when Nitin was not in her life, she was hard pressed to think of a man whom she was attracted to other than Nitin.

Of course, she did observe men. When she would be commuting to work, she would often see a tall guy, with a broad chest. She would run her eyes all over his chest. She would often check out a man’s bum, and admire how shapely the bum was. Those nights, she would come home, and would initiate sex. It was not unusual for her to initiate sex. After all, Nitin loved to get sucked by her, and she loved sucking his dick, to make it hard enough to fuck her.

But, after it was decided that another man will fuck her, will cum inside her, she started seeing men differently. The attractive guys she would see on the road, she started imagining what it would like fucking them. And then of course, there were the nudes that she posted, the comments that the men left. She stayed away from the Reddit DMs, she had even refused to login to that account on her phone.

Nitin didn’t know about it, but she would often browse to her profile, and see the photos. It was surreal to see her naked body, for anyone with an internet connection to see. She wondered what it would be like to have all the men who had seen her naked, in a room. Till that day, it was only her husband who had seen her bare ass, who had seen her bushy pussy, who knew how her bare breasts looked, but now, countless men knew about it.

It made her wet.

Often after sex, when Nitin lied beside her spent, and when she was sure he had fallen asleep, she would go the bathroom, and open her profile. She would read through the comments, and touch herself. After being married, she had almost stopped touching herself. Whenever she needed to do it, she had Nitin for it.

But, in that bathroom, with those filthy comments for her, touching herself felt like a sexy secret. The people called a cumslut, people told asked her if she would keep fucking other men, even after she was pregnant. It drove her crazy, reading those. Some were sweet comments, like commenting on her breasts. Some veered into weirder things — one comment read that they would help her getting pregnant only if she let him suckle on her breasts when she would be lactating.

When she came in the washroom, she would often cover her mouth. She had never had to do it. Divya was vocal during her orgasms. But cumming to the reaction to her own nudes made it feel like she should be muffling the sounds of her orgasm.

In all the free time that they had, Nitin would be obsessively interacting with men, men who wanted to fuck his wife. Divya didn’t want to know the details of the conversation. She was afraid that her voice will betray her excitement. Was it excitement though? Was she looking forward to infidelity? Was she feeling sexy because she was being paraded nude in front of world, to know who will fuck her? Those were murky questions. Thinking about those questions made her wet. She was glad that she and Nitin could fuck any time they wanted to, without worrying about her cycle or without the stupid rule of waiting for 4 days before cumming for Nitin.

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“How will we know who he is?” Divya asked her.

They were seated at a Starbucks, not far away from their place. It was close to 12 PM. They had ordered their lattes, and looked like any other couple, having a cup of coffee. Except, they were waiting for someone. A man, who would fuck Divya, with the sole purpose of cumming inside her.

Nitin was dressed in a casual tee shirt and jeans. Divya was wearing a pair of blue denims and a red tee shirt, tucked inside the jeans. She tucked the tees inside her jeans whenever she wanted to show how flat her belly was and to make her breasts stand out. And the there was the color red. Divya had the kind of skin, which made red stand out, as if her entire body was blushing.

“He will message us when he’s here. And trust me, we will know,” Nitin said, with an assuring smile.

Divya sighed, “I still don’t know what I am going to say. The more I think about it, more stupid all of this sounds like. Maybe we should go back. Maybe —”

Nitin’s phone buzzed. They had refrained from giving phone numbers at that stage. So, they were all DMs going back and forth. This guy that they were meeting, they had been texting back and forth for a few days. It was the first guy whose texts Nitin had showed Divya.

He called himself Rohit and claimed to be over six feet tall. They hadn’t seen his face. But, he was the first guy with whom they had gone as far as a Skype video call.

That night, when they had the first Skype call with Rohit, both Divya and Nitin were a little drunk. Nitin was more drunk than Divya. After he had given up on all the “good” things he was doing with his body. Nitin and Divya had ordered in a couple of pizzas, and made a movie night out of it.

