Chapter 3: Whatever I desire???

I wondered what had happened and how I got to the bed. Last I remembered we were standing out front on the porch.

Without a hint of my thoughts being spoken, she looked at me and explained, “You desired me to be here, I came here, and you were startled. Then when I told you who I am you just fainted. So I brought you inside and here we are.” She giggled and added, “I hope my lips around your dick were as pleasurable as you desired.”

I managed to groan out an appropriate affirmative answer as I tried to sit up. The thoughts in my head were running about 10,000 per second.

I desired ... I ... Desired ... I DESIRED??? I DESIRED!!!!

She laughed again. (Man, did she have a cute laugh) and her eyes literally TWINKLED (is that the right word?)... “I DESIRED?!?!” I asked her.

“YES silly, you DESIRED so I fulfilled.”

“Okay, Wait...” I sat upright and stood so I could pull up my jeans. (Why did she have my jeans down for a syncopal episode?)

“What do you mean by that? Are you like a Genie or something? Are you granting my wishes? I didn’t WISH for this at all. Did these ‘desires’ count as my wishes?”

She fell on her side on the old bed, laughing so hard she even kicked her legs. She laughed until I thought she was going to hyperventilate, and her smooth flawless tan skin actually turned red from the effort. The flash of her perfect pussy, opening slightly at one point to reveal slick pink heaven, had my jeans getting tight at the crotch again.

‘Well ... tell me ... are you a genie and have I squandered my wishes???”

She shook her head as she calmed and finally spoke. “No Sweetie. It does not work that way. This is not some schoolboy’s Internet fantasy story nor a fantasy company’s Fairy Tale. To be honest it works very similar to the depictions of the old ‘I Dream Of Jeannie’ TV show. I am the power and I can do almost anything for you, as long and as often as you wish.”

“WHAT?? You mean you ARE a Genie??”

“I am a PRITI.”

“Wait ... what is a Priti?”

“That is my name ... Priti.”

“But what ARE you?”

“I am a girl, of course...” She said with a giggle, “and a celestial being.”

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, “Hold on a minute. Let me get this straight.” Through the confusion and my post orgasmic fog I managed to remain silent a few moments, I stood and pulled on my boots, then sat down in an overstuffed chair, and again tried to make coherent conversation...

“Okay, FIRST let me say that you just gave me the BEST EVER blowjob of my entire life, and I am VERY appreciative and thankful to you for it.”

She said, “I know.” quickly and matter of factly. Then she planted her petite NAKED ass on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. “You are welcome Justin.” and she kissed me.

As I stared into those beautiful and mesmerizing eyes, I continued... “SECOND, I have no idea what is going on or what is going to be going on, but we have a HUGE problem. I am a MARRIED MAN for christ sake.”

She looked into my eyes and replied flatly, “No you aren’t. You and Jen are divorced.” She had a point, but that was just a paperwork issue. I felt and believed and desired and lived like we were still married.

“That’s just a technicality. Trust me, I AM married to Jen. She is the love of my life. I would never ever willingly do anything to hurt her or betray her trust.”

Immediately my mind balked at my words. I just HAD done exactly that. I had just shared oral sex with Priti.

“No you didn’t silly. You only experienced fulfillment of a FANTASY with me. You did not even consent to the deed as I began pleasing you before you were aware of what was happening. You have nothing to be guilty about.”

Her words made sense, and I wished it were true, but I knew in my heart that Jen would never understand and would be devastated no matter how much I desired it to not be true. I had fucked up. 21 years of faithfulness to Jen (and my hand) was over in a flash, and I didn’t even remember the first half of the episode.

“You only missed about 5 minutes. You were pretty fast this time, likely because of how long it has been for you.”

And I had to ask, “Are you reading my mind?” She smiled, “YES. And more.”

This was a bit unsettling, but then EVERYTHING was unsettling right now.

“By the way, I have no preference when it comes to food ... whatever she wants is okay with me.” My phone began to play “Summertime” by Mongo Jerry ... It was Jen.

“Hello?” “How much longer are you going to be up at the farm?” “I was just about to leave.” “Okay ... Is Priti coming home with you?”

(WHAT???!!!)

Priti was vigorously nodding affirmatively. “Uhmmm ... I guess so.” “Good. What does she like to eat?” “Ah, she said anything or whatever is good. Just whatever you had in mind.” “Okay. See you in a bit. I love you.” “Love you too.” (What in the ever loving holy hell of mental confusion just happened????)

“You desired for her to not be hurt or emotionally disturbed by our sexual activity, and for her to be accepting of it.”