Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 49: Out of Body Experience (Mg, rom, cons, oral, ws)

After Emma left for bed, Mom turned to Priya and me and asked, “Is this what both of you want? Priya, can you handle this?”

Priya reached over and took Mom’s hand and replied with a smile, “Mom, I think I knew this was ordained even before we left India. As I said, I talked to Aleeya last night and she’s happy and excited to have Emma as her sister. I truly believe in my heart that this is the right thing to do and will work out for all of us.”

“Sean,” emphasizing every word Dad said, “Can — you — do — this? You’re going to be responsible for three souls. Can you give each girl what she needs to grow to become a well adjusted woman?”

Taking a breath, I responded. “Dad, I’ll make my share of mistakes like any man, but I believe that I can provide a loving, stable environment for my wives and lead our family.”

Satisfied with my answer he simply replied, “Okay then.”

We sat there in silence for several moments, each wondering what next to say. Mom started the discussion with, “Well, I guess it’s time to talk logistics, isn’t it?”

Dad shook he head jokingly and said, “All I got to say is that I’m glad I’m rich as hell because it seems I just keep shelling out for weddings! Sean, why don’t you take Me Ma up on her offer and fill your card? That way, we can get it all over and done with!”

We were laughing when Priya said, “Father, if he did that, she’d probably waste him. Then you’d be paying for a funeral!”

Keeping the levity going Dad said, “No offense, Son, but you’d better eat a lot of oysters and take Viagra because satisfying one woman is hard enough for me. I have no idea what it’d be like trying to satisfy three underage nymphs!”

There was a heavy undercurrent of brevity underlying the jokes. It seemed the humor was the vehicle of choice to alleviate the family altering path we’d agreed to follow.

Mom said, “Seriously, we need to plan this out. Sean, why don’t you take Emma’s passport to the Indian embassy and get her a visa. I think that with her starting school in the fall, it’s best that all of you return to India by the end of the month right after Sean’s birthday.”

Looking around for affirmation and everyone agreeing she went on, “As I was saying, that will give her some time to get settled in a new country, get registered for school and… get married.”

I said, “That’s a good idea. I can renew Aleeya’s visa while I’m there.”

Priya teased me with, “Well you know what you’re getting for your birthday, don’t you?”

Mom quipped, “Yeah, I ought to take him to Vegas: he’s hit the million dollar jackpot — three cherries!”

Trying to defuse myself from being the butt of their humor, I replied, “Please folks, I’m just a victim of circumstance, nothing more.”

Mom, the perpetual stinker replied, “All I’ve got to say is that I’d like to bottle those pheromones you’ve got because I could make a fortune!”

“Alright, let’s get serious now.” Mom said. “John, it’s probably best if I return with them to make all the arrangements for the wedding, help Priya teach Emma what she needs to know and get her adjusted to her new life. What do you think?”

Sighing, Dad replied, “Yeah, I guess you’re right. What do you think: another August wedding?”

With Priya and I nodding Mom replied, “Yeah that sounds about right. It’ll give us almost two months to make all the arrangements. Priya, how do you think your family will react to a white girl as another bride in Casanova here’s harem?”

Everyone gave a small giggle. Mom smiled and said, “Sorry, Son, couldn’t resist: if it wasn’t true, it’d almost be funny.”

As a last minute thought Mom abruptly said, “Oh! Which reminds me Sean, you can get my visa also while you’re at it.”

Nodding I replied, “No problem.”

Priya waited a second to make sure everyone was finished speaking and said to Mom, “I’ll get up early and call Momma. I think she’ll be alright after I explain everything and she knows that Aleeya and I both are in agreement. Emma being white isn’t going to be an issue, but she may be skeptical about a three-wife marriage. I won’t know for certain how she will take it until I’ve spoken to her. She’ll probably ask Me Ma how to handle telling the rest of the family.”

