government note : hullo this is based on True Story. I have changed some facts and names of multitude, have added some excess heating so the readers enjoy. There might be grammatical errors please forgive and enjoy the story. I have written it in 3 parts. This is the buildup
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Hi, I am John the Evangelist. 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 cautious family keep in Bangladesh, it is a very bourgeois state and my parents are very religious.

I did my engineering science and was working for an IT company which after 2 twelvemonth transferred me to USA. I liked USA so I settled there. I liked many affair like culture, freedom, Open mindedness, Living touchstone, and importance of enjoying life story rather than always being in rat raceway and most importantly money was what attracted me to the highest degree. I saved so a good deal that all my family'debts and loans were repaid and I built a good household for my mob back in People's Republic of Bangladesh.

After working for another 4 long time I got in effect acknowledgment and publicity and I became close to my American English Boss who supported me a lot. I was well settled now financially as I saved a lot while leading a trade good bachelor life.

My family on the other hand was now started stressing me for matrimony and were very worried thinking if I got married to a outlander girl who will be far away from their finish and understandings.

fountainhead 1 more class passed and I turned 30 and was to give back to Bangladesh for holidays. I also thought that now is the proper clock time to decide down in life. Well as I reached dwelling house where my parents and congener gave me a plethora of choice to prefer from many local little girl 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 custom. I felt shy talking about it in presence of my parents about which girl to pick out. All were educated, some at local colleges and some from major universities of East Pakistan.

My parents knowingly selected little girl who were traditional and conservative to look at, though we have ample of very modern, women centric, convent educated mode savvy female child but my parents ca n't even dream of some young woman wearing a dungaree and top standing next to me.

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

I went and did n't happen any to my liking but then I met a girlfriend. When I 1st saw her I thought- here we go again, the sore procedure of rejection starts ( who knows, I was also being rejected by earliest one 's ) but after sometime I was beginning to sense a bit of positivity but still unsure. She was a bit magniloquent 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 liberal fitting ( tight dress in Bangladesh is not rule ). Her hair's-breadth was around her lower costa, very slurred mane of grim.

She was reasonable, her eyes were big and hazel, her nozzle was pointy and her overall personality was very innocent kind. She was very shy as all young woman 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 inning. She was studying in local college. Her mom said she is very good in preparation and other homely works.

She also said she is good in bailiwick and singing and arts. My parents were also got very worry, more so when they saw me giving some positive gesture to their talks. They started showing me their category album which was filled with her mental image from shoemaker's last 5 eld.

She also had a younger Sister of around 2 years. They both were wearing same character of garb 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 strange was a valuable entity in the field of match making and they were set to give some dowry ( though they were not that well-off ) which my father asked, but I completely rejected the Lapp and said I will wed only on experimental condition of no dowery what so ever.

I saw the girl eyes lit up and at that import I thought I made a 100 % creative thinker of marrying her.
We got alone fourth dimension to talk which I accepted 1st time and asked about her likes and dislikes, she was very regular Bangladeshi young woman without any extra ordinary prospect and likes. She did n't ask me anything, she was very shy. She talked about her home and her Sister and phratry, seemed like she and her baby were very close.

I also asked her if she had any special supporter ( has to be discreet here to fend off being vile ) 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 boy. Our time was up and we left.

After seeing few Thomas More girls I told to my parents enough. They pushed me and one day in the high temperature of moment I said OK to tie the Saame daughter. Her name is Alia. So the engagement were decided for engagement and we met at our house and exchanged ring in bearing of our relatives.

I was happy that I satisfied my parents but was very unhappy that I was still restless because I wanted my spouse to be modern, free thinking spirit like me and up to my standards. That 's sprightliness.

I returned back to USA and gave this word to everyone around me. One day while having a weekend political party I told my ally about my doubtfulness about marriage and partner.

He was from Golden State. He told me cleaning woman are very spiritualist and piano and relationship with hubby evolve them to be better in life-time and many multiplication they find something inside that they never thought existed.

You need to be just good hubby. It really lifted my morale and I started thinking about telling her to become more presentable, so that I can look my Quaker with her and con a bit English so that she can speak without embarrassing me.

Learning about my marriage, my genus Bos offered me a yearn farewell, Sir Thomas More than I applied for ( he saw some programme about big fat Bangladeshi wedding and thought it 's the same kind of affair and got very excited talking about it, do n't cognize why ? ). I gave him the invitation card and he was very grateful for that.

OK so I was off to East Pakistan and was about to be married to a girl I met once but now I was happy because I was positive that I will plow with everything what liveliness has to cast at me. 3 months after my betrothal I got married, it was a very crowded affair with all the flavors of Bangladeshi wedding minus the big & fat voice.

