It’s A One Time Thing

Mostly all those who’ll be reading this story are Indians so they must know of Indian couples and their marriage rules and blah blah blah. My story begins around these lines of rules. When I was 23 years old, damn my mom started nagging me about my marriage. I mean shit, marriage, fuck me. Then started their emotional black-mailing and all those ‘I want to see my grand-child before we die’. Eventually after one year I gave up. I only agreed because I thought I will go to fuck a girl in my bed every day but seeing my parents I was also worried as if we were going to be like that, also in how much time.

I used to think about the virginity of my wife but as we were living in Delhi that time so I knew that there were slightest chance of that happening. Mind you I did not had a girlfriend with reasons like I was and still am not handsome to girls plus all my time used to spent in studies or porn or movies etc…you know typical teenager stuff. And the most important thing was that if that girl is having a boyfriend or lover, admit it nobody wants to be murdered by their wife’s lover as I see in news every week. I am c Chartered Accountant so money is not a biggie for me. I earn modestly so I knew that parents of that girl will not be having any objection in this area. Moving on to my figure, I joined gym for that and gained myself some toned muscled and reduced my fat so to look like decent. Now for that lover thing I developed a policy to get the girl to tell me first handed.

Coming to my first meeting with a girl, we went to Metro walk in Rithala. Their parents were good but uff that girl was a bitch. When I saw into her eyes I understood right there that she was ridiculed by me but for rituals I talked to her for some time. Frankly I told her that I am not her price charming and furthermore some lectures and finally the proposal was rejected. I kinda celebrated there in that McD. I was left for almost two weeks after that. Then again we went to see another girl. She was sexy too plus modest in my eyes so then remained the issue of her lover. So when we were alone I packed up my plan on her. I told her that I met a boy in the parking who was telling me to reject you and some other emotional bullshit. I was observing the flicker in her eyes at that time so I knew my plan was working. I just asked her that if that guy was just a stalker or more than that for her. She didn’t reply so I knew they ‘love/like’ whatever each other. Keeping in mind that girl was forced to get married I carefully told her parents that she is a great girl but we didn’t click. They were confused at my answer and my mom started nagging me again so I just told her to think about my whole life’s stake. We left from there. I made a good friend in that girl from that day. We still are friends. After two rejections my mom got in her hyper mode and started calling those gossip aunties which are so eager to get everyone married. She got four offers in two days. I was sick to attend four meetings so I told mom to get the photo and some info on girls and their family. I gave them to my friends, yup my friends. I don’t know how but they dig up the info on those girls. One was found to be a mean bitch that only cared about money. Second was good but had a number of boyfriends. Third was simple and sober, had two boyfriends till now. She was a C.S. Fourth one had only one boyfriend long ago the only complicated thing about her was that her parents were rich that us and she was used to excessive luxury than I could afford. I used to take up on only third girl but mom said that fourth is to be included too.

In defeat I agreed and thus we reached the third girl’s house for meeting. She was just like I knew she would be. She was an ideal for the girl I could marry, not that I loved her or anything but she was just a compromise for marrying someone. We didn’t clicked or anything. It was just that she could take good care of me and my parents for that matter. What more could I ask from her? She was just peaceful and quiet like me. But still I was hitching to agree. This time fortunately my mom agreed with me. She wanted to explore our fourth option too. So next day we went to their house. It was in Paschim Vihar. Seeing that BMW in their drive way I knew that girl has to be someone who is definitely not going to like me anyhow. Chances were that she would be a nagging bitch and after seeing that I am not so handsome or like that she will reject me immediately. After seeing her parents in great condition I doubted that they will be the one rejecting me first which will leave option no. 3.

