The Worst Led to the Best
I woke up with a very bad headache. I looked around and realized I was not in my bedroom. Slowly, I remembered getting drunk and forcing myself on my wife. She was not there next to me on the bed. My heart began to race with fear and guilt. I got up and sat trying to cope with the headache and body ache. I glanced toward the attached bathroom, hoping to find her inside, but the door was open and the room seemed empty. I got down from the bed and looked around. I noticed the closet door was open and everything inside was in disarray. Fearing the worst, I called her name. I went out of the room and checked every room before I gave up. She’d gone! I thought she wouldn’t leave me if I proved to her that I could satisfy her. But she’d still left me.
I tried calling Suman, but she didn’t answer. I thought about calling Smita, but I didn’t know what to tell her because it was my mistake for getting drunk and forcing myself on Suman. I broke down and cried till I got tired of crying. Then I pulled myself together, went to the bathroom, and freshened up.
After a little break, I called my manager and told him I’ve been having personal problems and requested sick leave for the rest of the week. He understood me and advised me to take it easy.
I fixed my appearance and left the house. I went to a booze shop and bought beer, whiskey, vodka, wine, and rum. I returned home, got drunk, and passed out.
I opened my eyes with a very bad headache. The room was dark. I got up and sat on the side of the bed. I realized the nightmare had not ended. I reached for my phone on the bedside table and unlocked it, desperately hoping for a missed call from Suman. But there were only missed calls and messages from friends. I stood up, removed my shirt, took a pack of cigarettes, and went to the balcony. I smoked and reflected on my situation. I had married Suman because of her good looks, only to find out a year later that she was cheating on me with her ex-boyfriend. I’d survived that initial shock alone, convincing myself that heartbreak was just my fate—after all, no girl I had ever liked had ever liked me back. I put the pain behind and kept going, holding on to a foolish hope that my luck would change. But nothing changed. Suman drifted further out of reach, choosing her ex over me.
I chucked the cigarette butt and went inside the bedroom. I went to the attached bathroom and had a long shower. I felt fresh after having a bath, but I still had a lingering headache because I’d not eaten enough the previous night.
I wore clean clothes and left home. I went to a pub and spent a couple of hours eating and boozing. When I got bored of the place, I left the pub and reached home within half an hour. I settled on the living room couch and drank till I passed out. I woke up at four in the morning. I went to my room and fell asleep on the bed. I woke up at nine. It was a Friday. I’d had enough. I realized there was no use crying over spilt milk. I got up and went to the bathroom. I finished my morning routine, had a bath, and stepped out of the bathroom ready to start a brand new day.
I had good breakfast as I watched TV in the living room. Then I blasted music through the living room speakers and distracted myself from overthinking about my estranged wife. In the afternoon, I went to a mall. I had a good lunch in a restaurant, watched a movie, and bought new clothes to start a new week on Monday.
I returned home at about 7:30 pm. I relaxed for a while and tried not to think about Suman, but memories of making love to her clouded my mind. It had felt so good to kiss her, feel her, and unite with her body. I told myself no woman looked as beautiful as Suman, but a persistent voice inside countered, Don’t fool yourself—Smita is far more beautiful than Suman. The realization was exciting. I called Smita and listened to it ring five times. I thought she wouldn’t answer the call, but the line connected. “Hi Krish! How are you?!” she said cheerfully.
“Not bad.” I was very happy to hear her voice.
“Krish, I am at my friend’s wedding party. I can’t talk now, but I can visit you later, okay?”
“Okay. I’d love to meet you again,” I said.
She laughed. “Bye. See you later.”
Doubting she would actually show up, I couldn’t help feeling a wave of disappointment. I sat on the couch in the living room and drank while watching TV. As time passed, I became a little impatient. But the more I drank, time seemed to pass fast. At about 9:30, I heard the doorbell ring. My heart began to race, hoping it was Smita. I got to my feet, feeling unsteady. I walked carefully to the front door and opened it.
“Hi Krish!” Smita said.
“Hey Smita!! Come inside!” I welcomed her.
She turned around and waved at a car that was stopped on the street. Then she entered the house saying, “My friends dropped me.”
I closed the door, turned toward her, and smiled. “Wow, you look gorgeous,” I said, looking at her from top to bottom.
“Thank you,” she said shyly.
“Wow! Turn around slowly. Let me see your back!” I requested.
She laughed and turned around.
“Wow! Beautiful!” I said, stunned by her beauty.
She was wearing a maroon sari that had moderately embellished zari designs. Her wavy black hair fell softly down her spine, sweeping against her bare lower back. The saree was clinging to her, highlighting her hourglass figure and her bubble butt. Even though she was taller and larger than Suman, she had a striking figure that suited her perfectly.
I went closer to her and put my arms around her waist. I pressed my crotch on her bottom and kissed the right side of her neck and cheeks.
“Hmm…you are drunk and horny.” She said. “Are you going to rape me like you raped Suman?” she asked.
“She’s my wife. I didn’t rape her. I just had a little rough sex with her,” I said, defending myself.
