So, it all started with a New York Date. Aditya and Divya (me) both got comfortable with each other after 3 months of our Situationship so far. We went on a date on our first Wednesday. Aditya wanted to actually surprise me with an amazing room with a Hudson River view in New York City, Downtown.
He was disappointed that he couldn’t get the room for our first date. Instead, we started our fantabulous date in the Hyatt with Times Square View. You know all about the magical day in New York from my A New York Datestory.
It was my turn to surprise him this time. We planned to spend a whole Wednesday again. This was our 3rd date in New York City besides the other ones. We both took off from our work and started early from our homes.
To surprise him, I booked a river view room, which we couldn’t get on our first date at Conrad. We reached the Hudson River border and took a ferry to New York. After reaching NY, he was asking me which route we were taking and which subway we should get on. He was paranoid about my GPS skills.
My Navigating track record was bad with him. He still taunts me about it. I was holding my phone with maps on, and took him for a walk after we got off the Ferry. Conrad was right next to the Ferry terminal. With my super GPS navigating skills, I took him around the building.
It was December, and a very windy day. And we finally entered the reception. We got a good, decent room with a Hudson River view and a NJ view. After our so-so room dates, now I know him to a good extent. I understand him very well, even though he doesn’t communicate most of it.
Still, I could get him now, so now I know what he likes to see me in and how he likes our dates to be. I planned the day accordingly. After reaching the room, I told him I had a small surprise. I wore a blue, delicate saree with a normal gold chain.
In one of our conversations, he told me that he would prefer a traditional plain saree to sexy lingerie on me. I am still a newbie at putting on a saree perfectly. Until now, I have never worn a saree besides my marriage. Now, for this man, I have learnt how to carry a saree with ease.
He was sitting on the bed. And I stood in front of him, standing against the wall. I was showing off my saree. He liked what he saw in front of him. He pulled me closer to him, still sitting on the bed. He put his face and hugged me, and he started to adjust my pleats near my stomach.
He said, “That’s not the way you tie a saree,” and he pushed it a bit down. So, my waist is visible in a sexy way, and he put both his hands on my love handles and squeezed them. I realised that it is one of my weakest spots in my body besides the neck kisses. I couldn’t control the moans.
By default, no Indian girl can resist her favourite man adjusting her saree and pulling her closer. It is my favourite touch when he hugs me with his face on my chest, putting his hands around my waist. He pulled me closer again and started to lick my navel.
I started my moans as usual. And he got up from the bed and pulled me towards the mirror. It was a full-size mirror. And he made me stand facing the mirror, and I am leaning against the table. He came closer to me and hugged me again and sucked my lips.
He smooched me with his soft, passionate kiss, and then the kisses moved to my neck, with his beard touching my neck. All the wetness started to flow to my pussy. By now, he started to suck my neck, and slowly he removed my saree pin. It just dropped, making the top part of my boobs visible.
He kissed me on the boobs with my blouse still on. He turned me around and kissed my back, removing my blouse hooks. He did not remove my blouse, just the hooks, and my hair is loose, covering my bra hooks. He turned me front and bent down, kneeling in front of me.
Kissing my navel again and removing my pleats slowly. My bangles are making all kinds of sounds, touching his hair, begging him to stop. He likes the bangles’ sounds. He took my petticoat and put it on him; now he is inside my petti, kneeling before me, all naked. He whispered to look at the mirror.
He went inside my petticoat, removed my underwear, and started to put his lips on my pussy. He started to lick it and kiss it, he bit me a little, my wild man. My hands are running through his hair. My bangles are making sounds, telling how good he is making me feel down there.
It was a pretty view in the mirror, with my moans. He got up, pushed me onto the bed, and removed my blouse, bra and petticoat. He lay on top of me, kissing me everywhere like I was his property, locking my hands, and I liked it. He took his hard dick and rubbed it on me, teasing me.
I was begging him to put it inside after all the intense foreplay he had done. I couldn’t control it. He was just rubbing the tip against my pussy, and he was watching my moans and facial expressions. He was provoking me still. I couldn’t take it and pushed him down at once and went on top of him.
