Hello readers. I have been a big fan of ISS since my school days. I always wanted to submit a story, but never had an encounter throughout. And here I am sharing my story after getting married and two months pregnant.
I am, let’s say, Fatima, a young Indian woman in my 30s. I am 5’1″ in height with a nicely built, a little voluptuous body as per my husband, who is 5’9″. My stats are 34-28-38. Yes, I have a big ass and my husband loves my thighs and ass. He never fails to appreciate it or slap it every now and then.
So, coming to my story. I had no sexual encounter till marriage. I had a boyfriend with whom I got physical with, but we never had sex. I only sucked him but didn’t quite like it.
I got married 2.5 years back after a brief date. Before dating, my husband fucked me at every opportunity he got and I loved it so much. I also gave him blowjobs, but only because he loved it. I swallowed his cum a few times, but didn’t quite like it, yet I did not mind.
My husband used to be a bad boy during his college days. So I feel insecure at times. But he doesn’t care anymore about anyone now, only me, and I feel so lucky for that.
On our marriage day, we were so tired of attending so many guests and all. My husband couldn’t move his gaze from around my boobs and ass. He was constantly saying naughty things in my ears when the photographer was asking us to pose as if we were talking to each other. He made me wet then and there.
Skipping the ceremony, my husband went to freshen up and I touched myself and waited for him. Then I remove the lehenga and the blouse. From top to bottom, I was wearing heavy pieces of jewelry and he didn’t care to remove them and started kissing me. I could only imagine his cock growing inside his trousers. I felt the sudden urge to suck him, but he won’t let me.
He pulled my hair and I arched my back in pain. Then he dived in my pussy. It was hairy at that time, but he licked me so well, that I came a few times.
Then he kissed my thighs and sucked my toes. Omg, it was so magical. After around 15 minutes of it, I begged him to stop since I was so drenched. He got up, took out his tool, and showed me his tool. It was thick and I could see the nerves on it. I felt like sucking my husband even though I don’t enjoy it much. But yet I wanted to taste him.
My husband was preparing to fuck me, but I intervened and asked him to let me blow him. I could smell the musky aroma around his tool and I felt so slutty from within as if I loved his cock more than I loved him.
Then I went near his cock and smelled him and his balls. But he was in no mood to let me do anything. Also, he was under the impression that I don’t like giving blowjobs. So, he went in for the main action, but I couldn’t even tell him how much I was craving that dick. I held it with both my hands and started caressing it. As my husband was sitting on a chair then, I managed to kneel and held my husband’s cock firmly. I told him that I felt like tasting him. He smiled at me and as I opened my mouth and put it around his cock, he moaned.
The pieces of jewelry I was wearing wrapped around his cock and I saw him sit there like a king waiting to be emptied. My bangles, mehendi, and pieces of jewelry added color to the scene. He then let me suck his dick for 5 minutes and then demanded that I get up and surrender to him. I didn’t want to, but I got up and sat on his cock, knowing his cock was always available to me. I felt so complete.
I sat on him with my back facing him, reverse cowgirl, and started moving. I touched my boobs while I was only wondering about the thing inside me, while my husband appreciated my ass and called me his whore. I felt so good because I knew I belonged to his cock now, and this thought made me so horny.
He slapped me continuously and then we changed the position. I switched to doggy and he slowly inserted his tool inside. It was warm and I had a mirror in front of me. I saw my king claiming me for the first and the infinity time. He held my hair and pulled it saying dirty things that my boobs were aching to go out of my blouse and that the waiters had a good view of them when I was eating.
I asked for mercy, but my husband fucked me even harder and held both my hands behind, while I was left with no support at all. He fucked me like a randi. Inside my mind, a chain of thoughts was running. Like, I was his and his cock was mine to please me. I literally felt like a randi while he was fucking me, but I loved it!
Then I started thrusting harder and harder. The pieces of jewelry started clinging to one another. Suddenly, with a loud thump, he came all inside me. We were all sweaty after. He lay down, kissed my forehead, and said that he loved me so much. I felt so good and lay on him for a while. Then he went to clean up.
I changed in front of him and later went to the washroom. As I was using the loo, I wondered why did I suddenly feel like sucking him so much. I thought for some time and dismissed it on finding no answer.
Then I went inside and saw him already sleeping. I went near and there he was snoring. I turned off the lights and slept next to him and sleep came all of a sudden.
In the morning, I woke up before and saw my man lying next to me. I saw his cock in his trousers and I felt like sucking it again. I wanted it so desperately that I slid my hands inside his pants and touched my tool and held it. It was soft.
Then I held it with my hands and after some time, I started taking its form. I thought my husband would wake up, but he was still snoring. Unaware of what to do, I resisted the temptation to suck him, but later I gave in. I slowly tried to remove his pants, but it was difficult without getting him awake. So I opened the zip and somehow managed to take out my tool. I held it firmly and watched it. It was dark and not good-looking, but I was crazy about it. I couldn’t help but feel like sucking him.
Then I went down and started taking it slowly inside my mouth. I was careful, so as not to wake him up. I kept kissing it, touched my eyes on it and my forehead as if some kind of repentance on avoiding its taste and smell before. I sucked it very slowly that it became wet within 5 minutes. I told myself that I would suck and swallow my husband’s dick now, and started my movements a little harder. He was responding well and after about 15 minutes, he woke up. He saw me clinging to his cock, almost half of it inside my mouth, smiled at me and asked me what I was doing.
