A few days later, we got married, and it was a costly marriage for me. So costly that I had to watch my wife getting fucked by a Gen Z, but still had to get married to her.
On the first night, her hair was blooming with small, white jasmine flowers. The sweet smell that filled the room gave a strange erotic feeling.
Her red blouse was very tight. I could see her fully grown boobs pushing against the tiny fabric. The dark circles of her nipples were visible from that sick cloth, fuck man, if I were with a big cock I would have shown her hell.
Teju: “I am so happy, Rahul.” Her eyes were shining. “We are finally husband and wife. This is the start of our new life.”
She handed me a glass of milk, which is a tradition for the first night. “Drink this, my husband.” I drank about half of it, the milk feeling thick in my dry throat. I gave the glass back to her.
But she didn’t take it. Instead
Teju. “Don’t waste any.”
Her voice sounded like honey. She made me drink the rest of the milk into my mouth. About fifteen minutes passed. I started to feel dizzy, the candle was getting blurry, and the room was spinning.
I saw Teju reach over to the small table next to the bed. It was a sedative, a sleeping medicine. Then, my world went completely black. I don’t know how much time passed. I slowly started to wake up to the sounds of the bed.
*Creak… creak… creak* With every creak, I heard a loud moaning noise of a woman.
I was tied to a chair, and a thick rope held me to the chair. There was a cloth stuffed deep into my mouth, so I couldn’t speak or make a sound. I could see only a few places with only a few candles burning, giving just enough light to see the bed.
And on our bed, I saw my wife. Her white saree was a mess, all bundled up around her waist. Her beautiful red blouse was torn open, and her big, beautiful breasts were bouncing out, free and wild. Her body was moving back and forth.
Teju: Aah, you monster! We have the whole night. Be gentle, lick slowly.
I still could not see the man between my wife’s legs. He was licking, kissing and biting her pussy, pushing his head into hers with so much force that the whole bed was shaking.
He: I can’t hold myself back seeing such beautiful pussy.
In that small light, I finally saw his face when he gave a beak to his feast. It was Roopak. He had climbed in through the side window of our house. I felt ashamed and annoyed, with my parents sleeping in the room right next to ours.
But Teju was moaning so loudly, I was sure they would hear. She didn’t care at all. Her eyes were closed, her head was thrown back, and she was holding onto Roopak’s strong, muscular arms.
Damn man, he was making her cum just by using his tongue. He stopped for a moment and looked down at her body. He saw the jar of chocolate spread on the table, the one I had bought so that I could use it on her. He grabbed it and opened the lid.
He squeezed a big amount of the dark brown Nutella all over her breasts, covering them completely.
Teju: You damn animal, I never imagined that one could eat chocolate like this.
Roopak: Yes, I too never imagined until I saw your milky white boobs.
Teju blushed and kissed him, eating the cocoa that was left on his lips. They were dark and angry marks. She was not crying in pain. She was screaming in pleasure, a rough, painful pleasure.
He was not done with her. He pulled his body away and flipped her over, just like a doll. He made her turn on her stomach and pulled her hips up high in the air.
Teju: You are making me fear you. What are you up to now?
Roopak: Just wait and feel it, you Bitch!
I can clearly sense that he was going for her pussy held up high in the sky. Her face was pushed down into the pillows. He stood behind her and, without any warning, he pushed his big, fat 6-inch cock into her from behind.
This new position let him go even deeper inside her.
Teju: You moron, you could have warned me, aaah!
She screamed into the pillow. I could see her whole body shaking with a powerful orgasm that ripped through her.
Roopak slapped her harder. “Can your husband Rahul do it?” he demanded, his voice a low, dominant rumble.
Teju’s head dropped in shame. She said nothing.
He slapped her ass again, even harder this time, leaving a red handprint on her fair skin. “I asked you a question Bitch!”
Teju: “No, in a million lives he can’t.”
He kept on pounding her from that position
Teju: Yes, yes, yes, keep on going, I’m your slave.
He stopped in the middle and lay down on his back. His manhood was standing up, straight and hard.
Roopak commanded: “Ride me.”
Teju: You know that my husband is in the room, and you ask me to ride your cock, how unfair.
She willingly turned her face towards me and climbed that monster.
Teju: I am sorry, hubby, I have to obey him. Please don’t judge me.
She put her hands on his legs and started to move her body up and down, moving her hips in a fast, rough rhythm.
Roopak: You will listen to me bitch.
He pulled her hair back and started to push his cock even deeper. Her round, cheeky, beautiful ass was slapping against his body every time she came down. She was using his body as a weight for pleasure, chasing the climax.
After a few more minutes, I could hear his breathing change; he was making loud sounds. “I’m going to cum,” he said, his voice thick and heavy.
This time, Teju did something that gave me a heart attack. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling his body as close to hers as possible. He was making it hard even for the air to get in between them.
Teju: “Do it,” she begged him. “Release your cum in me. Cum in me.”
I could not take it anymore, and I fainted.
The next morning, I was untied and was on the floor. Teju was still asleep, lying on her back. The white bedsheet was the only cloth that half covered her.
A little later, Teju woke up, and we both went into the hall. Everyone else in the house woke up. We went down for breakfast, and our parents came to wish us a good morning.
They saw the bite marks all over Teju’s neck and chest. They were dark red and purple, impossible to miss. My mother looked horrified. “Rahul! How could you be so rough with her?” She scolded me. “It was her first night! You should have been gentle!”
She just smiled and came over to me, putting her arm around me. “It’s okay, Mummy,” she said in a sweet, loving voice. “It was… a very passionate night. I am not a little girl.”
Everyone in the room smiled. They were all so happy for us. My father patted me on the back, and then a different person from the washroom came out.
My father: Hey, Roopak, hope you had a good sleep last night. Sorry for the disturbance.
My wife and I were in shock.
Both: ROOPAK?
My father: You guys know him?
Both: NO, not at all.
My wife was scared from her legs to her head.
My father: He is our new intern, and he will be joining our family business.
Me (in my head): He is already in most of my business.
My father: He will be staying here for a week.
I was fucked up, his statement for a day was hell, a week is enough for him to breed my wife!
Let’s see what will happen next.
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