Yoga Baby5 (1)
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The alarm blared, a shrill intrusion into the quiet of their bedroom. Divya groaned, silencing it with a slap. She cracked one eye, squinting against the harsh morning light. Another day, another dollar, they say. Only, she wasn’t earning any dollars. Her life had become an endless cycle of household chores, marital duties, and a suffocating loneliness. When she married Amit, she had quit her job, looking forward to becoming a mother and starting a family. Now, three years later, her ovaries ticked like a biological clock, counting down the months, weeks, and days left of her biological prime.
She turned in bed, trying to shake sleep out of her eyes. Next to her, Amit snored softly. He was the early bird on weekdays, waking up before her, getting ready for his job as an accountant. He fixed breakfast for both of them before waking her up with a cup of chai. On weekends, breakfast duties shifted to her while he slept in.
She sighed. She envied the ease with which Amit drifted off to sleep each night. He could fall asleep mid-sentence, mid-thought, mid-anything. She, on the other hand, lay awake, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts of babies, houses filled with laughter, and the dreaded fear that she might never have any of it.
Divya got out of bed and picked up her bra and panties from the floor, where they had been tossed last night. She tossed them in the laundry basket and picked up a fresh set of clothes on the way to the bathroom to freshen up. The bathroom mirror reflected her weary eyes but also the smile she could never quite shake off. She had faith. They had been trying for two years now, and though she had started to feel the strain of monthly disappointments, she still believed their time would come.
As she brushed her teeth, her mind drifted off to last night — their weekly date night. They had gone to the movies, watched an X-rated rom-com that made her laugh and made Amit hard.
When they got home, he couldn’t keep his hands off her.
He pinned her against the door, his mouth hot and demanding. His fingers traced the curve of her hips, her waist, then cupped her breasts. She moaned into his mouth, arching into his touch.
They stumbled to the bedroom, a frantic tangle of limbs as they undressed each other, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Amit’s lips blazed a trail down her neck, sucking and nipping at her sensitive skin. Divya’s fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him lower, to her breasts.
He pulled her bra down freeing one breast and his mouth closed around her exposed nipple, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. His hand reached between her legs and into her panties , fingers gliding effortlessly through her slick folds. She gasped, hips bucking against his hand.
She had reached into his underwear and fished out his already rock hard cock. It pulsed in her hand, hot and heavy. She stroked him slowly, loving the feel of the velvety skin. Amit groaned, his hand tightening in her hair, his fingers tugging, pulling her head back. He took her mouth again, his tongue plunging deep, mirroring the act he was about to perform.
With his free hand, he reached behind her and unhooked her bra, peeling off her body and tossing it at the foot of the bed. He then lifted her, carrying her to the bed and laying her down with a gentle thud.
He stepped out of his underwear while she pulled down her panties and tossed them on her discarded bra.
The bed creaked as Amit climbed onto her, his body heavy and warm, pressing her into the mattress. She could feel his erection, hot and hard, prodding her inner thigh. He kissed her roughly, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, and she welcomed it, sucking on it as if it were his cock.
Amit’s hand slipped between their bodies, grabbing his hardness and guiding it to her entrance. She was already wet with anticipation and ready for him.
He rubbed the swollen head of his cock against her clit, making her gasp and writhe beneath him. She could feel the heat of him, the hardness, as he breached her fortress and penetrated her slowly, inch by inch.
She threw her bead back and arched her back, taking him deeper, enjoying the sensation of being filled by him. He began to move, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding in and out of her.
Divya wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, meeting his thrusts with her own. She could feel him everywhere, his weight pressing her into the bed, his cock filling her, his breath hot on her face.
“Harder, Amit,” she whispered, her voice ragged. “Fuck me harder.”
He complied, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more urgent. Divya could feel feel his cock starting to throb and pulsate inside her.
She wasn’t ready yet. Amit’s breath came in short, harsh gasps, his cock throbbing inside her. She dug her nails into his back, feeling the sweat slicking his skin.
She knew there was no point begging him to wait for her. Instead, she closed her eyes and screamed his name, faking an orgasm when he arched his back and stiffened, pumping his seed into her. She sighed in a mix of frustration and defeat as he slumped on top of her, spent.
