A Wedding To Remember Pt 02

(This picks up right where the last one left off, kindly refer to it for character details and introductions. This focuses on Aisha, I might write another piece focusing on Rhea)

Wedding guest pt 2

While I would not find out about these events until later, after leaving me satisfied and snoring, Aisha still wasn't done for the night. The cool night air played with her hair as she contemplated her rapidly arriving married life. She had all intention of enjoying it just as much as she could. And she wasn't going to waste a single night. Not even tonight.

She crept into Rohan's room. She had made sure to keep a master keycard from the hotel staff, with the bride's privileges. Rohan had been tossing and turning for quite a while and the duvet was on the floor, but he was gently snoring. She caressed him, and his body responded involuntarily. She had his pants off as he turned to one side, and lay down beside him.

Rohan came groggily back to awakening with an extremely pleasurable feeling surrounding his cock. He was used to this, and Aisha liked her games. He blinked and looked at his beautiful bride-to-be, and moaned quietly. She was stroking him, faster and faster now that he had awakened. His cock was pouring off pre-cum, and it lathered under her able hands as she twirled around his cock-head, swirling below his foreskin, pushing against the opening, all things which she knew would drive him insane.

She slowly moved up to straddle him, the moonlight illuminating her face, and Rohan was suddenly wide awake. He began bucking his hips in rhythm with her. As she saw that he was getting close, she abruptly clamped down on the base of his dick. He whimpered. "Aisha please"

She smiled and opened her mouth with sultry half-lidded eyes holding his attention. In the pale moonlight, he could see her tongue swirling around cum. Cum he knew not to be his own. His hips bucked wildly, begging for release. He begged her with his eyes, his body, his careless whimpers. To no avail. She gulped down the cum, audibly appreciating her pleasure.

She leaned down and kissed him. He was helpless. Once he might have been angry, but slowly she had moulded him to her will. He knew that he would cum when she would want him to. He softened slowly and embraced her.

"You'll be the death of me" He closed his eyes, hips twitching.

"Tomorrow dearest, didn't we promise no cumming till the wedding night?" Aisha teased.

All Rohan could do was whine in reply.

--

The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting a soft, golden glow over the sprawling lawns of the family estate. It was the morning of Rohan and Aisha's wedding, and the air was thick with anticipation. The haldi ceremony was about to begin, a vibrant and joyous tradition where the bride and groom are smeared with turmeric paste, a symbol of good luck and prosperity.

Aisha, radiant in a yellow silk lehenga, was getting ready with her bridesmaids. I was helping out to get all the decorations set up. As I handed Aisha a small, wrapped package, I winked conspiratorially. "Something special for the reception," I whispered.

Aisha's face lit up with curiosity, but she played along, feigning nonchalance. "Oh? What is it?" she teased, taking the package and tucking it away in her bag.

The haldi ceremony was a colourful spectacle, filled with music, laughter, and the sweet aroma of turmeric. Rohan and Aisha sat side by side on a decorated platform, as their loved ones poured turmeric paste onto their bodies. The paste was believed to cleanse the skin and bring good luck to the newlyweds. Since there were so many people around, we didn't try anything too forward, but I did surreptitiously cop a few feels of her pliable ass while photos were being taken.

After the haldi, I suggested that we go for a swim in the nearby pool to clean off. Aisha, always up for a bit of fun, agreed. As they changed into their swimsuits, I couldn't help but admire Aisha's figure. She was a vision of beauty, with her long, dark hair and her sparkling eyes. While she was passing me, Aisha quietly handed me something. I went into the showers to change and saw that what she had given me were her lacy black panties, soaked with her juices.

I took a sniff of that rich aroma. Rohan walked in at this moment and saw this. He didn't quite recognise the panties, I could tell, and he assumed I'd hooked up with someone else. "Dude nice! I'm glad I could wingman for you" He laughed.

"I guess I should thank you for making this happen" I joshed along with him. We changed and then stepped out towards the pool.

The sun tempered itself with clouds as Aisha and I splashed each other, our laughter echoing through the air. I darted around the pool, dodging Aisha's playful attempts to drench me. No slouch myself, countered with a splash of my own, sending a cascade of water over her head.

