Beyond Sex

You are my Drug!!

As the pleasant morning sun streamed through the windows, Shubman set off to work at exactly 9:00 a.m. Meanwhile, I took the opportunity to explore the various rooms in his house that I had not yet seen. With each step I took, I was mesmerized by the exquisite antique décor that showcased Shubman's wealth and taste. While leisurely strolling through the hallway, my attention was instantly drawn towards a mysterious locked room. It stood there, a silent enigma, beckoning me to unravel its secrets. Determined to satiate my curiosity, I glanced at the key holder nearby, which displayed an array of different keys. With a mixture of hope and trepidation, I picked up each key, one by one, and attempted to unlock the door, but to no avail. Each time, the key failed to fit the lock. Frustration crept over me. I couldn't help but wonder what lay hidden behind those closed doors. What secret was Shubman guarding so fiercely? As I continued my exploration, it became evident that Shubman didn't possess any traditional home décor. There were no family photos adorning the walls, no cozy touches that made a house feel truly lived-in. It was in stark contrast to what I had come to expect from a home.

It's 12.30 p.m., and I could hear the sound of Shubman's car. I went to open the door for him. I stood beside the door to welcome him. Shubman walked towards me and pushed me inside the house against the wall while carefully throwing his office bag on the sofa beside me. I was terrified. Before I could react, he forced his lips on mine and started kissing me. Within no time, he pulled my pallu down. He tore down my blouse. He pushed my bra up, and boobs jumped out as if they were released from the cage. He kept sucking until my right nipple became hard and swollen. After he was satisfied with my right nipple, he moved to the left one. By now, my whole body was trembling with fear and pain. He started biting and pulling my left nipple with his teeth, and I couldn't control my screams. I begged him to stop, but he didn't listen. After what felt like an eternity, he finally released my nipple.

He quickly undid his belt, opened his pants button, and took his dick out. He saw me with his lustful eyes. He lifted my saree to my waist height, and my panty was wet already, cum dripping over my thighs. He moved aside my panty, placed his dick at my entrance, and pushed it in. "Ahhhhh!" I shouted as he pushed his 9-inch in at once, and it hurt like hell. He placed his hands on my ass to gain support and started drilling my pussy. His mouth again started biting my nipples. Every time his dick hit my pussy, all I could shout was "Ahhhh...". He kept fucking me for a while, and finally he released his cum with a moan, "Ahhhh...". He took his dick out after releasing all his cum in me.

He walked away and sat on the sofa, his dick hanging out of his pants. I collapsed down on the floor the moment he left his hold on me. I was breathing heavily. Cum was dripping over my thighs, and Shubman was starting me still like a hungry animal from the sofa. "Raha, you are my drug," he said. He stood up from sofa. He cleaned his dick with a tissue, placed it inside his pants, and buckled back his belt. He carried his bag again and left the house in his car.

I struggled to stand up and finally made my way back to the room. I saw myself in the mirror in a messed-up state. Tears burst out of me. I asked myself, "What is this? Did Shubman come back home between his work to fuck me? He fucked me like an animal and left back as if nothing happened. Is this how my life is going to be? Did he just rape me, or this doesn't count under forced sex since he married me?".