Being Treated Like a Mare on the Wedding Night – This is the story of Payal, who surrendered herself completely to her husband on the very first night of her wedding. That night, she offered him her pussy and ass, and he, treating her like a mare, fucked her ruthlessly—so brutally that her pussy tore and blood came out. In this tale of being ridden like a mare on the wedding night, you will read how the husband first kissed Payal, sucked her breasts, then ate her pussy in a 69 position, and then, treating her like a mare, fucked her hard three times. If you too want to read an explosive and real sex story like being ridden like a mare on the wedding night, then this story is just for you.
Part 1: The Wedding Day and Preparations for the Wedding Night
My name is Payal and I am a 28-year-old housewife. Today I am going to share with you all the true story of being treated like a mare on my wedding night. Girls often think that the first night will be very painful or romantic with candles like in the movies, but the reality is quite different and much hotter. Everyone has some moments in life that become unforgettable forever. That tale of my first wedding night still excites me, and whenever I recall that night with my husband, every fiber of my being rejoices and my pussy gets wet all by itself. And the most special thing—that night my husband fucked me like a mare, and that too three times. This story is for every bride who wants to remember her wedding night or wants to know what the first night is really like. There is a big difference between the wedding night shown in films and the wedding night in real life. So, let’s, without any hesitation or shame, read the hot, bold, and completely true story of my first wedding night.
It was my wedding day. The entire house was filled with relatives and friends. The sound of drums and trumpets, the sweet melody of the shehnai, and an atmosphere of joy everywhere. All dressed up in my lehenga, I left my home and came to my husband’s house. Like any bride, I was fully adorned—a heavy red lehenga, a tight golden-zari blouse, deep henna on my hands, anklets jingling on my feet, a shining sindoor in my hair parting, and a light blush of shyness on my face. I was sure that if anyone saw me at that moment, they wouldn’t be able to resist being crazy about me. I was preening looking at myself in the mirror. The shine of the red lehenga was enhancing the glow of my fair face even more.
My breasts were a size 32, which was clearly visible in the tight blouse of my lehenga. The swell of my breasts was so attractive that anyone’s cock could get hard. After all, men thirst for these juicy mangoes, which, when taken in the mouth, can arouse any woman in an instant. I was smiling looking at my curves and thinking about what my husband would say when he saw them tonight and how he would take them in his mouth and suck them. My waist was slender and my hips were wide, which made my ass look round and plump. My in-laws had decorated our bedroom beautifully—roses everywhere, dim lighting, and a very romantic atmosphere.
After all the wedding rituals were over, I was shown my room. It was our bedroom—beautifully decorated, red rose petals scattered on the bed, and the whole room casting a magical spell in the soft yellow light. I went into my room. I was completely alone in the room. From outside, the laughter and banter of guests could be heard, but inside there was silence—just me and my fast heartbeat. I stood in front of the mirror there and started looking at myself. Looking at myself, I felt proud of myself. My fair skin, my thick hair, my full lips—everything was waiting for the beginning of my new life. I really looked very beautiful, exactly like an angel.
Then I moved away from the mirror and sat on my bed. My heart was pounding loudly. I didn’t know when the door would open and my husband would come in. I adjusted my veil properly and sat with my head bowed. My hands were getting cold and all kinds of thoughts were running through my mind. Would he treat me lovingly? Would I be in a lot of pain? Would everything be alright? A flood of questions was running through my mind. I kept adjusting my lehenga again and again and trying to control my breathing. There was a strange energy in my body—both fear and curiosity.
After a while, the latch of the door opened and he came in. My breaths quickened. The sound of his footsteps was advancing towards me. He slowly came near me and with his warm hands began to lift my veil. When his fingers touched my veil, a current ran through my entire body. I blushed with shyness and lowered my gaze. To be honest, I really was feeling quite shy. This was the first time any man had come so close to me, and that too my husband—to whom I had to give my entire body, to offer him the moisture of my pussy. He sensed my shyness and, smiling lovingly, said, “We are husband and wife now. We both have to support each other, understand each other. If you are so shy, how will you manage going forward?” There was a warmth in his words, a comfort that eased my nervousness a little. His voice was deep and his smile very lovely. I slowly raised my eyes and looked at his face—he was very handsome.