Shaking his head Dad said, “Boy! Keeping the lid on this will take some doing! Joan, what are we going to do about our niece’s Lolita complex? She’s already admitted to having sexual fantasies about Sean and she proved today she has no compulsion about acting on them.”

“Yeah,” Mom sighed, “she has your and Sean’s genes – she’s a real horn dog all right.’

“What? Now it’s my fault she’s precocious?”

“How old were you when you saw your first pussy?”

Dad cleared his throat and replied, “Uh, suffice it to say, it was before we got married.”

To prove her point, Mom cupped her breasts and said, “I was seventeen before a boy even got to touch these puppies and you’re the only male to ever see or feel what’s inside my panties.”

“But boys are different,” Dad rebutted. “They naturally have more needs than a girl.”

Mom gave a wry smile to Priya and then back at him and replied, “So said the chicken hawk to the chick. I rest my case.”

Priya jumped into the fray and saved Dad by saying, “Father, quit while you can. Anything you say can and will be used against you and your marriage.”

Giving up and raising his hands, he replied, “I plead the fifth.”

Moving on, Priya said, “Getting back to your question about a certain Lolita, that’s why I’m going to set down the rules starting tomorrow. Everything is going to change. I will have to rework our schedule so that each of us gets an equal amount of Sean’s time.”

Leaning forward with her elbows on her knees she continued, “Emma’s nights will be her time to cuddle with Sean. On those nights, Sean sleeps alone until they’re married. The fairest thing I can think of is two days a week for each of us with Fridays being a group, just like now.”

Dad (I guess always trying to picture things in his head) asked, “I don’t mean to pry or sound nosy, but do you guys have ah… ah… an orgy?”

Laughing Priya touched my hand and answered, “No, Father, we don’t. We cuddle and just share a loving family night together, that’s all.”

Mom gave Dad a smirk and said, “Now that we’ve cleared that up, where were we? John, I know this is going to be taxing on you, but when do you think you can join us?”

“I can probably get away for about a week, possibly two before the wedding. Somebody’s got to pay for these weddings!” he replied.

“Alright then,” Mom sighed, “I guess that about covers things for tonight. Don’t you think?”

Dad nodded and blurted, “Isn’t that enough? I come home to find my house turned upside down and planning another child wedding! It doesn’t matter if I’m here or in India, there are child brides everywhere. Maybe I should open a plant in Antarctica: no underage girls there… I think.”

Priya, putting her two cents in said, “I don’t know, Father, some of those young girl penguins have some pretty sleek figures!”

Mom shook her head and hit me on the arm and said, “Get outta here, both of you before I paddle your asses. Go to bed, Priya and do something useful like fucking his brains out or something, now get!”

Ending this emotionally taxing day on a healing note, Priya and I rose to go to bed. As we ascended the stairs, Priya grabbed my ass and playfully said, “Tonight, this belongs to me!”

“Please don’t hurt me,” I playfully begged. “Promise you’ll be gentle.”

“Aleeya? Emma?” she said with a giggle, “Eat your hearts out! Tonight, number one wife is in the house!”

Reaching the top of the stairs, Priya jumped on my back and whispered in my ear, “Hope you ate your Wheaties today ‘cause you’re gonna need it!”

I made a playful “Gulp!”

After getting into the bedroom, I closed and locked the door. I turned to see Priya sitting on the edge of the bed leaning back with her hands behind her with that “demon” look in her eyes and I knew it was going to be a very, very long night!

She never took her eyes off of me as she put her right toe behind the heel of her left shoe and flipped off her tennis shoe. She repeated the action with the other foot, removing her right shoe. I pulled my shirttail out and began unbuttoning my shirt as I walked towards her and smiled. She gave me a devilish smile back as I kicked off my shoes and got out of my jeans, hopping on one leg then the other and threw them in the corner.

Stepping towards her in my boxers and socks, she was still in the same position only now, she had her legs extended and was wiggling her sock covered toes. With a dominant, sultry voice, Priya said, “Undress me, you letch.”

