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Hi, I am lavatory. This chronicle is about me and my married woman and our newly married life and the journeying ahead. My wife 's epithet is Alia. Let me start from very beginning. I belong to a buttoned-down family support in Bangladesh, it is a very conservative state and my parents are very spiritual.

I did my engine room and was working for an IT troupe which after 2 years transferred me to USA. I liked USA so I settled there. I liked many things like culture, exemption, Open mindedness, Living standards, and importance of enjoying lifetime rather than always being in rat race and most importantly money was what attracted me to the highest degree. I saved so much that all my menage'debts and loans were repaid and I built a good mansion for my family back in Bangla Desh.

After working for another 4 years I got salutary identification and promotion and I became close to my American language foreman who supported me a lot. I was well settled now financially as I saved a lot while leading a good bachelor life sentence.

My family on the former hand was now started stressing me for spousal relationship and were very apprehensive thinking if I got married to a foreigner girl who will be far away from their civilization and discernment.

fountainhead 1 Sir Thomas More year passed and I turned 30 and was to revert to People's Republic of Bangladesh for holidays. I also thought that now is the veracious time to settle down in lifetime. fountainhead as I reached home where my parents and relatives gave me a plethora of pick to choose from many topical anesthetic female child and ample of pic to face at.

Spending so many class in U.S., I also felt it a bit weird now although I am aware of the tradition. I felt shy talking about it in front end of my parents about which girl to opt. All were educated, some at local colleges and some from John Roy Major universities of Bangla Desh.

My parents knowingly selected girls who were traditional and materialistic to take care at, though we have ample of very modern, cleaning lady centric, convent educated way savvy girls but my parents ca n't even dream of some daughter wearing a jeans and top standing next to me.

I thought let 's do it and select few after which I will go to their family with my family to meet, see and sleep with the girl and her family. It 's a big social function for Bangladeshi. So the hunt starts.

I went and did n'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 beginning ( who knows, I was also being rejected by earlier one 's ) but after sometime I was beginning to feel a bit of positiveness but still unsure. She was a bit tall though, around 5'6 '', which is undecomposed because I am 5'11 '' myself.

She was wearing a very unconstipated and button-down dress called Salwar-Suit which was of loose fitting ( tight clothes in Bangladesh is not normal ). Her hair was around her depressed costa, very thick mane of black.

She was fair, her eye were big and hazel, her nose was pointy and her overall personality was very inexperienced person kind. She was very shy as all miss are here- at least on the day when they are being seen as potential bride.

She was not thin and ca n't be called fat too, somewhere in very right frame. She was studying in topical anesthetic college. Her mom said she is very safe in cookery and early homely works.

She also said she is unspoilt in studies and singing and arts. My parents were also got very matter to, more so when they saw me giving some plus gesture to their talks. They started showing me their folk album which was filled with her images from last 5 years.

She also had a immature babe of around 2 years. They both were wearing Same case of garb in all the moving-picture show and on all the occasion ( even their school & college uniform were the Saami dress ).

I being a IT person settled in strange was a valuable entity in the field of match fashioning and they were fix to render some dowry ( though they were not that well-off ) which my sire asked, but I completely rejected the Lapp and said I will marry only on stipulation of no dowry what so ever.

I saw the girl eyes lit up and at that mo I thought I made a 100 % mind of marrying her.
We got alone time to talk which I accepted 1st clip and asked about her ilk and dislikes, she was very even Bangladeshi fille without any extra ordinary bicycle expectations and the like. She did n't ask me anything, she was very shy. She talked about her theatre and her sister and fellowship, seemed like she and her sister were very close.

I also asked her if she had any special friend ( has to be discreet here to head off being noisome ) and she gave a minor jape 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 fourth dimension was up and we left.

After seeing few more girls I told to my parents enough. They pushed me and one day in the hotness of moment I said okey to marry the Lapp girl. Her name is Alia. So the dates were decided for employment and we met at our house and exchanged ring in presence of our congeneric.

I was well-chosen that I satisfied my parents but was very distressed that I was still unsated because I wanted my partner to be forward-looking, free thinking spirit like me and up to my standards. That 's Life.

I returned back to USA and gave this intelligence to everyone around me. One day while having a weekend company I told my friend about my doubtfulness about marriage and pardner.

He was from Golden State. He told me adult female are very sensitive and flaccid and family relationship with married man evolve them to be better in life and many times they find something inside that they never thought existed.

You need to be just thoroughly husband. It really lifted my esprit de corps and I started thinking about telling her to go more presentable, so that I can face my friends with her and discover a bit English people so that she can speak without embarrassing me.

Learning about my wedlock, my boss offered me a foresightful parting, more than I applied for ( he saw some syllabus about big fat Bangladeshi marriage ceremony and thought it 's the Same kind of affair and got very excite talking about it, do n't know why ? ). I gave him the invitation card and he was very grateful for that.

okey 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 surefooted that I will deal with everything what life story has to throw at me. 3 months after my engagement I got married, it was a very crowded affair with all the feel of Bangladeshi wedding minus the big & fat portion.

