Ticking Biological Clock

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IN PICS: DHANUJA | CONTRIBUTED BY: JK (TELEGRAM)
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The rooftop terrace of Ontario Memorial Hospital was bathed in the soft, warm glow of early evening. Laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the air, mingling with the aroma of expensive perfumes and the whispered secrets exchanged among colleagues. The view of the city skyline was breathtaking, with Lake Ontario shimmering under the setting sun.

Dhanuja stood by the railing, her dark hair cascading down her back in loose waves, eyes scanning the cityscape. She was a vision in her traditional white sari and green blouse highlighting her curves and complementing her glowing fair complexion.

The soft fabric clung to her hips, accentuating her sway when she moved. Her bangles jangled softly as she raised her glass of wine to her lips, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Across the terrace, David watched Dhanuja with unabashed interest. He had noticed her earlier, her beauty standing out among the crowd. She was a stark contrast to the other women here, with her classical elegance and unmistakable charm. Her expressive brown eyes held a depth that intrigued him, and her smile could light up the entire terrace.

He had been invited to Ravi’s and Dhanuja’s marriage in Kerala, India., but he hadn’t been able to make the trip. This was the first time he was seeing his friend’s wife and couldn’t help envying his friend.

He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He wanted to run his fingers through her long, dark hair, feel her skin, taste her lips. He was enthralled by her, and he hadn’t even talked to her yet. He couldn’t help mentally undressing her, imaging what her naked body would look like.

“Here you go, mate,” Ravi said appearing at his side, holding two glasses of wine and breaking David’s erotic train of thought. “Have you met Dhanuja yet?”

David took the glass, his eyes still on Dhanuja. “No, not yet,” he said, slapping his friend on his shoulder, “you lucky bastard!”

Ravi laughed, a hearty sound that carried over the hum of the crowd. “Come on, let me introduce you.”

Ravi led David over to where Dhanuja was standing, her eyes scanning the crowd. When they approached, she turned, her smile blooming like a flower under the sun. 

“Dhan, this is David, my friend and the guy who helped me settle in when I first moved here from India. He is the head of baby-making side of the hospital and oversees the OB-GYN and fertility departments. “David, this is my beautiful wife, Dhanuja.”

David held out his hand, a charming smile on his face. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Dhanuja. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Dhanuja took his hand, feeling a jolt at the touch. “The pleasure is mine, David. I’ve heard about you too, from Ravi.”

David’s eyes lingered on hers, and she blushed as she felt a warmth spread through her.

As the evening progressed, David couldn’t tear his eyes away from Dhanuja . He watched as she laughed with Ravi’s colleagues, her hands gesturing gracefully as she spoke.

He noticed the way her hips swayed when she walked, the way her sari draped over her curves. He could imagine the softness of her skin, the taste of her lips. He wondered if she was bushy down there, kept it trimmed or shaved. He wished he could whisk her away and find out.

He was hard as a rock, and it was all he could do not to adjust himself.

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Back home after the party, Ravi was beaming, clearly turned on by his gorgeous wife being the life of the party and the center of attention.

He pulled Dhanuja close for a kiss as they stepped into the house, his hands gripping her hips possessively.

“You were stunning tonight, Dhanu,” he murmured against her lips before claiming them in a sloppy, eager kiss.

Dhanuja kissed him back passionately. The couple hurriedly undressed each other as they stumbled to the bedroom, their discarded clothes forming a trail from the living room to the master bedroom.

Ravi pushed her onto the bed, his eyes filled with desire as he unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. His hands went straight for her naked breasts, groping them roughly.

Dhanuja let out a soft moan, her body responding to his touch. She caressed her husband’s growing erection over his boxers.

“Ravi, can we do it slowly tonight? I want to feel every inch of you inside me.”

“Of course sweetheart,” Ravi said bending forward and kissing her lips as she pulled his boxers down and freed his cock.

He was already hard, his cock standing to attention.

Dhanuja took his cock in her hand, stroking it slowly, watching Ravi’s reaction. She loved the feel of him becoming harder in her hand, loved the way his breath caught and his eyes glazed over.

He pushed her back on the bed and climbed over her, his body covering hers, his hardness pressed against her opening between her legs.

Dhanuja spread her legs wider, welcoming him into her. She could feel the tip of his cock nudging at her entrance, teasing her. She needed him inside her, filling her but wished he would go down on her and lick her to orgasm before putting it in.

But Ravi preferred the missionary position and rarely deviated from his pattern.

Ravi thrust into her, a grunt escaping his lips. Dhanuja gasped at the sudden intrusion, her body stretching to accommodate him. He started to move, his hips pumping against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her with quick, shallow thrusts.

Dhanuja tried to match his rhythm, her hips lifting to meet his. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensation of her husband inside her as her body started responding and wetness flooded to her pussy.

She wanted it to be more, wanted to feel him deeper, but Ravi’s thrusts remained hurried, driven by his own need.

She wanted to feel him everywhere, wanted him to explore her body, not just fuck her. She wanted to be worshipped, to be fucked with passion and love, not just used for his release. She wrapped her legs around him, trying to pull him deeper, but Ravi was already close.

She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, his breath coming faster and harder. He was close to coming, and she was still waiting for her own release.

