The Price Of A Life
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by DesiDreamer · January 31, 2026

IN PICS: LOHITHA | CONTRIBUTED BY: SIDDU
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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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Lohitha sat with her head hung low, tears dampening her cheeks, a barely touched cup of steaming coffee on the table in front of her. Vivek would be discharged tomorrow and she should have been happy, but she knew their lives would never be the same again.

It felt like just yesterday when Vivek and she got married. As is common in India still, it was an arranged marriage and they had met just a couple times in social settings before their wedding. Even though they were near strangers on their wedding night, he had made sure their first time was the most memorable experience for her.

She was a nervous wreck from a combination of fear and anticipation when Vivek stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.

He was a tall, spectacled man, broad-shouldered, with a smile that could light up the darkest room. He hadn’t rushed it. Instead, the two had talked for close to two hours. Tension was soon replaced with easy conversation and laughter.

The only thing she couldn’t remember of the night was who made the first move. All she knew was the taste of his lips, the feel of his hands on her body, and the way he lowered her onto the bed, his eyes never leaving her.

He was gentle — oh so gentle — as his fingers traced the curve of her breast, her waist, her thighs. She shuddered with every touch, her body arching towards his.

As the two kissed, he removed her bridal jewelry one by one, leaving her mangalsutra and chooda on her.

He then proceeded to removing her bridal outfit slowly, one piece of garment at a time.

She felt a mix of shyness and anticipation as he trailed kisses down her neck, her shoulders, her chest all along the edge of her blouse, leaving a hickey or two on her exposed cleavage.

His hands were everywhere – in her hair, on her hips, on her ass, pulling her closer to him. She could feel his hardness against her, and it sent a thrill down her spine.

He moved behind her and removed her blouse, kissing every inch of her exposed back and shoulders along the edge of her bra.

Once the blouse came off completely, he slid her bra straps off her shoulders and kissed them.

Her heart was thudding in her chest and she felt wetness gush to her pussy. Even though this was their first time together, she was aching to feel him inside her. His slow undressing was tormenting her and she decided to take charge.

Turning around, she straddled him and guided his hands to the hooks of her bra. Once he removed her bra, his hands explored every inch of her naked back.

He pressed her hard nipples into his chest as they kissed.

She moaned in his mouth when he pinched her nipples. Her panties were soaking wet by now and her body was on fire.

She gasped as he took one nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing it gently. She couldn’t help moaning in pleasure.

Encouraged, he sucked on her tit, sending electric current coursing through her body. He switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention, making her writhe beneath him.

She could feel the wetness between her legs growing, and she squirmed, needing his touch there.

Vivek smiled against her skin, trailing kisses down her stomach until he reached the waist of her lehenga. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust, before untying her lehnga and peeling it off her.

She was now down to only her panties covering her nakedness. Vivek gaze traveled up and down the length of her body, taking in every curve, every inch of her skin. She felt a blush creep up her cheeks at the intensity of his stare. He made her feel beautiful, desired.

He kissed her pussy all over her panties, noticing the damp spot and smiling knowingly. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties. She held her breath as he slowly pulled them down, revealing her to him completely.

His eyes locked on the shaved valley between her legs, he sat up in bed and stripped naked. His cock sprang up when he pulled his undies down.

She could see the length of him, hard and ready, and a thrill ran through her. She wanted him in her, but he had other ideas.

Spreading her legs wide, he started kissing, licking and biting her inner thigh, inching closer and closer to her pussy with each kiss.

She shivered with anticipation, her hips bucking slightly. He smiled, knowing he was driving her crazy.

When he reached her groin, he sucked on the soft skin between her leg and her pussy mound. She moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, trying to guide her pussy to his mouth. But he wasn’t having it.

He kept his grip on her hips, holding her still, teasing her with his tongue. And then he repeated the same thing with the inside of her other thigh till he reached her groin on the other side of her pussy.

Lohitha was absolutely on fire by now. She was aching with need, her pussy aching with hunger for his touch, his taste, his everything.

She almost came when he finally licked her up and down her slit.

