Story 194 India - Part Four - The Wedding.

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Part Four – The Wedding.

         The day of the wedding was a complexed day for us with a number of functions we had to attend. First, there was an early breakfast at the restaurant in the Game Reserve. This was a private function before the park opened to the public.

         A beautiful location on a deck overlooking a large lake, it was very early as we wanted to catch the sunrise over the lake; the water was still, hardly a ripple. We watched birds diving over the water, catching small insects that had come in to drink. Hansini pointed out one of the small cabins on the far side which was where the couple would spend their first married night together.

         Of course, David was the guest of honour at this breakfast as it was his big day. His family and all of us from the Letters group were there. There were also a few others from India I didn’t know. Katrina’s father was there too since he couldn’t be with his daughter for her special breakfast on the train.

         From there it was only a short drive to a modern hotel/club complex where the wedding was to take place. Nearby, where the railway bridge crossed the river from the town, they had built a temporary platform for the special train that brought Katrina and many wedding guests from her home town. 

          We watched the Chennai Express, pull through with two modern engines, crossing the river bridge and passing us on its journey south. It was followed by the wedding train, a beautiful steam engine covered in decorations with three coaches behind it. The train pulled into the station and soon people began dismounting. I was amazed at the beautiful colours the women were wearing. Such colourful saris, it was lovely to see.

          We were standing near the third coach, the one Katrina was in. She was one of the last to get off, appearing in her beautiful wedding sari of bright scarlet and gold. She passed close to us and managed to give me a smile but there were so many people milling around and lots of confusion so we stepped back out of the way until they had passed.    

         The wedding was different to anything I had seen before. It was held in a beautiful garden under the shade of the trees. Even at 10 in the morning, it was getting hot here. It was a mixture of Western and Indian culture which I suppose was appropriate since their marriage was going to be a mixture of Indian and Western culture too.

         After the wedding we watched them having the photos taken in various parts of the garden.

         The couple and wedding party left for some more photos in the Game Reserve and we boarded the bus heading for the wedding lunch.

        When we got there, the large warehouse building was packed with people. I heard many had come straight here, not attending the wedding at the club first. There were tables set aside for us as guests from overseas. Not long after us, two cars pulled right into the building with the wedding party. They were led to the top table that had been set on a low platform.

         Katrina’s father was the host and he stood up to welcome all of us. His speech was in an Indian language with Jeevan translating for him. I understand that many present could not understand English and just as for many of us, English was the only language we understood. But it worked well and was interesting to compare the two languages saying basically the same thing.

         The meal that followed was good. Heaps of food, including New Zealand lamb and Australian beef. We filed past the tables almost groaning with food with a team of servants continually replacing any dishes that got emptied. Those at the top table were served with food being brought to their table.

         While there were plenty of drinks I noticed at this meal there was no alcohol which surprised me as in New Zealand it would have been the custom. Hansini told me that Katrina’s parents don’t take alcohol so they had requested not to have it.

          After the meal, there were some speeches with Katrina’s father followed by David’s father. Next both the groom and bride spoke too. I was impressed with Katrina, she did a good job in front of all those people. in David's case, he included a welcome in Tamil that appeared to go over well.  I later learnt that it was not common for the bride or groom to speak at a wedding like this. Also, I noticed, in this event, Sarvesh played no part at all with Amita and him joining us at our table. Of course, all these speeches were very slow, being translated by Jeevan as they went.   

         It was late in the afternoon when things finished in the warehouse and we got on to our buses again for the trip up to Sarvesh’s house. There was a formal dinner put on here, hosted by Sarvesh and Amita. It was for the wedding party and the wedding couple's families, being held in the formal dining room. I saw how beautiful the table was laid out before they sat down but we didn’t take part in this. Hansini had invited Mega and I to have a quick look. Not sure we were welcome there with the looks on some of the servant's faces as they were preparing the table but no one said anything. 
         We were served similar food in a large tent set up beside the pool and then after the dinner, we could with mix with those from the formal dinner for a party/reception, in the formal areas of the house. Of course, there was alcohol here but also non-alcohol drinks too.

         Tom and I had an interesting conversation with Katrina’s uncle. It seems he was told we were dairy farmers and came over to talk with us. He actually had a small dairy farm too up in the central highlands where the weather was cooler. He invited us to visit his farm. I wasn’t sure but Mootie who had joined us said we could drive there and back in a long day. He said he would arrange it for when we came back from our visit to North India.

         This was a grand occasion with lots of loud music and dancing. These Indians, sure know how to party. It was fun to watch and I was even pulled into the fun by a man I had never met. It was fun but I retired from the floor as soon as I could. Too much for this old lady! I notice Tom was in the thick of it. He seemed to be popular with the young Indian ladies too.

