12 Hours to Please

Hi I'm Dan, and this is the story of how I met my hot wife, Ria. It was quite a journey.

It had been a difficult start to the relationship for both of us. I was a white Brit in his mid-twenties who grew up in the city and had plenty of sexual adventures. Whereas she was an eighteen-year-old South Asian student from India who was sexually naive. In fact I soon learnt she was a virgin.

We met online. Why did I go online if getting pussy wasn't a real problem? Well, I decided to look further afield and signed up to a dating app to find love, and to help me change my deviant ways. Before now I had a string of bad relationships and had blown far too much money on prostitutes and camgirls.

And the app paid off.

I struck gold. Ria may have been Indian but was studying in London which was only three hours away by train.

On camera, Ria was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, doe-eyed with tanned olive skin and straight black hair framing her refined model-like features. Her Indian accent was soft and she was intelligent, sincere in her love and very witty.

Studying at a good university Ria also had a bright future in the bio-sciences as a researcher.

Unfortunately we met during the runup to exam season so Ria was too busy to meet in person right away. So we had to do with chatting online for a couple of months.

Yet I could tell Ria seemed perfect. A good homely girl with gold standard values. The complete opposite to what I had previously.

Then came the day we met. And my world turned on its head.

I had dreamt of meeting her off the train and spinning Ria around before sinking into a passionate kiss - like the movies.

But it didn't happen.

Now, only realising upon reflection, after waiting for so long to meet for the first time we had both built up this perfect image of each other which was impossible to live up to.

So when we met at the train station there was an emotional distance, a separation between us that was hard to fill as well as explain.

Don't get me wrong, Ria looked great. She was wearing brown kitten heels with black tights under a snakeskin mini skirt and a sleeveless black blouse.

But I felt shocked because Ria looked much younger, like a schoolgirl, so much so I asked to see her student card just in case it was some kind of sting. Fortunately, she was legit and legal, but a little annoyed that I didn’t trust her.

That really did dampen the mood. Confidence drained from the both of us.

Ria was so small and slight that I couldn’t help but think as we held hands that people were looking at me suspiciously.

I remember, a little later on after an awkward meal and a few drinks, getting Ria back to my place and taking her straight to my bedroom to see if some eroticism would help improve the mood. We tumbled around the double bed, my hands exploring her petite teenage body, and her hands getting used to mine.

We were both desperately looking for the connection we knew was there but couldn’t find.

I pushed her back and mounted her as I kissed Ria full on her lips, sinking my tongue into her sweet tasting mouth. Her dainty hands raked my back as I stroked her nubile thigh. My fingers tracing the coarse nylon of her tights. Ria didn’t stop me as I slowly slipped my hand under her miniskirt.

Ever so slowly, I felt the warmth of her crotch and began massaging her pussy mound.

Ria grabbed hold of me, and held me tight as I began rubbing her sex with increasing vigor and applying more pressure. She began panting and her kisses became more forceful. She gasped, "Oh, Daniel, my love."

I leant down and bit her nipple through her top, causing her to squeal in delight.

It felt like we had finally found what we were looking for. “I’m going to fuck you.” Not the most romantic thing, but I meant it well.

“No. You can’t.”

“What?”

Ria caught her breath then looked at me dead in the eye. Her hair a mess. “I’m a virgin. And will be until we wed.”

“But..?”

“Sorry.”

I rolled off Ria and fell off an emotional cliff. “Fine.” My cock slithering back into my boxers. "I can wait."

But could I really wait? I was in it for love… but marriage? I suppose it comes with the territory.

~

Back when we were online Ria had never told me I had to wait till we were wed. So i was shocked when she confessed. To be honest she pissed me off big time.

Ria explained that she believed I would not have taken a chance on her - to be fair she had a point.

We continued to meet every few days and talked over the phone nightly. We would kiss and grope but nothing more. Apparently this was normal in Ria’s culture but I was growing frustrated. I wanted to fuck her.

I could tell Ria was deeply in love with me. Sadly for me it felt we became friends rather than lovers.

The whole situation was beginning to make me feel very awkward.

Over the next couple of months, I felt my self losing interest and my mind was drifting elsewhere.

I needed sex.

I slowly began to feel tempted to cheat.

And Ria knew it.

~

It was Friday afternoon and the office had that relaxed vibe as 5 PM approached. My colleagues began to wind down their workloads and there was a lazy chatter reverberating around the our sales department. Mitch approached and asked me to join him for a beer. At the same time my smartphone vibrated to a text message. It was Ria. “I’m so grateful for your support and love. I love you always.”

I sighed as I texted Ria back. “Don’t worry. Love you.” I then glanced at Mitch. “Soz mate. What did you say?”

“The lads are going for a pint after work. Are you coming? A few of the girls from accounts will be there.”

It sounded more appealing by the second. “Sure.”

“Cool.”

My phone vibrated again to another message from Ria. “I’m sorry I can’t be the woman you want me to be. But from 6 PM until sunrise, my body is yours. I will do anything you want.”

My cock stirred. “Anything… sexual?”

“Yes. ANYTHING, your deepest darkest fantasies. I promise. As long... as you promise to marry me.”

“I do.”

Within a minute a picture downloaded on WhatsApp. Ria was dressed in in black French lingerie and heels. She was also wearing makeup which was a first. Her eyes highlighted with mascara and her lips painted plumb. She had a wicked grin as she posed on the bed. Also, strangely for a girl who barely drank there was a opened bottle of red on the dresser. The picture was captioned. 'Excited?'

I wrote back. "Most definitely."

I then got a bit of a novel back. It came quick so I guess she must have prepared it. "I want to fulfil your dreams as you do mine. I want you to be true to yourself by telling me what you expect from me sexually... And more importantly what you will always want from me. For I feel guilty about not being upfront with the truth... So now I want to be punished by letting you do whatever you want. So we are then even and you can get whatever it is out of your system and be happy with me again."

I didn't really know how to reply. So simply wrote. "Thank you very much. I will come straight home. Love you... Wifey."

What had I just done? What had Ria just let herself in for?

Ria knew I was a bit of pervert. But she didn’t know quite how perverted I was. Six months of frustration and perversion was about to be let loose on this poor young Indian girl.

Needless to say, I had to raincheck that beer with Mitch.

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