Hello everyone, my name is RK, and I am from Mumbai. This is my first time writing a story on ISS. Please give me suggestions for better writing.
This story is about a husband and wife, in which the wife gives her husband a surprise for his 28th birthday.
Husband: Rushikesh, 28, muscular and well-built.
Wife: Aarti, 26, with a curvy figure (32-30-34), fair skin.
Rushikesh and Aarti were married one year ago through an arranged marriage. Both were virgins before their wedding. They had decided to remain untouched until marriage, after which they would explore all their sexual desires with each other.
On their wedding night, her husband made love to her for five rounds, leaving her completely drained. They lost their virginity to each other.
As she was loyal to her husband and a working woman at an MNC in Mumbai, she never cheated on him, and he never cheated on her. She always took care of her wifely duties and never complained about anything to him.
Aarti was deeply in love with her husband because he was very supportive, loving, and satisfied her in every way, whether in bed or in daily life. He never shouted at her or complained about the food or anything else. Everything seemed perfect in their marriage.
But after six months, misfortune struck their marriage due to a medical condition. From the very beginning, she had told her husband, “Never use condoms with me. You can have me whenever and wherever you want. I will never refuse you or complain about anything.”
Aarti was always eager to get pregnant, as she wanted to give him three or four children as a gift because he was the most special person in her life, always supporting her through good and bad times. Confused about why she wasn’t getting pregnant, she decided to see a doctor.
She visited the clinic.
Aarti: “Doctor, for six months I’ve been trying to get pregnant, but I’m not. Why?”
Doctor: “Aarti, how is your sex life? Why isn’t your husband with you?”
Aarti: “He doesn’t know I’m here. Actually, my husband’s birthday is in two days, and I wanted to give him the good news then.”
Doctor: “That’s nice! But how can you be so sure you’ll get pregnant on his birthday?”
Aarti: “Because my husband has made love to me all week. He hasn’t missed a single day, and I loved it. I never stopped him. I can’t even count how many times he’s taken me this month, both in my pussy and my ass. He never used condoms, just as I requested. That’s why I’m here.”
Doctor: “That’s strange. Let me examine you. We’ll need to run some tests on both you and your husband to find the problem.”
Aarti: “Okay. I’ll go first, and then I’ll bring my husband.”
Doctor: “Okay.”
The tests were done, and the doctor was upset by the results. The doctor discovered that Aarti would never be able to get pregnant due to her medical condition. The doctor gathered the courage to speak with her.
Aarti: “Doctor, when should I bring my husband for his checkup?”
Doctor: “Relax, Aarti. You don’t need to bring your husband. The problem is with you.”
Aarti: “Wait, what? I don’t believe you. How can you be so sure? We’ve had sex so many times, and there was never a problem. My body never gave me any hint.”
Doctor: “Actually, your womb is weak. You can’t carry a baby inside you. You can enjoy sex without any problem, but you can never get pregnant.”
Shattered, frustrated, and angry with herself, Aarti stood up and left the clinic with a defiant look on her face. She drove to a nearby garden and cried loudly. She had never expected this.
She remembered her husband’s birthday was in two days and that she had wanted to surprise him with the news of a pregnancy. She shouted at herself, at her condition. In her fury, she slapped her own cheeks.
Aarti: “Why me, God? What have I done wrong to deserve such a punishment? What will happen if my husband leaves me when he finds out? I couldn’t give him a single thing… this was the one thing I could give him, and you’ve stolen it from me. Why? What have I done wrong?”
For an hour, she sat in the park, crying and cursing herself. She noticed people were staring at her. Not wanting to create a scene, she quickly got up, composed herself, wiped her tears, and returned to her car.
While driving, she decided not to tell her husband about this before his birthday, which was in two days. She didn’t want to ruin his special day. She was terrified that he would leave her and marry another woman. She cursed herself for the entire situation.
Half an hour later, she reached home. It was almost 7 p.m. They lived alone, as her in-laws were in the village. She opened the door, ran to the bedroom, and threw herself on the bed, crying harder and burying her face in the pillow.
An hour later, her husband came home and rang the doorbell. She was lost in her sorrow. After the bell rang continuously, she snapped out of it, wiped her tears, and ran to the door. When she opened it, he immediately knew she had been crying.
Rushikesh: “What happened, baby? Why were you crying?”
Aarti: “Nothing, bachcha! I was just sleeping the whole afternoon… that’s why my face looks like this.”
Rushikesh: “No, seriously. I know you were crying, so don’t lie to me! Come on, speak up!”
Aarti: “Actually, bachcha… I had a bad dream while I was sleeping. I dreamed you were divorcing me… and I was begging you not to… but you wouldn’t listen, and you left.”
Rushikesh: “What nonsense? I’m not divorcing you. Never!”
Aarti: “I know… but how can I ignore my dreams?”
Rushikesh: “Just forget about that dream and don’t give it a second thought. I’m never going to leave you.”
Aarti: “I know, bachcha, but…”
Rushikesh: “But what?”
Aarti: “Nothing! Forget it.” She ran to him and hugged him tightly, kissing him all over his face. “Bachcha, just don’t leave me. I can’t imagine my life without you.”
Rushikesh: “Never!” (He caressed her back and her ass.)
Aarti: “I just can’t afford to lose you. I will do whatever it takes to secure our marriage. You don’t worry about anything! I love you so, so much.”
Rushikesh: “Okay, stop it now. Now tell me, what’s for dinner?”
Aarti: “Sorry, bachcha… I didn’t prepare dinner.”
Rushikesh: “Why not?”
Aarti: “I was lost in my thoughts and lost track of time, and then you came home. Sorry!”