         Towards the end of the party, Mandara came up to me and said, “The boys are arranging some hot young pussy for themselves at our house tonight.”

         “Oh really? Who?” I asked.

        “Mega from New Zealand.”

        “Well make sure her husband comes too,” I said.

        “Of course Betty,” she replied. “I’ve arranged that.”

        “Good girl,” I laughed and she smiled back.

        I looked over at Brian. I’d seen him working in the garden outside the other day. It was the day Shanti and the girls had shocked all the Indians when that went out to help build the rock walls. Brian looked good without his shirt, hot and sweaty. It reminded me of how my husband used to come him from the farm, hot and sweaty, horny and ready for sex. Now here was Brian, all finely dressed up, he still looked good.

        He saw us looking and smiled. Soon he was walking over towards us.

        “I hear I’m the late night entertainment for you girls,” he whispered so only we could hear him.

        “Yes, I’ve just heard that too,” I said.

        “Hope you like what you’ve heard, Betty.”

        “Oh, I do, Brian. I do very much.”

        “Well, don’t go without me,” he laughed.

        “I’m sure we won’t,” Mandara said.

        “I’m sure too,” he grinned as he turned back towards the men he was talking with.

        Not long after that, the party began to break-up. The bride and groom had left to stay in one of those honeymoon cottages in the Game Reserve. I learnt later it was actually the same one where Lizamoa and Joseph had stayed many years before but now it had been upgraded and modernised for tourists.   (See Letter 40  Firsts with Lizamoa.)

       We left to go back to Jeevan’s house and Mega and Brian came with us. Since there were only two completed bedrooms in this house we all knew it was going to be three in each room. Well, Brian had openly said that to us anyway.

       There wasn’t any messing around now. We left Mega to go off with Tom and Jeevan and took Brian with us to the second bedroom. The undressing was more confused than sexy but it had the right result of getting the three of us naked.

      Brian laid back on the bed with us each side of him. I’d noticed straight off that he was hard for us and I was impressed. He had a nice one, a solid black shaft with a slight curve. You could see veins wrapping around in their climb to the head. This led my eyes up to the head. It was flatter, you could say blunter than most I have seen but still a nice shape. I reached out to touch him, the thought going through my head that soon I’d be feeling that weapon inside me. Oh, that thought made my pussy tingle and juices begin to flow.

       First, I just held him, my fingers wrapped around as I pumped him a few times. I was watching Mandara who was kneeling on his other side. She had been feeling his balls, the two sacks at the base of his shaft. Now she leant forward and brought her mouth to them. I watched as she took one into her mouth. Oh, the man between us felt it too. This cock gave a massive jerk and I noticed tiny drops of pre-cum had appeared at the slot in his head.

       I leant forward, my tongue coming to his head, wiping over the flesh of his cock head, taking up those tiny drops as I did. He felt that too, his cock giving another massive jerk. I wanted to take him into my mouth but first I wanted him to enjoy it. I began with long slow licks from the top of the shaft, over the groove and up over the head. Long slow licks, much as you would with an ice cream. I repeated this a few times, each slightly different from the one before, moving around it as I did. I could see he was enjoying it, now laid back with his eyes closed.

       My lips opened and I slipped the head into my mouth. My tongue wrapped around him as I took him in, not deep, but deep enough to take the full head. It was then that my hands began to move, both hands, pumping his shaft. This was good. I felt good doing it and it was clear he was feeling good too. Soon it became obvious we had him ready for pussy.

       We decided Mandara would take him first and I watched as she moved over him, a leg each side, bringing her pussy down to him. It was sexy to watch as she guided him in. I watched her take his cock right inside her. I was so close, I saw him press against her pussy lips, saw them open to make way for him to enter.

       It was sexy to watch another woman taking a man like that. From where I was sitting, I had a ringside seat for the whole show.

       The first time, she only took his head, then next time going a bit deeper until she was taking all of him. I looked up to see her smiling down at me. I’d be smiling too if that cock was in my pussy. Now she began to fuck him. Her hips moving, pulling away and plunging back at him. Each time she pulled off, I could see that strong black shaft, now wet and shiny as she continued.

       “You want some fun too?” he asked me.

       “I will soon,” I replied.

       “No, come here. Let me eat your pussy.”

       Oh wow! That sounded good so I moved over him in front of Mandara so I could bring my pussy down to his face. His hands went for me, pulling open my pussy lips and then his tongue was probing into me. Nice long licks up the length of my open cunt. It was nice and it was sexy.