I am putting his dick inside me, and I am riding him now passionately. We both like to talk while doing it. While I was still riding him, he told me it would be sexy if I wore a mangalsutra while riding him. He likes to see the chains dangling on my chest.
At the same time, he was still inside me. He proposed an idea. He told me that we should both spend 3 days and 3 nights together, cuddling, and having sex the entire night and lie next to each other after we cum. Just the two of us, the entire 3 nights in bed. It was an impossible fantasy.
We usually spend the daytime. We could rarely get a chance when we both got off from our work. If we did, we always had an amazing day, spending the entire day in bed doing different kinds of kinky things, amazing foreplay and sex. After we finish, we hardly have any time left to rest on the bed.
We rush to the bathroom, take a shower together, get dressed and leave for our respective homes. I was always nagging him, even though I knew we couldn’t spend the nights. It was a fantasy thought for me. I always crave for his PDA’s. I like to cuddle him after he and I have an orgasm.
Now my guy was proposing this thought to spend the entire 3 nights with me. I am in Cloud9. My instant reaction was yes, not knowing what the plan was, and if it was even possible. I warned him not to do a prank on me. He said he was serious about it, and soon he will make it possible.
Irrespective of whether it will happen or not, I was happy that he proposed that thought to me. That he likes to spend some days alone with me, I always hoped he would like my company. I always sleep alone in my marriage, all alone on my bed, craving for a small caring hug and touch, for years together.
He knows how much I miss those small emotions in my married life. I am lucky to find a guy like him. He likes to give me those small little happinesses in the world with the tiniest possible time available. We had a good finish that day in Conrad. We both got ready for our dinner.
I had it planned too, in a Michelin-star restaurant, Junoon. During dinner, He explained to me his plan. He said he had a work-related conference in Minneapolis. And he will be going there for 4days and 4 nights. So, he asked me if I could join him.
So, if not a day, we can at least spend the nights together. It was a good idea. Now I need to keep a story ready for me to leave there. I had some friends in the city, so I told my parents that I was going to meet them. The other week, he got his itinerary for the conference.
He found out that 2 days are enough to be in the city, and he has another 2 days of free time. He suggested one more good idea. Why don’t we go to Vegas for 2 days? My heart skipped a beat. Yay Vegas Baby! So we started to plan our itinerary.
One day, just a week before our trip, we met for a morning walk and sat in our car. We booked our flights to Minneapolis, and then to Vegas from there, so a total of 4 nights are planned. His office booked his hotel in Minneapolis, so I booked a suite room in the same hotel.
It was Downtown and within walking distance for him to his office. After booking the flight tickets, we booked our hotel in Vegas, the Aria. We got a corner view room, hoping to have an amazing view of the Vegas Strip walk.
I liked this idea of spending time with him alone in a faraway city as a free bird.
No restrictions, just him and me, no time constraints. I am super excited that I have all this time to spend with him, with no rush. I decided to surprise him with something he likes, to appreciate his idea for the trip. This is the first night we will spend together, so I decided to surprise him as a first-night bride.
One day, randomly, he shared with me some romantic reels with brides in white sarees and said it looked sexy. I wanted to show him we could do better than those brides. I planned to surprise him like a newlywed bride. I spent a whole weekend gathering all the items I needed to carry for my travel.
I bought the mangalsutra, bangles, anklets, and hip chains. Just missing the Jasmine flowers. The day has come, and we have planned the itinerary. He would travel there first, and I would follow the next day. It was freezing that day in Minneapolis, and I landed in the evening.
Aditya mentioned he had a team dinner, so he might wrap things up fast and come early to the room. The plane has landed in Minneapolis. I got a message from him saying I am waiting at the airport. He took an Uber and came to receive me in that horrible weather, leaving his team Dinner.
It felt so special. This is why I like him. He is a very considerate person. He even remembers tiny details. He gives very sweet surprises like this. There is no need to explain to him how to behave or how u need to be taken care of. He does it before you tell him.
