The Bride’s Adventure

[NOTE: This is a real sex story. I hope you guys don’t judge me from this once incidence. Hope you guys like it.]

Hi, I am Arushi Sood. I am a 29-year-old Punjabi girl. I am slim, tall, and fair. I am originally from Patiala, Punjab. I am living with my in-laws and my husband in Chandigarh. My husband, Himanshu, is an electronics equipment manufacturer. I am an air hostess with a domestic airliner. Ours is a fairly conservative family and my in-laws generally don’t like it when I have to wear short skirts during my job. But thankfully, my husband is a very open-minded person and understands me completely.

This sex story is almost from a couple of years back. I was a newly wedded bride then. The Mehendi was fresh on my hands and palms while I was still freshly overloaded with all kinds of ornaments. A week had passed since my wedding and I had to join my office the next day.

I got my uniforms ready and got them ironed for the next day. I had to host a flight from Chandigarh to Delhi. My in-laws were starting to get furious by now. They could not imagine their newly wedded ‘bahu’ to walk out in a short and revealing skirt just one week after the marriage. But my husband once again supported me. He tried to convince them.

The next day was the most beautiful day of my life. It changed my perspectives forever.

The Ola Cab arrived on time, as I walked out of the house in a navy-blue short skirt and a tightly wrapped shirt. I also sported a scarf around my neck to complete my perfect attire. The fresh Mehendi peaked out from the sleeves of my shirt. As I was walking out of the main gate, towards the cab, parked right outside, a lot of neighbors and people on the street stopped to stare at me. Haha! Not even the kids spared me.

Everyone wanted to see the newly wedded bride in a short skirt, it seemed. Everyone stared at my fair thighs that peeped from the below of my skirt. They even tried to make an outline of my breasts from the tightness of my shirt, while I enjoyed all of this. I have always loved attention. I quietly sat inside the cab and waived a good-bye to my husband who stood at the gate. And soon the cab went off.

After an hour-long tiring cab journey, the airport arrived and I walked inside. I was greeted by my reporting manager, Nishant. As I was walking inside, every colleague of mine greeted me and wished me a happy married life. A few of them also gifted me a bouquet of flowers. I was actually feeling like a princess. My flight was scheduled for the evening. I still had 4 hours left. I made myself comfortable on the sofa at the assembly area. And soon Nishant walked in again.

“Arrey, Arushi! Why are you tiring yourself out sitting here? Abhi 4 ghante hai tumhari flight mein. Go and have some rest in the lounge. ” He spoke without looking at me.

“Nahi, I am fine here. It is okay Nishant, sir.” I replied.

Nishant left soon and I got up to move to the washroom. As I entered the washroom corridor, I looked around and it was completely silent. There was no one. I needed a steam bath and it was perfectly silent for the same. We had a unisex Steam Bathroom. So both the gents and ladies could enter at the same time. I didn’t have a problem with men entering the steam bathroom with me but I today was a different day. I wanted to be alone for a couple of hours.

I took off my shirt and pulled down my skirt. I looked at myself in the mirror. Oh, my God, I looked hot. If I was a man, I would have fucked myself, right now! LOL! I was left only in a pair of panties and a bra. I entered the Steam Room and sat down on the couch that was kept in one corner of the room. The room was slowly getting filled with warm steam and I was just starting to get relaxed. And suddenly, the door creaked open. And! Nishant walked in.

Nishant was a 33-year-old, sturdy looking man. He was a married Bengali man. He was not as fair as I am, but he looked smart. He had a dark mustache and a light layer of beard which was neatly trimmed.

Nishant was equally shocked to see me, as I was on seeing him. I stood up in horror and we both didn’t speak for the next couple of seconds. Nishant was standing in just a pair of boxers and nothing else. His manhood was easily visible from the shape of the boxers. He looked at me from top to bottom, as if scanning me.

Although, I have taken a steam bath with a lot of men in the airport. It was very normal for all of us. But it felt completely different today. It came back to me that I was now a married woman. And it felt all so awkward now. I gathered my towel and covered myself and began to walk out of the steam room. But, just as I was about to walk out, Nishant pulled my hand.

“Kya ho gaya, Arushi?” He spoke in a confident manner.

