Karma Has Its Way:

Part III

Ron and Seema had dinner that evening at the American consulate. Over dinner, their conversation covered many of Seema’s new duties as Ron’s Personal Assistant. The pay he offered was more than generous. She would have private quarters in Ron’s home to which she would have the only key.

The American Ambassador to India joined them as desert was served. A representative of the Indian government accompanied the Ambassador. Seema was in awe. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever thought she would be sitting in the American consulate at the same table with such rich and powerful men.

The visitors seated themselves, and Ron introduced them to Seema. He then asked her if she could be ready to leave early the next morning.

"I’d love to, but I don’t have a passport. That will take…"

The Indian representative interrupted her. Ms. Seema Patel, it will take a matter of seconds. Is this what you will need to make this journey?" He then laid her brand new passport next to her desert plate.

Seema grabbed the document and confirmed it was hers. The picture of her had been cropped from one of those taken from Mr. Tamraj by Ron. Her mouth dropped open in awe. It usually took months to get a passport.

"Ms. Patel, you will also need this." The American ambassador then handed her a work visa. The work visa would allow Seema to enter and stay in the United States as long as she remained employed by Ron and his software company.

Seema broke down and cried. She could not believe this was all happening to her so fast. She tried to speak but only blubbered through her tears and sobs. She finally was able to utter one word. "How?"

Ron laughed, took her hands in his, and said, "I told you I sell security and defense software to my government as well as other governments friendly to the United States. India is one of my customers as well. You’d be surprised how quickly things can be done with just a word in the right ear. Now, how soon can you be ready to leave for Chicago?"

"I can be ready to go in the morning, but I should call my mother. I would also like to say good-bye to Jenny."

"Of course. Here, use my cell-phone to call your mother. Talk as long as you like. I’m sure she will be happy to hear from you. She is sure to be pleased that your education has helped you do so well. There’s no need to mention The Wild West or how we met. There is nothing to gain by shaming your family. Later this evening, we can stop by Jenny’s apartment so you can tell her what’s happening."

Ron then left the table with the other two men. They quietly chatted at the side of the room while Seema talked to her mother.

After twenty minutes or so, Seema disconnected from her mother. Tears were streaming down her face but she wore a broad smile on her lips.

As Ron had predicted, Mrs. Patel had wished her only daughter well. Her mother was very happy to know Seema was going to put her college degree to such a good use. "Perhaps Mr. Ron would be so kind and let you visit your family when his business brings him back to India." Mrs. Patel did not know, and hopefully never would know, about the months Seema had spent dancing at The Wild West. Of course, without The Wild West, Seema would never have met Ron.

Later that night, Ron and Seema went to see Jenny. Like Seema’s mother, Jenny was also pleased that everything was working out so well for her friend. Even though Seema had been working on her own for some time by then, the older girl still felt a little protective of her trainee. With both girls crying their eyes out, Seema insisted Jenny take several month’s worth of her half of the apartment rent.

Seema had saved up several thousand dollars from her work at The Wild West. This further convinced Ron that he had made a good choice for a Personal Assistant. If she handled his money as carefully as she handled her own, he would have no worries in that area.

The corporate jet carrying Ron and his new, and very nervous, Personal Assistant lifted off from the Mumbai airport shortly after dawn the next morning. Over the next several hours, Ron laid out Seema’s new duties as his PA. She would be responsible for setting all of his appointments when they traveled, except those previously set by his corporate secretary. She would also make arrangements for any visitors to his home. Most of his expenses were covered by a corporate credit card. However, Seema would be responsible for his sizable personal accounts, including a sizable stock portfolio.

"But Sir, are you certain I can do all of this? I know so little about American finances and nothing about your stock markets." Seema, for the first time, let Ron see her less than full of self-confidence.

"You will be great. I don’t expect you to jump right in to this with no experience or training. I have people with expertise in all the areas of your new responsibilities. They will thoroughly train you in the skills you will need. My broker will continue to handle the day-to-day work of managing my assets. Your job will be more of supervision than actually doing the work. I need someone I can trust to oversee my accounts. Seema, can I trust you?"

"Oh, yes Sir. I will do my very best to please you, Sir," she replied.

"Good! Now relax! I am certain you will do well. I promise. My first order to you is a simple one. You will not call me ‘Sir’ when we are not involved in business. Please use my name, Ron."