He can sense how a woman can feel and what kind of emotions they is going through. Some guys are born naturally like that. Some can never understand, even when we explain how hurt we are by their actions, like my husband. I used to feel jealous most of the time.
I tell him that his wife is lucky to have a Gentleman like him. He knows exactly how a woman needs to be taken care of. He is a dream of every woman, I saw how focused and attentive he is to his family, maybe that is why I like him so much as a friend.
I have told him a million times so far that I wish I had a husband like him. A day passes with him with calmness and peace, which has become so rare in my marriage. He doesn’t trigger a fight, nor has he ever seen him hurt anyone with his words.
He is a friendly, charming, compassionate person who makes his surroundings alive. He is sometimes similar to me when with friends, so he has a good sense of humour. He is a good listener for my talkative mouth. My husband complains that I talk too much. He is not a good listener either.
But Aditya likes it when I talk. he even doesn’t switch on music in his car when I am there, he lets me blabber whatever comes to mind. He listens to me with a lot of patience, trust me, having a chatterbox like me as a friend is not easy at this point. Not sure about him, I feel we are the best combination.
Either as friends or as sex partners, we make a good team, and we fire each other up well. I used to dream and fantasise that if I had a husband like Aditya, my life would be normal by now. I would be the happiest wife on earth, with a sense of calmness in my heart.
I would have been myself, and my energy and happiness would have been at their peak. My life and his would have been brightened, and we would have been an ideal couple. I am not sure when the last time I felt happy from inside, and I had that peace in my body.
A smile on my face is all fake until now, not sure when the last time I smiled wholeheartedly was. We are both givers in our respective marriages. We don’t know how to say no, even when we do. There is no point in putting out your opinions when they end up in fights anyway.
So we used to keep our opinions to ourselves most of the time. We did not have much to express in our marriages. Never were our opinions respected. So, we were going with the flow to keep the peace at home, not sure how long a person can live like some other person taking up rent in your own body.
It’s not you. One day, I wish I could be myself and live my life on my own terms. Maybe the same poles attracted to each other this time, that’s why I am attracted to him. I always feel that we are the same kind of people. Never know how to dominate, modest. And a submissive.
Maybe we both needed that space and freedom to be ourselves and do whatever we want, even for just one day. If it works, that is more than enough. I especially needed that calmness and comfort that I get from him. I am not sure about him. He doesn’t express much about it emotionally to me.
But I like spending time with him. This trip will be a comfort and an emotional break for both of us to be ourselves, at least for 4 days. Aditya was waiting for me at the baggage claim. I hugged him. We booked an Uber and left for the hotel.
On the way, we both realised we had not bought our plan B pill, and stopped at a pharmacy. It was closed due to our bad luck, the roads were all snowed in and slippery, and it was late at night. We both did not have dinner and were feeling hungry, but still excited to spend our first night together.
We walked to the hotel and checked into my suite. The room was quite big; it had a big living room and a cosy little bedroom. I hugged him tight and kissed him, and I told him this is our home for the coming days, and I am happy we get to spend time with each other as husband and wife at peace.
He was considerate to ask me if I am tired, I said no, I am not, I am excited to start our night. I told him to sit in the living room and wait for me, as I have a surprise planned for him. I took the white plain saree and got ready just like a first-night bride.
With a red bindi on my forehead, mangalsutra, anklets, and a thin hip chain. Lots of white bangles. I left my hair open. Wore a sleeveless blouse. I opened the door and asked him to come inside now. He was surprised to see me in a saree, that too in white. I can see it in his eyes that he liked me.
He liked my surprising him by getting ready like that, even after a long journey. I told him I wanted to be a first-night bride for him. I don’t know what a traditional first night feels like. He said, “I’ll show you what a first night is for you.”
He lifted me and took me to the bedroom and put me on the bed. It was my favourite feeling. He removed his T-shirt and pants. And slowly came to mind to remove my saree pallu. My sleevless bra was tight, and my boobs were coming out of it.
