Hello, fellow readers of XIS. I plan on sharing some real sexual experiences of mine and also some fiction. The theme of these stories will be sex stories considered unorthodox and bordering on sin.
The first story I would like to share with you all is a true story of mine. That incident led to the genesis of sinful lust in me.
Let me tell you all about myself. My name is Maya Rathore. I was born in 1996, making me 26 years old. Coming to my physical attributes, I’m 5ft 5 inches tall and weigh 54 kg. My stats are 33-28-33 with C-cup firm breasts and buttocks.
I have medium-length thick black hair, hazel brown colored eyes and an oval-shaped face. I have a dimple on my left cheek. I have a slim body that highlights my figure well. I’m fair-skinned with soft and smooth skin. You might have some idea about what a beauty I am.
I’m the younger of two daughters to my parents. My sister, Divya, is 3 years older than me. My family is from Gwalior, Madhya Pradesh. After junior college, I moved to Delhi for my graduation. I did my graduation from Miranda House at DU. I have a BA Hons degree in Sociology.
During my graduation, I was living in a hostel. I found a lot of freedom. This was eye-opening for someone from a small town like Gwalior. I used this freedom to enjoy my life to the fullest. This included a very active sex life as well. During my 3 years at DU, I was in two sexually fulfilling relationships.
After graduation, I was asked to return home to Gwalior, and my barren spell started. It is a small town, and my parents were quite strict. So I had to curb my desires and lead a dull life. My sister had married by then and moved to Indore with her husband.
I joined a BPO center as an Assistant HR manager for work. A few employees there tried to make passes at me, but I didn’t pay any heed to them. This monotonous and dull life continued for about 6-7 months.
Then one day, my sister called my father. It was about a wedding proposal she had received for me. I was 22 years old at that time. I was not very keen on getting married that early. But my life wasn’t very interesting either.
There was no chance of freedom while at home. So I thought I could atleast satiate my sexual desires after marriage. So, I agreed to the wedding. The proposal was from my brother-in-law’s distant relatives. They owned two textile mills in Gwalior and had showrooms in Gwalior, Indore and Bhopal.
The family was also decent and respected. My father, who was impressed with this, agreed to the proposal. After a few discussions and visits from both families, my wedding was fixed with Anil Rathore.
A few months later, I was getting prepared for my wedding. I got married to Anil on April 21, 2018. It was a lavish wedding. I very much enjoyed the whole event.
After a long ceremony, Anil and I took the seven pheras around the fire and became husband and wife. I was happy to get married. But I was even more excited about what was to follow.
I was finally going to get fucked that night after more than a year. I wanted Anil to douse the fire that was burning in my loins. Even though the wedding ended at 1.30 AM, I had to wait for another 3 hours for Anil. There were other ceremonies to take place, and I also had to wait for an auspicious time.
Finally, at nearly 3.45 AM, I was taken to the room where Anil and I were to solemnize our wedding. I was in full bridal attire, decked with ornaments and accessories. I was handed a glass of milk to take into the bedroom.
I entered the room to find Anil sitting on the bed. I latched the door shut and walked towards Anil. My excitement at the prospect of finally getting laid was growing exponentially. I did not exhibit any shyness as I walked up to Anil. I wanted to get on with lovemaking as soon as possible.
Let me tell you all about Anil. He is 4 years older than me, so at the time of our wedding, he was 26 years old. He is 5 ft 9 inches tall, well built and of wheat-ish complexion. He has short black hair and is always clean-shaven.
Since our wedding was finalized, Anil and I had been in contact by phone. We occasionally went out together. But so far, our only physical intimacy was holding hands and an occasional hug. But all that was going to change tonight.
Anil stood up as I reached him. He awkwardly said, “Hi!” He seemed a bit nervous. Seeing him in that state, I controlled my excitement and calmed myself. I thought that to make the night memorable. I had to take it slow. I handed him the glass of milk, said “Hi,” and smiled.
He took the glass of milk and placed it on the bedside table. He then smiled at me and held my hands in his. He said, “Let’s sit down,” and I nodded. We both sat next to each other on the bed.
He then turned my head and cautiously brought his face close to my face. His cautious attitude was a little annoying. My hunger for sex was building up. I wanted it to start as soon as possible. I wanted to feel my body tremble with an orgasm. It had already been so long.