And then his tongue was inside her, licking, sucking, tasting her. She moaned, her back arching off the bed. He hummed against her pussy, the vibrations sending shivers through her.

Almost as if he could feel her body inching close to an orgasm, he pulled away, leaving her gasping and panting. She whimpered in protest, her eyes flashing with desire and frustration.

He smiled, a wicked gleam in his eyes, and positioned himself between her legs. She watched, her heart pounding wildly, as he guided his cock to her entrance.

He rubbed the head against her clit, and she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.

He groaned as he started pushing the head inside her. Inch by inch, he entered her till he was buried to the hilt in her depth.

He kissed her gently on the lips, holding himself inside her, both of them savoring the experience of completeness.

He held still, giving her time to adjust to the feeling of being filled. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her, completing her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. He started moving, slow and gentle at first, letting her get used to the sensation.

But as her moans of pain turned into moans of pleasure, he picked up the pace, his hips slamming against hers. She could feel every inch of his cock as he moved in and out of her, the friction building an inferno of pleasure within her.

Their bodies were slick with sweat, their breathing ragged and desperate. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as his hips continued their relentless pace. Her hands gripped his back, her nails digging into his skin, leaving crescent marks. He groaned into her mouth, the pain only serving to heighten his pleasure.

The orgasm he had not let her have started bubbling up inside her as he drove in and out of her. She could feel the pressure building, her body tensing, her muscles clenching around his cock. She was close, so close.

He must have felt it too because he increased his pace, his hips slamming into hers with a force that sent shockwaves through her body.

She could feel every inch of him, the head of his cock rubbing against her G-spot with each thrust.

When her orgasm hit, he went over the edge too – both of them screaming in pleasure, their bodies shuddering and convulsing, their hips slamming together wildly.

He came inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed.

Their bodies were still joined, their breaths ragged and panting, when Vivek collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat.

They stayed like that for a while, their hearts slowly returning to their normal rhythm.

The memory of that night was special as was every night with Vivek. But that was all before the world came crashing down.

She jolted back to reality as the cafeteria door swung open and Dr. Avinash walked in. He was a tall man, his dark hair always perfectly in place, his stubble trimmed to a precise length. His eyes were piercing, and they seemed to bore into her as he approached.

A few days ago, he had given her the diagnosis — Vivek had a rare autoimmune disorder, and without aggressive treatment, he wouldn’t make it. He needed a daily administration of a drug, just to keep him alive. He would never be the same again, but the drug would at least keep him coherent, able to live an almost normal life devoid of any form of exertion.

He would be able to go home and the drug could be administered at home. He had introduced her to Siddharth, a trained care giver who volunteered at the hospital, not because he needed a job (he came from wealth) but because he wanted his life to have meaning, cared about human suffering and wanted to give back to society beyond the charitable work his family did.

The medication wasn’t cheap and had to be given every single day without fail, but Vivek had been smart with his savings and the cost of the drug didn’t bother her as much as the fact that their lives would never be the same again.

She smiled, wiping her tears as Dr Avinash and Siddharth sat across from her, their eyes and demeanor full of empathy, reassurance and compassion.

“You should be happy Lohitha, your husband will be discharged in the morning.” Dr. Avinash said, his voice steady and reassuring.

“I know,” Lohitha replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes were fixed on her coffee cup, her fingers playing with the hem of her sleeves.

Siddharth reached out, placing his hand over hers. She looked up, her eyes meeting his.

“You’re doing a great job, Lohitha. You’re strong, stronger than most people I know. There’s a lot of research happening, so don’t lose hope.” He said, his words and tone full of empathy and hope. She looked at the doctor, who also smiled and nodded, echoing Siddharth’s words.

As luck would have it, they lived not too far from Siddharth’s place and their house was along the drive he took everyday from home to the hospital.

Dr Avinash had been God-sent and she didn’t know what she would have done if he wasn’t around when Vivek was admitted. And now, he had given her a lifeline even after her husband’s discharge in the form of Siddharth.

The past few months had been a combination of dwindling resources and fast-disappearing hope. The medication was keeping Vivek alive, but the cost was crippling. Lohitha had sold almost everything of value, and still, it wasn’t enough. She was at her wit’s end, exhausted mentally and physically.

