Love Thy Neighbor Part 1
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Friends, you are reading this sex story on indiansexstories dot net Pls send your feedback by email or message on hangouts – [email protected] Before beginning to start speaking, Dr. Zubeida looks at both Rahim and Azra. She starts off by saying “Aunty told me that you both didn’t conceive even after 5 years of marriage. Not to worry. We will perform some tests on you both to ensure that you both are normal. Upon confirmation, I will guide you with certain do’s and don’ts to help you conceive.” Before she proceeds further, Rahim interrupts her “thank you, doctor. Just so you know, we are normal. We used contraceptives to postpone as we weren’t ready for kids. Since the elders are from old school, they’d not understand even if we tell them.” Zubeida looks at them, gives a smile and asks Rahim to wait out so she can perform some tests on Azra. Rahim looks at a nervous Azra, presses her palm as an assurance and steps out. Zubeida checks Azra assures her that she’s perfect and gives her some tips to help her conceive. On the way back home, there was a stoic silence between Rahim and Azra. The moment they enter the house, Azra screams “Why did you make me go through it? Couldn’t you simply tell her that you can’t help me conceive? As if what I go through every day isn’t enough, you made me go through this as well” and bursts into tears. Rahim sits next to her and holds her “you know that the doctor was referred to us by my aunt. And if we don’t go, you know the kind of pressure they’d put on us. They’ll not believe me that the issue is with me and force me to marry another lady. And I don’t want to.” “Does it mean that we’ve to go through this for the rest of our life?” Azra retorts snuggling further into his warm embrace. Rahim holds her tight and says “there’s a reason why I took you to the doctor. I wanted to ensure that you’re fit to conceive. It’ll solve our problem if you are. And now that I know you are, our problem is solved.” Azra releases herself from his tight embrace and looks at him unbelievably. “You need to hear me completely before you react” Rahim continues. “As you’re aware, we can’t go for artificial methods since our family is well known among the medical fraternity. So, if you have no objection, we can have someone help you conceive, naturally”. Azra gave him a look filled with disgust “how can you even say that? Are you mad? Don’t ever speak to me” she burst into tears, ran into the bedroom and closed the door. He looked through the key hole to ensure that she’s not taking any extreme step. When he saw her lying on the bed and sobbing, he decided to leave her alone for some time. After two hours, when it was dark, he knocked the door. She makes out with her eyes red and faces swollen. She was crying all through – he said to himself. She saw that the table was set and dinner was ready. She can smell nice food. “Let’s eat,” he said. They both silently ate and retired to sleep. Pls send your feedback by email or message on hangouts – [email protected] As they went to bed, Rahim tried to hug her as he always does before sleeping. Azra pushed his hands away. While she pushed him away, deep within she wanted him to hold her tight and help her slip into deep slumber. But when she saw that he wasn’t making another attempt even after a very long time, she turned around and held him tight. She wanted him to make love to her so she can sleep peacefully. She gave him a passionate kiss and said ” don’t ever say that again. I can’t even imagine another guy touching me. No way. Not in this life”. She proceeded to kiss him again. This time it was wetter, deeper and harder. As she continued to kiss him, her hand slipped down into his shorts searching for his manhood. As she touches it, she’s surprised that it’s still limp. She gives him a puzzled look and bends down to give him a good lick. Even after a few minutes in her warm and wet mouth, his manhood is still limp – as if its dead!!! While his sperm count is low, thankfully for her, he never had issues with erection. She realizes it’s due to all that happened during the day and turns away from him…upset and irritated. He puts his arm around her slender and smooth waist and turns her towards him. He says ” baby! You know how important is a kid to you, to me and to us. You also know that it’s the only way to prevent my parents from forcing me to marry again. Given how orthodox they are, they’ll not believe that I’m incapable. In such a situation, the only way to get out is what I said sometime back.” He pauses to see her reaction. Seeing that she didn’t react the way she did a few hours back, he realized she is softening up a bit. He continues “I know what you might be thinking. Would I accept you and the kid after that? You don’t know how much I love you. I’ll love you no matter what. You don’t have to agree immediately. Think again and see. If you have a better option, I’m ready to agree. But letting another woman into my life isn’t acceptable to me. No one can take your position. Take your time honey. Good night”. He turns around and tries to sleep. Azra tries to sleep but she’s