Beginning of a long journey

The evening began at a bustling South Indian restaurant bar in the city. I was Raj, a 28-year-old software engineer, sipping a drink alone when Arjun approached me. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and strikingly handsome with a deep voice and commanding presence. Our conversation turned charged quickly. Before I knew it, I was in his car, heading to his luxurious apartment, nerves and excitement mixing inside me.
His wife, Priya, greeted us at the door. She was glowing—seven months pregnant, her rounded belly beautifully prominent under her maternity saree, her breasts fuller and skin radiant. She smiled warmly, no trace of jealousy, only desire. “Arjun, you’ve brought home such a pretty desi boy tonight,” she said, her hand gently resting on her pregnant belly as she circled me. “We’re going to make you our beautiful bride.”
They led me to the bedroom. First, they shaved every inch of my brown skin until it was smooth and sensitive. Priya, even in her pregnant state, moved with graceful authority as they dressed me in a traditional South Indian bridal outfit. They draped me in a heavy red-and-gold Kanjeevaram silk saree, the pallu carefully arranged over my padded chest to create soft, feminine curves. The matching blouse was tight, accentuating the illusion. They adorned me with gold jewelry: jhumkas, bangles, a maang tikka, thick mangalsutra, and finally, they pierced a delicate gold nose ring with a ruby through my left nostril. The sting made me gasp. A long dark wig with fresh jasmine flowers completed the look.
I stared in the mirror — a perfect, blushing Indian bride, kohl-lined eyes, red bindi, and the nose ring gleaming. The heavy saree swayed around my hips.
Arjun’s eyes burned with lust. “Our perfect dulhan,” he growled, pulling me into a deep kiss. Priya watched, rubbing her pregnant belly, clearly aroused.
They guided me to my knees. I freed Arjun’s thick, hard cock and took him into my red-painted mouth, the nose ring brushing his shaft as I sucked eagerly. Priya sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, caressing her belly while she encouraged me: “Good girl… suck my husband like a proper wife.” I bobbed deeper, saliva dripping onto my silk saree. Arjun groaned, holding my head gently as I worshipped him.
Later, they bent me over the bed, hitching up my heavy saree and petticoat. Priya lubed me thoroughly, her fingers teasing my ass while her pregnant belly pressed against my side. Arjun entered me slowly from behind, stretching me open with his thick cock. I moaned like a bride on her suhag raat, the bangles and nose ring jingling with every deep thrust as he fucked me hard.
After he had used my ass thoroughly, Arjun pulled out and lay back. Priya, glowing and horny, straddled his face first while I watched. Then she pulled me in. “Clean him, dulhan,” she commanded softly. I obediently took Arjun’s cock back into my mouth, tasting myself on him.
Priya then lay on her back, legs wide, her pregnant belly rising. Arjun fucked her passionately while I knelt beside them, kissing her belly and sucking her breasts. When Arjun groaned and filled his pregnant wife with his cum, Priya pulled my face between her thighs. “Eat it, good girl. Eat my husband’s cum from my pussy.”
I pressed my face in, the nose ring cool against her wet folds, and licked eagerly. Thick, warm cum leaked out onto my tongue as I sucked and swallowed every drop, cleaning her thoroughly while she moaned and held my wig. The taste was salty and intimate. Arjun watched, stroking himself back to hardness at the sight.
Once Priya was clean and satisfied, Arjun took me again from behind, pounding my ass while I continued licking his wife. He soon came deep inside me. When he pulled out, Priya made me squat over her face and pushed my hips down. I felt his cum dripping from my used hole into her waiting mouth. Then she pulled me down for a messy, cum-filled kiss, sharing Arjun’s load between us.
Exhausted and transformed, I lay between them in my disheveled bridal saree, nose ring still shining, lipstick smeared, belly full of cum. Priya rested her pregnant belly against me while Arjun kissed my forehead. They whispered how perfect their little Indian bride had been, already planning more nights where I would serve them both in my lehenga and take their loads. I drifted off completely fulfilled, marked, and owned.