22-11-2018, 09:22 AM
6 months later. It was her wedding day. Rohan and Kasturi decided to undergo a simple court marriage instead of a extravagant affair. There were only friends and from both ends. Kasturi's parents couldn't attend, because of an urgency but were present there through skype. They were truly pleased to see their beautiful daughter settling in her life.
From the time she stepped out of the car in her red saree with her bare back and her hair tied in a bun topped with the jasmine flowers everyone was in awe of her beauty. People across ages had already started fantasising about her. She was the lady, everyone hoped to bed.
Rohan too was elated, and he couldn't believe he was going to marry such a beauty. He couldn't keep his hands off her. The touch of her skin blissfull as ever...her lips shaking and shivering evertime he was caressing her love handle with his rough hand. She was trying her best to keep a composed look on her face.
"I never knew you look this sexy in saree...I couldn't wait to peel you off this fabric and kiss you everywhere this cloth is kissing you." Rohan Whispered in her ears.
"Shhhh." Kasturi scolded, him by putting her index finger on her lips.
They both signed out. And were declared as husband and wife between the raising claps.
Rohan couldn't keep his emotions and marched towards Kasturi, pulling her in his embrace and placing his lips over her. Soon exploring the depths and deliciousness that he was craving for past One and Half year. Kasturi's eyes were open....she couldn't believe what just happened. She looked and everyone was enjoying.
She burnt in shame and pushed Rohan gently, who was reluctant to give her up...but eventually he did. The crowd rejoiced. Kasturi's head was down while Rohan was accepting the appreciation he was getting from everyone.
They reached home. She and Rohan headed straight towards their bedroom. As soon as they shut the door...Rohan had started undressing her with all the mighty force that he had. He had already got rid of the saree she was wearing.
"Rohan...Stop. We have the night...I don't want to look bad for the evening party. Just hold it for sometime." Kasturi blushed covering her breasts with her hands crossed.
"Then I should better cancel the party." Rohan smirked and moved toward her.
He was right behind her...she could feel his breaths on her shoulder.
"Put your hands down. I want to feel you...I want to see it all." Duggal's voice firm.
Kasturi lowered her hands, Duggal placed both his palms on her hooters, pressing them making them bulge out of the blouse she was wearing. Kasturi was shivering with all the alien feeling she was getting, but Duggal had already started unhooking her. She hadn't wore any bras underneath and soon they emerged out in full glory. Her honey dewed glistening skin topped with the pink cherries slowly turning red due to their rough handling by Rohan.
"Wow...they are beautiful." Duggal Whispered and burried his nose in her haira and started moving his lips at her neck, shoulder and everything in between.
But soon he realised...she wasn't pleased with the idea of lovemaking now...and there also was a knock on the door.
It was hard for him to calm himself down after all these patient years but he gave up his wishes. He reached towrds the door... opening it, careless of her newly wed wife still exposed at the top, and her lower half almost naked as she was wearing a satin red petticoat tight on her ass and thinghs.
It was the same driver Birju. He had came over to call Rohan for some urgent work that needed his attention.
Kasturi had no time to brace herself up, all she could do was to turn around on her position, her back all exposed and her round inviting ass.
"What...you idiot ? What is it ?" Duggal roared.
"Sir...Sir... Actually...Ramu and...." Birju was stammering. He couldn't utter a word after all the beauty he was seeing. He hadn't seen such a divine beauty in his life. He was standstill.
Birju was not merely a driver but he also was the friend in sin with his boss. He always fulfilled his boss's desire, and he was the one who knew all his dirty secret and desires.
Rohan somewhere had a personality of an exhibitor, he really liked show his possession and find it kinky to do things in presence, he was fond of putting women in uncomfortable setup while they were exposed. But that was it for him, he never really liked the idea of sharing.
And seeing Birju's face strucked on his newly wedded possession his face too lit up and he eased out, acknowledging what he was going through.
"Isn't she delicious ?" He whispered to Birju.
"More than anything in this world Sir." He replied. His eyes still transfixed.
"But like the car, I can't let your hands on her. Only see... don't even dare touching." Rohan warned.
