I am starting this series to chronicle my most memorable sexual experiences. Fittingly I have named the series ‘Rendezvous with Desire.’
Before we get into the erotic experiences, let me introduce you all to the protagonists. I’m Tanya Bhatia, a 28-year-old dental surgeon. My husband Rohit Nair is 30 years old and is a lawyer. We stay alone at our house in Vasanth Kunj in Delhi.
To describe me, I’m 5 foot 6 inches tall with an athletic body, 34C breast size, a cute round butt and slightly wavy mid-back length thick black hair. My body is toned, and the hourglass features are eye-catching. One glance and men usually have a hard time taking their eyes off of me.
My husband, Rohit, is 5 foot 10 inches tall, muscular build with a hint of abs. He generally sports a stubble. He is quite easy on the eye and very handsome. We make a great pair.
Of the many raunchy experiences I have had, I would like to start with one which may sound cliched. But it was the gateway for many experiences that I hadn’t even dreamt of. This is the story of my wedding night. The night that my husband and I made love for the first time.
Our parents arranged my wedding with Rohit. Our parents have known each other for over 30 years. When the proposal for the wedding came up, neither family had any objections. They were very happy at the prospect of the union of our two families.
In January 2020, the wedding was finalized, and we had a small engagement ceremony. But due to the global pandemic that struck, the actual wedding got postponed multiple times. Rohit was based out of Delhi. While I was staying with my parents in Pune.
Due to travel restrictions, both of us had not met each other since our engagement. We have had to see and talk to each other for nearly two years since we got engaged only over devices. As you can imagine, this was quite frustrating.
When the wedding date was near, we finally met each other face to face. I was happy, but we never seemed to have any privacy. Family members always surrounded us. The wedding was a destination one. It was to take place at The Taj Exotica in Goa on the 5th of December, 2021.
The wedding day arrived. It was a nice intimate wedding which was a lot of fun. Everyone at the wedding was having a great time, and there was joy all around. Finally, Rohit filled my maang with sindoor and tied the mangalsutra around my neck. We took the 7 pheras around the fire. We became husband and wife.
Later, we finished the remaining ceremonies and entered marital life. Although it was a short and intimate wedding ceremony, it was still a hectic day. I was exhausted. But, one ceremony remained. Thinking about it got my heart racing: the suhagraat, or the first night of the sexual union of husband and wife.
By the time we were done with the wedding, it was 6 PM. The sun had started to set over the horizon. The cool sea breeze was soothing to the tired mind and body. I made my way to the honeymoon suite at the resort. It was a secluded seaside cottage with a pool facing the sea and access to a private beach.
The bedroom was decorated and adorned with flowers and candles. The bed itself was sprinkled with rose petals. I was very excited looking at it. I knew Rohit would come soon. But I wanted to take a shower and get ready. I messaged him asking him to come at 8 PM. He agreed.
I went straight to the bathroom turned on the water to the bathtub. I started to remove my jewelry, accessories and clothes. I stripped down naked and got into the warm water in the bathtub. The warm water calmed me down and relaxed my body. I closed my eyes and stayed in the tub for about 30 minutes.
Feeling rejuvenated, I shaved my intimate areas and took a quick bath. It was 2 minutes past 7, meaning I had about an hour to get ready. I quickly wiped my body with a towel and dried my hair using a hairdryer. It was time to get dressed, and I decided to get back into my bridal attire.
I shall describe in detail how I prepared myself for Rohit. I had bought some black lingerie for the special occasion. Although my breast size is 34C, I had bought the bra one cup smaller at 34B. The bra was black laced and translucent with an underwire that pushed up my boobs.
The low-cut bra just about covered my nipples. Since it was one cup smaller in size, it further pushed up my boobs and enhanced my cleavage. The black panty was opaque in the middle and translucent on the sides. The opaque part was wide enough to cover my cameltoe.
The translucent part perfectly fit over my buttocks, covering half of my butt cheeks. Looking at myself in the mirror, I marveled at how ravishing I looked and wondered what Rohit would say. I blushed at the thought of Rohit seeing me in the lingerie.
