Invitation for pleasure at Her sister’s wedding – Part 2

Guys, you need to read this story, ‘Stranger at the Wedding Reception,’ to understand Namrata’s plans for her sister’s wedding.

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Namrata stood staring with the dark of her eyeball meeting the pupil. Lust luring in her seductive eyes and provocative blush. Damn, my dick shot up, trying to tear out of my pants. She shook her head very lightly, “Bedaa.” (No) But stood her ground as I took slow steps towards her.

Her breathing increased, and her lips dried with my every step, taking me closer to her. I stopped a few inches from her. Like early morning first rays from the sun, her gaze pierced me as she looked right into me. “Now you ask, what is it? What is the use of revealing your sexy hips, ah?”

I brushed the slim bare hips with the back of my hand. Her dark mascara-coated eyelashes tried to shut her eyes half. Her mouth gasped for air, breathing out, and her head moved sideways. I grabbed her by inserting two fingers into the saree wrap and pulled into me. She moans, “Ahh.”

Lifting her chin. “Open your eyes,” I say. She opens her enticing eyes. My thumb rushes to rub her yummy lips, feeling her hunger. She drenches her lips with a quick wipe with her juicy tongue. Her eyes stared at me, and she took short, hurried breaths.

My lips could no longer wait and moved to catch her soft silky red lips. She squeezes her eyes shut. Like taking the cream out of the top of the cake I kiss her lips once. Like questioning on breaking the kiss, she opens her eyes.

I tuck some hair behind her ears, “Namrata.” She asks, “What, Madhan?” “You look so cute and pretty.” She smiles and watches my lips in anticipation. Our eyes meet deeply into each other. I move all my fingers, brushing her lips and teasing her.

My lips jump onto her lips, this time more wildly. She, too, responds with more wilderness, with her lips jumping over my lips and sucking them hurriedly. Her red lips sucked my lips and pushed her tongue into my mouth. Her hands, which were cupping my chin, move to my chest and grab my shirt.

The kiss goes on with my lips taking her tongue into mine and sucking them dry of saliva. Our noses are colliding, “Ahhh,” not able to breathe. Her mouth tasted great. I pull the saree knot on her waist and push my hand into her saree.

She continues kissing, and one of her hands moves to feel my erect rod over the pants. She breaks the kiss and expresses her hunger, “I texted you to wait, but I was not able to wait for the night, Madhan.” She pinches my cock over the pant and pulls me into her, and continues to suck my lips.

My hand inside her saree reaches her heavens door pussy. My fingers felt a small triangular-shaped trimmed poking hair just above her clitoris. I rubbed my fingers through the hair, slowly reaching down to her pussy which was wet like a juicy orange.

She stops the kiss when my fingers touch her clitoral hood and pussy lips, “Hey, Madhan,” She moans, moving backwards and falling onto the bed. She rests on the bed with her legs dangling by the sides and her feet resting on the ground.

I quickly pull my hand out of her saree to undo her saree. My lips and her pussy were desperate to meet to suck away the slimy, sticky juice. Her cell phone starts ringing. I snatched the phone from her, not allowing her to see the name of the caller.

I grabbed her small melon-sized boobs over the blouse, and my lips kissed all over her blouse. I suck her neck and insert my hand into her saree again. Her cell phone rings again. I silence the phone by pressing the power key. I noticed the pic of the caller was the boy Namrata met earlier near the stage.

I get disturbed by seeing a heart sign next to his name, Dinee. That boy was her boyfriend. What the fuck?  I showed her the caller’s name on the phone and answered the call. I kept the phone out of her reach and pressed the speaker button.

She signalled me to be quiet by placing a finger on her lips. I nod my head and signal her to speak.  As she speaks cutely to her boyfriend in the speaker, “Helloo Dinee, Tell.” I lowered her saree along with her panty from her waist to her thighs.

She stops and stares at me open-mouthed, “Hey, Yellidiya? All are waiting. Baa photo ge.” (Hey, where are you? All are waiting. Come for the photo.)