“That was incredible,” he panted, kissing her mouth.
Divya smiled, but it was forced. She was still yearning, still unfulfilled. And then the doorbell brought her back to reality. It wasn’t last night anymore. It was morning and another day of chores and boredom loomed ahead instead of the cries and laughter of an infant to care for.
She wiped the tear that had snuck down her cheek, hurriedly put on tracks and a t-shirt and headed to the door.
She set the newspaper (yes, he was still old school and preferred to read a newspaper) on the coffee table in the living room and made her way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and chai.
Amit stumbled into the kitchen a few minutes later, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He took her in his arms, nuzzling her neck lovingly, “Morning, beautiful.”
Divya smiled and ruffled his hair, “Morning, lazy bones. Breakfast will be ready in 10 minutes.”
“Perfect,” her said kissing her lips, “just like you.”
“Go brush your teeth at least,” she said teasing him, “you stink.”
He laughed, “yes boss,” he stiffening and saluting, “see you at the breakfast table in 10 boss.”
Divya smiled. She loved Amit with all her heart. He was a good man, kind, loving, and devoted to her. But their love life was far from satisfying. His quick climaxes left her yearning for more, her body aching for a deeper, more intense connection. The sad part was, he wasn’t even aware of how empty their “quickies” left her feeling.
As Divya poured the chai into two cups and carried the two plates to the dining table, she thought about how life had got reduced to a predictable, boring routine of chores, TV shows, faked orgasms and unfulfilled dreams of motherhood.
Amit appeared couple minutes later, picking up the newspaper before walking over to the dining table. He kissed her, “Better? I even took a shower for her highness.” He winked, sitting down and reaching for his newspaper.
Divya sighed, sitting across from him. “Well, you should. You’re a mess when you wake up.”
He chuckled, opening the newspaper. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?”
Divya took a sip of her chai. “How about we have a talk?” Divya said, placing her cup down.
Amit looked at her, folding the newspaper. “Talk about what?”
“About us.” She said, meeting his gaze. “About… our situation. We have been trying for two years now Amit. Both our parents keep asking when we will be announcing the ‘good news’, you are working longer hours with every passing month. I get bored at home. Isn’t that enough to talk about?”
Divya asked, her voice soft but firm.
Amit put down the newspaper, his eyes softening. He loved Divya and hated this frustrated side of her. Her happiness meant the world to him and he wanted nothing but the best for her.
He took her hand across the table. “I’m sorry, Divya,” he said, squeezing her hand. “I know this has been tough on you. With the economic slowdown and layoffs, there’s been a lot of pressure at work. Nobody’s job is secure anymore. I know you deserve more of my time, and I wish I could promise to spend more time at home.”
Amit’s voice was filled with genuine regret.
Divya sighed, “I know you’re trying your best, Amit and I am not complaining. I was hoping that becoming a mom would keep me occupied through the day. I don’t know what to do about the boredom of long days with nothing but reruns on the TV to keep me company.”
Divya said, her voice quivering slightly.
“Why don’t you try a hobby? At least till a baby arrives. Maybe get out of the house more.” he suggested, holding her as tears started rolling down her cheeks.
“I have tried painting and starting a little garden and found out that I don’t have a green thumb and my painting sucks.” She managed with a little chuckle between sobs. “I just need something to keep my mind occupied. Something that will make me feel… alive.”
He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her. “How about joining a gym or yoga center? I’ve heard it’s great for the mind and body. You could meet new people, get some exercise, and maybe it’ll help with… everything.”
Divya pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes. “You think so?”
“I do. I read somewhere that Yoga helps, especially where neither partner has fertility issues.” Amit suggested while wiping Divya’s tears away.
“You want me to get all bendy and try new positions in bed?” Divya asked, smiling naughtily, wiping away her tears.
“Well, that’s one benefit of yoga,” Amit chuckled, “But really, it’s supposed to help with stress and relaxation. But more importantly, I want you to be happy. If going out and meeting new people makes you happier, it would have served its purpose.”
Amit added, as he pulled her closer, kissing her forehead.
Divya smiled, her tears now replaced with a spark in her eyes. “I think that’s a wonderful idea, Amit. I’ll look into it.”