Nitin, for that evening, had taken break from trying to find someone for his wife. After the first glass of wine, he suggested that they watched the movie with fewer clothes on them. Divya was wearing a skimpy night dress to begin with, but on the insistence of her husband, took it off and sat beside him, in just her panty, as she sipped her wine and ate her pizza slices.

“You are looking beautiful tonight,” Nitin had said, as he caressed Divya’s bare breasts, flicking her nipples. Her nipples started responding almost instantly to his touch, hardening. Divya looked at his hand on her breasts, and sipped her wine.

She said, “Why do you never let me see the sorts of messages we get?”

Nitin was a bit thrown off by the sudden direct question. He looked at her and said, “I want to make a shortlist and then show you.”

“Why though? I will be fucking the guy, whomever is chosen. I think you should show me the messages,” she said, keeping the glass of wine on the table in front of them. Nitin still had his hand on her breast, and followed it as she leaned over to keep the glass of wine.

Nitin sighed. He gulped his glass of wine, and took his phone.

Divya signaled him to open his arms. She lay her head on his bare chest, and together they opened the DMs. Nitin was scrolling through the request, too fast for Divya to see anything.

So, she took the phone from Nitin’s hand and started scrolling. She scrolled through it randomly and tapped on whichever message that fell beneath the tip of her fingers.

“I can do it,” the message said.

She texted, “Hi”

And went back to scrolling. She was typing a reply to another message, when the first guy she had pinged had replied.

“Who am I talking to?” the message read.

“Divya,” she typed.

Both Nitin and Divya stared at the screen, in silence, their minds quietly sifting through thoughts. It was the first time Nitin was seeing his wife text a guy. Well, you know, the kind of guy who wanted to fuck her.

And, Nitin was getting hard. Maybe it was because Divya kept moving her body as she laid on top of him. His dick pressed against her back. He was still wearing his shorts, but seeing the glow of the smart phone on her wife’s bare breasts, while she waited for a reply from a random guy, was arousing.

“I am Rohit,” the guy replied.

Divya’s heart skipped a beat. In all the fantasies she had recently, the kinds of things she thought while touching herself secretly in the bathroom, she didn’t have a name. She was imagining herself with a faceless, nameless man. In her mind, she wondered what it would be like to moan his name. Should she moan his name? Should she say out his name out loud when Rohit was inside her? Would Nitin feel bad about it? Should she ask Nitin about it?

“Are you guys real?” the next message halted the train of thoughts in Divya’s mind.

Divya turned to Nitin. He said, “Yeah, I get asked this question a lot.”

“And what do you say?”

“What do you think? I say yes. But then they have demands, which are unreasonable?”

“Like what?”

Nitin told her the demands.

As Divya heard it, it moistened her pussy. In that state, if someone had asked her to write something on her inner thighs, she would have done it. If someone wanted to send a voice note, while saying a name, she would have done it.

She started typing a reply.

“Yes, we are,” she replied.

“Let’s Skype. Call your husband, if he’s around. I want to see you,” the message came instantly.

“See, I told you,” Nitin said, placing his hand on her belly, “unreasonable demands.”

Divya thought for a moment and said, “It’s not that unreasonable. We are asking for his cum. And for him to check-in with us. It’s natural —”

“So, we get on Skype right now?” Nitin replied. His voice was a mix of surprise and nervousness. By that time, he was hard, hard enough to enter Divya. But he was not hard for Divya per se. He was hard at the entire prospect of getting on a Skype call with a stranger.

“Okay, let’s do it,” Nitin said, taking the phone from her hand. He typed the new Skype ID that he had made for this specific purpose. Rohit wasn’t the first guy who had asked for a contact other than their Reddit handle.

Divya took her top and put it on. It didn’t do much to make her look less sexual. if anything, the way the fabric hugged her breasts, the way her hard nipples stood out, wearing the night dress back, made her look hotter.

Nitin didn’t bother to wear his tee shirt. This guy, Rohit was Skyping to see Divya, not him.

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“Sent you a request there,” Rohit replied.

Nitin accepted it. And almost instantly the familiar ring tone of Skype started ringing.