The moment she answered/wailed, “Haan, Barthinii.” (Yes, coming). I dropped my lips onto her dripping wet pussy. I locked my lips, sucking her pussy lips.

She wrapped her lower lips tightly, closing shut as her boyfriend spoke, “Neenu mele room ge hoge anta aunty helidru. Alle barthini,” (Aunty told you went to the top room. I will come there).

She anxiously shouts, “Hey beda kano. Naane bartha iddini.” (Hey, Don’t. I will come). My tongue was busy gliding through her widened pussy lips. Her pussy lips suddenly snap shut when her boyfriend tells her, “Oye naanu ade floor nal iddini.” (Oye. I am on the same floor)

Disconnecting the call, she pushes me away. Sweat beads quickly form on her forehead. She quickly pulls up and realigns her saree. She wipes the lipstick stains around her lips. She watches me and around the room with her mind searching for ways to hide me. The room had only a bed with no toilet.

He calls her again. I try to suggest something, but she covers my mouth shut and signals me to be quiet. I wonder how a woman’s brain finds believable distractions so easily. There is a knock on the door. She grabs a box and opens the door with me hiding behind the door.

She hurriedly says, “Amma(Mom) urgently needs this. Go and give this. I will be back in 5 minutes.” He seems to have taken her word as he walks with no further conversation. Closing the door, She heaves a relieved sigh.

She eyes me with a naughty smile. “Madhan, Please wait for the night. My pussy will be waiting for you,” her fingers brush my cock over the pant. I liked her fearlessness. I liked her dare to invite me in the presence of her loving boyfriend and family.

I did not utter another word. I place a peck of a kiss on her lips and step out of the room. I walked low to the underground floor and ate my dinner, with my thoughts completely occupied by Namrata. I stepped out of the function hall and walked around, waiting for the night.

The time was 10:30. I returned to the function hall. The crowded hall suddenly looked vacant, with only a few people here and there around the function hall. I occupied a seat and watched Namrata’s family posing for the photo on the stage.

When my eyes met with cutie Namrata, there was an unspoken starvation in our eyes, waiting for the night to come. “No. Don’t see. Don’t see the bride,” my mind was repeating this line. My eyes moved to Hottie Bride Vaidehi.

Fuck no! Vaidehi, too, caught my eye. I noticed a smile. I started confirming my doubts. Namrata’s bride-sister Vaidehi was indeed watching me. Did this mean Namrata and Vaidehi both knew my presence? Did both sisters plan it? Who else in Namrata’s family knew of this crazy idea?

On realization, I did not want to watch Vaidehi again. But her huge bosom, killer eyes, and shaky heavy ass were too hot to be ignored. I also had to pass the time until the completion of all activities for the wild night to start.

After some time, the cameraman started clicking romantic pics of couples from different angles. The cameraman was asking the groom to hold her, hug her, smile at her, and glance into her eyes. Fuck, Vaidehi’s expressions were too cheesy and provoking. She was a temptress. She looked damn hot.

I literally wanted to fuck her.  Unexpected of me, I started feeling possessive when the groom was holding and touching Vaidehi in the photoshoot. Damn, I wanted to grab those heavy round dusky boobs of her and suck them. Suck her wide dark, nipple mouthful.

My dick was hard in my pants. Once in a while, Vaidehi made eye contact, but she did hold onto the eye for longer. During one of the eye contact, I opened my mouth, shook my tongue, wet my lips, and bulged my eyes, indicating how hot she was.

She blushes, indicating that she has noticed my dirty signals. Vaidehi was very comfortable in her moves with the groom indicating she isn’t afraid to try kinky things. My mind started plotting ways to fuck her this night before the groom tied the Mangalsutra the next morning.

I desired to eat her tonight before the Mangalsutra stopped making her hubby eat her the next night. I knew very well Whatever the sisters had planned would only work.

What happened that night? Did I get a chance with the bride Vaidehi? Are Namrata and Vaidehi in this together?

Continued in the next part. Thank you, all ISS readers.