Push her over the Edge

Maybe it's the uncertainty that convinces you, maybe it's the opportunity to finally take a modicum of control, maybe it's the light-headedness caused by your raging erection, nestled into Dharma's ass. In any case you realize that if this whole affair has the potential to end in something as drastic as marriage (you presume), then it can get much, much worse for you if you prove inadequate.

You manage to pry your left hand off her breast from the first time since she placed it there, moving it instead to the side of her neck. Maybe it's the slightly dominating gesture, maybe it's something in your eyes but 'oh no' is written clearly on Dharma's face even before you start frantically fingering her.

"No-wha.. hn.. yes.. yes! There! yeeeeeessshhh.." Her voice unravels into meaningless sounds of pleasure as you insistently fingerbang her to the best of your ability - considering your exhaustion and the slightly awkward angle. Dharma wasn't lying about being turned on though; you experience little to no friction, and every time palm slap against her mound it is accompanied by a loud, wet sound.
Dharma's entire body seem to tremble with built up pleasure, as if she's simultaneous trying to press herself closer and pull away. Either way your grip on her neck permits neither, but as you run your thumb along her jaw to her lips she eagerly starts sucking on it.

While the first orgasm you gave her was a sudden affair, this time it seems to take a bit longer to build. Dharma is whining and panting, grinding and drooling and you don't doubt that she's on the edge, yet moment after moment pass by while you finger her and the orgasm seems hesitant to arrive - much to Dharma's obvious frustration. It is clear that she has given up on you failing this task and is now incoherently pleading for release - as if you are not trying your best.
When she finally comes, it is a protracted affair that starts as with shaking legs, proceeds to a long throaty groan as if all the air in her lungs is squeezed out to make room for ecstasy, and ends in her teeth clamping down on your shoulder hard enough to hurt.

Cheers erupt around you in the clearing and many of the robed figures come over to pat you or give you encouraging words while your blushing bride(?) rests for a moment atop your body. Then in an absolutely amazing display of self control, Dharma manages to collect herself from this quivering, orgasm-wracked puddle to something resembling haughty dignity. If you were planning on fucking her brains out any time in the future, this should give you second thoughts. Her eyes are thunderous and she doesn't look away for a second as she raises herself onto her knees and reaches between her legs to your desperately impatient cock, positioning it against her entrance.

"Do you, Dharma, take this cock, to delight and to sow."

Dharma, still refusing to break eye-contact with you takes a deep breath, then says: "I do."

"Then let it know your flower, for it shall be your pleasure."

Dharma doesn't need to be told twice; in one forceful move, she takes you completely to the hilt to the cheer of everyone in the clearing. The tight circle of spectators disintegrate into something more festive. You hear the clinking of glasses and someone pouring drinks, but you have a hard time looking away from the gorgeous woman leisurely riding you - your wife!
Currently Dharma seems to be absent-mindedly experimenting with angling her pelvis differently as she rides you, as if exploring how your genitals fit together. Her expression is.. complicated and you're pretty sure at least part of it is anger, which is only confirmed when she says:

"Congratulations, Arsehole! You got us married.. I can't believe you! The original ce-re-mo-ni-al offer, was that so hard, dipshit?"

She takes another breath, seemingly intent to continue to berate you when her mother, Anjali, steps over and you watch her almost deflate. It definitely seems like your wife has a complicated relationship with your mother-in-law, but this time Anjali is smiling broadly as she completely ignores you to put her hands on Dharma's face, kissing each of her cheeks.

"My daughter, the first woman to be married the old way in over half a century." Anjali says as if she can't believe it herself, however it looks like she is starting to view Dharma in a new light, judging from the pride apparent on her face. Dharma herself seems stunned, at which her mother laughs.

"Feel free to tell me if you will be needing a Mother's Aid" Anjali says, finally letting herself take notice of you - by running her eyes greedily along your body until she reaches the point where Dharma and your bodies meet, "though you look like you won't."

"Ew, no!" Dharma exclaims, pushing her mother away to her obvious amusement. Yet as Anjali turns to the other women congratulating her, you don't fail to notice the smile lingering on Dharma's beautiful lips. She finally turns her attention back to you as she plunges your cock all the way inside her in a smooth motion, drawing a groan from you.

"Aw.. My sweet, dumb husband," Dharma sighs, patting your cheek, "You really have no idea what's going on, do you?"

She doesn't even permit you to answer, or maybe your confused face is enough, because she laughs and says, more quietly: "Well then.. What do you wanna know?"