In the Hot Married Woman Story, I am trying to burn my husband’s own doctor in the fire of my body on the behest of my husband. But the doctor’s modesty is coming in the way.
In the first part of the story,
The desire to make a shy wife a sexy woman
you read that my husband wanted to make me a sex woman by driving away the shyness inside. One night he fucked me in front of his friend and then got me fucked by his friend and removed my hesitation.
After that, when my husband was admitted to the hospital due to illness, my husband started telling me to seduce the doctor there.
I also liked the doctor, so I also started trying.
Now further Hot Married Woman Story:
My blooming youth was visible in full enthusiasm in front of Doctor Atul.
Seeing me in that condition, his eyes were repeatedly roaming here and there on my exposed body.
Somewhere she was probably gossiping about the lack of female company in Doctor Atul’s life.
At that time I was wearing a sari whose pallu had fallen down, my hair was a bit disheveled, the kumkum tilak on my head had also spread due to sweat and a thin stream of sindoor was flowing from the parting of hair and was visible on the forehead like a small line.
According to Indian women, I am quite attractive in height.
About 5 feet 4 inches tall, thick black long hair which, when opened, covered my well-shaped round hips, the sindoor scattered in the parting of hair and the redness of the big red bindi spread on the forehead increased the sensuality of my face manifold.
My round beautiful face, cheeks full of redness, a black mole looking sexy in the lower corner of one lip, a strand of hair which was completely turning from behind the ear and was visible towards the front.
And after crying so much, Dr. Atul kept looking at the kajal that had spread out from my eyelids.
As I bent down, my breasts must have been showing their nipples deep inside my blouse.
Seeing Dr. Atul’s confused reaction, even in that very critical situation, a slight mischievous smile suddenly appeared on my lips while crying.
I knew that such a smile could create misunderstanding in any man’s mind.
Anyway, everyone in our family used to call me bubbly.
I did not hesitate to speak clearly.
Apart from this, many times I used to laugh out loud at some thing or the other or while talking to someone, I used to smile without any reason.
Even though I had nothing in mind, due to this, many times some misunderstandings arose in people and I used to enjoy seeing their condition.
I mostly wore sarees which were tied well below the navel, looking at the knot of which any man would hope that if only the knot was a little lower or it would loosen so that it could slide down and perhaps the bulge of my sexual area located below my navel could be seen.
The most attractive part of my body was the sensual curve of my well-shaped round pointed buttocks, the mark of the cleavage in between which was visible even in the saree, it was very difficult for any man to take his eyes off it.
Hot Married Woman Story
Despite Doctor Atul’s so much consolation, my tears were not stopping.
With great difficulty, I controlled myself and said to Doctor Atul – Doctor sahab, I have come to such a big hospital for the first time. Please take care of us!
Doctor Atul lovingly placed his hand on my shoulder and said – Madam, don’t worry about that. The staff here will help you. Still, if you have any problem or need anything, call me! Saying this, he handed me his visit card.
I held Dr. Atul’s hand and pulled him close to me and said with tears in my eyes – Doctor sahab, now you are my brother-in-law. My husband’s life is in your hands. May God bless you.
My husband’s operation lasted for about four and a half hours.
When Dr. Atul came out after the operation was over,
Then the doctor came to me and said – Mrs. Raj, the operation was difficult, but it was successful.
Then the nurse asked me to bring some medicines.
I did not know where to get the medicines from.
Seeing me standing there in confusion, Dr. Atul held my hand and took me to the medicine counter and got the medicines.
My husband was shifted from there in an unconscious state to the ICU for post-operation care and monitoring, in which I was allowed to meet my husband only for half an hour a day.
Two days after he was taken to the ICU, Raj’s health suddenly started deteriorating.
I saw through the glass wall that all the nurses and Dr. Atul were busy taking care of him, running day and night.
On asking the nurse repeatedly, she told me that my husband’s condition was becoming critical. But the nurses were very disturbed because of me peeping through the mirror like this.
Especially at night, many times I would ask the nurses sharp questions about Raj’s treatment.
When I did not get satisfactory answers from the nurses, I would get angry and would start scolding them loudly in the silence of the night.
Dr. Atul was on night shift those days.
Perhaps the nurses must have complained about me to Dr. Atul out of frustration.
Because at night when I was standing outside the ICU looking at Raj, Dr. Atul came to me.
He gently placed his hand on my shoulder and very lovingly took me to my private ward room holding one of my hands.
After making me sit on the bed there, Dr. Atul started explaining to me that the entire hospital staff and he himself were taking care of my husband 24 hours a day. I need not worry.
But while talking to me, Dr. Atul’s eyes would sometimes go to my chest, my breasts and he would stop in the middle and forget what to say.
Despite trying hard to stop himself, Doctor Atul was unable to stop his eyes from surreptitiously staring at my body.
I understood his dilemma very well.
But at that time, I was myself focused on my husband’s health.
