I Married A Stranger – And Fell In Love With Him

Hello Everyone! Ddevil here with a new Story for you guys. So this is not the usual ones that I write. Its quite a different story. I just happen to read an article somewhere and got inspired to write this Story. I wouldn’t call this a ‘Sex’ Story. I’ll rather call it a ‘Love Making’ Story between a Husband and a Wife. Pls do read it and mail me all your comments and feedback on [email protected]. And people asked me if I’m on Google+, Facebook, Hangouts, MySpace or Twitter. So I’m NOT available anywhere. My mail ID: [email protected] is the only place where you can find me.

Coming to the Story Now: Sameera is Married off to Imran in an Arrange Marriage. She doesn’t know him so properly. Shes never properly met him before the Marriage. She doesn’t know how he behaves or how will he treat her on the Night of their Marriage. So read on to find out what happens with her…

In Sameera’s Words:

I sat on the Bed decorated all around with flowers. I was never so nervous as I was tonight. I didn’t knew how will my husband- Imran treat me.

“If you don’t satisfy your husband on your Suhaag Raat then you fail as a wife for the rest of your life.” was what my mother told me and it kept echoing in my ears all the while. All my life I’ve been taught not even to talk to Strangers and today suddenly I was suppose to have sex with one. I didn’t knew what to do or how to react. I took out my diary from under the pillow and just wrote “I MARRIED A STRANGER.” in block letters when I heard the door opening and hid the diary under the mattress. I looked down in nervousness. I saw Imran’s legs as I kept my head down.

“Sameera!” I heard Imran call me. Slowly I looked at him in nervousness. I was literally sweating. I couldn’t face him.

Next moment I saw him sitting on his knees in front of the bed in front of me and take my hand in his hand.

“Look Sameera. I’m Sorry! But I won’t do anything tonight. You sleep on the bed. I’ll sleep on the sofa.” He said. I looked at him in a disbelief.

“Its not that I don’t like you. Its just that I don’t know you properly. I want to know you and love you and then sleep with you. If I sleep with you without knowing you then there won’t be a difference between a wife and a prostitute and you’re my wife. That will be like a shame on my part. Pls do understand.” he continued.

“Its Ok.” was all I could say.

“Thank you!” he said gently keeping his hand on my shoulder as he got up and went towards the sofa.

“I think you need to change your clothes before sleeping. You won’t be able to sleep in that Lehenga and so many jewelries.” he said and opened the washroom for me. I gladly went inside and changed to a night suit. I came outside and he went in and changed to his tracks and t-shirt and we both slept. I couldn’t believe what just happened.Some where deep inside me I found myself quite lucky to be married to someone like Imran.

“One more thing madam! I’m not a secret Gay. Just wanted to clear that.” he said jokingly as we both were about to sleep seperately. I woke up next morning and found Imran entering the room with a tray of two tea cups in them.

“You made tea? You could have woken me up. I would have made tea for you.” I woke up and said in a panic.

“No need for that yaar! Naukrani nai ho tum meri. Wife ho. And I’m pretty good at cooking some stuff. So I’ll cook for you sometimes. And you cook for me sometimes.” he said giving me the tea. We both had tea together and chatted together. I started liking this guy actually. I was opening up with him a little bit. We both kept spoke to each other whenever we got a chance. He sometimes used to take me advise on his work and personal stuff. I used to hesitate in the beginning remembering how my dad once yelled at my mom in anger when she tried to advise him on something. But he helped me open up with him. He had a smoking habit so one night I just looked at him smoking and there he asked me. “What happen? You feel uncomfortable with this? I’ll smoke outside if you want.”

“Naa! It ok. I’m just looking.” I said.

“You want to try?” He said offering me a cigarette.

I hesitated a bit and took the cigarette from his hand and took a puff in my mouth. We both then smoked together. He actually used to share his cigarette with me every night after he came from work. So one night we both went on a dinner and came back. We were standing in the balcony talking to each other.

“Why you get so attentive when you talk to me? Why do I feel like you’re balancing you’re words when you talk to me?” He asked me that night.

“My parents have actually given me a list of things not to do or say in front of my husband or else I’ll fail as a wife. That sometimes hits my mind even when I try not to think about it.” I said. He started laughing loudly.

“Don’t worry. Wo list phaad k phek do. You’re my wife not a student to pass or fail or a slave to do as I say. Just be yourself. Be happy.” He said and hugged me tightly from my side and went in to sleep.