With a smiled snuffle, I knelt at her feet and began to remove her socks. Now in her bare feet, she wiggled her toes and I jokingly said as I waved my hand back and forth in front of my nose, “Pee-yuuu! Those doggies stink!”

She simply kept her sultry smile and said, “Well then, I guess you’d better clean ‘em.”

Smiling, I replied, “Yes, Mistress Priya.”

I took her right foot and began sloppily licking the sole. She started laughing and squirming, trying to yank her foot away but I held tight and continued her tickle torture. I grabbed her other foot and started giving the left one the same treatment. She broke free with her left foot and kicked me in the shoulder, knocking me back. Still having a grip on her right foot when I fell backwards, I pulled her off the bed and into my lap.

After the laughter died down, Priya put her arms around my neck and said sexily, “Ravage and defile me, you beast!”

I cupped her butt cheeks in my hands, stood up and flung her onto the bed on her back. Giggling she helped me shimmy her out of her jeans and pulling her up by her hands to sit, I began to unbutton her shirt.

She looked me in the eyes as I stood, took her shirtsleeves and pulled her arms straight up and removed her shirt. I reached around behind her and unhooked her bra and stepped back, pulling it off and away from her arms exposing those beautiful, tubular, puffy-nipple breasts. God I love her small tits!

Putting my forefinger in the center of her chest, I pushed and she fell back on the bed. I grabbed her panties at the waistband and pulled as she slowly lifted her hips. When I got them down just below her vulva, I could smell her excitement. I inhaled a deep breath and took in her scent.

In a coy tone, Priya asked, “Smell something?”

Looking up with a smile, I replied, “Yeah, melted milk chocolate!”

I pulled her panties down and off her feet. I then backed off and sat in the chair to remove my socks. Priya stood at the foot of the bed and unknotted her braided hair. Running her fingers through her hair then shaking her head to fluff it out as she looked at me. Her hair, wavy from being braided, caused me to suddenly get a picture in my mind of her sitting on that black Arabian with her long, wavy blue-black mane. She reminded me of a chocolate brown Lady Godiva and I stared at her for a moment.

Noticing my gaze, Priya asked me, “What are you thinking, lover boy?”

I smiled and replied, “I just got a picture in my mind of you sitting bareback on Kali nude wearing only your long wavy black hair.”

She giggled and replied, “That might be fun, but I’m a shy, sweet and innocent little Muslim girl. If I did that, others might see my chocolate morsels and want a sample.”

With a devilish smile I replied, “Yeah, and every single morsel is finger-lickin’ gooood!”

Covering her sex, she shyly said, “Why sir, how dare you be so bold!”

Continuing the banter with her I said, “You know, they say the darker the berry, the sweeter it tastes.”

Well, I about blew my load because she looked at me with fire in her eyes as she took her right middle finger and slowly ran it through her slit. I watched as she put her glistening finger ever so slowly into her mouth.

Whew! That looked sooo sexy! She pulled her finger from her mouth slowly and she slurped as it pulled from her lips.

With her sampled finger on her lower lip she replied, “Mmmmm, you’re right: sweeter than honey!”

I was so stupefied that when I stood to take my boxers off, my painfully hard dick got caught in the waistband — Shit! No guy gets his own dick caught in the waistband!

It had been almost two weeks since we’d had time together and the sight of my ebony princess was overwhelming to me. I remembered back to our wedding night and I was hotter now than I was then! Realizing I was with a sexually mature tigress that knew what she wants and withholds nothing to get it only fueled my passion.

I stepped to her, cupped her vulva and said, “Mmmmmm. You are so very soft! Right now, you look like a black panther on the prowl.”

With smoldering eyes, Priya took my hand and, leading me to the bathroom, smiled and said, “That’s right! And this black panther needs to be fed!”