Siddharth had been there offering emotional support and the daily dose Vivek needed to stay alive. He had seen her struggling, the dark circles under her eyes, the weight loss, and the constant worry etched on her face. She was breaking, and he hated that he couldn’t do more to help her.

There was a magnetism about her — her steely resolve, her vulnerability, her determination, her devotion — just about everything about her disarming. Without realizing it or consciously thinking about it, Siddharth’s feelings towards Lohitha had gone beyond caring into the territory that lies in the grey area around admiration, friendship, affection and lust.

Life can be so cruel, especially to the best among us, he thought, as he noticed her almost crumbling under the pressure, before gathering herself for her husband.

He knew most of their savings were gone. He also knew she had sold most of the jewelry and almost everything of commercial value. He had paid for the past few doses himself because some funds were delayed. But he knew that she couldn’t keep this up forever. He wanted to help. He wanted to hold her, kiss her, love her, make her forget her troubles if only for a moment and live life. He knew his feelings were getting into dangerous territory and did all he could to not let her see how he felt about her.

And now, here she was, collapsed on the floor, tears streaming down her face, her body shaking with sobs. He had been on his way to administer the drug when he heard her. He stopped and made his way towards the sound coming from her bedroom. She sat on the bed, a crumpled piece of paper in her hand, her shoulders shaking with the force of her cries.

He stepped into the room, and she looked up, her eyes red and swollen.

“Lohitha, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice soft.

“I-I can’t do this anymore, Siddharth,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible. “I’ve sold everything. I have nothing left to pay for the next dose. I don’t even have money to pay for the last two doses.”

He cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair. He knew this was coming, but hearing her say it, seeing her like this, it gutted him. He wanted to pull her into his arms, hold her and tell her everything would be okay. But he couldn’t without lying.

He didn’t know what was going to happen, but he knew he couldn’t let her suffer like this. He couldn’t watch her self-destruct without trying to help. He stepped closer, crouching down in front of her.

“Lohitha, look at me,” he whispered, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and desperation. He saw the raw vulnerability there, and it made him ache. “You can’t stop fighting now, surely you have noticed the improvements in Vivek. We have to keep trying.” He tried to sound encouraging, but his voice was thick with emotion. He saw her swallow hard, her lips still trembling. Her eyes dropped to the crumpled paper in her hand.

“I know. I just… I don’t know what to do. I’m out of options. I am in more debt than I can repay. Every job I have applied to has rejected my application. I don’t have any money left to continue the treatment or to pay for the past doses.”

“Forget the past doses ok? Let’s focus on the future. I am not giving up on Vivek yet, nor is Dr Avinash, and I don’t want you to either.” Siddharth’s voice was firm, his eyes locked on hers. He saw the flicker of hope in her eyes, the desperate need for reassurance.

“But how? How am I going to do this? I have nothing left.” Lohitha’s voice cracked, a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill over.

“What if I covered the cost of the medicine, Lohitha? You wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore.”

She stared at him, shock and disbelief written all over her face. “What do you mean, Siddharth? You can’t just… pay for it.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I can, money is not a problem for me.” he said, his voice low and steady. “Lohitha, you’ve been through so much. I can’t bear to see you like this. Let me help you.”

Lohitha’s eyes widened in shock, her breath hitching in her throat. “I can’t let you do that. It’s too much. I am not a beggar. I can’t…”

Siddharth reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. “Call me Siddu, Lohitha. And you can. Please let me help you. I am offering this because I want to see you happy, not out of charity. And I mean really happy.” His voice was low, his eyes darkening as he looked at her.

She could feel the change in the atmosphere, the shift in his gaze. She swallowed hard, her heart beating faster.

“What do you mean?” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in, his hand still cupping her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw.

“I mean,” he said, his voice a low rumble as he caressed her cheek, “let me make you happy. I never could muster the courage to tell you that before.” It took a moment for the implication of his words to sink in.

“Siddharth!” she said standing up, her eyes blazing with fury, “How can you? I am a married woman for God’s sake!” She backed away from him, her eyes wide with shock and disgust. He stood up too, his hands up in a placating gesture.