To encourage him, I pushed my face closer to his. But then, he tilted his head, and his nose banged against my forehead. He went back, holding his nose. I was startled and said, “Sorry.” He waved his hand and said, “I’m alright.” I curbed my excitement once again.
He laughed and tried to come near me once again. This time I let him come to me. A few moments later, his lips touched mine. We began to kiss. He was a good kisser. He maintained a good tempo in his kiss. He then started to take charge.
His hands slowly started rubbing against my thigh over my wedding saree. He then used his right hand to remove the gunghat over my head and started to run his hand over my face. I, too, started to join him and ran my hands over his face and in his hair.
The intensity of our kiss started to build, and we had to gasp for air. We broke apart and looked into each other’s eyes. The hunger for sex was visible in our eyes. Anil looked at me and said, “shall we?” I gleamed in response and nodded my head.
We began to undress quickly. With my jewelry, accessories and ornaments, it took slightly longer for me. After a long gap, I removed most of my accessories and jewelry, except for my mangalsutra and chudiyan.
Anil had removed his kurtha and was naked from the waist up. I was still in my saree. He came near me and started to undress me. In a jiffy, 9 yards of my saree were lying on the floor. I was just in my blouse and petticoat.
Anil unleashed himself on me. He started to kiss my exposed skin and feel me everywhere with his hands. I couldn’t hold my excitement any longer, and I started to complement his advances. I started running my hands all over his body too.
Anil started to moan my name. He kept saying, “Oh, Maya!”
“I have waited for so long, Maya.”
“You’re so beautiful, Maya.”
This got me completely into the mood. I kept saying, “Anil. Anil. Yes. Oh. Anil.”
He then started to remove my blouse and undid my petticoat. I was now just wearing my bra and panty. I undid the clasp of my bra and let my boobs out. Anil’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw my firm and juicy boobs. He cupped them and started squeezing them.
Anil was not just a good kisser. He was also very good at foreplay. He kept kissing me and used his hands to squeeze, pinch and feel the various parts of my body. My body was heating up. I started to breathe heavily. I wanted his dick.
While he continued to kiss me and feel me, I undid the knot of his pajama and pulled it down. He was wearing green-colored jockey underwear with prints. I pulled it down as well to reveal his private parts.
My eyes gleamed in excitement. Anil was packing. His limp dick was nearly 4 inches in length. And hanging below were his balls, each the size of a gooseberry. He had shaved his private areas. There wasn’t a single hair around. I was very happy and showed appreciation by kissing Anil on his lips.
I then got down on my knees and started to serve his dick. I licked his dick and cupped his balls. While continuing to juggle his balls, I started to suck on his dick. His dick started to grow in my mouth.
A few moments later, his dick was completely erect and hard. I pulled his dick out of my mouth and stared at it. His erect dick was over 7 inches in length and had a good girth. I became elated that I had such a wonderful dick to pound my pussy.
My horniness started to increase. I wanted his dick in my pussy asap. I said, “Oh, Anil. You have such a magnificent tool.” Anil, hearing this, got excited too. I then pulled back his foreskin to reveal the head of his dick. It was deep pink and was glowing with all the moisture.
I looked at Anil and said, “I want you to fuck my brains out.” Anil was shocked at hearing those words from my mouth, but his shock quickly turned into delight. He held me by my arms and lifted me.
Once I stood up, he bent down and removed my panty. I had gotten Brazilian wax the day before. So my private area was also clean without any hair. My juicy pussy was visible. My milky thighs and skin were also very inviting.
A wide grin came across Anil’s face. He lifted me and put me down on the bed. He then started to kiss my crotch area and suck on my clitoris. My excitement had reached its peak. My pussy was now starting to get wet.
I started to moan. Anil had a magical tongue. Once I started to get wet, Anil removed his face and started to insert his fingers into my pussy. He then started to finger fuck my pussy. My moans grew louder. This excited Anil even more from the look on his face.
Once two of his fingers moved in and out of my pussy without resistance, he stopped and looked at me. I understood what he wanted. I sat up and asked him to lie down on the bed. His dick had started to become limp. I once again started servicing his dick with my mouth and hands.
