Ayurveda Hospital Encounter: A Married Man’s Emotional and Sensual Night with a Lonely Wife

I never thought a short stay at an Ayurveda hospital would leave such a deep mark on my heart. My name is Rohit. I had come to this place with my wife, Rekha, for fertility treatment. Our marriage was silently struggling. We had love once, but slowly, because of childlessness, distance, and blame, the warmth had faded.

The hospital was like a quiet home. Patients were few, and we used to take our food from the kitchen and eat in the dining area, like a family. That’s where I first noticed them — a couple in their early 30s. The woman had a calm beauty about her, a gentle smile that stayed in my mind longer than I expected. I’d often smile at them, and they would smile back. We never spoke, but those glances meant something to me.

Her name was Lakshmi. Her husband, Vishnu, worked abroad, and she was working in IT in Kochi. Like us, they were also there for fertility treatment.

One evening, Rekha had already had her dinner, and I went to the kitchen alone. To my surprise, Lakshmi was there, also alone. I casually asked, “Did your husband have dinner?” She smiled and said, “Yes, he had early.” She even helped me serve food. That simple act of kindness touched me.

We sat at the table and spoke for the first time. Just normal questions—where’s your home, how long married, etc. But there was something in her eyes, a softness, a silent pain. I felt it. Maybe because I carried some of that pain too.

She told me Vishnu was finishing his treatment and would leave the next day, while she would continue for three more days. That made me feel something strange in my heart—a mix of comfort and unexpected excitement.

Next evening, I saw Vishnu leaving. That night, again, Lakshmi and I had dinner together. We opened up more. She had body heat issues, which made conception difficult. Her husband, she said, was not supportive anymore. “He’s frustrated,” she sighed. I shared my pain too—low sperm count, Rekha’s anger, even talks of divorce. We laughed, sadly. But it was beautiful—two broken people, feeling less alone.

After dinner, when I went to wash my plate, Lakshmi came and took it from my hands and cleaned it for me. My wife Rekha never did that. That simple gesture made me feel seen, cared for. I waited for her to finish washing her dish. I helped fill her water bottle. We smiled and wished each other good night.

But I couldn’t sleep. I stepped out to the balcony. She was already there.

Her back was to me, her long black hair gently moving in the breeze. The soft light from a nearby lamp kissed her skin. Her hair flowed down her back, thick and silky. Her cotton nightwear clung gently to her body, outlining her soft curves.

She turned around and smiled. My heart skipped.

“You too can’t sleep?” she asked.

“No,” I said, walking to her.

She looked stunning. Her fair skin glowed under the moonlight. Her face was calm but held a silent sadness. Her eyes were deep, and her lips… I couldn’t stop looking at them.

I let my eyes move lower. Her breasts were full and soft, gently rising with each breath she took. Her hips curved beautifully. And her ass… full, round, the kind that makes a man’s hands ache to hold. Her nightdress only made her look more irresistible—innocent and sensual all at once.

I stood beside her. We talked softly. She opened up more.

“Couldn’t sleep?” I asked.

“No,” she replied softly. “My heart is heavy. But I’m feeling a little peaceful talking to you.”

We talked. Really talked. She told me how hard her life was—pressures from her in-laws, the loneliness, the coldness in her marriage. I held her hand. She didn’t pull away. I gently placed my arm around her shoulder. She leaned in… resting her head on my chest. We sat like that in silence. That moment said more than words.

“It’s late,” she whispered. “We should try to sleep.”

“Yes,” I agreed, but I didn’t want to let go.

Later that night, I messaged her:
“That moment with you… I felt something I haven’t felt in a long time. You are special, Lakshmi.”

She replied:
“I felt the same, Rohit. Thank you for making me feel human again.”

Next evening, Rekha joined me for dinner, so I didn’t get time with Lakshmi. It was our last night. My heart felt heavy. What if I never see her again?

Late at night, I messaged her again.
“I’m sad. I don’t know if we’ll get time tomorrow…”

She replied instantly:
“Come to the terrace. I’m there.”

I quietly stepped out. She was waiting.

Under the moonlight, she looked divine. Her soft curves under that warm glow made my heart race. I walked up to her and hugged her. She melted into me. I kissed her—gently at first, then with all the longing I had buried inside me for years.

Our lips locked in passion. Her fingers gripped my back. That kiss... it felt like fire and peace together. I explored her mouth with my tongue, tasting her, feeling her. She moaned softly, her body pressing against mine.

She held my hand and whispered, “Come to my room.”

I checked on Rekha—she was asleep. I tiptoed into Lakshmi’s room. The door closed behind us. Her body pressed against mine. I could feel her heart racing, matching my own. She slowly removed her kurti, revealing her soft, smooth skin. I traced my fingers along her shoulders, down her arms, feeling her shiver under my touch.

I kissed her neck, her shoulders, her breasts... each inch of her body. She moaned softly, her head falling back. I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, feeling it harden under my tongue. She gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair.

I dropped my pants, and she got on her knees, taking me in her mouth—soft, warm, wet. I groaned, my hands resting on her head as she moved, taking me deeper. I could feel her tongue swirling around me, her lips tight around my shaft. It was pure bliss.

I laid her on the bed. Her legs opened with trust. I kissed her inner thighs, tasting her. She was trembling under my touch, her hips lifting slightly. I ran my tongue along her folds, feeling her moan and arch her back. I tasted her, explored her with my tongue, feeling her wetness coat my face. She was so responsive, so ready for me.

I entered her slowly, feeling her warmth all around me. Our bodies moved in rhythm—two souls finding shelter in each other. I thrust into her, feeling her tighten around me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. Our breaths mingled, our hearts raced together. It was raw, it was passionate, it was everything.

It was not just sex. It was something deeper. Like our broken parts finally feeling whole.

Afterward, we lay naked, holding each other. No words. Just breath. Just heartbeats. I stroked her hair, feeling her relax against me. She kissed my chest and said, “Thank you for making me feel like a woman again.”

I whispered, “Thank you for bringing me back to life.”