“Ravi, wait,” she whispered, her nails digging into his back. “Not yet.”

He grunted, his hips still moving, his cock sliding in and out of her with short, quick thrusts. “Come with me, Dhanuja,” he panted. “Come with me, baby.”

But she couldn’t. She wasn’t there yet. She wasn’t even close. She needed more. 

When he screamed at the point of release, she faked an orgasm to appease her husband.

Ravi collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat and his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Dhanuja lay there, her body unsatisfied. Minutes later, Ravi was asleep, snoring softly.

Dhanuja lay awake, her body still tingling with unsatisfied desire. She could still feel the emptiness inside her, the ache that Ravi had not satisfied. She felt a wave of frustration wash over her. This was not the first time she had faked an orgasm. She loved her husband, but their sex life was lacking. She needed more, wanted more.

She was throbbing with desire, her clit aching for some attention. She slipped her hand under the sheets and began to rub her clit in slow, circular motions. She let out a soft moan, her hips bucking slightly with the pleasure.

She had done this many times before, after Ravi had rolled off her and fallen asleep, leaving her wanting more. She knew her own body well, knew exactly what she needed to reach orgasm. She rubbed harder, her fingers moving faster, her breath coming in short gasps.

She could feel the pleasure building inside her, could feel the warmth spreading through her body. She was close, so close. She needed just a little more.

She slipped her other hand under the sheets, her fingers finding her entrance. She was wet, so wet. She slid a finger inside, a soft groan escaping her lips.

She could feel her pussy clenching around her finger, the muscles contracting as she moved it in and out, fucking herself with her own finger.

She added a second finger, her thumb returning to her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as the pleasure took over. 

She fucked herself faster, her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, her thumb rubbing her clit with a ferocity that matched the storm inside her.

She bit her lip to stifle her moans, not wanting to wake Ravi. 

When her orgasm hit,  waves of pleasure crashed over her, her body thrashing under the sheets as she rode out the intensity of her climax. She came hard, her muscles clenching around her fingers, her pussy pulsing as she soaked her hand with her juices. 

Another thing happened when her orgasm hit. Something that had never happened before. David’s handsome face flashed before her closed eyes at the moment of her release, startling her.

She had never fantasized about another man while making love to her husband before. She felt a pang of guilt for imagining another man and took a cold shower before returning to bed and laying next to her snoring husband, her mind at conflict refusing to let her sleep however much she tried.

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Tension Builds

Dhanuja sat in the waiting room of David’s office, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. She had taken a deep breath before entering, the scent of antiseptic and medication filling her nostrils, grounding her in the reality of why she was here. Her worst fear was bad news about her own fertility as she waited to be shown into David’s office and to hear the test results.

When David finally appeared, the sight of him was enough to make her heart skip a beat. He was dressed in a crisp white coat, his dark hair slightly disheveled, and his eyes behind his glasses held a mix of professionalism and concern.

“Dhanuja, come in,” he said, gesturing to the examination room.

She followed him in, her heels clicking on the cold, tiled floor. The room was stark, clinical, and filled with the smell of disinfectant.

“Have a seat,” David said, pointing to the examination table.

Dhanuja perched on the edge, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.

She could feel her heartbeat pounding in her chest as she waited for David to speak.

“So, Dhanuja,” he began, his voice soft yet authoritative. “I understand that you and Ravi have been trying to conceive for some time now.”

She nodded, her eyes meeting his. “Yes, almost a year now. I’m starting to feel the pressure, from my family, from my body… from everything.”

David’s eyes scanned the printout in his hand. “Your test results show that you’re perfectly healthy, Dhanuja. Your ovulation is regular, and your hormone levels are normal. There’s no physiological reason why you shouldn’t be able to conceive.”

He paused, his gaze meeting hers. “But there could be other factors at play. Stress, for instance. Or perhaps there’s something else you’d like to talk about? Has Ravi got a test done? Do you know the results?”

“I wanted to make sure nothing was wrong with me. Thank you Doctor for confirming that.” Dhanuja replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “I will speak to Ravi about getting tested. He’s been so busy with work.”

David placed the printout on the small table next to the examination bed. “I understand. And please call me David. I may be your doctor, but I am Ravi’s friend first.” He said with a smile that could melt hearts.

After a pause he continued, “Situations like these are more common than people realize. More often than not, they become a forgotten memory after a pregnancy. But while you are going through the uncertain phase, it can be a stressful time. If you need to talk, Dhanuja, I’m here. It’s important to have someone to unload on.”

Dhanuja looked at him, her eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you Doctor, that means a lot.”

David gave her a reassuring smile, “David please, doctor sounds too formal for friends”.

He got off his chair and walked around to where she was sitting, “It’s normal to feel overwhelmed but try not to stress. Now,” he said heading to the door and opening it, “Let’s get you out of here. If you want me to talk with Ravi, let me know.”

Dhanuja hesitated for a moment before getting off the chair and heading to the door. “Okay, Doctor…David I mean. Thank you so much.”

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Dhanuja’s nights had become an endless cycle of unfulfilled desire and frustration. She would lie awake, her body aching with need, her mind tormented by images of David’s handsome face.