A few moments later, his dick was once again erect and hard. I wanted to ride his dick. I motioned him to lie down and got on top of him. Carefully I placed his dick at the opening of my pussy and slowly sat down on his dick. The entire length of his dick slowly slipped into my vagina.
There was some pain as my pussy hadn’t had a dick in over a year, but thinking about the pounding my pussy would get, all the pain went away. I then slowly started bouncing on his dick. Anil had by now closed his eyes and was enjoying the fuck.
I, too, started to pick up the pace and started to enjoy his dick in my pussy. I started to moan and enjoy the fucking. Anil said, “I’m cuming. I’m cuming.” Before I realized what had happened, he let out his load into my pussy. I was shocked. Anil was relaxing after orgasm.
My husband had jizzed in less than a minute of fucking my pussy. My orgasm hadn’t even started to build from the fucking, and he had already climaxed. I was very disappointed. I had waited so long for an orgasm. I had built up so much excitement for this moment. But all in vain.
The pussy pounding I was expecting never happened. Anil, by now, had come out of his orgasm high and said, “That was beautiful. Did you enjoy it?” I faked a smile and said, “Yes, Anil. It was wonderful.” His dick had gone limp in my pussy, and it slipped out. I got up and sat down on the bed next to Anil.
He stood up, went to the bedside table, drank half of the milk and gave me the other half. I drank in silence. Anil then said, “Let’s get some sleep. Don’t know what else they have in store for us tomorrow.” I smiled, nodded and said, “You’re right.”
He quickly went to the washroom, cleaned himself, wore his clothes and got ready for bed. I also went to the washroom, freshened up and got ready for bed. He kissed me goodnight and drifted off to sleep.
I, on the other hand, couldn’t sleep. I was still shocked by how quickly the fucking had ended. I was wondering how it ended so fast. Then I thought, maybe it was because he was tired. We had just finished our wedding, so naturally, he was tired, which may be the reason for his performance.
This seemed like a plausible explanation, and it got me through the night. I finally went to sleep.
Over the next 2-3 days, we were mostly kept busy by the slew of customs, ceremonies and visiting relatives. By the time we went into our bedrooms at night, we were extremely tired and went straight to sleep.
Finally, on the fourth day after our wedding, we had a relaxed day. We finished dinner early and retired to our room, fresh and energetic. We started lovemaking in full force. The foreplay was good. Anil was once again good with his oral and hand skills. Both of us had reached peak horniness.
And then, he inserted his dick into my pussy. This time though, we were in a missionary position. But, alas, even this time, he didn’t last more than a minute in bed. I was extremely dissatisfied. Once again, orgasm eluded me.
On the other hand, Anil seemed very satisfied and happy with how our sexual activity had gone. I was utterly confused. I wondered how somebody with such a magnificent dick was so bad in bed. I went to bed in a bad mood.
2 days later, a week after our wedding, we went on our honeymoon. It was a week-long package trip to Thailand. The honeymoon was quite enjoyable except for the disappointment in the bed. It was the same story again, great foreplay and great oral skills, but no stamina while fucking.
I tried subtly bringing up the issue with Anil, but he didn’t understand. I tried different positions and used climax-delaying Durex condoms. But he didn’t last longer than a minute/minute and a half. We returned from the honeymoon with my sexual appetite still unsatiated.
Let me tell you all about my marital home. Anil was the youngest of three children. He had an elder brother Rakesh who was 5 years older than him. He was married to Supriya. The couple had one child, who was 3 years old.
Anil also had an elder sister, Smitha, who was 2 years older than Anil. She was also married and stayed in Mumbai. Anil’s father passed away in 2016, before our marriage. Anil’s mother was quite old and had a few health issues.
Anil’s house, now my house also, was quite big. It was constructed on a 120×120 plot. It was a ground plus-one construction with a huge lawn and a terrace. The house had 5 rooms, 2 downstairs and 3 upstairs. My mother-in-law stayed in one of the rooms downstairs and never went up.
Since the family was quite well-to-do, there were multiple servants and a cook. My mother-in-law had a nurse who took care of her during the day. My in-laws were quite conservative and old-fashioned. This meant that I wouldn’t even be able to wear western or modern clothes at home.
