Hi, I am John. This story is about me and my wife and our newly married life and the journey ahead. My wife’s name is Alia. Let me start from very beginning. I belong to a conservative family living in Bangladesh, it is a very conservative country and my parents are very religious.
I did my engineering and was working for an IT company which after 2 years transferred me to USA. I liked USA so I settled there. I liked many things like culture, freedom, Open mindedness, Living standards, and importance of enjoying life rather than always being in rat race and most importantly money was what attracted me most. I saved so much that all my families’ debts and loans were repaid and I built a good house for my family back in Bangladesh.
After working for another 4 years I got good recognition and promotion and I became close to my American Boss who supported me a lot. I was well settled now financially as I saved a lot while leading a good bachelor life.
My family on the other hand was now started stressing me for marriage and were very worried thinking if I got married to a foreigner girl who will be far away from their culture and understandings.
Well 1 more year passed and I turned 30 and was to return to Bangladesh for holidays. I also thought that now is the right time to settle down in life. Well as I reached home where my parents and relatives gave me a plethora of options to choose from many local girls and ample of Photos to look at.
Spending so many years in America, I also felt it a bit weird now although I am aware of the tradition. I felt shy talking about it in front of my parents about which girl to choose. All were educated, some at local colleges and some from major universities of Bangladesh.
My parents knowingly selected girls who were traditional and conservative to look at, though we have ample of very modern, women centric, convent educated fashion savvy girls but my parents can’t even dream of some girl wearing a jeans and top standing next to me.
I thought let’s do it and choose few after which I will go to their houses with my family to meet, see and know the girl and her family. It’s a big occasion for Bangladeshi. So the hunting starts.
I went and didn’t find any to my liking but then I met a girl. When I 1st saw her I thought- here we go again, the painful process of rejection starts(who knows, I was also being rejected by earlier one’s) but after sometime I was beginning to feel a bit of positivity but still unsure. She was a bit tall though, around 5’6″, which is good because I am 5’11” myself.
She was wearing a very regular and conservative dress called Salwar-Suit which was of loose fitting (tight clothes in Bangladesh is not normal). Her hair was around her lower ribs, very thick mane of black.
She was fair, her eyes were big and hazel, her nose was pointy and her overall personality was very innocent kind. She was very shy as all girls are here- at least on the day when they are being seen as potential bride.
She was not thin and can’t be called fat too, somewhere in very right frame. She was studying in local college. Her mom said she is very good in cooking and other homely works.
She also said she is good in studies and singing and arts. My parents were also got very interested, more so when they saw me giving some positive gesture to their talks. They started showing me their family album which was filled with her images from last 5 years.
She also had a younger sister of around 2 years. They both were wearing same type of dresses in all the pictures and on all the occasion (even their school & college uniform were the same dress).
I being a IT person settled in foreign was a valuable entity in the field of match making and they were ready to give some dowry (though they were not that well-off) which my father asked, but I completely rejected the same and said I will marry only on condition of no dowry what so ever.
I saw the girl eyes lit up and at that moment I thought I made a 100% mind of marrying her.
We got alone time to talk which I accepted 1st time and asked about her likes and dislikes, she was very regular Bangladeshi girl without any extra ordinary expectations and likes. She didn’t ask me anything, she was very shy. She talked about her house and her sister and family, seemed like she and her sister were very close.
I also asked her if she had any special friends (has to be discreet here to avoid being offensive) and she gave a small laugh as if mocking me and said her parents were very protective and never allowed her to mingle much with others and specially with boys. Our time was up and we left.
After seeing few more girls I told to my parents enough. They pushed me and one day in the heat of moment I said okay to marry the same girl. Her name is Alia. So the dates were decided for engagement and we met at our house and exchanged ring in presence of our relatives.
I was happy that I satisfied my parents but was very unhappy that I was still unsatisfied because I wanted my partner to be modern, free thinking spirit like me and up to my standards. That’s Life.
I returned back to USA and gave this news to everyone around me. One day while having a weekend party I told my friend about my doubts about marriage and partner.
He was from California. He told me women are very sensitive and soft and relationship with husbands evolve them to be better in life and many times they find something inside that they never thought existed.
You need to be just good husband. It really lifted my morale and I started thinking about telling her to become more presentable, so that I can face my friends with her and learn a bit English so that she can speak without embarrassing me.
Learning about my marriage, my boss offered me a long leave, more than I applied for (he saw some program about big fat Bangladeshi wedding and thought it’s the same kind of affair and got very excited talking about it, don’t know why?). I gave him the invitation card and he was very grateful for that.
