My husband made me fond of other's penis- 5

My husband made me fond of other's penis- 5

I am craving for sex… I was trying my best to impress the doctor of the hospital but the doctor was coming in my grasp very slowly.

Previous part of the story: Called the doctor in the room at night

Now further I am craving for sex:

Perhaps it was the effect of that pill that my mind was becoming very restless.

I don't know what kind of sweet feelings were overflowing in my whole mind.

I was going crazy to meet Atul.

At that time I was overflowing with immense love for Doctor Atul.

How his penis would be between his legs… I started imagining it in my mind.

My pussy was not only getting wet, it was as if a stream of love juice was flowing from it.

I felt like calling Dr. Atul when he would come in the room, I would grab him and pull him to lie down on the bed with me and after removing my and his clothes, I would suck his cock and then make him climb on me and keeping my legs on his shoulders, I would get fucked by him the whole night.

But I knew that even if he wanted to, Dr. Atul would not accompany me in the hospital room.

Finally, with great difficulty, I calmed down by convincing myself that if not today, then tomorrow, he would have to accompany me somewhere else outside the hospital, right? Where would he go then?

I immediately got up after hearing a knock on the door at around two in the night.

I had kept the room dark, yet some light was coming in from the window outside.

I said in a low voice - Come inside.

As soon as Dr. Atul entered, I said - there is enough light, don't switch on the light. I am awake.

As soon as Doctor Atul came near my bed, I held his hand and made him sit on the bed.

I said- Doctor sahab, my heart beat has become even faster after you left, see.

Saying this, I put the doctor's hand on my chest.

This time I was wearing neither blouse nor bra... nor any dupatta.

In fact, the upper buttons of my nighty were also open.

Doctor Atul's hand inadvertently touched my smooth, slippery, hard breasts.

I shuddered.

Then I realized that Doctor Atul too was startled and shocked by the soft touch of my breasts.

I kept his hand pressed on my breasts.

He too did not try to remove his hand, rather I felt that perhaps even without wanting to, he had started feeling both the hardness and softness of my breasts by pressing them with his fingers.

The doctor kept feeling my breasts in his palm for some time, sitting like a statue in the dark.

His fingers kept playing with my nipples and caressing them.

It seemed as if he was counting the beats of my heart.

Seeing him confused and in a dilemma, I moved a little and got up, clinging to him and almost sat on his lap.

I looked into his eyes and put my arms around his neck and said- I don't know what is happening to my whole body. Now I am in your embrace. Whatever happens, I am not going to leave you now. You have become ours. If you try to be formal with me now, then beware!

Dr. Atul, while controlling himself, said- Look, you don't have any disease. You are absolutely fine. I know you are worried because of Raj's disease. I have understood what you are thinking about me. I admit that I like you very much. We don't need to hide anything from each other. Now you just don't worry. But remember that this is a hospital, not my home. I am in a special position here. Now you rest. I am leaving.

Saying this, he stood up and once again held my hand and left while pressing it.

By saying all this, Doctor Atul clearly confessed that he was also quite attracted towards me.

Every day, I would order tea from the hospital canteen at around 8 in the morning, eat light breakfast brought from home and leave the hospital room. After going home, taking a bath, cooking lunch for myself, I would return by around 11.

Throughout the day, I would look after Raj's medicine or whatever he needed.

Raj had to get his food from the hospital.

In the evening, after meeting Raj at around 5 in the evening, I would go home again and after eating and meeting everyone, I would return by 8.

The next day, the canteen boy came to the room to take orders for tea and breakfast.

I took tea from him.

When I saw some stuff wrapped in polythene in the boy's hand and asked him, he said that he was taking coffee and breakfast for Doctor Atul.

It must have been 8 am at that time.

The night shift had ended long ago.

Doctor Atul should have finished his work at 6 am and gone home.

When I asked him, he told me that usually Doctor Atul used to go home after having breakfast from the canteen.

Even in the afternoon, he used to eat canteen food sometimes and sometimes he did not eat at all.

The boy told me that Doctor Atul was married but everyone says that he did not get along with his wife. He used to stay alone at home.

My husband also said the same thing.

A turmoil started in my mind that why was Doctor Atul staying alone despite being married?

I took Doctor Atul's breakfast packet and coffee from that boy and told him to go and tell Doctor Atul that I have his breakfast packet and he should come here to my room and have breakfast.

When Doctor Atul came to our room, I kept sandwiches and coffee in his breakfast plate in front of him.

As soon as he sat on the chair and started eating…I held his hand and showing some anger, I asked him- what is this canteen boy telling me?

I used to tell you that you have breakfast here every day and you also eat food from here. Why, is there no cook or cook in the house? Why do you eat such poor quality food? If you eat such stale garbage food every day, won't you fall ill?

The doctor took care of my husband, so it was my duty to take care of Doctor Atul.

First of all, I wanted to take care of his food. I scolded him properly for eating canteen food.

Seeing my angry face, Doctor Atul felt embarrassed for a while.

He must not have expected that I would scold him like this.

Then, he composed himself a little and said with a slight smile - Neena, you are scolding me like my mother. Hey brother, I am not as lucky as Raj that I have a wife like you who takes so much care of me. Who cooks and feeds me. My wife, after fighting with me, is living with her rich father as the owner of crores. She does not care about me or my food! I don't have time to cook and eat my own food. So this is what I have to manage with.

I became silent for a while after hearing the doctor's answer.

