Healing Scars With Love - Part 2 (Her First Wedding Night)
Naveen stood up from the couch, still trying to recover from the shock. He was at a loss for words. Naveen knew about Ridhima’s past. He knew it wasn’t good. But he never knew that it was this bad, especially her first wedding night. Naveen: Ha… How? Who did…? That’s all he could say. He felt so sad and dejected that he couldn’t even speak. All this while, Ridhima stood like a rock in front of her husband. She finally turned to look at Naveen. He seemed broken. Looking at his condition, she regretted this step of her. But it was too late now. She now had to end what she started. Moreover, Naveen was her husband, and he had the right to know about her past, she thought. She gathered some courage and started narrating the happenings of her past to Naveen. Naveen knew that he was not Ridhima’s first husband. She had gone through a hard marriage and a harder divorce. But what he didn’t know was the story behind it. He listened carefully as his wife took him three years back in time. Ridhima entered the room with a heavy tray in her hand with a glass of milk kept in the middle. She walked slowly and shyly, taking small steps. Her eyes were looking at the floor as she stood near the bed. “Keep it there!” said the man sitting on the bed in a tired but heavy voice. He pointed at the small table kept near the bed and asked Ridhima to keep the tray on it. Ridhima silently obeyed Sandeep, her husband. She kept the tray and stood near the bed, in front of Sandeep. Her eyes were looking down, and her hands were near her breasts holding each other. She felt a bit awkward. Sandeep was sitting on the bed and admiring the beauty right in front of him. He was married to Ridhima a few hours ago, and he couldn’t wait to feast on this little sheep. He carefully looked at his newly married wife from top to bottom. There she was, the 22-year-old Ridhima dressed beautifully as a bride, donning a maroon, deep cut sleeveless blouse, with a pretty lehenga (gown) of the same color. Her head and breasts were covered with a transparent veil of the same color, which added to her charisma. Her blouse stopped just under her boobs. Her lehenga was inches below her navel. This exposed her entire midriff and thin arms – the jewelry, the makeup, and other ornaments decorated this sexy little girl. Every guest at the wedding was mesmerized by her, and why not? She was nothing less than an angel and carried herself so well as a bride. Sandeep observed her patiently making Ridhima blush even more. It was getting awkward for her, but she was excited for her first night. She was a virgin and had never been this close to a guy. Not that she never got any proposal. Guys in her school and college would do anything to take her to date or take her to their beds. But coming from a very conservative family, and being an introvert, Ridhima never entertained any such advances. But today was a different day. She was submitting herself to her husband. Sandeep was more than happy to have her for the night. He was waiting for this moment since he saw her for the first time. Sandeep, aged 30, was 8 years older than Ridhima. Yet he couldn’t think of marrying anyone else after seeing Ridhima. Her beautiful face, along with her slim and curvy body, her sexy boobs, and her round ass were too much for Sandeep. He had never seen a girl like her. On the other hand, Sandeep was a bit on the heavy side, with huge muscles and body. He was 5’7, a bit short for his rather heavy physique but carried himself well and had a fine personality. He sported a nice mustache and thick beard on his fair skin. Ridhima didn’t give much thought about Sandeep. Her parents considered him the most suitable guy for her, so she agreed to marry him. After all, her parents couldn’t make the wrong choices for her. She had all these thoughts in her mind as she observed Sandeep admiring her with an expression of satisfaction. He was sitting on the bed, and she was standing right in front of him. Her naked stomach was right in front of his face. They exchanged some pleasantries. Sandeep asked her some random questions about her past, school, college, studies, and stuff. Ridhima, who was still standing, answered Sandeep when out of nowhere, Sandeep raised his hand and kept it on her ass. He pinched her ass, held it tight, and pulled her towards him. Before Ridhima could react, Sandeep’s lips were on her sexy navel, preparing for a hard fuck. He held her ass tight with both hands so she couldn’t move and dig his face in her tummy. Ridhima felt a bit weird. His hard beard felt like thorns on her soft skin. She gave out a soft yell, but she definitely liked it. Slowly the beard felt good along with Sandeep’s lips. He held her ass with both his hands and started pressing it. Sandeep, on the other hand, went crazy when his mouth touched Ridhima’s belly. It was so soft and smelt and tasted like a cherry. His tiredness was gone, and he got new energy to feast on her. Her soft and round ass added to the charm. He kept eating her tummy and navel. It was the first time that Ridhima was feeling a manly touch, and she liked it. She had many assumptions about her first night. But she never thought that Sandeep would straightaway get into the act. Nevertheless, she liked it. Sandeep got up and now picked her up by her ass and waist. He turned around and threw her on the bed. Within a second, Sandeep was over Ridhima and kissing her lips. Damn! He is quite desperate for her, Ridhima thought. She felt nice learning how desirable she was for him. But she would slowly realize that it was just her body which was desirable and that materialistic desires don’t last long. He got up and turned Ridhima around. He gave some kisses and bites on her back. He untied the strings of her blouse, gave some more kisses, and finally unbuttoned it fully. Now her back was only covered with her thin red bra string.