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Part 2: The First Touch and Physical Union
Without saying anything more, he held my hand and pulled me towards his broad chest. I was completely bound in his strong grip. His lips came very close to mine. I could feel his warm breaths on my cheeks. I could feel the warmth of his body on my skin—he was that close. My heart started beating even faster. Then suddenly he started kissing my lips. I froze. This was the first kiss of my life. I shyly pushed him back with force and said, “Your glass of milk is kept there, please drink it. Let me change.” I quickly got up and went towards the mirror. It was an excuse to compose myself. He moved back, but he was looking at me as if saying—”Just wait, I’ll drink the milk and come back, then how will you escape!” Those eyes of his filled my entire body with a strange warmth. I too was feeling a tingling in my body. A man’s touch can make a woman restless too.
I went in front of the mirror and started taking off my jewelry. One by one, I removed all my ornaments—earrings, necklace, maang tika, nose ring. But I kept my clothes on. Only the bangles remained on my hands. My dupatta was lying on the bed and the flowers in my hair were fragrant. My hair was still tied. The blouse of my lehenga was stretched over the curves of my breasts and I was trying to remove the last bangle with my hand. Just then I heard the sound of someone coming from behind. Before I could understand anything, he came from behind and wrapped me in his strong arms. My back pressed against his chest and his arms were around my waist.
His touch was so warm and reassuring that I melted in an instant. He started kissing my neck with his wet lips, and with each touch of his lips, my eyes would close on their own. I tried very hard to hold myself back, but his repeated kisses began to warm me from within. I completely surrendered myself to him. Now his hands came from behind onto my breasts, and while kissing my neck, he started pressing my curves over my blouse. All five fingers of his hands surrounded my breasts from all sides and squeezed them hard. Both my breasts were captured in his hands, and behind me, on my buttocks over my lehenga, the cock part of his thighs was pressed against me.
I could clearly feel the heat and hardness of his cock on my soft ass. It felt as if a hot iron rod had been placed behind me. A strange itch and wetness had started in my pussy. My panty had become wet—even without being touched, just by being close to him. His lips were giving soft kisses on my neck, and each kiss was like throwing flowers of love on my body, shaking me to the core. He kept me in his arms for a while, making me feel the tension of his cock on my buttocks, and kept squeezing my breasts forcefully, as if they were balls of cotton. His hands kept stroking my soft stomach and slender waist again and again. My whole body was burning with his touch. I wanted him to hold me in his arms like that forever and never let go.
Then his grip on my breasts loosened and his hands went to my back. I felt the hooks of my blouse opening. One by one, every hook was opening and my breaths were stopping. There were three hooks—they opened one by one. With each hook opening, my heartbeats grew faster. I realized that now the time had come for the bride to get naked. This was the first time someone had been given the moral right to undress me. There is a different kind of comfort and thrill in being naked in front of one’s husband. I was living that pleasant feeling. He completely opened my blouse from behind and slowly slipped it off my shoulders. Now I was in front of him only in my bra. My fair back and rounded shoulders were before his eyes. I couldn’t even raise my eyes to meet his gaze. My youth, trapped in my bra, seemed to be saying—don’t undress me completely yet, let this excitement last a little longer. Standing in my bra in front of my husband was quite thrilling for me.
He turned me towards him and stared at the deep valley of my breasts with lustful eyes. Only one word escaped his open lips—”Ahh!” I knew the rest of the words behind that one word too—”Ahh… what soft and juicy boobs!” He didn’t say it, but his eyes didn’t hold back either. I knew how attractive my breasts were. Even before marriage, my chest had been the center of attraction for men. Many times I felt proud that I was like a flower that drew the attention of bees. My nipples were pink and had already become hard from excitement, standing up on their own.
I was lost in these thoughts when suddenly my husband buried his face in the valley of my breasts. He started rubbing his entire face all over my boobs. His nose, his lips, his chin—everything was moving on my soft and supple breasts. I could feel him on my face and on my body. His warm breaths were falling on the upper part of my breasts, creating a different kind of excitement in me. I was really enjoying him going crazy for my body like this. I wanted him to keep doing this, to keep wanting me, to keep touching every inch of my body, to keep sucking.
Then he placed his lips on mine and started sucking them hard. Now I too didn’t put up any pretense and completely opened my lips in his service. I started reciprocating him. My tongue started playing with his tongue, and our mouths were entering each other, drinking each other’s saliva. He grabbed my buttocks and pulled me towards him, sucking my lips hard. It felt as if he was going to insert his cock into my pussy right through my lehenga. His cock’s thrusts had already started hitting between my thighs—touching the lips of my pussy over the fabric of my lehenga. I too could clearly feel the passion of his manhood and was also satisfied that there was no lack of passion in him.