I was a bit nervous under the scrutinizing glares of their parents. I was a bit relaxed when my mom started to relax the mood. They were chit chatting with each other when she came, Neha.
She looked at me for the first time and I felt like burying myself in that smooth sofa. I couldn’t read the look in her eyes so I didn’t know if she liked me or not, possible not of course. I just kept looking around their house and kept replying their answers. After some time we were left alone to talk with each other and I dreaded and sweated in my clothes. I couldn’t talk. Hell I never talked to previous girls before too. I just kept looking around avoiding her gaze.
We didn’t talk. After some time both families came and we took their leave. I rested that night. Hopefully that mom will leave me alone for now. From the next morning, mom and dad started analyzing the pros and cons of option no. 3 and 4. It’s weird that when it comes to marriage, women are best analyzer like a professional. I didn’t interfere. I just wanted to get this over with. In two hours, my fate was decided. No.3 was good but still due to my future prospects, no.4 was chosen provided they accepted it. That day I prayed for them to deny. In the office, I got no call from mom so I was relieved that they had denied so with happy face I returned home. Nothing seems to change in the house so I was confirmed. At dinner time, mom dropped the bomb. And fuck my fate, they fucking agreed. And from that day I was doomed. So much I wanted to run away. So much I wanted to deny but when I saw the smile on my mom’s face and that eagerness with which dad planned my wedding I couldn’t. I knew I had to tolerate her bitchiness and maybe I’ll be sad in that marriage but still I agreed and let the nature took its course. I used to find myself dragged in the ceremonies. I saw her too. She was not so happy too. Well what could I do? At least I got an Apple laptop in dowry.

And then came my wedding night. When I entered my room, I only saw her sitting on the bed in her dress. I sweated but still I move forward to her because all those vows meant something to me now. When I unveiled her, I looked in her eyes. I could clearly see that she was not ready plus a bit upset. I knew she must hate me for wedding her. I could feel my heart breaking at these thoughts. I knew my wedding is done but keeping my sadness to me, I looked at her and smile.
“You can take the bed, I’m sleeping on floor.” I told her and before she could react, I just took one pillow and hid myself at the edge of the bed so that she couldn’t see me. I felt so fucking badly at that moment. I buried my face in that pillow and kept myself awake to thoughts. Somehow I slept. Next morning, I couldn’t see her and that look she gave me that night. We left for her house next day for that ritual. I didn’t talk to her. In her house, her relatives hurried her to her room and then start the moment of torturing me from my sister-in-laws. I just smiled. That day passed normally. In the night again, before she could come out of the bathroom, I made myself comfortable on the floor again. This happened for one more day as next day was our honeymoon in Kerala. When we reached there, as obvious we had only one room but I didn’t want to sleep on floor this time so I asked her if she wanted to get another room. She didn’t reply so I instantly took her silence as a yes. Managed was confused when we asked for another room, who could blame him. We used to roam around together. Sometimes we used to brush each other or our hands touched. I could sense that I was getting aroused by her but my bad luck that I couldn’t even touch her like a husband.

As obvious it rained in Kerala. So one day she drenched in rain. I could see other man seeing her body. I was so jealous at that time. I immediately covered her with my coat. We took a taxi and went to hotel. The whole way I didn’t look at her for obvious reasons.
“Thanks.” She suddenly said when we parted for our rooms. I just smiled and went in. at dinner, I remembered seeing her body in rain and in that thought I ate something chilly. And in instant response, I started huffing for water. Suddenly my hand stopped mid-air when her dam of laughing broke down. She laughed so hard at me. First time I saw her laughing. In that moment I kept drinking the water and eventually some escaped my mouth. She laughed hard again. I surrendered my head in embarrassment. In lift, due to crowd, I was pressing into her. I got hard as expected. At the partition she stopped and looked at me for some time.
“Kuch chahiye?” I asked her. She shook her head and looked at me again.
“If you want, hum honeymoon mana sakte hain.” She told me somewhat blushing and nervously. This time I laughed at her and said “Goodnight.” As tempting was that offer, I couldn’t agree and jerked myself to porn. Next morning we were back to our old self. We kept walking in the markets. I saw some Gajras. I knew it was a good thing to wear that in Kerala so I brought two for her. I didn’t gave her them, just somehow slipped them into her shopping bags. Next morning I left for flight, to my surprise she was wearing that Gajra. She looked so elegant in that.
“Thanks for these.” She said pointing to them. I nodded and we boarded the flight. When we reached our home, I made myself in the floor as always. Next morning when I woke up, I felt something under my arms. When my sleep faded, I saw her sleeping there with me. My arms were snaked around her waist and her on my chest. Before I could remove her, she woke up and realized where she was. Her cheeks went red and she bolted up.