unable to. Tears are rolling down her eyes. She feels helpless and miserable. At the same time, she also is glad to have a husband like Rahim who loves her immensely. With several thoughts haunting her whole night, she sleeps early in the morning. She wakes up around 10 and by the time Rahim has already left for work. He prepared breakfast for her and left it on the table. Along with that is a note “I’m leaving for work. Prepared the breakfast for you. Please eat and take care of yourself. Lots Of Love”. She eats the yummy parathas Rahim made for her and gets ready. She keeps thinking about it the whole day. Rahim calls her around 6 PM and asks her to be ready by 7 as he’s in a mood to eat out. They both go out for dinner and come back. All the while, they both don’t speak a single word. Once home, he makes a drink for them both – her favorite vodka with fresh orange juice. As they settle down on the couch sipping the drink, Azra says “I agree with what you say on one condition”. Rahim looks astounded and says “anything, anything!!!” unable to contain his excitement. She goes on “the guy should be our choice. He shouldn’t be in our relations & friends circle. You should be there when he’s with me. And once I conceive, we should never be in touch with him. Also, I don’t want to go to social media searching for guys – you can’t trust them”. Rahim pauses for a moment and says “you’d rather say you don’t want it”, realizing how impossible to meet the criteria she laid out. All his excitement went down the drain in a moment. Just then their door bell rang. Wondering who it could be, Rahim went and got the door welcoming the Sharma couple in. Sharma is the middle aged Punjabi couple from Karnal living opposite to their house. Mr. Sharma, or Karan, is a general physician who was here for the last 5 years helping his friend set up a hospital. His wife is a home maker. They have a son living in Karnal and running a nursing home. Karan was a doctor in the armed forces, now retired and living life on his terms. They’re a very good couple and have been great neighbors helping everyone in their society whenever needed. In fact, Azra knocked their house once in the middle of the night when Rahim had severe abdominal pain. The Sharmas stayed the whole night with them while Karan treated him. Wondering what brought them here at this hour, Rahim welcomes them in. The Sharmas settle down and explain to them that they intend to move back to Karnal to be with their son and help him with his nursing home. While Mrs. Sharma will be leaving tomorrow morning, Karan will be here for a couple of more months to help his friend wrap up the expansion plan of his hospital. Rahim and Azra are sad that they’re losing great neighbors but at the same time, they’re happy that the Sharmas will be with their son in their hometown. Azra assures Mrs. Sharma that they will take care of Karan in her absence. They’ll help him with food and anything else that he might need. After chatting for a while, the Sharmas go home. Rahim: A very nice couple. Glad they are going back to their hometown. Good for them. Azra: Yes. I wish they stayed here longer. They took good care of you when you were sick. And Karan uncle is so active despite being in his 50s. Rahim: Yeah, thanks to him even I’m getting more active. Azra: True. It’s he who taught you Yoga and created a gym work out routine for you. That’s helping you immensely. For next two months, we’ll have Karan uncle eat with us only. I’ll not let him cook. Rahim: You know what. Why don’t we look at Karan? He fits into all your criteria, but the only thing is his age – you’re 24 while he is over 50. Probably older than your dad. Azra is embarrassed and that’s visible. She goes silent with numerous thoughts running through her mind. The thought of Karan, the tall & well-built man with salt & pepper hair, towering her completely and making love to her rushes the blood in her body to her cheeks and make then go flush. Her blushing is clearly visible. Rahim (as if he read her thoughts): If you’re embarrassed to accept it, you pick my glass of vodka and finish it off in one gulp. If not, just walk away so we don’t discuss this again. There’s stoic silence for a few moments which seemed like an eternity. Azra is pondering over it and at one point in time, the look on her face tells that she made up her mind. She looks at the two glasses on the center table for a moment. Just as Rahim is happy that she’s about to pick up his glass to drink, she gets up from her seat and walks towards the bedroom. Rahim feels as if he lost a “do-or-die” battle, he feels hopeless and heart broken. Just before stepping into the bed room, Azra turns around and says “Honey! I’ll go to the washroom. I wasn’t sure which one of the two was your glass. Can you keep it ready by the time I come out?” She gives him a naughty grin by pressing her lower lip between her teeth and walks into the washroom. Rahim’s happiness knows no bounds – he runs over to her, hugs her tight from behind and plants kisses all over her. Pls send your feedback by email or message on hangouts – [email protected] My next episode of the sex story will be based on your feedback!