My mother came up to the hotel room to see for herself that everything was in order.
"Sumant," she said to my husband as she prepared to take leave, "Maadu is a sweet kid; she responds several folds to kindness"
"Don't worry aunty," he said, "I'll see to it that Madhuri sheds no tears." Mother left. I closed the door and turned. He hugged me and for the first time we kissed on the lips. I went to the bathroom to change. The reception lines were along and I was weary and hardly in a physical shape for my First Night. No Indian arranged match bride ever is. I filled the bath with steaming hot water and soaked myself. My thoughts reverted to the question I have been asking myself for some days now. 'Does he know enough to suspect?'
I climbed out of the tub. I wiped. My breasts were turgid and warm. Will he find it warmer than usual? I pressed my nipples between my thumb and index and closely inspected my fingers. They were quite dry. I put on the night dress especially selected by my sister. My husband gave a wolf whistle as I stepped out.
"Lovely," he said. We hugged and kissed again. He then we went for his bath. I ordered for coffee. Without the stimulant I might be in deep sleep even before he came out. We sipped coffee and talked mostly about the reception.
"Your friend Silpy was weeping her eyes out. She must be missing you terribly," he said. Silp indeed was weeping as if she had lost someone near and dear to her. "I don't remember being introduced to her husband," he continued. Silp was married only a week ago and had postponed her honeymoon to attend my wedding. Her husband was away on duty.
"We were great friends," I said. "We did most things together."
He pulled his chair closer and leaning forward he kissed me on my forehead and then the nose tip and then the cheek and finally on my lips. I placidly watched him till he came to my lips when I pecked back. My valley visible in the very low neck line of the dress now claimed his attention. He peered down the valley and then he rested his face on the exposed part of the breasts. I held his head. I liked the pleasant fragrance of his hair oil. He undid the buttons at the shoulder of the dress and slipped the dress down. Special bridal night dress design those shoulder buttons no doubt, or may be Vidya custom designed it! The extra neck width notwithstanding my breasts were too big for the dress to slip through. I released the breasts and sat on the double sofa naked above my waist. He leaned back and took a view of my bare torso.
"Magnificent," he said. He then ran his palms over the breast. When his fingers touched the nipple I felt a funny but not unpleasant sensation.
"Warm," he said.
"Warmer than...?" I questioned. He did not note the tinge of anxiety in the query He laughed.
"Warmer than other parts of the body, the cheek for example. Other unexposed parts may be warmer too." He laughed again.
"If I had blushed the cheeks might have been as warm."
"Possibly. Do breasts blush too?"
'They do under certain conditions,' I said but to myself. He took a nipple between his lips and sucked. I wriggled for my nipples had acquired a sensitivity that they did not have before. He then sucked the other nipple. I moaned and held his head. He lifted his head and smacked his lips as if he felt a taste.
"Got something?" Once again he did not notice unease in my tone. He did not reply. He resumed sucking. He did it expertly. I moaned unashamedly. My nipples suddenly became dead but my vulva was now tingling.
My clitoris was demanding a lick. If his expert sucking was an indication he must have had some experience. Are men, even ones with experience, bold enough to suggest a lick on the first night? But my body with those changing balance of hormones was demanding it. Has any woman asked her man to lick her on the first night? Well without asking I can make him do it by positioning; I certainly can.
We moved to the bed so soft that I sank in. These bridal suite beds in Five Star hotels do not offer the firmness couples require when they grind each other's pelvises. Rather odd thought for a bride on her first night I said to myself and smiled.
"Why that smile."
"I suppose this is the time for smiles," I said. I on my own slipped off the dress. I sat hiding my nakedness in my crouching posture. He sat in front viewing me with an intensity that had me tingling. He then held my knees and parted them the better to see my vulva. I resisted initially and then I yielded. I leaned back parting my thighs and held his head as if I was reaching for his lips but really I was bringing them closer to my vulva. Hormones wracking my body had heightened the sensitivity of my erotic zones several folds. I wanted a lick and I decided that if I did not succeed by my manoeuvres I will brazenly demand. I did not have to shame him. He went for it and I leaned back with feet gently waving in the air. He did a splendid job. My inner leaves and clitoris were so sensitive that no sooner had he stimulated them my pelvis started moving up and down. Soon I was in the throes of a massive orgasm.
I was gasping. I saw his penis. It was big. I held it. I guided it in. I could feel it entering. There was no resistance to its entry. Did he expect one? Was he disappointed that there was none? We had orgasm at the same moment. Mine was a monster. I held his pelvis with both hands lest he remove his penis. He was a person with experience. He knew that women when they get one can get one or two more. He gave me another and then another. I lay back exhausted. If this was the only thing I got out of this marriage it was all right with me.
The next morning we flew to Delhi for our honeymoon. That afternoon we had it once again but we were too tired that night. Both of us slept soundly. The next morning I got up late. I was feeling queasy. I felt like vomiting. I tried to suppress it but could not. Sumant heard me vomiting. He tapped the bathroom door. I opened.
"Must be something you took for supper," he said. I nodded thankfully. "We must see a doctor?"
