The Things We Do For Love - 4
The Insemination
Previously
If you haven’t read the first three parts, I strongly recommend you reading those. This is the last part of the four part story of Divya and Nitin. This part, is longer than the other three, and unlike my other stories series like Reeti to Rita or Twice the Fun, I am not going to the keep the last part exclusively for the book. I am doing this, as a thank you to my readers. I have finished many stories, I have procrastinated finishing some stories e.g. A Knot for Two and About a Common Whore. But for none of these stories have I gotten DMs and comments about not publishing the next parts.
This part does not have many artwork. This is text heavy. I will publish a separate Art Pack for the story, when I decide to put together this story in an eBook.
4
Divya looked down at his feet, and then up to his face. She wanted to turn toward her husband. But she knew, that if she looked at Nitin’s face, she may not be able to do what Rohit was asking her to.
While she was looking down, she felt Rohit’s hands on her shoulder. A shiver ran through her body. Divya took a deep breath, steadying herself for the next step. Her hands reached for the button of Rohit's jeans, her fingers trembling as they worked to unbutton his jeans.
As soon as Divya unbuttoned the jeans, Rohit pulled the waistband down, lowering it enough, to show his underpant.
His bulge was all too visible to Divya. It was for her. It was for her body. It was for her insides. Divya’s cheeks were burning hot, not because she was standing naked, and a man was pulling down his pants, but because she wanted to touch his bulge. She wanted to feel how hard he was for her. She wanted to touch the physical manifestation of the desire for her, all the while her husband watched from behind.
She didn’t have to wait long.
Rohit suddenly moved his hands to cup her face. He pulled her closer, and kissed her lips. Divya was taken aback by the ferocity of the kiss. While the earlier kiss was gentle, this one was more rough, hungrier. Unable to decide where to place her hands, Divya held her hands up in the air, her body writhing in the rhythm as Rohit moved his tongue inside her.
She could feel the pressure of his fingers on her cheeks. He wanted to hold her, but there was something else. While he was kissing her, his jeans fell to his ankles. His crotch, brushed past hers. She knew that there was still the underwear between her pussy and his bulging dick, but it made her moan.
Rohit broke the kiss right after. He smiled at her, and said, “You haven’t finished what you had started.”
And with that, he placed his hands on her shoulders again. That time though, he wasn’t gentle. He pressed her body down, so much so, Divya had to duck. She knew what he wanted. She knew that he wanted her to kneel in front of him. She knew that he wanted her to remove his underpants, and touch his dick. She wanted those things too.
Nitin had lost track of time. It felt like an eternity since he was kissing Divya, since he had undressed her in front of Rohit. And now, she was going down on her knees, naked, and about to take Rohit’s underwear. There was a part of him that protested. That said that Divya was his. That all of this was wrong. But then again, love has a righteousness to it.
Time slowed down even more, when he saw Divya pull down Rohit’s underpants. He saw Rohit’s dick spring out of his underpants. He had shaved himself, his dick not fully hard, but with tension enough to appear menacing. It was hard to tell if he was bigger than Nitin. But that question became irrelevant, when he saw his wife’s fingers curl up against Rohit’s dick.
Nitin inhaled sharply as he saw it. Divya straightened herself up, adjusted herself on her knees, as she caressed another man’s dick. Rohit,took of his shirt, and stood in front of her, looking down at Divya, admiring her naked kneeling body, her fingers playing with his dick. Nitin watched with bated breath, as Rohit’s dick became larger and larger in Divya’s tiny hands.
Divya loved playing with dicks. Well, that’s not true. She loved playing with her husband’s dick. In all those years of marriage, there have been weeks, when she had sucked Nitin, even if they were too tired to fuck. There were mornings when, Nitin would be dressing up for work, and she would already be dressed for work. She would stop him, and push him to the bed, to suck him off. She would go to work, in the same dress in which she sucked her husband. She would leave for work, her tongue sticky with cum. She loved it.
She liked sucking Nitin, not because of the taste of his cum, but because she enjoyed feeling every inch of his growth, as he started out small and grew to his full size. It added a sense of power to her, a power to make a man weak in his knees, to make his dick get hard whenever she wanted to, and she didn’t even have to take off her clothes for it.