“Answer it,” Nitin handed the phone to Divya, “keep the camera away from your face.”

Divya had questions, she accepted it.

The guy on the other side of the camera was on his laptop. He was seated on his chair, his room dark, except for the warm yellow light from a floor lamp behind him. And just as Nitin had suggested Divya, Rohit’s camera was angled in a such a way that Divya could only see up until his chin.

Divya had angled the camera in the same way too. She checked her preview, and she could see her breasts, clad in the top. She realized how raunchy she looked. It made her feel wet, to be on that call. Nitin was beside her, his face and body not in the camera.

“Hi,” Rohit said.

Suddenly, it all felt real. In all this time that they had been talking about this, it all been words and nudes and comments. But there was a man now, who was speaking.

Rohit’s silhouette looked attractive. He was wearing a tee shirt, his chest looked broad, and his shoulders muscular. He had barely spoken, but Divya was already taken by the voice, not so much for the quality or the content of what he said, but by the surrealism of the whole situation.

“Hello,” Divya said.

“I can’t believe that you actually got on the call. Is your husband around?” Rohit said.

Divya nodded.

On the screen, Divya could see him squinting, trying to see her properly. While they were drinking, they had kept the lights in the living room warm and low, which meant that she was appearing grainy on the video feed.

“So, is this real? Are you sure you want this?” he asked.

Divya glanced at Nitin. He touched her thigh, and squeezed it.

“Yes,” Divya said. As she said it, a shudder ran through her spine, shivering her entire body. She had goosebumps at the place where Nitin at her hand.

Rohit was quiet for a moment, and said, “Okay, how do we go about this?”

Divya didn’t know what to say. She was quiet, lost in her thoughts, lost in the awe of the moment. Rohit was asking her how he would go about fucking and cumming inside her.

Seeing his wife stuck, Nitin took the phone. He angled it away from his face, and said, “Are you free on Sunday?”

“Hi,” Rohit said. He seemed to be a little thrown off, suddenly talking to a guy, who was shirtless, “Umm, yes. But, what do you have it mind?”

Nitin didn’t have to think, since he had these things run through his mind countless times since they had agreed for this.

“We meet for a cup of coffee, and then, take to a hotel?” Nitin said, his voice trailing with a question mark.

Rohit was quiet for a bit and then said, “Alright. I have to admit, I have never done this kind of thing.”

Nitin took a deep breath, and said, “It’s the most natural thing in the world.”

It wasn’t the most natural thing in the world, to make your wife fuck another man, to breed her with another man’s seed. We go through life, with narratives, which barely make sense to other people. And yet, only with these narratives, can we live through life.

And that’s how, Divya and Nitin, ended up at a Starbucks, waiting for Rohit.

Nitin’s phone buzzed. “I am the one talking to the Barista.”

He turned around, and found a guy, in a light blue linen shirt, and a pair of denims. He was leaning against the barista counter, waiting for his coffee. In the mean time, he was chatting with the guy who was making the coffee.

“I think, that’s him,” Nitin announced.

Divya looked at her. It was strange, to say the least, looking at a guy with whom she was supposed to breed herself, especially after her husband had pointed it to her.

She noticed his broad chest, the defined shoulder blades, and how muscular his forearms was. She couldn’t see the whole of his face, but from what he could see from the side, his jaws were strong and so was his chin. It was hard to gauge his age from the distance, but he certainly looked younger than she had imagined.

The guy at the counter, checked his phone and turned around. Divya saw her husband raise his hand and wave him to come toward them. He waved at them too, and smiled. The barista announced his name, even though he was standing right in front of him. Protocols are important. He took his cup, and started walking toward them.

“Hi,” Rohit said, sitting down.

Divya was quiet. She had a smile on her face, but beneath her chest, her heart was racing.

When she could see his entire face, she wouldn’t have called him classically handsome. His skin was on the darker side, his jaws, through strong, didn’t have the kind of symmetry that one would associate with classical beauty in men. And his nose, was a little to large for his face. But his smile — that was captivating. His teeth were straight, and the whitest of whites.