I knew that before we indulged ourselves for our own carnal release, her demon needed to be fed first. Once in the bathroom I pointed to the toilet and she silently sat, never taking her eyes off of me.

I figured that she was already hotter than a lava pit so I didn’t reach for the lube. She had that unmistakable look of lust combined with longing, but strangely, also a hint of trepidation. Thinking it strange, I assumed that she was trying to keep things ratcheted down as a result of our earlier conversation. She was trying, but I didn’t think she’d make it.

I knelt in front of her and pulled her legs open slowly. Because she had waited and longed for this for almost two weeks, she now had an imploring look of extreme need. I decided I was going to make it hard on her, but she’d explode even harder as a result.

Priya had her legs open about where she usually has them when we play this game, but I softly said, “Wider.”

Without taking her eyes off mine she spread them wider. I glance down and then again said, “Wider.”

Priya was almost distraught. She wanted to play, to get release, but I was dragging this out. Priya had her legs open about as far as she could comfortably get them. I put my hands on her knees and slowly began to push. Our eyes had never broken contact thus far.

She was now breathing in halted shudders, desperately wanting the game to begin. As I reached the end of her comfort level, she’d make tiny, halted squeaks as the pain of being spread wider increased. Through her halted breaths she gasped out, “It hurts!”

“A little or a lot?” I asked

“A little,” she whimpered.

I looked down and her legs were stretched open about 150 degrees and I could see the tendons stretched and pulling her labia open to expose her weeping honey pot.

Softly, I ordered her, “Don’t close your legs: even in the slightest. If you pee before I tell you to, you won’t get my gift understand?

Nodding in distress Priya uttered, “Yes, sir.”

I started stroking the stretched tendon on the inside of her thigh. She was almost sobbing with distress and begged, “Please sir, help me!”

“Spread yourself for me, Priya,” I asked softly.

Reaching down with snaky hands, Priya obeyed.

I started at her weeping hole and picked up her juices and dragged my finger upwards. As soon as I touched her button, she climaxed with a taut “Uuuuh!”

It took us both by surprise and she let go of her pussy lip with her right hand and put it on my shoulder to break her fall forwards. She rested her head on my other shoulder as she calmed down from her orgasm. Regaining her composure, she sat back up and pulled her right pussy lip back open.

“You were a very bad girl,” I said as I shook my head and finger at her. “Because you climaxed before I allowed you, you need to be punished.”

“Please, Sean,” she pleaded. “Please don’t torment me. I’m very needy right now.”

“Too bad,” I said as I pushed her legs open to the point of distress. Her legs were now so far apart her engorged clitty looked like a knife point protruding through a board.

I licked my finger and with the lightest touch, I barely brushed the tip of her clit. Her need was so great it looked almost like her button tried to grow as I withdrew my finger. Her legs were quivering and she was shaking with anticipation. I repeated the feather touch and Priya pleaded, “P-leeze, Sean! I’m begging you!”

Smiling, I softly said to her, “Are you ready?”

“I’m about to burst!” she panted.

I started at her opening and began to drag my wet finger upward again to her engorged nubbin. Drawing circles around her clitty, she heated up quickly. I left her clitty and she moaned, “Noooo! So close, pleeeeezz!

“Good things come to those who wait,” I replied.

I reached her opening and began to slowly finger fuck her. She started rotating her hips slightly, but she couldn’t move much because of her obscenely stretched position, and started her climb back up Pleasure Mountain. I pulled out of her pussy and she desperately moaned, “Nooooooooooo!”

I silently smiled as she looked into my eyes and I dragged my finger down to her nether hole. Slick with her dripping juices, I traced circles around her little star. She was quickly reaching the top and was shaking. Her legs were quivering and I looked down to see her urethral opening pulsing open and closed as she tried to hold back her flow. She was seeping drops of urine by now and was lividly desperate.

I softly asked her, “Ready”

Biting her bottom lip with tears spilling down her cheeks, she urgently nodded.