"I think thats enough for me." He replied grinning.
"Back off Now. She needs rest."and Rohan pushed him out, closing the gate behind.
To be continued.
Rashmi
From the time she stepped out of the car in her red saree with her bare back and her hair tied in a bun topped with the jasmine flowers everyone was in awe of her beauty. People across ages had already started fantasising about her. She was the lady, everyone hoped to bed.
Rohan too was elated, and he couldn't believe he was going to marry such a beauty. He couldn't keep his hands off her. The touch of her skin blissfull as ever...her lips shaking and shivering evertime he was caressing her love handle with his rough hand. She was trying her best to keep a composed look on her face.
"I never knew you look this sexy in saree...I couldn't wait to peel you off this fabric and kiss you everywhere this cloth is kissing you." Rohan Whispered in her ears.
"Shhhh." Kasturi scolded, him by putting her index finger on her lips.
They both signed out. And were declared as husband and wife between the raising claps.
Rohan couldn't keep his emotions and marched towards Kasturi, pulling her in his embrace and placing his lips over her. Soon exploring the depths and deliciousness that he was craving for past One and Half year. Kasturi's eyes were open....she couldn't believe what just happened. She looked and everyone was enjoying.
She burnt in shame and pushed Rohan gently, who was reluctant to give her up...but eventually he did. The crowd rejoiced. Kasturi's head was down while Rohan was accepting the appreciation he was getting from everyone.
They reached home. She and Rohan headed straight towards their bedroom. As soon as they shut the door...Rohan had started undressing her with all the mighty force that he had. He had already got rid of the saree she was wearing.
"Rohan...Stop. We have the night...I don't want to look bad for the evening party. Just hold it for sometime." Kasturi blushed covering her breasts with her hands crossed.
"Then I should better cancel the party." Rohan smirked and moved toward her.
He was right behind her...she could feel his breaths on her shoulder.
"Put your hands down. I want to feel you...I want to see it all." Duggal's voice firm.
Kasturi lowered her hands, Duggal placed both his palms on her hooters, pressing them making them bulge out of the blouse she was wearing. Kasturi was shivering with all the alien feeling she was getting, but Duggal had already started unhooking her. She hadn't wore any bras underneath and soon they emerged out in full glory. Her honey dewed glistening skin topped with the pink cherries slowly turning red due to their rough handling by Rohan.
"Wow...they are beautiful." Duggal Whispered and burried his nose in her haira and started moving his lips at her neck, shoulder and everything in between.
But soon he realised...she wasn't pleased with the idea of lovemaking now...and there also was a knock on the door.
It was hard for him to calm himself down after all these patient years but he gave up his wishes. He reached towrds the door... opening it, careless of her newly wed wife still exposed at the top, and her lower half almost naked as she was wearing a satin red petticoat tight on her ass and thinghs.
It was the same driver Birju. He had came over to call Rohan for some urgent work that needed his attention.
Kasturi had no time to brace herself up, all she could do was to turn around on her position, her back all exposed and her round inviting ass.
"What...you idiot ? What is it ?" Duggal roared.
"Sir...Sir... Actually...Ramu and...." Birju was stammering. He couldn't utter a word after all the beauty he was seeing. He hadn't seen such a divine beauty in his life. He was standstill.
Birju was not merely a driver but he also was the friend in sin with his boss. He always fulfilled his boss's desire, and he was the one who knew all his dirty secret and desires.
Rohan somewhere had a personality of an exhibitor, he really liked show his possession and find it kinky to do things in presence, he was fond of putting women in uncomfortable setup while they were exposed. But that was it for him, he never really liked the idea of sharing.
And seeing Birju's face strucked on his newly wedded possession his face too lit up and he eased out, acknowledging what he was going through.
"Isn't she delicious ?" He whispered to Birju.
"More than anything in this world Sir." He replied. His eyes still transfixed.
"But like the car, I can't let your hands on her. Only see... don't even dare touching." Rohan warned.
"I think thats enough for me." He replied grinning.
"Back off Now. She needs rest."and Rohan pushed him out, closing the gate behind.
To be continued.
Rashmi
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