My Teenage Wife Confounds Me 1
By toosalty.
[google-translator]
I have a very good job as an engineer working for a local council; government jobs are the best. As a 30-year-old, I feel my life is on track perfectly, and I am very proud.
The main reason for my pride is my beautiful young wife. Such a beauty, I never thought that I, as a short man, would ever marry a lady with movie star looks and long legs like my wife Nishi.
I studied in Australia and then had to go home, not long after settling into my job with the Council, as I was told my mother was very ill.
She made an amazing recovery as soon as she saw me, but then took control of my visit with various meetings with families she had arranged in my absence. Her illness was a ruse, and she was trying to marry me off.
After living away from the cultural demands of Indian life, I was determined to resist all my Mother’s plans until the day we had tea with Nishi’s parents. Her father was so urbane, and her mother so radiant, that I could not help but be captivated by their charms. I agreed to meet Nishi, and she impressed me with her poise, beauty, and intelligence. I was smitten.
We had supervised meetings where we got to know each other a little better.
She was in love with the lifestyle I promised her that living in Australia would bring: freedom from the ever-judging Indian society. We were both excited about the possibly of being married together.
Her mother said, “We wanted her to marry someone with an Australian residence so we could visit, and then hopefully migrate there as well, as part of the family reunion program. However, it would be up to you, Hitesh, to make Nishi happy and keep her that way. Can you do that?”
“Of course I will, my life is now all about Nishi’s happiness, you can be assured,” I promised.
“You are aware that the name Nishi means ‘night, invigorating and exciting.’ She will be no dull wallflower of a wife.”
“Yes, ma’am, I know my Sanskrit; it also means West in Japanese.”
“It is good to know you have studied up on my daughter’s name, impressive,” her mother said.
*****
Our wedding took place a year later, marked by days of feasting and celebration, endless smiling, and meeting relatives we never knew we had.
I finally had my bride to myself when we flew to Thailand for our honeymoon en route to live in Australia.
That short holiday taught me a lot about my innocent, young, virginal bride.
Our first night truly alone, where we both felt we could consummate our marriage without a bunch of giggling aunties listening in at the family home, was a romantic dinner and then straight back to our hotel.
When I saw Nishi emerge from the bathroom, looking like a supermodel, wearing her lingerie, I was very excited. Her tall, lean body was covered in a light-tinted skin that contrasted greatly with my dark hands as they reached out, grabbing her.
“Oh, Hitesh, you are like a naughty dog jumping up and pawing me. Stop it,” Nishi said.
“But Nishi, you are so desirable, I want to have you now. I want to lick and kiss you all over,” I said.
“Ha, just like a dog would, huh? OK, Hitesh, get naked and show me if you are a hunk like a Great Dane or just a Chihuahua.”
I was shocked. How could my bride desire such detail?
In a mental haze, I dropped my clothing and stood naked before the tall beauty standing in front of me. My erection standing out in the open to be judged by my bride.
“Oh dear, I married a man with shortcomings,” Nisha said with disappointment.
She turned and looked at herself in the mirror, rubbing her own hands up and down her body, admiring what she offered, and then looked back at the poor trade I had to offer. I watched, frozen, unable to move or speak after what she had said.
I had promised her Mother I would make her daughter happy, and here on our honeymoon, it looked as if I had failed.
A minute went by, Nishi caressing her fine, flawless body while I stood there, rejected.
I had to do something to break the awkwardness choking the room.
I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled to her, barking out, “Woof, Woof, Grrr, Woof!”
When I reached her, I started licking her legs, and Nishi laughed.
“Ohh, you are a dog, Hitesh HA HA HA!”
I chased my bride around the bedroom and she collapsed on the bed in a peal of laughter.
I continued my barking and licking, this time pawing at her as well.
Nishi writhed and giggled, her stunning body rubbing against mine.
I nuzzled her bra away from her B cup breasts and suckled on her milk coffee coloured nipples, sitting proud and erect on her unblemished boobs.
“Ohh, Naughty Dog!” Nishi sighed.
I stopped, sensing I had gone too far.
“Don’t stop, dog, keep licking me!” she ordered.
I continued munching on her sweet 19-year-old boobs, so firm, so stunning, my cock was leaking pre cum like a busted tap.
Nishi suddenly pushed my head down, giggling as I kissed her cute navel, pushing me further until my face was between her long legs spread wide, and the soaked gusset of her white g-string panties was almost revealing its contents to me.
I ripped the panties to one side, my cock throbbed as I saw Nishi’s shaved cunt just inches away.
