Hi, my name is Lisa Gomes, and I am 23 years old. My stats are 34-30-36, and I am a good-looking girl from Goa. I am the only daughter of my parents, who raised me with love and care. I got everything I wanted in life, so I want to tell you how I met my husband.
I attended a girls’ school in Goa and then went to a well-known college in Goa to pursue my bachelor’s and master’s degrees. After college, I decided to move to Mumbai to find a well-paid job. I was staying with my aunt in Mumbai. When I arrived, I went shopping for clothes and lingerie to wear to the office. I bought short skirts, tops, jeans, panties, and bras. I visited a beauty parlor for a haircut and waxing. I also had my eyebrows and nails done and ended with a relaxing body massage before starting my new job.
On my first day of work, I met the CEO and owner of our company, Mrs. Geeta Kapoor, who introduced me to the whole team. She was very nice and made me feel comfortable on my first day. Mrs. Geeta was a widow and had a son, Raj Kapoor, and a daughter, Tanvi Kapoor. Her daughter was already married to a businessman, Anuj Modi, and had two kids. Raj was single and 47 years old. I don’t know why Raj had not married until then, but he was a very good person. Raj was on the board of directors and was involved in the day-to-day business of the company.
A few days after joining the office, Mrs. Geeta asked me to become Raj’s personal secretary. As the days passed, I sensed that Raj was attracted to me.
One day, at the end of the workday, he asked if I would go to dinner with him that night. I politely accepted his invitation.
After work, he drove me to a fancy restaurant in town. Once we arrived, we were given a table in a private area. He ordered a bottle of red wine and some cheese. As we drank wine, Raj asked me if I had a boyfriend, and I told him that I wasn’t committed to anyone. Raj then told me that he liked me very much and wanted to marry me if I accepted his proposal.
I was thunderstruck by the proposal; how could a rich family’s son propose to a middle-class girl?! He told me that his mother, Geeta, also liked me and wanted me to be her bahu. I told Raj that I liked him too and accepted his marriage proposal.
We finished our dinner, and he drove me back to my apartment. Once we arrived, as I was saying goodbye, he held me close and started kissing me on my lips. We explored each other’s mouths for a few minutes. As we broke the kiss, he said, “I love you,” and I gave him a wink.
The next day, I was invited to meet the Kapoor family. I was introduced to all the chachas, mamis, and dadis of the family, and everyone admired my beauty. They teased Raj about how he had managed to catch a hottie. Since my family was not in Mumbai, I asked Geeta if they would like to visit Goa to ask for my hand from my parents, which she said we could do next month.
The next day at the office, news spread about Raj proposing to me, and most of the girls in the office were literally jealous of me. They couldn’t believe I was going to be the bahu of the Kapoor family. I felt proud when I reached the office and was very happy.
Raj and I started hanging out, going to dinner, movies, and clubs. We danced in discotheques, holding each other close. We also had romantic moments in the car when he dropped me home from work. He would kiss me and touch me, which aroused me, but I told him that I would only lose my virginity after marriage, which he accepted gracefully.
Finally, the day came when Raj’s family and I reached Goa to meet my mom and dad. We had arranged rooms in a three-star hotel for Raj’s family to stay, as I had a small house. My dad and friends came with cars to pick us up from the airport. My dad hugged me when he saw me. I introduced him to Raj and the rest of the family. My dad and friends then dropped the whole family at the hotel to rest and said they would pick them up for dinner that night.
When my dad and I reached home, my whole family was waiting for me. As I reached home, I was hugged by my mother. My family from my mother’s side had gathered to join us for my proposal dinner, which we had booked at a good seafood restaurant in Panjim. I had called a beautician to my house to get ready for dinner.
At 7 pm, we were all ready and reached the restaurant, where my dad went to bring Raj’s family. My mom hugged Geeta, and we were all escorted to our dinner table. We had already placed our food order in advance, so we were served food and drinks promptly. Geeta then told my family how lucky they were to have me as their bahu and that they were there to ask for my hand for their son. My mother said she also liked Raj and was ready for the marriage.
Geeta was very happy and said that the only problem was that I would have to convert to his religion before the wedding. There was some tension, especially with my father, who was a little reluctant, but my mom made my father understand that this family was very good and wealthy, and she wanted their daughter to marry like a princess. Geeta informed them they would organize a puja at a temple in Varanasi, where I would be converted. Both my mom and dad accepted the proposal. Geeta then mentioned that once I was converted, they would host an engagement party in Mumbai, to which everyone would be invited.
We all had dinner, and it was time to say goodbye. We dropped the Kapoor family back at the hotel and returned home. The next day, I had to leave with the Kapoor family back to Mumbai. We were all dropped off at the airport by my dad, and we said goodbye to everyone before we entered the departure lounge.
Once we reached Mumbai, I said goodbye to everyone, and Raj dropped me and my aunt off at my apartment.