“Kuch nahi, sir. Aap steam bath le lijiye, mai aapke baad kar lungi.” I spoke in wavy voice.

“Kyu? Mujhe koi problem nahi hai, Arushi. Why are you acting so awkward? Come let us talk for a while. Sharmao mat, Arushi.” Nishant tried to make me feel more comfortable.

This is what I liked about Nishant, sir. He never flirted with anyone in the office. He made every woman feel secure around him.

I came back and sat down in one corner. He sat at a little distance from me. We kept silent for a few minutes and then he broke the silence.

“So, Arushi, how has your marriage been so far? I mean, excitement toh hogi hi. Nayi nayi shaadi hui hai.”

“Ha! Abhi toh time bhi spend nahi kar paye hai utna. Ek week hi hua hai bas. Ghar pe guests ka aana jaana laga hua hai. Upar se abhi office join karna padh gaya.” I replied. I was now beginning to get more comfortable.

“Why? Suhaagraat mein toh enjoy kiya hi hoga? Hahahahah!” He laughed like a child.

I kept silent. I was getting blushed like anything.

“I am sorry, Arushi. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Actually…” He spoke looking more serious. I cut him short.

“Nahi, sorry ki koi baat nahi hai! Actually, there have been a lot of guests coming down to meet us. Ghar mein zada rooms bhi nahi hai. So we are not having a lot of privacy at the moment. Haha!” I smiled as I spoke.

“Oh! I shall consider myself lucky to see the goddess, even before her own husband.” He gave out an evil smile as he spoke.

“Haha! Yeah.” I was confused, as to how to react.

Suddenly, Nishant sir shifted near me and kept his hands on top of mine and looked straight into my eyes. I didn’t react. It felt as if I was getting slaved by his confidence and personality.

I was shocked by now. Nishant sir has never behaved like this. But I don’t know why even I didn’t feel like stopping him. It was as if, I was now starting to get attracted to him. I smiled and touched his boxers and felt his manhood getting hard. Nishant pushed me over the couch and got on top of me. He kissed me softly. It was for the first time in my life, that I was getting touched by a man.

I was a virgin and have never even kissed a guy in my life. And right now, I was getting laid by married Bengali man, just one week after my own marriage. Nishant was kissing me very passionately. Our tongues met inside and we exchanged our saliva. We were drooling in the warm steam that surrounded us. We both were wet from the steam and our bodies slid against each other as we played together. I completely surrendered myself to Nishant.

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Nishant slid his hands inside my bra and pressed the breasts. There were wet with both sweat and steam. His other hand was inside my panties. He lightly fingered my vagina, which was clean shaved. He then got up and pulled me closer. He removed my bra and threw them on the floor. He then gently straightened my legs and pulled out my panties and brought them closer to his nose and sniffed them. I smiled. He then untied his boxer, which fell down on their own. And his manhood jumped up in excitement.

I touched his penis with sheer curiosity. I have never seen a real penis. I have only seen them in porn movies. He laid beside me and fondled with my boobs. He kissed them and licked the nipples which were contrastingly darker than the rest of my body. He softly bit into my boobs while one of his hands was constantly busy over my vagina. After a couple of minutes, he got down to my vagina and spread my legs wide.

He got close to it and licked the outer walls of my neatly shaved pussy. His beard was brushing against my smooth skin. He put his tongue deep inside my pussy and was sucking it passionately. He was licking all the juices that gushed out. He fingered me for a good fifteen minutes and sucked me real good. And I came on a man’s face for the first time in my life. I squirted. A stream of cum sprayed all over his face as I laughed. He then spread the walls of my pussy and was amazed at what he saw next.

“Arushi! You are a virgin?” Nishant was shocked.

“Yes!” I blushed.

“Fuck! You are too hot to be a virgin, Arushi! how is that even possible? And I really cannot believe, that I am so lucky to meet a virgin goddess like you.”

I pushed his head into my vagina again. My pinkish hymen was clearly visible to him. It was intact. My seal was unbroken and it was a sign of my chastity and virginity. In India, virginity was considered a sign of purity for a woman. And Nishant was enjoying with a pure woman. And after this day, I will never be pure again.

Nishant then got up and sat straight. I rested my head on his lap. He brushed his hand on my forehead. And wiped my sindoor clean with his hands.