“Lick dog, lick!” she ordered.
I wonder if this is what her mother wanted when she said to keep her happy.
My nose was full of her Yoni scent, and my tongue snaked out to eagerly taste it.
Oh my, the taste of her pussy was amazing, it was spicy, tangy, and I guzzled at it like a starved Labrador having its first meal in ages.
Nishi moved my head around to where she wanted to be licked as my hands caressed her body, my fingers discovering her curves and crevices. My tongue found a hard nub at the cleft of her Yoni, and she eased my head back and forth over it.
Suddenly, she arched her back, crying out, pulling and pushing my head, rubbing my face in her cunt until she lay back, breathing deeply.
“Ahhh, good doggy, good doggy!” Nishi patted my head with affection.
I went to move between her legs to claim my bride’s virginity, my cock so full of blood it was hurting. As I ran my cockhead up and down her wet, slick slit, my head was at her breasts, so I nuzzled on those gorgeous orbs. The benefit of being a short man with a tall wife, I thought.
But suddenly Nishi pushed me away.
“No!” she shouted.
“But Nishi, my love, it’s our honeymoon, we must make love,” I pleaded.
“Ohh, look at those sad puppy eyes. OK, we will do it, but only one way, the way I don’t have to look at your pathetic pleading eyes. You, the dog you are, can do me doggy style, but be gentle.”
My wife spun around and presented herself to me on her knees, her buttocks high with her head laid against the sheets.
“Oh my, what a beautiful sight!” I said, looking at her glistening crutch, her firm bum cheeks, and her long legs.
“If you like that sight, how about this one!” Nishi said excitedly, then suddenly reached back, grabbed both buttocks, and pulled them apart, opening her gash and revealing her widespread arse hole.
I lost control and grabbed her hips and tried to thrust my cock into the waiting virgin pussy of my bride. But my height and shortcomings meant I could barely reach her pussy with my cock.
“Nishi, you need to spread your knees wider so I can reach you.”
“Aww, poor puppy can’t breed with his bitch in heat, maybe this bitch should take her scent out into the street to find a man to can?”
I was so frustrated, I pushed hard down on the base of her spine, forcing her knees apart, and then grabbed her hips and thrust into her moist, fleshy slit. I felt my cockhead at her tight entrance and thrust again, and felt Nishi collapse underneath me.
I stopped, worried I had hurt her, but she said,
“Take me, it’s OK, your little Lingam will not harm my Yoni. Make me into a woman.”
I thrust away, filled with lust, love, and shame. The feeling of her warm, wet, tight pussy on my bare cock was incredible. It was better than I ever had imagined. It was my pussy to fuck and mine alone. I felt so proud, so manly now I had claimed my bride’s cherry, until Nishi yelled out,
“STOP, you are not wearing a condom. I don’t want to have babies yet.”
I hadn’t thought about that, but I respected her and withdrew, trying not to cum as her cunt gripped my cock on its slow withdrawal as I tried to back away from the imminent orgasm I was about to have.
“I will go out and buy some, my love; you wait here,” I said, looking at her body framed with her white lingerie askew, revealing her parts, making my cock throb and my blue balls ache.
“No, I am not letting you out of my sight, you horny dog, some Thai girl will tempt you away from me. We will go together. But we will make it exciting, we will wear no underwear! I always wanted to do this, walk around without layers wrapping me up. We could never do this at home.”
My wife dressed me in loose, light pants and a loose cotton button-up shirt, while she chose to wear a short skirt and a silk sleeveless top with just thin straps covering her lovely bare shoulders.
“Nishi, anyone can see you are not wearing a bra!” I spluttered.
“Hitesh, you should be more concerned about your erection poking out of your pants!” As she walked out the door of our room.
I looked down and I saw I was tenting in my pants, but I didn’t have time to redress. Nishi was heading out into the wild nightlife of Bangkok wearing a scandalous outfit. I grabbed my wallet and the room card and just managed to get to the elevator before the doors closed.
Nishi was talking to a room service waiter who was staring at her nipples poking out of the loose silk singlet she had on. I was going to admonish the waiter for being so blatantly ogling my wife, but my cock throbbed hard, and I was worried that anything I said would make his eyes see my erection. I felt so frustrated watching my bride converse with this lowly servant, seemingly unaware he was perving on her, and there was nothing I could do except wish my dick would stop throbbing.
Nisha reached for his trolley to lift the cloche off one of the dinner plates.
