It was my wedding night (Suhaag Raat) and my friends have brought me into the room decorated with silken drapes, red roses & white jasmines. I was very tired after the wedding, so to freshen myself I took a bath and changed into my wedding night saree. As you know this is the night when my husband will overcome all the hesitancy and pleadings from me.
I also knew that he is also a virgin like me. As I sat on the bed, my husband Rohith came to me. He smelled of after-shave, wedding smells- you know, sandalpaste and turmeric. I was a little nervous when he came near me, and I stood up from the bed as was the tradition. He sat on the bed and we talked about the marriage ceremony and the gifts presented to us, and so sweetly Rohith asked if he could kiss me. He stood up and then gently raised my face, kissed gently on my cheek and made me sit on the bed very near to him.
Once seated, he started kissing my eyes and told me that he had been waiting for such an occasion since the day one we had met. We looked at each other and he took my hands to cover them with his own hands and pulled me closer to him. He asked me whether I felt very tired, and if so we could retire to bed and sleep to which I smiled and asked if he was really that tired to sleep… He just winked at me and with a naughty smile came close to me and started kissing me again. I went wild though it was not the first kiss I got from him. He had kissed me quite a few times, after our engagement, whenever we were alone either at home or whenever we went out.
But, this kiss after getting married did do wonders, which I cannot put in words. Even after a gap of about eleven years, the moment I think of the first night, I become so excited and I wish, we had such an occasion every night for years to come. Our lips met and as our tongues met, we started getting tied up in a very passionate kiss. He began caressing my back and my waist, teasing me with his fingertips. My hands rested on his shoulder and I pressed him against me. I felt his hands hugging me around my shoulders and I slowly moved in to enjoy his touch.
He was in a ” kurta pyjama” and I was in a ‘saree’ and we were just hugging each other, kissing each other, without parting our lips, and just sucking on each other’s lips. Then I felt his tongue trying to enter my mouth, parting my lips and I allowed him to explore my mouth. While his tongue was exploring my mouth, I felt his hands trying to slip under the ‘pallu’ of my saree to feel my back, hips, and started to feel my breasts. Meanwhile his lips slowly traced a wet line on my cheeks, traveled down to my chin, and then to my neck, and licked my neck for some time, enjoying the sweet fragrance (emanating because of the special preparations taken by me for the event), and his hands were busy massaging my breasts through my blouse, without removing any piece of our clothing.
I just remained passive, my eyes kept tightly shut, simply enjoying the pleasure of his touch and pressure. When Rohith started undressing me, I was trembling with excitement, and eager as this was the first time I am going to expose my body to a man (even my mother had seen me only in clothes, whenever I requested her for help to shampoo my hair at the time of bathing – I would hide my body in a towel, or at least there would be my bra and panty) and would be seeing a nude male, all live! Rohith removed the the pallu of saree off my shoulders, and let it fall down and the portion, which was inserted into the petticoat, was pulled off and he took it off entirely from my body.
I was standing before him in my petticoat, and my blouse. He gently whistled, and hugged me once again and while we looked into each other’s eyes, began to unbutton my blouse. I watched how his eyes followed his hands from unbuttoning the blouse and slipping it, across my shoulders and down my arm. Now I was in my sexy, lacy, skimpy bra, my firm breasts barely concealed by the flimsy garment. My breasts pushed against my bra, trying to break free. He guided me to the bed and we lay back on the bed. He released the hooks and eased the straps off and the bra fell on to the bed. My small nipples were flushed and rising. His hands slid across to lift my breasts up to his kisses and to caress my breasts. He squeezed it gently.
We both started to breathe deeper. He played with my nipple. He looked at my breasts and I can tell he liked what he saw. My heart began to race. He took a nipple in his mouth and began to suck. GOD THAT FELT SO GOOD! He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, harder than before and again went back to my breasts. His breath on my left nipple made it rise even further to greet him. He kissed the nipple softly and spread his lips over it. Gently he suckled it, while his left thumb encircled my right nipple and he squeezed both firmly. I threw my head back and moaned. My fingers played in his short hair and across his shoulders. He drew his attention to the now aching right breast where he flicked his tongue over the erect nipple.
He swallowed this one more deeply and ran his tongue around the nipple while in his mouth. He did the kissing on the breasts with great enthusiasm. First on the left and then on the right until he felt my body tense and with a slight moan I relaxed. It was my first orgasm on the wedding night and I thought that I had peed in my panties and petticoat. I felt embarrassed. Rohit realized what had happened. “Did you come?” “What is that?” I asked in a lower voice. “It means, dummy, that you had an orgasm.”
“I thought I peed due to my nervousness.” “No, you certainly had an orgasm. Did you enjoy it?” “Yes” I said shyly He released my breasts and his fingers traced a path down my firm stomach and he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my petticoat. His kisses followed the path of his fingers, stopping only to flick his tongue into my navel. He undid the knot on the petticoat. He pulled the string of the petticoat and untied it so that another hurdle is also removed. The touch of his fingers on the fabric of my now exposed lacy panties sent a shiver through me. His hands ran up the sides of my legs, his thumbs trailing across the inside of my thighs. His kisses went lower to the waistband of my lacy wet panties.
I was suddenly aware how warm I was between my legs and imagined he could smell the aroma of my natural perfume. He ran his hands back over my ass and he kissed hard against my wet panties. His fingers hooked into the waistband on the sides and he slowly lowered them over my hips and tight ass. My small pubic hair appeared over the rim of the panties and I parted my legs to allow them to slide down my legs. Once more I lifted one leg, then the other so that he could remove my panties. Rohith then realized that he was fully dressed and started removing the “KurtaPyjama” and he was above me in his briefs, just sporting an obviously big bulge. He lay on me and held me close to him. My breasts pressed into his chest.