I got married when I was 24 to a guy from an upper middle class who lives in the US. He was 29. My family thought it was a good match and I didn’t find any red flags when I spoke with him either. We were a very conservative family and I had been brought up that way.
I was a virgin when I married and never had a boyfriend. We got married in Hyderabad which was my hometown. He flew from the US for ten days to get married. Their family came to our house after the marriage. The groom had to sleep for three nights in our house after getting married where we are expected to have our first night as well.
It was night, I went to our room and was washing my face in the washroom. I noticed him in the room when I came out of the washroom. I smiled at him, he smiled back.
He: All good?
Me: Yes, would you like to use the washroom?
He: No, I am good.
I smiled and wiped my face with a towel and sat on the bed.
Me: So, what else?
He: Nothing. I wanted to let you know something.
Me: What is it?
He: I am not sure what you or your family are expecting to happen this night, but I would like to go ahead with the sex if that is okay with you.
I was surprised at his forthright comment. I raised my brows.
Me: Don’t you think it’s better to know each other before being physical? We hardly know each other.
He: I know, but I was mentally prepared to have sex. I hope you understand.
I didn’t have a choice but to go with it. So I agreed reluctantly. We had a small talk and then we slept on the bed. He came close to me and landed a kiss on my lips. I just closed my eyes and decided to go with it and cooperate. I kissed him back. It slowly turned into deep kissing, he forced his tongue through my mouth and I yielded.
My husband was kissing me intensely. I liked it too, but I just wish he had taken it slowly. Then he removed his shirt and kissed my neck. He kept going lower and kissed my breasts over my dress. He removed my saree and began to unhook my blouse. I helped him and then he tried to unhook the bra. I stopped him and told him to give it some time. He agreed and kissed my breasts over my bra and kept kissing all over my upper body.
He again reached for my bra to unhook it and this time, I didn’t resist and let him remove it. He seemed to operate in a hurry. He sucked my breasts. I never imagined this in my head. A man hungrily sucking, fondling and grabbing my naked breasts.
“Is this normal in marriages?” I thought to myself.
Soon we undressed completely and he was ready to enter me. I told my husband I was a virgin and he was very happy to hear that. I asked him to take it slowly as this was my first time. He said he will use his fingers first to open it up and then will enter me with his cock. It sounded weird.
He inserted a finger into my vagina and it didn’t hurt. He then tried his two fingers which hurt a little. He kept fingering me slowly with two fingers. After a while, the pain subsided and it felt better. Actually, there was pleasure.
“Do you like it?” my hubby asked. I was too ashamed to accept I was liking it! After that, he said I might be able to take him in now and positioned himself on me. I found it weird. This was the house I lived for 20 years with my family. I had always been very sacred and now an almost stranger was removing my clothes and having sex with me in this very house with my family right here! He was doing as he wished with my body. It didn’t feel right.
He slowly started going in. It hurt initially, but he positioned himself comfortably by pushing slowly. He started going in and out and the bed started making noise. I was embarrassed by the noise. He asked me to spread my legs for better access and I did as he wished. My husband fucked me for 10 minutes. And then he said he was close.
Me: Can you pull out?
He: Yes, is it okay if I ask you to take it in your mouth?
I froze at his comment! That was my worst nightmare.
Me: I can’t. I have never done it.
He: You have never done sex too, but didn’t you enjoy it with me? Trust me, you will like this one too.
He didn’t wait for my approval and brought his cock near my mouth. It stank. He hadn’t shaved and it was a jungle over there. I felt like puking but I hide how I felt, not to offend my partner. He asked me to open my mouth.
Me: Can we not do this today? We can try these once we get to know each other better.
He: Please, I am close and I would feel better if you let me do it.
I had no option. He literally had his cock on my face, asking me to open my mouth. I opened it slowly and he tried to put it inside. It was a small opening. He held my cheeks and asked me to open it a little more. In fact, he was opening my mouth by himself. And then he placed his whole cock inside my mouth. His testicles were resting on my chin. He went in and out for a few seconds and then I felt the liquid released in my mouth. He moaned slightly and finished cumming. He took it out and wiped the last few drops on my face.
He: Thank you. You can swallow it if you like. It tastes good.
I rushed to the washroom and spat it out and washed my mouth with water. He was wearing his underwear when I came back. I collected my clothes and went to the washroom to wear them. I came out to find him sleeping.
He: I am tired. Let’s talk tomorrow and get to know each other. Good night. And thank you for everything.
I went and slept next to my husband quietly. We both had different sex drives and I could see that clearly. At that moment, I realized I was in the wrong marriage.
Next Part: Wrong marriage – Part 2