Rendezvous with Desire: Desperate Times – Part 2

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It had been 2 days since the events in Vivek’s office room. Rohit was getting the best available treatment and care. But, his condition had not improved. He was still not getting better.
I was still feeling guilty about having cheated on him with Vivek. Although Vivek and I didn’t exactly have sex, it was still cheating, in my opinion. But I had done what I had done to save my husband. When Rohit’s health wasn’t getting better, I became very upset.
Since it was Covid, I wasn’t allowed access to Rohit’s ward. That evening, Rohit’s attending doctor, Dr. Kulkarni, called me. He conveyed that Rohit’s condition had started to worsen. He would now require oxygen cylinders to help with his breathing.
There was an acute shortage of oxygen cylinders in the hospital. So I’d have to arrange for them on my own. I broke down and started to cry. I decided to do everything to save my husband’s life. I tried contacting the various vendors and tried to call in favors from friends. But no attempt was successful.
Without having any other option, I called Vivek and explained to him the situation. I broke down again and started to cry over the phone.
Vivek said, “Tanu stop crying. It’s going to be okay. We’ll figure something out. Do one thing. I’ll text you the address of a cafe. Come and meet me in another half an hour. We’ll see what best can be done.”
I drove to the cafe that Vivek had texted about. I reached there in 20 minutes. I found a corner booth and sat down. Vivek had not yet come.  He entered the cafe 20 minutes later. I waved at him from the table. He caught me waving and made his way to the booth.
He sat opposite me and said, “Sorry I got late. Traffic!” I mustered a small smile and said, “No problem.” He then called for the waiter and ordered two iced coffees and a plate of chili cheese toast.
Once the waiter left us, he spoke. “I spoke to Dr. Kulkarni and went over Rohit’s latest reports. His condition is worsening. He now has difficulty breathing due to blockages in his lungs. He needs oxygen delivered directly to his lungs and will need oxygen support.”
My emotions got the better of me, and I started to cry. I said, “Why is this happening? I don’t know what to do.” I continued to cry.
Vivek held my hand and said, “Tanu, don’t cry. Crying won’t solve anything. In Rohit’s current condition, he will need constant Oxygen support. I have arranged for oxygen cylinders to be provided to Rohit for the time being. But, you will need to arrange for them from tomorrow afternoon.”
I stammered and said, “Me…? But I have tried. There is a shortage everywhere. I can’t find a vendor who can provide it. I’m willing to pay as much as it costs. But there’s no availability.”
Vivek said, “Yes. That is the issue. These are unprecedented times.”
I was now balling my eyes out. The situation was completely hopeless. I looked at Vivek and said, “Can you please help me out? I don’t know what to do. Please, I beg of you.”
Just then, our waiter was walking toward us with our order. I wiped away my tears and composed myself. I got up and said, “I’ll be back. Washroom.” I got up and went to the washroom. I splashed my face with water. I took deep breaths and stopped crying. I calmed myself and went back 2 minutes later.
Vivek pushed a glass of iced coffee and the plate of toast toward me. He said, “Have some.” I shook my head and said, “I’m not hungry.” Vivek said, “You being hungry isn’t going to help Rohit. Eat.” I took a sip of the coffee and nibbled at a piece of toast.
Vivek said, “I could arrange for the cylinders if you want.” As soon as those words reached my ears, I dropped the toast in my hand and beamed with joy. I looked at Vivek and said, “Really? You’re not joking. Can you? How? Oh, thank you so much. I don’t know what to say.”
Vivek said, “Chill. Hold on. The director of the hospital is my would-be father-in-law. I’m getting married to his daughter in August. So, arranging for and diverting the cylinders to Rohit isn’t going to be a problem.” I was now actually smiling. He continued, “But, it’s going to cost you.”
I brushed away that last sentence and said. “No problem. Just tell me how much. I’ll arrange for it.” Vivek gave him a sly smile once again and said, “Again with the money. You will pay the hospital the money. But what will I get?! I had something else in my mind.” He was now looking at my chest.
I sat in shock. I stiffly said, “Vivek. But you said it was a one-time thing.” He said, “That was for the bed with a ventilator. For the cylinders, it’s no more in my hands. For me to talk to the director, I need some incentive.”
I said, “Vivek. This isn’t right. You’re taking advantage of my situation. Please don’t do this. I already did what you asked. I’m still feeling guilty about the last time.”