The stress their marriage was going through didn’t help matters. Ravi was either busy working or totally oblivious to her sexual needs when he fucked her.

Increasingly, Dhanuja was feeling used for his release. Her needs seemed to be the last thing on Ravi’s mind — be it in bed or with starting a family. 

She was tired of faking it and pretending everything was alright. She needed a release, needed someone to satisfy her, to harness her desires and give her what she craved.

She tried talking to Ravi about getting a fertility test done and that ended in the couple’s first serious argument. 

“I don’t need to get tested, Dhanuja. I’m fine. You’re overthinking this,” Ravi said, his voice gruff with frustration.

“But we’ve been trying for a year, Ravi. It’s not just about you or me. It’s about us. About our future together,” Dhanuja pleaded.

Ravi sighed, rubbing his temples. “Look, I don’t want to fight about this. Let’s just keep trying. I’m sure everything will be fine. We will be blessed with a baby when we are meant to be. You just need to trust in fate and destiny.”

Dhanuja felt her temper rise. “Trust in fate? Is that all you can say, Ravi?” she snapped. “I’m tired of waiting for some divine plan. I want to take control of this situation. I want to do something about it.”

Ravi’s voice hardened. “Well, there’s nothing more we can do, Dhanuja. I’m not getting tested. End of discussion.”

He stomped out of the room, leaving Dhanuja alone with her thoughts. She felt a mix of anger, frustration, and helplessness. She couldn’t understand why Ravi was being so stubborn about this.

She needed him to be more involved, to care as much as she did. She felt a wave of frustration wash over her as she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

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Moral Conflict

Dhanuja sat on the plush, leather examination chair of David’s office, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, head head hanging low as a tear trickled out of her eyes and rolled down her cheek. She had consulted David a few times now since the results of her fertility test and he had been most understanding and compassionate — a stark contrast to the dismissive stubbornness she got from her husband.

Each time she left his office, she felt a mix of emotions – gratitude for his support, attraction to his magnetism, and guilt for the possibilities her mind wandered into.

Today was no different. She had just told David about Ravi’s stubborn refusal to get tested, about their arguments, the pressure from family and the stress their marriage was going through. It was the first time she had opened her heart out to anyone and was bracing for some insensitive masculine or judgmental response.

But David surprised her.

He listened with genuine empathy, his eyes soft with understanding. When she finished, he leaned back in his chair, his hands steepled in his lap.

“Dhanuja,” he began, his voice low and soothing, “I know this is hard. But I want you to know, you’re not alone. I’m here for you. No matter what you decide, I’ll support you. I don’t understand why Ravi is being so obstinate. He is a doctor too and I would have expected him to be more open to getting tested. I don’t want to overstep my boundaries, but do you want me to talk with him?”

Dhanuja shook her head, a lock of her dark hair falling loose from her bun. “I don’t think it would make a difference. He’s made up his mind. If he takes it the wrong way, I don’t want him to think I tattled on him and get him upset.”

“Maybe he is right,” David said, surprising Dhanuja, “at least we can hope he is.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, pent up anger bubbling up at the first insensitive comment she had heard from David.

“Well, since he won’t get tested, all we can do is hope he is right that it’s just a matter of time and that there is no issue with his fertility. Maybe you should just keep trying, since there’s little else that can be done at this point.”

Dhanuja felt a wave of relief that he was trying to be supportive and positive in spite of the impossible situation and felt ashamed for thinking he was being insensitive, even for a moment.

“You are right David,” she said wiping the tear, “maybe all that’s left to do is to keep trying. Thanks for being there and for letting me rant.”

“Don’t mention it, Dhanuja,” he said, “I am your doctor, but I’d like to think of myself as a friend too and what good is a friend if he isn’t there in times of need, right?” His voice was gentle, soothing, and carried a tone of genuine concern. Dhanuja felt her heart flutter slightly. She had never had a friend like David before, someone who she could talk to, who she could trust, and who would always have her back.

“Thank you, David,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “That means a lot to me.”

David stood up from his chair and stretched his arms out, his white coat riding up slightly to reveal a glimpse of his toned abs. Dhanuja’s eyes lingered on the small patch of skin, her imagination running wild with thoughts of what lay beneath.

She quickly looked up, her cheeks flushed with heat. “I, um, I should go,” she stammered, standing up abruptly.

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Ravi had surprised her by remembering their engagement day and treated her out to dinner at a fancy restaurant.  Through dinner, Dhanuja kept remembering David’s words — maybe they should keep trying. Maybe tonight will be different. Maybe tonight she will conceive — she knew the timing was right and she was ovulating. She had to be positive and hopeful.

By the time they got home, stripped naked and ended up in bed, her hormones were in overdrive as was her imagination. Just as she hadn’t been able to get David’s words out of her mind, she hadn’t been able to get his face and his toned abs out of her head either.

She couldn’t help it when she imagined David while kissing Ravi. She imagined it was David’s tongue that found hers, not her husband’s.

She imagined it was David’s hands that gripped her ass, not Ravi’s, that it was David sucking on her nipples and squeezing her breasts.

She imagined it was David’s cock that was pressing against her entrance, not Ravi’s. She moaned softly, her body responding to the fantasy in her mind, her pussy growing wetter with each passing second.