While sucking my lips, his hands moved to the knot of my lehenga. His fingers found the string and with a jerk, he untied it. A few moments later, my lehenga loosened from my waist. Before I could compose myself, it slipped down from my legs and reached my feet. He left it lying there and, while still kissing me, started moving me away from there. His lips were still not separated from mine and I was being pushed along with him towards the bed. The anklets on my feet were jingling, the bangles on my hands were clinking. When we reached the bed while walking, I stopped, but my husband kept climbing over me and suddenly he fell onto the bed with me. The rose petals scattered all around.
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Part 3: Peak of Arousal and the First Fuck
Now that my eager man was on top of me and his entire body was on mine, I too opened my arms and started caressing his body with my hands, giving him love. His back, his shoulders, his arms—I was touching and feeling everything. I was immersing myself in his warmth. Now the fire of passion had also started burning inside me, and my husband’s sherwani and pajama were beginning to feel like a barrier between our bodies. I wanted him to undress too now and then lie on my naked body and kiss me. I wanted the heat of his warm body on my skin—without clothes, pressing directly against his bare chest.
I didn’t have to wait long for that moment. He got up and started unbuttoning his sherwani. Now my fair body was left only in my bra and panty, lying on the bed before him. My long fair thighs, my slender waist, my flat stomach—everything was before his eyes. Rose petals were sticking to my body on the bed. He took off his sherwani and threw it aside. Then he took off his vest too and became completely bare-chested. Seeing his broad chest and strong arms, my pussy got even wetter—I wanted to feel him on my naked body. I was a little shy because I was lying before him only in my bra and panty, but I kept raising my eyes to look at him in between. His cock was clearly visible to me, strained to one side in his pajama. It was standing like a stiff mountain, lifting the fabric up.
Then he started untying the drawstring of his pajama and took it off too, tossing it aside. Now he was only in his underwear. His underwear had wet spots near the tip of his cock. It was soaked with pre-cum—his fluid was already leaking, showing how aroused he was. He looked at me and I lowered my eyes in shyness. Let me tell you all that my body is a little curvy—my breasts are size 32, my waist is 30 inches, my hips are 36 inches—like a perfect hourglass shape. Seeing this curvy body of mine, he pounced on me and started squeezing my boobs over my bra. His grip was very strong.
Now his excitement had increased a lot. It felt as if he would squeeze the milk out of my breasts by pressing them. I was feeling both pain and intense pleasure. Getting one’s breasts squeezed hard doubles the pleasure along with the pain. I was moaning underneath him and my body was writhing. My eyes were closed, and I was feeling every touch—lightning was running through my entire body.
Then he pulled my bra up and off in one jerk—the hook at the back probably broke—and taking both my boobs in his hands, he started sucking them one by one. His mouth was on one nipple and his hand was squeezing the other. His tongue was moving in circles around my nipple, then he would press it between his lips and suck it—hard, thirstily. To be honest, my eyes closed on their own in ecstasy. I too started running my hands over his waist and his hair in pleasure. I could clearly feel his cock hitting against my panty—its stiffness was poking my thighs through the fabric. He was rubbing his cock right above my pussy and I was going crazy. Now I wanted him to take off my panty too and directly touch my bare pussy, lick it, put his cock inside it.
Now one of his hands went down and pulled my panty, sliding it down to my thighs. His mouth was still on my breasts. Then he completely removed my panty from my feet and threw it aside. Now I was completely naked—absolutely bare, without a single piece of clothing. My pussy was open before a man for the first time, completely. Then he came to my lips once again. He started sucking my lips hard. I too, now fully in the mood, started sucking his lips. My excitement had also increased a lot. Our tongues were fighting each other—this battle of tongues was very sweet. After sucking my lips, he attacked my neck and started kissing it—from top to bottom, bottom to top.
Then, kissing my breasts, he went down past my stomach and navel all the way to my pussy. He gave my pussy a sweet little kiss—gently, with great respect. I shuddered and started closing my thighs. But he grabbed my thighs with both hands and spread them wide—very wide. My pussy could no longer hide from him. He shamelessly stared at my pussy, looked at it, and I was melting with shame. My pussy was completely wet and every fold of it was clearly visible. The lips of my pussy were thick and pink, split in the middle, and a glistening stream of fluid was flowing between them, dripping onto my thighs.
