Dear readers, let me tell you right at the start that this is going to be a long story. Perhaps really long, so I apologize. I hope that you will still read it. I hope you will like it. And I would absolutely love to read your comments. I’m Akash, and this story is about how my wife Shilpi and I made love for the first time. I have chosen not to reveal some details, I hope they won’t affect the story.
Shilpi and I had an arranged marriage. Our match was made through common friends, and our parents approved. We had met a few times after that, exchanged numbers, and would often chat on facebook and WhatsApp. I would call her sometimes late at night, just to hear her voice a few times. We had almost fallen in love. Our parents, however, did tell us not to meet too often before the wedding. Anyway, let me start the story, from our wedding night reception. The night where the couple is supposed to have the most beautiful sex of their lives.
I entered the room, and softly closed the door behind me. Shilpi was sitting on the bed, her knees pulled up, and her arms around them. She looked beautiful in her bridal finery. I smiled. She gave a nervous smile, and I went and sat beside her. I gently placed my hands on her hands, and looked at her. She slowly lifted her gaze, shyly. I knew what was going on in her mind.
“You look beautiful,” I said. She smiled shyly again.
“Shilpi, there’s something I want to say.”
She looked at me questioningly.
“I think we shouldn’t rush into sex if you’re nervous. I don’t want to force myself on you. And I’m nervous myself. I think we can wait till we’re both ready.”
That broke the ice. She exhaled, her shoulders relaxed, and I rightly guessed what she was nervous about. She smiled warmly at me. “I think I’ll change,” she said. “Let me help you.” I replied. I helped her out of her jewellery, and she took a nightdress out of her bag and went to the bathroom to change. She came out after a few minutes, and I changed into a light pair of pyjamas and a t-shirt. Shilpi was sitting on the bed, half covered with the sheets, and letting her hair flow over her shoulders. I settled into bed beside her, keeping a little distance, reached for a the bedside switch and turned off the lights.
We both lay on our sides, facing each other, and we talked. At first, about the wedding, relatives, and then we moved on to other things. We just whispered softly to each other, and shared some of our deepest secrets. All those chats over facebook, WhatsApp, and those late night phone calls made in secret during our brief “courtship.” It was wonderful knowing her even better. There were a few moments when Shilpi recalled something from her past that made her somewhat emotional. I wiped her tears gently, and slowly ran my fingers through her hair during these moments.
They say you never know a person well until you talk to them late into the night. It was about 4am when we finally felt we should sleep. Shilpi came closer to me, and put her arms around my neck. I whispered “Can I kiss you please?” She said “Yes.” Our lips met for the first time in a passionate lock of love. When we pulled apart, we were gasping. She blushed. She gently caressed my face and hair. I gently rubbed her back. We fell asleep, our arms around each other.
Over the next seven nights, we really opened up to each other. Post wedding, some of the relatives were staying on at our place for a few more days. Hence only saw each other at night, and our soft-voiced conversations went on early into the morning. We had grown really comfortable with each other, and though we didn’t think we were ready for sex yet, we did hug and caress each other.
A week later, we went on our honeymoon to a seaside town. The journey was in an overnight train. Shilpi was the centre of attention in our compartment, her bangles giving away that we were newly married. There were some middle aged couples around us, who were expecting that we would start kissing anytime soon, but we didn’t. We kept a friendly banter throughout the trip; we didn’t really want to show our affection in public. When we reached the hotel, it was almost evening, as our train was delayed. Shilpi was very happy on seeing our room, as it had a beautiful view of the ocean. I finally set the bags down, closed the door, and turned to her. She came and put her arms around my neck.
“I love the view,” she said softly.
“Me too. It’s going to be a beautiful week.” I smiled, kissing her.
She took my hand and led me out to the balcony, where we watched the sunset over a nice cup of tea.
It was a tiring trip due to the delays and we had an early dinner in the hotel restaurant. We settled into bed around 8. That is when Shilpi said the words that were on my mind.
“Akash, I think I’m ready now.”
“I think I am too,” I smiled, and pulled her close for a deep, passionate kiss. The thrill was rising in me, my heart was beginning to beat faster, and a heat was beginning to flow through my body. Shilpi and I had discussed what we would do the first time we made love. We knew it was not going to be wild like the movies, and I had to be gentle with her. “Let me go change into something else” said Shilpi, and went into the bathroom. When she was gone, I reached for the condoms in my bag, and kept them under the pillow. I had brought plenty. A few minutes later, the door to the bathroom opened and Shilpi emerged, wearing a deep red gown tied at her waist. Her neck was open, and I thought I had never seen a more stunning woman in my life.
Shilpi turned off the light and joined me on the bed. I took her in my arms and began kissing her gently. “Easy, tiger” she giggled, when I reached for the ropes of her robe. I slowly pulled apart the strings. Shilpi was wearing a pair of black-laced bra and panties. I stopped kissing, and stared at her body, mouth agape. “Well, aren’t you going to do anything?” she laughed. I took off my t-shirt, pulled off her robe, and pressed my warm body against hers, kissing her lips, moving down to her neck, and slowly to her cleavage. She closed her eyes, and an involuntary moan escaped her lips. Her hands were beginning to play with my hair.