Seema visibly relaxed a little.

Ron then leaned forward and gently kissed her lips. "Besides, I hope you will become more to me than just a business associate. You must remember though, we must keep business and personal life separate."

Seema returned his kiss and smiled broadly. "I will do my best for you, S…, I mean Ron. I too want to be more to you than just an employee." She paused as if in thought. "Ron, would it be alright if I danced for you every now and then? I did so enjoy dancing for you."

Ron smiled, leaned back in his chair, and held his arms out to the young woman. "Of course! I will look forward to the sexy dances from such a beautiful young lady.

When they landed in Chicago, Ron’s driver, Edward, met them at the plane and took them home. She was in awe at the sight of her new quarters in Ron’s home. They were larger than her family’s entire home in India. She had a living room, a bedroom with a large bed, and even her own private bath. Her bedroom had a view overlooking Lake Michigan.

The day after her arrival in Chicago, before leaving on his next business trip, Ron gave Seema a gold credit card for her personal use. Ron’s secretary, Sandra, took Seema shopping. They bought the young woman a complete new wardrobe including business suits, formal dresses, casual wear, and all the accessories that went with the new clothing. Seema was a bit reluctant to charge so much on Ron’s credit card.

Sandra ensured Seema that Ron would have no problem with the charges. "He expects you to be dressed properly for any occasion, and the costs are a normal part of your expenses. He will expect nothing less."

"Okay, but it is so much money. I am not sure I should spend so much on my personal things."

"Ron has chosen wisely. You will make him an excellent Personal Assistant." Sandra encouraged the girl. "Besides, you will be taking a heavy load of work off me when you are trained for your duties."

The next few weeks were hectic for Seema. She didn’t see much of Ron. He went out of town on several short business trips during that time.

Sandra could not have been nicer to Seema. She had promised Ron she would make sure Seema was properly attired for whatever activity she would be involved in. Sandra oversaw every facet of Seema’s wardrobe and training. Seema could soon go anywhere she needed and be confident she was dressed appropriately. She was tutored in all the areas she would need to be proficient in to do her job well. Seema was grateful she had always been a quick study. She was soon doing more and more of her duties without supervision. Over the next several months, Seema became more and more competent and confident in her duties for Ron.

One evening Ron arrived home very tense. It had been a long hard day of nearly constant meetings with government bureaucrats. He looked forward to a relaxing evening at home.

Seema, seeing Ron’s tense state, brought him his favorite cocktail after dinner. With a grin on her face, she asked Ron a question. "Ron, may I dance for you? I always enjoyed dancing for you, and I would like to do it again."

Ron smiled broadly at his Personal Assistant. "I would love that. However, I don’t want you to do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable with me or your job."

"Oh no, Sir. You said I should keep business and private life separate. I am on my own time now, and I really want to dance for you. Please let me dance for you again. I really miss dancing for you."

"If you are sure you want dance for me? I just don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. If you really want to, I would love to have you dance for me again."

"Yes, Ron. I really enjoyed dancing for you at The Wild West, and I want to do it again."

"Wonderful! Shall we go up to my quarters so the other staff won’t bother us?" Ron asked.

"That would be nice. Give me just a few minutes to shower and change. I’ll come dance for you as soon as I put something nice on for you."

Seema practically ran up the stairs to her quarters. She quickly stepped out of the dress and underwear she had been wearing as she closed her door. She glanced in her full-length mirror as she walked into her bathroom. She was glad she had kept up with her shaving. Her bald pussy was as smooth as a baby’s butt. After a quick shower, Seema put on the only reminder she had of her days at The Wild West. She had kept the flowing lime green negligee with its matching baby-doll pajamas. It was the same one she had been wearing the night Ron ask her to become his Personal Assistant, and she considered it her lucky charm.

Seema knocked on Ron’s door and waited until he called for her to come in. He was seated on a small couch on the far side of the main room. He was gazing out a window that offered a panoramic view of his expansive property. He had his sound system playing soft easy music. He never did care for the extremely loud hard driving noise the passed for music at The Wild West, or any other strip club for that matter.