Then he stuck out his tongue and, like a snake, started waving it over my pussy. He kept touching the lips of my pussy with his tongue and pulling back—like someone teasing with a feather. I started going crazy. His teasing was tormenting me from within. My pussy was completely empty, wanting to be filled with something. Then he put his entire tongue inside my pussy and started sucking it like crazy. His tongue was moving on the walls of my pussy—round and round, back and forth, in and out. He pressed the pearl (clitoris) of my pussy between his lips and sucked it. I started hissing loudly and my moans became quite heated—”Umm… ahah… haah… ss… aaah… amm… stop… no… more… aahhh…” While doing this, I was trying to hold myself back somehow. But my husband was determined to drain the life out of me. He licked my pussy until it was completely wet and thrust his tongue inside as deep as it could go. Very loud moans were escaping from my mouth. Due to the arousal, my chest and stomach were rising and falling heavily, as if something inside me was breathing.
Then he asked me to become a mare. There was a command in his voice—a husband’s command. I immediately got onto my hands and knees on the bed. My ass was in the air—round, smooth, and slightly raised—and my pussy was completely open from behind, wet and glistening. He started licking my ass and my pussy from behind. His tongue was going from the hole of my ass to my pussy—again and again, in and out. You can imagine how pleasurable and embarrassing such a feeling must be. Now I had sent all my shame packing. I too wanted to immerse myself completely in his erotic play. Due to the pleasure, I hugged the pillow to my chest and raised my ass even higher—as high as I could. I kept getting my pussy and asshole licked and just kept moaning. I wanted him to lick my pussy deeper, go further inside, and drive me crazy.
Then he made me lie straight. Now he lowered his underwear and I saw his cock, drenched in his passion, for the first time. His cock was of average length—about 6 to 7 inches—but quite thick, like a battery cell. The color was a bit darker, but it matched his skin tone perfectly. Thick veins were bulging on it—the flow of blood through them was clearly visible—and the tip was red, shiny, with drops of fluid glistening on it. Picking up the oil bottle kept nearby, he applied oil thoroughly to his cock—from top to bottom, every inch. Then he put the bottle aside, came close to me, and climbed on top of me. He placed the head of his cock at the opening of my pussy and started rubbing it up and down. His warm and slick glans was parting the folds of my pussy, spreading my pussy lips apart. I was now completely ready to be fucked. I too was eagerly wanting him to insert his cock into my pussy. I started lifting my waist to welcome his cock—raising my hips up and down.
Then he lay completely on top of me—his chest pressing against my breasts—and gently lowered his cock into my pussy. My pussy had been wet for so long, and he had also applied oil to his cock, so at the very first attempt, his entire cock slid all the way into my pussy in one go. Entirely—in one single stroke—inside. For a moment, I felt intense pain and discomfort. It felt as if someone had thrust a hard, hot iron rod into my pussy! Tears came to my eyes—tears flowed out. But my pussy too was thirsty for that cock. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time. He inserted his cock and, while putting his tongue into my mouth, started sucking me, and slowly I started feeling pleasure. He kept his cock inside my pussy and sucked my lips. My tongue got caught in his lips. A layer of pleasure began to cover my pain. In ecstasy, I clung to him completely, because for the first time in my life, I had received such pleasure—a man’s cock inside my pussy. The muscles of my pussy were clenching his thick cock, and with every thrust, I was feeling jolts.
He started fucking my pussy—slowly, but with deep thrusts—and I, clinging to him, started being fucked. His cock was slowly moving in and out of my pussy, and with every thrust, I started feeling immense pleasure. I had found real heaven—the heaven I had heard of, imagined—it was right in front of me today. But this pleasure didn’t last long. Not even two minutes had passed of my husband thrusting into my pussy when he ejaculated. Moaning, he said, “Aahhh… Payal… I’m… ready…” and his hot, thick, white semen spilled into my pussy—once, twice, three times. The warmth spread inside me. He collapsed on top of me, panting. I too gave him a loving kiss on his forehead and lay still like that. We both lay there clinging to each other. The fire in my pussy was still burning—it hadn’t been extinguished—in fact, it had flared up even more. I didn’t want to separate from him. I wanted more fucking, more forceful fucking, more ruthless fucking. I wanted him to fuck me all night, until morning.