Listening to he just said I started to melt. I had tears in my eyes. You usually cry when you’re sad. But tonight I wasn’t Sad. Not at all Sad. I just felt something really deep inside me. I tried to control my cry so that Imran won’t hear it and started crying letting out all my emotions. Imran suddenly turned around and came running towards me. Before he could reach me I ran and hugged him tightly. He kept his hands on my back. I felt really protected at that moment. I now wanted him with me. I no more wanted him to sleep on the sofa. I now wanted him to sleep with me on the bed. I wanted him like a wife wants her husband. Looking up deeply into his eyes I went close to his mouth.

Closing my eyes I kissed him on his lips. He too opened his lips and kissed me back. Moving his hands from my back he hold my face in his hands lovingly as we both kissed each other for a long time. I started to feel butterflies inside my stomach and as we kissed I could feel semi hardness inside Imran’s tracks. Parting from the kiss for a while Imran said “You’re sure you want to do this?”

“You’re sure you’re not a Secret Gay?” I asked him back.

“You’ll find out tonight.” he said laughing and took me to the bed and we both laid there. He came on top of me as we both couldn’t stop kissing each other. I got my hand on his T-shirt and removed it exposing his chiseled muscled body which he hid from me all these days. He too got his hands on the side of my T-shirt to remove them. I resisted for a while.

“What now?” He asked.

“I’m not a Virgin.” I informed him.

“I thought you’ll say you have AIDS.” He again said playfully which meant that he didn’t mind what I said. I again pulled him towards me and kissed him tightly. Parting again for a while he opened my t-shirt and exposed my bra and again kissed me.

While we both entered our tongues inside each other’s mouth and exchanged a lot of saliva I felt his muscular arms with my hands as he kept one hand above my shoulder and another one behind me to unhook my bra. Unhooking my bra he threw it aside. Parting from the kiss he kissed his was down to my boobs and started to suck on my nipples one after the another. I kept caressing his hairs with my hand as he kept feeding on my boobs one after the other. Just by sucking my boobs he gave me a heavenly feeling. I had closed my eyes and just kept feeling his lips, tongue and teeth sucking lovingly on my boobs. I heard myself moan in pleasure as my Husband (now my loving hubby) kept munching on my titties one after the other all the while. He then went down and kissed me on my navel. I felt his wet tongue go inside my navel deeply. I felt a tingling sensation as he did that.

“Stop it!” I said as I laughed out. He looked deeply into my eyes and slowly with his fingers untied my salwar.

“It would have been more erotic if you untied it with your teeth.” I said looking at him.

“I don’t mind doing it but I need to learn how to do it.” he said making me smile again.

Coming up again he kissed me on my lips as he removed my salwar with his hands. Kissing his way down he came between my legs and just looked at my light hairy pussy. I felt a little shy showing my pussy to my husband for the first time.

“Sorry! I never planned for this tonight. Or else I would have shaved it.” I said.

“You don’t need to say sorry. In fact you’re so beautiful there that I would have eaten you even if you had a bush right now.” He said looking into my eyes and kissing my inner thighs. Slowly he went licking his way down to my moist pussy. I moaned loudly in pleasure as I felt my hubby’s tongue enter my pussy and he started to eat me. I kept my hand inside his hairs and kept caressing it as he kept giving me oral pleasures. Licking his way up he took my clitoris in his mouth and began to muff on it. I felt like I was in seventh heaven. I kept leaking from my pussy all the while as he kept eating my pussy. Soon I felt my orgasm build up inside me. The silence of the room was all filled by my loud moans.

Soon I started to cum all over Imran’s mouth. I thought he might get offended by this but I found him drinking all my cum in his mouth. He put his tongue deep inside my pussy as I kept cumming. That act of his made me feel more and more heavenly as he kept licking each and every drop of my cum from deep inside me.

He then came up after I was done completely. He kissed me on my lips madly. I could taste a little bit of my own cum in his mouth as we both kissed each other. His lips felt more and more soft and I felt like kissing him more and more every time our lips met.

We then rolled up and I came on top of him. I now went down on him licking his chiseled body. He had a deep cleavage on his chest separating his pecs. I licked in in between. I could hear him moan as I licked and gave a love bite on his nipples. Licking my way down on his abs I went all the way between his legs and removed his tracks with my hands. His erect circumcised dick sprang up as soon as I threw away his tracks. I took his hard dick in my hand and stroked it with. He had a great length and hardness.

“I think I’ll be quite happy now for the rest of my life.” I said looking at it as I stroked it with my hand. He just smiled at me as I looked at him. Looking into his eyes I opened my mouth and took his dick head inside my mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure as I felt his head get wet with my tongue.

