I come from a culture where arranged marriages are customary. It isn’t really expected that the wedding night culminates in the consummation of the marriage like in western nations. We take time to get to know each other and build a certain comfort level before we have sex for the first time. I think that without this background information, readers might not understand this fantasy.
My wife comes from a family where wearing short dresses wasn’t allowed, so she still doesn’t wear them. One day I wanted to surprise her with a present, so I came home early. When I entered, she was seated on the sofa wearing a blue-and-pink Anarkali kurta. I told her she has a hot figure and that a short skirt and tee shirt would look gorgeous on her.
She blushed. “I’m not allowed! My parents are strict.”
I told her that she can wear them now because my in-laws live in another city; she could change into traditional clothes whenever my in-laws came to visit us if she wanted. She lowered her head and replied that she didn’t have any western clothes and that maybe we could shop for them the next time we go out. But I had prepared for this moment. I immediately presented the gift I’d brought her—a blue micro-mini skirt and a short white top.
She looked at me in horror, saying it was too skimpy, etc., but I knew in her heart she wanted to wear it. I motivate her a bit, and she agreed but said she wasn’t wearing any panties. I got an instant erection on hearing this but controlled my emotions and told her, “Don’t worry. It’s only you and me.”
That convinced her; she went into the bedroom to change. I told her to call me in once she finished, and after five minutes, she opened the door.
When I entered, the sight of her nearly stopped my heart. In front of me stood the most gorgeous girl wearing the skimpiest clothes, looking shy but absolutely beautiful. I approached her, but she turned around with her back facing me. The skirt was very short, and she wasn’t wearing panties, so the lower part of her ass cheeks peeked out.
Unable to control myself any longer, I hugged her from behind and gently led her to the bed. I started smooching her, and she began to respond with full passion. She didn’t stop me when I started squeezing her breasts and ass; in fact, it seemed to turn her on more. I sneakily took off my track pants with my legs and then got her out of her new top and skirt. She started to protest gently, but it was more of a formality. (It might seem immodest to act too eager.) I started kissing her again while I unhooked her black bra. Then I removed my shirt too so that we were both completely naked.
She was amazed to see my penis and a bit scared too. I gently guided her hands to it, and she slowly lost her inhibitions. I then started kissing her nipples as I lay on top of her. I kept smooching her boobs for almost 15 mins while simultaneously playing with her clitoris, and I could feel her vagina get soaking wet. Finally, I spread her legs and positioned my penis at the entrance of her vagina.
She gave a mild protest: “I’m afraid of the pain.”
It will only hurt for a moment,” I assured her, “and then you will enjoy it.”
“Okay,” she said and closed her eyes.
I lined up the head of my penis inside her vagina and started to push, but she was incredibly tight, and I found it very hard to get in. I entered slowly and felt an obstruction which I understood to be hymen. She whimpered, saying it hurt, so I pulled back and then thrust with full force. My penis ripped past her hymen, and she gave the loudest shout I have ever heard. But I continued thrusting.
After the initial scream, the pain must have faded quickly. She began to get turned on, moaning, “Keep going.”
We had sex for about 15 minutes, after which I ejaculated inside her and withdrew. It was smeared with blood, and her vagina was dripping with pink-tinted semen.
We hugged each other tightly, then had a shower together. Twice more that afternoon and evening, we had sex, and she orgasmed about five times.
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