Stranger at the Wedding Reception - Part 1
Hi, I am Madhan here. First, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback on my story, Banging Busty Nurse Nandini Genuine Couples looking for fun like Swap/Group/Orgy/Cuckold/Lesbian can approach me. I am a Bengalurean of 28 years of age, 6″ tall. Horny unsatisfied housewives and sexy young baby dolls can reach me on my hangout/mail [email protected] and Telegram @msarsstr. Total anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed. This is the real story of one of my regular readers, Sneha. This will be narrated from the footsteps of the main lead, Sneha. I (Sneha) was too early as I parked my car at 6 p.m. at the wedding hall. It was my best friend’s wedding reception. The hall was massive, with ample space for parking, which was a rare sight in a city like Bangalore. I checked my makeup and combed my loose shoulder-length hair neatly, looking in the car mirror. I typed the text, “Hon, Where are you? I am at the hall. Come soon,” and sent it to my husband before deboarding the car. I had to come alone because he had told me that he was caught up at work. He would come directly to the function hall. I dialled my friend Rachu to confirm that she was already in the hall. As Rachu confirmed her presence, as well as Lakshmi, I felt relieved. I don’t like to walk in the crowd of strangers. Rachu waved as I stepped through the main door of the marvellously decorated reception hall. The hall was less crowded since the reception would start only after 7. I happily walked into Rachu, Rachu’s husband, Lakshmi, Lakshmi’s husband, and Lakshmi’s 6-year-old son. We greeted each other. We three friends huddle to a side, sitting in a circle to start gossiping. I am seeing Lakshmi after a few years. We three were best friends of the bride, so we planned to reach much earlier to the function hall. We decided to walk into the bride’s room. Lakshmi was talking about how she had to persuade her husband to come along with her away from her in-laws. Both enquired about my husband’s whereabouts. I remembered and checked my phone, expecting a response from my husband. But there was no reply. We walked into the bride’s room filled with relatives, mostly cousins. The bride was dressed to kill. We three started giggling and chitchatting around her for a while. The makeup uplifted her much more prettier and hotter than what she was. We three walked around and finally stood just outside the huge entry archway, continuing to chitchat and watching the guests enter. Time ran swiftly as we gossiped with the huge hall getting populated. At 7, the hall was brimmed with people. At 15 minutes past seven, Bride and Groom, hand in hand, walked through the decorated lane to get seated on the stage. Quickly crowd huddled, forming a huge line to walk onto the stage. The bride catches our group and smiles, acknowledging us. I check my watch and repeatedly glance at the entrance, waiting for my husband. That’s when it happened. Sitting around the end of the hall. I felt my heart skip a beat by the intensity with which this stranger looked or stared into my eyes. I got hooked with my eyes locked with his captivating eyes, spending more time than usual. He held me with his stare, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I felt a shiver and a connection of some sort with this total stranger. I broke my glance to adjust my emerald green saree. I felt like a teenager with a fluttering stomach. The stranger was much taller with a wider chest perfectly fit, dark, perfectly trimmed hair. His thick moustache looked more manly under his sharp, long nose. I felt a nudge on my shoulder to come back to reality. Rachu nudged me to answer my phone, which was ringing. I checked my mobile. My racing heart calmed a bit upon seeing the call from my husband. I quickly answer and finally see him walking through the main door. I wave at him happily. Once, my husband caught me waving. My eyes, in no time, started scanning the crowd, looking for the tall, handsome. I felt bad for doing that. Still, my heart and eyes searched for the stranger with my husband walking towards us. My husband knew both Rachu and Lakshmi. He speaks to them as my eyes solely continue to search the tall stranger. I felt like a thief caught in the act. He was hidden from the view and watched my desperate search all along. The moment my eyes met with his, he smiled smugly, staring at me. I control myself, looking away, shifting the focus to my husband, pushing my hand under his armpit and holding him tight. My loving husband apologizes, “Sorry babe, I got stuck up at the office and later this traffic.” He showed me the gift he got for the bride, a gold bangle. I comb my husband’s messy hair with my fingers, “It’s ok, hon. You are here, and the time is right.” The love between me and my husband never lost any of its shine in our 3 years of married life. From the day he fell in love to till date, he loved me crazy. I, too, love him for caring for me so much. I distract myself from looking at the stranger by thinking about my husband. I met my husband at work as our offices were in the same building. After our first eye contact, my husband took 6 months to come forward to speak with me. After 1 year of friendship, he proposed for marriage. Lakshmi interrupts my thoughts by asking, “Shall we go onstage?” I excuse myself to use the restroom. I walk down the steps around the hall towards the back of the hall to find the restroom. My thoughts while I walked, Who is this man? I am married. Why should I get disturbed seeing him? Did he notice me clutching my husband’s shoulder? Isn’t this a kind of cheating, seeing a stranger with my husband next to me? I pulled the small mirror from my handbag. I wiped the sweat drops from my forehead, corrected my hair, and adjusted my saree, revealing a part of the blouse covering my boobs. I grab brown lipstick and draw around my soft lips.