Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 28: Parties and Debauchery (Mgg, rom, Mg, cons, oral, anal, ws)

After awaking and completing our morning ritual, the two girls and I said prayers and went downstairs to breakfast. Aleeya was jabbering a mile a minute about her fitting this afternoon and we all listened with smiles and acknowledgement.

Mom and Dad were a little quiet. So, in order to help take away some of the tension from last might’s revelation, I spoke up saying, “I dropped off Priya’s visa packet yesterday and Paul’s secretary said Priya would get an appointment date in about ten days.”

Mom and Dad perked up at that, and Dad said, “Wonderful, I can’t wait until summer when the three of you can come to the States so Priya and Aleeya can see their home there.”

Mom smiled at Priya and Aleeya and said, “Yes, we even have horses there that you can ride!”

Both girls were happy and Priya said to Aleeya, “I’ve never ridden a horse before. We can learn together!”

Aleeya clapped her hands together and replied, “Oh goody, goody, I’ll get to ride a horsey!”

Dad laughed and said, “You certainly will, Child.”

Mom reminded Priya not to be late for the fitting and I told Mom that it was going to be close getting the girls there at four. She said just to get there as soon as we could.

Everybody hugged and kissed each other goodbye, and Dad left for the office while Priya and I left to pick up Sarah and Haseeba for school. Mom and Aleeya stood in the doorway waving goodbye as we left.

When I got to the office, Dad was with the lawyer. The lawyer and we ironed out the details of how the educational trust would be structured and managed. Dad said it would be better if his firm in Washington D.C. handled the execution and management and I agreed.

Dad was otherwise pleased with my handling of the operations and some of the improvements I’d made. I asked Dad about Mahmoud, and whether he’d hired him. He said that Mahmoud would start work on Monday. All in all, it was a satisfying and productive day.

I left a little early to pick the girls up from school to make sure I was there on time. Like clockwork, the girls were out the door within a minute or two of the last bell ringing. They quickly piled in the limo and we headed to the seamstress’ for the fitting.

As usual, the groom can’t see the bride, so I sat in the car going over some paperwork for about an hour until the girls were finished. Aleeya rode home with us and we dropped off Sarah and Haseeba before heading for home.

Aleeya was getting anxious and was hyper waiting for her henna party. Evidently, the girls had convinced her that it would be a fun time, and she didn’t seem worried anymore about staying at Adib’s for two days.

The pre-wedding party was more like a family gathering because the only people from my side at this party, besides me, were Mom and Dad.

Aleeya sat at the dinner table next to me on my left with Priya on my right. As is usual at this party, the bride-to-be mingles around the room with the guests and she looked lovely.

Aleeya had on a beautifully hand painted sari that was emerald green and red while Priya’s was a shimmering blue with gold trim. Mom, Salima, Sarah and Haseeba wore plain saris of turquoise, pink, blue and light brown respectively.

Mahmoud saw Haseeba and asked me who she was. I told him she was a classmate of Sarah’s and that she’d be turning eighteen in about a month. He said he found her to be very beautiful. I told him she was getting over some personal issues, as was he, and that if he was truly interested in her - and I reiterated that if he were - it had better be for honorable intentions because I was her guardian. I’d talk to her and see if she was interested in a possible relationship at this time.

I introduced them to each other and left them to talk. I mentioned it to Adib and Salima, and they both thought that maybe, just maybe, she might like the attention of a male suitor, but that she was concentrating on her studies. I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Well, let’s let nature take its course and see where it goes.”

I pulled Sarah and Priya aside and told them that Mahmoud took a fancy to Haseeba. They looked over at them talking and began giggling, and Sarah said, “If it doesn’t interfere with her college plans, she just might like a boyfriend.”

I asked the open question of the girls, “By the way, how old is Mahmoud?”

Sarah said, “I’m not sure, but I think he’s thirty-two.”

Priya said, “I think they’d be good for each other. Uncle Mahmoud is a good man, and with the mistakes he’s made and feels guilty about, he’d be very apt to accept Haseeba’s circumstances. Talk to her, Sarah and see how she feels.”

As with all girls, Aleeya bathed in delight at being the center of attention, even showing everyone her necklace and displaying it proudly on the outside of her pallu. The dinner was nice, relaxed, and best of all the tiny bride-to-be was on cloud nine.

