It was a Sunday afternoon, or was it? Everyday was a Sunday during the lockdown anyways.
She was lying on her bed and the AC was turned on. Her husband was fast asleep beside her, why wouldn’t he be anyways. He was tired afterall from the 5 minutes of huffing and puffing he did to get himself off on her.
It was a weekly or quarterly routine. He would get on top of her for a few minutes and would slid off her once he was done.
She hadn’t bothered to get up and go clean herself yet. His mark was leaking out of her, probably cause it wasn’t deposited far inside anyways.
She touched herself and it sent a slight tingle down her spine. She knew she could go to the bathroom and get herself off, but that’s what she’s been doing for the past so many years. Also before she could imagine the touch of other men she met at the gym or bars and get herself off. But now it seemed meaningless.
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(First try at writing a story, if you guys like it. I will continue. Let me know if long multi chapter stories are allowed or not)
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/novstx/musings_of_a_lonely_indian_housewife_43f_chapter_1