We began playfully grabbing at each other, and under this pretense basically groping each other. I inadvertently would miss her shoulder and grab her soft breasts, while she would somehow find herself grinding up her ass against my hardening cock.

Rohan, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. He had always been close to Aisha, and the thought of her being so comfortable and flirtatious with another man was unsettling. He tried to hide his feelings, but his furrowed brow and tightened jaw betrayed his inner turmoil.

As the water fight continued, Aisha's laughter grew louder and more infectious. I, sensing Rohan's discomfort, couldn't resist teasing him. "Come on, Rohan, join in the fun!" he shouted, splashing water towards him. Rohan hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "I'm good," he replied, his voice sounding a bit too forced.

Aisha noticed Rohan's reluctance and swam over to him. "What's wrong, Rohan?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern. Rohan tried to brush off her question, but Aisha was persistent. "You seem upset," she said softly. "Is it something I did?"

Rohan hesitated before admitting the truth. "I'm just a little jealous," he confessed. "Seeing you and Anuj having so much fun together makes me feel a bit left out."

Aisha was surprised by Rohan's admission. She hadn't realized that he was feeling jealous. She reached out and took his hand. "You know? It was his cum that I was drinking today." Rohan goggled at her. He was expecting her to console him, but instead, she was whispering details of last night into his ear, and his cock began hardening in spite of him. She noticed this, smirking. "This is getting you hard, isn't it? He's going to fuck me today. I might even let you watch" She added with a devilish smile.

Rohan jumped into the pool to hide his boner, his blushing embarrassment, and his confused conflation of the two. He was getting increasingly turned on but the idea of Aisha fucking someone else. And not just anyone but Rohan's best friend. He was confused but very horny.

As Aisha returned to the pool, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of anticipation. As she continued to play with me, she couldn't wait for the events of later that day.

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Aisha wore a beautiful sea-green gown hemmed with midnight black which hugged her curves deliciously. The dark green accentuated the deep caramel of her skin gorgeously. The cool crisp night air blew across the estate. They were up on stage, greeting an endless procession of relatives and well-wishers came up to give their blessings. Aisha would bow down to touch the elders' feet every once in a while, and when she dipped down precariously low, the silhouette of the plug that I had given her, buried in her ass poked out against the dress. It would be unremarkable if you didn't know just what you were looking for.

I would pulse it every once in a while and keep it on a low setting throughout. As the night wore on, the combination of the continuous stimulation, with the exertions of the day was starting to have an effect on her. A slightly glazed expression came across her face.

I stepped it up a notch, and she squirmed suddenly as she was accepting a bouquet from an elderly man. A soft clearly sexually charged noise escaped her lips involuntarily. The man noticed, a curious expression flitted across his face, but then they stood for a photograph. I was off to the side, and I could see that horny old goat take this opportunity to stroke her ass as the photo was being taken. I pulsed the vibe, and she crossed and uncrossed her legs desperately, pushing her ass up against the hand and stroking it. The man lingered for like five photographs before he was pulled down by his wife.

She shot me a look mixed with anger and lust. Well, what did she expect with me handling the remote to a vibrator jammed deep in her ass. I let it off for a bit, as the next wave of guests hit the podium to take the photos with the happy couple.

After a while, she whispered to Rohan, and he politely made noises that let them off for a break. Her eyes found mine, and I headed up to her. I helped her get off the podium like a gentleman and pulsed the vibe with the remote held in my other hand like a devil. She stumbled into me, "I'm going to fucking kill you" she whispered breathlessly.

We looked around quickly to see if anyone would see us walking in and then entered the bridal suite. We went into the bathroom and locked the door, and she basically tore my clothes off at that point.

She hungrily devoured my lips, and I kissed her back with equal passion. The blinds were pulled down and the lights were low. Her cleavage spilt out of the heavy lehenga, and the heavy gold girded around her lips glinted in the low light. I kissed her, smearing her makeup in the process, giving slow kisses from the angle of her mouth to the side of her neck and then further tracing her shoulders. I buried my face in her breasts, soaking up the scent of her sweat.