“Lohitha, wait. I didn’t mean it like that. I just, I see how much you’re struggling. I want to help, and I want to make you happy. I care about you, Lohitha. I care about both of you.” He said, his voice low.

Lohitha stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t believe what he was suggesting. The man she had come to rely on, the man who had been a beacon of hope in her darkest hours, was now proposing something that her moral compass screamed was deeply, deeply wrong.

“Please leave,” she said with a finality to her voice, “This is wrong on so many levels. You have been there for us through the worst of times and I don’t want to say something I will regret.”

Her voice was steady, but her hands trembled slightly. He could see the struggle in her eyes, the inner turmoil raging within her. He understood her feelings, he truly did. But he also knew that his offer was genuine, born as much out of lust as out of caring, but it had to be her choice.

He headed out of the room but stopped at the door. “Think about it Lohitha. What I am suggesting isn’t all selfish. I want you to experience happiness that you will probably never experience again in life. Just think about it. And, it isn’t conditional to paying for Vivek’s medicine or administering it. I would be honored if you would let me do that, even if you reject the happiness I hope I can give you.” Siddharth walked away, leaving Lohitha alone in her room.

She stood there, frozen in place, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. She couldn’t believe what he had just said, what he had just offered. It was wrong, so wrong. He had been nothing but kind and compassionate to her and Vivek over the past few months. She couldn’t believe he would suggest such a thing.

She stayed rooted to the spot, her mind racing with thoughts and images she couldn’t control. She had never been unfaithful to Vivek, not even in thought.

When she woke up the next morning, her mind was made up. Vivek wouldn’t survive the day if he didn’t get his medicine. Siddharth’ had made ‘s offer came with no strings attached. She knew she had no option but to let him pay for Vivek’s medicine. But, she refused to accept charity, and she couldn’t deny that she had biological needs too, that she had suppressed for way too long.

While Siddharth’s offer went against her upbringing and moral code, she had seen more than lust in his eyes. She knew he cared. He had been there as a friend over the past few months. She knew their suffering pained him. He wasn’t a bad human being. He wasn’t a saint either. And what was life if not a series of give and takes?

She had given her all to Vivek, to their marriage, to their love. And now, in the face of unbearable circumstances, she had to take, to accept the help that was being offered to her, even if it came with a price that Siddharth didn’t even actually demand.

She spent the whole day cleaning the house, her mind made up. She had taken a shower, her body scrubbed clean, her skin soft and smooth. She had applied a touch of makeup, just enough to enhance her natural beauty. She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes meeting her own. She saw the determination, the resolve, the need. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She was ready.

Siddharth arrived promptly at 7 PM, carrying a bag with him.

He looked at Lohitha, her eyes meeting his, a silent understanding passing between them. She stood by the door, her heart pounding in her chest, her breaths coming out in short gasps.

“I’m sorry about last night, Siddharth,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I should have been more grateful for your offer.”

He smiled at her, a soft, reassuring smile. “Don’t apologize, Lohitha. I understand where you’re coming from. I just want to help, in any way I can. You don’t have to do anything. Forget whatever else I said. Just let me pay for Vivek’s medicines please. He needs it. I want nothing in return, I promise.”

She stepped aside to let him in, her eyes dropping to the bag in his hand.

She could see the outline of a syringe and a small vial through the thin fabric. He followed her gaze and smiled. “I brought the dose for Vivek. I hope you don’t mind.”

She returned his smile, a genuine one this time. “Of course not. Thank you, Siddharth.”

Lohitha swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked into Siddharth’s eyes, and she saw the same raw need and desire that she was feeling. She took a deep breath, her decision made.

“I want this, Siddharth,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want the other part of your offer too. I am not a saint and you were right, I have needs too.”

Siddharth’s eyes darkened at her words, his body tensing with restrained desire. He stepped closer to her, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek.

His thumb brushed away a stray tear, his touch gentle and reassuring. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening again, meeting his gaze.

“I want you to be sure, Lohitha,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret later.”

She took a deep breath, her eyes searching his face. “I’ve never done this before, Siddu,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. “But I trust you. And I need this, for Vivek, and for me.”