She looked beautiful in bride 's getup and 1st prison term 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 solar day of non-stop traditional ceremonies to get conjoin 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 frontal bone and hands. Lip kiss in People's Republic of Bangladesh is as close to 3rdbase so we thought let it simmer. After 3 more daytime of endless traditional practices we found our peace and clock time to unbend ( Whooooo ! man and wife in Bangladesh never come slowly ). I also started preparing papers for her Visa covering.

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 ( sort of temporary Bangladeshi tattoo applied to get hitched with woman ), her ears and nose were pierced and were having fortunate jewellery on them, her cervix was having a golden Sir Ernst Boris Chain and locket with smuggled bead, her rachis was donning a halcyon thin chain, her ankles was having silver anklets and her metrical unit digit were having tintinnabulation.

The sari was silky red and black-market and she looked very gorgeous. I got take aback to see her like that and her eyes and grin took my heart. I called her and told her that I love the way she looks and told her to never conduct out these jewellery away, I want to see her wear them every individual day.

My mom and dad and were very well-chosen as they got an ideal daughter in law.

It was the day we left for our so called honeymoon. I asked her do you signify to wear sarees all through the trip and she said yes without thinking practically about my question.

I lived in America for so farseeing, I studied in applied science 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 put on saree even in that atmospheric condition.

She said yes without blinking an eye. I thought to myself - forbearance is the key.

We were booked in a 3 - sensation hotel in the mettle of city. We reached hotel and relaxed with tub and food in the afternoon and went for shopping in the eve. I took her to mall and ordered her to sponsor for herself some clothes to use in this trip, and like well programmed software system she started executing and instinctively entered a saree showroom.

I caught her hand and laughed at her with lovemaking realizing the innocence and asked her to observe me.

I searched for a occasional wear store and took her to a Lady section. She was now appalled and was looking very tensed and said she has never wore such a thing and she will be very hangdog 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 point.

I took her in my arms and kissed her forehead. I said she is beautiful, innocent, respectable, and dependable from within and no affair what she wears will not exchange any of this.

I also said that she is my wife and if I do n't have any problem then what is her problem. I urged her to give her heart to the world and look beyond conservative thinking and be practical, wearing a saree on a hot day is so deuced uncomfortable when you have so much outdoor activeness to do outside.

She suddenly realized she is in public office and she tried to go away from me and looked here and there. Though there were the great unwashed but they were not even paying attention at all and busy with themselves.

She suddenly had a thinking typeface and suddenly looked like a light went off in her brain. She looked at me and said ok and said she agrees on what I said.

I was very felicitous 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 arm cotton plant with V neck opening.

She was not saying anything and I just took it without too much worrying about size of it because I thought I got it. We then moved to jeans and I purchased a low waste product eccentric number hugging jean and skin crocked leggings of stretchy material.

I took this opportunity to buy a jean myopic 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 ca n't stick out with me while billing for these items as biller will believe otherwise of me.

I said, dear ! You are my married woman and we are lawfully get hitched with couple, anything matter you do with me and with my permission are fully acceptable. You stop worrying and originate living.

Ca n't you be just happy for yourself ? You have bought your 1st pair of blue jean today at the age of 28.

She stood with me bravely and the man at the heel 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 butterfly stroke in her stomach.

I order us some early dinner as a way servicing and said to me married woman to show me the leverage. She said why ? As if I asked her to cut her fingers and serve me in a plate.

I told her I bought these token 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 arguing and went to the bathroom to shift.

After 5 minutes she called back and said she was sorry, the size 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 former please be hard-nosed. She said okeh and opened the door.

My eyes fell from my socket and my mouth remained open so a great deal 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 behaviour. When she came out, I was fully confirmed that I married a bombshell. She wore a yellow t shirt and blue jean and my god ! ! I took the right size of it, now I know her size of it, she was at that time around 36DD.

I said to her she is my queen and she is the most beautiful lady friend I have ever seen.

She got filled with joy and also started blushing. Now let me distinguish, she wore the top which was very mingy and her bosom were standing tall in them, it was coming out of her pectus like a rocket but they had just enough swing to them.

Her top stopped at her belly button and her dungaree started 3 inch below her belly button where her creamy Edward D. White color was seeable, probably never saw any light.

Her jean fabric was stretchy and cut and hugged her like a glove.

I step back and saw the gem again and got mesmerized again, this clip 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 toothsome womanhood as if directly coming from those hip hop videos. There was a frame 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 agitate 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 nipple got hard. I took her hand to bed and made her sit down and said wait, went inside the bath for taking a gel to cut clash because of her 1st time ( well advised ) and started removing apparel to put emollient on my beam.

And it happened, doorbell rang and our nutrient came. I could n't go out with a big hard on and cream all over my penis, so I asked Alia to take the food for thought, she did not reply, she kind of froze and the Alexander Melville Bell rang again.

I asked her love do n't be shy, this is your run because you will wear this from tomorrow anyhow. She said no and said that she thought we are going to switch for the sizes. I said you are looking absolutely bang-up and there is nothing wrong with your clothes.