That Monday when Priya and I picked Sarah and Haseeba up for school, there were lots giggle and whispers. Of course, being a lowly male, I wasn’t privy to the topic of discussion.

After school that afternoon, it was more of the same. Both Sarah and Haseeba gave me shy blushes and smiles when they exited the car. I asked Priya, “All right, are you going to let me in on it or have you told them something else kinky about me?”

“No, silly,” she giggled, “we were talking about Uncle Mahmoud and her. She thinks he’s good looking and funny to talk to. We teased her saying that if she married him, she’d become our aunt! That’s what we’ve been laughing about.

“Seriously though, she’s interested, but she really wants to get her nursing degree, and about the other thing. She said she’d feel too much shame to tell him about what happened face to face. That if she could ever get the courage to tell him and he didn’t want to have anything to do with after that, she’d fall apart. The main obstacle I see is that she’s not Muslim. It is frowned upon for a Muslim man to marry a non Muslim.”

Nodding, I replied, “She’s lived in a Muslim environment for a while, maybe she’d be open to convert is she became serious about Mahmoud, but yeah, I can relate to the other thing. If he rejected her she’d probably become so depressed because it would bring back all those horrible pictures of herself everybody’s worked so hard to help her to overcome.”

Priya said, “Anyway, it’s too soon to talk of such things. But you started this, so I think you should tell him her past yourself and if he doesn’t want to see her again, then we can make up some excuse why it isn’t the right time for either of them. If he does, then Sarah can tell her about Mahmoud’s troubled past and see what happens. If it gets to the point where they might get serious, then they’ll have to deal with the conversion to Islam.”

“Okay. I’ll wait until he approaches me about her again before I bring up the subject or say anything.”

“All right, I think that’s best.” she replied.

The day of Aleeya’s henna party, Priya and she were packing her clothes and she sat on the bed and started silently crying. I walked to the bed and knelt, holding her in my arms and I asked her why she was crying.

She said, “This is the first time I’ll be away from you and Priya and I don’t want to leave you.”

I smiled at her and replied, “But it will be the last time. From our wedding on, you’ll be with me forever. I think God makes us part for a short time to make us think about what our lives would be like apart and that only makes our love stronger. Can you understand that?

“It’s not to be mean or cruel, but to make us closer. You need to be a big girl and think about what your life will be like with Priya and me forever. Think loving thoughts and remember this: whether we are together or apart, no one can take away our love and keep our hearts apart. Do you believe that?”

“I do, I do. I really do!”

“Then think those loving thoughts and be a brave little bride for me. In a couple of days, you’ll be mine forever and ever. I love you, Aleeya, I always will. Don’t ever forget that!”

I took her cheeks in my hands and gave her a closed mouth kiss as passionate as I could while still being tender.

“I love you, Sean. I’ll make you proud of me and be a good wife. I promise with all my heart!”

“I know you will, Baby. That’s why I asked you to marry me!”

She softly laid her head on my shoulder and quietly said as she looked over at Priya, “I’m ready for my party, Sister.”

Priya scooped her up in her arms and said gleefully, “Let’s go have some fun!” and carried her downstairs in her arms as I picked up her bag. I dropped Mom, Priya and little Aleeya off at Adib and Salima’s for the henna party and was again met at the front door, this time by Sarah. She said, “You know the rules, stick out your hand.”

Laughing as I did so, I said, “No cobras or anything is there?”

Laughing she said, “No, just a wet brush full of henna.”

She painted the dot, and said, “See you in two days, Brother.”

Again, I marched my open, henna painted hand and myself to the car and went home: probably to more teasing.

When I got there, all the men were standing around drinking tea making small talk. When they saw me come in, they greeted me with manly jovial gestures and some light ribbing. It was all kept pretty tame because of Aleeya’s age.

Towards the end of the evening, I asked Mahmoud, “Do you have any advice on marrying a light skinned Indian girl?”

Mahmoud was sitting in a chair next to where I was sitting on the couch. He took a drink of tea and I thought to myself, Here comes another story!

He looked around the room and at Dad (who had the lightest skinned wife of all of us), paused a moment, scratching his chin like he was thinking and said, “No, not really. It seems to me that no matter whether they’re light or dark, we all somehow become toe sucking pussies and turn over the purse strings!”

