Hello, this is a true story and I am not changing the names. Hope you enjoy it.
My name is Venkat, I am 6' tall and from Northern India. I met my wife Shweta in college. I have had several crushes but Shweta was my first real girlfriend. Shweta is 5'5", her face, neck, hands, have a light brown complexion, but she has a fair color on every other part of her body that is usually hidden behind clothes (back, thighs, ass, and boobs). When we first started dating Shweta had a goddess figure 34-24-36.
Now, I have always been a horny male. It is not my fault, kind of comes naturally in pretty much all Indian boys. We grow up in a very rigid family, we see our aunts breast feeding their kids, we notice the cleavage when women are bending down, we see sex magazines sold in magazine shops, and every now & then we see a naked woman bathing. Needless to say, I started masturbating very early. I remember that when I first started masturbating, it used to take a while to finish, but then I started cumming fast. Within 2 to 3 minutes. Well, this did not really help in my life and I think this is probably the underlying reason for how I lost my wife to my friends, and her coworkers.
In India, sex before marriage is (used to be) forbidden. People still do get away with it, but for Shweta, it was very important that we wait until after marriage. This was very hard for me especially because all my friends were sleeping around with their girlfriends and random hookups. I was 26 and Shweta was 25. I had never touched a woman and was dying to see and touch Shweta's boobs and vagina. After a lot of begging Shweta did allow me to kiss her lips. However, when I kissed her before marriage, her lips were sealed. I lived in an apartment by myself and Shweta used to visit me pretty much every day for 30 minutes. We would just get enough time to eat breakfast and then head out to college/work. One day, I decided to push myself a bit. I was hugging and kissing her, I tried to touch her boobs over her clothes. I touched the side of her right boob, I could feel the outline of her bra, pressed it a bit, it was the softest flesh I had ever touched. I felt her body tighten up a bit. I was getting a hard on and I did not want my penis to touch Shweta, so I moved my one hand and pressed my dick to stay between my legs. And right then I started cumming. It was very awkward. I stopped hugging her and excused myself to go to the bathroom. I changed my pants.
Shweta asked, "Why did you change?"
I made some dumb excuse.
I repeated the same the next day, with the same results. I touched the side of her boob, barely pushed my erect dick down and I ejaculated. In the following months, I dared to find and feel her nipples over her Kurta. I heard a small moan escape her mouth. And of course I couldn't control myself from erupting. And all this without removing any clothing! I was confused. Not sure what I could have done but it should have alarmed me about my stamina. I think I brushed off the concern by telling myself that I am getting way too excited because of the boobs. When I get married to Shweta, I need to make sure I focus on fucking her first without touching or uncovering her breasts.
Finally the wedding night was here. We were extremely happy to be a couple. It was a small wedding. After the wedding, her family visited the apartment that I was renting, we had great conversations, laughter and then around 10pm, everyone left. Shweta and I were finally alone. I could not wait to see her naked. She was wearing a red saree, gold jewelry covering her neck, hair and arms. I gave her a kiss. She was still very stiff. I asked her to relax, "We are now married".
She smiled and for the first time, she moved her lips. Very little, but I was glad to feel her lips. I asked her if I could remove her Saree and she looked away. I removed her Saree from her chest and saw the beautiful 34b breast waiting behind the blouse and the bra. I wanted to tear her blouse right away, but I knew I would cum. Fucking her cunt on the wedding night was my goal. She helped me remove her saree. I kissed her stomach and started to untie her petticoat. She just looked away. I untied it and it fell on the ground. That was the first time I saw her thighs and was delighted to see the plump and fair skin. I sat on my knees and kissed and licked her thighs. I came back up, asked her if she was okay, she shook her head yes. I had a very strong erection, and I was happy with my performance so far. This was another confirmation that Shweta's boobs are my soft point, as long as I stay away from the boobs, I will last.
I asked Shweta to sit on the edge of the bed. I removed my shirt and pants and stood in underwear. Her face was right in front of my dick. She closed her eyes. I smiled, took her right hand, and moved it inside my underwear. As soon as Shweta touched my dick, she moved her hand away.
"Shweta! Please touch it. This is yours now," I said.
And she moved her right hand again in my underwear, she held my erect dick, opened her eyes, looked at me, and said, "This is so big!"
I was so happy to hear it. I have a below average dick size, probably on the smaller side. With erection, I am barely touching 5". At the time, Shweta didn't know that in the next few months, she would feel sorry for my size.
I removed my underwear, I was completely naked now. Shweta still had her blouse, bra covering her boobs and her panty. She was sitting on the bed, I pushed her upper body to lie down on the bed and I started pulling her panties down. She covered her face with both her hands. Finally, after 26 years, I see a vagina that is mine and mine only. It was my most amateur mistake thinking that this cunt is only mine. Back then, I had no idea about oral sex. I will learn it a year later and learn that it was my tongue, not dick that saved my intimate relationship with my wife.
Shweta's cunt at the time was hairy, I touched her mound, it was raising up and was very soft. I moved her knees up and tried to spread them apart. There was some resistance.
I begged, "Please Shweta?"
in responde, she opened her legs wide. I could see the beautiful vagina and the glory hole. I touched it, and Shweta jerked. I touched it again, and she jerked again and everytime I did so. I felt the strong urge to lick her vagina, but had no idea at that time if it was the right thing to do. So I bent her knees, and rubbed my dick against her pubic hair. No condom, no pills, no family planning. All I knew was that I need to fuck her non-stop until the next morning. I bent down and with her knees folded, I started kissing the back of her thighs, licking all the way to her ass. After 30 seconds, her thighs were all wet. I got up and was rewarded to see that she was pressing her boobs with her right hand. Her left hand was on her forehead.
I asked, "Do you like it?"
She moved both her hands to hide her face. I pulled her pubic hair too.