Divya signed up for classes at a Yoga studio that was a short walking distance from their apartment. She was nervous as she entered the studio on her first day. The scent of essential oils, the soothing sound of a little fountain in the corner and soft instrumental music eased her nerves. The studio was serene, sunlit, with polished wooden floors and a high ceiling adorned with hanging plants. A large mirror reflected the instructor’s every move.
The instructor was a man in his early thirties with a lean, muscular body and a charismatic smile. He had a calm, soothing voice that commanded attention. Divya blushed under his gaze, her eyes roving over his muscles, the way his skin glistened with sweat under the studio lights. She felt a spark, a magnetic attraction she couldn’t quite ignore.
“Namaste,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “I’m Raj. Welcome to your first yoga class. Today, we’ll be focusing on basic poses and breathing techniques.”
Divya nodded, trying to focus as he led them through sun salutations, warrior poses, and downward dog. She followed his every move, her body responding to his commands. She could feel the heat in his touch as he corrected her posture, his hands firm yet gentle on her hips, her waist, her back, her thighs, her belly.
Each touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her. She tried to focus on his words, but her mind was filled with images of him, his lean body glistening with sweat, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. His hands were firm and commanding, yet they held a tenderness that made her heart flutter.
As the class came to an end, Raj helped her into shavasana, the final relaxation pose. Divya closed her eyes, trying to relax, but her body was humming with arousal.
When the class ended, she all but ran home, guilt churning in her stomach like a rock. She had never felt this way about another man before. But there was no denying the pull she felt towards Raj. The way his hands felt on her body, the way his voice commanded her attention, the way he made her feel so alive.
She locked the door behind her, her heart pounding in her chest. She needed release, and she needed it now. She stripped off her yoga clothes, leaving them in a crumpled heap on the floor. She walked to the bathroom, turning on the shower, the hot water steaming up the room.
She stepped under the spray, the water hot and stinging against her skin.
She closed her eyes, letting the water wash over her, imagining it was Raj’s hands, his touch.
She could still feel the imprint of his fingers on her body, the way his hands had guided her, corrected her. She could still hear his voice, low and commanding, telling her to breathe, to relax.
Her hands wandered down her body, mimicking his touch. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently, her thumbs brushing against her hardening nipples. She pinched them, rolling them between her fingers, a soft moan escaping her lips. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her pussy growing wet and throbbing.
She slid her hand down her stomach, her fingers parting her folds. She was soaked, her clit swollen and aching for attention. She circled it with her thumb, her fingers dipping inside her, stretching her tight entrance. She moaned, her head falling back against the tiles, the water cascading over her body.
She imagined Raj’s hands on her, his fingers exploring her most intimate places. She imagined him bending her over, his cock hard and ready, pressing against her entrance. She shuddered, her fingers moving faster, her breath coming in short gasps.
She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her muscles clenching. But she didn’t want to come yet. She wanted to draw this out, to make it last. She wanted to feel like this forever.
Divya turned off the shower, stepping out onto the bathmat. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself before making her way back to her bedroom. She lay down on the bed, the towel dampening the sheets beneath her.
She spread her legs, her fingers finding her clit once again. She rubbed it, her hips bucking against her hand, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel the slickness coating her fingers, the way her pussy sucked at them, desperate for more. But she held back, denying herself the release she craved.
She brought her other hand up, her fingers wet and glistening from her juices. She trailed them across her stomach, her ribs, her breasts, coating her skin with her own desire. She pinched her nipples, rolling them between her fingers, her body arching off the bed.
She brought her hands back down to her pussy, her fingers sliding through her folds, her thumb still circling her clit.
She could feel the heat building, her body tensing, her muscles clenching. She surrendered to the volcano welling up within her depths. Her thighs started to tremble, her stomach muscles clenched, and her nipples hardened into diamonds.
She imagined Raj’s strong hands gripping her hips, his large cock pulsing against her entrance, ready to claim her.
Her fingers plunged inside her, mimicking the thrust of a cock, her thumb rubbing against her clit in a relentless pace.
