Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 11: Making it legal (rom, cons, ped, D/s, oral, ws)

Priya and I awoke at 7:30am. She giggled and said as I pried my dick from her cum encrusted thighs, “That’s what you get for abusing me.”

We showered, and said morning prayers. Today, we were going to the civil ceremony and make our marriage officially legal. We then went downstairs to breakfast. I dressed in a black suit and Priya wore a red, hand painted sari with dress sandals. Her hands and feet still bore the henna painted designs although they were starting to fade. Mom and Dad were also dressed: she in a pink business suit and white blouse and Dad in a grey pinstriped suit.

Breakfast was light and the conversation relaxed. I started to tease Priya a little about how we ‘preconsumated’ our marriage. She got a little bent by it and responded with, “ Would you like to ‘unconsumate’ the waiting period?”

Mom, the stinker she is, jokingly retorted, “You go girl! Hit ‘em where it hurts: right in the boxers!”

Dad smirked and said, “Now, now children. Play nice.”

I apologized and told Priya, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

She was still a little hot and said, “Don’t joke about my loss of innocence like that. What we did, we did in the sight of God, sanctioned by God. I take that very seriously!”

Realizing I was wrong I said, “I’m truly sorry, I didn’t think before I opened my big, fat, smart mouth. Do you forgive me?”

With that, her anger subsided and she said, “Well, I don’t know what the inside joke is yet, but if you suck my toes, all’s forgiven.”

All I can say is that it was very fortunate that both my parents had their napkins to their mouths because Dad sprayed his napkin full of coffee and Mom had to spit out her bite of food to keep from choking, and then they both went into a laughing fit. I sat there with mouth open, and then smiled. I guess she knows how to use that 152 IQ!

Having been put in my place, Priya glanced at me from the side and giggled. Touche’.

Priya, Mom, Dad and I met Adib and Mahmoud in front of the municipal building about 9:45. Everyone exchanged salaams, and we gave Priya, her Papa and Mahmoud a few minutes to hug and talk. Dad pulled Adib and Mahmoud off to the side to speak privately for a few minutes. All three of the men looked at Priya, then me, and busted out laughing. Priya looked at me and said, “What’s so funny?”

Laughingly I said, “Never mind, you’ll probably find out at your homecoming.”

All of us then proceeded into the building and up to the magistrate’s office on the second floor. We waited outside his office while Adib went inside. A few minutes later, he came out and motioned us in.

We entered into a large office with a little, bespeckled man sitting behind a big oak desk. He motioned us forward and without looking up, said to Adib, “You know this is highly irregular, but we have ways to sort these things out, huh?” He looked up after shuffling some papers, pulling one out and looked first at Priya, and then me. He started by saying, “You two wish to be married today?”

Priya and I both responded together, “Yes sir, we do.”

He then said, “Alright. Let us begin. Groom, repeat after me: I Sean Michaels take you, Priya Haaseem to be my lawful wife.”

I looked at Priya with love and repeated the profession.

He then said, “Good. Now bride, repeat after me: I Priya Haaseem, take you, Sean Michaels to be my lawful husband.”

Priya looked at me lovingly and repeated the man’s words.

He then smiled and said, “Wonderful! You are now husband and wife!” With that, he scribbled his signature on the license, handed it to me and said “Sign, then Priya, then the witnesses.”

We did as requested and handed it back. H then placed a seal on the certificate and handed it back to me saying, “Go in peace, prosper and have many children!”

I handed the certificate to Dad (who gave a sigh of relief), turned and kissed Priya.

We left his office and once on the street, Adib said his goodbye to Priya, and then said he’d walk to work. We said our salaams and tearfully, he turned and walked away. Priya had tears in her eyes also. Mahmoud hugged her to his chest, and with a wicked smile, looked at me and said, “How’s my dark skinned little princess now that you’re legally married?”

Priya looked up and said, “What’s with the dark skinned stuff?”

He smiled down at her and said jokingly, “It’s just that you’re a special breed of woman, right Sean?”

I smiled back, continuing the inside joke and said, “That’s right Uncle; she sure is.”

Dad broke up the exchange by saying, “Mahmoud, where would you like to go: to Adib’s place, home, or would you like to come over to the house for a while?”

He bowed slightly and said, “No thanks, John. I have some matters to take care of here in town. Besides, I’m sure the love birds would like to have some fun.” With that, he hugged Priya and said his goodbye in Tamil. We then said our salaams and he hailed a cab and left.

