It’s Not My Fault
Copyright© 2026 by SexyPreeti
Chapter 1
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 1 - My name is Preeti and I am writing this story on behalf of Nandini. Please note, this is a slow burn story so don’t expect full sex very soon. Be patient with me because I will take you thru a detail of her real life and the way it evolved. I hope you all enjoy it and show me your love with your likes and comments.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual True Story Cheating Polygamy/Polyamory Indian Male Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Foot Fetish Hairy Public Sex Indian Erotica Slow
My name is Nandini and I am 27yrs old. I have been married for five years to Ramesh who is 45 years old. It was an arranged marriage as this is our custom. We live in a small town in south India but I grew up in the big city.
My husband’s alliance came highly recommended by my relatives, so the marriage was quickly finalized without delay. I only saw his Ramesh’s before marriage and he seemed like a nice man. He is tall, dark, handsome. Kind of everything you desire in a good looking husband.
We have a two-year-old daughter now. My hubby is a well-established businessman and has no interest in sex. Maybe Ramesh has no interest in having sex with me but that’s a topic for another day.
The only time I remember Ramesh fucking the hell out of me was during our honeymoon right here in this house in our bedroom. I don’t know why or how, but he was an animal for those three whole days.
My dream honeymoon started with me waiting for Ramesh sitting on our flower decorated marital bed with high expectations. I was all decked up in gold and diamond jewellery from head to toe wearing an expensive bridal Kanchipuram silk saree.
Ramesh entered past midnight highly intoxicated and pushed me down roughly on the bed like I was some cheap whore waiting to be used and abused. There was not a word spoken. No romantic talks. Just nothing at all. He forcibly ripped my expensive bridal dress to shreds.
The force with which he tore off my clothes left injury marks all over my body. I was being tossed around like a toy all the time. Most of my jewellery went flying in multiple directions. My dreams of an ideal romantic honeymoon were trashed.
He handled me with such force that it felt like I had multiple ligament tears making me scream in pain. Without any foreplay he lined up his cock and pushed it inside in one hard thrust making me scream my lungs out.
My first penetration was extremely painful and caused lots of bleeding but despite that Ramesh continued to pound me unrelenting. The next 20-30mins were pure torture. I was hoping and praying that someone in the house would come to my rescue but no help came.
Ramesh ravaged me countless times all night and then every day for three full days. My pain or screams had no effect on him. It looked like he was deaf to my pleas and all that mattered to him was raping the hell out of me. Maybe he had taken Viagra or something like that for those three days.
All that I can remember is he didn’t care about my condition and raped me brutally again and again and again ... I was served tea and food on the bed but no one bothered or took pity seeing my condition. For the most part of my honeymoon, I was literally passed out but that didn’t stop Ramesh from continuing his repeated assaults.
It took me more than a week to get out of bed and another full week before I could walk again normally. From that day till a few years later till I got pregnant, he didn’t miss a single chance to bang me whenever he felt like it. The day I told him about my pregnancy, he stopped. Like he didn’t even touch me again.
In a way I felt relieved because of the horrendous ordeal which I experienced till date. In my seventh month of pregnancy I went back to my parent’s place for my delivery. I stayed there till my baby girl turned one. Then I came back to my in-law’s house.
I was missing sex but what transpired was that same repeat rough banging experience. Thankfully it was not so frequent now. Ramesh banged me whenever he felt like it which was very unpredictable. My in-laws had moved to their own house leaving us to live on our own.
I wasn’t enjoying this rough sex but like they say some sex is better than no sex ... Within six months of me returning to my husband’s house, my sex life had nearly come to a standstill. Even if Ramesh fucked me once in a few months then it would be a very big deal.
Then some months later I began feeling the urge for sex but that remained an unrealised dream. Ramesh has a horrible temper and the silliest of things can trigger him. So I didn’t have the courage to ask him or even hint him for sex.
Maybe I am the abnormal one because I have a strong urge for sex now but I can’t help it. After all I am also human at the end of the day. Ours was an arranged marriage so there is nothing I can do about it now. All I can do is to accept the way my life is and to live with it. Because of this, there is no love between us...
Just a pure mechanical arrangement where we are living like husband and wife under the same roof for the sake of society. He loves our baby girl a lot because in his family and extended family she is the first female child to be born. Now we have sex so rarely that I can’t even remember when was the last time we did it.
Even when we do have sex on rare occasions, it is the same ruthless banging experience which I got on my honeymoon. I have never experienced foreplay with Ramesh even though I am desperate to experience it...
It is always an occasional rough boob press a few times followed by outright rough penetration and machine gun type frantic hip movements till it’s all over. Despite all this, just the anticipation that my hubby is finally in the mood for sex gets my juices flowing.
This itself makes my pussy wet enough to not cause me pain when he pushes his erect cock inside hard and rough. I have been reading stories on this website since a long time because I too yearn and dream about enjoying REAL good sex one day ... My knowledge of sex is limited to what I have read in the stories.
In real life, the only type of sex I know about is the way Ramesh bangs me. The only position I know is missionary for the same reason. I am yet to experience my first proper orgasm with Ramesh leave alone the mind blowing or earth shattering orgasms which I have read about in so many sex stories.
I think you need to really enjoy sex with your partner to experience an orgasm but with Ramesh, it is just hard and rough banging. So I resort to reading stories here and fingering myself to satisfy my urges because that is the only best choice I have.
I simply don’t have the courage to look outside for sexual relief from other men. You can call me a coward or whatever, it doesn’t matter to me. By this time, I was also on anti-depressant medication to keep my sanity ... I have read all stories by Preeti and many other authors.
Quite a few of those stories particularly about Sabitri, Karishma, Reena, Laila and Anita really intrigued me and quickly became my mainstream fantasies. I was now horny all the time visualising myself to be the lead character in those stories and the intensity of my orgasms greatly improved.
But we all know, the orgasms you experience when masturbating yourself compared to the ones you experience while being with a real man is beyond comparison. My frustration fuelled by the urge to experience really good sex was driving me insane with each passing day.
I was getting irritable for no reason. I felt compelled to reach out to Preeti regarding her stories. I finally got in touch with her to understand if what was written in her stories were fantasies ... I was shocked and surprised to learn that all her stories were based on real life incidents.
So if it was written there then it actually happened in someone’s life ... Then I shared the details of my life and other details with her. She confidently came back telling me that if I wanted then I too could also enjoy life like the women in her stories.
The best part was she was willing to guide me to experience everything I dreamt about. Then I shared with her all my challenges and restrictions and the small town which I live in. Despite this, she still stuck to her statement with full confidence saying it was still very possible.
All that I needed was to make up my mind to take the plunge. I took some time off to think about this because for me this was going to be a very BIG life changing decision. I had to consider all the risks and consequences that came with it. One small mistake and my marriage would be ruined.