She screamed when it hit, her body convulsing, her back arching off the bed. She came hard, her pussy squeezing her fingers, her juices gushing out like a faucet on full blast. She rode the wave of her orgasm, her body shaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
She lay there, spent, her body slick with sweat and her own arousal. But as the waves of pleasure subsided, guilt surfaced again. In her mind, she had cheated on her husband, even if it was only in her mind. She felt ashamed, embarrassed.
This wasn’t her. She wasn’t this person. She had never been unfaithful to Amit, not even in her thoughts. But Raj had awakened something within her, something primal and raw.
By the time she went to bed, she had decided to quit the class, but Amit talked her out of quitting the next morning over breakfast.
The next few days were a blur. Divya attended yoga class every morning, her body aching and craving more with each passing day. She tried to ignore the way Raj’s hands felt on her body, the way his voice commanded her to move, to bend, to stretch. But it was impossible.
Raj was like a drug, and Divya was hooked. She found herself counting down the hours until her next class, her body aching with anticipation. She tried to hide her desire, her need, but… could Raj see it? She didn’t know what she wanted the answer to that question to be.
She would come home everyday, totally aroused and imagine Raj while she sated the hunger within. By the end of the evening, she hoped Raj could see her arousal and want her as a woman. God help her, she wanted him… she wanted him so bad.
That Friday, when they came home from date night and Amit carried her to bed, her body was burning with need. She closed her eyes and pictured Raj’s face when Amit entered her.
She imagined Raj’s hands on her body, his touch setting her skin on fire. She felt Amit’s cock slide into her, and she moaned, her hips rolling to meet his thrusts.
She felt her body barreling towards an orgasm as she imagined Raj’s cock in her instead of her husband’s. He was grunting hard, trying to delay the release. She was close, so damn close….
“Oh God Divya, oh God, oh God, oh God,” Amit grunted, plowing her hard and deep.
“Harder Amit, harder, I am cumminggggggg…..” she screamed, digging her nails into her husband’s back, her toes curling behind his back, as her orgasm tore through her.
Amit grunted, his hips jerking as he came, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with his hot seed.
She rode out the waves of pleasure, her body shaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps. When she finally came down from her high, she realized this was the very first time since their marriage that she had cum during sex.
The thought both excited and scared her. Excited, because she had finally experienced what she had only read in those erotic novels she secretly loved.
Scared, because she had finally experienced it with the face of another man in her mind.
Amit whispered, kissing her shoulder. “That was…amazing, as always.”
She nodded, not trusting her voice just yet. She felt a tear escape her eye, and she quickly wiped it away before Amit could see.
This became her routine — masturbating after class, imagining Raj and picturing him during sex with her husband on date night.
It was a dangerous game, a slippery slope she knew she should avoid, but she couldn’t. The thrill, the excitement, the raw, primal desire Raj awakened in her was too much to resist.
Divya was pacing back and forth in the lobby outside the studio. The previous class was running late. The call with her doctor earlier had not gone well and she needed someone to confide in. She called Laila, her best friend from college days.
The two were exact opposites, Laila being loud, boisterous, and spontaneous, while Divya was more reserved, introverted, and thoughtful. Laila was the rebel where Divya was traditional. Laila had defied family and moved out, chasing a career and refusing a marriage that would chain her down. Divya on the other hand had agreed to the match her parents had found and married Amit.
Rings… rings…
“Hey girlfriend? What’s up? Long time.” Laila said in her usual breathless manner, always rushing.
Divya sighed, trying to keep her voice steady. “Hey Laila, can we meet for coffee tomorrow? I really need to talk to someone about… something.”
“Sorry girl, I am just heading out to the airport. Will be in Bangalore for a week on work. What’s the matter? Can you talk about it on the phone? Airport is at least an hour away.”
Divya sighed. She would have preferred an in-person chat, but she didn’t want to put it off a week, “got the report from the doc this morning.” She said, her voice strained.
Just then, Raj stepped out of the studio to fetch her, but stopped when he realized she was on the phone. He waited for the call to end, not wanting to interrupt, unintentionally hearing Divya’s end of the conversation.
“Not good, Laila. Actually… devastating.” Divya’s voice cracked. “No, nothing serious with me… it’s the baby issue. The report came back. It’s Amit… extremely low sperm count”
Divya’s eyes widened at something she heard, “shut up, you shameless girl…., I can’t cheat on Amit…., I know you joking, but still… you are out of your mind… actually there’s this hunk, a total eye-candy…. no, not a movie star girl, my yoga instructor, Raj.”