With everyone in uproarious laughter, Dad said, “Amen to that, Mahmoud! You know why?”

Mahmoud, looking puzzled and asked, “Why’s that?”

Dad said, “It’s that hair, that one, single little hair!”

Mahmoud thought for a moment, smiled and said, “No, John, I don’t think so.”

Dad said, “If it’s not that, then what?”

Mahmoud smiled, scratching his chin again, looked at Dad and said, “I think it’s the way they cook the fish. We just can’t seem to get our fill!”

Leave it to Mahmoud to come up with that one!

Laughing, one of Salima’s brother-in-laws said, “But where do they hide it? A man can dig forever and never find the damn thing!”

Dad, after quelling his laughter fit said, “That reminds me of a joke I heard in the army. How many animals can you find in a woman’s pussy?”

Everyone thought for a minute and Mahmoud said, “I don’t know, how many?”

Dad said, “Well, there’s a pussy, a kitty, a beaver, a clam, possibly a thousand crabs… and a fish nobody can find!”

More uproarious laughter was heard all around. My dad — who would have thought.

The party broke up early about eleven and Priya and Mom came in shortly after that. I asked Priya, “How’d it go? Did she have fun?”

Mom started giggling along with Priya and said, “It was a real chore painting that little worm!”

I laughed and said, “Why, what happened?”

Priya said, “When the artist started painting, the brush was tickling her feet and she kept squirming in a laughing fit. Then, when we got her feet painted and started on her hands, she kept moving them so the artist had to clean an area off and start all over again.”

Mom giggling said, “Poor Aleeya wasn’t immune to Me Ma’s naughtiness either.”

I rolled my eyes and asked Priya, “Oh boy, what’d she do this time?”

Priya said, “Me Ma asked Aleeya if she would share you with her because she’s been looking for a beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed boy for herself.”

Dad smirked and asked, “What’d she say to that?”

Mom, looking at Priya and smiling said, “She took it better than Priya did. She told her grandmother, ‘You’re a big girl, go find your own. Sean belongs to me and Priya.’”

Surprised, I said, “She didn’t!”

Priya said, “She did. Me Ma started to cry fake tears and asked Aleeya if she’d help her find one and Aleeya said she’d ask you if you had any cousins.”

I asked Priya how she took it when they left. Priya said, “You’d have been proud of her. She kissed Mom goodbye and then put her arms around me and said, ‘In two days, I’ll really be your sister and my dreams will come true, won’t they?’ I told her, yes, they will. She kissed me goodnight and asked me to give you a kiss for her and I promised I would.”

Dad, rising from his chair said, “Well, all’s well that ends well. Let’s go to bed. I’ve got to find that fish.”

Mom shot him a surly look: she knew what he meant. Priya looked at me and went, “Huh?”

I said, “I’ll tell you later. Let’s go to bed.”

With that, we all rose to go upstairs.

When we got upstairs, Priya undressed like I’ve never seen her undress before: very sultry, hot and sexy. When she stood naked at the foot of the bed, she said in a low, hungry tone, “It’s not right they we are intimate the night before your wedding to Aleeya. I may not have you for a week and I need you so much, I feel like a raging furnace inside! Tonight, I’m pulling out all the stops! Tonight, I’m gonna be a nasty, filthy, bald pussy, little black whore!

“You’re gonna suck on my little girl titties and eat my brown, bald, baby pussy, and taste my little chocolate ass. Then you’re going to fuck my baby black ass so hard, it’s gonna hurt. After that, you’re going to fill my ass so full of piss I’ll look nine months pregnant!

“I’ll let you rest, then I’ll suck your dick down my throat even if it kills me and I’ll drink your cum! I’ll let you rest some more, then your gonna fuck my pussy slow and long and fill me up ‘til it’s running down my ass! I’m gonna give you a chocolate overdose, so you’d better get ready because tonight, your dick is mine!”

Her impassioned lust almost scared me! I’d never seen her like this, and to hear it come from a twelve year-old girl so lewdly and hungrily made me instantly hard. I thought about Aleeya for moment thinking I may not even HAVE a dick on my wedding day!