In return, I smiled back with my mouth full of his cock and asked him to give me his cum. He refused saying he needed to pee, but I insisted and didn’t let him go. I sucked his cock entirely, his cock touched my throat and he moaned and asked me to move since he was about to cum. But I didn’t even let his cock go out of my mouth once. I was begging him to feed me.
Then he looked me in the eyes while I was massaging his cock with both my hands and sucking him simultaneously. I knew my husband was about to cum judging by the look on his face, I kept on going and he came so much.
Suddenly, I felt his gooey cum inside my mouth. I felt being used by my husband. I was shocked to find that I had his cum in my mouth. I was not trying to swallow it quickly. I took some time to figure out his taste. He was strong and the smell. My god, I liked it the most. For the most part, I liked my mouth between his thighs while engulfing my husband’s cock.
Then I tasted him, I felt so pure and loved. I felt that it was the best source of love my husband could provide me. And I swallowed it with a smile. I didn’t feel the urge to drink water or something. I didn’t brush my teeth and made sure that the taste sticks to my mouth as long as possible. Then I lied down and we both slept some more.
As days passed by, I started liking to swallow my husband’s dick and cum more than anything. Throughout our honeymoon in Bali, I swallowed his cum like anything, every moment I got. I loved seeing his cock and the bulge in his pants even when we were in public. And I would squeeze it gently in public and he would look at me as if something was wrong. I would touch his cock every now and then even under the pretext of the accident. Maybe I was feeling insecure because we were on a beach and the women were so hot in their bikinis and eyeing him.
He was wearing glasses so I couldn’t figure out if he was checking them out too or not. But I felt bad and possessive what if he was? Upon returning, I made a scene and alleged that he was checking them out. He said he wasn’t and asked to stop overthinking. I cried for some time and went to him. He was smoking on the balcony. It was now around 11 days since I was continuously swallowing his cum every day.
Then I asked for forgiveness and he did. He was smoking and passed it on to me. I took a puff and asked him if he didn’t feel okay when I swallow his cum every day. He said, “It’s yours, babe. As long as my wife is happy, it’s alright.”
Then I told him about my recent addiction to blowjobs and he listened to it and asked me if I like swallowing.
I said, “Mujhse bahut pasand aane laga hai, mujhse raha nahi jata jab bhi zyada time ho jata hai. Aur mujhe sex pasand hai par apne pati ka lund choosna zyada pasand hai”. (I have started liking it and couldn’t wait long for it. And I like sex, but I like sucking my hubby’s cock more.)
While I said this, I felt so slutty and I was already wet by then! He pulled me close and said slowly, “I am yours completely”, and kissed me. Since that day, I started swallowing his cum daily, sometimes even thrice a day! I used to wake him up every day like that. He used to wake up and see his slut nibbling on his balls. He used to release everything and I would clean him up.
I even made it an unsaid ritual that whenever he went out with his friends alone, I used to suck him before. I used to feel him inside me for hours, the taste stays ladies for quite a few hours. And I even used to make sure to kiss it when he used to come home and smell it while he changes. But he didn’t let me suck then.
I am a bad person because I have done that in case he engages somewhere else I could smell something. But he doesn’t know that and day by day, I started getting addicted to his cock. I needed it by hook or by crook. Even when we fought, I couldn’t stay mad at him for long. It went so far that even when we don’t talk because of a fight, I still suck him and then I don’t speak.
I started getting dependent on my husband’s cock. Whenever we went to meet some relatives, I dressed up and before leaving, I finished my ritual. My husband loved it when I sucked him dry while wearing pieces of jewelry and sarees. Once we were out, I would show him his cum in my mouth and put it there and play with it.
Once while we were at his relatives’ place, we were offered tea and since everyone was engaging in conversation with me, I put his cum on my tea and he understood.
Then I showed him my cup while I talked to everyone, occasionally taking a sip of my man! It was so erotic!! That day, after going home, he fucked me like crazy. It has been more than two years since I have been swallowing his cum daily. I love him even more now. I aim to be the only woman who will have his cock and I see myself as the caretaker of his dick.
I loved it so much that when he went on a trip for work, I video-called him the entire day and begged him to show me his dick. I told him that I missed him and that I didn’t feel good here alone. I missed his cum in my mouth and that I was having withdrawal. I made so much fuss that in two days he was forced to return.
I knew he didn’t like it when I make a scene because of his dick, but he didn’t understand that a woman needs a cock. My husband is my everything. For him, he has friends and family. For me, it’s all him and him. I empty his balls every morning and evening.
Then I started adding accessories and pieces of jewelry while sucking him. I wear glasses sometimes, nerdy glasses. In these two years, you can say that I am shamelessly addicted to his cum. My husband says I act like a chain smoker being kept away from cigarettes. But I find peace and solace in his dick and I don’t care. There had been times when I break my fast with his cum and thanks to the mighty Gods as I was able to do that. Because it was so relieving and peaceful. It completely satisfied me.
I thank god for providing me peace in something. I pray he will be able to feed me enough for my entire life. Even I thank God when he cums in my mouth and I am grateful since he allows me to swallow it.
I feel so close to god when I do it. Don’t know how many people will find it wrong. But I find it absolutely meaningful. It’s mine, I hold it even in my sleep. All night long I claim him. I feel I was born to suck him dry.
As of now, I am pregnant, and ever since, he doesn’t even refuse me things. I swallow his semen every day, sometimes more than 4 times or 5. He gets tired but I get what I want. Sometimes, he stays away from me because he knows what I will want.
We are happy. I am really happy. I found my man. Judging by my behavior, I don’t think I will be able to stop even when I give birth. I will keep sucking him every time he comes into the house, every time he leaves, and every single morning. It has become my source of life and yes I am addicted to it.