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 This is a work of fiction, concieved and executed by me.  I'm the author of
this story.  All the characters, places and events mentioned here are a
product of my imagination.  They bear no relevance to the actual places &
events.

   Note I: This is another of a series that I hope to continue.  It tells
the story of another couple, who are married to each other, but are facing
problems in their lives.  It tries to show how they solve their problems,
and how sex is an integral part of marriage.



   Jack & Sarah I

   Jack woke up in the morning, feeling sorry & miserable as soon as the
alarm went off.  That in itself was surprising.  Usually he never needed
the alarm to wake him up.  He hardly ever managed to get sleep in the
night. He had been this way for the past 18 months, ever since Sarah had
left him to go to her parents.  He never understood why.  They had been
married for just about a year before she left him.  Those 11 months were
the happiest period of his life.  Even hers, if she was to be believed. 
But now he just didn't know what to believe.  He got off his bed, went in
for a bath.  After that he drank a cup of coffee.  Then he got ready to go
to work, and just as he was about to leave the house he realised that it
was a Sunday and he didn't have to go to work.  Resignedly, he sat down,
switched on his computer, and sat down to temporarily blank his memory by
surfing the net.

   After a couple of hours, he tired of that also.  He got up, undressed,
put on a pair of pyjamas, took out a novel and started reading it.  After a
while, he fell into a troubled sleep.  Woke up feeling even more terrible.
Resigned to the fact that his memories are not going to leave him, he
remembered his friend telling him, "Everybody has memories.  What is
important is what you remember.  Remembering bad things will make you
bitter and restless, while remembering good things & happy moments will
make you happy, and a stronger person.  The choice is yours.  You have to
decide what you want to remember." He dwelt on that for some time, and
realised that he had been just dwelling on the hurt and pain caused by
Sarah leaving him.  It wasn't easy, he realised, to forget about Sarah. 
But if he had to have memories, he decided, they would be good ones.  Of
happy moments they had shared, of passionate moments...

   ...and he remembered their first night together.  They had a 3 months
courtship, and they had indulged in quite heavy petting, but by mutual
consent, had decided to limit themselves till they actually got married. 
It had been getting more and more difficult for them to stop, and they were
eagerly waiting for their wedding day to arrive.  Also, culture said that
there could not be any contact between them 15 days prior to the wedding.
Those were the hardest days either they of them had ever had.

   Finally the day arrived.  The wedding passed of wonderfully.  Everybody
said that She looked very beautiful and, more importantly, contented, as if
she had found what she was looking for.  As for Jack, he counted himself
very lucky that he had managed to get someone like Sarah as his wife.  When
the vows were being made, he made a vow with himself - that he would always
strive to keep her happy, even if he had to bear the hurt.

   Finally everything was over.  By that time it was evening, and time to
go to the hotel room he had booked for both of them to spend together, so
that they would be all alone for their very first night.  When they reached
the hotel room, they were very surprised.  The whole bed was decorated with
flowers, dominated by a huge heart made by arranging red roses.  He
realised that his parents had done this, because Sarah liked roses very
much.  When he looked at her, he saw that she was completely overtaken by
emotion.  Her eyes were filled with unshed tears.  Slowly he reached up and
brushed here tears away.

   "I love you so much, Jack!  My heart just is so full with love for you."

   And the fact was that he could see that love written all over her face.
Slowly he leaned forward and kissed her on her forehead.  They warpped
their arms around each other.  With one hand he managed to find the remote
control and switch on the TV to a music channel.  The slow romantic tunes
filled the air.  They moved with the music, their bodies rubbing with each
other.  It wasn't erotic, but it certainly was very romantic.  The mood was
set.  Slowly their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss.  When they parted,
Jack was wondering how they didn't manage to set everything on fire, so hot
he was feeling.  Sarah was no different.  Her lips were swollen, her pupils
were dilated, and their breath was coming in gasps.

   Neither of them could stand properly.  It felt as if they were drugged.

   "Jack, I feel as if I am completely drunk with your love!"

   "That's exactly the way I feel, Sarah."

   "Jack, I've never done this before.  Will you please be very slow and
try not to hurt me?"

   "Baby, I will never do anything to hurt you.  Whenever you start to hurt
just tell me to stop, and I'll stop."

   "Jack, I love you!"

