ShaifBD
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My name is Venkat and I am from India. My wife, Susan, and I have been married for the past 3 years. Before marriage, Susan was a senior to me at work and was a year older by age.
Also, we were from different faiths, she being a Christian and I a Hindu. Our families, both hers and mine, were completely against this alliance. But we stood by each other and got married. We cut all formal ties with our families and moved to Mumbai immediately after marriage. Susan, now a 30-year-old, has a great body – she is slim with 36B cups and her hips are exceptionally broad. She is a bit on the shorter side and her skin color cannot be called ‘fair’ – but that just adds to the sexiness about Susan.
She was an object of desire for every male at work before I got lucky. I don’t know what Susan saw in me – as I am physically not well-endowed. I did not carry a great personality either. When I worked under Susan before our marriage, I used to address her as ‘madam’. I used to fear her for her seniority – even though I had fallen in love with this beautiful Indian lady. But gradually Susan perhaps began to understand my feelings towards her and one day she asked if I wanted to go out with her for dinner.
I was delighted with the offer and we visited the best Chinese restaurant in the town. Things gradually started moving and in 4 months since that dinner, Susan and I tied the knot. It was not a “Big-Fat-Indian-Wedding”, but a 30-minute appointment at a registrar’s office. The same evening we board a train to Mumbai to start a new chapter in our lives.
We reached Mumbai the following morning. We checked into a hotel and spent the night together. It was my first night with Susan – that too in a new place. I was nervous. Before we got married Susan had honestly told me that she was not a virgin, but I was one. I did not know how to do ‘it’. The moment Susan took off her jeans, I panicked. I told her that I was not prepared.
Susan just smiled at me and she went to sleep. Things did not progress for the next one week when we were in the hotel. During those seven days, we joined our respective offices (we did not work in the same organization anymore) and started searching for a house to move into. We finally found one near a slum. The place was not considered safe for ladies, but Susan was a bold character and she insisted we move into the house. And we did.
On the first night in our new house, Susan asked if I was ready to finally lose my virginity. She slowly took off my clothes and made me stand naked in front of her. I was feeling shy and could not look eye-to-eye with Susan. I tried to cover my penis with both my hands. Susan, who was sitting by the bed, pulled me closer to her and looked closely at my penis. At just two inches, my penis was very small – even smaller than a schoolboy. Susan smiled. She asked me to come to the bed.
Also, we were from different faiths, she being a Christian and I a Hindu. Our families, both hers and mine, were completely against this alliance. But we stood by each other and got married. We cut all formal ties with our families and moved to Mumbai immediately after marriage. Susan, now a 30-year-old, has a great body – she is slim with 36B cups and her hips are exceptionally broad. She is a bit on the shorter side and her skin color cannot be called ‘fair’ – but that just adds to the sexiness about Susan.
She was an object of desire for every male at work before I got lucky. I don’t know what Susan saw in me – as I am physically not well-endowed. I did not carry a great personality either. When I worked under Susan before our marriage, I used to address her as ‘madam’. I used to fear her for her seniority – even though I had fallen in love with this beautiful Indian lady. But gradually Susan perhaps began to understand my feelings towards her and one day she asked if I wanted to go out with her for dinner.
I was delighted with the offer and we visited the best Chinese restaurant in the town. Things gradually started moving and in 4 months since that dinner, Susan and I tied the knot. It was not a “Big-Fat-Indian-Wedding”, but a 30-minute appointment at a registrar’s office. The same evening we board a train to Mumbai to start a new chapter in our lives.
We reached Mumbai the following morning. We checked into a hotel and spent the night together. It was my first night with Susan – that too in a new place. I was nervous. Before we got married Susan had honestly told me that she was not a virgin, but I was one. I did not know how to do ‘it’. The moment Susan took off her jeans, I panicked. I told her that I was not prepared.
Susan just smiled at me and she went to sleep. Things did not progress for the next one week when we were in the hotel. During those seven days, we joined our respective offices (we did not work in the same organization anymore) and started searching for a house to move into. We finally found one near a slum. The place was not considered safe for ladies, but Susan was a bold character and she insisted we move into the house. And we did.
On the first night in our new house, Susan asked if I was ready to finally lose my virginity. She slowly took off my clothes and made me stand naked in front of her. I was feeling shy and could not look eye-to-eye with Susan. I tried to cover my penis with both my hands. Susan, who was sitting by the bed, pulled me closer to her and looked closely at my penis. At just two inches, my penis was very small – even smaller than a schoolboy. Susan smiled. She asked me to come to the bed.