Chapter 22

Our conversations were overflowing with lovey dovey romance now. We had kissed each other so much during this time that my entire lipstick was transferred on to daddy’s face and lips.

Daddy took me in his arms and said “I should have simply married you the moment I saw you Usha darling”. I blushed heavily again listening to this because this was the most romantic thing I had ever heard from him.

I replied “so what is stopping you from making me your wife now daddy darling? We have already done everything that a husband does with his wife ... so...”.

Daddy held my face and said “yes I know Usha darling and I am forever thankful for you to have allowed me that privilege. But at the same time what we are doing is forbidden because you are still my son’s wife”.

I quickly replied “daddy darling I am not asking for you to marry me formally, just accept me as your wife when we are alone. Is that also asking for too much...”?

Daddy hugged me tightly with tears running down his cheeks. I continued “I am happy to remain officially married to your son for the world while I live like your real wife whenever we are alone”.

Daddy said between sniffles “Usha you are so much more than what I had perceived you to be”. He quickly went and came back with vermilion and applied it on my forehead in the separation between my hair.

He said “this is as real as it can get Usha. Now you are formally my wife between the walls of this house”. I was really moved by what daddy had done finally accepting me as his wife.

I got on my knees preparing to touch my forehead to his feet as is customary in our culture. Daddy pulled me up in a tight hug saying “that won’t be necessary Usha. I don’t believe in those rituals”.

I felt like crying out of joy for what he said. I said “thank you daddy darling for accepting me as your wife. I am the luckiest woman to have two husbands, one who likes me and the second who really loves me”.

Daddy said “from now on you will call me Prasad when we are alone”. I replied “no that won’t be possible daddy darling. But if you allow me then I would like to call you papa because I love you so much”.

Daddy beamed with excitement and said “you can call me papa all the time, even when Daya is around”. We hugged and kissed wildly now. I said “thank you papa. I am so happy”.

I held his hand and said “now let’s go to our bedroom and consummate our first night as husband and wife in the only way possible. Accept me as your bride tonight”.

Papa asked “are you sure about this Usha darling”? I replied “yes Papa, I have never been more sure about this. Let’s just do it papa. Make me your wife completely in whole and soul”.

Papa took me to his bedroom and laid me on the bed while getting on top. He went crazy kissing me from head to toe. He came back on top and sniffed and licked my armpits wildly like he was doing it for the first time...

Papa removed my pallu continuing to kiss my neck and my overly exposed chest. Papa kissed his way down from my chest to my belly button which he had always been crazy about.

Papa went wild with his tongue and lips on my navel. This sent my arousal soaring sky high making me moan ahhhhhhhhhh. I already knew that we were at the final frontier from where there was no turning back.

Yet I was determined to make this happen to experience what real love making was all about as I had read in many stories. I had already experienced my first honeymoon with Daya.

Despite that I was more eager to have my second real one with his father ... Papa ... my second husband ... because Papa had undoubtedly been a better lover.

He had already proven it many times till now doing everything which Daya, my real husband did not like or do in so many years. Then he pulled the folds of my saree from my petticoat placing the saree aside.

He was pleasantly surprised to see my skirt styled slit petticoat underneath. After, papa raised my petticoat to reveal my covered pussy. He gave a known smile looking at my pussy covered under the same thong panties which he had bought for me today.