She seductively crawled up on the bed, lying on her back, and began running her finger around her clit hood. That little pink nubbin was already angrily showing its head!

She looked at me directly with pure lust and said, “Get undressed and get up here and suck my titties and eat my bald baby pussy!”

I got undressed smiling thinking of the wild night of unabashed sex ahead. I crawled up on the bed like a tiger stalking its prey and bent down and kissed her passionately.

She broke the kiss and in an impatiently angry voice said, “Don’t bother kissing me just get to work!”

That remark not only shocked me, but it really hurt me.

I got up off the bed, grabbed her by the arms and lifted her tiny frame off the bed so that she was hanging in mid air and I brought her face a few inches away from mine with a look of pure anger in my eyes.

She looked directly in my eyes, and she truly looked terrified. I angrily said to her, “Do I have your attention?”

She nodded, shaking with fear.

I said, “Good!”

I flung her onto the bed and she landed on her ass, breaking her backward fall by putting her hands behind her. I sat on the edge of the bed, now a little more calm and began.

I said to her, “Look. If you want to be nasty, fine. If you want to be raunchy and kinky, that’s fine too. If you want to choke yourself on my dick, go for it! It’s even okay with me if you want to ‘play’ the whore, but there’s one thing you better never ever do to me again!

“A whore or a man with a whore will never kiss each other because a kiss is personal and an expression of love. Don’t you ever - and I mean ever - treat me like some john paying a 5-rupee whore to get to work and get it over with! You once told me that no matter how worked up we get and how hard we make love, you can always feel the love between us.

“If you want to be taken in all three holes and fucked until you can’t stand for a week, I’m game and ready to go, but we’ll do it as husband and wife: with love being the fuel of the evening. If we do it, we do it my way, with love or we don’t do it at all. Do you understand?

When you told me not to kiss you; you made me feel like I was with a whore — not my wife. You hurt me; don’t ever do that again!”

I must have been yelling loud enough that I heard Mom through the bedroom door say, “Sean, is everything alright?”

I yelled back at the door, “Go back to bed and mind your own damn business!”

Priya picked up her robe, flung it on, and ran out of the room. I could hear her feet quickly pad down the stairs. I was still seething mad and just sat on the bed shaking. After a couple of minutes, I put on my robe and went downstairs to my wife. Priya and Mom were sitting at the dining room table talking and Priya was still in tears

Mom said, “Sean, she’s really distraught, talk to her.”

Priya had her head lying on the table in her folded arms sobbing. I rubbed her back and she jumped in my lap putting her head on my shoulders crying, “I’m so, so sorry, Sean! I never meant to hurt you! You know I love you so much, I would never ever do anything on purpose to damage that love. You’re my life, my breath and my soul, I just can’t bear that I’ve hurt you. Can you ever forgive me?”

I looked at Mom for a moment, and said softly to Priya, “Just because I was angry and hurt, I could never stop loving you! I can understand, I think, why you said what you said. You just got carried away and didn’t think of what you were saying.

“I could never stop loving you anymore than I can stop breathing and continue to live. Just remember what I told you. Passion can be a very powerful emotion, but we must always remember that the intensity that fuels that passion gets its heat and driving force from love, not lust.

“I know where your heart is, and I know you really didn’t mean it the way it sounded, but it hurt me. I forgive you, and you know I forgive you. I can’t stay mad at you; I love you too much for that.”

Mom chuckled and we both looked at her as if to say, “What?”

She said, chuckling, “You two are truly a married couple now!”

Priya asked, “Why do you say that?”

Mom replied, “’Cause you’ve just had your first fight! A couple really isn’t a couple until they’ve had their first fight!”

We all laughed and Mom said, “There’s only one thing left to do.”

Priya asked, “What?”

Mom laughed and said, “Get your asses upstairs and kiss and make up! Now go! Git!”

With our first fight mended, we all rose and headed to our respective bedrooms. Priya hugged Mom and said, “Thanks.”

Mom just smiled and nodded.

We got into bed, and Priya turned over facing away from me, spooned up against me. I reached under her arm and tweaked her nipple and asked her, “Do you still feel like being my bald pussy little chocolate harlot?”

She turned over facing me, grabbed my dick and said hungrily, “In the worst sort of way!”