She turned around and gently pushed my arms down. “We need to talk about it,” she said. Then she turned around and went to the couch. She sat on the couch, picked up the bottle for a quick swig of whiskey, and set it back on the table.
“Don’t drink it neat!” I advised her and sat next to her.
“Okay, Daddy!” she said and picked up the mangalsutra from the table. “What’s this?” she asked.
“Suman left it there with that note,” I said, pointing at a paper.
She took the paper and read it: “I AM NOT YOUR WIFE!”
She looked at me. I shrugged, smirking with disappointment.
“It’s loud and clear,” she said. “Do you understand what to do next?” she asked.
“I don’t understand,” I said, curiously.
Gazing at me, she said, “You should forget her. Find a woman who is right for you and get married.”
“I’m not a good-looking guy. No woman will like me enough to marry me,” I told her honestly.
Shrugging her shoulders, she looked at me and said, “I don’t know why you’re so hard on yourself. I’ve liked you since the moment we met.”
“Do you like me enough to marry me?” I asked, curiously.
She gave the mangalsutra and said, “Put it on for me.”
“Please stop joking,” I said, hoping she was serious.
“Just put it on for me, Krish,” she said, handing the Mangalsutra to me.
I took the Mangalsutra. I knew a valid marriage requires a ceremony done according to customs, and the Mangalsutra is just a symbol that the woman is already married. So I took it from her, put it around her neck, and fastened the hook.
She pulled back and adjusted her mangalsutra so it rested neatly over her saree across her chest. It looked perfect on her. I felt a sting of disappointment, knowing she was not serious. I leaned forward and took my glass from the table. I sipped whisky and swallowed the pain.
She took the glass from me and quickly emptied the glass. She kept the glass back on the table, looked at me, and said, “Congratulations! Thank you for choosing me as your wife!”
“It would be really good if you are serious,” I said, trying to hide my disappointment.
She moved closer to me. “I am serious,” she said and pursed her lips as if expecting a kiss.
I didn’t care if she was joking. I didn’t have the ability to resist the temptation to kiss her. So, I kissed on her lips. Then, I licked and sucked her lower lip before covering her mouth with mine. Her lips parted and allowed my tongue to slip past her teeth and into her mouth. Her hand encircled my neck, pressing my head tightly, sealing our mouths together. Our tongues licked, and we passionately took turns sucking each other’s tongues and lips. I caressed the side of her neck and shoulder and moved my hand over her left breast. I lightly gripped her left breast, and she made mewling sounds in her throat. I plunged my tongue deep into her mouth, instinctively attempting to devour her and make her mine.
She moved back with a soft laugh. “Now, do you believe I am serious?” she asked.
“Somewhat,” I said and caressed her belly. “I can only be absolutely sure when our child is growing in there.”
“That’s not going to happen just by kissing,” she said, laughing softly. “Do you know what to do to make it happen?” she asked.
“I’m not sure. But, can I try?” I asked, giving her a mischievous smile.
She chuckled and nodded. “Go for it,” she said.
I looked into her eyes that shone with affection. I moved close to her and cupped her pretty face in my palms. I pressed my lips gently on hers and thrust my tongue deep into her warm mouth. We began kissing passionately again. I felt my cock stir into full, inflated hardness and pulled her tighter to me, thinking she’s the one I need and nothing else matters but her—all of her, every part of her. I cupped one of her soft, swollen breasts through her clothes and kneaded it. I felt more aroused and broke the kiss, longing to feel every part of her.
“What happened?” she asked, smiling.
“Got milk?” I asked.
“It’s for you to find out.” She smiled shyly.
“My pleasure,” I said, excited. I moved the saree from her breasts and began unhooking the hooks of her blouse.
She helped me remove her blouse and bra. Then I bent over, rubbed my face on her aroused breasts, and kissed every part of them. I took the nipple of her left breast into my mouth and sucked the swollen, rigid, rubbery nipple. She caressed my back, laughing softly and moaning.
After sucking both her nipples till I was satisfied, I pulled back and looked into her eyes.
“No milk?” she asked with a smile.
I smiled and shook my head.
She shrugged and said, “Sorry to disappoint you.” She gave me a comforting smile and asked, “You have to wait till I give birth to a child.”
“That’s okay,” I said. “But I want to taste you first.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, curiously.
I moved closer, planted a kiss on her lips, and whispered, “I’ll show you what I mean. Stand up.”
“Why?” she asked, looking curious.
“You ask too many questions. Just stand up, I’ll show you,” I assured her.
She laughed and stood up. I sat straight, held the side of her hips, and turned her around till her back was toward me. I lifted her saree and petticoat and pulled her undies down to her feet. I lifted her clothes higher till I could see her bare bottom. The round cheeks of her butt were larger, plumper, and more seductive than her sister’s butt. Mesmerized by her beauty, I pulled her close to me and planted kisses on her firm cheeks.
