Meeting my future husband

I was finishing my second year at university. Somehow, despite all the partying…the booze… the sex and the travel trips…I managed to keep a good GPA. I was still a sort of a rock and roll hippie…these were the golden days of GnR, Metallica and all those bands…and I felt privileged to have been able to assist to some of those concerts.

We were still hanging around with friends…partying mainly on Friday nights…or even on weekdays. Sex of course…but also drinking, joint smoking…playing music and singing. I was 21 years old going on 22 and that was when I met the person that would change my whole life.

We were at one of our late night gatherings. It was the same old group…but of course there were always leavers and new comers as well as guests. We didn’t mind…as long as no one was judgmental and in here to have fun…the more the merrier!! If anyone felt offended by our talk, by our music or even our sexual practices…they were free to leave at anytime. Anyway, one night, someone had invited a friend over. He sparked my interest due to the fact that he was wearing a black T shirt with a guy in a hammock saying “ No Job… No Money… No Girlfriend… No Problem in Mauritius”. He didn’t look Mauritian…but I anyway approached him and expressly said
“ Bonjour toi… ki maniere? Tou korek la?” (Hello you? How are you? Is everything alright).
He was pleasantly surprised to be addressed in creole and answered “ Hey..Mauricienne? Mo bien merci et toi meme?” (Hey! Mauritian girl? I’m fine thank you and you yourself ?)

So that’s how I met A. Just like myself – he was half Mauritian – His dad was Belgian and his mum was Mauritian. We spent the evening chatting about common Mauritian things… about our half home countries…the politics...the local places and food. I didn’t realise until then how much I missed Mauritius. I hadn’t gone back since I started Uni and I was intending to go back for a long holiday as soon as I finished my final year. A. was very nice, a gentleman. He was older than me by 4 years and was completing his Masters degree in information technology. We started bonding. I was telling him how much I missed brianis and dhall puris and he told me that his mum often made Mauritian dishes and that I was welcomed to accompany him any time. A. reminded me so much of my first love G. He was more mature (I think I have a thing for men who are older than me!!), very intelligent…a bit of a geek…but very sure of himself…he was very respectful and attentive to me.

When we started playing and singing, I took my guitar and for the first time I took up the chords of a Mauritian song – By Cassiya – Ici kot nou ****. Everybody fell silent as no one knew the chords or the beat. It was just me and my guitar…and as I strum along the melancholic chords and lyrics, A. joined me for the chorus… I don’t know if it was the situation I found myself in…or whether I was more home sick that I realised or if it was the fact of sharing a private Mauritian moment with another Mauritian…but as I carried on strumming the song of Desiré Francois, tears started rolling down my cheeks. I didn’t have to explain anything… A. understood perfectly. He understood the reason for my melancholy…the tears…at the end he hugged me and kissed me gently on the forehead. And that was how, even at our first meeting, we experienced some sort of a telephatic connection between us. There wasn’t a spark or anything…but we could both feel that there was something going on there. And then, it was his turn to play something…he sat at the keyboards…cracked his knuckles, and smiling at me, he fingered the first notes to November rain by GnR – I gasped! It was my favourite song of GnR since school and his voice accompanied it beautifully. I was smitten. Who was this guy? I wanted to spend more time with him….get to know him.

And he started becoming a regular at our get togethers…and he would be spending all of his time with me. We laughed a lot, A. had a wonderful sense of humour and always knew how to make me laugh. We shared bottles of beer together…joints together…got high together. And then very soon, at our third meeting, the get together turned into sexual games as it very often happened. Chairs were being set for the Belgian roulette game and Gabriella wanted a revenge match – she had lost the previous bout to me a week ago. And for the first time… I declined. I wanted to just stay in the arms of A. He turned to me and said sweetly “if you want to participate, I don’t mind” but I told him no. So we were spectators of that roulette game. Gabriella was way above the other 2 girls – her plump African lips made her get both the first cum and the most cum. She won the game hands down. And some of our friends were teasing her, telling her that she was lucky I didn’t participate. A. turned to me and asked “ Wow!! You seem to have a great reputation!! Are you really that good a fellatrix? I can hardly believe anyone could be any better than that girl” I turned to him, smiled and said “ well, there can only be one way to find out isn’t there?” I pulled him from the sofa where we were sitting and we went to my friend’s room – where the party was being held. I shut the door…and told him “ tire to calson…mo pou donne toi ene demonstration kuma fer fellation. Gabriella ene amateur devant moi” (get rid of your trousers, I’m gonna show you how sucking needs to be done! Gabriella is an amateur compared to me)