As Seema entered, Ron turned to face her. He smiled broadly and was very pleased to see the vision of beauty coming toward him. Her negligee’s robe fluttered on the breeze as she crossed the room. It was like a wispy light green cloud. The thin material of the matching baby-doll pajamas did little to conceal the girl’s firm C-cup tits, tight smooth body, and bald pussy. She turned and wiggled her firm round ass for Ron’s pleasure.

Slowly, Seema began swaying to the music that softly filled the room.

Ron leaned back on the couch. A wide smile seemed to be permanently fixed on his face.

Seema seductively danced for Ron. With the easier musical beat, Seema knew she could keep dancing for much longer than when she danced for a living.

As she danced, her robe floated around Seema’s body and occasionally drifted over Ron’s head. As the song on the sound system came to an end, with slow delicate movements, Seema removed her robe and let it float to the floor next to Ron’s seat. She then moved closer to Ron as the next song began. She continued to sway and wiggle to the music bringing her body close to Ron.

Ron leaned forward and Seema pulled his head to her chest between her firm tits. She then pushed her tits together trapping Ron’s face between them. She stepped back a little when Ron tried to put his hands around her waist.

Smiling at him, Seema pulled her baby-doll top up and over her head. It joined her robe on the floor. She then had only the thin panties on. Again she danced close to Ron and swayed so her tits rubbed Ron’s face. This time, when he reached around her, Seema let him embrace her. With a hand on each of her firm butt cheeks, Ron pulled her to him and tightly hugged her. Almost as one, they slowly fell back onto the couch. Seema continued to writhe on top of Ron’s body. She sensually rubbed her tits over Ron's chest. Her nipples were as hard as small stones.

While his hands kneaded her butt, Ron bent his head forward and took Seema’s right nipple into his mouth. She was soon moaning with pleasure as she pressed her tit into his mouth. Her pussy was becoming extremely wet.

It took all her will power to push up and off Ron. She then began unbuttoning his shirt. The shirt quickly landed on the floor with Seema’s clothes. Next she slipped down to her knees and unfastened Ron’s belt and pants. He raised his hips as she pulled them down and off his butt and legs.

They were both then in nothing but their silky underwear. Since this was a private setting, Seema was not under the same restrictions she had been under at the club. At The Wild West, she had not been allowed to remove any of the customers clothing. Continuing her erotic dance, Seema nibbled and kissed Ron’s rock hard silk covered cock. Sliding her mouth up and down the organ she used one hand to feel his balls while the other stroked his cock.

"Come up her, Baby." Ron reluctantly pulled Seema off his cock and had her lay on his chest. They kissed passionately as he hugged her tightly.

"Seema, I want to ask you something I’ve wanted to ask for some time now. Please say nothing until I finish," Ron said.

"Alright, Ron. Did I do something wrong?" She asked.

"Oh no, baby. You’ve done everything right, almost too right. It’s just that I’ve been thinking about this ever since you agreed to be my Personal Assistant. Do you remember when I told you then that I cared for you and wanted you with me? Do you remember I said if my heart and emotions were allowed to have their way, I didn’t know what would come? Well Seema, my heart and emotions have gotten away from me. I would like it very much if we could make our arrangement a little more permanent. What do you think?"

Seema was confused. "What do you mean by ‘more permanent?’ What are you asking of me, Ron?"

Ron stood and had Seema sit on the couch. He knelt in front of her and took her petite hands in his strong hands. He swallowed hard, looked into Seema’s eyes and asked, "Seema, I love you. I want you to be the mother of my children. Will you marry me?"

Seema leaped up and threw her arms around Ron’s neck. "Oh yes! I will marry you. I love you too, Ron." They then kissed with a passion that lit a fire deep in Seema’s core. While they kissed, her nipples grew even harder and her pussy became even wetter.

When they broke the kiss, Seema gasped. "Oh Ron, I’ve wanted to hear that from you for months. I will do my best to make you a good wife. It will give me great pleasure to have your children. I hope I never disappoint you. I, I…" Seema was so excited she was stuttering.

Ron put his index finger to her lips and laughed, "I know you will be a fine wife. But, for now, why don’t you go to bed. We will shop for your rings tomorrow. We have a lot of planning to do."