He nodded, a mixture of desire and tenderness in his eyes before bending down and kissing her lips.

It was a slow, deep kiss, his lips coaxing hers to open, his tongue slipping inside to tangle with hers. She felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her at the contact, her body responding instantly to his touch.

He deepened the kiss, his hands moving to cup her face, angling her head to give him better access. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting every inch of her, sending waves of heat coursing through her body. She felt a throbbing between her legs, a hunger she had all but forgotten since Vivek fell ill.

Siddharth pulled back, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with desire. She took his wrist and led him to the bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Are you sure about this, Lohitha?” he asked, following her.

“Yes I am sure,” she said looking over her shoulder and smiling at him.

He froze at the bedroom door. Vivek was laying on one corner of the bed, his body all but lifeless.

Lohitha had made sure he was comfortable, his head slightly elevated with pillows, a blank set of eyes staring at the ceiling.

“What’s this?” Siddharth asked, looking confused.

“I can’t do this without him,” Lohitha replied walking to the bed. She sat next to Vivek, her hand gently brushing his hair back from his face. “He’s still here with us and he will always be a part of every decision I make. Always.”

Siddharth nodded, his eyes softening as he watched her. “I understand. I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to.”

Lohitha looked up at him, her eyes glistening. Taking her pallu off her shoulder, she said, “I want you, Siddu. But I need him here with us.”

Siddharth walked to the bed and sat next to her, his hand resting on her thigh.

“Take me Siddharth, before I change my mind,” Lohitha whispered, her voice hoarse with desire and desperation. She had never felt this way before, this raw, primal need coursing through her veins, making her body ache with anticipation.

Siddharth didn’t need to be told twice.

He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a burning kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, tasting her, teasing her.

She moaned into his mouth, her body responding instantly to his touch. He pulled back, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with desire.

Her hands went to his belt, fumbling with the buckle, her fingers trembling with a mix of nerves and anticipation.

Their lips locked in a hungry kiss, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers.

She slipped her hands inside, wrapping her fingers around his warm, hard length. He groaned into her mouth, his hips thrusting gently against her grasp.

She stroked him, her thumb swiping across the tip, spreading the bead of precum that had gathered there. His cock pulsed in her hand, and he let out a low growl, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip.

She pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees before breaking the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps. Siddharth removed his shirt and stepped out of his pants and boxers, his cock standing proud and hard, the tip glistening with precum.

Lohitha looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and apprehension.

She felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by her arousal and need. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, her thumb and index finger not quite touching.

Sitting on the edge of the bed next to her husband, she bent forward and wrapped her lips around the head, her tongue swirling around the tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum. He groaned above her, his hands fisting her hair gently.

She took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth, her throat constricting. She relaxed her throat and took him as deep as she could, her nose pressing against his abdomen.

She could feel his pulse, could taste him, could smell him. She pulled back, letting him slide out of her mouth, her lips popping off with a wet sound.

She looked up at him, her eyes watering slightly, her lips swollen and red. He looked down at her, his chest heaving, his cock glistening with her saliva.

He took her hands and made her stand up. Grabbing the edge, he stripped off her saree. Pulling her into a passionate embrace, he kissed her hard, his tongue exploring her mouth.

She held onto him tightly, her fingers digging into his back as he undid the hooks of her blouse. He pushed it off her shoulders, his hands cupping her naked breasts, his thumbs rubbing the tips of her nipples.

She gasped, her head falling back as he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, her pussy aching with need.

He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same attention, his free hand untying her petticoat and letting it fall to her feet.

She gasped as his fingers brushed against her mound over her panties, her body arching into his touch.

He slipped her panties aside and entered her with a finger, his mouth wrapped around a nipple, sucking and biting.

She moaned, her body obeying the command of his touch. She was soaking wet, her pussy clenching around his finger as he plunged it in and out of her, his thumb rubbing her clit in small circles.

She gasped, her body tensing as he added another finger, stretching her, filling her.

She whimpered in response, her hips moving in time with his hand, her body begging for more.