This caused the waiter to gasp as her actions had pressed her breast against the silk tightly, and he could see all her breasts, watch their shape move, and dance with her actions.
His gasp made Nishi drop the dinner lid, and the waiter quickly bent down to try and catch it.
Nishi moved her feet apart so the lid wouldn’t hit her toes, and it rolled slowly around the elevator floor. My worst fears were played out in slow motion. The lid wobbled and then settled right between my bride’s now widespread legs, just covered at their very top by her short skirt. The waiter was on his hands and knees, moving in to get it. I had to stop him; otherwise, he might look up and see Nishi’s shaved, naked, wet, and open pussy.
“I’ll get it!” I called out.
The waiter looked up at me, over on the other side of the elevator, “It’s OK, Boss, I’m here, ohh ohh Oh my God, Hee Suay!!!”
I gulped; my actions had caused him to look up at me, and now he was looking straight up Nishi’s tiny skirt at my bride’s bare cunt.
Nishi innocently looked down and asked,
“What does Hee Suay mean?”
The grinning waiter looked at my wife’s eyes and then at her crutch before smiling broadly and saying, “Nice pussy, but it doesn’t mean cat!” He winked at my wife and then stared at her open crutch again.
I was furious.
Just then, the doors opened, and my long-legged wife stepped over the goggle-eyed waiter and calmly walked out through the lobby and into the Thai night, with me rushing after her, trying to hide my obvious erection and now very pre cum stained pants.
A gaggle of tuk-tuk drivers was trying to get her in their rides, but I saw a late-night shop open just down the road, and my pride got the better of me, and I walked off that way, expecting Nishi to follow me.
I turned back, and I couldn’t see my bride outside the hotel. My heart sank. Why was I such an ass? I had left my wife alone on the busy streets of a foreign country, dressed like a prostitute trying to attract custom. Her virgin pussy, which my cock had only just penetrated a few short strokes, was at risk of being defiled by who-knows-who in this wild, crazy city.
“Hitesh, you want a ride?”
I turned to where I heard Nishi’s voice and saw her in Tuk tuk-tuk on the street adjacent to me.
I was elated; she was safe.
She spun in her seat and opened her legs; her short skirt had already ridden so high, she was flashing me her bare pussy, I craved.
Now I was horny, embarrassed, ashamed, and angry. My wife was showing off her private parts so publicly. What would our families think?
I rushed in and joined her on the back seat, hoping no one else saw her lewd display, but a voice called out “Hee Suay!” followed by laughter, a group of half-drunk Thai businessmen had seen her display.
I said to the driver, “Go, Go!” wanting to get away from the businessmen in case they got rowdy.
“OK BOSS!” Shouted the driver as he roared his tuk-tuk off into the night.
I tried to talk to Nishi, but the noise of the overworked engine and the rush of traffic made it very hard.
Nishi, on the other hand, was stroking my inner thigh and squirming in her seat. She was fondling me as we cut through the traffic, our driver was making a great show of his skills, rocking us from side to side. Nishi spread her feet apart to help with her balance, and I saw the driver adjust his rearview mirror. The sly bugger had done that on purpose, rocking the tuk-tuk to make my young bride spread her legs.
I leaned into her and spoke loudly in her ear,
“The driver can see up your skirt, close your legs!”
Nishi laughed and said, “You are silly, he is too busy driving, look at the traffic he has to deal with. I think you have sex on the brain.”
And then she gripped my cock through my thin trousers and milked more pre cum out, making my wet stain larger.
The traffic came to a slow crawl, and the street was full of people walking from bar to bar. The driver pulled up at a multistory nightclub complex and said,
“We are at best Go Go clubs in Bangkok. I wait for you, OK?”
“Why here?”
“You said Go Go, I bring you to Go Go.”
Nishi quickly alighted, surprising some of the people on the street with her absence of underwear.
The beautiful, shaved pussy of my teenage bride, which had been kept hidden from all eyes until at least 20 people had now seen it tonight.
“Thank you for taking me dancing. Which club do you like, driver?” Nishi asked.
“Go to Spankings, it’s not too big and you can even join in the fun.”
My wife dragged me through the crowd and found her way to this small nightclub. A hostess sat us up in the back, but it was still just three rows from the stage, where stunning young Thai dancers performed their routines.
My eyes were agog as I looked at all the prime female shapes on display. A warm hand on my crotch broke my fixed gaze, and Nishi was laughing.
“You look like a thirsty puppy bewildered as to which teat to suck on, so many titties for you.”