Vivek now spoke in a harsher tone. He said, “Tanya, don’t create a scene here. I’m not forcing you to do anything. It’s completely your choice. Take your chances, rather, Rohit’s chances outside or give me what I want. I’ll ensure Rohit continues to get the best possible care.”
I realized there was no point in arguing. I tried to talk to his conscience. I said, “Didn’t you say you’re going to get married in August? You’re engaged. It’s not right to cheat on your fiancé. I can’t do this to another woman.”
Vivek now laughed hysterically and said, “Nice try. Appealing to my conscience using my fiance. It’s only a marriage of convenience for me. I get a famous multi-specialty hospital for marrying his daughter. I have no special feelings or love for her.”
He paused for a few seconds and then said, “I’m not going to repeat myself. It’s simple. It’s your call. I will text you my home address. Be there at 11 PM tonight if you want the oxygen cylinders. Or if you think you can manage without my help, well, good for you.”
He took one big gulp of his iced coffee. Put a 500 rupee note on the table and left. I was still in shock. I sat there for another 10 minutes, completely frozen. I then got up and walked towards my car. Once inside, I let out a big scream and started to cry.
Once my tears ran dry, I stopped crying. I thought about my options. Even if somehow I managed to get one oxygen cylinder for tomorrow. I’d still need to arrange for them for later days till Rohit needed it. There was no way I could guarantee a regular supply. There was thus only one viable option. Vivek.
The thought of what I was going to do, filled me with disgust. But once again, I had no real choice. Desperate times call for desperate measures. But I did not want this to be a recurring event. I wanted to ensure that this would be the last time I had anything to do with Vivek. So I thought of a plan.
At around 7.30 PM, I texted Vivek. It simply said, “I will be coming.” He texted back with a thumbs-up emoji. He followed it up with the location of his house. His house was located East of Kailash. A good 45-minute drive from my place.
I went back home. I took a bath and got ready. I didn’t put in any effort to look good or put on any makeup. I was now wearing a full-sleeved pista green long kurti and black leggings. I left home at 10.10 PM and reached the location Vivek had sent by 10.50 PM.
But, the location was for a boutique hotel. I was confused. Vivek had said that he would send the location of his house. I texted him, saying, “Reached the location. Can’t locate your house.” I got an instant reply saying, “Vivek Sharma. Room 203.”
I was shocked. Vivek had called me to a hotel and not his home. I was very confused. I entered the hotel and took the lift up to the second floor. I stood outside Room 203. I knew what I had to do. I took a deep breath and knocked twice.
Vivek opened the door and held it for me to enter inside. It was a suite room. A dining table, a study table, a queen-sized bed, a wall-mounted TV, and French windows opened into a small balcony. There was another door next to the wardrobe, which was the entrance to the bathroom. I surveyed the room.
I turned to Vivek and said, “This is a hotel. You said you’d send me the location of your house.” Vivek laughed and said, “That’s too risky. It’s safer here. Nobody will see you. Besides, I don’t want anybody to disturb us tonight.”
I spoke, “Vivek. Please don’t do this. You already made me suck you off in your office. You’re taking advantage of my situation. You are going to get married soon. Don’t do this to another married lady.”
Vivek got a little annoyed. He spoke in a stern voice, “Tanya. You agreed to this. What is all this drama now? Don’t spoil my mood. And about my marriage, I have told you. It’s a marriage of convenience for me. All I want is the hospital. I have no feelings for my fiancé.”
He paused and said, “If you want to save your husband, it’s now or never. Do as I say, or leave. Don’t waste my time. I will immediately stop Rohit’s treatment.”
I was taken aback. I knew I had to go through with this. I said, “Okay. Fine. I’ll do it.”
Vivek now smiled and said, “That’s like a good girl. Now, I knew you’d pull some stunt like this. You didn’t even bother to look good for me tonight. No worries, I have made arrangements.”
In a shocked tone, I said, “What do you mean?”
Vivek said, “I have left a little gift inside the bathroom. Go and get ready.”
I placed my handbag on the study table next to the TV. Vivek turned the volume back on the TV. I walked into the bathroom. What I found there made my jaw drop. I thought to myself, how cliched and basic for a doctor.