Next, I sat down and applied light make-up of kajal and mascara. I added a light coat of lipgloss, which turned my lips flush and juicy. I sprayed a couple of body mist sprays around my neck and armpits.
My wedding dress was a deep wine red lehenga and blouse with chikankari handiwork and gold-colored embroidery. I put it on over my lingerie. The blouse was low cut and just about covered my bra. The lehenga sat over my waist well below the navel, showing my navel ring.
Next, I tied up my hair into a bun. Added sindoor on my maang, placed the ‘maangtika’ over it and across the forehead and hooked it into my hair. I wore the heritage earrings my mother-in-law had gifted for the wedding. I tied the anklets and put on the toe rings.
Next, I wore a half-inch gold choker over my neck, studded with stones. After that, I put on my ‘raanihaar’ and ‘mangalsutra.’ I decided to substitute the ‘kamarbandh.’ I had worn earlier with a navel chain running through my navel ring I felt it looked sexier.
Moving onto my hands, I put on the gold ‘hathphool,’ my diamond engagement ring and the wedding ring on my left hand and a cocktail ring studded with pearls on the right hand. The bangles and bracelets went on either hand.
All that was left now was my nose ring. I put it on and hooked the string onto my hair over my left ear. To top it all off, I added a tiny red bindi. I was finally ready as a fully decked-up bride.
I looked at the clock. It was 7.45 PM. 15 minutes to go. I was flush with a sense of shyness. I closed the bathroom door and walked around the cottage, checking to see if everything was in order. I dimmed the lights all over the cottage.10 minutes to go.
I couldn’t contain my excitement and was smiling without reason. I decided to light the candles in the bedroom. The 30-odd small flames from the candles added a glow to the dimly lit bedroom. The scented candles added a light intoxicating fragrance to the room.
5 minutes to go. My heart was now racing. You could hear the heart beating. I was not a virgin, and this wasn’t the first time I shared a room with another man. Yet I was very jittery and anxious. But it was the first time with Rohit and the first time as a married woman.
Furthermore, I hadn’t had sex in over 3 years. So, I was a little nervous and on edge. I unlatched the main door. I noticed a scribble pad on the coffee table next to the door as I returned to the bedroom. An idea clicked in my head. I scribbled a note and stuck it to the back of the main door for Rohit to find.
The note read –
‘Your wife awaits to fulfill all your desires.’
xoxo
I came back into the bedroom and sat on the right side of the four-poster bed overlooking the sea. I used the dupatta of my wedding lehenga to put over my head as a ‘ghoongat.’
2 minutes to 8 PM. I was excited about what was about to happen and a little nervous. I hoped everything would be alright. I was clutching at the bed cover with my toes and fingers as I waited.
The clock struck 8 PM. Suddenly a chill ran down my spine. I was once again flush with warmth. You could audibly hear every beat of my heart. A few seconds later, I heard a knock on the main door. I called out that the door was open.
Rohit entered the cottage and latched the door behind him. You could hear the sound of the note I had left being peeled off the door. I took a deep breath, composed myself and sat in wait.
Rohit entered the bedroom and let out a gasp of amazement. I heard a low whistle and a ‘Wow.’ I looked up without lifting my head to see Rohit admiring the setup and the view. He removed his shoes and walked towards the bed. With each step he took closer towards me, my heartbeat increased exponentially.
I was sitting on the bed with my back to the headrest of the bed, my legs folded, hands over my knees and head bent down. Rohit sat down near my feet, my toes curled and held the bed cover. Rohit ran his left hand across the distance between us and held my feet.
I exclaimed in joy, but he mistook my exclamation and removed his hand. He asked, “Is everything okay?” I let out a small laugh and nodded my head. He realized he mistook my exclamation and held my feet again. He ran his fingers along my feet and fiddled with my toes for another 10 seconds.
