I cried and involuntarily pushed his hed there.”Ishau I am yours but please think about the baby”I pleaded again.Ishaan smiling reaised my saree a...d petticoat to my waist and pinched my thighs to make me cry with pain again.”If I don;t hurt you do I have a promise that no more fooling around?”He asked and started to remove my moist panties.I raised my hips to allow him and murmured yes.“Good then I am going to hurt you only once to ensure that you do not forget this lesson again”Saying so Ishu. There was a 6-month gap in my engagement and marriage.I came close to her during my courtship days with my fiancée. She was married for the last 22 years. She lived a very unsatisfactory life as her husband was an average professional. Her dreams were not being fulfilled and that’s where she became close to me. Our WhatsApp chats became intimate and detailing our sex lives and cravings. She was working with a pharma major in Ahmedabad and I lived in Mumbai. The distance was an issue. But that. She would have married him, she would have watched over him as he grew old. Then, perhaps, she would have returned. There was time, so much time, an eternity of time. To find a doctor, her so called husband had dragged her to the town, a great, stinking thing inside a wall, erected more to keep the animals inside than for protection. People and horses and sheep milling around, all shitting in the muddy streets. The rain was constant, the mud was ankle deep. It was summertime, no one bothered. All day she had to fight the urge to go to the part of the building where Karen worked. Just to see her. Maybe to get her alone somewhere. In the bathroom. And touch her. And slip a hand into her groin, or free one of her fantastic, beautiful breasts and suck it.Laura got wet just thinking of it. And more angry with herself. You're not that way! she told herself. You're not a lesbian! Why do you want her? You like men! You need a man to fuck you. And I mean, really fuck you. Rape you. That's.