It had to be a saree or a salwar suit that covered my body. Not even deep necks or sleeveless blouses were acceptable. Anil mentioned this during our honeymoon.
To add to my misery, I had no experience with housework. But my mother-in-law and Supriya didi (my jethani, but she had asked me to call her didi) expected me to be well versed. So, while they weren’t mean and helped me learn the work, it was a little uncomfortable.
Supriya used to hand me the menial work and order me around. So, all in all, my life had gone from bad to worse. It was literally like, out of the pan and into the fire. I didn’t have freedom over my clothing, and nor did I have the satisfaction in bed.
Getting married turned out to be a huge disaster. I felt that I was better off being stuck with my parents. Atleast I didn’t have to do house chores and could wear what I wanted.
It took me 2-3 months to adjust to the new lifestyle. It was quite boring and monotonous. It was a constant cycle of getting up, doing house chores all day, and going to sleep.
I tried to fix the sex situation by trying new techniques. I tried slipping Anil with English medicines, Indian oils, and Chinese herbs. But to no avail. The maximum he lasted despite all my efforts was a mere 2 minutes. After one point, I gave up and resigned to the fact that this was my life now.
I pestered Anil to continue with his oral and finger skills till I got my orgasm. Then I faked my orgasm during penetration. But I was desperate to get an orgasm through penetration. Penetration of a long, hard and thick dick that would fuck my pussy till I screamed in euphoria.
This continued for about 4-5 months. Supriya still gave me basic chores and was arrogant in her interactions with me. She was good-looking, but her signs of aging were starting to show. In any case, I was far better looking and had a better body shape than her, especially since she had undergone a pregnancy.
I was annoyed that all I did was stay home and do house chores. I asked Anil if I could find a job. But he dismissed the idea saying there was no need for me to work. That they are quite well off, he asked me to stay home and be a good wife and daughter-in-law. I gave up on that idea as well.
This manner about 5 months had passed since my wedding. One day sometime in September 2018, an incident changed my life.
One night, I forgot to fill the water bottle in the room. So, there was no water at around 11 PM when I woke up. Since I was feeling thirsty, I went downstairs to get some water. Anil and my room were at the end of the upstairs corridor.
Rakesh bhaisaab (like didi, even though he was my jethji, he had asked me to call him Bhaiyya. But I call him bhaisaab) and Supriya didi’s bedroom was near the staircase.
As I walked past their room, I heard muffled moans coming from their room. I stopped at my step near the door and tried to listen. Since the door was closed, I put the bottle down and held my ear to the door.
I could hear the erotic sounds of sex from that room. I slowly bent my knees and tried to look through the keyhole. I could vaguely make out Bhaisaab and didi having sex. I alternated between looking through the keyhole and pressing my ears against the door.
The sound and sight of them having sex was turning me on. I had started to feel my body and rub my intimate areas without my knowledge. I was getting aroused by the second.
I stood there for nearly 15-20 minutes while bhaiyya nailed didi with vigor. While my husband didn’t last 2 minutes during penetration, his elder brother had gone nearly 10 times that duration. He didn’t look like he was going to stop.
All the while, Supriya didi was moaning with pleasure and was also asking bhaisaab to slow down. She was unable to handle the manhood of bhaisaab. At that moment, I felt very jealous of didi. She had everything I wanted. I was ready to get railed during sex, but my husband couldn’t do it.
After another couple of minutes, bhaisaab finally climaxed and brought their sexual encounter to an end. I could hear didi complain, saying, “You are so rough that tomorrow my entire body will be sore.”
My pussy was dripping wet from the rubbing and my arousal. I thought, “If only I could get sore from such fucking, I’d be the happiest woman.”
Resigned to my fate, I picked up the bottle and went down to get water. They had fallen silent when I returned upstairs and probably went to sleep.
I got back to my room and tried to sleep. But thinking about the last half an hour kept me awake the entire night. I couldn’t fall asleep. My arousal had lit a fire in my loins, and my pussy demanded to be pounded.
Unable to fulfill my desires with my husband, I struggled to douse the fire in my loins that night. At about 3 AM, I finally drifted off to sleep, cursing my fate, thinking my monotonous life would continue when the sun rose.
But I did not know then that my life would change for the better later that day.
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