And I gave him everything!! We spent the whole night in my friend’s locked room!! Poor her!! She had to crash on the living room sofa!! Lol! I showed A. all my expertise!! I took him to heaven and back several times!! We undressed and started kissing soflty…hotly. I was rubbing his hardening cock and was happy to see that it was clean, well shaven. It looked a respectable size as well and a nice girth. I licked A. body, descending down to his groin. My pussy was already wet and he tried to turn me around to caress me…but I was having none of that! My turn would come later on!! I was intent of making this all about him. And I did…I licked on his cock…pulled down the foreskin and waged a war on his cockhead with my darty tongue.

He kept moaning… I licked down his shaft reached his testicles which I pulled gently one by one in my mouth. I opened up his legs and licked even more down… the perineum area and his anus. He loved it!! His cock was hard as a rock. I deepthroated him…sucked him gently…deeply, strongly… I slobbered saliva all over his cock until it was wet and glistening. I made eye contact with A. and he was caressing my face, holding my hair….I went to town… with one hand I held the base of his cock, the other caressing his testicles and I boobed my head over his penis…taking his whole length down my throat.

I sucked A for more than an hour…taking care not to take him to the edge…when I felt he was close to cumming, I slowed down and sucked/licked on less sensitive areas…I played him like a musical instrument…and then he could take it no more…he started pleading for release. I sexily sucked him and aspired him…and he came!! Spurts after spurts…it overflowed..fell on my chin and tits…I continued sucking him..collecting all his sperm in my mouth…and made a big show of swallowing it all…I then used my finger to collect the drops on my chin and tits, and sucked them hungrily.

He then did something that very few men do…He cupped my face in his hands…and kissed me on my sperm tainted lips…gently at first...then more sensually. I loved him for that. We slept in each other’s arms until morning. A. woke me up by parting my legs and licking my pussy. He was very good, I came twice!!! And this became a norm in our future relationship…the one who woke up first woke up the other by practising oral sex 

We started spending more time together…and indeed, there was this deep love and affection developing. Couple of times, during our friends parties, we did venture out and had sex with other partners…both of us…but it had sort of lost the appeal… and somewhat stressful too!! I remember once when I was participating in a Belgian roulette competition, A. was in the spectators group…and I couldn’t give my best…every cock I was sucking, I wished that it was the one of A. I managed through by looking constantly at him whenever I was licking and sucking on a cock…I made sure he knew without any words, that it was his cock I was remotely sucking. He told me that I looked very sensual having sex and he really enjoyed that. I on the other hand, had pangs of jealousy whenever another girl in the group got too friendly with him, and fondled his package. So we became exclusive.

I moved on to my third year of Uni and A. finished his masters. He was getting a job with a multinational Belgian company that had interests also in the Democratic Republic of Congo. It was just a matter of months before I moved from my apartment, leaving my housemates and set up with A. in a small rented apartment near Boitsfort. A. loved playing golf and the nearby course was quite convenient. It was the first time I moved in with a boyfriend. My parents were elated. They loved A. and they could see that he had a good influence on me. On the other hand, while his Dad didn’t really bond with me, his mum and small sisters and brothers really liked me. We spent our time like a well established couple – he going to work and me going to uni, had our routine in the afternoon and visiting our friends and families during the weekend.

We lived like this for a year and on my 23rd birthday party, A. proposed to me. I was in tears. I never thought that he would want me to be his wife. I mean, we did love each other, but I thought that the fact that I couldn’t bear c***dren would be a deal breaker. But no… He loved me a lot and said that if we couldn’t have c***dren, so be it. I completed my studies and we got married slightly before my 24th birthday – small ceremony.

And so here I was at 24, married, got a job in an advertising company and settling down with the love of my life. We were young…we were happy…


S.