Go ahead.

She started and slowly moved to the room access and opened it with her head peaking out only to experience the food she thought would be a minor tray but it was Wheeler and with lots of dish aerial and servings.

This made her to open the room access fully and plough back towards the bed and block and turned again to present the man.

This gave him sizeable metre to gawk and think. His optic looked bigger than other and a slimy smile on his typeface 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 register that she cared LE and was looking at food. In the interim my erection was a kind of down and I wore my apparel 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 jounce by seeing this guy gawking at my newly married married woman and I saw that her teat 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 consume cum immediately.

When he felt my bearing he did his clobber and turned to take my signature tune on the bill but I do n't have it off why I told him to engage signature from my married woman.

She stood there and he approached her and got to a hand space. She signed ASAP and handed him the book. He smiled and said thank you and started leaving.

After the doorway 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 delight while he was here because of my dress and that it was a very stupid musical theme of her to garb 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 thawing.

I told her that anyone can remember whatever they want to. It's none of our concern and she should not be much close minded.
This is a innocent country, and anyone can assume anything thing they want. Until and unless it offends anyone.

Be strong, be feminine but be bold, this is your consistency and you are the owner and should do what you feel like and should never be bothered about others opinions.

Her eye were dry, she was smiling, and she took my hand while sitting and kissed it and put it near her doll lovingly. She said she is blessed to have a supporting husband and also said she will always prevent 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 prison term without bra because her old bra is leaving bad impression on her top.

She got obstruct but did not say anything and went into the john ; she looked back and told I do n't make any good unmentionable.

I said we will shop at for it tomorrow. She closed the door and came out in only a instant but did not come out fully and was hiding behind the room access.

I went up from bed to bathroom door to see why. She wore her pink tank top and humble shorts and I think without any bra and panties. I thought this is the right stuff to deliver 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 don whatever I like, even you ca n't terminate me and laughed while I got harder every fourth dimension 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 wide-cut of beloved and looked like she wanted to experience what sex is.

I could n't wait and took her top off and she asked me to shift off the lighting.
I did not mind to her as I was too busy with my mauling and kissing her eubstance but she reached the switch and put off all the lights. I was lost so I didn't concern 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 astonishing feeling and could n't stand my touches on her clit.

I took out my clobber penis instead and found out that she was a prize as she was a Virgin. I impaled her slowly and she was in split and in pain in the ass although she was cooperating for sound insertion.

I reached the end of my shaft which stands at 4 inch and started the to and fro apparent motion.

I am no Sisy but this fourth dimension I lost it in seconds when a flash came in presence of me about my married woman wearing her tank top and short pants and standing in lobby of this hotel waiting for a hack alone with two porters holding her stuff standing both side of her.

She was wearing all her jewelleries in ears, cervix, nose, back, ankle joint and digit and was wearing big goggles with her pilus in a very stylish fashion.

I came and she held me tight not allowing me to involve out my phallus.

Her breath slowly got becalm and she opened her optic, I could see her eyes now from close because our eyes adjusted to dark. For this act, she was not hangdog ; she was ravishing, taking full realization of this feeling and just living this sodding emotion.

She is now what a real women is, understands her pauperism and desire. While our session was over my feeling was of doubt and confusedness about the flashgun which came in front end 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 future to me.

I switched on the lights and asked why she changed and she told these clothes are to tire outside and ca n't be ruined while wearing at nighttime.

I said yes and stated tomorrow is our shopping day again and this time we will buy you more than dress for every metre of the day and night.

She protested and said why to rot money again, I told her I have to take you to US and you ca n't wear sari and shalwar cortege there.

She said ok. I also changed and after an hour I felt like having her again but stopped myself to not realize her rush up into thing.

Next day when she got prepare she wore her sari 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 grown malls and brands and shopped her many things.

1st her wardrobe was filled with well-to-do night gowns, side by side, she went to jean rack by herself and started selecting jeans for her and while the loose fitting and high on waist was uncommitted she chose the low time lag, soundbox hugging character.

Some of them were thin fabric type rather than jean fabric, of which she took a white and a pinko one. adjacent rack when I saw was filled with ultra-low jeans and supper stretchy fabric, 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 tummy. We had a bus to enamour to hill station

we had a lot of time to do whatever we want. adjacent destination was Top and Shirt wheel and we started browsing, I was feeling like a boy leftfield in the field of chocolates.

I started picking up tight I with stretchable material, then cotton plant tops, short shirts- tight of track and then we went to lingerie section, litmus trial clip - Now even I felt shy in going there as all girl gross revenue cleaning lady and noblewoman customers were present.

I stepped back and she went to the non-enclosed field of lingerie racks.
After 15 minutes she came back with a slip for payment which needed to be separately paid and then the point 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 lovemaking and not so a lot 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 contain out.

While checking out I got a call option from my agency singing I had to go back to US urgently and I was disappointed.
Also I have to leave my menage and congeneric 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 see and never showed her material emotion of unhappiness 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 cast for 3 days in expectation 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 prevision and applied for leave and was granted without an subject.

To be continued ...