I turned Priya onto her back and began to kiss her face. She again became the wife that was soft, loving but enflamed with the heat of passion. As I kissed her face and nibbling her chin, neck and earlobes, she moaned out, “Oh, Sean, I need you tonight so completely!”

I sucked in her right breast and her breast was hot! Her nipple was harder than I’d ever felt it and she hungrily fed herself into my mouth arching her back into me and pulling my head by the hair onto her chest. She shuddered and said, “My God, it’s like the first time! My titties tingle down to my toes! I love it when you feed at my breasts. I feel so much love for you!”

I was impassioned and after feasting on both her breast buds, I hungrily licked my way to her vulva. I relished the smooth, hairless softness of her mons, and she pulled her legs up reached inside her legs and grabbed her ankles.

Looking at her obscenely open sex, with the flat of my tongue I started at her asshole and licked a long, slow swipe up to the top of her mons. She cried out, “Oh, Sean, you don’t know what you do to me!”

I pealed open her chocolate petals and her clit was fully extended and an angry color of pink. I flicked it three times and she came almost immediately, bucking her hips up to my mouth with gasping “Oh God, yesss!”

I traveled back down and began to suck up her copious flow and started to tongue fuck her little cunny. She had put her feet back on the bed and was forcefully fucking herself on my tongue. I turned my tongue upwards and as much as I could (because she was flexing her cunt muscles) and began to tickle the top of her vagina. She clamped her legs shut and eeek’ed out a whine and said, “My god, I’m cumming again. It feels like my womb is collapsing!”

Priya was flowing like a river and I sucked as much of her flow as I could, but it was like a wellspring that never stopped flowing. It was so strangely erotic to see this opaque, almost translucent white cream against her light chocolate colored skin. There was already a wet spot on the sheet about a foot in diameter under her butt!

I lapped up the seepage that was running down her perineum and began to rim her little dark brown star. While doing so, I left my mouth open and just let her flow run into my tongue and into my mouth. I drank as I licked, I pushed my tongue into her ass, and she pushed her ass off the bed and said bawdily, “Oh yesss, taste my ass, so nasty, so very fucking nasty!”

I was twisting my tongue in her ass, “Oh, Sean!” she cried out, “you make me feel so perverted, but I love it so!”

I couldn’t hold out any longer, my cock was aching and the head actually was an angry purple it was so engorge with blood! I rose up, grabbed her ankles and put them on my shoulders and lifted her ass off the bed by her thighs and pushed. Priya grunted as she bore down to receive me and I thrust into her ass about three inches. She let out a huge out take of breath and gasped out, “My God! You just ripped my asshole open!”

After about ten strokes, I wanted to crawl inside her and fuck her! Her ass was on fire! She was so hot; it felt almost like being immersed in a pot of boiling water! The position she was in, her butt cheeks were mostly closed. Priya is a tiny girl, thin and very flexible, so I grabbed her ankles, pulled her to the end of the bed and stood with her ass hanging off the edge of the bed. I pushed her legs completely back and over her head with her calves alongside her head.

I began to pound into her ass and my balls were now slapping against the back of her ass. She cried out, “Oh my God, Sean, you’re so fucking deep, you’re pushing my insides against my lungs!

I just kept grunting as I pounded into her. She let out a huge out take of breath with a “Uuuh” each time I bottomed out. Her back was arched off the bed and she was cupping her breasts with her hands. She cried out, “Sean, you’re pushing against my bladder, I’m gonna pee myself!”

I angrily said through my panting strokes, “Then piss yourself because I’m not stopping!”

I continued to pound into her ass with lustful abandon. I was fucking her with such force her tight, distended ass ring was pulling away from her body about two inches! Each time I bottomed out, she’d give a “Uuuh” and a squirt of piss would shoot up and out of her urethra in about a six-inch arc. I kept going. Seeing myself fuck the piss right out of her, I felt my nuts pull up and she said, “You’re swelling, give it to me! Fuck your cum deep inside me!”

I howled (probably loud enough to wake the dead) and at that very moment, Priya locked her sphincter. I felt a huge pain in my balls as my cum was trying to force its way out and I felt it explode out of my cock on the other side of the restriction.