“Sorry.” She said climbing up the bed. I had a morning wood so I hid it and went to bathroom and got ready. That day for the first time I ate pasta in breakfast. And guess what, she made it. I felt happy that day. I could live happily like that with her without anymore. Maybe this wedding this wasn’t such a bad thing. That night I suddenly remembered her sleeping in my arms. I got hard so I was just trying to jerk off on the floor when I felt the bed creaking. Damn, this is not good. I was so close and hard. I closed my eyes and kept to down the erection. I felt footsteps and some warmness on my face. After a second, I felt her snuggling up to me. In fear I jerked away from her.

“I’m… I was just…” she stopped without meeting my gaze. After a minute she climbed her bed. I couldn’t take that silence so I finally asked “Were you doing this every day to me?”
She looked at me out of her covers and replied “Just not on the first night.” With nervousness like she was caught stealing.
“Why?” I asked in confusion.
She blushed before replying “i don’t like sleeping alone. Mom used to sleep with me.’
This time i laughed hard until she hit me with a pillow in my face and surrendered me to the ground.
“Sorry. Are you hurt?” She asked with a hint of worry in her voice. I felt so good at that time that i can’t describe. I realized that she is still like a baby, so innocent. Now was the time for main question.
“So what do you want to do now? You can wait until i’ asleep to sleep with me.” I told her. She looked amused and smiled.
“Or you can come up and we can share the bed” she replied taking the breath out of my lungs.
I asked to confirm her. She nodded so i slowly climbed my bed to her side. I maintained a distance between us and closed my eyes.
“Abhishek?” She whispered.
“Hmmm! I asked.
“I want to see that new movie. If you are free tomorrow then can we go?”
I smiled at her innocence and nodded. That was the best thing i did because us earned me a kiss on my cheek.
“Thanks.” She said closing her eyes. I drifted to sleep immediately after that. Next day we went to see the harry potter movie. Well to tell you the truth i had already seen it so i was bored and kept staring at her. When we were leaving, her friend bumped into us. By the looks of her, i knew she wasn’t happy to take me as the hubby if her friend. We went to a coffee shop and they kept chatting. After some time, i went to loo. When i returned, i found them arguing about something and when i reached them, she just grabbed my hand and took me out of there after paying. The whole way she was fuming. I was certain i didn’t do anything wrong.
“What happened?” I asked breaking her reverie. She didn’t reply. She went to bathroom when her phone buzzed. It was a message from her same friend. In curiosity i opened it with her lock. I mean seriously who take their password for their name. It’s so easy to guess. When i read that, i felt two emotions….insult and happy. Apparently her friend said that i wasn’t good enough for het and was apologizing. I placed her phone back. When she came and read it, she got angrier.
“Why did you read it?” She asked pointing the phone. Damn, i was caught.
“I was just” i said nothing more.
“I’m sorry. She’s just too much.” She replied. Before i could stop myself, i slipped out “but she’s right.” to her.

She stood there dumbfounded… i lost my mood there and lay in the floor to sleep. I couldn’t this time. Maybe after mid night, i sensed her snuggling to me.
“Sorry.” She mumbled thinking I’m sleep. I didn’t open my eyes, just kept my eyes closed.
“I know you are not asleep but just keep your eyes closed, okay?” She told me.
“I know our marriage is not normal but it isn’t because you are not good enough. It’s just that i didn’t want to get married so early. So I was angry at you. You are a very good person. I’m just new at this wife thing so you have to be patient with me.” She said and nuzzled her face in the crook of my neck.