Then I stood up and held Atul's ears and said - Doctor sahab, listen, okay, I can understand that you have some domestic problem. But I have the right to scold you for not taking care of your health like this. From tomorrow you will not eat food from this canteen. As long as we are here, I will bring breakfast and dinner from home for me and you. As long as you are in night shift, the only problem will be with lunch.

I will see what can be done for lunch. I don't want to hear any **** in this. Later you can hire a cook at your home, right? Otherwise after that I will have to come to your house and make some arrangement for your food. I myself cannot come to cook food every day. But I can hire someone, right? Okay?

What would Doctor Atul say… He shook his head quietly and said- Neena, all this trouble…

I went close to Doctor Atul and put my finger on his lips and said to him in a sharp voice- Beware, if you say anything further! We had decided that there is no formality, right? Then if you don’t want to be scolded more, then agree quietly.

In “Pati ki dawa doctor se aankh ladaay” you read how after getting my husband admitted in the hospital and getting him treated, I started getting trapped in the trap of a cool doctor.

Whether I started getting trapped in the doctor’s trap or the doctor started getting trapped in my trap, you will tell.

The doctor smiled and said- Neena, now you have started scolding me as if you are my wife. Listen, apart from scolding, whatever you want to feed me, feed me that, I will eat it.

At that time, I saw a glimpse of sadness, compassion and true love for me in Doctor Atul’s wet eyes.

I got restless from within after seeing this. So I stood up and went very close to the doctor sitting on the chair and stood next to him.

I put his head close to my chest and said with love and a little anger- When your wife is not able to fulfill her duty, then as your daughter-in-law or half wife, is it not my duty to fulfill the absence of your wife? You say yes or no, if not here, then somewhere else, I will fulfill my duty. My husband also wants the same. Thank God that I am not your complete wife. If I were your complete wife, I would not have allowed you to eat such food even for a day, and would not have allowed you to do duty for 24 hours in the hospital like this.

I don't know what came to my mind at that time... I said in a mischievous tone- Doctor sahab, if I were your complete wife, I would definitely scold you but I would have also loved you. Instead of loving you all night, would I have allowed you to do night duty like this here? Now, as long as we are here, I will keep bringing food for you. In the meantime, I will find a cook to cook for you. But the problem is that you also have no place to stay. No one knows when you go home and when you come back. So, if you are not there, how will the cook open the house? I will have to give her an extra key.

Doctor Atul said- Many times, while leaving the house, I forget to take the key and the door gets locked as soon as I close it. That is why I always keep a key hidden in a flower pot outside the door. You can take it from there whenever you come.

Then he tried to separate me from him by slightly pushing me.

But I stood there firmly without moving.

Then he became serious and said- A woman has destroyed my house. I do not want to separate you from Raj and destroy Raj's house and build my house. A destroyed house is enough.

Instead of laughter and jokes, the atmosphere was becoming more serious.

Then I held Atul's hand in mine and looked into his eyes and said very seriously - Doctor sahab, you have promised me to save my husband's life, so I also promise you that I will not let your house get destroyed. But for that you will also have to support me completely without avoiding or denying my words.

On hearing such a bold statement from me, the doctor kept looking at me in amazement.

I smiled and spread my arms and took Atul in my arms.

Doctor Atul was feeling the beat of my breath and the ups and downs of my chest on his head, forehead and cheeks.

He was also looking at my full and quite open breasts with strange eyes as they were moving up and down due to excitement.

Partly due to shame and partly keeping in mind Doctor Atul's restlessness, I stepped back.

The doctor again did the same thing Making the same old sad face, I said- On one hand you call me your child or husband and on the other hand you call me aap. Neena, if you call me aap then I will also start calling you Mrs. Raj.

Holding my ears, I sat on my knees on the floor and said- Forgive me. I have considered you like my husband or even greater than him. I cannot call you tum or tu. This is not our culture. Now please do not say this again. I request you with folded hands. Okay?

At that time my mouth was right in front of Doctor Atul's penis hidden in his trousers.

I was feeling like opening the zip and taking it out and holding it in both my hands and sucking it.

But I stopped myself with great difficulty.

Doctor Atul was stunned to hear me.

He held my hands and made me stand and pulled me and holding me in his arms, hugged me to his chest and said- Neena, don't do this.

Then he murmured in haste and unknowingly said- Those who love do not apologize. I did not understand what he mumbled before the word sorry.

Without hesitation, I stood up tightly to Doctor Atul's chest and rubbing my head against his chest, I said laughingly- Doctor, why don't you say clearly that those who love do not apologize. Don't you love me? Why are you so hesitant, friend?

Seeing my carefree laughter and behavior, Doctor Atul also laughed.

Then, giving me a light slap on my back, he said- Neena, you are carefree; you say whatever comes to your mind. May God keep you smiling like this always!

Then, looking at Atul, I said in a very simple way- If with your blessings and proper treatment, Raj gets well like before, then I will always keep laughing and strutting like this and will make you also laugh and strutting like me. This is my promise. Now I will go home and bring your and my food in the afternoon and will have lunch with you.

The doctor said- I am going home now. I will sleep for some time. You bring your food from home and come back here. I will sleep and take a bath and come back to the hospital by around 1 pm. We will eat here.

I said- If you get late then I will come to your house. Then we will have lunch together there.

Atul then looked at me and said smilingly- Okay, you know where the keys would be kept. Remember to take that pill with water before leaving the house in this heat.

After giving breakfast to the doctor sahab, I came home from the hospital.

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