He led her to the other side of the bed and lay her down on her back before pulling his fingers out of her and licking them. She watched him, her eyes heavy-lidded with arousal, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. Her untied and removed her petticoat and then pulled her panties down.

He stood up, his rock hard cock pointed at her, admiring her nakedness. He knew she loved her husband, yet here she was, laying naked next to him, about to be taken by another man with naked hunger and need in her eyes.

He settled himself between her legs, his eyes locked onto her pussy. He could see her juices glistening on her skin, the scent of her arousal filling the air.

He leaned in, his tongue snaking out to lick her from her entrance to her clit, tasting her, savoring her. She cried out, her hips lifting off the bed, her hands fisting the sheets.

She moaned in pleasure, spreading her legs wide for him. Her hand unconsciously reached out and grabbed her husband’s wrist as she started thrusting her hips, driving her pussy in Siddu’s mouth.

“Fuck, you taste like heaven,” he said looking up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and then dived back in, his tongue lapping at her pussy like a man possessed. He licked and sucked at her folds, his tongue exploring every inch of her.

He found her clit and zeroed in on it, swirling his tongue around it, teasing it, making her squirm and writhe.

She gasped, her hips bucking against his face. He groaned against her, the vibrations sending shivers through her body. He sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, his lips sucking on it.

Her body started to tremble, her breaths coming in short gasps. She could feel the orgasm building inside her, her body coiling tight like a spring ready to snap.

“Oh God, Siddu, I’m gonna come,” she panted, her hands fisting his hair, her body writhing under him. He didn’t let up, his tongue working her clit, his fingers thrusting into her pussy, his thumb rubbing her G-spot. She cried out, her body convulsing as the orgasm hit her like a freight train.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, her body shaking and trembling beneath Siddharth. He didn’t let up, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to prolong her pleasure. He was determined to make her come again and again.

Just as she was coming down from her orgasm, she was hit by a second and then a third orgasm, her body convulsing and shaking with pleasure.

When she came down from her back to back orgasms, Lohitha was a mess, her body drenched in sweat, her hair a wild tangle, her breath coming in short gasps.

She looked up at him with hooded, glazed eyes, her lips parted and swollen from his assault on her mouth.

He groaned, his cock throbbing painfully at the sight of her, all flushed and wet and open for him.

He wanted to bury himself inside her, to feel her heat and her tightness and her wetness all around him. He wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t take it anymore, until she was screaming his name and begging for release.

But he knew he had to take it slow, to make sure she was ready for him. He crawled up her body, his cock brushing against her inner thighs, her stomach, her breasts. She shivered and gasped at the contact, her hands clutching at his arms, her legs wrapped around his hips.

She could feel the heat of him, the hardness of his cock pressing against her folds, teasing her.

He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss.

His tongue invaded her mouth just as his cock invaded her pussy, his tongue tangling with hers, tasting her, devouring her.

She moaned into his mouth, her body arching against him, her hips thrusting up to draw his hardness into her depths.

He groaned, the sound vibrating through her, as he slid inch by agonizing inch into her tight, slick heat till he was buried to the hilt inside her.

She felt so fucking good, so tight, so wet, her pussy clenching around him like a vice grip. Continuing to kiss her and suck on her tongue hungrily, he started moving in and out of her, slow and steady, wanting to savor every fucking inch of her.

He saw her looking at her husband lying beside them, her hand still wrapped around his wrist, and he stopped.

“Regretting already? Want me to stop?” He asked as he watched tears rolling out of her eyes.

“No, please don’t stop,” she said. “It’s been so long and it feels so good…I just… I just want him to be part of this. I want him to know how much I am enjoying this.”

“You sure?” he asked, his voice thick with desire. “I don’t want to push you into something you’ll regret.”

In reply, she rolled him on his back and got on top, straddling him, his cock still inside her. She leaned forward, her breasts hanging heavy and inviting in his face. He grabbed them, his hands cupping and squeezing, his thumbs rubbing her nipples into stiff peaks.

“No regrets,” she whispered, her voice raw with desire. “I want this. I want to feel alive again. I want to feel your cum inside me.” She said, her voice thick with lust and desperation.