“I am sorry, Nishi, I told the driver to go, go, to get away from the drunk businessmen who saw your pussy, I didn’t think he would lead us to a strip club.”
“Relax, husband, let’s enjoy ourselves and our freedom,” Nishi said with a sparkle in her eye.
We bought drinks and were surprised when two topless bar girls came up and sat on either side of us, chatting with us. We bought the lady drinks, and the one Nishi was talking to was very excited after they laughed and conversed for a while. The bar girl babbled in Thai to her friend. Next thing I knew, they both led Nishi away over to the Englishman who ran the bar. He had Nishi sign a paper, and the three girls walked up on stage as the next dance set started.
The three of them were grooving to the beats pounding out of the sound system when all of a sudden another bunch of topless girls joined them with dark hoses of soft plastic foam, like pool noodles but thinner.
“WHACK, WHACK, WHACK.” The new girls hit the trio hard with the noodles. I rushed to the stage to save my new bride from being hurt when I felt a soft hit on my bottom followed by the loud “WHACK.”
Another bar girl had hit me, and it was loud, but it didn’t hurt at all. She was laughing at my puzzled expression, and she hit me again in a barrage of swings. I grabbed that hose of hers and hit her back, and she squealed in laughter. No wonder they call it Spankings.
I then heard the crowd in the small bar roar and clap. I looked up, and the two bar girls were taking my wife’s camisole off her; the undersides of her breasts were being exposed.
I went to her aid, but I felt the soft sting of the noodle hit my dick as the cheeky minx I had disarmed and rearmed scored a direct hit on me. Distracted, I turned to get my revenge on her and hit her on her near-naked backside.
The crowd cheered for my great strike, I thought, but they were busy watching my wife’s teenaged boobies bounce free. Her top was off, and she was dancing with all the other topless dancers. She would have really towered above them, but she had flat sandals on, and the bar girls were all wearing high platform heels. As it was, she was still a good half foot higher than the other dancers. The two who took her up on stage were showing her dance moves, and every time she squatted, the crowd cheered. I could see why. My wife’s privates were openly displayed as her titties jiggled.
I collapsed weak-kneed on a bar stool by the stage, so confused. My wife seemed to be having the time of her life, I was enjoying the sights of the nightclub and the warm friendliness of the bar girls, but to have my new wife virtually naked, on the dance podium. At the same time, the perverts, who visit these brothels, ogled her goodies and cheered her on, while I did nothing to stop her deliciously confounded me.
I looked around the room, and it seemed everyone was looking at my wife, not any of the other dancers, and there were some spectacular-looking babes up there, half or fully naked. I felt a sort of shameful pride, yes, my wife was exposing herself in a manner I never thought she would, acting like a common stripper, but she had the crowd’s attention, she was the star.
When her bad influence-rs tried to take her skirt off, my wife refused, but she hiked it higher and rolled it into a belt around her thin midriff.
My wife had her standards; she wouldn’t go fully nude, but she was fully rude. She was squatting low and knees wide, working the stage with the aid of her two new friends egging her on.
One customer, stage side, engaged her in a conversation where she had to squat and lean over to put a hand on his shoulder to hear what he was saying. It was on the other side of me, but a large mirror reflected their interaction to me. At the same time, I could see her lovely naked bum bent over, and I could just see her pussy creaming with excitement. I saw the man rub his hands on my wife’s knees, and I swallowed deep when the hands moved from her knees to her inner thighs. His head blocked my view of their progress, and I wanted to get up and save my wife, but my erection was raging.
“WHACK, WHACK”
My wife’s co-dancers were hitting the dude who was touching my wife, and all four of them were laughing. The DJ announced that it was the end of the show and called up the girls for the next one.
I expected my wife to come back to me straight away, but I was joined only by the two bar girls, who led me back to our previous seats.
“Where’s my wife?” I demanded.
“It’s OK, she just goes to the ladies, she’ll be back soon, you hold her top for her, OK?”
“Err, you sure she is OK?” I said as my eyes searched the room for her.
“She is fine, you are fine too, we are fine if you buy us lady drinks?”
When you have two topless and pretty bar girls sitting on either side of you, rubbing your thighs, asking for a drink, it’s hard, very hard to say no.
The girls sipped on their drinks and told me that I could pay their bar fine, and we could all go back to my hotel together.
“What about my wife? We are newlyweds.”
This made them roar with laughter.
“You should be too busy doing boom boom to come to Go Go!”
“We were, but we needed condoms, and the tuk-tuk driver took us here.”