Seema was disappointed she didn’t get to continue dancing for her betrothed. She was extremely excited by the dancing and Ron’s proposal. She would have done anything for him. She was ready and willing to give him her most treasured gift right then and there. "Oh Ron, can’t I finish my dance for you? I know you will like the end of my dance. It will give me great pleasure to give myself to you. You must know you will be my first," She begged.

Ron knew what she meant. He too was so excited his cock felt like it was about to explode. It somewhat surprised him when Seema said he would be her first. After all, he had met her in a strip club. He had just assumed she had been with others.

"Really Seema? I’d be the first to be with you?"

"Yes, Ron! You know I danced at The Wild West and let men fondle me, but I have never allowed anyone to put anything inside me, not even a finger. I am a virgin! You can have me now if you want me."

"Oh my God! All the more reason for you to go to your quarters my love. And, no more dances until after we are married. I will enjoy beyond measure your dance on our wedding night. I will take your offered gift with a great deal of care and pleasure on our wedding bed."

With that, Ron and Seema hugged and kissed until they were both breathless. He then patted her ass and sent her to her rooms. Though he was a wealthy man of the world, he still remembered the moral teachings of his deceased mother. She had always insisted he not deflower a maiden unless he was married to her.

"Ron, may I call my mother tonight and have her send me a wedding sari? It will be rather costly."

"Of course you may call your mother. Don’t worry about the costs. You know I can afford it, and anything that makes you happy will be just fine with me."

Late that night, Seema called her mother. Mrs. Patel was overjoyed with the news of her daughter’s betrothal. She quickly agreed to find the perfect sari for her daughter’s wedding. Asha Patel immediately began telling her daughter how to behave as a new bride and wife. Asha even went into detail on what to expect from her new husband on her wedding night. They talked on and on for a long time before Seema got off the phone with her mother. Both women knew there was much to do to prepare for the upcoming wedding.

Ron called Sandra and took the next day off. Early next morning, Ron and Seema went shopping for a wedding ring set.

It took all morning and into the afternoon to find just the right ring set. Ron wanted something large enough to show the world how much he loved his fiance. Ron had found several diamond ring sets he liked. Seema repeatedly told him they were too big and expensive. Finally, a little afternoon, Ron was able to convince Seema he could afford any diamond ring she wanted. He persuaded her to accept a nice sized ring.

Ron looked deeply into Seema’s eyes as he kneeled in the jewelry store showroom. As he slipped the engagement ring onto the girl’s ring finger of her left hand, he pledged to love and care for her forever. They kissed passionately and at length right in the jewelry store.

"Now Seema, we will go to my office where I will turn you and the wedding plans over to Sandra. She will help you with all the wedding arrangements. I still have work to do, you know," Ron told her with a broad smile and just a bit of sarcasm. He was secretly happy to pass off the wedding planning to Sandra and step back from it. If Seema continued to be as frugal with his money as she had been that morning, he knew he not only had a great PA but a fantastic bride.

The next several weeks were very hectic for Seema and Sandra. Sandra had been taken off her normal duties as Ron’s secretary and been assigned to assist Seema. It seemed Sandra became Seema’s very own personal assistant. The two women spent nearly everyday together settling the details of the upcoming wedding.

The wedding was just a few days away when Ron called Seema from his office. "Seema dear, I need you to have Edward take the limo and run you out to O’hare. I have some Indian associates coming in for the wedding, and I want you to meet them for me. They are Very Important People and will be arriving on my plane. It will be landing in about two hours. They will be staying at the house with us. So, be certain the guest rooms are ready."

"Yes, Ron. The rooms will be ready. Edward and I will leave right away."

This was not an unusual request. Seema frequently met Ron’s business associates at the airport, and they occasionally stayed at Ron’s home.

Seema gave the housekeeping staff their instructions to prepare the guests rooms. She and Edward then left for Chicago’s O’Hare Airport.

Edward and Seema stood by the terminal windows and watched as Ron’s private jet touched down. They then headed to the customs counter where they waited just inside the door that led to the tarmac.

They could hear the plane taxi up near the door. The customs agent that usually assisted Ron’s associates clear US Customs slowly opened the door.

Seema became weak in her knees and unable to speak. Edward, who had been expecting such an occurrence, steadied her by taking hold of her elbow. Everyone in the household but Seema had known who was coming in.

Seema found her voice. "MOTHER! BROTHER!" The girl screamed. She then rushed up to her family and, with tears flowing down the faces of both women, hugged her family.