Okay so I was off to Bangladesh and was about to be married to a girl I met once but now I was happy because I was confident that I will deal with everything what life has to throw at me. 3 months after my engagement I got married, it was a very crowded affair with all the flavors of Bangladeshi wedding minus the big & fat part.
She looked beautiful in bride’s getup and 1st time I got convinced I made the right decision. Though we have not spoken about me taking her to US now but that was kind of unstated fact. They say a lot about 1st night but I think it’s overrated. We took in 2-3 days of non-stop traditional ceremonies to get married and both were awfully tired, moreover ours was arranged so it slowly evolves into erotica (which has its own fun).
We talked a lot; I kissed her forehead and hands. Lip kiss in Bangladesh is as close to 3rdbase so we thought let it simmer. After 3 more days of endless traditional practices we found our peace and time to relax (Whooooo! Marriages in Bangladesh never come easy). I also started preparing papers for her Visa application.
One day in the morning she was wearing a beautiful saree after taking a bath, her hair was wet, her hands were full of mehndi (kind of temporary Bangladeshi tattoo applied to married women), her ears and nose were pierced and were having golden jewellery on them, her neck was having a golden chain and locket with black bead, her back was donning a golden thin chain, her ankles was having silver anklets and her feet fingers were having rings.
The sari was silky red and black and she looked very gorgeous. I got shocked to see her like that and her eyes and smile took my heart. I called her and told her that I love the way she looks and told her to never take out these jewelleries away, I want to see her wear them every single day.
My mom and dad and were very happy as they got an ideal daughter in law.
It was the day we left for our so called honeymoon. I asked her do you intend to wear sarees all through the trip and she said yes without thinking much about my question.
I lived in America for so long, I studied in engineering college, I never been with anyone apart from my mother who wears saree everywhere she goes, so it was kind of odd for me too. I asked her what about beach, are you planning to wear saree even in that weather.
She said yes without blinking an eye. I thought to myself – patience is the key.
We were booked in a 3 – star hotel in the heart of city. We reached hotel and relaxed with bath and food in the afternoon and went for shopping in the evening. I took her to mall and ordered her to shop for herself some clothes to use in this trip, and like well programmed software she started executing and instinctively entered a saree showroom.
I caught her hand and laughed at her with love realizing the innocence and asked her to follow me.
I searched for a casual wear shop and took her to a ladies section. She was now shocked and was looking very tensed and said she has never wore such a thing and she will be very guilty if she does.
She was scared of her parents and now my parent’s opinion on her after they know what she did. She behaved as if she is asked to get naked on a stage.
I took her in my arms and kissed her forehead. I said she is beautiful, innocent, respectable, and honest from within and no matter what she wears will not change any of this.
I also said that she is my wife and if I don’t have any problem then what is her problem. I urged her to open her eyes to the world and look beyond conservative thinking and be practical, wearing a saree on a hot day is so damn uncomfortable when you have so much outdoor activity to do outside.
She suddenly realized she is in public place and she tried to go away from me and looked here and there. Though there were people but they were not even paying attention at all and busy with themselves.
She suddenly had a thinking face and suddenly looked like a spark went off in her brain. She looked at me and said ok and said she agrees on what I said.
I was very happy and thought that she was a gem who understands me. I took her to stalls and selected top for her, white, yellow, orange, all with cut sleeves cotton with V necks.
She was not saying anything and I just took it without too much worrying about sizes because I thought I got it. We then moved to jeans and I purchased a low waste type figure hugging jeans and skin tight leggings of stretchy material.
I took this opportunity to buy a jean short and tank top and she just got exploded and said what you are buying. She just realized that she just reacted to me while I was doing shopping for her and backed away.
She then came and said, she can’t stand with me while billing for these items as biller will think otherwise of me.
I said, dear! You are my wife and we are lawfully married couple, anything thing you do with me and with my permission are fully acceptable. You stop worrying and start living.
Can’t you be just happy for yourself? You have bought your 1st pair of jeans today at the age of 28.
She stood with me bravely and the man at the counter was having just another day at work and ignored our stuff like it was not even there.
I smiled at her after paying and went back to the hotel. She was now very happy and I felt she was having butterflies in her stomach.
I order us some early dinner as a room service and said to me wife to show me the purchases. She said why? As if I asked her to cut her fingers and serve me in a plate.