   There was nothing to say.  He just lifted her up and slowly carried her
to the bed.  As the haunting strains of "Careless Whisper" filled the air,
he slowly lowered her onto the bed.  Again he put his lips to her lips and
kissed her with passion and total abandon.  She responded hungrily.  Her
hands slipped into his hair and crushed his mouth to hers.  he couldn't
have left her even if he wanted to.  That didn't mean he wanted to go
anywhere, just wanted to explore the body he had been dying to kiss and
love.

   Finally she released him.  The moment she released him, she regretted
holding him for so long, because he was doing wonderful things to her body.
His tongue created a path of fire down to her chest, where he proceeded to
suck on her nipples through the sari.  A new fire was lit when his tongue
found her navel.  He stuck his tongue into her navel.  She was surprised
that instead of a tickling feeling, she was having the most erotic feeling.

   Jack just couldn't believe it.  This girl was hot.  She was responding
to his kisses as he had never imagined.  She was really going wild.  He
also had been affected very badly.  His whole body seemed to be on fire. 
It was with the utmost discipline that he was able to stop himself from
just ripping her clothes off and burying his penis into her vagina.  He
also could not believe that the shapeless salwar-kamizes that she used to
wear could so effectively have hidden the fact that she was a very shapely
woman, with a very beautiful navel, very round and deep, set upon a very
flat stomach.

   But there was no he was going to waste time on such trivial thoughts. 
With his hands he slowly untucked her sari from her petticoat.  She lifted
her shoulders so that it would be easy for him to remove the sari.  He
finally had the sari off, and he drank the sight in.  There she was, in a
white blouse, and white lace panties, looking so innocent, and so hot.  He
was finding it real hard to control himself now.  And when she reached out
and touched his penis through his pants, he knew it was impossible.

   "Jack, please don't wait any longer.  We can do the slow thing some
other day.  Today I need you inside me right now!"

   Jack nodded.  He got up, and undressed.  By that time, Sarah had taken
off her blouse and panties and was in the process of removing her bra. 
Neither of them wanted to waste any more time.  He got on the bed beside
Sarah.  For the first time both had what they wanted, and they first held
their passions in check for just enough time to look over each others'
bodies.  Then their passion took over.

   They reached out for each other.  His hands found her breasts, as hers
found his erection.  Her nipples were painfully erect.  Slowly his mouth
found one erect nipple.  That sent a shiver through her, but that was
nothing compared to what she experienced when his fingers softwly touched
something near her vagina.  She suddenly went very still.  So still that he
thought, 'I've hurt her'.  Then suddenly as if some dam broke, and she
thrashed about in the bed.  As her orgasm finally subsided, she looked at
Jack questioningly.

   "That's what is called as orgasm", he answered her unasked question.

   "No.  I know that.  What did you do?  You touched something down there,
what was it?"

   "That's called clitoris.  That is the most excitable organ in a woman's
body.  I've done some reading."

   "Well, you'll just have to share that some other time", so saying, she
suddenly rolled and got on top of him.  He reached out with his hands, and
realised that she was completely wet.  She began to squirm as his hands
began to excite her agaian.  Slowly he found her clitoris again and
caressed it, and as he felt the orgasm grow within her, he slowly parted
her legs and pushed his penis inside her.

   She suddenly realised that he had pushed his penis inside her.  As he
penetrated her hymen, she felt a tremor of pain flow through her, but that
was immediately replaced by a wave of pleasure.  She started riding him,
and within seconds experienced another orgasm.

   Jack knew he wasn't far from one of his own.  He held her firm so that
she wouldn't move and bring him closer to the edge.  When her orgasm
subsided, he let go.  She looked at him, and he saw the passion in her
eyes. He started pushing up into her, as he rode him.  His hands were also
busy.  One hand was caressing her breasts, while the other was between
them. He refrained from touching her clit, as he slowly felt himself build
up to a climax.

   The moment he knew that his orgasm was imminent, he pushed his finger
and slowly pinched her clitoris.  As he came, he reached up and pulled her
mouth onto his and kissed her.  The combination of the kiss and the pinch
and the feeling of his sperm gushing into hersent her over the edge.  They
both crested the wave together, and had the most earth-shattering climax.

   Finally as the storm of the orgasm subsided, he kissed her once again,
this time, slow, romantic.

   "Jack, that was...um...I just can't describe the feeling.  We'll have to
do it again...and again...  and..."

   He kissed her once more, because that was the only way he could have
shut he up.

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   I am also ready to answer any questions that you might have...so Until
next time...)