"How did…? How did you…? Oh never mind. I know Ron arranged this. He is so wonderful to me."

Her mother smiled and replied, "Yes daughter! Your Ron arranged for us to come here for your wedding. He arranged for all of our papers and even sent his own airplane to bring us here. We have had several very pleasant conversations. I believe you are right. He is a wonderful man and will be a good husband for you. You will honor your family by being a good wife for him."

Seema and her family chattered like a bunch of magpies while passing quickly through customs and heading to the limo. As Edward loaded the car’s trunk, there was one package that was kept separate from the rest of the luggage. No mention was made of that package. It was simply placed apart from the rest of their luggage.

Mrs. Patel was amazed at the size of the car. She had never seen such a thing.

When Edward had the car loaded, he whisked them all home. There, while he unloaded the car, Seema showed her mother and brother to their rooms. Mrs. Patel was in awe when her daughter gave the household staff instructions and they immediately set to work. Again, no mention was made of the mysterious package that was carefully laid on Mrs. Patel’s bed by one of the maids.

The next few days were filled with shopping, dining in fine restaurants, and site seeing. Sandra directed most of these activities since she knew all the best places to see, shop, and eat.

Finally, the big day arrived. It was a very nervous Seema who had breakfast with Sandra, and her family. Ron had left the house several days earlier on the pretense of being out of town on business. Actually, he had been staying at a motel near his office. Since the wedding would be held in the garden at his home, he knew the women would drive him nuts with the million questions women always have before a wedding. Besides, he had a ton of preparations to make as well. He was taking his new bride to a South Pacific Island few people had even heard of. He rented the entire island for the two weeks following the wedding. The only other people remaining would be a cook and a maid, and they were to stay away from the newlyweds unless called.

Sandra and Asha helped Seema get ready. They all had their hair done by the best hairdresser in Chicago. He came to the house and worked his magic on all the women. The cosmetologist that came with the hairdresser applied their make-up to perfection. The women, especially Seema, seemed to radiate with beauty. Even Manish told his sister how pretty she was.

Ron arrived unseen about an hour before the ceremony was scheduled to begin. He was accompanied by his groomsmen. They included the American Ambassador to India, his Indian counter part, and several executives from his company.

About the time Ron arrived, Seema’s mother came into her daughter’s quarters carrying the mysterious package. When Seema opened it, she found it contained the most beautiful wedding sari she had ever seen. It was yards and yards of the brightest red silk with an abundance of gold embroidery.

"Oh Mother!" Seema gasped. "How did you ever get this? It is so beautiful. Is it borrowed? I will be very careful with it."

"No, Seema," Mrs. Patel answered. As they began wrapping the sari around Seema’s body, Asha continued. "It is yours. Ron sent a car for me one day. It took me to the finest dress shops in Delhi. He had the driver take care of all the costs. He told me he wanted me to be proud of you, and see how beautiful my daughter was on her wedding day. Only a really good husband would do such a thing. I only wish your father could be here to see you now."

Finally, all preparations were complete. Seema’s brother, Manish, stood in for their father and escorted his sister down the staircase and out into the garden. They turned a corner and faced the aisle that led to the altar. Both sides of the aisle were packed with people. As the band began playing the Wedding March, they all stood and looked her way.

Seema’s time at the Wild West had given the young woman ample self-confidence. When she was nearly nude and performing on stage or in the couch room, Seema could control her nerves. This was very different. She was surrounded by hundreds of rich and powerful people. Even fully dressed and wrapped in her wedding sari, Seema was visibly nervous. Her hand shook as her brother led her down the aisle toward her betrothed.

As she walked down the aisle, Seema could hear many of the guests commenting on how beautiful she was. Seema knew the crowd was filled with many well-wishing people she did not know.

However, when she saw her Ron waiting for her at the altar her nerves quieted. She concentrated on his smiling face and thought to herself. ‘How did I get so lucky to have found such a wonderful man? My Karma is smiling on me.’

Ron too blocked out his guests. He saw only his bride coming to him. He was struck again by how beautiful she was. Even the man of the world that he was had never seen such a beautiful woman. The red sari with gold embroidery made Seema seem to radiate beauty. ‘Soon!’ he thought. ‘Soon she will be mine. How did I ever get so lucky to have convinced this beautiful creature to marry me?’

