The Things We Do For Love - 3

The Hotel Room

Previously

The Things We Do For Love - 1

The Things We Do For Love - 2

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Divya, imagined with Stable Diffusion

As Nitin was driving his wife to the hotel where she will be fucked raw by a man, he felt numb. It wasn’t because he wasn’t feeling anything, but because there were simply too many things to feel. He had taken care of the basic things. He had asked that Rohit booked a separate room, that way it wasn’t overly obvious that a woman was checking in with two men. Besides a 30-something couple checking in to a Marriott isn’t something would raise an eyebrow.

Divya had insisted that they carried an empty suitcase, just to look as if they are there for a staycation, but Nitin was against it.

“I don’t want this to look like we are committing something of a crime, which we have to hide. We are a couple, a married couple, who are checking in to chill. That’s all,” he had said.

But it didn’t feel like that.

Beside Nitin, Divya was shifting in the passenger seat. Rohit was coming behind them, in his car. She didn’t know how far he was, but she felt as if he was sitting behind them. After all, soon, she will standing in front of her named, she would probably be lying on the bed, with her legs wide open, for him to penetrate, for him to pump his cum inside her.

She squeezed her legs together, whenever that thought crossed her mind. Nobody other than Nitin had ever seen her naked, at least, not in person. She had never taken any other dick inside her. She wondered what it would feel like. Would she enjoy it? Would her husband like seeing her that way?

She looked beside him. Nitin seemed to be overly invested in the traffic lights.

“Will we be okay?” Divya asked him.

“Why do you ask that?”

“We can still back off. We can simply drive away, never to meet this guy. We could —”

“We will be okay, Divya. What are you worried about?”

“I…” she wanted to say why she was worried. She wanted to tell her husband that she had touched herself thinking about this, that she had cum while imagining faceless men cumming inside her.

“It was my idea. And,” Nitin looked at her, and placed his hand on her thigh, “I love you.”

Divya placed her hand on top of his. Her tight denims, didn’t make her feel Nitin’s touch, but she touched his hand, her small delicate hand looking tiny compared to his. She caressed them for the rest of the ride.

The check-in was uneventful. Rohit was patiently waiting behind them. He pretended not to know them. She felt his eyes on her ass though. She was used to feeling strangers’ eyes on her ass. But when they were checking in, Divya leaned on the counter, and pushed her ass out. She need not have done that. She wasn’t even thinking of doing it. But it just happened. Maybe she knew that the man who was going to fuck her soon, was watching her ass in her tight jeans.

When they keyed into their room and the door finally closed behind them, the reality of things about to happen hit her. She saw the large bed in front of her. She saw the milky white sheet on the thick mattress, on which she was supposed to be fucked. She saw the large pillows. She saw the stylized headboard, she saw the dim yellow light on the room, and the cold smell that hotel rooms have.

Nitin walked to the counter, and emptied his pockets. There was a couch in the room. As Nitin saw the couch, he realized that it was the first time ever in the hotel room, that he would be sitting on the couch longer than he will be on the bed. He looked at the bed. He saw Divya looking at it, as she placed her bag, and phone on the table beside the bed. He wondered if he will lie down on the bed, after Divya and Rohit had fucked. Why would he do that though.

In his mind, he had played out the logistics, he had played out everything till this point, till the point that they are checked in and so is the guy who will be pumping his wife with semen. But after that… after that he didn’t know. He didn’t know how it will all end. He didn’t know what they will say to each other after they were done fucking, after he knew that his wife was filled with cum, after he had seen her taking another dick inside her.

His phone buzzed. It was a text from Rohit.

“Should I come in?” he had texted.

Nitin looked up from the phone and saw Divya looking at her.

“Are you going to take pictures?” she asked.

“What?”

“Are you going to take pictures of all these?”

Nitin was about to ask her why, but he should take pictures of things. In the entire search of their first time, he had forgotten that it need not be their first and only time. And pictures of Divya with a guy, especially taken from the angles that Nitin will take, will only make it easier for them to convince people that they are real, and all they are really looking for is a guy to fuck.

“Yes,” Nitin said. His dick twitched a little when he said it.

Divya nodded.

“Rohit is asking if he should come in,” he said.

She nodded again.

Nitin typed the reply and kept the phone in his pocket.

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The room felt smaller with three people in it. Rohit had walked in, all smiles. Nitin had closed the door behind him. He had smiled at Divya, who was on the bed, with her back against the headboard, her feet straightened in front of her. Her red top stood out against the white bedsheets, her breasts looked juicy, and her thighs, juicer. But that wasn’t the only reason she looked sexy. She looked sexy because she was about to take another man’s dick in because she could get pregnant.

Rohit sat on the sofa.

The awkward silence in the room was a living entity, a tangible presence that seemed to breathe and pulse with the anticipation of what was to come. It was a silence filled with unspoken desires, unacknowledged fears, and a raw, primal sensuality that hung in the air like a heavy perfume.

Rohit's eyes were on Divya, and she could feel the weight of his gaze as it traveled over her body, lingering on the curves and contours that were soon to be his to explore. His eyes were dark and hungry, filled with a lust that was both thrilling and terrifying in its intensity.