I slowly worked my way kissing her navel, her thighs, and planted a quick kiss on her panties. Shilpi sat up, and took off her bra to reveal her breasts. While I was staring at them, she took off her panties and tossed them into a corner of the room. She then tugged at my pyjamas, and I took them off. I was still looking at her body. I had fantasized about her body a few times before our wedding, imagining what she would look like without her clothes. “Like what you see?” she asked. I gulped. She giggled, and pointed at my cock. “You’re big.” “Nothing like a pornstar,” I quipped. “Still enough for me!” she laughed, and pulled me closer for a kiss.
Our warm bodies were rubbing against each other as we lay on our side. Her breasts were pressing against my chest. I kissed her neck, and finally began to kiss those lovely breasts, gently squeezing them, careful not to hurt her. She was enjoying herself, as was evident from the soft sounds of pleasure she was making. I began to kiss her thighs, and slowly worked my way to her waxed pussy. I gave a quick lick, and she shivered. The heat in our bodies began to mount, and she began to shake and shiver as I began to flick my tongue over her pussy lips. My dick was already leaking pre-cum. Shilpi was beginning to get wet down there. I found the taste of her pussy a little weird, but all I wanted to do was pleasure her on our first night to the maximum. All of a sudden Shilpi began to squeeze her legs, and gave out a loud moan, and clasped my hair hard. She was having her orgasm, pretty early! And I hadn’t even begun to fuck her! Shilpi gave a few gasps, and her orgasm passed. She was dripping wet, and I licked her juices a little.
I reached up and kissed her again. Her face was flushed and she was breathing heavily. I let her recover while I gently caressed her. Her anklets, her bangles and the girdle around her waist were glistening, and making soft tinkling noises, adding to the romantic mood. After Shilpi had recovered, it was finally time for me to fuck her. Shilpi had told me that she had masturbated with objects earlier. I reassured her that her being a virgin or not was irrelevant. She then said “Akash… I’m really sorry, but I don’t think I am comfortable with giving you a blowjob. Not just yet.”
“That’s okay, dear. I won’t ever force you,” I smiled. I reached for the condoms under the pillow. As I was about to tear the pack open, she stopped me. “Let’s do this without them for the first time,” she said, “I’ve got the pills.” So I asked her to get me the vaseline from her bag, and I smeared it on my dick liberally. Shilpi helped me with it, and smiled naughtily when she played with it a little. I was hoping I would last a bit. I mounted Shilpi in the missionary pose, and placed my dick at her pussy entrance. She held the tip and tried to guide me in. I began to push, but couldn’t penetrate her. We laughed.
I tried again, and failed. Third time lucky, I thought, as I finally managed to get a little of the head past and inside. I pushed a little harder and managed to get my dick head inside. I could make out that Shilpi was in pain, so I stopped. Shilpi took some time to adjust to the pain, she was gripping my arms really hard. After a minute or two, she asked me to push a little more. I began to push. Inside her pussy, my foreskin began to be pulled back, hurting me. I managed to get about an inch more inside her, and I stopped. Shilpi was in pain again.
I had an urge to thrust, but I knew she would be hurt, so I pulled out a little, and went back in. I did this about 5 times, and suddenly, I just couldn’t hold it anymore. Her pussy was really tight. I grunted with an explosive orgasm, and ejaculated a huge load inside her. She gripped me even harder, as I collapsed, panting, on top of her. I was disappointed a little; I had hoped to last longer.
They say the most beautiful 5 minutes in sex are the last, the soft embrace of a lover’s arms. My wife and I lay, our bodies twined, breathing heavily, sweating, our skin tingling. I gently ran my hands all over her body. The beautiful feeling lasted for about 10 minutes, as my dick slowly became limp and slipped out of her. She finally sat up in bed, and grabbed her robe and a towel, and went to take a shower. I wiped my dick with a tissue. After I had taken a shower, and put on a fresh set of clothes, the two of us were once again lying in an embrace. “That was beautiful, Akash,” she whispered., “thank you for being so gentle.” “I wish I had lasted a bit longer, ” I replied. “Oh don’t worry, we have a whole honeymoon and a lifetime ahead!” she giggled.
There was a breeze blowing, that fluttered the curtains. Our hands were clasped together, our fingers intertwined. The passion of our lovemaking and the exhaustion of the journey had finally caught up, and we drifted off into a beautiful sleep, our bodies pressed against each other.
I woke up early next morning, a little before sunrise. I gently eased her arm off around me, and went to brush and shower. When I was done, Shilpi was stirring awake. She called me over, and we had a good morning kiss, before we went out to the balcony to watch the sun rise.
That, my dear friends, was the story of the first time I made love. The days that followed were filled with the excitement of new discovery. We had plenty of lovemaking sessions, we tried new positions, and revelled in the joy of our new found love.
Dear readers, I apologize once again, for such a long story. I would love to write another story about the rest of our honeymoon, if you readers want to read it. I hope you have not been bored, and I would really love to read your comments. Do let me know if you would like to hear more of my story. Bye!
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