One thing had led to another, and when the time to penetrate her had come, Nitin had chosen not to wear a condom. It was Divya’s first time, with a guy. She had watched intently as Nitin’s dick had entered her, vanishing inside her inch by inch. She had been in pain. She had gasped, she had winced, but she hadn’t closed her eyes.
Divya had the fairest of Indian skins. The darkest part of her body — the place between her legs, was fairer than Nitin. It was mesmerizing to see his thick brown dick enter her. It had felt raw and primal. She had fallen in love with him, the first time he had entered her.
That time, Nitin had fucked her, as if he would lose her if he stopped fucking. And when he was close to cumming, he had declared that. Divya had nodded yes, and he had finished inside her.
After they were done, when they were down from the high of lust, they had realized their mistake. The next few dates and the hundred phone calls between them, was about the pregnancy scare.
It’s an irony, how things change with time.
When Nitin woke up in the morning, Divya wasn’t beside him. She was an early riser, waking up at 6 AM every day, even though they had stayed up till 1 AM the night before, fucking and crying.
She was on the couch, scrolling through her phone, when Nitin had wished her good morning. She had smiled and had gone back to scrolling. She was already done with her morning ablutions. Divya was wearing a pair of shorts, and a tee shirt.
Even at 32, Divya had perky breasts and a flat belly. Her overall frame was slim, except for her breasts. Her arms were slender and delicate, her neck was the same, but her breasts were full and fleshing. She had her feet up on the coffee table in front of her. Her skin had a natural shine to it.
“I have made coffee for you too. Just warm it up,” she said. She pointed toward the kitchen. The fabric of the tee shirt moved, jiggling her braless breasts. Even after all these years, Nitin got excited by these little things about his wife.
As Nitin warmed his coffee, he was deep in thought. While falling asleep the night before, he had decided on something. A decision, that would change things.
The reason why Nitin and Divya hadn’t been able to conceive was — Nitin. He had no problem fucking or staying hard, it was just that he was sterile. They had gone to the doctors, and they would assure him that his sperm density would improve. He had quit drinking, he had quit smoking, hoping that his sperm quality will improve.
But, it’s been years, and nothing has changed. They have done everything — from a good diet, to exercises, to medicines, to timing their sex. Whenever they had sex these days, it was all about cumming inside Divya. They would not have sex for four days, so that Nitin gets to make his cum thick and warm. And then, when they had sex, it was not about pleasure. It was about getting through the session and then hoping that one thing among all the things that they have been doing, worked.
But every month, when Divya would get her period, she would break down. Nitin felt guilty, because after all, it was him who had the problem. Divya was his hot sexy wife, with a belly that craved to carry a baby. Nitin had suggested adoption many a time, but Divya wanted the child to be hers. Something that Nitin could not give.
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