I am 28. My wife Nisha is 24, and she is the pulse in my chest. I drive and supervise sites for a construction company. Nisha keeps our small house warm with her hands and her care. This is the turn when a man from Gujarat walked into our life and shook everything loose. This is the night the heat between us changed color. Every word of it is true.
A man from Gujarat came to my company. His name was Vishal. Vishal sir was here for audit and checking. He looked about 45 to 50, but his talk had a shine that pulled people in. The mischief on his face said he was a rascal kind of man. What I saw with him was clear as a mirror. Sir had a taste for cunt fucking, and if the chance came he would also take a young man’s ass.
That day I stayed buried in road work. I sweated in dust and dirt on site. In the evening the company called and told me to drop Vishal sir at the hotel in the car and feed him somewhere outside. I took sir out. Our area sits on the border. There is little bustle and no shine. I thought of a small restaurant and drove him there. The bad cleaning spoiled his mood. He said, Divyesh, what kind of place is this. It is hot season. Do something else. Take me around.
There is nothing to roam here. No park, no mall, only desert wind and silence. I said, Sir, there is nothing city-like here. Then sir said, Fine, drop me at the hotel. I will arrange food there. On the way sir talked a lot. His voice had a strange heat, as if he wanted every line to go deeper. Suddenly he said, Yaar, is there any fun place here. Does any special girl turn up.
I went blank. I laughed and said, Sir, nothing like that is found here. No girl, no whore. He looked at me with a deep stare, as if he was enjoying it. Then he said, Arre, you are a driver, a local man. You should know everything. Good, tell me this. What do you like.
I thought, why hide it now. I said it open. Sir, I like everything. If I tell the truth, I like boys too. I have been in same-sex relations. Last month I was in Ahmedabad. I spent some time there with a friend. A shine came into sir’s eyes. He said, Good. Everyone has his own taste, Divyesh. Then he got out of the car and walked toward the hotel. As he left I gave him my number. I said, Sir, if you need anything, call. Sir smiled. What need will you fill. I will arrange things here. Saying that, he laughed and took my number.
Near 8 in the evening I reached home. Our house is small, but Nisha has colored it with love. She was cooking in the kitchen. The pallu of her sari was tucked at her waist, and drops of sweat shone on her face. Seeing me, she spoke with a little anger. You did not even call. The food has been ready for so long. I laughed and told her everything sir had said. My job has no fixed time. Sometimes I come home early. Sometimes I work till late night. The company car stays with me.
There is a lot of love in Nisha’s life and mine, but there is a lack too. I get close to Nisha only two or three times a week. My mood does not always rise. My cock is 6 inches, but it tires fast. I often make the excuse that I am tired today, and I sleep. That stings Nisha. That night too, when I was going to lie on the bed, Nisha threw a taunt. What, tired again today. There was complaint in her voice, but a shine in her eyes, as if she wanted to say something more. I smiled and stayed quiet. I thought, what can I do. Nisha is with me for the honor of the household, and maybe I do not give her the pleasure she wants. Days were passing like desert sand in the wind.
Then the next night Vishal sir called. There was restlessness in his voice. He said, Yaar Divyesh, living in this hotel is misery. The AC is not working. The fan is rattling. The heat has ruined me. This local hotel is not even fit to stay in. Tell me some other place where I can get peace. I thought for a moment and told Nisha I was going to pick sir up. Nisha, who always thinks of others, said, Arre, your sir must not have eaten yet. Take this tiffin. Feed him. And yes, you eat something too, then drop him at some hotel.
I took the car and reached the hotel. Vishal sir was standing outside, a light irritation on his face. The moment he saw me he said, Divyesh, I have refused this hotel. I cannot stay five hours here, forget five days. No other hotel is showing online nearby. Now you tell me, what should I do. I said, Sir, I can drop you at Barmer, but that is 100 kilometers away. Then I added, Anyway, my food is still waiting. If you want, come to my house, eat something. Then you tell me where to go. Sir thought for a moment and said, Fine, let’s go. You eat. I will sleep in the company office later. A 200 kilometer road, and on these bad roads, will take too much time.
I brought sir home. A light smell of spices was coming from Nisha’s kitchen. I called sir in to eat, but he said, No yaar, I am fine. I was hungry, so I sat down to eat. Nisha saw that sir had not even got out of the car. Her heart is like that. How could she leave a guest hungry. She went outside and asked with real warmth, Sir, please come inside. At least eat a little food. Nisha’s sweet voice and the warmth in her eyes left him no room to refuse. At last he came in.
Vishal sir and I sat at the eating table. Nisha had made bajra roti, curd, and spicy fry. Sir put the first bite in his mouth and his eyes lit up. He said, Wah, this is superb. Nisha smiled. Sir, tomorrow I will make dal baati and churma. You come again. Sir laughed and mocked me. Arre, Divyesh might feel bad. I was dying of hunger today, but he did not once say, Sir, come home. I laughed and quietly kept eating. But the talk between sir and Nisha would not stop. Both of them were laughing and talking like friends.
After food sir looked at our house. He said, Divyesh, your house is very good and big. In my mind I was thinking I should drop sir at the company office now. If he stayed, he would sit Nisha in his lap. On the other side the thought was also there that if sir stayed, maybe I would get some pleasure too. The Ahmedabad nights were swimming in my mind, when I had tasted same-sex pleasure.
It was half past eleven at night. Sir said, Come brother, drop me at the company office. You enjoy yourself here in your house. Maybe this household pleasure is not in my fate. I had just started the car when Nisha stopped us. There was a strange heat in her voice. She said, Sir, this is your house too. Stay. Anyway there are three rooms here. You can stay in comfort. Vishal sir looked as if this was exactly what he wanted. A shine came into his eyes. He said, Fine, when you are saying this much, I will stay. I quietly switched the car off and came inside.
Nisha put two beds and mattresses in one room. Sir joked, Arre, who are these two beds for. Nisha laughed and said, Divyesh will also sleep with you. You will like it. Sir shot back at once, Arre, because of me the poor man is here tonight. Nisha, you have no problem, do you. Nisha answered at once, No sir, this is right. Anyway, if he comes to me, what will he do. There was a taunt in her words that stabbed my heart. She walked off laughing.
Vishal sir and I lay down in the room. The light was off, but my mind was in turmoil. I switched the mobile on and started watching some videos. Then sir’s foot began to move lightly over my hips. My heartbeat went fast. I understood that something special was going to happen tonight. I put the mobile aside. Sir slowly caught my hand and placed it on his thick tool. It was hard as steel and hot. A shiver ran through my body. Sir said in a low voice, If a girl was not found, so what. You are here, no. You like boys too, don’t you. I said a soft yes.
Sir told me to stroke his tool and suck it. I started slow. Every moment the pleasure doubled. I took all my clothes off and sank fully into that moment. Sir’s fat, throbbing cock was in my hands, rigid and veiny, and I was feeling every inch of it. There was a big rush in my mind that sir’s cock would scratch the itch in my ass. Friends, that night what happened next made sir like the taste of my wife’s cunt. In the next part I have to tell all of that in full.
The next part of the story: sir first ate the roti from my wife’s hand, then her cunt.
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