He started to leak his precum as I kept taking his dick deeper and deeper inside my mouth. Moving my hand down on his balls I now took the entire length inside my mouth and began to blow his erect penis. He moaned and groaned heavily as I kept sucking on his dick. I could feel his fingers caressing my hairs. I felt him leak more and more precum as I kept sucking him. He then folded his legs and as he was about to cum now. I started to suck him with more speed as he kept pushing from the bottom to match my speed.

I now felt his dick head grow as he started to cum all inside my mouth. I felt his hot semen blow inside my mouth as he kept cumming. I got my mouth on his dick head and stroked him from below with one hand and played with his balls with the other as he kept blowing spurts after spurts inside my mouth. Drinking all his semen I didn’t leave a drop behind. I then licked my way up from his dick to his hard rock abs to his sexy muscular clean shaven chest to his neck to his lips and kissed him wildly. We both were all naked now. As we kissed, I hugged him tightly giving him a message that “I accept you as my lovingly wedded hubby.”

He too took me in his tight embrace with the reply to my me that “You’re my wife. My responsibility. I won’t let anything or anyone harm you and will protect you for the rest of my life.”

I could still feel his dick hard on my legs. Even I was all wet inside my pussy. He took me under him in missionary position. We were now ready for the real action. Parting from the kiss he looked at me deeply into my eyes. “I love you! I’m glad that I married you. I promise never to be unfaithful with you or hurt you in any way.” he said looking at me as I felt his breath closely to me.

I couldn’t stop myself from saying that “I love you too. I didn’t follow the rules that were taught to me about being a good wife. But I promise never to disappoint you and would stand by you come what may.”

That was enough for us to confirm that we both were ready for it. Just then he changed his facial expression and started smiling and singing “Kab se adhoori hai ek dastaan. Aaja usey aaj anjaam de.”

“To do na anjaam. Gaana baad mein gaana.” I told him smiling back. We were so close that our lips touched when we spoke.

We then kissed each other and I slowly felt his hard erect manhood enter me. I heard myself moan in between the kiss as I felt my hubby entering my love hole slowly. He was deeply inside me now.

He started with slow strokes. His one hand was on my back and the other one was on my thighs holding it while I had both my hands on his back pulling him more and more towards me. I felt like I needed all of him tonight but just wasn’t getting enough of it. His hard back muscles felt great as he kept stroking me from the bottom. I felt like I was flying in a thin air as my hubby made love to me all the while. I kept pushing from the bottom as he kept fucking his dick deep and deep inside me. I got my hand in front and lovingly caressed his face looking deeply into his eyes and pulled him to kiss me as he kept gently fucking me. I kept moaning gently as he kept stroking his dick deep inside my pussy all the while.

“Can I ride you?” I asked him.

“Your wish is my command baby!” he said and without taking his dick out of my pussy he rolled me and came under me. I now started to ride him while he lay there pushing from the bottom. He got his hands up and kept playing with my boobs squeezing them and pinching my nipples. I got my hands on his body and kept caressing his hard body as I rode him. We felt all wet in our private parts as we were leaking precums while we both fucked.

Slowly Imran got his hands down on my waist and kept caressing my bums and waist while I rode him. I rode him for a long time and was beginning to go out of breath by now. Imran understood it and pulled me towards him and kissed me on my lips and rolled me over again in missionary position. He was again on top of me and I kept pushing from the bottom. Soon we both felt like our orgasm building up inside us.

I told him to go faster now. He started to increase his speed now. I heard myself moan louder and louder as he kept pounding me more and more. We both kissed tightly as we reached our orgasms both at the same time. I squirted my juices while he left his hot cream inside my pussy. He still kept stroking me till we both left the final drop of our cums. We were all drained out by now sweating and panting heavily. Imran’s dick came back to normal and slide out of my pussy as our breathing got back to normal. Switching On the AC we lied inside the blanket in each other’s arms talking and cuddling lovingly.

We stopped calling each other with our names and called each other as Baby and Shona. According to the Calender, we were engaged a year ago and married almost a month ago. But it was today that we fell in love and felt like getting married. This was the most special night I’ve ever had. We both kept talking lovingly in each other’s arms and don’t remember when we dozed off.

I woke up next morning lying in my hubby’s arms. I looked at him sleeping peacefully beside me. I had a really different feeling today. I felt happy, satisfied and complete all at the same time. I turned beside and took out my diary from under the mattress. I took out the page where I wrote in block letters that “I MARRIED A STRANGER.” and added “AND FELL IN LOVE WITH HIM.”

So that was Sameera and Imran’s Arranged Marriage Story. Sorry about pulling it so long. Pls do mail me all your comments and feedback [email protected]. And do respect your spouses guys. Everyone in your life comes and goes but your spouses are the only ones who stay. Thats the reason we call them Life Partners.

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