Ravi mistook her moan for encouragement and began to thrust into her with renewed vigor. Dhanuja tried to ignore the sensation of Ravi’s cock inside her and focus on her fantasy.  She rocked her hips slightly, trying to will Ravi’s cock to mimic the fantasy.

Dhanuja bit her lip to stifle a moan, her nails digging into Ravi’s back. She could feel her orgasm building, her body responding to the mix of reality and fantasy.  She imagined David’s hands gripping her ass, pulling her closer as he thrust into her. She pictured David’s eyes, dark and intense, locked onto hers as he fucked her with a primal urgency.

Ravi was fucking her hard, his cock slamming into her with force. She could feel the bed shaking beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust. The sounds of sex filled the room – the wet smacking of skin against skin, the grunts and moans escaping their lips.

Dhanuja was close. So fucking close. Her body was on fire, her pussy clenching around Ravi’s cock like a vice. She could feel her orgasm building, a pressure that was almost too much to bear.

“Fuck, Ravi,” she whispered, her voice breathy and desperate. She had almost said David, correcting herself at the last moment as she called out her husband’s name, “Fuck me harder Ravi.”

Ravi growled in response, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. He gripped her hips tighter, using them as leverage to slam into her with a brutal force.

Dhanuja moaned, her body shivering with the force of her impending orgasm. She could feel her pussy clenching around Ravi’s cock, milking him for everything he had. And then her orgasm hit and her body started shaking violently.

She cried out, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. Her nails dug deep into Ravi’s back, drawing blood as she clung to him, her body convulsing with the force of her release.

Ravi felt Dhanuja’s orgasm and it sent him over the edge. He threw his head back and roared, his cock throbbing as he came hard. He thrust into her a few more times, his hips jerking as he rode out his orgasm.

Dhanuja was gasping for breath, her body still convulsing with aftershocks. She felt Ravi’s cock pulsing inside her, felt his hot sperm filling her. She gasped for breath, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her mind still reeling from the intensity of her fantasy as she imagined David’s sperm inside her, making its way to fertilize one of her eggs.

Ravi collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He rolled off her a minute later, flopping onto his back and sighing contentedly.

Dhanuja lay there, her body still tingling, her heart still racing. She felt a mix of satisfaction and guilt. She had come, yes, but it was Ravi’s cock that had given her that release, not David’s. She felt ashamed and guilty that her first orgasm during sex with her husband had come when she had imagined another man.

She tried to push the thought away, telling herself it was just a fantasy, a harmless one at that. But deep down, she knew it was wrong.

As the days turned into weeks, Dhanuja found herself increasingly drawn to David. She felt a connection with him that she hadn’t felt with anyone else. He was a good listener, empathetic, and understanding. He made her feel seen and heard, something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

She started looking forward to her appointments with him, not just because of the medical help he was providing, but also because of the way he made her feel. She started to crave his attention, his touch, his words.

She found herself daydreaming about him, imagining his hands on her body, his lips on hers. She thought about him when she masturbated, his name a whispered prayer on her lips as she brought herself to orgasm.

Imagining David when Ravi fucked her made her cum violently and he became a regular part of their sex life — even if it was only in her imagination.

They had become good friends and she looked forward to her visits to his office. She felt electricity course through her body when he placed his hands on hers in reassurance, his voice and compassion was soothing and yet, it turned her on.

During one of her visits, when she had started crying at the stress of her marriage, he had held her. She had buried her head in his chest and cried her heart out — her body fully aware of his chest, his heartbeat, his masculine aroma,  and the protective arms around her.

She was dripping wet by the time she stopped crying and pulled away.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft and concerned.

She nodded, wiping her tears away. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Everything will be alright,” he said reaching out and holding her hands reassuringly, “every marriage goes through difficult times. Just remember you are not alone. If there’s anything I can do to help, you just have to ask.”

Tipping Point

The neighbor’s house was a sprawling, modern bungalow, its cream-colored walls accented by dark wood trim and large, sprawling windows that reflected the warm glow of the setting sun. The lawn was meticulously manicured, with tall, vibrant flowers lining the walkway, their sweet scent mingling with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting from within. The house buzzed with conversation, laughter, and the soft coos of guests gushing over the soon to arrive new addition to the neighborhood family.

Dhanuja stood by the French doors leading to the patio, her glass of sparkling grape juice untouched in her hand.  She had dressed up for the occasion, wearing a traditional white saree and blue blouse that accentuated her curves. Her dark hair was swept up in a elegant bun, adorned with flowers — a few loose strands framing her face. She looked stunning, and the attention she was getting from the other guests made her feel special.

Her mind was far away as she watched her neighbor’s baby-shower party unfolding in front of her — the happiness all around, the mom-to-be looking radiant, her baby bump showing. 

She smiled at the guests — a fake smile hiding her emotions.  She desperately wanted what they had — the joy, the excitement, the promise of new life. Her own body was craving a baby more than ever before. She felt a pang of jealousy as she watched the soon-to-be mother being spoiled with gifts and attention.

Ravi appeared at her side, wrapping an arm around her waist. “You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

Dhanuja forced a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired, that’s all.”

