This is Sangeetha again! I have shared my real life experiences in my previous stories and many of my readers were interested in knowing what happened during my wedding night.
I am not sure how many of you are aware of the concept of 'Arranged Marriage' which exists in India. The parents of the bride and the groom match their horoscopes and if it is compatible, then both the families meet in person. If their meeting also goes well, then they will fix the engagement date. The marriage date might be fixed at the same time too or in a few cases, on the day of the engagement. Only after the families finalise to get them married, the boy and the girl could try to spend their time together.
I know what you might think now. Nope! No sex is involved in most cases during this period. In fact, even a hug or a kiss is considered too much during this period. If you are wondering if they have sex immediately after marriage, yes, a lot of them do on their wedding night and few prefer to wait and understand each other before mating. Its almost equal to having sex with a stranger.
Mine was such an arranged marriage, except for the fact that the horoscopes became horror scopes at a later stage in our marital life. Everything happened the way it was supposed to happen and I got married to him after 3 days of celebrations and a pompous wedding. Being from the brahmin community, it was a traditional wedding that should have been worth remembering. The marriages can get a little too tedious at times and mine was no different. It was indeed a very long day with all the rituals at different times of the day and by the time we were done with the reception and had dinner it was about 10 in the night.
An auspicious time was already checked for and we were told to copulate during that time which was at 11:30 PM for us. It does sounds a bit crazy but it is a fact that a lot of couples go through in India. After dinner, I was taken to a room to be 'made ready' for my wedding night. My mom, my aunt and my cousin, along with my friends, decked me up in a red silk saree, a colour that's most used for the wedding night. Most of the gold jewelry I had worn were taken off leaving the mangal sutra, a chain, a couple of bangles, my ear rings, nose ring and my ring. I was asked to wear silver anklets and toe rings. A good amount of fresh jasmine flowers went over my head in a big bundle. I loved the smell of it but that also gave me a churn at the bottom of my stomach. I had butterflies that were fluttering all of a sudden. A big red sindhoor was applied on my forehead after a very light make up and I was ready.
My friends thought it would be nice if I had a waist chain and one of them had bought it for me and she helped me wear it in the last minute. I started walking towards 'our bedroom' by about 10:30 PM. My mom and my aunt stayed back with my cousin while my friends escorted me to the bedroom. Just before entering the room, I was given a bowl filled with milk to be taken inside, which is another custom/ritual.
The door was not latched and my husband was waiting inside sitting on the bed. As I stepped in or rather was kind of pushed into the room with loads of giggles from the girls, the door closed behind me and I could hear them latch it from the outside. The butterflies had doubled by this time in my stomach. I stood there for a minute, looking around! not because that the room was new to me, but the way it was decorated. The AC was on but I was still sweating with my heart beating a 100+ times per minute. The bed had strings of flowers on all sides with the mattress covered in Rose petals and Jasmine. A box of sweets and dry fruits were on the side table.
My newly wed husband was looking at me and smiling. He was dressed in a white silk dhoti and a white shirt. I could clearly see the ring he had on his finger.
"How confident and daring!" I thought to myself.
When I saw sweat beads on his forehead too, I realized he was indeed in a similar situation as I was in. He was managing to cover it up and was smiling which gave me a little comfort. I smiled back and started walking towards him. I handed over the milk bowl to him to drink and as the ritual goes, he drank half and left the other half for me which I finished soon. I rally needed something to drink because my throat was dry by then.
I sat down next to him. Silence was all around and I couldn't hear anything apart from the AC and might be my own hear beats. It must have been about 5 minutes or so, when he got up saying he would change and come back. There were change of clothes for both of us in the room. Something more casual since our current costumes can really be heavy to sleep with. All I could do was to nod, without looking at him. He quickly got up to go into the bathroom to change and asked me to get rid of the jewelry I had on me to get more comfortable and then probably change too.
"Are you sure you have to go inside to change?" I blurted out and didn't know why.
It might be since I wanted to go into the bathroom first, unable to bear the tension and pressure building inside me. I could see he was surprised and shocked at my question and could not say anything.
"Not really, I can change here too!" he blushed.
I saw his face go Red. Once he started undoing the buttons on his shirt, I removed my chain and bangles keeping them aside. The rest of things I was sure was not going to be a hindrance. I got up to see what change of clothes I had and saw a simple night gown kept for me along with a towel and nothing else. In the meanwhile he had taken of his shirt and dhoti and was in his vest and boxer shorts. He was picking his pajamas to wear them.
I picked my night gown and was about to go the bathroom to change when he posed the same question to me that I had asked him earlier. I was shocked but not a bit surprised. I stood still and looked at him wearing his pajamas now.
I nodded a negative, but after a thought told him "No, I too can change here." somehow managing to find some courage.
I knew what would happen in the due course of the night and that my dress will be off me anyways. I was neither a virgin nor I was scared of having sex. I had enough experience in sex with a few men already. I was a virgin only in my butt.
I took the pallu of my saree off from my shoulder and started removing the draped saree from around me. I put it down in a heap before I unhooked my blouse giving a glimpse of my red bra inside. I could see him gaping at me from the corner of my eye. I thought for a moment if I should wear my night gown over before removing my blouse totally and before getting rid of my petticoat (underskirt). The naughty girl inside me was awake by now and I decided to tease him.
I turned around a bit as if I was looking for my night gown and as if I was going to reach for it next, I pulled the blouse off my body and put it along with my saree on the ground. Standing in my Red laced bra and my petticoat. Instead of reaching for my gown, I pulled the knot, letting my petticoat to fall down and I stepped out of it. I was standing there, being 5'6" tall with my hair still tied up with the Jasmine flowers, in my Red laced bra and a matching pair of Red panties. I indeed wore them for this night. My figure of 36B-30-36 was clearly outlined to his eyes against the light in the room.
I probably stood like that for a minute or two and seeing no reaction from him except for gaping with his mouth open, I took my gown to wear it.
"I think you should take those off too before wearing the gown." a voice came from his direction, being very timid.
I was beginning to get bold by now. I smiled while looking at him and placed the gown aside.
"But you wore your pajamas, didn't you?" I asked him, not bothering about my almost nude body while standing in front of him.
His instant reaction was worth looking at. He instantly and in a hurry pulled his pajamas down and threw it on the ground giving me a sheepish smile. I smiled back at him with more confidence now.
Turning around and showing my back to him, I asked "Why don't you come and help me with my bra then?".
I was getting turned on, feeling the heat inside me. I was enjoying this tease and his nervousness, as he got up and walked towards me slowly. I was not sure if his hands were shivering but that's how I felt. I felt his fingers over my back, fumbling with the bra hook. I was in no hurry and stood there patiently till he managed to unclasp them.
"Thank you!" came an instant reply from me looking at him from over my shoulders and smiling.
He smiled back with his nervousness clearly visible on his face. I slowly peeled the bra off my body and dropped it over the heap of my clothes lying on the ground.
"Can I help you with this too?" was the next question from him.