“Goodnight.” She mumbled before drifting back to sleep. That night I watched her breathing in and out. And yes I even pressed her boobs too. They were extremely soft like my finger could bury in them. Without thinking, I put my hand on her waist and closed my eyes.
Next morning was again normal. She cooked me breakfast and left for office. In the evening, she took me to C.P. This time she took my hand in hers and we walk. Whenever she used to walk ahead of me, I just used to stop and stare at her swaying ass. Even in that saree, her ass was so sexy. Every second she was making me horny for her. I could have raped her there.
When we reached our home, we went directly to our room. I was tired so out of habit I laid on my bed. When she climbed up, then I realized my mistake so I started going down to the floor when she stopped me.
“Sleep here.” She told me pointing to the bed. I didn’t mind. I just covered myself in a blanket and hid my erection. That night, I felt something sweet in my dream…something making me smile breaking me out of my reverie. She was there close to me, kissing. I didn’t backed but kept going. My hands reached her ass. She didn’t flinch so I pressed it. It’s softness made me moan in her mouth.
“You really like it ha?” she asked breaking the kiss. I nodded my head and pulled her close to me.
“You can stop now if you want to. If we keep going then I won’t stop this time.” I joked with her. She didn’t move, tracing the lines of my cheek she leaned in closer. I measured her body from her ass to her boobs. I kept pressing them more and more. Reaching the hem of her gown, I pulled it off slowly. She was in her red bra and panty. I showed an instant erection at the scene. I knew this is so much better than porn. I pulled the string of her bra and released her boobs. They had pink areolas, they still do. I licked them both turn wise. She trembled in my hands at my motion.

“You are so…. good.” I told her after tasting her boobs. She pulled my head down to her boobs and pressed me between her cleavage. From porn, I knew I had to lick her to pleasure her more. Tickling her calves with my tongue, I slowly reached her Mons. I caressed them some more but didn’t touched her panty. From the look on her face, I was succeeding.
“Just how much porn do you see?” she asked moaning. I didn’t reply but just clenched the string of her panty with my teeth and pulled it down. She was shaved. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistening. Her smell was like a hundred tons of ice-cream. I traced her boundary with my tongue to relax her. She clenched my hair and pull me down. My nose touched her pussy first. I licked the lines of her clit making her moan and moan. Her grip on my head tightened. Penetrating her pussy, my tongue entered her. That was her limit. We both stay still panting hard. After a minute, she looked at me smiling and moved her hand down to my cock. After releasing it from my boxers, she stroked it hard. I had no intention of forcing her to blow me so I kept quiet and enjoyed the moment. Gaining some strength, I released myself from her grip and positioned me on her pussy.

“Are you…” I asked hinting her. She nodded her agreement so I pushed forward. By her restricted mound, I could tell that it was her first too so I carefully took myself to her hymen. Now this is where the porn part is very useful. I reached her mouth and kissed her more. To build up her climax, I teased her boobs. Licking her earlobes, I nuzzled her neck to prepare her for penetration. When she was high, I pushed into her. By that dizzy feeling, I knew I popped her cherry. Her shout buried in my mouth. I stood still to make her comfortable to me. Her red face relaxed so I started the back and forth motion into her. I kept caressing her cheeks to smoothen her pain. It was the least I could do for the feeling that she was giving me. My cock felt like It was moving in a warm cake with lots of cream. Well to tell you more, it was my first time too so I was hurting a bit but not more than her.

“I will love you more and more.” I whispered in her ear licking her earlobe once more. She smiled and gripped my back to push me more deep in her. Then it was the last thing to do our release together. I was close so I slowed down myself and attended her. My licking and sucking was proving to be useful as I felt her walls contracting on my cock like I used to read in stories. I paced my motions and I pushed deep into her. After fifteen seconds she went numb in my arms and we came together. Only after that we came to senses to get our breath. Her face glowed in aftermath. I know it sounded silly but it her face really glowed. Her boobs heaving and rising in front of me was a scene to have.

“So we got to do it again right?” I asked from her to relax the mood. She smiled and hit my chest in mockery.
“A kiss, I asked from her. Her smile widened as she leaned close to do it. And that was all for that day. We woke up in the midst of our strained covers and smelling bed. She was a little sore down there but it made me proud somehow that I was the reason. I pulled her into my arms and ran a shower for her. First time we showered together. I cleaned her pussy a bit from blood. She was walking a little bow-legged so I was dreading for my parents not to see it. I told her to get out of the room only if necessary. She didn’t listen to me, she still don’t. I mean she did listen to what I’m saying but she always did the right thing. She kissed me bye on the door and whispered in my ear “I love you too.”