She jutted out her butt and laughed. I rubbed my face on her soft ass cheeks and planted a few more kisses. Then, I turned her around till she was facing me. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed very short. Her vaginal lips were swollen and glistened with her vaginal fluid. I put my arms around her hips, grabbed her butt cheeks, and pulled her close to me. I kissed and licked her pussy lips. I loved her taste and slid my tongue into her vagina. I licked the smooth and delicate vaginal walls and tasted more of her delicious juice.
She moaned and stroked my hair. I looked up at her. She gave me a pleasant smile. “Do you like it?” she asked.
I nodded, pulled back from her, and stood up. I asked her to sit on the couch with her clothes lifted above her butt and keep her feet on the couch. Then, I began removing my clothes.
When I saw her again, she was sitting with her feet on the couch and her saree lifted above her butt. The golden brown skin of her exposed parts of legs, thighs, and butt contrasted beautifully with the dark maroon saree that partially covered her body. Admiring her beauty, I went to her and knelt before her. I spread her legs apart and saw her vagina. It looked juicy and inviting. I caressed her soft and smooth inner thighs. Then I put two fingers inside her vagina and scooped out her pussy juice. I inserted my wet fingers inside her anus causing her body to twitch a bit. So, I slowly pumped my fingers in and out of her anal hole, which made her moan with pleasure. I dipped my head between her plump inner thighs and ate her pussy, while I stimulated her anal passage with my fingers.
The sweet sounds of pleasure she made were heartwarming as I kissed, licked, sucked, and bit her pussy. I didn’t want to stop till she climaxed, but my impatient cock needed to be comforted. So, I stopped after a few minutes and stood up. I pointed my cock at her mouth and asked her to suck it. She moved forward excitedly, but she started slowly by just kissing and sucking the head of my cock. Then confidently she opened her mouth and moved her head forward, allowing my cock to slide fully inside her mouth. Then, she sucked slowly and passionately while her fingers played with my balls.
I looked down at Smita’s pretty face and admired her as my cock moved in and out of her sweet mouth. Though she wasn’t slim and fair like her sister, she was kind, charming, and hotter. I wished I’d married her instead of marrying her sister. And at that moment of realization, I felt an urgent need to penetrate her vagina and become one with her. I touched one side of her face. She looked up at me. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and asked her to lie down.
She smiled and turned to her right side. She lifted her legs, kept them on the couch, and lay on her back. Her exposed breasts, belly, and legs glowed like gold. She looked irresistible and inviting, adorned in her maroon silk saree and golden jewels, like an Apsara ready to copulate. She smiled and spread her legs apart, welcoming me to connect with her.
Her pussy looked delicious between her plump and shapely thighs. I felt tempted to eat it again, but the opening of her vagina was more tempting with a gap that clearly needed to be filled. I had the right tool to do the job. So, I lay on top of her, pushing her down into the cushiony couch. I kept my elbows on the couch and lifted myself. I guided my cock to her pussy lips and felt the tip of my cock in the opening of her vagina. I pushed slowly, and my cock slid into the moist passage that stretched and wrapped around my cock shaft in a comforting embrace.
When my cock was fully inside her vagina, I lay on top of her with relief. She gasped, and I felt her vagina grasp my cock. I looked into her beautiful deep brown eyes that shone with love.
“You should have married me,” she said.
“You were not old enough to get married,” I reminded her.
“I was 22,” she said with a smirk.
“That’s too young to get married.” I planted a kiss on her lips and looked into her eyes.
“Am I old enough to get married now?” she asked, with a shy smile.
“Yes. That’s why I’m going to marry you,” I said, hoping she won’t refuse.
Her eyes filled with tears. She managed a smile and said, “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. I should thank you,” I said. Then I pecked a kiss on her lips and looked into her beautiful eyes.
She grinned. “What are you waiting for? Hurry up! Let’s make babies,” she said with a chuckle.
I kissed her forehead, eyelids, nose, and lips. Then, I withdrew my cock and pushed it back inside her vagina. She spread her legs and locked them around the back of my thighs. I moved my hands down, grabbed her plump butt cheeks, and spread them apart. I held on to her butt and began pounding my cock into her pussy rapidly.
“Mmmmmmmm, that’s it, Krish, that’s it. Aaaahhhh, don’t stop,” she moaned.
With her approval, I made love to her, repeatedly penetrating her pussy. The sound of my crotch and balls slapping against her upturned buttocks reassured me I was doing a good job.
As she groaned louder in ecstasy, I fucked with delight, hoping to make her feel as amazing as I did.
After a few minutes of hardcore fucking, I felt semen churning in my aching balls and feared I might cum before she climaxed. But she moaned, “Mmmm…I’m cumming!”
I suddenly felt her pussy flooding with her juice. She climaxed, laughing. I spilled a load of sperm deep into her pussy and collapsed on top of her. She covered her mouth over mine, and we kissed as I continued to unload more sperm inside her belly.
After we kissed passionately for a few minutes, she broke the kiss and asked, “Are you going to take care of our child?”
“I’ll take care of you and our child,” I assured her.
She smiled, and we began kissing again.
That night, we spent the rest of the night drinking and making love.
After a few months, Smita and I got married. We are a happy family with three children.
Sometimes the worst can lead to the best. I thank my luck for that.