Labanya, my younger sister, had just given birth to a beautiful daughter and then she passed into coma. Two months ago, when my husband had died in a road accident and the world around had crushed; she had come up to give me support. With a baby at my breast and no job, I was like devastated but as she had put her hands on my shoulders, I had got new strength in life. Now as she was on her death bed, what I could see was all darkness.
My name is Ankita and I am 26 years old. I am from a middle class Indian family. After the death of my father at an early age, my mother took the responsibility of both of us sisters and made us responsible adults. After completing my higher studies, I was married off to a business man, Rohit, at the age of 24. Rohit was older to me and the only child of his parents.
It was our wedding night and we were going to meet for the first time. My heart was galloping like a horse as I waited anxiously for him on our nuptial bed. Dressed in a beautiful red saree and all ornaments, I waited for him to undress me. But was I prepared for sex? My friends had warned me that the first time was going to be a painful, bloody affair. I looked at the white sheets that I was sitting on.
If these turn red, then the whole world will come to know that we had sex, I wondered to myself. Oh, how shameful situation would I be in. Can I talk to him to be slow? Can I talk to him to wait for some more days?
And when I met Rohit, all my fears had transformed into joy. He was a gentleman and seemed to be in deep love with me. Yes, I could be comfortable with this man in bed, I thought. But what about the white sheets!
"Promise me babies. I wish to have two healthy babies." He said as he finished drinking the glass of milk handed over by me.
Milk will give him strength to perform
. These were the words his cousin had whispered in my ears as I sat on the bed a few moments back. Those words reverberated in my ears and now as he talked about children, I realized sex was inevitable.
I had bit my lips in shame. He had removed the veil from my face and gently drawn his lips on mine. The white sheets was all that I could see and I had drawn my face to the other side. He had recognized my unpreparedness and said:
"Let us be friends first. Let us know each other before we take the next step."
And, thus saying he had forwarded his hands to catch hold of my hands. He took both of my hands in his hands and said:
"Be comfortable dear. Can we talk?"
His words were relaxing and I accepted his suggestion. It was not before dawn that we finally slept. And as promised by him, there was no sex.
I took my time in knowing more about him-about his likes, dislikes, passion, hobbies etc. I had developed an instant liking for him or, was it love at first sight. By the third night, he made his head on to my lap as we talked and I didn't object him either. On the night of the fifth day, he kissed me on the cheeks and I found no reason to object.
On the seventh night when he finally embraced me, I was ready to share the little secret that I had been hiding since our wedding night.
"Hey, I feel some wetness down there."
"Where?"He asked with a look of innocence.
"Down there. You have to find out," I had said in a mischievous tone.
"Are you ready?"
I had nodded and didn't give a damn as to why the sheets were still white. It had to be coloured red with my blood and that was all in my head. I rested my head on his shoulders and said:
"Thank you for your friendship. I feel proud to be called as your wife."
He released the embrace and looked me in my eyes.
"I feel equally proud to start a family with you."
He gently took my face to his. I closed my eyes. He started with my lips and I responded. He kissed them very delicately for quite some time. His lips wandered in my mouth and drank my saliva as if he was thirsty since ages. He then proceeded to my neck. He planted gentle kisses on my neck and shoulders and it felt that as if I was under his spell. I was ready to do whatever he would have asked me. I took his right hand and placed it on my left breast over my blouse. It was a welcome sign for him. He caressed them gently and then brought his other hand to my other breast.
He slowly increased the pace in fondling them and I could feel my pantie drench in wetness. We were from a conservative family and this wetness due to my love juices was the first time I had encountered since I attained adolescence. It was feeling great.
I asked him with a smile
"Do you know to open a blouse- a woman's blouse?"
"No," was his reply. "But I can try if the woman is willing."
With trembling hands he pulled the 'pallu' of my saree over my body and started unbuttoning my blouse. I was lying and watching the excitement in his eyes. It was indeed pleasing me a lot as I was satisfying the man of my dreams. He unbuttoned my blouse completely, made me into a sitting position and removed it completely from my body.
Now I was there in my bra; my saree and petticoat still covering my already wet vagina. And he made me lie down again and he himself lied next to me. I was not a big breasted woman, a size 34 B. He then continued playing with my breasts, covered by my bra, while his mouth was feeding on my saliva. My heart rate had crossed 160 beats and I was expecting a similar situation in him.
His hands slowly moved to the back side of my body to unclasp my bra. I responded by moving my body to one side. He removed my bra from my body and stared at my bare breasts.
"Does it produce milk?"
I wondered if he was really ignorant as to when does breasts produce milk.
I answered, "For that I have to keep your promise. I have to deliver babies."
I was wondering if a size 34 could actually attract him. He perhaps read my mind and said:
"They look beautiful."
"They are all for you."
He gently brought his mouth to my left breast and tried to take the entire breast in his mouth. In the process, he bit me on my breast and it pained.
"Relax," I said. "I am all yours. Take your time."