She was so close, that her upper body was swaying in time with her heaving gasps. Right when I thought she was ready, I pushed my middle finger up her ass as far as it would go, and at the same time said, “Pee for me, Priya.”

When she felt my finger in her ass, Priya cried out, “Oh gawd!”

As she burst forth like a fire hose, she just shivered and shuddered as she peed in spurts. Her anal ring kept clinching me in quick, short spasms. She just kept cumming!

Panting and unable to speak Priya fell forward as all her pent up energy released. I put my arm around her and held her gently as her spasms subsided and her breathing returned to normal. When she’d relaxed enough and the spasms stopped, I slowly pulled my finger from her back door and held her. Priya whispered, “My God, that was so intense!”

Having regained her composure, she looked at me with pleading eyes and asked, “Feed me, Sean. You know I’ve been without for so long.”

Smiling and her, I silently stood and taking Priya’s hand, led her to the shower. Once inside, she fell to her knees looking up wantonly and growled, “I’m so thirsty for this, I need it, Sean!”

She almost swallowed my dick and tapped my leg. I released my bladder and she began to drink with an addict’s sounding “Mmmmmm,” pinching me off and again drinking until I had given her all I had to give. When she’d finished, she reverently kissed the head of my dick, released me and stood.

We kissed passionately for several minutes. We broke the kiss and silently smiled at one another: nothing more needed to be said. Priya donned her shower cap and I adjusted the water for our shower.

After showering and toweling each other dry, I picked her up and carried her off to bed. I laid her on the bed and just looked at her. I gazed at her medium chocolate brown complexion and the darker color of her nipples and vulva and I am still in awe of her beauty!

I thought to myself that, whether she is dark or light like Emma, she’d still be a ravishing beauty! Priya sensed I was admiring her form and gently moved herself into a sexy pose with her left leg slightly raised and bent at the knee, laying her left arm above her head and her right hand demurely on her stomach wearing only a soft, inviting smile.

With reverence, I gently cupped her breast with the flat of my hand, her tubular shaped puffy nipple poking up and out between my thumb and forefinger. With a soft sigh I complimented her by saying, “You are the most beautiful creature that I’ve ever seen!”

Yes! A beautiful chocolate blush!

When she blushed, Priya shyly lowered her left arm and covered her face. I leaned down and kissed the protruding nipple in my hand and she gasped, slightly raising her chest in response to the contact.

She brought her hands down and held my head as I nursed. She sighed, and with a sound of tears in her voice said, “Oh, Sean, I love you so completely! I feel so close to you when you’re nursing. I want to feed you every drop of love in my heart!”

Unlatching from her breast, I sat up and smiling said, “You are the most incredible woman I’ve ever known. You’re beautiful, intelligent: much more intelligent than I, and I can’t live without you!”

I changed positions and lay down beside her. She looked at me softly and smiled. I felt a twinge of sadness while looking into her eyes. The sadness in knowing there was two of her, just like there is two of me: the demonic side and the side that loves and can express that love.

Knowing a little bit more about myself, life and love, I asked myself, Aren’t there two sides in all of us? Priya has her demon and I have mine: but what about the rest of the world? I consider myself a moral and loving person. Surely we all have a demon of some sort we hideaway in the closet of our minds, not wanting the world to see, don’t we?

We entwined each other in a loving embrace as we began our dance of love. I leaned over her and kissed her passionately.

As we started our dance, I had what I believe was truly a spiritual moment. This moment was so overpowering, I wanted to share it with the world; or at least, ask a room full of people, Have you ever loved someone so much, you can taste the sweetness of it on your lips, or to smell the light aroma of your shared love as it seeps from the pores of your mate like a soft fresh bouquet of wildflowers? Have you ever felt that tiny, noticeable tingling on your skin without even touching?