She looked beautiful in bride 's outfit and 1st fourth dimension 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 sidereal day of non-stop traditional ceremonial to get married and both were awfully tired, moreover ours was arranged so it slowly evolves into smut ( which has its own fun ).

We talked a lot ; I kissed her forehead and hands. Lip candy kiss in East Pakistan is as close to 3rdbase so we thought let it simmer. After 3 more than days of endless traditional drill we found our ataraxis and time to relax ( Whooooo ! wedlock in People's Republic of Bangladesh never come well-heeled ). I also started preparing theme for her Visa application.

One day in the good morning she was wearing a beautiful sari after taking a bathing tub, her hair was wet, her hired man were full of mehndi ( variety of irregular Bangladeshi tattoo applied to tie women ), her ear and olfactory organ were pierced and were having prosperous jewelry on them, her neck was having a golden chain and locket with nigrify astragal, her back was donning a golden thin chain, her ankles was having silver anklets and her feet fingerbreadth were having annulus.

The saree was silky red and Black person and she looked very gorgeous. I got shocked to see her like that and her eyes and smiling took my inwardness. I called her and told her that I love the way she looks and told her to never need out these jewellery away, I want to see her wear them every single day.

My mom and dad and were very felicitous as they got an nonsuch daughter in law.

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

I lived in America for so farsighted, 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 bathing tub 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 wearing apparel to use in this trip, and like well programmed software she started executing and instinctively entered a saree showroom.

I caught her hired man and laughed at her with love realizing the purity and asked her to follow me.

I searched for a casual wearing shop class and took her to a ladies discussion section. She was now shocked and was looking very tense and said she has never wore such a thing and she will be very shamed 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, good, 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 do n't have any problem then what is her trouble. I urged her to give her eyes to the world and look beyond conservativist intellection and be virtual, wearing a saree on a hot day is so damned uncomfortable when you have so a great deal outdoor activeness to do outside.

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

She suddenly had a cerebrate nerve and suddenly looked like a spark went off in her mental capacity. 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 cubicle 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 very much worrying about sizes because I thought I got it. We then moved to blue jean and I purchased a low waste case soma hugging denim and peel blotto leggings of stretchy stuff.

I took this chance to buy a denim short and storage 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 stand with me while billing for these items as biller will call up 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 life.

Ca n't you be just felicitous 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 and nonsense 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 belly.

I Holy Order us some early dinner as a room Robert William Service and said to me wife to render 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 detail for you and I want to see it fits or not otherwise the money and sentence will go to waste. She nodded yes to my parameter and went to the bathroom to change.

After 5 minutes she called back and said she was sorry, the size of it are wrong and our money and clock time got wasted. I told her let me see and she said plain no.

I said dear, I am your hubby and we need to be very close with each other please be practical. She said okay and opened the door.

My center fell from my socket and my mouth remained open so much that she waited for my comment but after hearing naught and only my stare. She felt bad and went inside again.

I again asked her to get out and said sorry for my demeanor. When she came out, I was fully confirmed that I married a bombshell. She wore a jaundiced 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 poof and she is the most beautiful girlfriend 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 pinhead 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 blue jean started 3 in below her belly push where her creamy bloodless vividness was visible, probably never saw any light.

Her blue jean material 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 genuine measurement that is now known is 36DD 28 38. She was like a well-endowed queen mole rat, a wide voluptuary woman as if directly coming from those hip hop videos. There was a image which was hidden all these years from the owner itself.

I hugged her and felt myself getting extremely toilsome and started kissing her all over and started pawing her ass and back. This made her very commove and she kissed me back but with shut mouth.

1st osculation. We go away from each other and I saw something pointing out of her top, her pap got hard. I took her deal to bed and made her sit down and said wait, went inside the bathroom for taking a gel to bring down friction because of her 1st metre ( well advised ) and started removing wearing apparel to put cream on my tool.

And it happened, doorbell rang and our solid food came. I could n't go out with a big hard on and lick all over my penis, so I asked Alia to direct the food, she did not reply, she kind of froze and the bell rang again.

I asked her dear do n'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 size of it. I said you are looking absolutely great and there is zilch unseasonable 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 minuscule tray but it was wheeler and with lots of stunner and servings.

This made her to open the door fully and turn back towards the bed and stay and turned again to present the man.

This gave him ample time to gawk and imagine. His eyes looked large than other and a slimy grinning on his aspect showed that he is judging Alia to be a bold and advanced girl.

He said madam can I swear out and she said okay. He took his meter and using his eye for multi-tasking.

Alia tried to show that she cared less and was looking at food. In the lag my erection was a kind of Down and I wore my wearing 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 galvanic shock by seeing this guy gawking at my newly married wife and I saw that her pap 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 own cum immediately.

When he felt my presence he did his stuff and turned to take my theme song on the flyer but I do n't know why I told him to hire key signature from my wife.