Getting into the limo, Dad suggested we all go to the office to meet a few people before Priya, Mom and I left for the day, and so we agreed.

We shared a celebratory toast of champagne (Priya and I had Cokes), and soon pulled up in front of our company business office. When we entered, I guess Dad had phoned ahead and folks were aware of their new boss’ marriage because everyone was on their feet clapping and shouting their congratulations. Priya, hugging my arm gave a nice ‘chocolate blush’ as we said thank you to all.

Dad introduced us to the corporate officers and we chatted for about an hour over a buffet lunch. Priya proved her salt as Dad, Mom and I watched her with admiration as she mingled, speaking Tamil and Hindi to all the bigwigs, occasionally showing off her rings to the females. For all her demons (and mine), I couldn’t help but think how remarkable she was, and how fortunate I was to have her as my wife.

After the little soirée was over, Dad said he’d stay at the office, but for us to be ready at six to go to the restaurant for dinner. We said our goodbyes to everyone and Priya, Mom and I headed for home.

When we got home, Priya took our marriage license, put it inside the leather bound Koran my mother had given us along with her prenup and Nikaahnama.

She then got very serious and Mom and I looked at each other quizzically. Priya then got down on her knees, bent and kissed my foot. She then sat back on her legs, looked up at me in front of my mother and said, “I am forever bound to you and you to me. I have given you my innocence and you shall have the first fruit of my womb. I will never let you go - never. Mark my words, Sean, my love is far deeper than yours, and I accept that. You may not believe me, but time will prove me correct. For riches or ruin, our futures are forever bound together.” Tearfully, she then got up and went to the bathroom.

Mom looked at me and said, “I don’t know what that was all about, but I’ll tell you one thing Buster, you better not fuck up. Got that? That eleven year-old girl is ‘scary smart!’ She knows something about you that I don’t, and all I’ve got to say is don’t you dare fuck things up with her! You took her as a child and I’m telling you: you’d better die with that girl in her old age!”

I was in shock over both Priya’s actions and profession and my mother’s admonition. I looked at Mom and said, “Mom, I can’t imagine ever being without her in my life. Somehow I know she’s my salvation in this world.”

“You just remember my words, Son,” she replied.

I then went to the kitchen to make us some tea. I heard Priya come back and tried to listen in.

When Priya came back and sat down, Mom asked her, “What was that all about?”

Priya looked at Mom and said, “I can’t explain why I did what I just did, but I just had a vision that showed me a tiny glimpse of the future. Somehow, Allah has made me realize that my future, whatever it is, is tied to Sean’s. I’m smarter and stronger than he is: just as you are smarter and stronger than Father. We use that superiority to propel our husbands to success silently and willingly; without us, they would certainly falter. Am I not correct?”

Mom sat dumbfounded and said, “Are you sure you’re not a forty year-old woman hiding in the body of a child?”

Priya smiled and replied, “We are what we are, and Allah has brought us together for a purpose; just as you and Father together bore Sean, and brought all of us to this place and time. I didn’t realize it that until we got home.”

Upon hearing Priya’s words, she confirmed what I had an inkling of when we first met and started courting. In her struggle to overcome the discrimination she had experienced along with all the same insecurities we both shared, Priya was smarter and quicker than me, and by observation, also more socially adept. I knew in my heart that we would be forever bound to each other and that any salvation I might obtain from the lurking beast within me would be through her. How did Mohammad live with a child bride and not be caught up in the perverseness of it all? I had to research this further.

I then returned to the dining room to serve the tea. Mom changed the subject and suggested that I go to the U.S. embassy and apply for Priya’s permanent residency, just in case I had to return to the States for whatever reason in the future. I agreed that it was a good idea and that we’d do it tomorrow, but I’d like to take Priya to school today and change her information. She would be starting school next week and that was a more immediate issue. We agreed and got ready and left for Priya’s school.

When we arrived at school, there were some upperclassmen already taking summer courses and hanging around the outside and in the halls.

I guess that this was Priya’s day to begin to rub some of her former tormentor’s noses in the fact that she was now arriving in a limo and walking into school with a tall, blonde haired, blue-eyed man carrying a briefcase. Many just stood with their mouths open and gawked; some even noticed her henna covered hands and feet.

There were a couple of eavesdroppers that followed us to the office and stood outside to get the scoop. Once someone overheard that we were married, the busybodies scurried off to spread the gossip. We left to the same line of gawkers we’d met on the way in. I told Priya, “This is going to be an interesting school year, isn’t it? Do you think you’ll be okay?”