I told her I bought these items for you and I want to see it fits or not otherwise the money and time will go to waste. She nodded yes to my argument and went to the bathroom to change.
After 5 minutes she called back and said she was sorry, the sizes are wrong and our money and time got wasted. I told her let me see and she said plain no.
I said dear, I am your husband and we need to be very close with each other please be practical. She said okay and opened the door.
My eyes fell from my socket and my mouth remained open so much that she waited for my comment but after hearing nothing and only my stare. She felt bad and went inside again.
I again asked her to come out and said sorry for my behavior. When she came out, I was fully confirmed that I married a bombshell. She wore a yellow t shirt and blue jeans and my god!! I took the right size, now I know her size, she was at that time around 36DD.
I said to her she is my queen and she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.
She got filled with joy and also started blushing. Now let me describe, she wore the top which was very tight and her boobs were standing tall in them, it was coming out of her chest like a rocket but they had just enough swing to them.
Her top stopped at her belly button and her jeans started 3 inch below her belly button where her creamy white color was visible, probably never saw any light.
Her jeans fabric was stretchy and thin and hugged her like a glove.
I step back and saw the gem again and got mesmerized again, this time I was really amazed because of her ass. Her real measurement that is now known is 36DD 28 38. She was like a curvaceous queen, a full voluptuous woman as if directly coming from those hip hop videos. There was a figure which was hidden all these years from the owner itself.
I hugged her and felt myself getting extremely hard and started kissing her all over and started pawing her ass and back. This made her very excited and she kissed me back but with closed mouth.
1st kiss. We go away from each other and I saw something pointing out of her top, her nipples got hard. I took her hand to bed and made her sit down and said wait, went inside the bathroom for taking a gel to reduce friction because of her 1st time( well advised) and started removing clothes to put cream on my shaft.
And it happened, doorbell rang and our food came. I couldn’t go out with a big hard on and cream all over my penis, so I asked Alia to take the food, she did not reply, she kind of froze and the bell rang again.
I asked her dear don’t be shy, this is your test because you will wear this from tomorrow anyhow. She said no and said that she thought we are going to change for the sizes. I said you are looking absolutely great and there is nothing wrong with your dress.
Go ahead.
She started and slowly moved to the door and opened it with her head peaking out only to receive the food she thought would be a small tray but it was wheeler and with lots of dishes and servings.
This made her to open the door fully and turn back towards the bed and stops and turned again to face the man.
This gave him ample time to gawk and think. His eyes looked bigger than earlier and a slimy smile on his face showed that he is judging Alia to be a bold and modern girl.
He said madam can I serve and she said okay. He took his time and using his eyes for multi-tasking.
Alia tried to show that she cared less and was looking at food. In the meantime my erection was a kind of down and I wore my clothes and was out to see what’s happening.
I was in bathroom and Alia was at other side of the room and the waiter was in middle of room facing Alia. I got an electric shock by seeing this guy gawking at my newly married wife and I saw that her nipples are still poking from the top.
My hard on returned to conquer, but I could not understand why I felt so horny now if I touch myself any further I would have cum immediately.
When he felt my presence he did his stuff and turned to take my signature on the bill but I don’t know why I told him to take signature from my wife.
She stood there and he approached her and got to a hand distance. She signed ASAP and handed him the book. He smiled and said thank you and started leaving.
After the door closed, she sat on the bed and started crying slowly.
I went to her and said why you are crying, what happened and she said that the man was taking pleasure while he was here because of my dress and that it was a very stupid idea of her to dress like that.
I lost my temper and said you are my wife and you have done what I have told you, you mean I am stupid. She said she dint mean that. I saw her tears and felt my heart melting.
I told her that anyone can think whatever they want to. It’s none of our concern and she should not be much close minded.
This is a free country, and anyone can wear anything thing they want. Until and unless it offends anyone.
Be strong, be feminine but be bold, this is your body and you are the owner and should do what you feel like and should never be bothered about others opinions.
Her eyes were dry, she was smiling, and she took my hand while sitting and kissed it and put it near her chicks lovingly. She said she is blessed to have a supporting husband and also said she will always keep this in mind and tried to follow it.
Then she stood up and served the food and we ate. After the food, I asked her to try another top but this time without bra because her old bra is leaving bad impression on her top.
She got embarrassed but did not say anything and went into the bathroom; she looked back and told I don’t have any good undergarments.
I said we will shop for it tomorrow. She closed the door and came out in only a minute but did not come out fully and was hiding behind the door.
