If My Marriage Wasn’t Arranged, I Wouldn’t Have The Best Sex In My Life

Penelope Leaño

January 8, 2016

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  I was 21 years old then, just got out from school, and was caught in the middle of business and family ties. But maybe  I did something good and the odds were with me as I marry a woman I just knew one month before the wedding.

  Aia is a full-blood Chinese and I am a Filipino-Chinese. My dad married a Filipina and unfortunately I am his only pride. To make it up to his parents I have to marry a Chinese. Yes, I had an arranged marriage. But unlike other stories, my marriage was one of the things I am very grateful of in my life.

  I just had one month to get to know the woman I’m going to marry and share genes with. When I first saw her, she’s your usual Chinese girl. We barely talk. We were given instructions for some wedding details which we should do together. What can I do? I have to go with the flow. I don’t want to break my parents’ heart, specially my mom.

  We were together almost every day and we were just like business partners. I don’t want to live like my marriage is a business. So I tried to reach out. I began with small talks with Aia. And with that, I got to know that she is harmless. She’s easy to be with. I asked her if she doesn’t want the marriage idea because, if so, we can have some agreements later on. But she said,

  “Ever since I was a child I knew that this day will come. And I trust my parents with their choices for me. They haven’t failed so far,” she said.

  And from then on, I admire her; her obedience to her family, her love, her grace. She’s not the girl you wouldn’t want to be with. I guess, in this part, my parents did not fail too.

  Until we got married, we did not have physical contact. I haven’t hugged her, kissed her or even held hands with her. But deep in my heart there was an assurance that I was doing a good job in marrying this girl.

  After the wedding, we went to this extravagant hotel for our honey moon. This was a gift from our parents’ business partner.

  I helped Aia remove her gown accessories for they were really heavy and too many. Afterwards, she had a shower. So I was left there thinking what to do. I fixed everything that I can and when I turned my back, I saw that she left the shower room’s door a little open. I was wondering if I should go in to do it with her there. I peeked in and called her.

  “Aia…”

  “Yes?” And she opened the door. She’s already in her bath robe and said, “It’s your turn.”

  So I just went in and took a hot bath. I was contemplating how would I start it with her. I mean, she’s no complicated. But on moments like such, I don’t want it to be awkward.

  When I got out, she’s already asleep. Half of me thanked heavens because it’s now less awkward. And half of me wants to have sex. Of course, I have anticipated this. But since the lights are already off, I think I should just accompany her to dreamland.

  As I lay my head I smelled the fragrance of her shower gel and her body lotion. They were too strong that I am becoming horny. I can’t help already. She’s my wife now and I have a right on her body.

  “Aia, are you still up?”

  “Yes, why?”

  “Can we talk?”

  She opened the lamp shade and sat down.

  “Dean, aren’t we…you know?”

  “That’s what I’m about to ask, Aia.”

  “So what are we waiting for? Let’s do it.”

  “Like now?”

  She turned off the lamp shade and removed her night gown. Grabbed my hands and put them on her breast. I guess this is the foreplay. I kissed her,

  “Harder, Dean.”

  Aia is surprising me now.

  I kissed her hard, harder than I have ever had in my life. I can feel her hands in my body. She doesn’t want my hands off her boobs so I continued playing it. Her hands caressed my back to my butt and removed my boxers. I had a pretty great erection as my little one down there touch the skin of her legs. When I’m almost penetrating she stopped kissing.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t want to get pregnant soon.”

  I laughed a little, said “okay”, and continued kissing her.

  But she got annoyed and said,

  “Come on, can you spare me from having a baby now? Just now.”

  “Anything you want, honey,” and I got in her already. Her hips were now moving and my wife’s moaning. That was the best moan I’ve ever heard in my life. We got at the climax and I felt her hands pressing on my arms. I removed myself from her.

  When I was done I saw her just lying there and staring at the ceiling. She’s not even covering her body. She’s sexy. I grabbed our comforter and covered us. Then Aia snuggled on my side and wrapped my arms around her and she hugged me.

  I hugged her back and just caressed her arms. Her feet kept on wandering through my leg which gave me giggles. It takes a lot of time to be comfortable with someone in silence. And it seemed that Aia and I were with each other ever since. As if our souls were really made for each other. I knew then that Aia was my better half.

  She held my hand and kept on tracing it with her fingers. I kissed her forehead. Then I was surprised because she went above me, kissed my lips, and asked me, “Round 2?”

  From then on I’m having the best love making with the person that destiny has set for me. I guess, arranged marriage went well with me. The best decision my parents had for me so far.

   

  (EDITOR’S NOTE: The story is a product of pure imagination and any story similar to it is a total coincidence.)

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