Raj couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Divya was talking about him with her friend. He was rooted to the spot, his eyes on Divya as she paced back and forth, her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide, her giggles, hushed tones…
His eyes lingered on her body. To him, all his students were just that — students. But hearing the conversation, he couldn’t help look at Divya as a woman. He looked at her curves, her full breasts, her wide hips, and her round ass. He wondered what it would be like to have her under him, her body writhing and moaning as he fucked her. He could picture her, her eyes wild with desire, her lips parted in a moan, her body arching to meet his thrusts. He felt his cock harden, pressing against his Yoga pants.
Fuck, he wanted her. He wanted to feel her hot and wet around his cock, to hear her moans and screams as he drove her to the edge and pushed her over. He wanted to fuck her, to claim her, to make her his.
He looked away, embarrassed, and headed back to the studio. He was ashamed. He was her teacher, for God’s sake. And she was married, this was wrong on so many levels. He splashed cold water over his face to calm his jangling nerves, before donning his professional face and returning to class.
“Inner harmony and peace of mind is as important for holistic health as outer physical fitness,” Raj said. “Is everything ok? You have seemed a bit distracted these past few days.” Raj said, his voice low.
Divya hesitated, biting her lower lip. She looked around the studio, but they were alone. “Um, yes, everything’s fine. Just some personal stuff going on. Nothing serious.”
Raj nodded, but he didn’t look convinced. “If you ever need to talk, I’m here. Sometimes, talking to someone outside of your immediate circle can be helpful.”
Divya managed a small smile. “Thanks, Raj. That means a lot.” As he stood up to resume class, she added, “Actually, I think it’s hormones. My husband works long hours and is hardly home. Which is partly why I joined the class… to overcome the boredom of an empty home.” she said.
Raj’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something more. But he just nodded, “No kids yet?”
Divya shook her head, “Not yet. It’s been a bit of a struggle, actually. We’ve been trying for over a year. Heard from the doc yesterday… It’s him. He’s shooting blanks.”
The words tasted bitter on her tongue. She hadn’t wanted to tell him, hadn’t wanted to admit it out loud. But the words were out there now, hanging between them.
Raj’s brows furrowed, his expression softening. “I’m sorry, Divya.” He reached out, his arms going around her shoulder in a comforting hug. “I didn’t know.”
She placed her head on his shoulder and he caressed her arm in a soothing, supportive way, his touch sending sparks shooting through her body. She felt warmth between her legs, her body screaming for his cock.
That’s when she noticed it. Her eyes went to the part of him she needed inside her and noticed the massive tent in his yoga pants.
“Raj!” she gasped, looking at him.
“I can help you know,” he said, caressing her back, “if you want me to… I would love to help you with the baby.” Raj said, his voice low and husky, his hand still on her back, his thumb tracing slow circles on her skin.
Divya’s breath hitched. She knew what he was offering. She knew it was wrong, knew it could destroy her marriage, knew it could ruin everything. But she also knew she wanted it. She was wet, aching, desperate for him. She had never felt this way before, this raw, this primal. She wanted him to fuck her, to claim her, to make her his.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide, her lips parted, “but… but I am married. I love my husband. Amit is a good man.” Divya said, her voice shaking with guilt and longing. “I love him, Raj. I don’t want to hurt him. I can’t hurt our marriage”
Raj’s hand on her back trailed down to her ass, squeezing it firmly. “I am not asking you to leave him, and you don’t have to accept the offer. You could just as easily go to a sperm bank and secretly get an IVF. What I am offering is an alternative way to get pregnant. A more pleasurable way, for both of us, and nobody needs to know.”
“I don’t know, Raj,” her eyes were saying yes, begging him to take her, while her she voiced doubt.
“Hey, it’s just a thought to consider,” his hand was now down to her ass, caressing her butt cheeks, “you don’t have to say yes, but truth be told, I want you, have wanted you since you first walked into the studio,” he lied. He hadn’t, till he overheard the conversation, but he knew she needed to hear it.