He groaned, his body tensing with the force of his desire. He lifted his hips, driving his cock deeper into her, grinding against her. She moaned, throwing her head back and riding him harder, her hips moving in a wild, urgent rhythm.

She could feel him, every inch of him, filling her, stretching her, making her feel alive in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. She could feel the friction building between them, the heat, the passion. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, his body tensing, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

She knew he was close, could feel his cock pulsing and twitching inside her. She wanted to feel him come, wanted to feel his hot cum spilling into her, filling her.

She rode him harder, her hips moving in a frantic rhythm, her body aching and burning with the need for release. She could feel it building, the pressure coiling in her belly, the heat spreading through her veins.

“Oh God, Siddu, I’m close,” she panted, her body shaking with the force of her desire.

“Me too, Lohitha,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, “I can’t hold back any longer.”

“Wait for me Siddharth,” she begged, her body on the brink, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

The sight of her, riding him, her breasts bouncing in his face, her head thrown back in ecstasy, was almost too much for him to bear. He dragged his eyes away from her, looking instead at Vivek, lying motionless beside them. Seeing him there, so still, so lifeless, sent a pang of guilt through him. But the sight of Lohitha, so wild and abandoned, so close to the edge, overrode it.

He reached up, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples roughly.

She gasped, her body arching against his touch, her hips moving faster, her pussy gripping his cock tighter.

“Yes, yes, yes, oh God, yessssss,” she hissed through clenched teeth, her body tensing and trembling as she went over the edge. She could feel the waves of pleasure crashing over her, her body convulsing and shaking with the force of her orgasm. Siddharth held onto her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he thrust up into her, chasing his own release.

Lohitha’s orgasm triggered his, and with a roar, he came, his cock pulsing and twitching as he spilled his hot cum into her. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, milking him for every last drop. Finally, he collapsed onto the bed, his body slick with sweat.

They lay there for a moment, panting heavily, their bodies still entwined. She rolled onto her side, facing him, and propped herself up on one elbow. She looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of awe and disbelief.

“That was…” she started saying, but he cut her off.

“Just the beginning…I hope.” He said kissing her lovingly.

It felt good, she had to admit to herself. It felt good being wanted like this, being desired like this. She had not felt desired in a long time. Not since Vivek had fallen ill. The past few months had been a whirlwind of doctor’s appointments, hospital visits, and endless worry. She had forgotten what it felt like to be touched, to be desired. But Siddharth was changing that. He was making her feel alive again, making her feel like a woman.

Months had gone by since Lohitha had taken up Siddharth’s offer. What started as a compromise for her husband’s health had quickly become a need, a hunger that she couldn’t and didn’t want to deny her body. He was insatiable, his appetite for her body never-ending, and she found herself wanting him just as much.

By afternoon every day, her body start anticipating Siddharth’s arrival, almost going into withdrawal by evening. He’d become a part of her routine, a part of her life, her body craving him as much as oxygen. As much as she loved her husband, she knew her body now completely belonged to and craved Siddharth. The pleasure and the pain, the love and the betrayal, the guilt and the lust, they all coiled together inside her, a tangled mess of emotions that she couldn’t unravel.

The smell of sex and sweat filled the air, the scent of their combined fluids clinging to the sheets, to their bodies. Lohitha lay on her back, her body splayed out on the bed next to her husband, her limbs heavy and languid with the aftermath of their fucking. Nearly a year had passed since she had taken up Siddharth’s offer, her moral conflict long forgotten, the new reality no longer a compromise.

Siddharth got out of bed just as the sky had started changing color. She watched his naked body as he picked up his discarded clothes. His hunger and passion showed no signs of diminishing. If anything, their relationship had gone way past transactional sex and had blossomed into something she couldn’t name.

She found herself craving him as much as he wanted her, her body aching for his touch, his taste, his scent. She felt like an addict, constantly in need of her next fix, and Siddharth was her drug of choice.

She watched him dress, her eyes lingering on his naked body. He was truly magnificent, his body sculpted and toned with muscles that rippled and flexed under his skin.