“Ohh, your balls are still full, Mister Newlywed? One of the girls said as she cupped my crutch.
“He is very full, feel them, Mai.”
Her friend joined in fondling me while the other moved my hand to her breasts.
“You like, you pay our bar fines OK, we come back for either short time or long time, we teach you both boom boom OK?”
And that’s when I saw my beautiful topless bride walking through the club looking at me.
“Fuck!” I thought, I have one hooker with her hands on my balls and another who is making me grope her chest, Nishi will go ballistic.
“Do you mind if I join in the fun, Hitesh!” Nishi laughed, seeing my ‘caught out’ expression.
“I am sorry, Nishi, the girls made me…”
“Oh, stop blabbering and be a man. We are out having the times of our lives. But give this 1000 baht to the girls.”
“Where did that cash come from, Nishi?”
“A dancer never reveals who her biggest tipper is.” She smirked, “Oh, by the way, the boss here wants to know if I can come back and dance some shifts here, he really likes what he has seen so far, you wouldn’t mind, would you, darling. Ohh, he said I would have to go fully nude though, is that OK?”
I was still squeezing the tit of the bar girl while the other cradled my balls through my trousers as my wife was asking permission to become a professional stripper in a town that was awash with them. My mind was spinning out of control.
“But the dancers here are available for customers to take back for short or long periods. You know what that means, Nishi?”
“Yes, Hitesh, we’d better get a good supply of condoms! That big tipper guy wants to pay my bar fine for the whole week. Can you imagine that? We would have to extend our honeymoon, and I would have to go back with him every night after I finished dancing!”
My face dropped. My wife wanted to be whored out on her honeymoon.
“Oh, Hitesh, I wish they allowed photography in here; your expression is priceless.”
Suddenly, Nishi’s expression changed, and I looked in the direction she was gazing.
The man who had fondled her at the stage was walking over to us.
“Come on, pay our bar tab and let’s head home to our hotel.” Nishi urged quickly.
“With us, too?” The bar girls asked hopefully.
“Maybe next time, darlings, thank you for everything tonight. Hitesh, pay the girls a very good tip and pass me my top.”
Finally, my wife had her clothes back on and her modesty covered. I paid our bar tab at the counter and noticed Nishi and her “Tipper” talking. I walked over to her, grabbed her hand, and led her away.
We left the club, and our tuk-tuk driver saw us and ushered us to where he had parked.
“Good Go Go yes?”
“Yes, sir, best Go Go ever,” said Nishi, still glowing from her experience. I noticed Nishi sitting very wide-legged and had her skirt even higher on the way back for the driver’s eyes’ pleasure.
“What was that guy saying to you?”
“I can’t hear you, dear. Ask me later.” She shouted and smiled
We arrived back at the hotel and went up to our room.
“FUCK!” I cried out, “We forgot to buy condoms.”
“Oh darling, we have the rest of our lives to make love, how about I just show you a trick I learnt tonight.”
She dropped to her knees, pulled my pants down, and grasped my half-turgid member.
“Now look into my eyes, Husband,” Nishi said, stroking me with one hand and pulling her camisole top down with the other.
“Feel my breasts, do they feel better than your Thai girlfriend’s tits?”
I gulped. Her breasts felt amazing, her hand on my cock felt amazing, but I blurted out,
“She is not my girlfriend.”
“Oh, so you prefer Mai then?” she teased me as she stroked my fully erect dick.
“No, I only want you, Nishi.”
“Good answer, now here is the trick the man who tipped me showed me in the toilets. He said I was a quick learner, and he came really quickly, especially when I told him we were on our honeymoon and I hadn’t let you cum yet. Luckily, I wasn’t wearing my camisole; otherwise, it would have been so stained. He came a lot.”
Nishi looked me in the eyes as she talked, her words creating a mental image in my head of her on her knees in a dirty nightclub toilet, sucking off a stranger for cash. My balls rose tight at the thought, and Nishi saw that.
“I thought you would be mad at me, but I can see it excites you. It certainly excites me, look how wet I am, Husband.” Her free hand came up with her fingers glistening, her scent rising to my nostrils.
She then rubbed her juice-coated hand over my erection, which throbbed hard.
“The man loved it when I covered his big fat cock in my cunt cream. I had to dip my hand back to my pussy so many times as his cock was man-sized. Your cock I can coat with just one pussy dip.”
“Ohh Nishi, stop, I am going to cum.” I cried; her teasing was driving my balls to bursting.