“Just know that I am here for you, whatever you decide.” Raj’s voice was low, his breath warm on her ear, his lips inches from hers.
This was the moment that would decide the battle between continued frustration and pleasure, between unfulfilled dreams and motherhood, between morals and desire, between her mind and her body.
Almost unconsciously, her hand went to the bulge in his yoga pants and she tilted her head, parting her lips and closing her eyes. Raj needed no further invitation.
His mouth crashed down on hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, claiming her in a fierce, demanding kiss. His hands went to her waist, gripping it tightly, lifting her off the floor and pressing her against the wall.
“Fuck, Divya,” he growled against her mouth, his breath hot and ragged. “I’ve wanted you since the first goddamn day you walked into my studio.”
He pinned her against the wall with his body, his hard cock pressing against her stomach through the thin fabric of their clothes. His mouth was all over her — her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, her neck, her ears, her collarbone.
Divya groaned, her hand sliding into his yoga pants, her fingers wrapping around him.
He was hot, hard, and thick.
Divya’s fingers wrapped around him, feeling the throb of his need, the pulse of his desire. She could feel his breath coming in short, harsh gasps, could hear the growl of need in his throat.
Raj’s hands were everywhere, his touch demanding, possessive. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them, his thumbs flicking her nipples through the fabric of her sports bra. He slid the bra strap off one shoulder and pulled it down, freeing a breasts. He dipped his head, his mouth closing around one nipple, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. Divya arched her back, pressing herself closer to him, her body on fire.
“Fuck, Raj,” she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, her fingers pulling at the strands. Her other hand was now stroking him urgently, her fingers barely touching across his girth.
His mouth locked on her nipple, he carried her effortlessly to the yoga mat, laying her on her back. He pulled back and stood up, looking down at her, hunger in his eyes.
His hand went to his tracks and he started pushing it down. Taking his cue, Divya took off her sports bra, freeing her breasts.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Divya,” he growled, his voice raw with need, his yoga pants and underwear went down, freeing his member.
Divya gasped, her eyes going wide as she looked at his cock, long, thick, and hard. He was enormous, at least twice Amit in both length and thickness. She licked her lips, her body aching to feel him inside her.
He stepped out of his clothes, his body lean and muscular, his cock jutting out hard and ready. He knelt between her legs and pulled her yoga pants down. She lifted her hips, helping him, her eyes never leaving his cock. Only her flimsy lace panties stood between her and nakedness.
Raj gazed at her, his eyes roaming over her body, lingering on her breasts before moving down to her belly, her hips, her thighs. She could feel the heat of his stare, could feel her body responding to it.
His fingers caressed her over her panties that were rapidly getting wet with her arousal. His fingers tangled in the lace, pulling them down, revealing her to him. She was fully shaved, her pussy glistening with her juices, her clit swollen and begging for attention.
“Fuck, Divya, you look fucking delicious,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. He leaned forward, his breath hot on her pussy, his tongue licking her from her entrance to her clit.
“Oh God, Raj…..” she gasped, her hips bucking, pushing her pussy into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him into her.
Raj growled against her pussy, his tongue sliding into her, exploring her depths.
“Fuck yes, Raj…..” she gasped, as his tongue flicked that sensitive spot in her, “Oh God, Raj, right there… don’t stop…”
Raj’s tongue flicked her g-spot again, and again, and again, launching a relentless assault on her.
“Fuck, Raj… I’m close… I’m so fucking close…” she panted, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, her hips thrusting against his mouth. Raj’s growl vibrated against her pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.
His tongue worked her g-spot, alternating between flicking and circling, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Divya’s body tensed, her muscles clenching as her orgasm built like a tidal wave.
“Fuck, Raj, I’m cummmiiiinnnggggg,” she cried out, her hips bucking against his mouth, her fingers tightening in his hair.
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing, her pussy pulsing against his tongue, her juices gushing out, flooding his mouth.
She had never squirted before in her life, and the sensation was overwhelming, her orgasm continuing to roll through her in waves, leaving her breathless and trembling.
Raj drank every drop, his tongue kept teasing her g-spot, keeping her on the high, making shockwave after shockwave of pleasure course through her. She kept erupting, he kept drinking, making her orgasm last an eternity.