I was adjusting it, and he said, “Don’t do that. It is supposed to come out like that, craving for me.” He kissed my boobs and pulled them out to take my nipples inside his mouth. He started to look at me while he was sucking me and rotating his tongue on my nipples.
Oh god, his eyes look so pretty when he is looking at me while doing this. Now he slowly went down. He started kissing me from my feet and slowly came up to my thighs. He removed my saree completely now, with just a petticoat on. He lifted my petticoat and slowly removed my panties.
He spread my legs. He started to kiss my pussy lips, and slowly pushed his tongue inside and started to move around and lick it like all his hunger was activated. The feeling was so good, I was squeezing the bed and pillows, and my moaning was out of control.
He was licking and kissing my pussy lips at the same time, and then kissing my inner thighs. He came up to my waist and started to kiss it and squeeze it slowly, and he licked my navel for some time. It was all butterflies in my body. And he removed my bra and started to eat both of my nipples now.
Ever since he removed my bra on our first date without asking my permission, he has been sentenced and punished to remove my bra every time we are intimate. Foreplay he does can make you go crazy. By now, I am all wet in my pussy, ready to be fucked.
Slowly, he flipped me back, and he lifted my petticoat. I was a bit scared at this point, because we never discussed about anal. I was a bit tense and asked him what he was up to. He told me not to worry; he is not going to do anything without my consent.
He removed my petticoat, now that I am fully naked. He lay on top of me and kissed me on my back, and squeezed a little on my ass. I am a chubby woman with all my assets being a little plump, making it easy for him to grab. He was doing all the work.
He wanted to give me an amazing first night experience, slow and smooth, not entering in a rush. He lay next to me, and I hugged him from the side. My breasts touch his chest, my left hand under his head. I started to massage his balls with my right hand.
He was touching himself, making his dick hard. This is our comfort pose. Now he turned towards me, making me lie flat, and spread my legs, slowly putting his fingers inside my pussy. He was slowly moving his fingers near my clitoris and moving around, massaging my pussy.
It was a hot feeling; he did it like that for some time until I orgasmed with a scream. When I am at the peak of orgasm, I tend to squeeze the pillow or the bed or hold the headboard. But he gets angry if I do that, he likes to show that intense feeling on his skin, not the bed.
I like to hold him tight now whenever I orgasm, sometimes scratching him with my nails. He slowly started to come on top of me and started to rub his dick on my pussy, teasing me as usual. I am asking him to fuck me. He says no, we still have the entire night for us.
He slowly has his face buried in my neck, hugging me closer. He started to kiss my neck; he knows my weak spots by now, LOL. He started to kiss my face and bit me on my cheeks with passion, his hands under my head, and his dick went inside my wet pussy.
His hands are squeezing my ass under me. He started to fuck me in missionary position, in and out. Rather than calling it a fuck, I like to say “making love”, it was so pure and passionate that day, everything went so slow and smooth. He was making love to me that night, it was our first night.
We did it before in the daytime; technically, the first time at night makes it a First Night. I love to see him on top of me, I get to have a closer hug to my other favourite thing. He was so hard and deep inside me that I was getting close to an orgasm.
I asked him if its ok if I cum, he wanted the same, he did not want to cum yet, because we still have time. I cum with a big orgasm, squeezing his back tight and scratching him a little on the back. My legs are wrapped around his waist now.
My hands around his shoulders, holding him tight, not letting him go. He continues to fuck me. I enjoyed it. I came again. Now I let him go, unwrapped my legs around him, as he wanted to use the washroom. I had to go to the washroom to clean myself, too.
I looked at myself in the mirror, the bite on my face was clearly visible, and it turned Red, one on my neck and my shoulders. I love to have hickeys from him. Sometimes I even ask him to give me one.to claim his property, and to remember him until our next session.
By now, we had come back to bed, and fully naked, he spooned me. We took a little break, as we both are tired and hungry. We both did not know when we slept, but we did have a nap, hugging each other.