Category: Erotica

I awaited my spouse on a flower-decorated bed. I never imagined marrying a 60-year-old man in a few months. After becoming engaged, my eyes flooded with tears. I’m a married 19-year-old. I’m not against marriage, but I can’t stomach it with an old pervert.
I don’t feel like talking about my past or appearance. His manliness will fill my femininity tonight. Tomorrow, I will lose my treasured virginity. I will lie naked, spread, and copulated on this red silk saree-clad bed. My in-laws, mom, and sister outside will hear my nighttime whimpers, groans, and cries.
It’s customary for women to surrender to their husbands. Do not resist. Before leaving, my mum told me to cooperate and it will be over soon.
Please see my appearance. I don’t want to describe my features, but I think it’s fair to know what kind of lady the horrible beast will eat. I’m 5’3, tiny, with small, round breasts capped with brown nipples, a handful for a man, a curvaceous, narrow waist, smooth skin, and flexible legs. I’m brown like an Indian girl. I fear my dark beauty doomed me. He made a deal using my family’s poverty. to marry me and care for my mother and brothers.
I found it indecent. Marrying an elderly bald man? How do I get close to him? Betrayed, I cried…
My 5’11, average-built new hubby entered. He was impatient. I was also silenced. Despite being fully clothed, all I saw was his mischievous smile and shining eyes feasting on my vulnerable flesh. Despite feeling guilty, a man’s lusty stare made my legs tingle. He lay between my knees and humped me for a moment. ‘Oh….God….’ I said. I realized my guilt. Nevertheless. I’m a passionate young girl.
He spoke formally next to me. I always thought he wanted to know my clothes, not my emotions. He touched my hips uncontrollably. As his warm hand stroked my saree, the area tingled. I was psychologically and physically prepared for my first sex.
He pushed me over the bed and rolled over me, proving his stamina. His heavy cock touched my thighs. Size… It was big. For me and thicker than expected. Dimmed the lights and stripped above the top. His hairy, toned chest surprised me at his age. He unhooked my top, saree, and jewellery. He expertly nuded my shirt, exposing my delicate breasts. He kissed me quickly. My never-kissed lips felt great and new. He bit my bottom lip and nibbled.
He clamped my tits. It was so hard that I whimpered in the slightest pleasure.
“Oh…don’t. Can’t, “I could only say with his lips clamped on my stiff nipples. He sucked and milked it till I was done. I was moaning and flailing in bed, gripping his hair in my hands.
My former hubby then stripped for the next part of our night. His cock scared me. He returned to the bed to reveal my virgin body. I didn’t resist as he stripped me. I was fully exposed to my husband’s sight, my erect nipples wet with his saliva, my pussy leaking, and my lips twitching in anticipation.
He resumed kissing me quickly. He kissed me passionately while holding my tits. Pleasure invaded my young body. After a moment, he asked me to suck his firm cock. Though unskilled, I tried. I slowly swallowed his cock. I accelerated with him holding my head and penetrating my mouth.
He breathed hard and enjoyed my sucking talents as he removed his cock. He then separated my legs. I wanted him in my pussy. He removed the blankets covering our nude bodies and pushed his cock in my pussy. Slowly, his cock entered my virginity, causing searing pain that made me scream.
“Oh…God…
Stop, please. Painful.” I shouted and thrashed his back to escape hell. His cock was searing my insides. He persisted till his pubic hairs touched mine. I relaxed and rested after my initial penetration.
As he fucked me, I held onto his shoulders. We kept fucking despite sweating, panting, and gasping. His massive cock tore my pussy, fucking me forever. I’m his wife now and will please him anytime. My orgasm built up and spasmed in a minute. He plundering my tight pussy reached my womb.
He gave me one last kiss that left me breathless. I returned his kisses and firm hugs. He slept well after touching me all over. I lay staring at the ceiling, remembering my first night with my husband, whom I misjudged. He was a hunk in bed and would make me happy in and out.
I cuddled up to him and fell asleep, satisfied.

James slowly woke from his sleep state and began to realize where he was and what day it was. He stretched his arm out lazily searching for his wife but was not surprised when he was not able to find her. Even his barely awake brain knew she had probably already been up for hours not so patiently waiting for him so they could begin making up for the week long dry spell their work schedules imposed upon them.

Jay looked at his phone expecting to see a link from his wife that led to some story about a couple fucking each others brains out. He was a bit disappointed that there were no sex stories waiting for him. While some guys would be annoyed that their wives sent them stories about sex, Jay loved it because she loved it. He always knew that the stories she liked best were ones that reminded her of their own sexual encounters. How could he be mad about anything that made her think of him that way? If Jay was a betting man he would put all his money on Bri coming across a story that would make her imagine them, and that would make her nearly attack him the second she saw him. Read more »

It was well past midnight when James returned home. He was exhausted from a week of go-go-go. Work had been nothing but undue stress and fixing other peoples shit. It was aggravating, but instead of focussing on that now he decided to focus on the few bright moments the week had brought such as the the texts from his wife that never ceased to bring a smile to his face.

They always started out innocent- mostly just discussing their days, the occasional meme here, a funny penguin gif there. But the later it got at night, the lonelier his wife got and the naughtier her messages became. He enjoyed the reading them all. From the ‘GOD I WISH YOU WERE HERE RIGHT NOW” to the ones describing in painfully clear detail exactly what she wanted them to be doing. His favourite messages though, were the ones accompanied by a photo. Just a little reminder of what he was missing out on at home. He loved seeing her petite frame in various states of undress, bending and twisting in the exact poses she knew would drive him wild, and that look in her eye he knew meant she was craving his cock as much as he craved her pussy. This week his particular favourite was an image of her laying on their bed, legs wide open with her fingers teasing her opening and her clit. Even in the picture he could tell her pussy was dripping. It had made him so horny that he began stroking his cock over his pants and he almost didn’t hear the call come out over the radio. He groaned just thinking about it and reminded himself to compliment her photography skills. Read more »