She giggled and said, “Yeah, don’t you just love it? Mark my word, I’ll really show them and finish my last two years and graduate at the end of this year!”

I told her, “Don’t write a check with your mouth your brain can’t cash.”

Priya laughed and said, “Just remember the number 152!”

I chuckled and said, “Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten. That’s what worries me!”

Priya just giggled and kissed me.

We arrived home in enough time to freshen up and say our evening prayers when Dad arrived home. We were standing in the living room talking about how we were received at the office when Dad gave Priya a hug while turning to Mom and jokingly said, “Joan, I have to tell you, I learned a valuable lesson in business today.”

Mom sipping her tea, smiled and said, “What’s that, dear?”

Dad chuckled and said, “If you can’t buy an asset, marry one!”

The rest of us realized he was talking about Priya, and chuckled over the comment. Dad didn’t see Priya’s ‘chocolate blush.’

Dad went on, “Everyone at the office was impressed with Priya’s poise and charm. There were several comments to the effect that people would trust Sean even more because they felt he was in tune with their culture and customs having married an Indian girl. Surprisingly, no one mentioned her age. In fact, they commented on how much Priya would be an asset to Sean in the future.”

Remembering their earlier conversation, Mom looked at Priya, and the both smiled at one another.

We had a nice dinner at a swank restaurant, thanks to Dad. While watching the interaction between Mom and Priya, they didn’t seem like mother-in-law and daughter-in law, or even woman and child, but as close friends and confidants. I began to wonder what my mother really knew of my inner feelings or ‘defects.’ My mind wandered back to that day in the park when Mom said to me, ‘she could feel what I felt and thought.’ Her earlier admonition stated categorically that she seemed more protective of Priya than of me. Maybe she understood Priya better than I did in that, for all her poise, charm and outward maturity, the lack of real life experiences that comes with being eleven years old made Priya more vulnerable to be adversely influenced: both in her public and intimate personas. I was broken from my contemplation when Mom smiled and said, “Why so quiet, Sean? Cat got your tongue?”

“No,” I quipped, “I’m just watching you two carry on like a couple of old married biddies.”

Mom and Priya just looked at each other and giggled. A twinge of paranoia crept in and I quickly said, “Sharing more secrets?”

I think they both felt my paranoia because Priya looked at Mom, and then back at me. Mom, not really wanting to let the comment go, but also not wanting to give me any relief said, “Yes as a matter of fact, I’m learning a few tricks from your wife.”

Dad seemed to miss the reparteé.

I quickly changed the subject by turning to Dad and said, “I’m going to the American embassy tomorrow to apply for Priya’s spousal visa and permanent residency. Do you have any contacts that might help our cause along?”

Dad replied, “No, but Adib gave me the name of an Assistant Secretary of State in Washington that he’s dealt with regarding expediting visa issues for Indian nationals. He told me to have you direct the American consul to his man in Washington. I’ll give you his name when we get home.”

The rest of the dinner finished on a relaxed note without any further questioning comments from me or the women. Dad paid the check and we headed for home.

Once home, I think my earlier comment was lingering on both women’s minds because Mom said, “So Sean. How do you feel about married life so far?” She was looking me directly in the eyes.

Dad gave Mom a look of ‘where’d that come from,’ and looked at Priya and me. Priya looked at me, awaiting my reply.

I looked at my mother, as if to say, “Why are you doing this to me?” and said, “Honestly?”

Still staring back at me she said, “Honestly.”

I looked at Priya and then with a sigh, looked down and said, “All my life, I’ve felt like I was in control. I was smarter and quicker than others, never felt like I was playing ‘catch up.’ Now, I guess I feel a little insecure because I know that Priya seems more in control than me, more confident. I’m supposed to be the strong one”

Priya rushed and hugged me saying, “Sean, that’s not quite true. I may be smarter than you, but your acceptance of me has given me a freedom to endear myself to you. My strengths will support your weaknesses as surely as your strengths shall cover mine. I can share all the secrets of myself with you and you still love me. Surely you can’t be threatened by my strength. I will never hurt you!” Trying to console me with honey rather than salt, she smiled and finished with, “Besides, didn’t you say that behind every successful man was a smart woman telling him what to do?”

While holding her, with my chin on the top of her head, I chuckled and said, “You’re right. You always seem to be right.”

With that, Dad said, “You two had better get some sleep; you’ve got a long day ahead of you tomorrow.”

We looked at Mom and Dad and I said, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” With that, Priya and I said goodnight and went upstairs.