She traced the lines of my muscles, biting her lower lip. I tried to find a way into her voluminous lehenga so I could get to her pussy, but it was proving to be a difficult endeavour. She half-smilingly looked on, lazily tugging at my cock as I sifted through what seemed like interminable layers of clothing. Finally, an opening. I dived in. It felt like the lehenga swallowed me, I swear. I essentially disappeared into the folds.

I felt like I was in a world purely of her sex. The erotic musk of her juices surrounded me. Her soft skin was all around me. Her thighs jiggled against my mouth as I gave slow lazy love bites on my way up. My fingers explored ahead of my mouth. A thin thong covered her mound, I supposed because of all the clothing, she went light on underwear. It barely held in place a thrumming vibe that was pulsing inside her. With every pulse, drops of her pussy juice would leak around the plug and drip onto my face.

Unbeknownst to me, at this point, the doorbell rang. Aisha was swimming in a heady mix of the pulses from her ass punctuated by the delicious mix of pain and pleasure from my efforts. The bell rang insistently. She had a devious idea. She rearranged herself in the mirror, her face not betraying a single emotion, except when the spirit would take her exceptionally well, and a soft moan might escape. She steeled herself and got up to go to the door.

Immersed as I was in the experience, I felt her get up and move, and I began to shift accordingly, unwilling to exit the lehenga just yet. I teased her ass with my fingers and found it to be surprisingly pliable. When I stretched the rosebud of her asshole with my index, as I attacked her clit with my tongue, I was greeted with spurts of her cum glazing my face and chest. I pulled the thong to one side, and her walking, well, shimmying movements and she moved made the plug move slightly in and out.

Aisha gasped as she felt a finger tapping her asshole, making it burn with need. This wasn't something she had ever experienced, but the heady events of the last few days were making her consider if she wanted Anuj to ravage her ass as well. She felt the plug fuck her gently, and not for the first time that day, she wished it was Anuj's hard cock that was pulsing into her.

She opened the door and froze. It was her mother-in-law, and she bustled in with her usual non-nonsense attitude. "Come in, come in Aisha, sit down, I need to talk to you." I picked this moment to delve my tongue into the folds of Aisha's pussy, and tease her clit from below. She crossed her legs around my head, locking me into place. She made a non-commital noise, and shimmyed back, sitting on the edge of the bed. I followed her dutifully, hidden underneath the massive spread of the lehenga.

If Sneha Aunty noticed anything unusual, she did not let on. She was rather more distracted by what was on her mind. Aisha sat with her head bowed, not trusting her face to stay still, as I pounced upon her pussy with reckless abandon. I kissed her thighs and despite herself, she opened up, letting me loose at her nectar. I let a series of love bites down her inner thighs as Sneha Aunty began pontificating about the duties of a daughter-in-law at their house.

I suppose Sneha Aunty wanted to have a heart-to-heart with her daughter-in-law, and she had noted Aisha walking into her room and took this chance to do it. To be honest, I don't remember much of what she was saying, and neither did Aisha, we were too busy trying not to get caught while the risk of it all heightened the pleasure.

Aisha began breathing heavily. as I felt her orgasm building up. I couldn't get my fingers into her without making it obvious, so I desperately began trying to fuck her with my tongue. I gave wide sweeps across her pussy lips, pushing her clit and eliciting quiet subdued moans from her. Sneha Aunty made worried noises, doubtless thinking this was a new bride overcome with emotion, and came and sat beside Aisha.

She clasped her in a side hug, and that was the moment Aisha came all over my face, her body convulsing with the force of her building orgasm. She bit her lip but soft moans still escaped.

"Beta you take some time to gather yourself and then come out, accha?" Sneha Aunty clucked worryingly, and tubbed Sneha's back, before making her way out of the room. As I heard the door click, I surfaced from below the voluminous lehenga.

We looked at each other, my front absolutely drenched in her juices, her makeup running and lipstick smeared from the effort of holding in what must have been a host of sexual noises and burst out laughing. We cleaned up and left after that for the post-reception festivities which would climax on the wedding night.

--

Aisha had smuggled me into the wedding suite. After a whole day of daring sexual escapades, I was more than willing to go along with her. She hid me in the closet, and I whiled away the time on my phone, typing out my diary entry for the day as I waited. The newlyweds entered late after midnight.