“When are you two inviting us for a baby shower?” the soon to be dad asked patting Ravi on his shoulders. 

“Soon,” Ravi said pulling his wife into a hug, “we are trying every night, aren’t we sweetheart?” He said with a wink at their neighbor who had asked the question.

Dhanuja stiffened in Ravi’s embrace, his words acting like a punch to her gut. He was talking about their sex life in front of everyone like it was some sort of a fucking achievement. She shot him a glare, but he was too busy preening and basking in the moment to notice.

“Naughty boy,” the neighbor said mock-punching Ravi on the arm, “but then, who can blame you for ‘trying’ every night with a wife as gorgeous as Dhanuja?”

Dhanuja felt a wave of nausea at the comment, the fake smile plastered on her face beginning to slip. It was such an inappropriate sexual comment coming from a guy who was about to become a dad, made to her husband, who seemed to take it as a compliment.

She could feel Ravi’s cock hardening against her hip as he laughed along with their neighbor, the sleaze in his voice clearly going over his head. She needed to get away, to cool down before she said something she would regret.

“Excuse me,” she murmured, slipping out of Ravi’s embrace, “I need to go to the bathroom.”  She practically ran down the hall, past the living room and kitchen, not stopping until she reached the guest bathroom. She slammed the door shut behind her and leaned against it, her breathing coming in short gasps.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her hands balling into fists. She was tired of this, tired of her husband’s dismissive attitude towards her needs and desires. She was tired of the constant pressure from her family, from her body. She was tired of feeling like a fuck toy for her husband, a vessel for his pleasure, tired of his insensitivity, his bravado… just about everything about him was now beginning to annoy her.

“You just have to ask.” David’s words from earlier that day broke through her anger.  If only he knew how badly she wanted to ask him to take her when he uttered those words. If only he knew all the things she was imagining through the day and all the ways she wanted him to fuck her, pleasure her, breed her.

She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body heating up with the thought of David… of his hands on her body, his lips on hers, his cock inside her… God, she wanted him so badly.

Dhanuja leaned against the door, her body trembling with pent-up frustration and desire. She was so fucking horny, and she knew that Ravi wouldn’t be able to satisfy her tonight. She also knew that he would be horny with all the sexual comments about her and would want to fuck her.

A knock on the bathroom door startled her. Wiping her tears, she hurriedly touched up her make up and opened the bathroom door, flashing a fake smile at the guests as she went through the motions through the rest of the evening.

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Back at home, Ravi was eager for sex, as usual, his cock already hard from the lewd comments about her looks from various male guests at the party. He didn’t bother to remove his clothes as he pulled Dhanuja towards the bedroom.

Ravi pushed Dhanuja onto the bed and climbed on top of her, his cock already poking against his pants. Dhanuja didn’t move, didn’t respond.  She just lay there, her body stiff, her mind still reeling with anger and frustration. She felt Ravi’s weight on top of her, his hands roughly groping her breasts, his cock pressing against her through his pants.

“Ravi, I’m not in the mood,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Come on, babe,” Ravi said, his voice thick with lust. “we need to try for the baby that you want so badly.”

Of course he had to make fucking her also sound like a favor.  She didn’t have the energy to fight him tonight. She was angry and she wanted to just get this over with.

Ravi didn’t care about her unresponsiveness. He lifted her saree up to her hips and pulled her panties down to her knees. She heard him unzip his pants and then he was inside her.

There was no foreplay, no build up, just a sudden intrusion. Dhanuja winced slightly at the suddenness of it all, her body not yet ready for him.

Ravi began to move, his hips thrusting against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her. Dhanuja lay there, her eyes closed, her body stiff. She didn’t move, didn’t respond. She was just lying there, waiting for it to be over.

Ravi’s thrusts were nothing more than a mechanical motion, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, smacking sound. Three minutes later, he grunted, his body tensing as he came, his cock spasming inside her.

Dhanuja lay still, waiting for him to finish. She felt nothing. No pleasure, no satisfaction. Just a deep sense of emptiness and frustration.

Ravi pulled out of her, his cock slipping out of her pussy with a wet, sucking sound. He flopped onto his back, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath.

“Fuck,” he murmured, running a hand through his hair. “That was intense.”

Dhanuja didn’t respond. She just lay there, her body still and her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.

“That will show Khanna,” Ravi mumbled wiping his sweaty forehead, “Now that he managed to knock up his wife, the guy had the gall to tell me he’d be happy to help if I couldn’t get the job done. As if I need help fucking my own wife.” He patted Dhanuja’s ass, “Though I’m sure he’d love to stick it into you. Wouldn’t surprise me if he thinks about you while fucking his wife.”

Dhanuja felt like throwing up. How could he gloat about other men wanting to fuck her? 

“I can almost imagine my swimmers getting the job done tonight. I will show the guy… he had the gall to tell me I could even watch and take tips… that I just had to ask if I need his help to get you pregnant.” He said kissing her.

“You just have to ask,” David’s words came flooding back as her husband continued his gloating.

She had been fighting her body that felt drawn to David. Her morals and loyalty had kept her from succumbing to her body’s needs. 