While Priya was unwrapping herself from her sari, I quickly undressed and sat on the bed and watched her finish undressing. She was oblivious to my gaze while she softly hummed a tune and disrobed. Why did I feel so inadequate outside the bedroom, but here, in our bedchamber, I felt such a compelling desire to control her. She had given me a taste of total control last night and it fueled my demon, my lust and my thirst to dominate her childlike charms for my pleasure.

Did making her feel helpless to her desires give me a feeling of superiority over her? Was I training her to depend upon me to satisfy a hunger she felt only I could sate? How can I quell the beast inside me and separate it from my undying love for her? I thought of Mohammad, my faith and what he might have done. Whenever I see her undressing, I’m obsessed with a ravenous hunger to possess her…. God help me.

Once naked, Priya walked over to stand between my legs. She smiled and me and pulled me to her breast. When her breast touched my cheek, I shuddered inside with thirst. Like a hungry babe, I latched onto her breast and immediately began to suckle. She shuddered, enfolded my head in her arms and whispered, “Oh Sean, as you thirst for my milk, my thirst to feed you is unquenchable! Feed my hunger for you and in return, take from me what you will.” Shuddering, her words almost made me explode! I released her tasty bud and kissed the very end of her distended nipple and looked up at her with passion.

Priya blushed, and then softly said, “Make nasty with me. My little cunny is burning to be nasty for you. Please… I need it so! I’ll do anything you want, just accept me.” She was quivering as she spoke.

With her words, She had given me domination over her, and the beast inside took it. I surmised that by relinquishing herself to me, she was telling me that in secret - no matter how much the outside world saw her as the stronger one, I had total control of her innermost carnal desires. I slowly stood up, towering over her and said, “Kneel.”

Both of our demons were out in the open and they hungered to be fed. Priya closed her eyes, her chest heaving in a deep exhalation through her nose, slowly knelt placing her hands on my thighs and looked down.

I said to her in a soft voice, “Look at me.”

She looked up at me with a pleading look, and I said, “Is this what you want?”

In a meek whisper, she replied, “Yes,” and as tears began to roll down her cheeks, still looking up she softly said, “Please, if you promise to always give me this one desire, and always hold me closest in your heart despite my weakness and accept even this, then yes… this is what I desire.”

I said. “So be it. You will always be first in my heart and in your words, forever bound to each other. From this day forward, you will never pee without my permission. Whether together or apart, in public or private, you will obtain my permission to relieve yourself. Do you understand?”

Priya, quivering as I spoke, looked down and said, “Yes sir.” Still looking down, she softly whispered, “Sir, may I pee for you?”

I took her hand and she stood with eyes down and I led her to the bathroom. I retrieved a cup and some KY jelly, lifted the toilet seat and bade her to sit with her legs open. I knelt between her legs and placed the cup on the floor to my left. I then squeezed a dollop of KY on my right thumb and told her to open herself for me.

Priya looked at me with longing as she stretched her pussy lips almost painfully wide, wanting to perform for me and I could tell she really had to go. I said to her, “Don’t begin to pee until I tell you to. Do you understand?”

Without looking away, she nodded. Her need for release, along with the anticipation of not knowing what I was going to do made her cock her head in a pleading way. I reminded her by saying, “Remember, not until I say.”

She again silently nodded.

I then told her, “Lean back, but don’t take your eyes off of mine. Do you understand?”

Leaning back, her eyes still locked on mine, she again nodded.

I placed my thumb on her clitty and began to slowly rub in circles around her little nub. She quivered at the sensations and immediately began to weep from her little cunny. Priya was in a tizzy, because she became heated up rather quickly, and as she began to ascend the pinnacle, she fought to maintain control of herself. Her chest was heaving up and down with every heavy breath she took through her nose; her eyes sadly pleading with me for release. She moaned out “Please sir, I beg you, let me pee for you, I need to pee!” Her legs were shaking, trying to hold back her flow when I said softly, “Pee for me Priya.”

As I attacked her clitty with my thumb, Priya burst forth with a sudden and forceful flow. As soon as her urethra opened, relieving the pressure, she shuddered and came really hard and screamed out “Oh my God!”

