Cuckolded On Wedding Day

I’m Amol, 5’10”, age 31, fair and clean-shaven. Recently, I got married to Prerna, 5’5”, aged 27, slim and very fair. She was surprised when I okayed her without even meeting her in person.

In this day and age, it’s unheard of that the boy approves the girl without seeing her personally. Yet here I was, on the stage with my beautiful bride at my side.

The real reason was that I was inexperienced. I had sex only once out of desperation (too paid sex). She had been sexually active in the past. She confided in me that her ex had taken her virginity and went abroad 2 years ago.

Since then, he’d made no attempt to contact her. She was tired of waiting for him and gave up when my alliance came. Looking at her trim figure (34-26-36), I could not understand why anyone would refuse her match.

She had fake jewelry in the red bridal salwar-kurta. Two holes, one in each ear, had big earrings, almost touching her shoulders. A big (fake) nose ring, the size of her earrings. She looked gorgeous with waist-long hair and mirror-like smooth skin.

Prerna had a conch piercing in her left ear that looked like an earphone. She had her hair braided for the marriage. An old friend of mine (Gagan) came to congratulate us. He stood in between Prerna and me for a pic.

Then he said something to her to make her laugh, showing us a glimpse of her pearly white teeth. I got busy with folks coming from my side while Gagan kept company. In a way, I was thankful that he took her off my hands. I was tired of having to entertain her constantly.

I thought I saw Gagan putting his arm around Prerna’s back from the corner of my eye. Brushing it off as normal behavior, I focused on the guests on stage. Prerna was looking ravishing. She was not the quiet type, I thought but very chatty from her interaction with Gagan. He was not that different from me.

He was a shade darker, a couple of inches taller, and a bit more athletic. I got an idea to see Prerna in action with Gagan. I barely knew her for a few hours anyway. So I called Gagan to the side and discussed with him. At first, he offered to leave but later agreed if Prerna cooperated.

Convincing Prerna was easier than I thought. She objected like any faithful wife. But agreed on the condition that if anyone caught her, she would profess complete ignorance of frolicking with her husband’s friend. Now the problem remained how to make it happen.

Gagan suggested doing it in my room. So he went to wait there while I convinced Prerna to go there. Prerna was looking hot with big brown eyes and thick hair. My cock was loving the stimulation. In a matter of minutes, the viGaganen in front of me would be fully satisfied.

She was also excited to go, so we decided that she should go to our room on the pretense of fixing makeup. I would follow to call her back. I started talking to someone. When the person left, almost 10 minutes had elapsed. I started to my room, but Prerna was back. Her forehead was glistening with sweat.

Fearing the worst, I asked her what the matter was. “It’s done,” she panted. I jizzed on hearing. After cleaning myself, I asked her to confirm, and she repeated her statement. “As soon as I removed my panty, he did me,” she said excitedly.

I knew he was impatient, but this was a quickie even for him. “He came in 2 minutes,” she said, still breathing heavily. Good, I thought, I wouldn’t have lasted more than 30 seconds with this beauty. Prerna looked even sexier after getting fucked.

She pressed her full lips together to refresh her red lipstick. She wanted to remove the fake braid and pompoms. But I asked her to wait till I saw her in the act.

Prerna: What’s there to see?

Amol: To jack off, baby. Ours is not a love marriage anyway.

This time I told her to take it easy and slow until I arrived on the scene. She took a head start while I dealt with a guest on the stage. It was almost ten minutes before I started. I pressed the elevator call button only to find Prerna in there. As soon as the door closed, she whispered to me:

Prerna: What took you so long?

Amol: It’s only 10 minutes.

Prerna: This time, he drilled me for more than 5 minutes.

Amol: Shucks, baby! Tell me more.

Prerna: Last time the light was off, he mounted me in missionary position. This time the light was on, and he did doggy style, that’s all.

My cock was in full attention as Prerna went over the details, but I still wanted to see her while doing it. A separate reception party was not held for lack of guests, so we took the night train to Amritsar. We were in a first-class coupe since we were the only newly wedded couple on the train.

We indulged in a fair bit of foreplay inside the coupe. Prerna was texting someone, and I asked her who it was. She coolly replied that it was Gagan. He was in the 4-seater next door. On hearing that he was on the same train, my cock stood up like a pole.

Prerna noticed it and held it over my pajama. It started throbbing, and I did not attempt to move away. Seeing the expression of total bliss on my face, Prerna opened my pajama and pulled down my boxers to see my penis.

“Clean and shaved, just the way I like it,” she announced before taking my member into her mouth. I closed my eyes to feel the softness and warmth of her mouth when somebody knocked on the door. It looked like a midnight booty call.

I quickly got dressed and opened the door to find Gagan standing outside. I went out and asked Prerna to lock the door. We had a quick conversation before I asked Gagan for a peep show. Gagan said he wanted to do it, but he could only do it one more time.

I was also prepared this time around and climbed the upper berth to see them. Soon enough, there was a single knock on the coupe door. Prerna opened the door and went back to bed. Gagan came inside and immediately switched off the light.

He closed the curtains and turned on the reading lamp. Unknown to me Prerna had raised her ass to fuck in reverse cowgirl style. Gagan pushed his condom-clad tool into Prerna’s pussy in a single stroke. When he started pumping, she matched his strokes by gyrating backward with every forward thrust.

Gagan was ecstatic by the way he threw his head back. He wrapped Prerna’s braid around the palm of his hand. He slapped her butt cheeks lightly, but she didn’t approve. At least that’s what I thought when she said something inaudible in his ear.

This time he slapped hard on both sides. There was a muffled cry from Prerna as she continued to rock. This was the longest I’d lasted. Increasing pace, I looked down at Prerna’s narrow back and silky hair.

I’d forgotten to ask her about the hair. How much of the braid was real hair, and if she was inked. Slowly I asked her about her hairstyle. She didn’t hear, so I repeated. Prerna answered that it was in a past shoulder lob. ‘Khach, khach,’ came the sound as Gagan interrupted and deboarded the train.

Amol: Go on.

Prerna: I was going to say last year. When your friend cut my braid at the shoulder.

Amol: Okay, baby, I’m about to cum. Where should I put it?

She took my cock and put it into her shaved cunt. We rocked a bit till she climaxed. I saw her expression and creamed her pussy. I was thinking about telling her about my premature ejaculation when she guessed it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of your premature ejaculation in no time,” she said, holding my hand. I was spent and slept till Amritsar junction.

Before getting off, we took a shower and changed. Firstly we went to the nearest beauty parlor and got Prerna a long bob. Her haircut included short bangs, which made her look younger. Then we went to do our pilgrimage to commemorate our marriage.