He inched closer to me. He lifted the dupatta from my head, revealing my face. I was still looking down, so he held my chin, lifted my face and said, “Hello, Beautiful!” I smiled and looked down again. He then added, “Babe, you’re looking ravishing.”
I smiled, looked him in the eye and said, “Thank you! You clean up well too, Mr. Nair.” He looked quite handsome in his dark brown wedding sherwani and off-white pagri.
He held out his left hand and, with his head, gestured me to follow him out onto the deck of the pool. While I walked towards the pool, he came back holding an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. The moonlight and the light breeze by the pool were quite romantic.
Rohit popped open the champagne, filled the two glasses and brought them over. He handed me my glass, pulled out the note I had scribbled and said, “and your husband shall fulfill all your desires.” He raised his glass, and I followed suit. We toasted to a successful marriage.
We took a sip from each other’s glass while our hands intertwined. After that, we sat in silence side by side and drank the champagne while staring at the waves crashing at the beach. We finished the glass in a couple of minutes. I started to rub my shoulders as it was a chilly night.
Seeing this, he said, “let’s go back inside.” He helped me up onto my feet and held my hand as we walked back inside. The warmth of the candle flames greeted us as we walked inside. Rohit shut the door behind us. The anticipation of what was about to happen next left us excited.
We were facing each other and looking into each other’s eyes. Time stood still. The only indication that time went on was the slow flickering of the flames of the candles. Both of us wanted to move and hold each other, but the moment had transfixed us.
We continued to stare into each other’s eyes without blinking. After what felt like eons, a strong breeze blew across the cottage. That was all that was needed. At that moment, the breeze ruffled the leaves, the both of us stepped towards each other.
I was in his arms in a fraction, and he held me firmly. His right hand was around my back. His left hand was over my waist. Both my hands were around his back. I stood on my toes, reaching for his face, and tilted my head ever so slightly. He bent his head a little.
Our noses brushed a smudge, and then our lips met. It felt as though a streak of lighting moved from my body to his and his body to mine through our lips. It was a magical moment. Our lips locked, I felt his soft lips on mine. His beard and mustache were brushing against my face.
I held his face with my hands while he lifted me slightly by holding my buttocks with both his hands. We planted kiss after kiss on each other’s mouths. We each took deep breaths. Our breathing became synchronous. He parted his lips, and his tongue slowly made its way into my mouth.
I opened up my lips and unclenched my jaw wide enough to let it through. His tongue tickled my tongue. Then the two tongues started dancing around, encircling each other. We held our breaths. The French kiss continued till we could no longer hold our breaths.
Rohit was biting down on my lower lip for an extra second or two before letting go. My heels hit the ground. I was flush with excitement and felt a strange warmth in my chest. Suddenly, I was overcome with shyness, and I turned away and started to walk towards the bed.
But, before I could take even a couple of steps, Rohit’s muscular hands were around my waist. He ever so gently but firmly held me where I stood and didn’t allow me to move. Before I could compose myself, he was right behind me. The only thing between our bodies was the layers of clothes both had worn.
Just then, he kissed the base of my neck on my right side. I froze, blood was gushing through my veins, but I could not move. Still standing behind me, he started to kiss me all along the length of my shoulder, the base of my neck. Then the middle of my neck, near my jaw, my cheeks, all the way up to my ear.
With each kiss he planted and the warm breath he exhaled onto my skin, my knees became weak. My legs were starting to give away. He then started to nibble at my ear lobe and bit it. I was now well and truly aroused. I let out an audible moan.
My lust-filled sounds affected Rohit. I could feel the blood gushing into Rohit’s dick and the bulge it made in his pajama. The bulge was rubbing against my ass. I responded by moving my ass up and down against the bulge. That was all the hint that Rohit needed.
He let go of my waist, yet I was rooted to the spot. I continued to grind my ass against his throbbing bulge. He was running his hands all over my body. He brought his hand to the side of my waist and pulled at the string of my lehenga. The string gave away.
