I still get hard thinking about those first days after the wedding. This indian newly married sex story is just me telling what really happened with my wife Asha when we finally got alone in our flat in Pune. Nobody else around. Just us and the big bed her parents bought as gift.
Wedding was long boring affair. Relatives everywhere. Asha looked proper in her red lehenga sitting quiet. I was thinking she is one of those shy type girls. Saree tightly wrapped. Eyes down most time. I was twenty eight she was twenty four. We met only twice before through families. I figured it would take weeks or months before we do anything real. I was wrong like dumbass.
That first night after all guests gone we reached the new two bedroom flat near Hinjewadi. bags still packed. AC humming. She came out of bathroom wearing simple white nighty. hair open wet from shower. I could see the shape of her breasts pressing fabric. Nipples little dark points already. My lund jumped right away.
She Made the First Dirty Move
I sat on bed acting cool but inside my heart racing. She stood near me and put hand on my shoulder. Then without talking much she slid her palm down my chest under the banian. Her fingers warm. She whispered Sandeep I was waiting whole week for this. Then she pulled my banian up over my head. I was shocked but my cock was already thick in the pajama.
She dropped to knees right there on the floor tiles. Pulled my pajama string open. My lund sprang free almost hitting her cheek. She looked at it with open mouth. Said wah it is thicker than I imagined. Then she licked the head slow like tasting ice cream. Tongue circling the slit. I groaned loud. She took more in her mouth. Warm wet. Started bobbing head up down. Saliva dripping down my balls. I grabbed her wet hair and pushed little deeper. She gagged once but did not pull away. Instead she sucked harder. Making those wet slurp sounds. Her free hand squeezed my thighs.
After few minutes I pulled her up. Peeled that nighty off her body. Holy shit. Full round breasts with dark brown nipples already stiff. Soft belly. Wide hips. And between her legs a neat bush trimmed a bit but still natural desi style. Her chut lips looking puffy already. I pushed her on the bed. Spread her legs. Buried my face there. Licked her from bottom to top. She tasted clean slightly salty. She jerked her hips when I sucked her clit. Confirmed she wants more by gripping my hair hard and saying yes yahan pe karo thoda slow. I slid one finger inside. Tight fucking walls gripping me. Second finger after a bit. Started pumping while my tongue worked her clit. She was moaning now. Legs shaking.
When she was dripping enough I climbed up. Lined my lund with her chut. Pushed slow at first. Even wet it was tight. She bit her lip. Eyes watering a little. I stopped and asked if ok. She shook head no stop and said full daaldo jaldi. So I thrust hard and bottomed out. Balls slapped against her gaand. She cried out but locked her ankles behind my back. I started fucking her proper. Long strokes. Watching her breasts bounce every time hips met. Bed creaking bad. Neighbours maybe heard but fuck them.
She was speaking nonsense mixed Hindi english. Ohh Sandeep aur tezz. Don’t stop. My chut is burning so good. I flipped her after some time. Made her get on fours. That round gaand up high. I spit on her hole and rubbed my thumb there while slamming into her chut from behind. She pushed back meeting every thrust. Her juices coating my thighs. I reached under and rubbed her clit fast. She came hard suddenly. Whole body locking. Chut pulsing around my cock like ram rahe hai. I kept pounding through it till she almost collapsed flat.
Night Turned Filthy Fast
We rested ten minutes only. She went to kitchen bare naked and brought water. Came back and climbed on me. Gripped my half hard lund and stroked till fully stiff again. Then lowered herself. Took me inside slow. Started riding cowgirl. Hands on my chest. Bouncing with force. Breasts flying. I held her waist and thrust up matching. Sweat already making our skin stick. She leaned forward so nipples dragged my chest. Whispered next time you put it in my gaand also. I almost came hearing that.
I rolled her under me again. Lifted her legs high over my shoulders. Folded her almost double. Pistoned deep till my cock head felt her cervix. She screamed bit into pillow. I slapped her thigh light then harder. She moaned each slap. Said mujhe maar ke chodo aaj. I slapped her breast too. Dark skin turning pinkish. Her chut made wet squelch sounds every stroke. Loud and dirty. I told her she is my randi now even if just married. She nodded yes and said only for you. Call me whatever.