Priya went catatonic with a look of complete sensory overload and just spasmed, milking with such force, each time she clamped herself shut, it was painful. We were both completely drenched in sweat and her skin looked darker with the wet sheen covering her.

When she started to regain her senses, and I still stood, buried in her ass, she rubbed her stomach and reached down to feel that she had indeed pissed herself. Still zoned out, she looked at me and said, “Every time you pulled out, it felt like you were pulling my guts out! Did I really pee myself?”

I gave her a devilish smile and replied, “You sure did! I fucked the piss right out of you! How’s your ass?”

“My ass is okay but my insides are a little sore.”

“Are you ready? I’m gonna fill you to the brim!”

She got that evil, devilish grin on her face and said, “Do it! Fill me up!”

I slowly began to release my bladder and when she began to feel the hot fluid seep into her she began to shudder and immediately had another orgasm. As she intermittently shuddered she moaned out in that demonic guttural voice, “I’m such a perverted slut! I always cum so hard knowing you’re pissing in my insides. God I love it!”

I hadn’t pissed all night and with all the tea I’d drunk, I must have pissed a quart into her. Her belly started to distend and she really did look about four or five months pregnant.

She threw her head back, holding the underside of her belly, feeling it swell, and moaned out, “It’s so fucking hot and I’m so full it hurts!”

The hydraulic pressure must have been immense because she locked her sphincter so tight to keep herself from leaking; it felt like my dick was being cut off.

I carried her to the bathroom and we cleaned up and took a shower. I fell on the bed, completely exhausted. I checked her ass to make sure she was all right. I couldn’t believe it; her tiny ass although a little red and inflamed, looked fine with no signs of bleeding. Feeling better that I hadn’t hurt her; all I wanted to do was sleep. Priya laid herself across my body and we both fell asleep.

About three, I awoke with a hard on and the feeling of being sucked. I looked down and Priya was indeed giving me a blowjob. She tried to push my dick down her throat and almost threw up. I told her to go slow and when she felt the need to gag, to swallow and then gently push.

After a couple of false starts and gags, she managed to get the head of my dick just past her gag reflex. She began to get the hang of it and relaxed more. After about ten strokes, she had about two inches of my dick in her throat.

Being seven inches, there was still about three inches outside her mouth, but because her throat was so small, she couldn’t fit anymore. Satisfied with herself that she’d taking at least part of me into her throat, she was content to work with that.

I guess having an IQ of 152 has its advantages because it didn’t take her long to find a slow, easy lunge that put me into her throat and she began to lick the underside of my cock with her tongue as she swallowed. I had never felt anything as tight as when she massaged the head of my dick with her throat muscles.

She added a new twist to things when she would swallow and begin to make humming sounds. That set me off! She felt me start to swell so she pulled back, took a deep gasping breath and plunged my cock into her throat and began milking the head of my dick with her swallowing actions. I thrust my hips up off the bed and fired directly down her gullet while she just kept swallowing my head.

Priya pulled off my dick with a huge gasping intake of air. She then pumped my cock slowly, licking up the seepage as it was forced out of my dick. She ended by taking the head into her mouth and softly sucked, but I had to push her off saying, “My God, no more!”

Priya climbed up alongside me and kissed me and I could taste myself when we kissed. She pulled away from the kiss, smiled and said, “I told you I was going to swallow your dick tonight and I did! Not bad for a twelve year-old, huh?”

Smiling, and just wanting to sleep, I whispered, “You sure made a believer out of me!”

I must have fallen right to sleep, because that’s all I remember. About five, I awoke to the feel of hands pressing on my chest. I opened my eyes to see Priya holding my erection and inserting it into her pussy. She was looking between her legs and once my dick was in place, started slowly rocking her pelvis as she slowly started to take me into her depths.

Once her little butt cheeks were resting on my lap, she laid down on my chest and put her arms around me. She had worked me into her fornix and softly said to me, “Let me do the work. I need this so much and I need you to feel my body love you from deep within me. I’ve never done this before, but I think I can do what I want to do. Just relax and feel me make love to you.”

I lay still with Priya lying on my chest just feeling the enveloping heat of her pussy. For several moments, we lay there not moving, just embracing. She slowly started to alternately tighten and then relax her vaginal muscles.