As I kissed my wife and soul mate, the world seemed to melt away and the only two people in the universe were she and I. Like with Aleeya, I began to lay feather kisses all over her face: her forehead, her eyes and cheeks, her nose and mouth. I lightly took her upper lip in my mouth. Letting go, I did the same with her lower lip and pulled away slightly, stretching it. I let go of her lip and dove into a passionate kiss.

I wanted to taste her so much I covered her small mouth entirely with mine. When I swept my tongue under hers, she shuddered and moaned into my mouth. At that very moment, I vowed to myself to hit every one of her “hot spots” and hopefully find some more.

Withdrawing from our kiss, I kissed and lightly bit her chin. In response, Priya tilted her head back with an “Mmmmm.” With just the tip of my tongue I licked down the center of her throat to stop with a swiping lick into the depression of her larynx. I dragged the tip of my tongue around the base of her neck and up behind her ear. I licked her left ear and came to her lobe and gave it a tender nip. She sighed and whispered, “Oooooh that’s nice, very nice.”

I kissed her left shoulder and kissed my way across her collarbones to her right. I lifted her arms over her head and began to kiss her right underarm. I gave it a feather light lick and she gasped, “Oh God did that tingle!”

(Found a new one!)

I traced a trail with the tip of my tongue from her underarm down her side and made a swiping lick on the underside of her right breast. With the very tip of my tongue I traced circles around her breast pad and continued to spiral upwards around her tubular protruded areola and ending with the slightest lick right on the very tip of her nipple and she shuddered. Priya gasped, “My god! I felt that deep inside me!”

I licked my way over to her left breast and administered the same treatment with the same responsive delight. With her arms lifted over her head, Priya’s deltoid was stretched taut and made a hollow in her armpit. I lightly licked up the line of the taut muscle and she jerked, driving her hips down into the bed and arching her back upwards and with halted breaths gasped, “Oh sweet torture!”

I was in a spiritual-like state and it seemed as if her feelings and emotions were flowing right through me. I engulfed her entire left breast in my mouth and held it there, as I savored the feel of her bulbous puffy nipple in the back of my mouth.

I softly sucked her entire breast for several moments then pulled back and began to suckle at her bulbous areola gently pulling and suckling like a newborn latched at feeding. Filled with emotion, my tears of immense love fell to her chest as I drank from the well of her heart. Feeling my tears drop, she gently enfolded my head in her arms and reassuringly said as a mother would to a child, “Drink my baby. Drink the sweet milk of my love and devotion. Drink… Drink…”

I released her breast and alternated kisses and licks down the center of her torso from her sternum to her navel. I sucked in her depressed little dimple and released. I then kissed my way down to her mons. When I came to rest with my mouth engulfing her fleshy, baby soft mons, Priya rotated her hips up to invite me to take more. Placing my mouth over the precipice of her mons and both of her labia, thereby enclosing her entire clitoral hood and button, I gently sucked in both of her lips. I could feel her little button as it was pulled out of her crease.

Priya arched her back, gasped and climaxed. It took us both by surprise because she shuddered twice and gasped, “Oh my!”

I then grabbed her ankles and pulled them up to rest against her butt. I turned and began to make love to her foot. I kissed her ankle and then with a very light, long single lick, I went from her heal to her big toe. I licked circles around her big toe, then sucked it into my mouth. As I gently sucked on her toe, she quivered and said softly, “My god, I can feel my womb contract!”

(Another one: that makes two!)

Well received, I repeated the treatment on her other foot with the same, pleasurable results. Leaving her foot, I licked my way up the inside of her calf to her knee. I lightly licked the folded crease behind her bent knee and began to lick my way to nirvana via the inside of her thigh.

Priya instinctively knew that I wanted her more exposed, so she wrapped her arms around the underside of her thighs, grasped her ankles then pulled up and outward, spreading herself completely open to my ministrations. I licked the crease between her thigh and her left lip several times with a slow, long sweeping lick from bottom to top. I moved to the same crease on the right and did the same.