Ron had arranged to have the wedding ceremony conducted by a judge. Since members of many faiths would be present, he didn’t want offend any of them. Seema had only met the judge a few times and didn’t know his position on the court.

The ceremony lasted just a short time. Seema was fixated on her Ron’s eyes. Likewise, he gazed deeply into Seema’s eyes. They were practically oblivious to the many people watching them. Seema’s family and most of the guests sitting on the front row near the altar could see the love Ron and Seema had for each other.

Except for the brief exchange of vows, the spell was broken only when the judge spoke to Ron. "You may kiss your bride."

Just a few seconds later Ron’s friend and Chief Justice of the Cook County Superior Court and spoke with a loud and clear voice. "Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my distinct pleasure to introduce to you, Mr. and Mrs. Ron Stanton."

The couple turned to face the applauding audience. Ron placed his arm around Seema’s waist and held her close to his side. He escorted his new bride back down the aisle through the cheering guests. The next few hours were a blur for Seema. So many people wished her well that the poor girl didn’t know to whom she had spoken to and whom she hadn’t. All she knew was that she was Ron’s wife.

After many hours at the reception, the guests began filtering out. A short time later, only the staff and the Patels remained. Ron pulled his wife close to him and said good night to the few remaining guests.

Seema’s mother tearfully kissed her new son-in-law and wished him a long and happy life with Seema. Seema blushed when her mother wished for many grand children.

Asha Patel then hugged and kissed her daughter. She then whispered into Seema’s ear, "My daughter, I know your husband already has your heart, and I can see you have his. Now go to your husband! It is time to give him all of your love. Do so with no fears or regrets. You should always enjoy your husband’s attentions. Give all of yourself to him now and forever."

Ron then took his wife’s hand and led her up the stairs to his, er, their quarters. Their first night as a married couple would be spent in familiar surroundings. They would be leaving on their honeymoon the next day.

Ron hit the remote control button as they entered their quarters and soft music filled the room. As if on cue, Seema began gently swaying to the music. Seema had the glow of happiness on her face. She asked her new husband an unneeded question. "My dear husband, may your wife dance for you tonight?"

"I would be very happy to see you dance again. The frustrations I felt in the past will not be a problem tonight. Please dance for me, my darling wife."

Slowly, very slowly, Seema began dancing for her husband. After a time, she began unwrapping the sari from around her body. She pulled the end of the silk cloth from where it had been tucked next to her right breast. She squeezed his hand as she handed Ron the loose end of the silk and gold cloth. Seema continued swaying her hips and turning slowly round and round. Her firm breasts were soon exposed. She cupped them in her hands and made of them an offering her husband.

As she continued to turn, Ron folded the sari’s silken material into a neat pile. After many yards of the material had been pulled from her body, the last of the sari fell from her hips. Seema stood before her husband in nothing but her panties and the soft slippers she had worn all evening. Her silky panties and slippers were bright red to match her sari. Still in time to the music, she stepped out of the slippers and slid her panties seductively off her hips and down her shapely legs.

Ron’s eyes were gleaming as he gazed at his bride’s completely nude body for the first time. He was tempted to grab Seema and ravage her that very instant. However, he wanted to make her first night as his bride one to be remembered fondly as one of loving care.

Ron stood and reached out to take his bride into his arms. She gently pushed his hands away and began removing his clothes. She was as aroused as Ron was. So, it didn’t take her long to have her husband standing only in his silken boxers. A large bulge was straining to be freed from the confines of his silk underwear.

Her dance continued. Seema rubbed her soft nude body against Ron’s hard body. Slowly, she slid down to her knees and ran her open-mouthed lips over Ron’s silk covered erection.

With a broad smile on her face, Seema looked up and said, "Tonight I will have you." She then lowered Ron’s boxers to his ankles and he stepped out of them. Seema’s eyes widened as she stared at the stiff seven-inch cock in front of her face. She leaned forward and kissed the head of Ron’s stiff cock. When she swiped her tongue over the head of Ron’s cock, Seema got a small taste of his precum.

Ron pulled Seema to her feet and pulled her tightly to his chest. "And I will have you and your special gift. I will try not to hurt you too badly my love." He then scooped her up into his strong arms and carried her to their bed.