Every so often, I’d feel her quiver, and then she began to somehow squeeze my dick from the head rippling down to where her opening was. Priya’s vagina isn’t that deep, and can only take about five inches of me, but she was actually slowly jerking me off with her vaginal muscles.

She clung to me and every now and then would kiss my chest then lay her head back down again. She whispered to me, “Sean, my whole body burns for you so! I don’t know how I’m doing what I’m doing, but it’s my heart guiding my body. Please darling, never forsake me!” she was crying.

“The morning after our wedding night, I felt that for the first time in my life, there was someone for me: that you were mine and mine alone. I have tried with all of my heart to show you the love and the passion that burns within me and keep the promise I made on our wedding night to withhold nothing from you.”

She lay silent again and began to milk my cock with greater pressure. The feeling was indescribable! She was working her muscles with such effort, that she’d moan a “Uuuh” with every ripple.

I told her I couldn’t hold it any longer, and she felt me swell and said softly, “Cum for me, Husband, cum for me.”

It was a soft, slow and very sensual release that seemed to be drawn from within me by her muscles. When she felt my ejaculate flush against the end of her fornix, she began to quiver and held me tightly around the chest.

I felt her tears on my chest as she milked me dry. Her climax ending with little quivers that rippled along the length of my dick. When we’d both relaxed after our soft orgasm, she just lay there weeping.

I hugged her lovingly and said, “That was the most sensual experience I have ever felt! Why are you crying?”

She didn’t answer for a moment and began to speak. She softly said, “The day I got married, I thought that it would be you and me together forever; that you were mine and no one else’s until the end of time. I truly believe in my heart that God’s plan for me is to share you with my sister wives, but inside, there’s a part of me that’s afraid.

“Afraid of the unknown, afraid of my sister wives: will you find them more appealing? When Aleeya matures, will you find more delight with her breasts or the feel of her embrace? Will the feel of her pussy around your dick bring you more pleasure; will her ass be better than mine?

“And what of the third wife whom we know not: will she be even more delightful to you? All the fears of being the dark one sometimes creep back in my mind and make me feel less pleasing in your eyes.

“God has shown me that this is not true, but a part of me still is afraid of losing you, can you understand that? That’s why I was so hungry for you tonight. To somehow prove to you that no one can love you the way I do or ever could.

“Every time you cum in me, whether in my mouth, my ass or my pussy, it feels like I’m being given your essence: the essence of you that creates life. You give me new life whenever I receive you, does that make sense?”

“It makes perfect sense, but you need to realize something very important. I cannot live another day without you, and I mean that from the very bottom of my heart. Without you, nothing else in my life matters.”

“I will tell everyone tomorrow that the wedding is off, but you will have to tell Aleeya. You have convinced me and made me see many things: things about me, about life, and things about our life together.

It was you that convinced me and everyone else that marrying Aleeya was the right thing to do for the right reasons. It was you that said I’d take another wife. It is you that’s convinced everybody: my family and yours along with me by saying the right thing, at the right time, for what seemed like the right reasons that all of this is the right thing to do.

“All of this is because of your vision from God and no one else’s. We don’t see it, but everyone that knows you, trusts you enough to believe that what you say is for the best. I need to know from you now, whether this is right. I meant deep down in the pit of your soul, the right thing to do.

“Not even God Himself can reclaim the love He’s given us to share! I can live my life to death being happy with only you. You have taught me that I can marry and love Aleeya and give her what she needs without having any affect whatsoever on our love. That’s how I feel.

“I can fully understand how you feel because even though I can marry Aleeya, I have had feelings of sadness and some guilt that I have somehow been put in a situation of unfaithfulness to you.

“I WILL NEVER FORSAKE OR LEAVE YOU, AND MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL NEVER WAVER OR DIE! Having made this promise to you, you need to tell me: is this the right thing to do?”

Priya looked at me with tearful eyes, smiled and said softly, “My heart needed this night and to hear these words from your heart to set my fears to rest. Marrying Aleeya and another when that time shows itself is truly the right thing to do, and we will do it together in complete and total love. Now hold me to sleep and I lie here on top of you with you inside my body and filled with your essence. Tomorrow, we go forward in life to our destiny together.”

We kissed passionately, she laid her head on my chest and that’s the way we fell asleep.