A full weekend of pleasure

“You are back early from work today?” I asked Alia as I sat on the couch.

“Actually, I didn’t go to work today. I am having a bit of a headache, so I planned to skip work.” Alia replied.

Alia came and sat next to me on the couch. I noticed there was something different about her today. She was different than the Alia I met at weekends, and she never sat on the same couch with me. But today, she was different. Then I noticed the empty bottle wine on the floor. I picked up the bottle.

“Shalini’s father gave me that bottle for our first anniversary. Our only anniversary.” Alia said with slight angry tone. Shalini had told me that her father died in an accident when she was just a baby. But there wasn’t a single picture of him in the house.

Before I could say anything, she continued, “That son of a beach. Do you know how old was I when he first fucking me? 17. fucking 17! I was so naive to fall for him. He was 29 then, and I was blindly in love with him. The only good thing was that I didn’t get pregnant before we eloped and got married. The day I turned 18 we eloped and got married at a temple, a month later I was pregnant with Shalini and a year after that he leaves a fucking note saying he is going back to his family and can’t take me with him. Can you believe that guy? After two years of fucking all my holes, he says he can’t take me to his family. At least he could have thought about his daughter. But that fuckers only cared about himself. He got a younger wife and has three kids with that dick now. Look at me I am 35 and a single mother of a 17-year-old daughter, I have to work at that stupid hotel where I use my boobs to get small tips from customers, and that manager takes half of those…” She broke off crying and went into her room.