But Ravi’s words were the final straw. The disrespect, the bravado, the dismissiveness — it was all too much. She had been patient, she had been understanding, she had been a dutiful wife.

But her body and her heart couldn’t take it anymore. As she heard Ravi starting to snore, she turned over on her side, her mind made up.

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The Final Step

Dhanuja sat across from David in his office, the sterile, white walls a stark contrast to the tumult of emotions swirling inside her. 

She had been pushing back against her desires for weeks now, but with Ravi’s crude remarks still ringing in her ears, she felt a surge of anger and defiance. She knew what she wanted, and she was tired of denying herself.

“David,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need your help.”

David looked up from the chart he was reviewing, his eyes meeting hers. “Of course, Dhanuja. Anything.”

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. “Will you give me a baby, David? I can’t take this pressure anymore. I need a baby and can’t think of any other way out of the situation.” She paused, her eyes searching his face. 

David’s eyes widened in shock. He had never expected her to say something like this. He looked at her, his gaze searching her face for any signs of doubt or uncertainty. But all he saw was determination and desperation.

“Dhanuja, I…” he began, his voice trailing off. He knew he should refuse, should tell her this was wrong, that he was her husband’s friend. But none of those thoughts even crossed his mind. He had wanted her from the moment he first laid eyes on her. Whenever she left his office after a consultation, he had to lock his office door, go to the attached bathroom and release the tension in his balls. And here she was… asking for his sperm to fertilize her eggs.

“I can’t just jerk off to give you some sperm. You should go to a sperm bank for that.” He managed to get out.

“Don’t make me beg David,” she said her eyes pleading, “you know I didn’t mean just your sperm.  I want more than that… I want to feel loved not just fucked… I want to feel happiness… I want… 

She never could complete the sentence. David’s lips were on hers and she felt her body shudder.

She knew she was supposed to stop him, to change her mind, but she just didn’t want to. Her body had ached for him for so long. She wanted him, and she was going to have him.

David’s hands roamed over her body, exploring her curves through the fabric of her saree. She gasped as his fingers brushed against her nipples, sending electric shocks straight to her pussy. She arched her back, pressing herself against his hand, wanting more.

Reaching between his legs, she started stroking him over his pants. She could feel his cock hardening under her touch. She unzipped his pants, her fingers finding the heat of his cock through his boxers. 

David groaned, his lips still on hers, his tongue entering her mouth and finding hers. 

Dhanuja moaned, her head thrown back  as David’s hands caressed her body, his lips trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, where he bit gently, marking her.

David pulled her saree pallu from her shoulder, exposing the delicate skin of her upper back and the curve of her shoulder. He nipped at her, his teeth grazing her skin before soothing the sting with a gentle kiss. Dhanuja arched her back, pressing herself against him, her breathing coming in short, shallow gasps.

David untied her blouse and took it off, kissing and licking her all over her shoulders, neck and the exposed part of her breasts above her bra. Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra, his fingers deftly pushing the straps down her arms before cupping her breasts.

Dhanuja gasped as he took one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. She arched her back, pressing herself further into his mouth, a low moan escaping her lips.

David sucked hard, his teeth grazing her nipple, before switching to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. Dhanuja’s fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her breast, a desperate plea for more.

“Oh God, David, yessss” she moaned, her hips bucking against the examination table. “That feels so good.”

David looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire.

He stood up, his hands going to the waistband of his pants. He pushed them down, along with his boxers, his cock springing free. Dhanuja’s breath hitched as she stared at his member. Only half erect, he was already nearly twice her husband’s length and significantly wider.

Naked lust in her eyes, she pushed him back in his chair and kneeled between his legs.  Her hands were on his thighs, the tips of her fingers tracing the outline of his muscles as she moved them up his legs. She looked up at him, her lips parted, her eyes filled with hunger as she licked the tip of his cock.

David groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she took him into her mouth, inch by inch. She felt him grow in her mouth and could soon feel him hitting the back of her throat.

David’s head fell back against the chair, his eyes closed as he let out a low moan. “Fuck, Dhanuja,” he whispered, his hands going to her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. “That feels so fucking good.”

Dhanuja hummed in response, the vibration sending shivers through David’s cock. She could feel the muscles in his thighs tense, could feel the way his hips were moving, fucking her mouth. She took him deeper, took him further, until she felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat.

She swallowed, her eyes watering as she took him all the way in. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, could feel the pulse of his heartbeat against her tongue. She started to move her head, bobbing up and down, taking him in and out, her lips tight around his shaft.

She could taste the saltiness of his precum on her tongue, the musky scent of his arousal filling her nostrils.

David’s fingers tightened in her hair, his hips moving in time with her mouth. 

Abruptly she stopped, “don’t cum in my mouth David,” she said as she continued to stroke his hardness, “I want you to cum inside me.”

David groaned as he made her stand up. Their eyes locked, he stripped off her saree. Taking her nipple in his mouth once again, he untied her inskirt and let it fall to the floor. He continued to pleasure each of her nipples with his mouth and fingers, while his free hand entered her panties.

She gasped as his fingers found her wetness, her hips bucking against his hand. He made quick work of her panties, tearing them off her body.

