The Arranged Marriage

Arranged marriages are a common affair in our Indian society. This is a short story of my wedding night, the events in this account take place in the year 2003.

I have always loved watching movies and have always been fascinated by the love and relationships etc. But unfortunately I never really had a relationship. I come from a small city in north India and having a relationship was a taboo. I had my first sexual experience in my teens but after I turned 19 my sex life hit a rough road. During my time at Delhi university I did went to a brothel few times, but never really appreciated the experience and convinced myself that sex was not that big of a deal.

After my graduation, I moved back to hometown and did not have a proper job for almost a year and a half and taught mathematics to high school students during this time, which I still do. And then in 2002 I finally got a government job. Six months into the job and talks about my marriage started in my house. I have a young sister, (to whom I was very close

I may write about that some other time) and I always dodged the talks by insisting that she should get married first. Well, no one really listened to me, and actually, I’m glad that the did not. And in the December 2002, the hunt for the perfect bride began.
As I mentioned above I come from a small town and from a conservative family so naturally there were a lot of stipulations in the process of finding the perfect bride. My mother rejected four good looking girls, for reasons that piss me off to this day.

I was getting frustrated as well. It was like, I always said to my parents that I was not ready to get married yet but after number three I was getting irritated and wanted it all to end as soon as possible. I started praying to god to please get me married as soon as possible because I just hated that period. In that period everyone only talked about my marriage, literally everyone in the town, a common statement was thrown around “Haan bhiya kab ho rahi hai shaadi?”.

And finally, my maternal uncle came to rescue and showed my mother the girl number five, her future daughter in law. This was the fifth time I was going to see a girl, and she was as beautiful as others in past, but I wasn’t really hoping that much, given the past experience.

My family loved their family and it was set for 23rd November 2003.
Leading up to the day I had very few chanced to speak to my future wife. She was beautiful, we met once in June after my office and I was in love with her. She came across very shy to me and as a true Indian boy, I asked her if she was a virgin? And to my surprise, she said no. I was taken back a bit, but then she asked if I was? To which I said no. She then said she had a boyfriend in college and she dated him for few months before calling it quits and never had a relationship after that.

And then I asked how many times she had sex with him (what a stupid question) to which she said only two times, as that was the reason for her breakup. After that, we talked about the stress of arranged marriage for barely two minutes before she left awkwardly. I felt like such a pervert for asking her such questions, we did not speak for a month and I was worried what if she asks her parents to call off the marriage, but fortunately, that did not happen. We finally spoke a month before our marriage over the phone and I apologized to her, she did not reply and only said that she was happy to know that I felt bad about asking such question.

Finally, the day I was waiting for. My hormones were running high. Ever went to a noon wedding it’s beautiful. People should get married in sunlight it’s awesome I’ll tell you why.
By the time we came home it was 10 pm and I tired. I was too tired that I was not even reacting to the teasing done by my friends and family.

And then after all the formalities, I was finally pushed into my newly built room around 11:30 pm. And there she was waiting for me. I just fell on the bed and said I’m going to faint. But we started talking about the day and the things. And then I asked her she should change. I started helping her with her jewelry and ran my fingers discreetly giving just the right hint to which she shy smiled and acknowledged the touch making short eye contacts and slowly giving it in. She asked where is the changing room to which I said ‘here’ and she laughed in a very manner that pushed my tiredness off my head and body.

She removed her jewelry and went into the bathroom and came out wearing only her blouse and petticoat I was laying on the bed and got up as I looked at her. She was looking majestic, she still does. Blood was indeed rushing downwards and I asked her to lay down and rest. We lay sideways facing each other, covered our self in a quilt. And the room was filled with love. We again talked about the day and told her that she was very beautiful. I leaned forward and kissed her on the temple. I did not leaned back but moved my body towards her and hugged her. I felt so comfortable hugging her and almost slept and then I kissed her. We kissed for a while, and then I tried to touch her boobs she resented but I guess she realized that she was married now. But was being extremely gentle and told her if she’s not comfortable then I won’t be either.

She leaned forward and kissed me and whispered ‘slowly’ and we kissed and kissed. I ran my hands over her ass and loosen up her petticoat she ran her hand over the back and took off my kurta. We looked at each other and said I love her and replied she loves me too. I started kissing her neck slowly going down and opening her blouse and kissing over the bra she slowly removed her bra exposing her firm boobs and I just went at it she felt ticklish. She ran her hand over my crotch area and gave me a surprised look and I looked at her and quickly removed my pajama exposing me hard penis, she kept looking at it and then I took her hand to grab it and she slowly started stroking it, I still haven’t mounted her and was kissing her and kissing her neck and she was stroking my dick. I was about to cum when I pushed her hand away and covered my dick discreetly with my pajama and wiped off my cum while I went on top of her. I said to her to remove her petticoat and her reply to that was the most erotic thing I had ever heard. She said that she wants me to fuck her in doggy style because she feels very shy.

The way she said that it was so innocent and hot that I turned her around and took off her petticoat and the pink silk pantie. And joined her for the very first time. First thrust and she exhaled heavily, the second thrust and she turned her head around looking at me, her eyes said it all. She demanded more and I happily obliged, not for long before extreme excitement took over and I came inside her. She turned around and pulled me down and kissed me and took my penis in her hand and put inside her. As she touched my penis I was hard again. And I began thrusting and now in the natural missionary position we fucked and fucked and made love, till morning. I made her mount me but she got too shy and we went back to missionary. I came seven times and she came five times.

Now when I look back to that night. Her request to start with the doggy style was so honest that it laid the foundation of trust and honesty and made us love each other even more.
I have told this to her many times and she always laughs about it and wiggles her ass. Her honesty made our sex life super awesome.