Priya was slowly pulling her pelvis up, wanting me to move to her center, so I made a sudden swipe from her perineum right above her flowered star to stop at her grotto and plunged my tongue inside as deep as I could thrust. The suddenness of it caused Priya to explode. She jerked her legs back thrusting herself onto my tongue and locked up, trapping my tongue like a vise. The moment she came, she groaned out a guttural “Uuhhh!”

Her vaginal muscles were clamping and releasing with such force, every time she’d momentarily relax, her trapped juices would flow onto my tongue. I lapped her nectar as she spasmed and shuddered.

My tongue was wasted and spent like a rag but I felt wonderful inside to see my wife bask in the pleasure I’d given her. My cock was so hard it was actually a throbbing bluish purple! At that moment I wanted her, needed her, more than I wanted or needed anything in my life!

I fisted my cock and rose, towering over her tiny, flawless chocolate colored frame. Even almost obscenely open in lewd display, she appeared almost angelic to me. She was panting with desire and a deep loving, longing hunger to feel me inside her.

I placed my cock at the entrance to the center of life and ever so slowly sank into the depths of her love. Priya exhaled a huge breath of air and a whispered “I love you” and tears started to fall from the corners of her eyes and slowly trickle down her temples only to disappear into her beautiful black hair.

Priya’s pussy was so gloriously hot! I entered her so slowly I could feel every tiny, minute texture on the inside of her vagina. I came to rest as I ever so lightly brushed her cervix.

She rotated her hips up slightly to direct me under her cervix and into her fornix. Once she had me in her “special place,” she slowly let go of her legs and did something she’d never done before. She slowly lifted her feet so as to keep me in position and placed her feet under my arms.

She began to slowly rotate her hips and rock her cervical mouth over the head of my cock. Doing so twice, Priya shuddered and softly said, “You’re home, my darling, you’re home.”

I was now having an “out of body” experience. I could feel our spirits soar through the heavens like two red kite falcons entwined in flight. As she rocked, the indescribable sensations felt so incredible I could feel the pulses of energy from her body through mine deep in my core. I was enveloped in a sudden flood of warmth so soft and ethereal it was like it was there, but it wasn’t.

I cried out my love for her as my tears cascaded down onto her breasts, “Oh, Priya, I love so my beloved!”

I bent my arms to try and kiss her, but she’s so much smaller than I that I could only kiss her forehead. She gently took my face in her hands and whispered, “Consummate our love. Cum for me, Sean.”

Just hearing those words I erupted with a roar that was probably heard throughout the house! With the deep loving intensity of the moment, Priya locked her legs around my waist and thrust upward, stretching her vagina and forcing another inch of me inside her. I spurted four times and dryly tried to give her more. She’d work her muscles and milked me as I spasmed inside her. She’d quiver, shudder and clamp. Quiver shudder and clamp. Quiver, shudder and clamp.

With every sequence she’d whisper in my ear as she gently held the back of my neck, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” ending with, “So hot, so lovingly hot!”

Having poured my life into her, I rolled to her side next to her. I turned and lovingly enfolded her in my arms. Having experienced something beyond words, we said nothing as we held each other: we simply wept tears of joy at having been blessed to share such a spiritual union.

After several minutes of silent embrace, we separated. I was saddened at the thought of this experience coming to an end. Like life or the sands of time, these precious, fleeting moments of marital spiritual bliss are there for but a moment: a moment frozen in the memory of our hearts to someday be recalled with fond remembrance.

Still silent, I reached over and turned out the light. Priya draped herself over my left side and snuggled up under my arm resting her leg on my thigh and her hand on my chest.

We lay like that in silence for several minutes when I lovingly said to her, “I don’t know if we’ll ever be blessed to share moments like this again in our lifetime; but I want you to know that I could never love anyone as much or so completely than I love you at this very moment in time.”

I felt her smile as she softly said, “And I love you more.”