She was completely naked now, her shaved, wet pussy glistening in the harsh light of the clinic. Her body was a map of desire, her nipples hard and erect, her pussy dripping with need.

David picked her up and carried her to the examination bed. Laying her down gently on her back, he spread her legs wide.  He kissed and licked her all along the inside of her thighs, moving higher and higher.  Dhanuja felt her heart race as he got closer and closer to her pussy. She was so fucking wet, so fucking ready. She couldn’t remember the last time she had wanted someone so badly. So desperately.

David was in no hurry. He kissed her all over her mound, licked and kissed the valley of her groin on either side of her pussy, teasing her and enjoying her at the same time.

He knew she was aching for his touch, for his tongue, for his cock. He wanted her to beg for it. He moved his mouth higher, kissing her belly button, licking his way up to her breasts, taking one into his mouth and sucking hard. Dhanuja arched her back, her fingers tangled in his hair.

“Please, David,” she begged, “do you mind licking my pussy? Ravi never does.”

“Only if you promise to cum in my mouth and feed me your honey.” 

“You want me to cum in your mouth?” She said surprised, because her husband always treated going down on her like something disgusting and she’d never had sex with anyone else besides her husband. That a man could want a woman to cum in his mouth was something she hadn’t even considered.  She felt a rush of desire at the thought. “Whatever you want David, as long as you cum inside me.”

David smiled, his eyes dark with lust. “You are so fucking beautiful, Dhanuja,” he said, his voice thick with desire, “Ravi’s a fool.” he thought as he licked her up and down her opening.

She squirmed and moaned, her fingers tangled in his hair. He teased her with his tongue, taking long, slow licks up and down her soaking wet slit. He sucked on her lips, nibbled on her clit and then plunged his tongue deep inside her. “Oh fuck, David,” Dhanuja moaned, her hips bucking against his face.

David groaned, the vibration of his voice against her sensitive flesh sending shivers through her body.  He licked and sucked at her pussy, his tongue probing deep inside her, his lips and teeth nipping and sucking at her clit. Dhanuja’s moans were filling the room, her hips bucking against his face as he devoured her.

“Oh God, David, right there,” she panted, her fingers gripping his hair tightly. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

David obliged, his tongue lapping at her like a man starved, his fingers finding their way between her cheeks, rubbing at her tight asshole. Dhanuja gasped, the sensation sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.

“Oh fuck, yes. Yes, just like that.” Her hips moved in time with his tongue, fucking his face as he ate her out like she was his favorite meal. David’s tongue was relentless, fucking her pussy with long, deep strokes, his fingers teasing her asshole. He could feel her getting close, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. 

“Don’t stop David,” Dhanuja groaned gripping his hair tighter and pulling him into her, “I am so close, so fucking close….” she moaned, her hips grinding against his face, her body on the brink of ecstasy.

Dhanuja cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave and her pussy erupted in a squirting orgasm. Her body shook, her pussy clenching around David’s tongue as her release flooded his mouth.

David swallowed every drop, his tongue lapping up her juices like a man starved. He looked up at her, his face glistening with her cum, his eyes dark with lust.

“Fuck, Dhanuja,” he groaned, licking his lips, “you taste fucking amazing.”

“Oh God, David,” Dhanuja whispered, her body still trembling with aftershocks of her orgasm. “That was…that was incredible.”

David stood up, his cock jutting out in front of him, hard and ready. “And that,” he said, his voice thick with desire, “is just the beginning. I want more.”

With that, he wrapped his mouth around her pussy again, his tongue sliding into her.  Dhanuja’s back arched off the bed as he sucked and licked at her, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in time with his tongue. She moaned, her hips bucking against his face as she felt another orgasm building inside her.

“David, fuck, David, yes. Right there. Oh God, right fucking there,” she panted, her body tensing as he increased the pressure on her clit. Within minutes, she erupted in a second squirting orgasm. He kept rubbing her clit, making her orgasm last an eternity, and continued eating her pussy even when it passed till she came a third time in his mouth.

She had to beg him to fuck her before he stopped and positioned his hardness against her opening. He rubbed it against her wetness, lubricating his shaft.

Dhanuja could feel him, hot and hard, and she wanted him inside her. Now.

“Fuck me, David,” she begged, her voice hoarse. “Please, I need you inside me. I want to feel you.”

He pushed, the head of his cock entering her. She was incredibly tight  , her pussy gripping him like a vice. She gasped as he pushed further, her body stretching to accommodate him. She could feel every inch of him as he filled her.

“God, David,” Dhanuja panted, “you’re so fucking big.”

David stilled, waiting for her body to adjust to his hardness in her depth. 

Eventually, she opened her eyes and looked at him with hunger, silently letting him know that she was ready.  He started moving slowly at first, his cock gliding in and out of her, her tightness sending shivers down his spine. He let out a low groan, his eyes locked with hers.

“You’re so fucking tight, Dhanuja,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “Your pussy is gripping my cock like a fucking vice.”

Dhanuja moaned in response, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. She could feel every inch of him as he moved in and out of her, her body adjusting to his size.

“Harder, David,” she begged, her voice a low whisper.

“Fuck me harder.”

David obliged, increasing his pace. He started to thrust harder, his hips slapping against her ass. He could feel her tight, wet pussy gripping his cock with each thrust, her moans filling the room.

