My wife Zoya is 38 years old and has a body type of MILF with a figure of 38D-34-36. She has great assets all over. I am Manav, a 45-year-old male from Delhi with a 6-inch dick. Currently, we are in the US, both working in the IT industry. We have had a great life together and have 2 beautiful kids.
After reading many stories here on ISS, finally I had the courage to write about myself. The stories will be posted in multiple parts, as per your feedback and response received.
Today, I would be writing about the first experience we had before our marriage. The year was 2005 and that was the first time I ever saw her. I was staying in the USA back then, working. One of my cousins was about to get married and I had come to India (Delhi) for the same. This was the first time I ever saw Zoya as her sister was to be the bride of my cousin. I developed an instant crush on her, it was more like love at first sight for me.
Zoya was beautiful and very sexy too. Her figure at that time was 34B-32-36. She was very hot from her early years which I came to know later obviously. I immediately felt something in my heart for Zoya. I had a deep affection for Zoya right away.
Unfortunately, during the entire duration of the wedding, I kept looking at her and glancing at her assets but didn’t have the courage to walk up to her and have a chat. The only time we spoke was when her family served us breakfast the following morning at 7 am.
She was dressed simply in a t-shirt and jeans and looked adorable that time. We struck up a conversation and talked for hours, discussing my job, her studies, and a variety of other topics. Then it came to an end.
When we first met in the evening, I mustered up the guts to ask her on a date, and to my surprise, Zoya agreed. I was very thrilled and excited. After some time, we went for a coffee and later on, went on multiple dates. All this helped us to get closer to each other and finally, we started liking each other.
As my work contract was over, I hung out here in India for 4 months.
After we were sure about each other, I introduced her to my parents. They didn’t have any objections. So, all went well and we had our engagement soon after. Zoya became my fiancee.
After we got engaged, I asked her out for dinner one night, and her sister and her sister’s husband also joined us. So, I went to the restaurant after picking her up from her brother’s house. At 11:30 pm, after supper was finished, I made the decision to drive her back to her brother’s house. Zoya was dressed in traditional Indian dress that day, a red kameez and a white shalwar, which fit her body quite closely and made the majority of her curves apparent.
I made the decision to drop her off at her brother’s flat on the third level since he lives there. Fortunately for us, there was no lift, so we had to climb the steps to the third floor.
When I got to her flat, all I wanted to do was say goodbye and walk out. I don’t know what got over me as I turned to say farewell. We continued kissing like that for two minutes and both of us found it to be really enjoyable. At first, she was surprised but soon, cooperated with me.
After all the kissing, I grew eager and horny, and we moved from the door to the stairs. I began grabbing her breast and began squeezing them firmly. Soon, I could hear her moaning as well. We continued as it was after midnight while we were both in the open on the stairs near her brother’s flat. We were both excited and concerned as well.
As we both were horny, lust took over us and I was not able to control myself. I lifted her kameez which was proving difficult for me, but with her help, I was able to remove it completely.
I started removing her bra too and was successful in that. I saw my fiancee’s boobs and was shocked to see the size (34B), as this was the first time I was seeing her boobs naked. I got hold of them and started sucking them one by one. I kept doing that for around 15 minutes and all this time, Zoya was trying to control the noise coming out from her mouth.
As my fiancee was horny, she started pushing my head toward her boobs to suck them more. We were in action for almost 20 minutes, forgetting that her sister and her husband were downstairs, waiting for me!
When her sister called me from downstairs, I came back to my senses. We broke up and I helped her dress up. At that moment, I picked up her bra and stuffed it in my pants. Then Zoya replied to her sister I was helping her with something and I would be downstairs in a few moments.
We kissed one last time for the day and I went down to the car and drove away.
After getting in the car, I began to worry about what would have happened if her sister, her neighbors, or in the worst event, her brother had seen us. However, I was more excited since I believed that this was the first time I had ever done it. So I was less concerned about the consequences and more excited.
In conclusion, this was my first real-life incident, which occurred back in 2005.
Please share your thoughts with me, and stay tuned for the following sections where I will explain the first time we had sex and how I stole my fiancee’s virginity.