When Rohit slipped down his underwear to reveal his dick, Divya was astonished how she felt. When she touched his dick, a wave of pleasure started at her wrists and ended right between her legs. Divya adjusted herself on her knees, and curled her fingers around Rohit’s dick.
The texture, the temperature and the musky smell of his crotch made Divya realize how far she had come from being a wife in need of a child. Her husband was watching as she was stroking a dick.
Rohit was getting harder in her hand. When he was hard enough, she started stroking him. She stroked his dick back, pulling away the foreskin to reveal Rohit’s dickhead.
“Umhh,” Rohit moaned.
The musky smell of his dickhead overpowered Divya. She leaned forward. Her lips touched his dick, and then parted.
She felt Rohit’s hand on the back of her head, and a gentle pressure on it. As his dick made its way inside her mouth, inch by inch, she twirled her tongue around it, tasting his dickhead, tasting his foreskin, feeling the warmth of his hard throbbing dick. All the while, her husband watching everything from behind her.
Divya sucked his dick, collapsing her cheeks. After the first bob of her head, there was no stopping her. It only felt natural that she moved her body as she sucked him, that she let her desire to taste his dick be visible.
Her pussy was wet and warm. Not only because she was sucking Rohit, but because her husband was watching her from behind. Rohit had grown to his full length inside her mouth. She was struggling to take his entire girth inside her mouth. It was the first time she realised that he was bigger than her husband.
Her chin started getting wet from her own spit. Rohit’s balls would brush against her chin — the balls which had the cum that she wanted inside her.
Divya closed her eyes, put her hands on her thigh and started bobbing her head, using her neck to maintain a rhythm. That’s when she felt it.
She threw her eyes open, and looked down. She saw a pair of fingers caressing her slit.
Divya let out a moan, more out of knowing what was happening rather than the pleasure from the touch on her aching pussy.
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Nitin had been a bystander in all that for far too long. He had watched from the bed when Divya went down on her knees. He had stood there and watched her take Rohit’s raw dick inside her mouth. But he couldn’t stand all by himself when he saw her bobbing on his dick. He knew that she liked being touched when she sucked him.
So, that’s what he did. As his wife sucked Rohit, he knelt on the floor and reached for Divya’s pussy from behind her. It was wet. More wet than he had thought his wife would be while sucking a stranger’s dick.
As he touched her slit, as he caressed her lower lips, he realised that she had started moaning out louder.
It only felt natural to Divya that she moved her body so that she could bob her head to suck Rohit better and grind her wet pussy against her husband’s fingers. Nitin knew where she liked to be touched. Within minutes she was close to cumming.
Rohit, had started being more assertive. Even though Divya kept a constant rhythm, he made sure that he pressed her head down on his dick, to bury his dick deep inside her throat till she was gagging. He could see her enjoy her husband’s finger, her naked body moving in a symphony of desire and lust.
Divya’s moves jiggled as she started breathing hard. Her body was on fire. She started playing Rohit’s balls, she started opening her mouth wider, not caring how much she could breathe. All she could think of was the heat that started rising from her pussy and made its way upward toward her naked breasts.
And then she came.
She came while holding Rohit’s dick. Rohit had his hand on her head, still pulling her toward him. But when she started spasming he knew that there was no way he would be able to pull her back to sucking him. So he watched.
He watched as she put her other hand on her crotch, rubbing her clit, touching her husband’s fingers, as they together made her cum. Her grip around Rohit’s dick tightened. Rohit looked down at his dick, wet from her spit, and hard, wanting to be deeper inside her.
When she calmed down a little, he touched her shoulders and said, “Let’s go to bed.”
Divya’s knees were weak, as she walked to the bed. It felt like a long walk. She was brought to her feet by Rohit and Nitin. One man who loved her and another whom she had met hours ago. One man who would do anything for his love, and another who wanted simpler things — to fuck her.
The rest of the story is contained only in the book. If you liked the story so far, you will love reading about how Divya was fucked by Rohit, right in front of her husband.
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