“Oh God, David, yes,” she cried out, her body arching off the bed, meeting his thrusts. David growled, his hands gripping her hips tighter. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening. 

“Oh God David, I am going to cum again,” Dhanuja moaned as he slammed into her, “don’t stop, David, don’t stop, please.” she begged.

David was on the verge of cumming and struggling to hold back as he plowed her pussy, but he wanted her to enjoy every moment of this and wanted her to cum with him.  He stopped thrusting and pulled out of her, making Dhanuja whimper in protest. He turned her over, so she was on all fours, her perfect round ass facing him. 

Entering her from behind,  he thrust hard, making her yelp. Dhanuja moaned, her hands fisting the sheets, her head thrown back as she met his thrusts.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she kept mumbling with every thrust. He could feel her building up to another orgasm, felt her pussy muscles contract around his hardness.

He reached around and found her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts, driving her over the edge .

“Oh God, David, I’m cumming,” she screamed, her body convulsing as her third orgasm hit her, her pussy dripping with her juices, coating his cock.

David groaned, feeling her squeeze him even tighter, her muscles clenching around him as she came. Unable to hold back any longer, David arched his back and let out a roar as he flooded her pussy with his cum. He could feel her tightening around him, milking him as he filled her with his seed.

“Oh fuck, Dhanuja,” David groaned, continuing to fuck her even after his cock stopped cumming, “you are just amazing.”

She expected him to pull out as he started going limp inside her, but he kept fucking her till his cock started growing again.

He kept fucking her, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock filling her with every thrust. Ten minutes later, they came together again, her pussy taking his second load of the day and a third load twenty minutes later.

He finally collapsed on top of her, totally spent. She couldn’t believe that he had cum three times back to back in just over an hour. Her husband could never get it up more than once a day. She had never experienced anything like this. 

“God Dhanuja,” she groaned laying next to her on the examination bed, “I have never cum that many times, you are just incredible.”

Dhanuja laid on the bed, her body humming with satisfaction. She had never felt anything like this. Ravi had never made her feel this way.

“David,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from her screams of pleasure, “do you think we should change our consultation from once a week to once a day?”

David chuckled, his fingers tracing patterns on her naked back. “I think that’s a great idea, Dhanuja. I’d love to see you every day, and trying everyday is a great way to give baby-making the best chance.”

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Needing More

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the distinct aroma of sex filled his office as Dhanuja rode his shaft on the examination bed.

The past month and a half had been incredible for both of them. His last patient of the day, she would show up as much of the staff was leaving the hospital. They would fuck like animals and she would leave with at anything between three and five loads of David’s cum inside her pussy, knowing fully well that her husband was somewhere in the hospital, treating his patients. The secrecy and proximity of her betrayal adding to her arousal as she had multiple orgasms in David’s mouth and around his cock.

Her body started shaking with yet another orgasm and he felt his balls tighten as he creamed her pussy for the fifth time that night, his cock pulsing deep inside her.

Totally exhausted, she rolled over and collapsed next to David on the examination bed. Their naked bodies drenched in sweat, they cuddled lovingly, their hands exploring each others’ bodies.

“David,” she whispered, her head resting on his heaving chest, “I think I am overdue.” David’s hand froze mid-stroke on her hair. He looked at her, his eyes searching her face. “I haven’t had my period this month.” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

David’s eyes widened in surprise. He sat up, his eyes searching her face. “Are you sure?”

Dhanuja nodded. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure. I mean, I’ve been late before, but this month… it’s been over two weeks.”

He ran the tests and the results confirmed what they already knew — she was pregnant. Now Ravi could gloat to his friends about how his swimmers had got the job done.

“Congratulations,” David said handing her the reports that confirmed her pregnancy. “You’re going to be a mom.”

Dhanuja smiled, her eyes shining with unshed tears. She had been hoping for this, had been dreaming of this moment. And now that it was finally here, she felt a mix of joy, fear, and excitement course through her veins.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. “Thank you for everything, David.”

David’s eyes softened, a look of tenderness in them. 

“So Dhanuja,” he asked, searching her face, “what do you plan to tell Ravi?” Dhanuja looked away, her cheeks flushing. She knew what she had to do, what she had to say, but the words stuck in her throat.

She took a deep breath, gathering her courage. “I can’t tell him, David. Not yet. Not ever.” She looked back at him, her eyes determined. “I know he will be boasting about my pregnancy to all his horny friends and honestly, I don’t care.”

David nodded, understanding as always.  “Okay,” he said, his voice low and thick with desire, “you don’t have to tell him then. But what does this mean for us? Now that you are pregnant, you don’t need help anymore right?”

David asked, trying to hide the pain in his voice.

Dhanuja looked into David’s eyes, saw the sadness behind them. She quickly moved her hand to his cheek, caressing it gently.

“David, I need you more than ever now. You are going to be my doctor through the pregnancy and I can’t afford to lose either the only friend I have or the most incredible sex of my life.”

She searched his face. His expression relaxed and his lips formed a hint of a smile. 

“Besides,” she said kissing his lips, “what makes you think I only want one baby?”

THE END

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