“Fuck, Raj, please,” she begged, her voice hoarse, her body wrung out.
He finally pulled away, his face glistening with her juices, a wicked grin on his face. “You taste amazing, Divya,” he growled licking his lips and wiping her juices form his face with is hands.
“Please, Raj,” she whimpered, her body aching for more. “I need you inside me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He moved up her body, his cock hard and ready. He grabbed the base, positioning himself at her entrance, rubbing his cock against her opening, lubricating himself with her juices, rubbing her clit.
“Oh fuck, Raj,” Divya moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist, her hips bucking up to meet him. “Please, Raj, don’t tease me.”
Divya begged, her voice a raw, husky plea. “I need you now. I need you in me.”
Raj growled, and pushed into her.She felt every inch of him stretch her, fill her, complete her. She gasped, her eyes watering slightly at the intrusion. He was so fucking big. But she wanted it. She needed it.
Inch by agonizing inch, he pushed into her until he was balls deep, her pussy gripping him like a vice.
“I didn’t think it would fit,” Divya groaned, “I can feel you so far inside me, in places that have never been touched. Please go slow.” she begged.
He pulled almost all the way out of her, before pushing forward slowly, deliberately. She threw her head back, eyes closed, surrendering to the sensations that were building inside her.
She could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of her, stretching her, filling her completely, rubbing against her g-spot, driving her crazy. She felt her body gripping him, her pussy gripping him like a vice, clenching and unclenching, trying to keep him inside her, trying to pull him deeper.
“Fuck, Divya, you feel amazing,” Raj groaned, his voice thick and raw with desire. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, so fucking wet.” He started to move, slowly at first, his hips grinding against hers, his cock thrusting in and out of her.
Divya could feel every inch of him, every ridge, every vein. She moaned, her hips moving in time with his, her body adjusting to his size, her pussy stretching to accommodate him.
He was driving her to the precipice of bliss with every thrust and she felt another orgasm start to build in her depths.
“Harder, Raj,” she begged, her body a furnace of need. “Fuck me harder.” Raj obliged, his rhythm turning feral, his cock driving into her with brutal force.
“Yes, God, yes!” Divya moaned, her body arching off the mat to meet his punishing thrusts.
“I’m going to cum again… don’t you dare stop.” Her nails dug into his back, a silent plea as her body trembled on the precipice.
Raj had no intention of stopping..
Bending forward, he wrapped his mouth around a nipple and gently bit, driving her over the edge.
“Oh FUCKKKKKK” she screamed, eyes rolling in her eyes and toes curling, as a tidal wave of pleasure crashed through her, her body convulsing and writhing as another orgasm ripped through her. But Raj didn’t stop, his cock still pounding into her, stretching her, rubbing her g-spot relentlessly, keeping her on her high.
“Fuck, yes,” Divya moaned, her body still trembling from her orgasm, her pussy still pulsing around his cock. Raj fucked her harder, his hips slamming into hers, his cock driving into her with force.
Just as the tidal wave started to go down, she was hit by a second wave, and then a third, and then a fourth. Her body was a wild, writhing thing, her back arching off the yoga mat. Her hands gripped his back, her nails digging into his skin.
“Fuck, yes, Raj. Just like that. Don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop,” she begged, her voice hoarse and ragged, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Oh fuck, Divya, I can’t hold on anymore,” he groaned, his hips moving faster and harder, his cock slamming into her with brutal force.
“Let go, Raj. Fill me up,” she gasped, her body on the brink of yet another orgasm.
“Fuck, Divya, I’m going to… Oh shit!” he growled, his body tensing as he thrust into her one last time, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he filled her with his cum.
“Oh fuck, yes!” she screamed, her body convulsing around his, her pussy milking him, drawing every last drop from him.
Her body shuddered and quaked, her orgasm rolling through her in wave after wave, leaving her breathless and spent.
Incredibly, Raj remained hard even after he stopped cumming, he kept moving in her, plowing her furiously.He was a machine, built for fucking. He was a goddamn stallion.
“Fuck, Raj, please, I can’t take any more,” she pleaded, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasms, her pussy raw and sore, “give me more, don’t stop.” Her words contradicting, her body in sexual heaven.