I pulled out before finishing and flipped her again. Spread her gaand cheeks. Her little brown hole twitching. I rubbed my wet cock head there. Kept pressing slow. She tensed but breathed deep. Then the head popped in. Super tight. She whimpered. I went inch by inch till half in. Stayed still. Then started short thrusts. She reached back and pulled her own cheek wider. I spat more and pushed full length. Both of us gasping. I fucked her ass steady. One hand under rubbing her clit so she stays wet. She came second time with cock buried in her gaand. Her hole squeezed me so much I could not hold. I flooded her insides with thick cum. Shot after shot. Pulled out and watched white cream drip from both holes mixing.
We lay sticky for long. Then showered together. Even under water she stroked me soft saying one more round. I bent her against bathroom wall. Entered her chut from behind while water ran down. Faster shorter fucking. Hands squeezing her wet breasts. She came again trembling. I pulled out and finished on her lower back. Cum stuck on skin till she washed.
Morning Hunger Would Not Quit
Next morning I woke to her mouth on my morning wood. She was under the sheet sucking slow and deep like she practiced overnight. I held her head and fucked her face gentle. Then she climbed on and rode me reverse so I watched her gaand bounce. I fingered her loose hole while she worked. Later we spent whole day naked. Ordered food only. Between eating she would kneel and suck me till almost edge then stop. Or sit on my face and grind her chut till she gushed.
By evening she was on the sofa legs wide. I ate her out extended. Two fingers then three stretching. She squealed when I added tongue deep. Then I stood and fucked her standing holding her legs around my waist bang against wall. Pictures rattled. She clawed my back hard leaving marks. Said this is how a wife should feel used every day. I kept drilling till both walked sore.
Indore Aunty Couldnt Wait Till Uncle Got Back Home
I only went over to drop papers for uncle. By the time I left her flat my thighs were shaking and her nighty was soaked through on the bedroom floor.Read related storyLater nights became same pattern. She would wear thin cotton nighty nothing under after dinner. Sit close while we watched phone. Hand would find my lund. Stroke through cloth. Then she would drop everything and demand I take her on the carpet or kitchen slab. One time she bent over the dining table and told me to use her gaand first that night. I did. Slow then rough. Watching the way her hole opened and took me. Cum filled it again. She stayed bent few minutes letting it leak down her thighs smiling dirty.
I never thought my arranged marriage would turn like this. Asha looked so demure in front of family but behind doors she wanted filthy rough pounding nonstop. She learned to dirty talk more. Would text me at office saying my chut is wet thinking your lund. Come home early and fuck me till I cannot sit. Or would send photo one breast out nipple hard. By the time I reach home she is already fingering herself waiting.
Sometimes we role play slight. Like me coming home late and she is angry then forced angry sex gets turned into real lust. Or I pin her wrists and call her my personal fuck toy while slamming deep. She always melts and begs more. We discovered she loves when I pull her hair and talk mean. When I tell her she is only good for taking cock filling her holes. She cums harder then.
One weekend we barely left bed. Morning oral session. Mid day slow grind with her on side scooping her. Evening I had her ride me reverse again so her gaand was perfect view and I could spank it red. Night fast standing fuck in balcony door half open air on sweaty bodies. She came so loud I covered her mouth. Neighbour dog barked. We laughed after then she cleaned my cock with her tongue till clean.
Her body changed how she moved around house. More confident. More open bounce in her step. Still proper when mother calls on video. But the second call ends nighty comes off. She sits on my lap grinds till hard then pulls me to bedroom again. I lost count how many times I filled her that first month. Cum on tits on face inside both holes dripping down legs. She wiped finger through it and sucked clean saying it tastes better every day.
I know marriages cool down for some people. Not here. She still grabs me whenever the flat is empty. Still wants it hard and deep. Still talks filth right into my ear while I wreck her. That shy bride I married is long gone. In her place is this hungry woman who loves getting used till legs shake. And I give her exactly that every single time. My cock stays happy. Her chut and gaand stay trained for me alone. That is our married life now. Raw and full of sweat and moans. No soft romance needed. Just pure hungry fucking whenever she gets that look in her eyes.
Even writing this brings it back. How she first opened her mouth for me. How tight she was. How she begged for gaand next. How we never really stopped since. People think newly married couples take time. For us time was minutes between first kiss and first deep thrust. And years of more left. My lund twitches just remembering her voice that night saying full daaldo jaldi. Still the hottest thing I ever heard.
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