Laid out on the counter in the bathroom was a sexy nurse costume. It was a blood-red lingerie set, matching peep-toe heels and a makeup set. I was browsing through them.
Vivek called out from outside, “Like what I got for you? Picked it all out myself. Your size only, don’t worry. Dress up and come out soon.”
I looked at my reflection in the mirror and spoke to myself. I’m doing this for Rohit. There is no other way. Let me get done with this. So far, everything is going as per plan. I removed the clothes I had worn. I slipped on the red lingerie set. I then started to wear the sexy nurse costume.
It was a white mini skirt with a red border. There was a single red cross over the crotch area. The skirt barely covered my buttocks. It was very, very short. The blouse was also white and was off-shoulder.
There were two small red crosses over each nipple. The blouse was also lined with a thin red border.  The blouse also was very short. It barely covered my cleavage, but it supported my breasts well.
Next, I wore the full white netted stockings. The end of the stocking at the thighs had a red frill. I placed the nurse cap, which had a big red cross on top of my head. Next, I wore the red cross ear studs. I applied a light makeup of eyeliner and eye shadow and a coat of blood-red lipstick to match the attire.
Lastly, I wore white gloves and slipped on the red heels. I took a couple of steps back to look at myself in the mirror. I had to agree. The costume fit perfectly. I looked super hot. I would have been overjoyed at this sexy outfit on any other occasion.
But, Rohit’s situation was still in the back of my mind. I had to do this for him. So I decided to get on with it. I took another deep breath and started to walk out.
Vivek heard the bathroom door open. He turned off the TV and looked at me. I stood at the door and struck a pose. My left hand held the door frame. My right hand was on my waist. I was leaning to my left, and my waist was raised in the opposite direction. Vivek’s eyes were wide open, and his jaw dropped.
He exclaimed, “Oh yes! Come to daddy.”
Vivek was lying sprawled on the bed, with his hands behind his head. I slowly, seductively walked towards the bed. I role-played along with his fantasy. I said, “Relax, Dr. Vivek. Nurse Tanya is here to take care of your needs.”
Hearing this, a huge smile beamed across Vivek’s face. He said, “That’s right. Play along. We’re going to have a fun night.”
I modulated my voice to sound sexy and said, “Dr. Vivek, how can I assist you today?” Vivek unbuttoned his pants and said, “Looks like my muscle needs a rub.” I unbuttoned the top button of my blouse, revealing my cleavage and said, “Certainly.”
I crawled onto the bed and sat between Vivek’s legs. Vivek had shaved his groin clean, unlike the other day. I picked up Vivek’s dick and kissed it. The fresh lipstick left a mark in the shape of my lips on his foreskin. I started to stroke his dick with my left hand. I used my saliva as lube.
With my right hand, I buttoned his shirt. I kissed his stomach and chest, leaving more lipstick marks.
As I bent forward, Vivek thrust his head into my cleavage. He held the sides of my breasts and started to motorboat over my blouse itself. He was licking and biting the top of his breasts. I tried to unbutton the rest of my blouse, but Vivek said, “No. I want to fuck you in this costume.”
I continued to stroke his cock while his head was shoved into my cleavage. About 2-3 minutes later, his dick was completely erect. Vivek removed his head and pushed my head down towards his crotch. I realized he wanted me to suck his cock.
I said, “Dr. Vivek, it looks like your muscle needs a lick.” I licked his dick and started to blow it. Vivek said, “Shake that ass.” I was crouching on the bed near his thighs, so I jutted my ass up and began to shake it as I sucked his dick.
Another minute of sucking later, his dick throbbed in my mouth, and pre cum started to ooze. Vivek said, “Show me that pussy. I want to pound it.”
Vivek was paying no attention to my body. He was treating it like a sex doll, only fulfilling his desires. My pussy wasn’t wet. So, I got into doggy style and started rubbing my clit with my right hand.
Vivek got behind me. He pulled the skirt up and slapped my buttocks. He said, “Who is your daddy? Like that do you.”
I realized that I had to fake my way through this entire episode. I played along. I said, “Oh yes. Harder. I’m a naughty nurse. Punish me.” Vivek slapped my ass a couple of more times. He pulled down my panty and spread my legs. He placed his dick on my pussy and started to thrust it in.