Nitin, meanwhile, was a study in contradictions. His face was calm, his expression controlled, but there was a tension in his body that betrayed his inner turmoil. He was about to watch his wife, the woman he loved more than anything in the world, be fucked raw by another man. And yet, there was an excitement there too, a strange, forbidden thrill that he couldn't deny.

The silence stretched on, becoming almost unbearable in its intensity. It was Divya who finally broke it, her voice soft and hesitant as she spoke.

"So, how do we... start?"

Rohit and Nitin looked at each other.

Nitin spoke next, “We start by making you comfortable.”

He walked toward his wife, and sat beside her. He placed his hand on her belly, the belly which will carry a child, which won’t be his, will probably be Rohit’s or the other men she has to fuck. Divya turned toward him, and right then, Nitin leaned forward to kiss her lips.

They have kissed countless times. But that kiss felt different. Divya felt strange, and yet excited, being kissed that way, in front of Rohit, who was sitting barely 3 feet away, watching them.

Nitin's lips on Divya's were soft, yet insistent, a familiar touch in an unfamiliar situation. His hand moved from her belly to her face, cupping her cheek as he deepened the kiss. Divya responded, her body leaning into his, her lips parting to allow him access. The taste of him was a comfort, a reminder of their love, their connection.

Nitin's hands moved to Divya's waist, his fingers finding the hem of her red tee shirt. Divya placed her hand on his, anticipating what he was about to. He was about to expose her bare belly to Rohit.

He looked into her eyes, seeking permission. Her heart was pounding hard when she nodded. Nitin lifted the tee shirt, taking it out of her jeans, and placed his hand inside it. He made sure that he had raised the tee shirt high enough that it doesn’t fall right back in.

He squeezed her belly, as he deepened his kiss. He adjusted himself, so that his other hand was on the headboard, to support him, as he worked with his left hand.

“Stand up,” he whispered to his wife, as he got off the bed.

Divya's legs felt weak as she stood, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. Nitin's eyes were on her, filled with love and determination, guiding her through this moment, this surrender. She knew that he was with her, that he would protect her, even as he exposed her to another man's gaze.

Nitin went behind her. Divya raised her gaze to see Rohit. His eyes were transfixed, almost glazed, if he was lost in a trance.

Nitin's hands were on Divya's waist, his fingers finding the hem of her red tee shirt once again. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted the fabric, peeling it from her body, revealing the soft, fair skin of her torso, her generous cleavage in a delicate pink bra.

Divya's breath caught in her throat as the shirt was removed, her body exposed to Rohit's gaze. She could feel his eyes on her, taking in every inch of her flesh, every curve and contour. She was still in her bra and jeans, and yet she felt more naked than she ever hand before.

Nitin's hands moved to her back, his fingers finding the clasp of her bra. He undid the clasp, freeing her breasts from their confinement.

Divya's hands moved instinctively to cover herself, holding the bra in place, even as Nitin pulled it away. She looked at Rohit, her eyes wide and vulnerable, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement.

Nitin's hands were gentle as he peeled the bra from her body, exposing her breasts to Rohit's gaze. Her skin was fair, her breasts full and inviting, her nipples a dark contrast that begged to be touched. They were a part of her that only Nitin had seen, had touched, had tasted. And now, they were there for Rohit to see, to desire, to claim.

The room was filled with a heavy silence, the air thick with arousal, with longing. Divya's body was a masterpiece, a work of art that both men admired, each in their own way. Nitin with love and pride, Rohit with lust and anticipation.

Nitin's hands moved to the button of her tight jeans, his fingers deftly undoing it, then slowly lowering the zipper. Divya watched his fingers work her jeans. And right then, he turned Divya toward him.

He slid the jeans down Divya's legs, revealing the matching pink panties that hugged her hips, while his lips were locked with hers. Divya moved her hands to her side, holding his neck, as Nitin worked the jeans down.

Divya's body was a symphony of sensation, every touch, every caress from Nitin sending waves of pleasure through her. She could feel Rohit's eyes on her back, his gaze burning into her, even as Nitin's lips were locked with hers, his hands working her jeans down her legs.

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The jeans fell to the floor, leaving her in just her pink panties, the fabric a soft contrast to her fair skin. Nitin's hands moved to her hips, his fingers tracing the edge of the panties, his touch both teasing and promising.

Divya's breath was coming in short, ragged gasps, her body alive with anticipation, with desire. She knew what was coming, knew what Nitin was about to do, and yet, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement, a rush of arousal.

Nitin's hands slipped inside her panties, his fingers finding the soft, warm flesh of her ass cheeks. He squeezed, his touch firm and possessive, and Divya moaned, her body arching towards him, seeking more.

Rohit watched from the sofa, as Nitin squeezed Divya’s ass. He could see the panty moving, the shape of his hand, apparent from the way the panty hugged his hand. In all this, Nitin would move his hand, just enough expose her tail bone, that tantalizing feeling that anytime, the entire panty would be off.

And then it started.

Nitin took his hand out of her panty, and held its waistband. In one swift motion, he took the panty off his wife’s ass, exposing the bare ass cheeks to Rohit.