The lehenga dropped down onto the floor, covering my ankle and feet. He held my butt cheeks and gave them a gentle squeeze. Next, he ran his fingers over my stomach up to my chest and held my breasts. He started to feel them and gave them a gentle squeeze as well.
He was then quick to unhook my blouse. I lifted my arms to allow Rohit to remove my blouse. He threw the blouse behind him. I ran across the room towards the bed. I was just in my lingerie now. I started to showcase my sexy body by posing sensually.
Next, I blew him a kiss and bent down to show him my cleavage. With my right index finger, I beckoned him towards me. The lingerie did its trick. He had to tug at his pajama to give some room for his aroused cock. He jumped towards me like a hungry tiger and held me by my waist with his left hand.
He bent down to kiss me again. But I bent further back, taking support of his left arm, holding me by my waist. He did not stop. He continued to bend, and so did I. I bent back, and Rohit ended up kissing the top of my stomach, just below the ribs.
That is when I realized that it was an erogenous zone for me. I don’t know whether it was the sum of everything so far or that he kissed that part of my stomach. My pussy started to get wet. As I came back up, Rohit untied my hair.
He said, “I like it when you leave your hair open. You look stunning with the wind in your hair.”
He then used his free right hand to unhook my bra. As soon as it got unhooked, I crossed my hands to hold the bra in place as a reflex. I looked up at Rohit’s face, gave a naughty smile, and bit my lip. Rohit now ran his fingers all over my back as though he was painting on a canvas.
His hands made their way to the top of my back. Then, he held the left strap of my bra. He slowly tugged at them and started to pull away from my bra. I let go of my hands. The bra finally came off to reveal my firm and juicy breasts.
I don’t know what it is with men and boobs. But as soon as Rohit saw them in the open, he plunged his head into my cleavage and started kissing them. He cupped my breasts, ran his fingers over my nipples, and pinched them. This excited me even more.
The frequency and intensity of my erotic sounds increased. Every movement from Rohit enticed a moan. The combination of his kissing my breasts and pinching my nipples made me weak in my knees. My legs finally gave away.
There was a light thud as I fell on the bed. Some of the rose petals scattered on the bed flew up into the air, and a few fell over my body. My pussy was oozing right now, and the panty was starting to get soaked. Due to the wet panty, my cameltoe was even more prominent.
Suddenly, Rohit pulled away from his pagri and flung it across the room.
He then said, “Tanya is it okay if I ask you to do something?”
I replied, “Of course, anything you want, honey.”
He said, “Can I take a photo of you, just like this, lying on the bed and looking at me lustfully?”
I laughed and said, “That’s it? Of course, you can. I am yours. Take whatever photo you want.”
Hearing this, he got very excited. He bent down to remove my panty. He held my panty with both his hands. I lifted my buttocks to allow him to pull it away. As he pulled it away, he saw that the panty was soaking wet. He held it up to the light in the room and smelled the panty. I was even more aroused that he did it.
He then pulled out his phone from his sherwani and looked into the screen. He turned away and walked over to the French doors facing the beach. He pushed the curtains and the blinds to either side. It was a full moon night. The entire room was filled with silvery moonlight.
He exclaimed, “This will do!”
My body was glowing in the moonlight, and so was the jewelry. There I was, lying sprawled on the bed, my wavy hair looking enticing. I was bare naked. The only cover over my skin was the mehendi on my legs and arms and the jewelry I was wearing.
The photos he took then were spectacular. It was as though I was shooting for an adult magazine. I did my best to strike a pose that my husband wanted. I was looking at the camera, my hands outstretched, legs apart with my right leg slightly bent, allowing a peek at my wet sexy pussy.
My boobs held their shape over my chest, and a naughty smile while biting my lower lip. Added to this were a couple of rose petals over my body and in my hair. The light gleamed off the cold jewelry. Rohit, to this day, claims that the photos he took are among his most prized possessions.
Anyway, after the impromptu photoshoot, Rohit suggested that we get back to our horny play.
I will continue this story of my suhagraat in the next part. Feel free to provide your feedback at [email protected].