“Why have you stopped Nishant, sir? Don’t you want to go any further?” I spoke. I was completely in the flow now.

“I just don’t want to rush things, Arushi! It will be your first time. And I am lucky to be the one to fuck you for the first time. I want to make it special. I want you to remember this day for the rest of your life. And Arushi, please do not call me sir. You are spoiling it. Just call me Nishant.” He winked at me as he spoke.

My respect for him grew even more. In India, people just pound on a girl. But this guy was not selfish. He did not want to enjoy alone. He also wanted me to enjoy it.

I got up and kissed Nishant. It was now my turn. I wanted to be his slut. I wanted to be the whore, he deserved. I kissed him very softly. I got down and bent on my knees, I kissed his penis, which was hard as an iron rod. I pulled the skin back and licked the muscles inside. I pulled his skin completely back and put it inside my mouth. I have seen people giving blowjob in porn movies. I wanted to do the same with Nishant. I looked into Nishant’s eyes and thrust his penis into my throat.

He moaned in pleasure and I felt proud to be the woman in charge. I was humping my head back and forth as he enjoyed my services. His eyes were closed and drop by drop, his pre-cum was dripping on my tongue. It tasted like soap water. A little sour and a little salty. I had never tasted semen before.

Suddenly, he pulled his penis out from my mouth and grabbed my hair. He then let out a warm shower of sperms over my face. It felt warmer than the steam that was all around us. My face was completely dirty now. But I have never felt cleaner than this. My soul was the most satisfied right now. He then held my hands and pulled them closer to his mouth and softly kissed them.

“Wow! Your hands look so beautiful, Arushi! The Mehendi looks just perfect.” Nishant spoke again.

“Thank you, Nishant,” I replied with a smile.

My Mehendi was fresh. It was constantly reminding me about my marriage. I was a married woman now. I shouldn’t be doing this. But strangely, there was no guilt inside me. I knew I was doing wrong but I did not want to stop. I wanted to go on.

Nishant got up again and we laid down on the wet floor. It was completely foggy around us. Steam was dense. And we both were committing a sin amid that steam. Nishant spread open my legs again and this time, he brought his penis closer to my vagina. I was now nervous, as my face straightened. But Nishant handled everything like a mature. He slowly entered me.

He gently forced his penis through my vaginal hole and I kept quiet in nervousness. I began to feel a soft pain as I bent my body. He was slowly pushing his penis into my pussy and suddenly it was in. My purity was stolen. I was no longer a virgin. He took out his penis and I saw it covered with a thin layer of blood from my hymen. I was feeling spent. Nishant wiped the blood on my vagina with a tissue and wiped my penis too. He then bent over me and humped on top of me as his hard penis entered my pussy. We had a rocking sex.

My wedding bangles were juggling against each other and were making noise as he made thrusts on top of me. We tried a lot of positions. We did a doggy style. We did a cowgirl. And we finished with a missionary. I was having the best time of my life. He came inside me. And we both came together. He was exhausted by now. And I was satisfied too. I could feel the warm sperm inside my vagina.

As he took his penis out, sperms flowed out from around my vagina. I grabbed another tissue to clean myself. But Nishant stopped me.

“Arushi! I know I am being selfish. But can you give me another blowjob? I have never had such an amazing blowjob ever in my life. Not even from my wife.” He spoke with a childish naughtiness.

“Of course, Nishant!”

I bent down like an obedient child and took hold of his penis and started the job. I gave him another hot blowjob and he came real quick this time. This time he came into my mouth and I drank it all. I felt really proud to have satisfied a man more than his own wife.

It was over. We both got up and cleaned ourselves and went for a shower. I realized I had missed my flight. We had been having sex for almost 4 hours now. But I didn’t regret a bit. There are a few experiences that are way too precious and stay with you forever.

In the evening I found out that Nishant had planned a surprise party for my marriage celebrations. Everyone was there with their family. Even Nishant’s wife had come. She looked beautiful too. And she was a nice person as well. Nishant introduced me to his wife.

It has been 2 and a half years since that incidence now. Nishant and I have never talked about it. We have kept it a secret. I have never had sex with anyone else except my husband. I hope you guys enjoy the sex story without judging me.