Divya tensed up. She hugged Nitin tighter. In that moment, Nitin and Rohit’s eyes met. And while he looked into his eyes, he grabbed Divya’s bare ass cheeks and spread them apart, and then went on to knead them.

Nitin buried his face onto Divya’s neck, the way she liked it, and planted a kiss on the nape of her neck, while massaging her naked butt.

Divya didn’t know how to feel. She was naked by then, in a room with two clothed man, one of whom was not her husband. She could feel the cold air conditioning in the room hit her insides. She could feel it every time Nitin parted her ass cheeks. Divya’s skin prickled with goosebumps whenever he did that. It wasn’t because she was cold, but because, every time Nitin did that, Divya knew that Rohit was seeing her, a lot of her.

Rohit by then, had leaned forward, engrossed in watching the couple in front of him. He saw Nitin whisper something in Divya’s ears. They looked at each other, and Nitin planted a kiss on Divya’s lips.

And then, Divya turned toward him.

Divya, imagined with Stable Diffusion

Rohit’s heart skipped a beat as he saw Divya take a deep breath and start walking toward him. There was nothing on her. The only modesty on her body was her sparse bush. Rohit stared at her crotch, covered in the sparse bush, the dark place between her fair thighs, as she walked toward him.

She reached the sofa. Rohit started to stand up, but Divya placed her hands on his shoulders. With Rohit seated, she planted her knees on the sofa, and climbed on top of him.

Divya knew that her husband was watching her from behind. Naked, she was climbing on top of a man. She did it swiftly, almost feigning confidence. But inside, she was trembling. She was trembling at the prospect of saying the words that Nitin told her to say.

In a low voice, Divya said, “Tell me what you want me to do. I really want your cum.”

Divya’s body shivered as she finished saying it. Right then, she felt Rohit’s hands rest gingerly on her waist.

Rohit's hands began to explore Divya's body. His touch was gentle, yet filled with a longing that was both new and familiar. He traced the curves of her body, each movement a question, each response a shared secret.

Nitin watched from a distance, his heart pounding in his chest. The sight of his wife, bare and vulnerable, yet strong and determined, was both exhilarating and terrifying. He saw Rohit lean forward, his lips finding Divya's breasts, a place that had always been his alone. A pang of jealousy mixed with excitement as he watched Divya respond, her body arching, her breath catching in her throat.

Divya's mind was a whirlwind of emotion. She felt Rohit's lips on her skin, his hands holding her, and she knew that she was surrendering a part of herself that had always been reserved for Nitin. But this was a choice, a sacrifice made out of love and necessity. She needed to become pregnant, and this was the path they had chosen.

She felt Rohit's hands move to her back, holding her arms, guiding her into a position of surrender. She let go, trusting him, trusting Nitin, trusting herself. The sensation of Rohit's mouth on her nipples was both strange and wonderful, a new experience that sent waves of pleasure through her body.

Nitin's eyes were fixed on the scene, his emotions a complex tapestry of love, desire, fear, and pride. He saw his wife give herself over to another man, and he knew that this was a turning point in their relationship. He felt a thrill of excitement as he saw her respond, her body moving in rhythm with Rohit's, her moans a testament to the pleasure she was experiencing.

But there was also a sense of loss, a realization that something had changed, something had been given away. Yet, he knew that this was a necessary step, a choice made out of love and a shared goal. They were doing this for a reason, a purpose that went beyond mere physical pleasure.

But in that moment, all Nitin could see was his wife, pushing her bare breasts onto another man’s face. Rohit had held her wrists together, her arms behind herself, as he kissed her breast. Divya was rocking back and forth, rubbing herself against Rohit’s body.

And then, Rohit held Divya’s throat. Divya winced, as she felt an alien grip around her neck. With her hands still held behind her back, and his other hand around her throat, Rohit planted a kiss on Divya’s lips.

It was tentative to start with, but slowly, it became more and more passionate.

When they broke the kiss, there was a quiet question between them, something that Nitin could only see, not hear. She tucked her hair behind her ears, as she leaned back, her naked body still seated on Rohit, as she reached for the first button of his shirt.

Naked, with her breasts swaying at the slightest of movements of her hands, Divya unbuttoned Rohit’s shirt. Her bare back, against her husband, looked alive. Every movement of her hand, accentuated by the movement of the shoulder blades, all for Nitin to see.

When his shirt was entirely unbuttoned, Rohit held Divya’s waist, his fingers digging into her bare flesh. He lifted her gently, till Divya realized that he wanted to stand up.

He stood up, facing Divya, his shirt unbuttoned, his undershirt visible, even to Nitin. Divya was shorter than her, and naked, she looked even more vulnerable in front of the strapping young man. Divya didn’t move her eyes away from his face. There was a part of her, which was shy of speaking, because her husband was behind her.

If she could speak, she would have told Rohit that she loved how broad his chest was. That, she loved how firm his grip was, that how wet she was between her legs. The chill in the room, was getting to her. Divya’s body prickled with goosebumps. But what came next, made her heart skip a beat.

“Do to my jeans, what you did to my shirt,” Rohit spoke. His words hung in the air.

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