Mona Mubeen shivered uncontrollably, even while laden with heavy clothing in the month of October in Lahore. She had hoped for a wedding in December or January when the weather was considerably colder and the heavy, ornate bridal dresses could be easier to wear. But on the day even the fact that electricity was playing its usual tricks and vanishing for thirty minutes in every two hours, and heating up the rooms, did not stop her from feeling trepidation and chills. The key reason for her concern was that she was expecting her new husband Sohail Iftikhar, whom she had only met once and for just five minutes during the process of the marriage arranged by their respective families.
On the face of it she should not have been too worried. Sohail was nearly six feet tall, not slim but not fat either, confident and chatty. He had after all spent six years in the UK and US getting advanced degrees and now was a rising star at his job with a leading textile house in Pakistan. Sohail should not have had any concerns either. Mona had just completed her Master's in Business Administration from Lahore's finest school and had been offered a junior manager position in a Multinational Bank following an internship there. More to the point, she was strikingly pretty, reflecting the best aspects of her Punjabi-Pashtun ancestry, fair-skinned, doe eyed and with long dark brown tresses.
Her shaking and fear was a result of intense shame and discomfort at the thought of discarding all her clothing and jewelry in front of a man she barely knew and that too with the blessings of the elders of both families! What would he think of her body? Was she too fat, too skinny, too white, not white enough, were her tits too small, her tush too big, and so on and so forth. And even scarier was the idea that he would soon be introducing his invasive rod to her plumbing.
Of course, her friends had been less than truthful, pulling on the leg of the innocent and virginal girl. Naheed, keeping a straight faced, had described her husband's cock as a smidgen shorter than those belonging to people of African descent, and only those who were at least 9 feet tall. The reality was his dick was reasonably average at about 6 inches. Zarina said that her husband had such a thick appendage that she was stretched beyond physical limits on the wedding night. Actually the husband had stage fright and could not get it up! Aimen proffered that her pussy was sore for weeks after losing her virginity. She partially spoke the truth, given that she had been particularly tight and her husband was hung better than the average Pakistani male, but she had enjoyed the fucking so much it was her spouse who had burns on his cock from constant use in the first week of their marriage. All in all, Mona was expecting to be skewered, torn, stuffed and treated like a rag doll by Sohail.
Her heartbeat nearly stopped when the door to the bedroom opened and Sohail walked in wearing a traditional white wedding sherwani over a shalwar kameez. Quickly she assumed the 'docile wife' position on the bridal bed that had been drilled into her mind by assorted aunts and cousins, her legs bent and in front, the veil over her head and her breathing slowed. Sohail removed his sherwani and placed it over an armchair.
"Isn't it hot in here," Sohail's first words of the night to come were not exactly what she expected, "oh someone forgot to turn the air conditioning on."
He quickly rectified the matter and she began to feel even icier as he closed the distance between them. She willed herself to a happy place while still wondering impatiently about how things would proceed. Sohail sat down in the traditional filmi manner, to one side while facing her. His hand went up to her sides as he slowly lifted the veil.
"You must be tired of sitting in those heavy clothes for the past many hours!" he sympathized, "I couldn't really breathe in that sherwani!"
"No its okay," she barely whispered while suppressing a giggle at the thought of him being stuck in his clothes.
"So do I have to go through a movie type scene with you or can we just be normal," he raised her face by putting his hand under her chin, "unless of course you are filming this to get the approval of your parents or mine tomorrow!"
Mona lost her composure at the thought and began to giggle in a more audible voice. Sohail stood up, took a bow and rejoined her on the bed, this time sitting cross legged in front of her.
"I am sorry I did not pay much attention to the sessions relating to singing of desi love songs to the bride that my family arranged," he said in a matter of fact manner, "in any case my singing is liable to raise the dead rather than create a romantic mood."
Now Mona began to laugh and felt both her body warming up and the ice being broken. She did not resist as Sohail pulled her mouth forward and placed his lips over hers. A rather sloppy kiss followed as he wanted to direct traffic but she had no clue what was an entry or an exit. But by the time their mouths disconnected, a dozen or more kisses later, both were lying side by side and in a close embrace and had learned some of the proper techniques of mouth to mouth and tongue to tongue kissing.
Sohail thanked his stars that Mona had not been overly apprehensive or shy. However, the main objective of the wedding night had yet to be gained and in her fully dressed state that was not going to happen. Surprisingly Mona began to feel hotter by the moment even though the a/c unit was on and wanted to remove the heavy clothing. Yet she was a bit shy of doing so in front of him or letting him undress her.
"It's getting very late," Sohail remarked, "you should put the jewelry away in its proper place, you don't want to lose any pieces in the bedding or otherwise."
This made perfect sense to Mona who was laden with numerous necklaces, rings, bracelets and other items. Tradition dictated that most, if not all, of the bride's jewelry be on her during the wedding and her sisters and cousins had loaded her up despite Mona's protestations to not overdo things. Sohail stepped up behind her and helped loosen one necklace and then another. Mona figured he would do a good job and allowed him to continue taking off pieces of jewelry from around her neck, arms, hair and ears.
What she did not expect was that he did not stop the process of removal once the last piece of jewelry had been placed in boxes sitting on the dresser. Sohail's hand lowered the zipper behind her short blouse and revealed a lacy bra and some of her back. She tried to object but he held her close, kissed her neck and quietened her down. The blouse came off as she put her arms forward. Sohail's hands came around her bosom, caressing the orbs. Mona turned red but enjoyed the treatment. A few seconds later she was topless as he dispensed with her bra.
Sohail twisted her around and their mouths came together for a passionate kiss. Without a word he began to undo the buttons on his kameez and she helped him lift it over his head and off. The light undershirt went off quickly too. Their bare torsos touched for the first time ever and Mona felt a bolt of lightning go through her body.
Pushing her back just a bit Sohail found the drawstring on her lehnga (skirt) and undid it. The heavy garment fell to the floor leaving her only in a pair of frilly panties. Those he slowly pulled down and let drop at her feet.
Mona was now stark naked and feeling strangely excited and scared. Feeling a bit shy she grabbed onto a nearby curtain and partially covered herself. Sohail dropped his own shalwar and bared his erect cock. It was not fifteen inches long like the Africans reputedly had, it did not have the girth of an elephant's trunk, but it was erect, hard and seemed to be somewhat longer than her hand and thicker than her wrist.