“I am sorry, I am a little late. It took forever, to find a place to park,” he said. He was talking to Nitin.

He stole a glance at Divya. Divya was feeling shy. She was 32, and yet, inside her, she felt like the shy 18 year old that she used to be, who would blush whenever a guy looked at her.

“Yeah, it can a be mess sometimes,” Nitin said.

There was a moment of awkward silence, when nobody spoke and looked at each other. Nitin tried to break the ice, and said, “Well, as you might have guessed, this is my wife, Divya, and I am Nitin.”

Rohit didn’t respond, but looked at Divya and sipped his coffee. He checked his phone once, and then placed it on the table, facing down.

“So… I have been wanting to ask you guys this, and I didn’t know how to ask this online, without being rude,” Rohit started saying. He looked at Divya and then at Nitin, and finally resting his eyes on Divya, “Why are you guys doing this?”

Nitin took a deep breath, took his coffee in his hand and said, “Why do you want to know this?”

Rohit shook his head and said, “You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to. But, if we are really going to do what we have been talking about, it’d be better to know our motivations.”

As an afterthought, Rohit added, “My motivations are pretty straightforward. I love what I have seen of her,” he looked at Divya, “and I am not letting go off a chance to be with her.”

Divya’s cheeks were on fire. With the kind of skin she had, her cheeks easily reddened when she was embarrassed. It was the first time, she was meeting someone who had seen her nudes, at least, someone who knew those were her nudes. Maybe, she had already walked past men who have jerked off to her. But here, in Rohit, was a man who was telling her that he loved what he saw in those nudes. After all, he had seen how her body looked like without clothes. Maybe not in person, but he knew the mole she had beneath her right boob and a tiny birthmark she had on her inner thigh.

Nitin looked at Divya. He noticed her cheeks, and he noticed how fidgety she had gotten. But there was something else he noticed. That he was hard. He was hard, because he had just heard someone say something, which rarely a husband hears about his wife.

“We have been trying to conceive for some time now. We have tried a lot of things. And of course, we understand that there are clinical methods,” Nitin started saying.

He went to tell Rohit how the problem was with Nitin’s sperm quality. That the only way that they had a real chance at getting Divya pregnant was if they give her sperms which were better than Nitin’s. From the practice of talking with the men online, Nitin also added that he was not impotent. He loved fucking his wife. But he also wanted to be a father. And without other options, this is what they were doing.

“Oh,” Rohit said. He looked down at his coffee cup, turning it around, while thinking his response.

“So, you make guys fuck her raw. And they cum inside her, with the sole purpose of making her pregnant?” Rohit asked.

Nitin sighed, “I’ll be honest. Although we have been trying to find someone like that for some time, you are the first guy whom we have met, and have booked a hotel for.”

Before Rohit could say anything, Nitin added, “But yes, that’s what we have planned. And that’s what we will be doing at the hotel.”

“But…” his voice trailed off.

“But what?”

Rohit smacked his lips, and said, “Would this be not for pleasure?”

“I don’t understand,” Nitin said.

“I mean… we will fuck, right?” he looked at Divya. Divya’s eyes widened at the words. He was looking straight at her.

“Of course,” Nitin said, a little confused.

Rohit was trying hard to choose his words carefully. The couple sitting in front of him were desperate, but Rohit wanted to fuck Divya too. Not just fuck her, but do things to her, and get things done to him by her. He didn’t want to hold back when they were in the hotel room. And if there was a time to be honest, it was this, at coffee, in the broad daylight.

“I want this to be fun of us too,” he said, looking at Divya.

Nitin pursed his lips. He looked at his wife. She hadn’t spoken a word since the man who was going to cum inside her sat there.

He touched her shoulder and said, “Divya, I think you need to assure him that you want this too.”

Divya looked at her husband and then back to Rohit. Her lips moved on her own, “It will be as much fun as you want it to.”

Nitin looked at her, his eyes narrowed. Her voice sounded different that he was used to.

“When are leaving for the hotel?” Rohit said.

Divya in the hotel later, imagined with Stable Diffusion

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