She stood there and he approached her and got to a helping hand distance. She signed ASAP and handed him the Bible. 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 frock and that it was a very stupefied idea of her to dress like that.

I lost my temper and said you are my married woman and you have done what I have told you, you mean I am dolt. She said she dint mean that. I saw her snag and felt my nerve 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 res publica, and anyone can wear anything affair they want. Until and unless it offends anyone.

Be strong, be womanly but be bold, this is your body and you are the possessor 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 handwriting while sitting and kissed it and put it near her chicks lovingly. She said she is blessed to deliver a endure hubby and also said she will always proceed this in mind and tried to comply it.

Then she stood up and served the food and we ate. After the nutrient, I asked her to try another top but this time without bra because her old bra is leaving bad printing on her top.

She got embarrassed but did not say anything and went into the bathroom ; she looked back and told I do n't suffer any good undergarment.

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 room access to see why. She wore her pink cooler top and belittled shorts and I think without any bra and pantie. I thought this is the right clobber to have on our 1st sex. I pounced on her and started smooching.

I asked how get along you wore this dress, I thought you will not, she said it 's my consistency and I can weary whatever I like, even you ca n't stop me and laughed while I got harder every clock time I touched her dope 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 wax of love 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 switch off the light.
I did not listen to her as I was too fussy with my mauling and kissing her torso 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 fuzz on her pussy which smelt peachy.

I started licking her and she was shocked because of this amazing feeling and could n't stand my touches on her clit.

I took out my lick member instead and found out that she was a plunder as she was a Virgo the Virgin. I impaled her slowly and she was in tears and in hurting although she was cooperating for better insertion.

I reached the end of my beam of light which stands at 4 in and started the to and fro movement.

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 armoured combat vehicle top and shorts and standing in lobby of this hotel waiting for a hack alone with two door guard holding her poppycock standing both slope of her.

She was wearing all her jewelry in spike, neck, nose, back, ankles and finger and was wearing big goggles with her hair in a very stylish style.

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

Her breath slowly got steady and she opened her eyes, I could see her oculus now from close because our eyes adjusted to dark. For this act, she was not guilty ; she was ravishing, taking broad realization of this feeling and just living this pure emotion.

She is now what a real woman is, understands her pauperization and desire. While our session was over my feeling was of doubt and confusion about the instant which came in front and why I came instantly after the flare.

I was sleeping on the bed while she got up and cleaned and went to bathroom. She came back in salwar-suit and slept succeeding to me.

I switched on the Christ Within and asked why she changed and she told these apparel are to break outside and ca n't be ruined while wearing at dark.

I said yes and declared tomorrow is our shopping day again and this time we will buy you more clothes for every prison term 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 ca n't outwear sarees and shalwar rooms there.

She said ok. I also changed and after an hour I felt like having her again but stopped myself to not produce her hurry up into things.

Next day when she got ready she wore her sari again and when I questioned, she said, I need more than prison term.

I respected her feelings and gave her the time, but she said shopping is on and we went out. We went to biggest mall 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 release fitting and eminent on waist was uncommitted she chose the low waiting, consistency hugging case.

Some of them were thin cloth case rather than denim fabric, of which she took a Patrick Victor Martindale White and a pinko one. adjacent rack when I saw was filled with ultra-low blue jean and supper stretchy textile, the model was wearing it which showed what they are selling.

The reduce model was nowhere fitting inside that one, how Alia will fit sole clock time will tell. Butterflies were back now in my stomach. We had a bus to catch to hill station

we had a lot of sentence to do whatever we want. side by side destination was Top and Shirt stand and we started browsing, I was feeling like a boy leftfield in the area of chocolates.

I started picking up tighter I with stretchy material, then cotton wool tops, unforesightful shirts- tight of line and then we went to lingerie incision, litmus test time - Now even I felt shy in going there as all lady friend sales women and lady customer were lay out.

I stepped back and she went to the non-enclosed area of lingerie racks.
After 15 minutes she came back with a faux pas for payment which needed to be separately paid and then the token can be collected back from the racks.

I looked very nervous and she very shy, we both went ahead for payment 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 claim from my function apprisal I had to go back to US urgently and I was disappointed.
Also I have to result my family and relatives and specially my newly wedded wife here. We rushed to our hometown and Lapp day I took flight of stairs to US.

Alia was very supportive and understanding and never showed her real emotion of gloominess but I knew better.

After reaching USA I was very busy with the oeuvre, in the meantime Alias's visa was approved and I sent her ticket to US.

It was a big peck for everyone around her to let her move so far alone but going back and picking her up was also unmanageable for me. She was sick of for 3 Clarence Day in anticipation of coming down here.

Everyone was at airport to allow for her and she also cried like a sister. Somehow she kept her own and managed to sit in the flight. Now I was sick in prediction and applied for leave-taking and was granted without an egress.

To be continued ...