He flipped her over like a rag doll, without pulling out.
She was now on her hands and knees, her ass high in the air, her pussy still gripping his cock tightly.
He grabbed her hips and started to slam into her, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust.
She had two more orgasms before his hot, thick sperm flooded her pussy for a second time and then a third time, three more orgasms later.
He finally collapsed on top of her, and she felt his cock going limp inside her. For years, she hadn’t had a single orgasm during sex with her husband, and today, she’d cum more times than she could count.
Her husband couldn’t get it up twice in a day, and Raj had creamed her pussy three times, back-to-back in two hours of relentless fucking.
“Holy fuck, Raj,” Divya sighed, her body still buzzing from the orgasms. “What the hell was that?”
Raj chuckled, his chest rumbling against her back. “That was fucking amazing, Divya. You are fucking amazing.” He nuzzled her neck, his breath hot on her skin. “I didn’t know I could cum so many times. Never happened before.” He lied.
She was sore, raw, and satisfied in a way she’d never felt before. She knew she was hooked, already addicted to his cock,to his touch, to his mouth feeding on her orgasms, to the way he made her feel. She knew she was playing with fire, that this was wrong, but she couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to.
The next day, Divya found herself back at the yoga studio, her body still aching from the previous day’s events. Nothing needed to be said. They both wanted it. He took her, devouring her pussy to orgasm after squirting orgasm, before filling her up with three loads like the day before.
It was the same the next day, and the following day . Each time, she’d show up to the studio after Amit had left for work, her heart pounding with anticipation and guilt. Each time, Raj would take her, his cock fucking her senseless, his tongue driving her to the edge of ecstasy. Each time, he’d fill her with his cum, seeding her womb with his potent genes. Each time, she would spend the entire day getting fucked senseless, returning home an hour before Amit’s return, her body humming, Raj’s cum, leaking into her panties when Amit got home, held her and kissed her lovingly.
The only day they didn’t fuck was Friday, her date night with Amit. Instead, Raj would spend the entire day making her cum over and over again with his tongue and fingers, his face buried between her legs, his fingers fucking her mercilessly.
He would make her squirt on his face, his hands, his chest, her juices coating him completely. He would lap up every drop, his tongue exploring every fold, every crevice, every inch of her pussy, driving her wild with ecstasy.
And she would suck him, swallowing his seed hungrily again and again.
When Amit fucked her on date-night, Raj was there too, in her mind. She almost screamed his name one night when she came around Amit’s cock, biting her tongue at the last moment.
She wasn’t surprised when she missed her periods. She had expected it. Her doctor confirmed what she already knew. She was pregnant.
Amit was overjoyed. He couldn’t stop hugging her, kissing her. He couldn’t believe it. “I knew it,” he said, grinning from ear to ear, “I just knew it. It’s the yoga. It’s worked miracles, Divya.”
Divya smiled, he had no idea how close to reality he was. It wasn’t the yoga, it was the yoga teacher, she thought silently, welcoming her husband’s tongue into her mouth when he kissed her.
She was overwhelmed with guilt. She was overjoyed. She was addicted. She wanted more.
After Amit left for work, she went to the studio and broke the news to Raj.
“Thank you for everything Raj,” she said kissing him as he held her, overjoyed at the news.
“No, thank you Divya,” he countered, his hand stroking her hair, “for letting me be a part of this.”
And then his expression darkened, a sadness clouding his eyes.
“You don’t need my help anymore, right?” he said releasing her, “you are here to end it aren’t you?”
Divya caressed his face, making him face her, “no, that’s not why I am here. Who says you can’t have sex during pregnancy?”
“But you’re already pregnant,” Raj said, his voice softer now, laced with a vulnerability she hadn’t heard before. “You got what you needed from me. Isn’t this… the end?” He looked away, unable to meet her eyes, fearing her answer. He was afraid of being discarded, his purpose fulfilled.
Divya saw the fear in his eyes and understood. She reached up, stroking his cheek, making him meet her gaze.
“Yes,” she said, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across her lips. “You gave me the baby I needed.” She paused, letting the words hang in the air before leaning in, her lips brushing his ear.
“But you also awakened the woman I am. And this woman… she needs a lot more than just one baby.”
THE END
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