As her husband carried Seema to bed, she spoke softly into his ear. "I am yours, my husband. If you hurt me, it is only a natural part of our wedding night. You may have me any way you wish. I promise I will never refuse you."

They then passionately kissed, as Ron laid his virginal wife on their wedding bed. Crawling into bed next to her, Ron cuddled up next to Seema and began fondling her firm C-cup tits.

Seema was soon breathing rapidly. Her nipples stood erect and tingled. "Oh Ron. That feels so nice."

Though Ron had fondled her tits many times before at The Wild West and in their home, this was the first time he wouldn’t be restrained. As he alternately sucked on her nipples, his hand drifted down her firm smooth belly. As he gently caressed her shaved pubic mound, he whispered in her ear. "Baby, I love a bald pussy."

Seema smiled. "Then I will keep it that way for you," she gasped and her eyes widened. Ron had stroked his fingers over her most intimate place. The place no one had ever touched before.

Ron slid his fingers over her snugly closed pussy lips again. As his finger moved up and down her slit, he spread her tight lips open a little. He then began kissing his way down her body. She gradually opened her legs for him as he kissed his way down her tingling body. Soon he was lying between her widely spread legs.

Ron took a deep breath of his bride’s natural aroma. He then gave her a long pussy-lip parting lick from near her asshole to her clit.

Seema gasped. She could hardly breath.

"I love the taste and aroma of your virgin pussy, my love." He then began licking, sucking, and probing Seema’s virgin hole with abandon.

Seema was soon writhing on the bed at the tip of Ron’s tongue. Her pussy’s lubricating juices were freely flowing and coated Ron’s face. In a short time, she thrust her pelvis up and shuddered as a climatic wave washed over her. She cried out, "Oh yes, Ron!"

While Seema was in a post-orgasmic bliss, Ron kissed his way back up her body. She became aware of the strange taste on Ron’s face as they kissed. She purposely licked his cheek and asked, "Is that what your wife tastes like, my husband?"

Ron replied, "Yes, Baby. My wife tastes good doesn’t she?"

Seema smiled and shrugged. "I guess so, but I think I’d rather be tasting you."

"You will, Baby. But not right away." About that time, Ron’s cock found its target.

Seema gasped and tensed when the head of Ron’s cock pressed up against the entrance to her most intimate place. She quickly calmed down, spread her legs wide, and spoke breathlessly to her new husband. "You have my heart. You may now take all the love I have to give. I am yours, my love. Take your wife, my husband."

Ron gently pressed forward. His cock slowly spread Seema’s pussy lips open. He continued pressing forward until he bumped into her hymen. He felt his bride tensed and heard her gasp. Pausing for a moment, Ron gave Seema a chance to relax. Then, he tightly hugged his wife. Her ample tits were crushed against his chest. He whispered into her ear, "I love you, Seema."

She hugged him back and said, "I love you too, Ron."

Ron then thrust forward. He felt her hymen’s resistance give way. With the rending of Seema’s hymen, her virginity was swept away and given to her husband. His cock’s head was quickly and firmly pressed against Seema’s cervix.

"AIEE!" Seema loudly cried out. A single tear from each eye rolled down the side of her face.

Down the hallway, in her room, Asha Patel smiled. Her daughter had just become a wife. ‘Be a good wife, my daughter.’ She silently advised.

Meanwhile, Ron lay motionless over Seema. His seven-inch cock buried to the hilt in his bride’s devirginated pussy. He could feel her body adjusting to the invader in its midst.

After a few minutes, Ron kissed his wife and asked, "Are you alright, Seema?"

"Yes. I’m fine. Pain is a normal part of a wedding night. I am really yours now. Finish taking your new wife, my husband." She then hugged and kissed all over Ron’s face.

Ron began stroking his cock slowly in and out of her sore pussy. Slowly, Ron increased the speed and force of his thrust into Seema’s tender hole.

Even with the soreness she felt in her pussy, Seema returned the thrusts she was getting from Ron. They were both soon approaching their climaxes. Seema wrapped her legs around Ron’s waist and humped up toward him as he drove into her core.

As Seema exploded in orgasm, she loudly cried out, "Oh yes, Ron! Give your bride all you have to give! Take all of your bride!"