I was standing in the confines of the closet, a single luminescent thread cracked open to the outside and afforded me a view of the events. Aisha and Rohan were slowly shedding all the paraphernalia of their wedding dresses. I pulsed the vibrator, now wedged in Aisha's ass every so often, and she would shoot a glare in my direction. A glare that was tempered, nevertheless, with an agonizing lust.

Rohan would move over to show some affection, a kiss on the cheek, or perhaps a hug, every once in a while, but it just seemed so chaste. Like the movements of a man restricted by propriety. I read frustration on Aisha's face, but also, a kind of pleasure? A glint came to her eye when Rohan made his, well call it what it was, supplications to her. And if she granted him a smile, or even a look, he was if not overjoyed, still, more enthusiastic than you would expect.

Aisha gave me a show deliberately, I felt. While Rohan was in the washroom, she elaborately shed off the last pieces of her clothing, the torn thong hanging around her waist like a belly dancer's ornament. She sat on the edge of the bed, looked right at me, and shed all of her layers hiding her true emotions. Pure lust covered her parted mouth, her steaming breath, her eyes half-lidded in passion and her soft moans. She ground the edge of the bed, biting her lower lip, in sync with the pulses emanating from her backdoor. She nodded desperately at me after a few breaths, and I stepped it up using the remote. She began going faster and faster. Rohan came out of the washroom to this sight.

Curiously, instead of going up and holding her, or starting to strum her clit like an air guitar, which would have been my logical next move on seeing this ensemble, Rohan sat between her splayed open legs, with an adoring expression gazing longingly up at her. I began pulsing the vibe to its maximum setting. It didn't take her long then, and she kept her legs wide open to climax wildly, spraying Rohan with a burst of her girl cum. He lapped it up from the air.

I gained an insight into their relationship when Rohan also stepped out of his pyjamas at Aisha's instructions. Why had he put them on in the first place, I supposed maybe because Aisha was keeping it in the air whether they would do it or not. He was hard, painfully so. His expression was one of utter hope, as they switched places. Aisha however, dragged a plush chair next to the bed and sat on it, and slipped into a thick robe.

Rohan clasped his hands behind his back and seemed to be straining to get a glimpse of Aisha's hot body. She leaned back over the plush armchair and put her feet up on the edge of the bed near Rohan's throbbing cock. He started grinding his cock on the sole of her foot. She squirted some lube from a bottle onto her foot and it trickled over Rohan's cock, making his movements more and more frantic. Then as I could see that he was about to come, Aisha threw her robe open, and Rohan let out a loud keening moan. She had grasped his cockhead between her feet at the moment of climax, preventing him from spurting. His face contorted in both pleasure, denial, and lust. She let go after what seemed a long while. His cock softened, and it let out a weak dribble of his cum.

I was so transfixed with the sight of this, that I didn't realise that she was beckoning me out. Rohan was splayed flat on the bed, utterly spent. I edged the door open and walked out to her. She got up as I got close, stepped in the distance and pushed herself up against me. She kissed me as Rohan got up and goggled at the two of us. She ground her pussy against my thigh, clearly putting on a show. I could tell what she was getting at, and what my role was in all of this.

So I stepped to the side, so that my cock was clear across Rohan's face, put my foot up beside him, so he was trapped, and guided his bride to suck my precum off. He couldn't tear his eyes away. Somehow, this made it all the more erotic, that I was not only fucking her on her wedding night, but I was also doing it in front of her newlywed husband. She hungrily devoured my cock, showing all the enthusiasm absent from her interaction with Rohan.

I guided her down to my balls, and my slobber-covered dick smushed against her face as she took first one and then another of my balls with a slight suction into her mouth. Then she began again sloppily sucking my dick. She made soft moans distorted around my cock. Her pussy dripped on the floor from her arousal. All lubed up, I pushed her over Rohan.

She straddled atop him, facing him with her ass in the air. Her face was glazed over with passion, and Rohan was absolutely entranced, he fell back, laying flat, while Aisha was on her hands and knees above him. I positioned myself behind her, laced my fingers into her hair, and slid in without any resistance into her pussy. I hadn't bothered to put on a condom, and no one in the room seemed particularly to care.