Rushikesh: “Okay, whatever. I’ll order something.”
Aarti: “Thank you. I love you! You’re such a supportive husband.” She kissed him for ten minutes. “Go get freshened up. The food should be delivered by then.”
Rushikesh: “Okay.”
Dinner arrived. Rushikesh came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. He saw her serving food onto plates in the kitchen. Aarti was wearing a plain blue saree, a traditional wife’s attire, with a large mangalsutra hanging from her neck down to her cleavage.
The sight made him horny. He hugged her tightly from behind, pressing both of her breasts against her and kissing her neck. She was surprised by his actions.
Aarti: “You naughty boy. What’s gotten into you today? You’ve never done this before.”
Rushikesh: “Actually, seeing you like this got me horny. Let’s fuck all night, baby.”
Aarti: “Please let me go, bachcha. You know I never stop you, but please control yourself. Let’s have dinner together first.”
Rushikesh: “But promise me that after dinner, you’ll let me fuck you all night.”
Aarti: “Bachcha, I want that too… but let’s eat first. Then I’ll finish my household chores, and we can enjoy the rest of the night.”
Rushikesh: “Okay.”
He went to the dining table and sat down, then told his wife to sit beside him. She came with one plate of food and sat next to him. He pulled his chair closer to hers. She reacted with a firm smile and told him to eat.
Rushikesh: “Baby, only one plate? Why aren’t you eating?”
Aarti: “My dear husband, when you pressed me from behind, you made me horny. So, to follow through, I’ve only served food in one plate. We’ll eat from one plate. And for your information, I always wait for you, right?”
Rushikesh: “Yeah, I know, but you always have a separate plate.”
Aarti: “Now, feed me. I’m very hungry. Please!”
Rushikesh: “First, sit on my lap, and then we’ll feed each other.”
Aarti: “Don’t you ever miss a chance to flirt with me? I like it every time.”
Aarti sat on his lap. She played naughty, lowering her pallu to reveal her deep cleavage, knowing it would distract and arouse him. He was distracted and got horny. She knew it. She fed him a bite. As he ate, he sucked her finger too.
She whispered, “No, bachcha, don’t do that. I’m already turned on.”
He then fed her a bite, but she dropped some food from her lips, and it fell onto her exposed cleavage. He noticed and immediately ate the food off her chest, licking her cleavage.
She whispered, “Couldn’t you wait for it?”
He laughed and winked at her. They then fed each other, one bite at a time, teasing and playing, eagerly waiting to fuck each other.
Later, she headed to the kitchen to finish the remaining chores. He came up behind her, pinched her waist, and whispered in her ear, “Hurry up. My boner and our bedroom are waiting for you to ride me all night.”
She was awestruck and shouted, “Ouch! I’ll be there in five minutes.”
After finishing in the kitchen, she went to the room. In the bathroom, she checked herself in the mirror, arranging her saree back to normal and buttoning her blouse. She knew he would tear it off. She then applied lip balm and his favorite lipstick. She came out, went to the bedroom, and locked the door.
Her husband was waiting inside, wearing only a towel. He had sprinkled flower petals and Swiss chocolate shavings on the bed. But today, she noticed something new.
Aarti: “Bachcha, what’s that on the table?”
Rushikesh: “It’s chocolate syrup.”
Aarti: “Is that necessary? Why?”
Rushikesh: “Today we’ll try something new, but after one round. I’ll massage your entire body after some hard work, and instead of oil, I’ll use chocolate syrup. After that, you know the game.”
Aarti: She felt tense. She knew what was going to happen, but she surrendered to him, as it would be a new experience. She was reminded of her pregnancy dream and wanted to cry. Looking at her husband’s face, she swallowed her sadness and got ready to be taken.
She went to him, kissed his forehead, and said, “I love you, bachcha, very much. Do whatever you want; I’m yours forever.”
He was overwhelmed and did the same. He then slowly kissed and licked all over her face. She moaned, “Ah, fuck!”
He moved to her lips and, while she was standing, bent her face to his and kissed her passionately for ten minutes. While kissing, he continuously pressed her breasts. She couldn’t kiss properly because he was pressing them so hard.
She wanted to moan, but he didn’t stop, continuing his assault. After breaking the kiss, she was breathing heavily but wanted more.
Now, she took charge, kissing him vigorously. He responded just as passionately. The tongue game began. They shared saliva, biting each other’s lips. Both were incredibly horny.
He lowered the blouse from her right shoulder and started sucking her shoulder and then her neck. She was moaning and biting her own lips. “Aahhh… aahhh… hmm… aahhh… fuck.” He did the same on the other side.
He then moved lower to her chest and her cleavage. She stopped him and took over, starting to kiss and lick all over his face. She moved to his ear and bit it hornily. He shivered, awestruck.
She also played with his hair. She then sucked his shoulder and neck, leaving her saliva and giving him hickeys all over his body, marking him as her territory.
Rushikesh: “What was that? I’m shocked.”
Aarti: “Why? This is my love.”
Rushikesh: “But there’s something new in you tonight.”
Aarti: “Nothing. Just let me play with you.”
They stood face to face. She went down a little and sucked his abs over his stomach, also giving him a love bite there. He then lifted her up and kissed her strongly, and she responded well. It lasted for five minutes.
He then went to her blouse and started sucking her breasts through the fabric without removing it. He pressed them hard. She played with his hair. He bit her nipple and sucked it through the blouse.
“Ahh… aahhh… aamhhhh… aaahhh… hmmm… fuck… suck it nicely, bachcha.” It lasted for ten minutes.
Rushikesh: “Now remove the blouse.”
Aarti: Still moaning and breathing heavily, she said, “You remove it, bachcha.”
To be continued…
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