Part 4: Fucking All Night and Fulfillment
After about fifteen to twenty minutes—when we had given each other some rest, caressed each other’s bodies—his cock got hard again, right inside my wet pussy. I felt it inside me—it was getting stiff again, filling up again. He asked me to suck it. It was my very first night and all this felt very strange and dirty to me, but still I obeyed him. I held his cock in my hand—its warmth, its hardness, its thickness—and took it into my mouth and started sucking it. There was a strange—yet intoxicating—smell of my pussy juice and his semen on it. A salty kind of fragrance, but it also felt very good. It was his cock, smeared with my pussy juice and his own semen, and I sucked it thoroughly—with love, with devotion. I licked the head of his cock with my tongue—moving it round and round—and took it into my lips and sucked it. I was also caressing his testicles—gently with my fingers—and he was holding my hair, urging me to take his cock deeper.
Then he made me a mare once again. I was on all fours again, my ass in the air. He firmly grabbed my waist from behind—with both hands—and thrust his now fully erect cock into my pussy—in one jerk, deep inside. Now he started thrusting very fast, holding my waist. I was moving back and forth, my hair was disheveled, my breasts were hanging and shaking vigorously with every thrust. His testicles were hitting my ass with force—making a thwacking sound. The sound of slaps on the buttocks echoed throughout the room. I started feeling great pleasure and a little pain too—but that pain was pleasurable. Then, slowly, I reached my climax and my pussy released all its fluid—warm, copious, sticky—onto his cock. Just as I was discharging, I lay flat on my stomach on the bed, panting. But he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting fast—his pace had increased even more. I asked him to stop, “Stop… please… it hurts… I’m tired…”, but he didn’t stop and, while enjoying my waist and buttocks like that, emptied all his semen—a large quantity—into my pussy again. I felt its warmth traveling all the way to my womb. The filling of his warm load in my pussy gave me a different kind of peace—a completeness, a fulfillment.
For a while, we separated again—a little apart, but still close. I was tired, but my body and my pussy still wanted more. The fire inside me was still not extinguished. After just a little while, he asked me to suck his cock again. This time, I had to suck his cock for fifteen to twenty minutes—thoroughly, deeply, lovingly—only then did it become fully erect. I had his cock in my mouth, sucking it, licking its head with my tongue, then taking it deeper. He laid me straight again and inserted his cock into my pussy, then lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders. In this position—legs on shoulders—my pussy was fully open, completely horizontal, and his cock was going very deep—as deep as possible. It felt as if his cock had entered my stomach, reached up to my navel. He started fucking very fast—almost like a madman. I was completely exhausted, but his passion showed no sign of abating. This time he fucked me in this position for a long time—intensely, forcefully, deeply.
Then he lay down, tired, and asked me to come on top of him. I was tired, yet I climbed on top of him—using all my strength. I sat on him, positioned my pussy on his cock, and then started riding him. I started slamming my pussy onto his erect cock quickly—up and down, up and down. From below, he was squeezing both my breasts with his hands and taking turns sucking them. I started feeling pleasure again and in no time, my water broke for the third time—this time more intensely, more abundantly. I screamed. The warmth of my fluid made him release his fluid too—hot, thick, plentiful—together inside my pussy. We both reached orgasm together. Our bodies were trembling together, moaning together, and then we calmed down.
He fucked me in every way—from above, from below, from behind. He fucked me by laying me down, had me ride him by sitting on top, and fucked me like a mare. Three positions, three times of intense fucking. That night was a very pleasurable and memorable night for me. Remembering those moments still brings me great joy and makes my pussy wet. I am lucky to have found a husband who takes care of all my needs and satisfies me completely in the bedroom. And one more thing—people are easy to find, but a good human being and a good husband are rare. I am truly very lucky to have my husband. Even today, after so many years, we desire each other with the same passion.
So, this was the complete and true story of my first wedding night. The pain, the pleasure, the passion, and the thirst of that night—everything is still as fresh in my mind as if it happened just yesterday. My husband satisfied me completely on the very first time. He licked my pussy, fucked me like a mare, and then made me ride him too. That night we fucked three times vigorously, and each time had its own unique pleasure and passion. The first time was a little painful, but after that, the pleasure was unforgettable. That night was a very enjoyable night for me. I hope you liked my story.