Because I wasn’t fully aroused, his penetration was painful. But his lubed-up dick and my rubbing of the clit eased the pain a little. I continued to rub my clit. Vivek was pounding my pussy with his dick. Vivek was moaning and grunting. So, even I faked my moans till I got aroused.
Vivek asked me to turn over and lie down on my back. He sat on my stomach. He was now squeezing my boobs. He pushed his hip towards my face and said, “Suck it.” I had to crane my neck to take his dick in. He then started to thrust his dick into my mouth.
He was mouth fucking me and squeezing my boobs over the costume. My erect nipples were poking at the bra and the blouse. After about 20-25 strokes of mouth fucking, Vivek removed his dick and went back to fucking my pussy. He turned me over on my stomach and fell on my back.
He inserted his dick into my pussy while lying on my back and began to fuck me. His entire weight was on my back. I was getting pushed down onto the bed. I was sandwiched. Vivek held my hands and continued to fuck my pussy. About 30 strokes later, Vivek said he was going to cum.
I, too, faked an orgasm and said, “I’m cuming too.” He pulled out his dick and asked me to turn over. He was kneeling on the bed on my left side. I bit my right index finger and said, “Doctor, please spray your shake all over me.” Vivek, who stroked his dick with his right hand, said, “open wide.”
I opened my mouth wide and spread my hands on either side. Vivek stood up on the bed and, a swift two strokes later, ejaculated. His warm semen shot out from his dick, and streaks landed all over my body. A few drops even went into my eye. He shook off the last few drops of cum on my stomach and fell on the bed.
About 2 minutes later, he stood up and cleaned himself. He wore his underwear, sat on the chair and started to browse the TV. He looked at me and said, “Thank you for that. Rohit will now get his oxygen cylinder tomorrow. Depending on what I need from you.” He then started to laugh.
I didn’t argue. I just went into the bathroom. I cleaned myself and wore my clothes. I came out of the bathroom and said, “Thank you, Vivek. Can I leave now?”
Vivek said, “Yeah. Yeah. Even I’ll leave in some time. That’s the best thing about Hotels. You don’t have to clean up.” He glanced at the mess that was created on the bed.
I said, “I’ve left the costume and accessories in the bathroom.” Vivek said, “That’s of no use now. I’ll think of something else for the next time.”
I once again thanked Vivek for his help and got out of the room. I took the lift downstairs and walked towards the car in the parking lot. As I sat down inside my car, I removed my phone from the side of my handbag. I checked to see if my plan had worked.
The phone had captured the events of the last 3 hours in the video. I had switched on the video camera before entering the room and left the phone inside the side pocket of the handbag. I had placed the handbag on the study table so that the entire room was visible. Vivek was visible.
I edited out the first 5 minutes of our conversation. I sent the 5-minute clip to Vivek with the following message. “If you don’t want this and the rest of it to reach your future father-in-law and his daughter, you will ensure Rohit gets everything he needs for however long he needs it.”
Vivek immediately called me. I cut the call. He kept calling me. I kept cutting. Eventually, I picked up. He abused me a fair bit. I simply said, “Your future is in my hands. Better ensure Rohit’s wellbeing.”
Thanks to my blackmail, Rohit did not face any other problems with care and amenities. He gradually got better, and 3 weeks later, he was discharged. I was so happy when he came home. I hugged him tightly and didn’t let go for more than 10 minutes.
But after the initial happiness of Rohit coming back, the guilt of what I had done started to eat at me. Rohit sensed something was wrong and asked why I was so off. I brushed it aside for a few days, but I finally caved in at Rohit’s insistence. I told him everything. By the end of it, I was crying my eyes out.
Rohit took a moment to process everything. He was stunned. He said he needed to clear his head, take the car, and go out. I sat and wondered what Rohit was thinking and how he would take it. I was extremely upset. 2 hours later, Rohit returned.
He came up to me and hugged me. He said that everything was alright and I need not worry anymore. He said he understood why I did what I did and that he did not have any problem.
I asked him, “Are you sure? I’m sorry.”
Rohit said, “Whatever you did, you did it for me. What more can a husband want? Let’s forget about all that. But promise me something.”
I said, “Anything. Just tell me what.”
Rohit smiled and said, “We will also have a role play love-making with costumes.”
I laughed and playfully hit Rohit with my fists. We then embraced each other and moved on with our lives. That was the last time we ever spoke of Vivek again.
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