       I felt some hands take hold of my waist. It was Mandara who was still behind me fucking him. She rested her hands there for a while and then to my surprise brought her hands up under my arms to my breasts. As I said it surprised me at first but soon I was enjoying what she was doing with my tits and nipples.

       With that tongue giving long licks up towards my clitty, those fingers rubbing and rolling over my nipples, soon my body was responding too. My cum built fast, breaking before I expected I would cum. It was a good one, making my gasp and buck at his face. I fell forward onto my hands and knees and crawled off him, laying there recovering while they continued fucking.

       I could see Mandara was getting there too. I noticed she was leaning forward now, bringing him more in contact with her. The look on her face, the deep moan she gave and I knew she was almost there.

       I got up and moved behind her so my legs were each side of his legs and my body pressed against her back. I brought my hands around under her arms and up to her breasts. My fingers moved over the swelling globes until I found what I was looking for, big hard nipples. Most Indian girls have bigger nipples than mine. These were and hard too. Meanwhile, I leant forward so my head was on her shoulder and my mouth contacted her neck. I nibbled and sucked at the flesh there.

       She was enjoying it now; my mouth nibbling her neck, my fingers fondling her nipples, not forgetting the hard cock rubbing against her clitty. What women could take that for long? Mandara went off with a deep throat moan. Her body bucked against me before she broke free and fell to one side.

       I sat watching for a few moments as she recovered on the bed beside me. Then I noticed him, still hard and standing up in front of me. What does a woman do when presented with a hard cock like that? Yes, I sure you all know. I moved forward and took him into me. There was no playing this time. I was wet and ready and he just went straight in.

        Now my pussy was full of cock as I began to fuck him. I could feel him sliding out of me as I pulled up then filling me again as I plunged down against him again. He was certainly a pussy full. This time I was determined to get him off too. I took my time with him. Both of us enjoying the movement, the contact of flesh against flesh, cock against pussy. I was watching him, watching his face, waiting for a sign that he was building.

        While I fucked him, his hands came up to my breasts. First underneath as if he was weighing them. Then moving up over them, holding them, pressing them against my chest. Finally, his fingers began working and giving full attention to my nipples.

       My arms were reaching forward so my hands made contact with his chest. I could feel the hard tight muscles of a man who did a lot of manual work. My hands moved up over his chest to his nipples too. Small hard buttons on the smoothness of his chest.

        By now things were getting more serious. I could see he was getting there now. I could feel I was too. It was going to be a race as to who got there first. I wanted it to be him if I could. Both of us had cum so it was time, he did too. I had changed positions slightly now and sped up the pace. Leaning forward I was using my hips to thrust back at him now, driving was pussy against his cock.

        It was working for him now. I could see his orgasm building. Suddenly he gave a gasp as it hit him. I could feel his cock jerking as he delivered his load to me. I had stopped a bit and now quickly picked up the motion again, leaning even further forward so I could finish myself off. As my cum burst over me, I feel forward against him with my head resting beside his head. His arms had come up around me, holding my body against his.    

       The night was not over yet. Mandara was ready to play again. Play with me I mean. First, we were touching and sucking breasts and nipples, then it became full on 69 pussy eating. Later Brian joined in again too.

       We did it a number of ways and positions until we came to the big final before we settled down to sleep. We were on our hands and knees beside each other and Brian was behind us. First, he took Mandara, doggy style while he reached over with a hand to work on my pussy. Then he swapped, taking me while his hand played with Mandara. He swapped a few times, going back and forth between us.

       That hand, those fingers between my thighs, thrusting into my pussy lips, rubbing over my clitty was all I could take and I fell forward against the bed as yet another cum overtook me. Now Brian could focus on Mandara, taking her doggy while he reached under her to rub her clitty. Finally, he came again giving her a deep load in her pussy. He pulled out and began working her with his hand, giving her pussy a good working over, finger fucking until he finished her too.

       It had been a big night for all of us. I also hear that Mega had a big night too with those two horny men. Over breakfast, we heard a bit about their night and they asked about us too. I wondered how Katrina and David's night was. It couldn't have been any better than mine.

      Later, when Jeevan dropped Mega and Brian back to Hansini’s house we went with him. Mootie was there and asking about our night.

         Then, to my surprise, he actually asked. “Did Betty behave herself?”
        That was rather cheeky of him.

        “Yes,” replied Brian. “She was good.”

        “She gave me a great time in New Zealand too.”

        I can’t believe that! These two men were talking about me like that.

        “Yes,” agreed Brian. “The delights and experience of an older woman.”

        It was then that my husband Tom delivered that ‘well matured, fine vintage’ line again which made us all laugh.

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