Hi readers, this is Vinod again, and I am sharing further incidents in my sexual journey based on the feedback. I hope you have read my earlier 4 stories. It will help in continuity and context purposes.
Coming to the story, within a few weeks of my moving into the PG, my parents started looking for matches for me. After a few, we fixed on one alliance in November. My engagement happened in December, and my marriage was scheduled for February.
Her name was Veena. As I started getting close to the engagement, I decided that I needed to stop meeting guys and get on with life like a normal person. A few days before my engagement, I met Rajesh and Navneesh once each. We had fun.
I conveyed to them that it was going to be my last meeting and that they won’t be seeing me thereafter. Well, life had different plans!
The engagement happened. She, too, was an IT employee in Hyderabad. That made it easier for us to meet frequently after working hours and at weekends. The 2-month gap between engagement and marriage helped develop some rapport and comfort zone between us.
We used to roam around parks, malls, and movies. During those interactions, though not explicitly sexual, I started liking and getting excited about the female touch. I was watching a movie in a couple of seats, with my hand wrapped around her waist.
I was pulling her close, and during the process, holding her boobs. I’m getting a hardon, she accidentally brushes it, blushing at it (acknowledging that she knew I was hard, etc).
Slowly, our conversations started having subtle hints at sexual things – like sharing adult jokes. Sharing links of sexy lingerie, discussing how she would look in them. What I would do when she wears those, etc. This kind of progression happened slowly within those 2 months.
As we were getting close to the marriage date, our late-night conversations turned horny. We were about to leave Hyderabad for our hometowns for marriage preparations. We finished last-minute preparations in Hyderabad. Since we still had time to catch the bus, we decided to go to a movie.
In the movie, there was some serious sexual contact. I wrapped my hand around her waist, squeezed hard, and pulled me closer. I moved my hands up, touched her boobs and squeezed them hard. I loved the feeling and squeezed it further hard.
She let out a moaning sound and looked me in the eyes with a shy smile. She pulled me closer and planted a kiss on my lips. That was our first kiss, our lips opened up automatically, and it turned into a smooch. We continued it for a long time.
That being a working day helped us, and there was no one around us to feel uncomfortable. I kept squeezing her boobs as we were smooching. She was letting out faint moans as we were smooching because of her boob pressing. She took my hand and encouraged me to put my hand in her dress.
She was wearing a loose kurti that day, and it helped. I put my hand in her kurti. Then, I slightly struggled to slide my hand into her bra and started squeezing it. The first touch of a woman’s boobs directly, and the nipple was awesome.
As we went on, we got more and more horny. I untied her pyjama and encouraged me to slide my hand into her panties. My right hand was still in her kurti, playing with her boobs. I slid my left hand into her panties. I was greeted by her sharp pubic hair, probably done hair removal 3 or 4 days ago.
The stubble was sharp. I slid my hand further, and then I had the first touch of pussy. Didn’t get a chance to see, but I could feel it was oozing. I slid my middle finger into the lubricating pussy and slowly started fingering her. She started enjoying it.
She suddenly stopped smooching and whispered, ‘Keep rubbing at the top of the opening.’ As I kept vigorously rubbing it, her breath started getting heavy. She suddenly caught hold of my dick (from above my jeans) and squeezed it. A few seconds later, her whole body started shivering.
I could feel a lot of liquid oozing out of her pussy. Finally, she pulled my hand out and hugged me tightly and kept shivering for a while. We stayed like that for a while, then let go of the hug, smiled, looked into each other’s eyes and watched the rest of the movie holding each other’s hands tightly.
The movie was over, we had a light dinner, packed all that was needed and boarded the bus to our hometowns. Since it was a night journey, we repeated whatever happened in the movie in the bus too, once the lights were off and the other passengers slept.
Again, that not being a weekend helped us as the bus was only half filled. We both fell asleep after a round of fingering. My stop comes a little ahead of hers. Once my hometown arrived, I was getting up to leave.
She kissed me, saying, ‘I can’t wait for our wedding night.’ I, too, kissed her back and got off the bus. Her hometown is about a 30-minute drive from where I got down.
A few days later, the marriage happened, and the big day arrived – the wedding night. All the buildup of excitement towards the big day turned out to be a flop show. All the excitement built up because of the foreplay we did get flattened out.
My dick became soft during the attempts to penetrate. It wasn’t going in as the pussy was tight. It was slipping here and there on every attempt. During the entire process, it became flaccid. She let out a ‘pssst’ sound out of frustration. She held my dick and stroked it, helping it become hard again.
I kept sucking her boobs, and she kept stroking my cock, and after a while, it managed to become hard. This time, she held it with her hand and guided it into her pussy, and we somehow managed to put it in. It felt awesome the moment the head of my cock was entering her tight pussy.
I felt a sense of achievement, and I could see a wide smile on her face as if the smile was telling me ‘fuck me’. I started banging her with full force, and in less than 30 strokes, I was done. I cum but still wanted to go on with the kind of excitement I had in mind, but the cock gave up.
It became flaccid and slipped out of her pussy. I just fell on her, very upset with myself (assuming she too would have been upset). I was just silent. She was patting and softly rubbing my back as if she was saying, ‘it’s ok.’
Though I was upset inside, I was making attempts to carry the mood and resumed sucking her boobs. But she pushed me away and went to wash. I was very determined to do well in the second round, which never happened.
A while after she’s back from the washroom, we had a casual chat. Slowly, we started romance again, but I couldn’t have an erection. She too made an effort by giving a handjob and gently pinching my nipples, etc., but it was no use, and that’s it. That was the end of our wedding night.
The following days were no different either. Within a few days, I started feeling low, and I could also see the frustration in her. Though she never complained, I could sense it from her reactions and body language. It made me feel even lower.
I even started feeling anxious to go home after work every day. A weekend was making me even more anxious. All of this was building up within me, and I was not able to take it any longer. I don’t have anyone with whom I can openly share this kind of stuff.
Out of the blue, I unblocked and called up Rajesh, told him I would like to meet. We met in his room. (the same PG room which I vacated) When his new roomie was not there, he had fun like old times.
I felt pure pleasure sucking his cock, forgetting everything else in this world. Deep down, I felt maybe I was made to please men rather than women. After one round, as we were casually chatting, he asked ‘What made you contact me? How is your sex life?’
That’s it, I blurted out whatever was in my mind. He understood that it was the point of my feeling low that made me meet him again. He then asked me ‘Should I help you?’ I asked ‘What help?’
‘I can fuck your wife and satisfy her,’ he said. I found the thought itself repulsive.
So, guys, I will post what happened next in further parts. You can write to me for feedback on [email protected].