My first night, with my lover, turned out to be a rollercoaster ride for me. I hadn't thought sex would be such a wonderful thing in a man-woman relationship.
Dinner had been ordered. Before it arrived, I wished to take the showers. I entered the bath. Kishan and Vijay were in the hall, perhaps, having chitchat.
When I came out of a leisurely long bath, I noticed the bed had been decorated, like it was done for a 'first-night' occasion. I wondered who had done it. Kishan later told me that it was Vijay, my husband, who had made the arrangements through the Hotel.
It left me wondering who, the Hotel staff had thought, as my husband, Vijay or Kishan? Did they not find the presence of a third person strange, in the suite decorated obviously for a couple? I hoped that nobody from our family or social circles worked, in that Hotel!
The Indian first-nights are celebrations of their own. The room would be customarily decorated with fresh fragrant flowers all over, from the four walls to the ceiling. A generous sprinkling over the bed as well, making it literally a flower bed for the newly married to start their life together with their life partner. The bedside tables are generally chock-a-block with eatables, such as variety of fruits, nuts, and milk.
The latter was the only thing that was lacking in our room. Not that, we, at our age, with a independent families of our own, had any complaints, of course. The dinner dishes had instead occupied this table, which itself did not seem a necessity for us. We had other things in our mind. Whatever Vijay had done was more than what Kishan or I would have asked for. I did not know whether to call this his thoughtfulness or an implied license for me to enjoy the night without any guilt with my lover. I felt that he needed not to have gone to this extent. Rather than anything else, it had infused some more guilt.
Marriages still came as the only licence for sex between a man and a woman, in India. The first-night decorations exemplified it, more than anything else. In our case, the license was from my own husband. I wondered if he did it for this one-off occasion! Or, was it suggestive for a life-time license?
The thought that Vijay would be sleeping on the other side of the frail wall, made of glass and hollow blocks, did come as a relief to me. Muffled voices and activities could easily be heard for people on the other side. Vijay, as a gentleman, had switched on a music channel in the hall outside, so that we had a complete privacy for ourselves inside the bed room. The channel was played the whole night in low decibels, so as not to disturb a neighbour, at the same time, ensuring privacy for us!
Besides the relief, the fact that Vijay would be sleeping next door was also giving it an erotic atmosphere.
Kishan proved his expertise in his love making. This was another matter, which left me wondering, how or where he had got his training on carnal matters! After all, he had shared only cold vibes with his wife, who could not have taught him these!
On the other hand, was it because of the love, he had nurtured for me, since eternity?
There was no room on my body that he did leave untouched, that night. Primarily, my more erotic zones... like breasts, nipples, clitoris, navel, armpits were subjected to his kisses, hungry licks, nibbles and bites. Whatever he wanted, he took it. He did not wait for my nod.
In fact, both of us were shameless and commanding, in our love making. I, uncharacteristic of my social upbringing and orthodox background, took his cock into my mouth, if and when I wanted, and slurped on it like a sex-craved maniac. Who had taught me the arts of sucking a cock or riding atop a man and fucking him?
Was it the same love that I had nurtured and was dormant within me?
If our intercourse had been hurried in the evening, it was gentle and took its own time to unfold, in the night. I attained orgasms a few more times, before we went to sleep, well past mid night.
He had shot his semen once in my pussy, once down my throat and once all over my face and chest, (as I wanted to watch him spray his semen) which he licked clean, before we slept naked, in each other's arms.
I had been stripped naked completely by Kishan, excepting my mangalsutra, ('mangalsutra' is alike the 'engagement ring'; it is tied to a gold chain and worn around the neck of the bride in Hindu marriages, by the bridegroom, as part of the marriage vow; 'Mangal sutra' is considered sacred and is never to be untied from the wife for rest of the life).
He had freed me of all my other jewels... including my ear rings. He had mumbled into my ears, during the height of our sexual union, that he had wanted me naked, in all senses. I was wondering what he had meant, as I was already plain naked. With his penis deep in my pussy and his lips kissing my lips, his hands were unscrewing my ear rings. Once done, he grasped between his lips my ear lobes and started to kiss and lick them clean.
He did not want to use a condom too and I was, anyway, on my safe days.
During the sleep, his manhood was, forever, half to full erect, rubbing against my belly, vagina, waist and ass crack. His hands were constantly roaming all over my body as well. There was not a moment, when my pussy had not been involved. Either his fingers were playing an inch or two into my pussy or his penis, even while he slept.
When I woke up in the morning, it was still dark. A distant sign of imminent sunlight was evident. I raised my head a little to look at my wrist watch at the bed side. It was just half past six. I was facing away from Kishan. His manhood was half-erect half-way into my pussy. His left hand was on my left breast in a tight embrace. His nails were hurting. He must have been hallucinating sex with me.
Unable to bear the pain, I was about to wake him up. Then, I decided to handle it differently and tease him a little instead. I started to wriggle my waist mildly, widening the thighs to allow more room for him to enter my pussy from backside. In a few moments, I felt his penis grow harder. I started to move back and forth my buttocks, along the length of his shaft, till he was rock hard completely inside me.
His hand moved from my left breast to my right breast, releasing me from the pain. This time, his nails did not come in the way, but my mangalsutra did. He was squeezing my breasts, with the entire mangalsutra, inside his palm. The hard squeeze and the feel of the cold metal, worn by my husband on me, only made me more aroused. Still asleep, in this position, he was fucking me, in slow but deep thrusts, relentlessly for a long while.
A good half hour later, he was kissing backside of my neck. He had woken up from his sleep, at last!
He brought me on my all four and kneeled behind me, on the bed. Holding my waist with both his hands, from behind, he was now fucking me doggy with more powerful thrusts than he had one in the night. Early morning energy was helping him, perhaps. My pussy had never received such merciless pounding. I felt his penis muscles tighten against my vaginal muscles. An orgasm was building within me as well. He came in me hard. I attained my longest ever orgasm, in my life.
We went back to sleep in the earlier position, with his limp penis rubbing my ass and mangalsutra-tangled breast in his hand.
Day 2
When we woke up again, I saw Kishan entering the bath room. My watch showed quarter to 9 O' clock. After he came out refreshed, I went in and refreshed as well.
We came out of the room to see that Vijay was missing in the hall. There was a note left behind by him asking us not to wait for him but have our breakfast. We ordered and finished our breakfast in the suite itself.