I went up from bed to bathroom door to see why. She wore her pink tank top and small shorts and I think without any bra and panties. I thought this is the right stuff to have on our 1st sex. I pounced on her and started smooching.
I asked how come you wore this dress, I thought you will not, she said it’s my body and I can wear whatever I like, even you can’t stop me and laughed while I got harder every time I touched her boobs and found them soft and delicate. The nipples were hard though and I took her to bed and she was fully cooperating.
Her eyes were full of love and looked like she wanted to experience what sex is.
I couldn’t wait and took her top off and she asked me to switch off the light.
I did not listen to her as I was too busy with my mauling and kissing her body but she reached the switch and put off all the lights. I was lost so I didn’t care about anything; I opened her short and found some hair on her pussy which smelt great.
I started licking her and she was shocked because of this amazing feeling and couldn’t stand my touches on her clit.
I took out my creamed penis instead and found out that she was a prize as she was a virgin. I impaled her slowly and she was in tears and in pain although she was cooperating for better insertion.
I reached the end of my shaft which stands at 4 inches and started the to and fro motion.
I am no Sisy but this time I lost it in seconds when a flash came in front of me about my wife wearing her tank top and shorts and standing in lobby of this hotel waiting for a taxi alone with two porters holding her stuff standing both side of her.
She was wearing all her jewelleries in ears, neck, nose, back, ankles and fingers and was wearing big goggles with her hair in a very stylish fashion.
I came and she held me tight not allowing me to take out my penis.
Her breath slowly got steady and she opened her eyes, I could see her eyes now from close because our eyes adjusted to dark. For this act, she was not guilty; she was ravishing, taking full realization of this feeling and just living this pure emotion.
She is now what a real women is, understands her needs and desire. While our session was over my feeling was of doubt and confusion about the flash which came in front and why I came instantly after the flash.
I was sleeping on the bed while she got up and cleaned and went to bathroom. She came back in salwar-suit and slept next to me.
I switched on the lights and asked why she changed and she told these clothes are to wear outside and can’t be ruined while wearing at night.
I said yes and declared tomorrow is our shopping day again and this time we will buy you more clothes for every time of the day and night.
She protested and said why to waste money again, I told her I have to take you to US and you can’t wear sarees and salwar suite there.
She said ok. I also changed and after an hour I felt like having her again but stopped myself to not make her hurry up into things.
Next day when she got ready she wore her saree again and when I questioned, she said, I need more time.
I respected her feelings and gave her the time, but she said shopping is on and we went out. We went to biggest malls and brands and shopped her many things.
1st her wardrobe was filled with comfortable night gowns, next, she went to jean rack by herself and started selecting jeans for her and while the loose fitting and high on waist was available she chose the low wait, body hugging type.
Some of them were thin fabric type rather than jean fabric, of which she took a white and a pink one. Next rack when I saw was filled with ultra-low jeans and supper stretchy material, the model was wearing it which showed what they are selling.
The thin model was nowhere fitting inside that one, how Alia will fit only time will tell. Butterflies were back now in my stomach. We had a bus to catch to hill station
we had a lot of time to do whatever we want. Next destination was Top and Shirt racks and we started browsing, I was feeling like a boy left in the field of chocolates.
I started picking up tighter ones with stretchy material, then cotton tops, short shirts- tight of course and then we went to lingerie section, litmus test time – Now even I felt shy in going there as all girl sales women and ladies customers were present.
I stepped back and she went to the non-enclosed area of lingerie racks.
After 15 minutes she came back with a slip for payment which needed to be separately paid and then the items can be collected back from the racks.
I looked very nervous and she very shy, we both went ahead for payments and checked out. She said thanks and was very happy for my attention and love and not so much for the stuff she bought.
We learnt that there is a big Shrine nearby and went inside for prayers and came back to hotel for lunch and check out.
While checking out I got a call from my office telling I had to go back to US urgently and I was disappointed.
Also I have to leave my family and relatives and specially my newly wedded wife here. We rushed to our hometown and same day I took flight to US.
Alia was very supportive and understanding and never showed her real emotion of sadness but I knew better.
After reaching USA I was very busy with the work, in the meantime Alias’s visa was approved and I sent her ticket to US.
It was a big deal for everyone around her to let her travel so far alone but going back and picking her up was also difficult for me. She was sick for 3 days in anticipation of coming down here.
Everyone was at airport to leave her and she also cried like a baby. Somehow she kept her own and managed to sit in the flight. Now I was sick in anticipation and applied for leave and was granted without an issue.
To be continued…