I held both of Doctor Atul’s hands in mine and said – Okay Doctor Sahib, I can understand what you are saying. But what can I do, I cannot see Raj in such a condition and with so many tubes attached to his entire body.
Doctor Atul sat down on the bed next to me and while controlling himself, he held both of my hands in his hands and said with great love and courtesy – Mrs. Raj, you don’t worry at all. This is a matter of a few days. All this will go away after a few days.
While saying this, he was unable to look into my eyes.
Maybe he was afraid that his eyes might again go to my sexy body parts and I might catch him peeping at my body.
Then he came very close to me, looked into my eyes and said in a soft voice with great politeness and love, reassuring me- Mrs. Raj, stop staying awake all night standing outside the ICU to see your husband.
If he ever regains consciousness and sees you standing outside like this, he gets very worried and starts asking about your health. Look, you have considered me your brother-in-law, right? So I promise you that I will take care of your husband day and night like a real brother.
Please sleep comfortably in this room of yours all night and relax. I will keep telling you about him regularly. Please leave his worries to me!
I said- Doctor sahab, I will find out myself during the day, there is no need to tell you. But how will I know about his condition at night? These nurses either remain busy with their work or keep sleeping at night; they do not tell anything. They say that everything will be known when the report will be received in the morning.
Doctor Atul kept looking at me with great surprise.
After thinking for some time and remaining silent, he said- Okay, you stay in this room. I myself will meet you every two to three hours at night and will tell you. Okay? But you should not go to the nursing station. They get disturbed. Okay?
I nodded my head in agreement.
I felt good that this way I will get to know about my husband’s condition and Doctor Atul will also get some opportunities to meet him alone at night.
I don’t know what was happening in my heart after seeing Doctor Atul.
A storm of confusion was rising in my mind.
I was feeling dizzy due to staying awake the whole night.
I said- Doctor sahab, I am not feeling well.
I suddenly started rolling on the bed.
Then Doctor Atul quickly caught me and made me lie down on the bed and said- You don’t seem well.
Saying this, he bent down and started checking me by placing his stethoscope on my chest.
Feeling Doctor Atul’s hand on my breasts and seeing his loving behavior, I became very emotional.
I stretched my arms and pulled Doctor Atul and without thinking anything, I sat down putting my arms around his neck and said- Doctor sahab, see how fast my heart is beating.
Saying this, I put his head on my chest.
Doctor Atul kept looking at me stunned on seeing my emotionality.
Perhaps this was his first such experience when an unknown hot married woman had put him on her chest like this.
Doctor Atul’s mouth was on my breasts.
His cheeks were pressing my breasts.
His eyes must have been focused on the big gap between my breasts.
Perhaps he could see my nipples from that close distance.
His cheeks were pressing my big, hard, full breasts so much that my legs were getting loose.
My love juice had started leaking from between my thighs; my pussy had become completely wet.
I was not able to control myself in that passion.
Caught in the conflict of passion and anxiety, I was not able to understand whether I was getting more excited or more sad at that time.
Tears were flowing from my eyes.
Doctor Atul was looking at this conflict of my emotions with surprise.
Slowly, perhaps with a very painful mind, he started trying to move away from me.
I lowered my head and holding Doctor Atul’s chin, raised it up and looking into his eyes, said – Doctor sahab, my husband and I think the same way.
He asks you to take care of me and I ask you to take care of him.
You are my brother-in-law, so I beg you for my husband’s life as your daughter-in-law. I don’t understand what I should do. Doctor sahab, you have full right over this daughter-in-law. You tell me, I will do whatever I want.
If you say that I should not see my husband standing outside the ICU at night, then I will not see him. But please save my husband.
Doctor Atul consoled me and said- Mrs. Raj, we are all trying our best to make your husband completely healthy.
I am taking care of him myself. I am hopeful that he will win this battle and will be with you soon. You be patient and support us.
I got some peace after hearing Atul’s words of love and sympathy.
Then I turned towards him and looking into his eyes said in a mischievous tone- Doctor sahab, I will not speak evasively. I have a habit of speaking directly.
Why do you call me Mrs. Raj again and again? I am much younger than you. A brother-in-law has the same rights over his daughter-in-law as a husband.
First of all, please call me by my name Neena and call me tum or tu. My husband has instructed me to do whatever I want without any restrictions.
I can do everything for you. I have only one request. Please leave no stone unturned to save my husband.
I said ‘everything means everything’ twice to give more strength to my words and then I looked at Dr. Atul more closely to see if he understood my words or not.
Dr. Atul, feeling a strange hesitation and some comfort with my behavior, held both my hands and said – okay baba, don’t worry at all and don’t say anything.
When you have made me your brother-in-law and given me a status equal to your husband, then trust me.
Do not shame me by saying that I am doing something special. Whatever I am doing is my duty. I promise you that nothing will happen to Raj. Raj will become completely healthy and fit very soon.
I saw that Doctor Atul then started calling me ‘tum’.
Next Part of Hot Married Woman Story: Pati ne mujhe paraya lund ki shakti bana diya- 3
