Usha's Story
Chapter 1 - Honeymoon
The telephone rang and Ruth Archer answered it in the kitchen at Brookfield Farm, where she lived with her three children and farmer husband, David, one of the locally prominent and influential Archer family.
"Hi, Ruth," her close friend, Usha Franks, nee Gupta, said.
"Hi! When did you get back from your honeymoon?" Ruth asked. Usha had married the local vicar, Alan Franks, a few weeks earlier, after a short engagement. "Can't wait to hear all about it," Ruth said, in a conspiratorial voice.
"Is David around?" asked Usha.
"No, he's at the market today and won't be home until later."
"Great! Can we meet? I have lots to tell you."
"You bet you can – soon as you like!" said Ruth. "Where do you want to meet?"
Having decided to have lunch at a favourite wine bar in Borchester, they met around 1230. Once they had ordered their lunch and were started on a second bottle of white wine, Ruth demanded to know all about the last few weeks. Usha started to describe her honeymoon to Ruth, detailing the places she and Alan had visited and describing the quality of the hotel where they had stayed. It wasn't until Ruth challenged Usha that she appeared to be leaving something out that Usha, reluctantly, admitted the truth and confided in Ruth her belief that Alan would never be a great lover, despite his unquestionable, unequivocal love for her. Quite simply he was not man enough size wise, nor was he assertive enough to satisfy her needs.
"So, why did you marry him?" asked Ruth, somewhat confused. She had always believed that Usha and Alan were ideally suited.
"We are well suited in many ways, but not sexually, well not in a conventional way," replied Usha.
"What does that mean?" Ruth questioned. "Not in a conventional way? What other ways are there?"
"Well," said Usha "we may have different needs, but maybe our needs are in a way complementary yet compatible."
"Go on," said Ruth, looking inquisitively at her friend.
"If I elaborate, will you promise never to reveal this to another living soul? If my family found out, they would die of shame."
"My god!" said Ruth, "this sounds serious – tell me what's going on!"
The honeymoon had started in a conventional enough way, Usha explained. However, it was soon very clear to Usha, that, as she had anticipated, Alan wasn't an assertive, or particularly accomplished, lover. They had been together for some months before the wedding and honeymoon and he had never taken her the way some of her former lovers had – hard, long and repeatedly! Her husband's endowment although not tiny, could only be described as below average in both length and girth, and his balls, too, were on the small side.
This was Usha's first marriage, she had a history of serial relationships, some lasting longer than others but all failing in favour of her ambition and career. She had co habited with her last partner, Richard. He had been the local doctor but their relationship had ended after he had had an affair, resulting in Usha kicking him out. Part of her regretted that decision and in hindsight she often pondered what might have been had she been more liberal towards his indiscretion. Who knows where that may have led them as a couple.
In the early hours on the third night of their holiday, despite Alan having made love to her shortly after they retired, Usha awoke wet and horny having had a very vivid dream. In the dream she was naked on a bed, on her hands and knees, whilst a large man with a massive cock shafted her from behind. The man fucking her made her orgasm over and over again, something Alan had never got close to achieving in their time together, Usha suspected that he never would.
Usha recognised the man in her dream as one of the hotel waiters. She slipped from the bed and into the en suite. Once inside, she quietly closed the door and, standing in front of the mirror, she took off her short nightdress and ran her hands over her dark, firm body. Despite being the wrong side of 40, her body was slim, toned and firm, the result of many hours in the gym and long, regular road runs. Her Indian descent gave her skin a wonderfully even dusky colour, the sort of colouration that many spent hours attempting to achieve out in the sun or under lamps. She pulled on her dark brown nipples and squeezed her small tits. Her body was on fire as she relived the dream and her hand travelled over her flat stomach and down through her jet black pubic hair to find her clit. She climaxed almost instantly as she imagined the waiter ploughing her deep and hard. She knew then, at that very moment in time, that Alan, as much as she loved him, would never be enough to satisfy all her sexual needs. She wondered how she would resolve her inborn natural desire for hard sex with her marriage to a gentle caring man.
The following few days were to address Usha's love/lust dilemma. During after dinner drinks in the lounge of the hotel, Alan, excused himself to visit the toilet. As Usha waited for him to return she caught the eye of the very same waiter that she had fantasised about not two nights before. He made a beeline for her and asked if there was anything he could get her. She said 'no', but, rather than withdrawing as one might expect a waiter to do, he held his ground and attempted to engage her in conversation. Usha was polite but not engaging, yet he persisted, even remarking how attractive she looked and commenting on the luck of her husband in having such a pretty wife. Strangely, she did not find him particularly attractive, certainly not in the way she had dreamed about him, and was becoming a little peeved with his attention, when out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Alan. Her husband appeared to be hovering some distance away, when, sensibly, he should be making his way back to his new bride. Usha, a trained lawyer, suddenly realised that her husband was avoiding interrupting the scenario he had encountered on re-entering the lounge. Could it be, she wondered, that he wants to see if I will respond to the flattery of this other man? Intuition told Usha that this could indeed be the case and she decided to explore her theory by making first small talk then more intimate communication, using both verbal and body language.
She leaned forward, giving the waiter a substantial view of her small, but firm and perky, dark-skinned breasts. She regularly crossed and uncrossed her shapely long legs. She tossed her hair frequently. Eventually, Alan, obviously realising that his prolonged absence would be noticed, returned to the table, at which point the waiter winked at Usha, and retired.
Usha looked closely at Alan, who appeared flushed and flustered, and asked if he was OK. He mumbled that he was and she suggested that they go to their room as it was getting late. Without a word, he followed her, as she got to her feet without waiting for a response from him to her suggestion.
Once in the room, Usha went into the bathroom and prepared for bed, but her mind and heart were racing. Alan's behaviour wasn't normal. Was he upset that she was talking to the waiter? If he was upset then why did he dally rather than return to her and terminate her contact with the other man?
She did not know the answers to her own questions but she was determined that she would find them. When she left the bathroom, Alan was sitting in a chair and she crossed the room to him and kissed him lightly. He still appeared somewhat flustered, and she asked what the matter was. He could only mutter that 'everything was fine.' Usha knew better and pressed him.
"Are you upset with me?" she asked.
"No," he responded.
"Then why the sulky face?" she bridled. "Is it because I was chatting to the waiter?"