Ron drove deep into his bride’s pussy and held his cock against her cervix. He erupted and bathed her cervix with its first load of baby making cum. "Oh Seema! Here it comes, Baby."

Seema shouted, "Oh Ron, give it to me!" As her orgasm subsided, she continued speaking, "I can feel you squirting inside me. It’s warm and feels wonderful."

"Yes, Baby. You do feel good. You will be a great wife.

Asha Patel smiled and rolled over to go to sleep.

Ron and Seema soon drifted off to sleep with his cock still in her pussy. Sometime during the night he softened and slipped out of Seema’s tender hole.

Ron awoke early the next morning. Seema had awoken a short time earlier, retrieved a damp washcloth from the master bath, and had gently cleaned her husband’s blood, cum, and pussy juice covered cock. What woke Ron was the feeling of Seema’s mouth on his hard cock. He moaned and lifted his hips to encourage Seema’s efforts.

Seema pulled her mouth off Ron’s cock, looked up at him, and smiled. "Good morning, Darling. You said I would taste you soon. Is this a good time?" She giggled and replaced her mouth on his cock.

"It’s a wonderful time, Baby. Don’t let me disturb what you are doing." Ron lay back with a smile on his face. ‘Yes, I have a wonderful wife.’

Though she had never given a blow-job before, her experiences at the Wild West had given her the basic idea. Jenny had also given her lots of advice on how to simulate a blow-job. She now only had to finish what she had so often started back then.

Seema bobbed up and down on her husband’s hard cock. Her tongue danced over his shaft and head that moved in her mouth. The only problem she had was her gag reflex was triggered each time she hit the back of her throat. It didn’t matter.

Ron was soon thrusting his hips off the bed feeding Seema as much of his cock as she could take. "I’m about to cum, Baby. You better be careful or you’ll be getting a mouth full."

Seema only nodded and sucked harder.

Ron erupted. Spurt after spurt of his cum flooded into Seema’s waiting mouth.

She stopped bobbing up and down and sucked all the harder as Ron filled her mouth with cum. She swallowed as fast as she could until his orgasm ebbed. She then sat up, licked her lips, and smiled at Ron. "Ummmmm. I think you taste better than I do. It’s a little salty, but I can get used to that. I love you, my husband."

"And I love you too, my wife." They cuddled for a while before Ron suggested it was time to rise. "Now lets go see what the cook has for breakfast. We need to get busy so were can get to the airport."

When the couple entered the kitchen, they found the Patels and much of the staff waiting for them. The staff all added their good wishes they had been unable to offer the night before. Asha Patel hugged them both. She then smiled broadly and knowingly winked at her daughter.

Seema blushed.

Thus began a life long and worldwide adventure for Ron and Seema Stanton. Seema gradually took over the complete duties as Ron’s Personal Assistant. She managed their money well and their assets grew rapidly. Whenever he traveled on business, she made all the arrangements and traveled with him.

Seema frequently teased Ron and reminded him of where they had met. "I don’t think you will need to go to any Wild West clubs with me along." She’d then wiggle her ass at him. As his wife, she frequently danced for him. Those dances usually ended with the couple making passionate love.

There were only brief interruptions to Seema’s travels with Ron. The first interruption came nearly a year to the day after their wedding. She delivered their first son at that time. Over the next several years, Ron and Seema had four children. The three boys took after their father. They were large, strong, and handsome lads. The last child was a very beautiful and smart girl.

"Just like her mother," Ron frequently said to any that would listen.

Seema’s mother and brother were added to the Stanton staff. Asha Patel was hired as the children’s nanny. Asha could not have been happier.

Manish soon became known as Manny. His first priority was to do his best in college. When he showed an interest in them, in addition to his studies, Manny tended to the cars in Ron’s extensive collection of classic automobiles.

Seema and Ron had a long, loving, and lustful marriage. They were always there for each other and remained happily married well into their old age.

Karma had indeed had its way with Seema and had smiled upon her. She had gone from being a naive young lady in a small Indian village, to being an educated accountant, to dancing at a strip club. Time and again, her dreams had been crushed. And now she was the wife of a rich and powerful man who loves her and whom she loves deeply. Seema’s life had turned into a wonderful and exciting adventure. The only things crushed now were her tits against her husband’s body.