I immediately pressed my middle finger over her opening hard - really hard, closing off her flow while still forcefully attacking her clit with my thumb. She began shaking and cried out “Nooooo! It burns! I can’t stop coming! Please let me pee for you: PLEASE!” Priya was having a continuous orgasm and crying out, “Please, Oh please sir, let me finish for you, I’m bursting inside. Please, please, please, I beg you, I need this!” She was now sobbing out her pleas. I released her opening and she burst forth like a fire hose! The relieved pressure only seemed to increase her orgasm because after the initial release, she went into a series of spasms along with the spurts that followed grunting a guttural “Uuuhh” with each contracting spasm. Priya was in another universe and didn’t see me place the cup in her flow, filling it.

Having relieved her bladder and trying to recover from her orgasm, her leg muscles twitched for a few moments as her breathing began to normalize in deep, heaving pants before she totally relaxed. Priya then released her labia, and let her hands fall between her thighs.

When Priya opened her eyes, she looked at me through a sated glaze and I asked her to sit up. She struggled to regain control and then slowly sat erect, looking directly into my eyes. I took the cup and drank all but a sip. She shuddered as she looked on. I handed her the cup and she looked at it for a moment, looked at me and took the cup in two shaking hands. Looking at her, I said, “Drink from the well of your desire.”

She pressed the cup to her lips and drank the remainder. She then handed me the empty cup with shaking hands and pleadingly asked, “You are the master of my desires. Will you always love me or will you abandon me for my need? I so love you with the purity of a little girl’s heart, but I have an evil inside me. Please don’t hate me or forsake me. I have no one else who can accept this desire within me. It would never be the same with anyone else.”

I kissed her tears and said, “I could never hate you, nor will the wedding vows we made be broken. You are mine and I am yours. For riches or ruin, I will never leave you — ever.”

She put her arms around my neck, laid her head on my shoulder and began to cry. As Priya wept on my shoulder, I was filled with revulsion. Revulsion that I had taken the power over a child that the beast inside me craved; and revulsion that I had succumbed to dominating my child bride for my own lascivious ends. What repulsed me the most was that a single fact still remained: my struggling desire for child flesh. What of the future? Would I even desire to see my adult wife pee for me and quench the fires of her demon?

What started out innocently as intimate fun and games had corrupted the pure spirit of a child in her effort to please her husband. I had fed that corruption like a pusher holds reign over a crack addict. I thought of hell, and the Bible verse that said, “Woe unto he that leadeth a child astray.” I felt as though opening that creaky door to my subconscious led me spiraling down to another level depravity. I struggled within myself to make things right and release her, but that demon inside my brain kept whispering, “You have the power, don’t give it up!”

Does good always triumph over evil? Even the apostle Paul wrote that God had afflicted him with a “Thorn in the flesh, the messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I should be exalted above measure.” How did he or did he overcome his? I clung to the only thread of sanity I felt I had, and that was the genuine love I had in my heart for the little girl in my arms. I hugged her close and kissed her shoulder somehow knowing that she truly was my salvation.

Priya softly said into my shoulder, “Do we all have demons to struggle with?”

I lifted her to look at me and said, “We all have our demons, but remember this: we have each other and our love. We never have to face them alone.”

She softly smiled and said, “Then love me, Sean, never stop loving me; you’re all I have. Don’t ever leave me to face my demons alone.”

Kissing her nose, I smiled and said, “Never.”

I rose and pulled her to me and into the shower. I gently washed her body, and then washed her luxurious mane of blue-black hair then Priya washed me. We toweled each other off and went into the bedroom.

Once in bed and lying next to her, I took in her chocolate brown beauty. I reflected on the moment I first laid eyes upon her, and I felt a peace. Priya lay there with her arm over her face breathing softly as I traced feather touches over her chest and circled her breasts. I studied with amazement at the wonder and beauty of my developing woman/child. Standing straight up, reaching for the sky like a sapling yearning to grow, her fledgling breast buds were pointing the way through puberty. Even in the infant stage of growth, they were as sensitive and responsive as a woman twice her age.

With the flat of my hand, I took in the smoothness of her skin: its texture, its softness, warmth and rich color as I stroked down to her mons. I twirled the soft fine hairs in my fingers, and then, cupped her soft, velvety vulva in my hand. Priya then exhaled with a soft, barely audibly gasp. I again took in the cashmere softness of her labia as I gently stroked downward. Rotating her hips upward, I felt the wetness of her desire. My woman/child needing my touch as a suckling child needs the breast. I pressed gently into her folds, and found the opening to her grotto. As I slowly pressed my finger deep inside, Priya shuddered and moaned, “Oh Sean, I love you so much!”

I decided then that she would be in control tonight. I pulled her on top of me, and her mouth softly found mine. Her lips were hot and her breath even hotter. We kissed slowly and gently with deep loving passion. Her tiny tongue slowly swirled, searching the inside of my mouth.

