Shruti's honeymoon gone wrong - Part 1
Shruti clutched Abhishek’s hand as they entered the lavish hotel lobby, her heart pounding. Everything here was strange and unfamiliar, from the exotic potted plants to the ornate golden decor. Shruti and Abhishek were recently married in full Indian tradition and they came to Thailand to start their life and create some memories for a lifetime. She glanced around nervously, noticing several other honeymooning couples. The women were dressed in slinky cocktail dresses and stiletto heels, boldly meeting the gazes of men who were not their husbands. Shruti instinctively drew closer to Abhishek, suddenly self-conscious of her modest sari. She had packed more modern clothes, but her traditional upbringing made her feel most comfortable in the clothes she knew. Abhishek gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Relax, my darling. You are the most beautiful woman here.” His lips brushed her ear, his breath hot. “And soon, you’ll be the most thoroughly fucked.” She blushed crimson, a rush of arousal and embarrassment flooding her. Abhishek had always been charmingly crude when they were alone, but never so publicly. She glanced around again, mortified that someone might have overheard. Yet part of her thrilled at his words, imagining what was to come in their wedding suite. She thought of her husband’s thick cock claiming her virgin cunt, and her nipples stiffened. Abhishek chuckled, eyeing her erect nipples straining against the thin fabric of her sari. “So eager, my little bride. The night is still young, and I plan to make you come until you pass out from sheer pleasure.” Shruti squirmed, her panties growing damp. She didn’t know this crude, lustful side of her new husband, but she found she liked it. Her shy smile widened into one of anticipation. Thailand was turning out to be full of surprises already. Abhishek led her across the lobby to the elevators and up to the top floor, where their lavish suite awaited. When he unlocked the door and ushered her inside, Shruti gasped. The spacious room was bathed in the soft glow of candles, and red rose petals were scattered across every surface. A large bed dominated the center of the room, draped in silk sheets. Abhishek came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Do you like it?” His lips brushed the sensitive spot under her ear. “It’s lovely,” she breathed, leaning back into his embrace. “Not as lovely as you, my darling.” His hands slid up to cup her breasts, kneading them and pinching her nipples through the thin fabric of her sari. Shruti moaned, arching into his touch. She felt his erection pressing into the small of her back and rubbed against him wantonly, craving the pleasure only he could give her. Abhishek groaned, thrusting against her. “So eager for your husband’s cock, aren’t you?” His fingers slid under the edge of her sari, inching up the inside of her thigh. “I can feel how wet you are already, my naughty little bride.” His fingers brushed the edge of her panties, and Shruti whimpered in need. She had never felt so wanton, but she needed Abhishek inside her more than she needed her next breath. “Please,” she begged softly, turning in his arms to face him. She trailed one hand down between them and rubbed his straining erection through his slacks. “I need you.” Abhishek’s eyes darkened with lust. “Your wish is my command, my dear.” He claimed her mouth in a searing kiss as his hands slid under her sari, stripping her bare at last. Shruti trembled in anticipation, her heart pounding as Abhishek led her to the bed and laid her down upon the rose petals. Tonight, she would no longer be a virgin bride. Abhishek gazed down at his new wife’s naked body, laid out before him like an offering. She was more beautiful than he could have imagined, her olive skin glowing in the dim light and her pert breasts rising and falling with each hurried breath. He stripped off his own clothes, freeing his aching cock, and climbed onto the bed to join her. Shruti’s eyes widened at the sight of his erection, a mix of nerves and desire flickering across her face. Abhishek stroked her cheek tenderly. “Do not be afraid, my love. I will be gentle.” He kissed her again, slowly and thoroughly, his hands roaming across her body to relax her. Shruti melted into his embrace, her fears easing under his patient touch. When he felt her body soften in surrender, Abhishek slid one hand between her thighs. Shruti gasped as he brushed through her wet folds, circling the entrance of her sex. “So wet and ready for me,” he purred, slipping a finger inside her tight channel. Shruti whimpered at the intrusion, the sensation both strange and pleasurable. Abhishek pumped his finger in and out at a languid pace, adding a second digit once she had adjusted. He curled them upwards, searching for the sensitive spot within her, and was rewarded by Shruti’s moan. “There, isn’t that nice?” He massaged her inner walls, stretching her open. Shruti could only nod, lost in the waves of delight radiating from between her legs. “My sweet bride, now you are ready to become a woman.” Abhishek positioned himself over her, the head of his cock nudging at her entrance. “This may hurt at first, but the pain will fade. I promise to bring you pleasure like you have never known.” Shruti gazed up at him, her eyes glassy with need. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her hips in invitation. “Make me yours,” she whispered. Abhishek smiled and pushed inside. Shruti gasped as Abhishek’s cock breached her virgin entrance, a sharp stab of pain piercing through the haze of arousal. She dug her fingernails into his back, tears springing to her eyes. Abhishek stilled, murmuring soothing words into her ear. “The pain will pass, my love. Just relax and breathe.