“I really had to stretch my mouth wide to fit his fat cockhead in, but I licked it so much first, you know, his cock, the stranger who paid me, was the first cock I ever tasted.”
“OHHH Nishi, stop.”
“I wish you had seen your slutty bride on the floor of the bathroom sucking his cock. It wasn’t even in a cubicle. Anyone could have walked in. I haven’t told you yet, but the club’s owner also came in and saw me there acting like a common slut. I thought he was going to throw us both out, but he just dropped his pants and said,
“Here, luv, you gotta pay me my fee for letting you dance and shake your titties on my stage.”
“No Nishi No, stop, I don’t want to cum listening to this.”
“Your hard throbbing cock is telling me otherwise. Should I taste it now, or tell you how my Boss’s cock tasted?”
“He’s not your boss.”
Nishi kept stroking me, edging me, as she continued, “He is my Boss, I passed his interview, he said for a cock sucking virgin, I learnt quick. He has had thousands of girls apply to work for him, but never when one was on her honeymoon while her fiancé waited outside, blue-balled. He really liked it when I stroked the other man and sucked his cock, then swapped about without getting the two cocks muddled up or ignored. He stated that it shows that I am meant for sex and sharing. He showed me how to use both hands and my mouth on his dick. I wish I could show you my dear Husband, but you just don’t measure up.”
“Just suck me, please, suck my cock so I can cum.” I pleaded, dying to orgasm.
“Maybe, but then I don’t want you thinking I am a cocksucker, you might not want to kiss me again.”
“I would kiss you all day, regardless of my beautiful Nishi, please suck me.”
“I can’t take that risk, I want my Husband to kiss me. I just might suck off other men and never suck yours. I would never kiss those other men anyway, good married women like me don’t do that.”
I groaned and throbbed.
“I wish I had snuck out of the club and gone down to the tuk-tuk driver, I could have sucked his cock and gotten us a discount on his fare. He was really staring at my pussy, wasn’t he? Do you think he liked it? Would you like to see him fuck it? But I didn’t have the time, besides, I already had my hands full, so full, on my knees in that dirty toilet, unlike now, yours is really small, isn’t it? What are we going to do with this cock of yours? It’s hardly worth sucking anyway.”
“Please, Nishi, finish me off. I am in agony here.”
“No. I like strong men who force me to my knees; you are too soft.”
“I’ll lick you again now if you promise me you will finish me,” I begged.
“OK, my pussy is so manky right now, you can suck out all the cum the two men left in there after the fucked me stupid on that dirty piss stained.. EWWW, not in my face, Hitesh.”
It was all too much, I blew my load and shot endless wads of my cum over my bride’s face, who was acting disgusted, but still stroked and milked my cock and kept her face close enough for me to blow on. She pretended to be horrified but seemed to know how to have my cock splosh all over her face.
“Quick, take a photo with my phone, so my boss can use it on his website.”
“Nishi, stop with the teasing.”
“I am not teasing, take the photo.”
I framed up my bride’s face dripping in cum and snapped a few frames and showed her.
“Ohh, that is so slutty, go back a bit and get my breasts in the shot.”
I did as she asked.
“Now lick me down there and then come up and suckle my teats.”
Her cunt was so aromatic, it was almost smelly, she was so rich in flavour from her prolonged arousal.
I revelled in eating out my bride, glad to find no semen rushing out at me from her treasured box.
“Now lick my breasts.”
I moved up and did as she asked, but they tasted different.
“Eat the dried cum the men left behind on my tits, dear Husband.”
My cock throbbed again at the thought, and I came again, surprising us both.
“Wow, you really like my imaginary stories, don’t you, darling Husband.
I cringed and curled up and fell into a shameful sleep.
In the morning, Nisha didn’t mention anything about the night before and distracted me every time I tried to bring it up.
We had three more days in Thailand at a resort where Nishi behaved. She wore a very modest swimsuit to the pool area and ignored any men who approached her while I was away.
Each night, she would have me do my dog act and lick her front. I loved feeling and tasting her. On the first night, she refused me when I wanted sex, telling me she was too tired after the orgasm I gave her.
On the next night licked not only on her front but also on her back. My tongue delved between her butt cheeks, teasing her bumhole as she squirmed and panted. That night, she allowed me to take her doggy style using only 2 of the 60 condoms I had purchased the day after our insane night out. The third and final night, I claimed her again.
As a honeymoon, it was not the boom boom fest I had hoped; 57 condoms remained, but I was still so proud to have this stunning, smart, sexy girl as my wife.
To Be Continued…?
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