Priya then slid down my body to lay her warm, wet slit on top of my erect phallus with her head flat on my chest and her hands on my shoulders. I could hear her softly panting and felt her rotate her hips back and forth over my cock as she stimulated her little button. She then pulled her knees up to rest her legs alongside my waist and sat up. Looking between her legs, she gently lifted my cock and after sliding it back and forth over her clit a couple of times placed it at her entrance and seated it just inside her. With her left hand on my chest and her right holding my member, she began to slowly impale herself on my cock. She brought her left hand down my body to rest on my right side and her right hand on my left hip. Looking into my eyes with a gentle love, she began her up and down thrusts to receive me into her depths. When she touched her cervix, she stopped and lay down on my chest.

Priya then began to slowly rock her pelvis up and down, clasping and releasing me creating intense sensations on the head of my dick by rubbing the mouth of her cervix back and forth across the head of my dick. If her ass was hot and tight, her pussy was glorious! Much wetter and velvety soft, her contractions afforded me to opportunity to feel every ripple along the five inches of shaft inside of her sending tingling shocks down the entire length. Her breathing was deep and heavy but controlled. The feeling on my cock was indescribable, and I wasn’t going to last much longer!

When she rotated her hips upward, pulling me inches away from her cervix, she’d grip my cock and put extreme friction on the back of my glans. When she rotated back down, she’d relax, rubbing the tip against her cervix. I was in sensory overload: I just couldn’t speak! Priya felt me starting to swell inside her, panted twice and softly uttered the first words we’d spoken in our slow dance of love, “Come for me. Come for me, Sean.” She squeaked a soft tone, locked my spurting cock to her cervix and whispered, “Yes! Yes! So warm, so wonderful!”

Priya wrapped her arms around my chest and held me, silently clasping and releasing, milking then sucking my balls dry with her little pussy! I could only hug her to me and make involuntary thrusts up into her as she clenched me tight holding my throbbing cock within her depths.

For minutes we lay there, arms holding each other, my cock involuntarily twitching and she, slowly gripping and releasing my cock. We didn’t utter a word, for there were no words to explain what we’d just shared. I now knew what she meant by truly being of one spirit.

Hearing nothing, but feeling the wetness of tears on my chest, I sensed Priya was crying. I gently rubbed her back and asked, “Are you all right?”

She nodded on my chest and softly said, “I know now that I am truly loved and accepted. My dying wish to Allah is that I die joined and with your seed inside me.”

With tears in my eyes I replied, “You cannot imagine how much you mean to me! No matter what our demons are, no matter what lies ahead, I would die without you in my life and in my bed.”

She didn’t look up, but said, “I am a woman, your woman, in a child’s body; but with your words, I feel safe in my heart as I feel your essence drain from by body, you will always be there to fill me to overflowing.”

I do not know how many times we will ever share this fleeting moment in time again, but having to return to the world of the living with its pain, suffering… and demons brought s sudden sadness to cling to this union, if but for just another moment.

Slipping out of her with a sense of not wanting to let go, I felt our union drain from her body and onto mine.

Priya became her happy giggly self and rose from the bed. I loved to watch her little chocolate cheeks bouncing as she padded to the bathroom! I heard the faucet turn on and watched her carefully clean herself. She returned with a warm cloth and began cleaning me.

On her knees next to me while wiping my cock, she giggled, gave me a nice ‘chocolate blush,’ and said, “You know, it may seem silly, but I’ve learned something that’s very important to me about my body tonight.”

Curious (after all that had transpired), I asked, “Oh yeah, what’s that?”

She looked at me seriously and said, “You can fuck my ass any time you want, but when we make love, you only do it in my pussy. My ass is for your pleasure, but my pussy is for our love and to bring forth your children.”

Stunned by the simplicity with which she made her statement, I looked at her and said, “I don’t think it’s silly at all.”

Priya sweetly smiled, reached over and turned off the light. She settled into a spooning position and said, “Hold me.”

I put my arm around her chest and cupped her breast and she giggled and said, “Not there silly,” and placing my hand between her legs said, “Here.”

Lying in the dark for a couple of minutes, Priya whispered over her shoulder, “You know, you never did pee for me.”

She squeaked when I squeezed her pussy and said, “Tomorrow’s another day now go to sleep you little harlot.”

Giggling, she said, “Goodnight, husband.”

“Goodnight, wife,” I replied. “Now go to sleep!”