Stranded
Copyright© 2025 by nisawrites
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A young married couple get stranded on their wayback from their honeymoon
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Slut Wife Orgy Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism Public Sex Indian Erotica Transformation AI Generated
It was a year after their marriage that they finally went on their honeymoon. It had been postponed repeatedly because of his work commitments. Finally, Nisa said, “No more postponement.” And here they were, returning from Bangalore after a week of fun, love, and loads of sex. The last part, Rony knew, Nisa hadn’t enjoyed as much as he had. She had been supportive, but it nagged him that he couldn’t truly make her happy.
The rest of the trip had been joyful, and on the train back, Rony was looking forward to reaching home. But then the train stopped and didn’t move for hours. Later, a ticket checker told them there had been an accident further up the track. Until it was cleared, they were stranded in Muthalamada—a small Kerala town near Palakkad. The daily commuters left once they were informed, finding their way home by bus or whatever option was available. Nisa and Rony had the entire compartment to themselves. The rain arrived a little while later.
It was early evening when Nisa said she wanted to explore the village. She was 25, short, dusky, and had a figure that drew attention. Rony had noticed men giving her more than a passing glance. Their eyes lingered on her full breasts and round hips. Her flat stomach only added to her allure. These things gave Rony many hard-ons, though he never mentioned them to Nisa.
That she seemed unaware of the effect she had on others wasn’t lost on Rony. She flaunted her beauty without revealing much skin, unaware of the eyes that lingered when her sleeve slipped or she bent forward.
Nisa loved a good laugh and often made herself the center of attention. Rony, at 30, was quiet by nature, the observing type, always thinking first about safety.
Their life was alright, but Rony could tell Nisa craved some adventure—both in life and in bed.
So when she said she wanted to explore the village, his first thought was, “It’s not safe.” But the week’s sex, or rather the way it hadn’t had the desired effect on her, made him say, “Okay.”
There was a small red-soiled path winding down from the platform. The station itself was tiny. They went to the station master and told him they were going for a walk. He said it was fine as long as they stayed close to the station, though he warned there was nothing worth seeing. The bald man, however, was ogling Nisa, storing her image for a private trip to the bathroom—most likely ending with him imagining every kind of sex with her.
They went down the path, the green grass worn away by footsteps. They didn’t have an umbrella, and Rony watched as Nisa got drenched. Her white top clung to her skin, her black bra visible, her navel exposed. Her jeans were soaked too. His cock stirred. The memory of the old man’s undressing gaze on Nisa made it worse.
At the end of the path, they reached a river. A wooden bridge stretched across it, and on the other side stood a toddy shop, lit by a single orange bulb that cast a glow on a white board with black letters.
They heard catcalls and teasing songs from the other side. Nisa laughed a little. Rony muttered in irritation, which made her laugh more. The rain picked up.
“Let’s go across,” Nisa said.
Why not? he thought. They needed to stay dry, and the rain wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. There were no other options. He couldn’t see any other building on the horizon. The brief thought about safety passed quickly. Her carefree spirit was seeping into him.
They crossed the creaking bridge. A flash of lightning lit up the sky. The wind picked up. They found shelter under the slanting sheet roof of the toddy shop. In the distance, lights blinked, flickering as the wind moved the leaves.
Rony looked in through the open window. The toddy shop had a main hall with desks and benches, two separate rooms that offered some privacy, and a kitchen area at the back.
In one room were five men in lungis and shirts—probably day labourers, Rony guessed—having their fill of booze after a long day’s work. They were looking at them. Rony was sure these were the ones who had been singing provocatively.
One man sitting facing them smiled when Nisa looked, and she smiled back. The man next to him said, “Bravo, well done,” and smacked him on the back.
Something coiled in Rony’s gut. He didn’t like their laughter. He didn’t like Nisa smiling back.
An old man came out to the front. He was wearing only a lungi, his teeth red from chewing paan.
“Hi, madam, sir. Come inside. Why are you standing outside?”
Rony saw Nisa smiling at the old man and then looking toward him. He thought she would wait for him to answer, but to his surprise, she went inside. The old man flashed his paan-stained red teeth at him.
He watched the old man follow Nisa into the room on the left, his eyes lingering on her back. Rony felt a wave of unease — but to his surprise, his cock was erect. She walked into the toddy shop, aware of the old man’s eyes on her. She knew her actions were confusing Rony, but she had to do this—to arouse him. He struggled with performance anxiety in bed. She had googled it while he was asleep. And she had noticed before: the way other men looked at her always aroused him.