As he pulled on his pants and t-shirt, he caught her watching him. He smirked, his eyes darkening as they raked over her naked body. “You’re looking at me like you want to fuck again,” he said, his voice low and husky.

She blushed, looking away. “What do you expect? You’re naked, and I am hungry.”

“I will fix breakfast,” he said chuckling, “you will have to make do with food till I get back tonight.”

She grinned up at him from where she lay, her body still sated and languid from their all night fucking session. “Yeah, yeah, go on before I drag you back into bed,” she said, waving him off.

He winked at her and left, closing the door behind him. Lohitha stretched lazily, her body still tingling with the aftermath of their fucking. She loved how he made her feel, loved the way he fucked her like no other man ever had.

She got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

As she washed up, she could still feel the remnants of their fucking, his cum leaking out of both her ass and pussy. She cleaned herself up, her mind on the day ahead.

Siddharth was setting the table when she stepped out of the bathroom and followed the aroma of the food he had made.

“We need to talk Lohitha.” Siddharth said when they had finished breakfast.

She looked at him in confusion. “About what?” she asked.

“I’ve been offered a position to assist one of India’s most celebrated doctors at a research hospital in Mumbai. I can do much more there than I can in a small town, Lohitha.” he said, his voice serious.

Lohitha’s eyes widened in surprise. “Mumbai? But…but what about Vivek? His medicine, his treatment…what about me?” Lohitha stammered, her eyes widening with panic.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. What if I asked you to come with me?”

Lohitha’s eyes widened in shock. “What? But…but I can’t leave Vivek. He needs me. He needs us.”

Siddharth took her hand in his, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand soothingly. “I know, Lohitha, and I wouldn’t ask you to leave him. I want both of you to come with me. I’ll set you up in a nice apartment, and I’ll make sure you have everything you need. And I’ll make sure Vivek gets the best care possible.”

Lohitha looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear.

“I don’t know, Siddharth. It’s a big decision. I can’t just up and leave everything behind.”

Siddharth squeezed her hand reassuringly. “I know it’s a big decision, Lohitha. But think about it. This could be a new start for you, for all of us. A fresh beginning. Regardless of what you decide, you don’t have to worry about Vivek’s treatment. I’ll take care of that regardless of where I am.”

Lohitha bit her lip, her mind racing with thoughts and possibilities. She looked at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of doubt or hesitation.

“Don’t answer now. Think about it. We can discuss it more, but I have to decide by end of the week.” He said kissing her forehead as he picked up the plates and headed to the kitchen.

Lohitha sat at the dining table, her mind swirling with thoughts and possibilities. Was this really the best option? Could she really leave everything behind and start anew?

Later that night, Siddharth was lying in bed next to Vivek, his arm around Lohitha. Her naked body was pressed against his, her back to his chest, her ass nestled against his groin, his spent cock still in her pussy.

“About what you said in the morning about the offer from the hospital in Mumbai, you want to go don’t you?” she whispered, her voice thick.

“I do. And I want you and Vivek to go with me.” Siddharth’s voice was low, his breath hot on her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes meeting his. In the dim light of the bedroom, she could see the desire burning in his gaze, the need for her. She felt a rush of heat between her legs, her body responding to his.

“How would it work Siddu?” Lohitha asked turning to face him. Her voice was barely a whisper, her body tense with anticipation and fear. She could feel the heat of his body against her back, his cock already hardening against her ass.

“I will set you and Siddharth up in an apartment near the hospital or wherever I stay. I will continue to administer Vivek’s medicine. Both of you will have everything you need, Lohitha. I promise.” His voice was low and reassuring, his hand cupping her breast, his thumb rubbing her nipple into a hard peak.

“No, that won’t work.” Lohitha said, turning around to face him fully.

“Why? What is holding you here?”

“It’s not that. I don’t want you to set us up in an apartment in Mumbai.” Lohitha said, her voice firm and resolute.

“Why?” Siddharth asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.

Lohitha looked at him, “If I were to be honest, I don’t want to uproot my life and move to a big city. But the alternative is even worse. I don’t want anyone else administering Vivek’s medicine, and I don’t want to be without you.”

“So, what are you saying?”

“Can we move in with you?”