The next day at work, everyone was congratulating Raj and me, and there was a festive atmosphere all around. Geeta was very happy to see her son finally getting married. A few weeks later, we went to the temple in Varanasi. Once we arrived at the hotel in Varanasi, Geeta came to my room and gave me a white saree and glass bangles, telling me to wear the saree without a bra and panties. She also advised me to shave my whole body so that there was no hair left.
The next morning, we got up early, and I took a shower before putting on the white saree and bangles. I applied coconut oil to my hair and styled it in a tight bun. We left the hotel to go to the temple, where the entire puja setup was ready. I sat in front of the fire, where the priest started chanting the mantras. He then told me to throw some flowers into the fire, and finally, milk was poured on my head to conclude the puja. The priest finally told me that the formalities were complete and that Raj and I could get married.
Once in Mumbai, we had the engagement party organized, where we exchanged rings. Our wedding was scheduled for May 21, and all the preparations were in full swing. Raj’s family had booked the Bombay Gymkhana open lawn area for the wedding. My wedding dress was designed by a top designer who created a stunning lehenga for me. My family from Goa had all gathered in Mumbai for the wedding.
The wedding day arrived, and I got up early in the morning to get ready for the ceremony. The beautician team was prepared to assist me. First, they tied my hair, applied coconut oil, and helped me wear the red bra and panty. Then, the head beautician started applying makeup to my face and body. Finally, they told me to wear the wedding lehenga.
Once I was ready, I adorned myself with all the ornaments. I was taken to the mandap, where Raj was eagerly waiting to see his bride.
The pandit started the pooja. He then instructed Raj to tie the mangalsutra around my neck and put sindoor on my forehead. He guided us to take seven pheras around the fire. Finally, we exchanged flower garlands and were officially declared husband and wife.
A reception was organized in the evening for all the invitees. All our family and friends attended the reception. It was a grand event as it was the wedding of Geeta Kapoor’s son. Everyone was wishing and blessing us. My friends teased me about how lucky I was to marry a wealthy man. I felt proud to have finally become Raj Kapoor’s wife. Raj was excited and held me the entire time. He told me he was just waiting for the suhaag raat. I smiled at him and said, “Just wait a bit.”
At 10 pm, the reception was finally over. We were taken by car to a grand seven-star hotel for our wedding night. Geeta booked us the presidential suite for the night. Raj and family members decided to have drinks at the hotel bar while my cousin sisters took me to the suite.
When we entered the room, it was fully decorated with fresh flowers and lights. On the bed, there was a flower design saying “Raj Weds Lisa.”
My cousins had brought a small suitcase containing clothes and lingerie. They told me I could relax on the bed as Raj would be there soon. I noticed there were condoms and coconut oil in a container. I asked my cousins why they had kept coconut oil, and one of them replied, “You’re going to have a lot of pain, babe, so don’t forget to apply oil.”
I felt shy at her words. They said they were leaving and wished me a fun suhagraat.
After a few minutes, Raj entered the room and came straight to me. He sat next to me and said that he was lucky to have an “atom bomb” like me as his wife. I laughed at his words and said I was also blessed to have a husband like him.
He leaned close, and we began kissing. I opened my lips, and we exchanged tongues, our saliva blending together. Raj started to bite my lips, and my mouth became wet with his saliva.
He began to untie my choli from the back. I showed him my red bra, which he really liked. He then unhooked my bra, released my breasts, and held them while sucking on my nipples to make them hard. I was in seventh heaven, enjoying every moment. I told him I wanted to remove my jewelry. I took off my jewelry and opened my bun, letting my hair down. Raj then pulled the lehenga’s skirt string down, leaving me in only my panties. He lifted me and placed me on the bed, then pulled my panties down, revealing my shaven pussy. I instinctively covered my pussy with my hands in shame.
He leaned in and began kissing me again. I was turned on as he touched me. He started licking my pussy, making me wet. I was completely aroused and quickly reached orgasm. Then Raj pulled me close to his cock and told me to give him a blowjob. Proud to be Raj’s wife, I took his cock in my mouth and started to suck it like a lollipop. As I blew him, he grew rock hard and was ready for a lovely session.
I lay down in a missionary position and told Raj to apply some coconut oil to my pussy and his cock. As we lubricated ourselves with oil, Raj tried to put a condom on his cock. I said, “Babe, you’re 47, and there’s not much time. I want to get pregnant with your baby, so just forget about the condom.”
He guided his cock into my pussy, and as it entered, I felt extreme pain and let out a loud noise. Raj then started to fuck me faster. I told him to apply more oil on his cock so I would feel better while he fucked me. He increased his pace and finally released his semen inside me. I lay in his arms, kissing him, and eventually, we both fell into a deep sleep.
I will be writing about my honeymoon next. Please give feedback at [email protected]