We both went and told my mother and his father. Mother, I am a little bit reluctant to give you as a second wife, but he is your small boss, the son of a big man in this town. An educated woman who knows details, you know what is good, I will agree because you want it. I told her, Mother, he has completely forgotten his first wife, he is not going to go there anymore. She is not going to come here either (because I have filed two complaints in her name, including with the cyber police, she knows that too, she has written a marriage certificate saying that she will not bother me anymore)
As soon as we had our wedding talk, my father-in-law, the elder, told his son that he wanted to talk to me alone for a few minutes, and took me to his room. I also understood and went inside, sat on the chair there, crossing my legs. Seeing me like that, he understood, and as soon as he entered, he closed the door and fell at my feet. Then he knelt down in front of me, held my leg and bowed down. I will speak immediately, what do you think, I who am making you a slave like this, do you think what will happen to him when he gets married? I said, "You are holding both the father and the son by the leg, thinking that your honor, your family's honor, your son's honor will all be in the air."
I asked him if your son, who has been here for so many days, knows how you are doing to me, or does anyone in this town know. To that, he slowly bowed his head and said, "No, no one knows." I asked him how your honor is outside now. To that, he said, "I respect you very much." Then why are you so afraid? Be brave. You are right, I am going to make your son a slave to me like this. At least you should come once a month. He will be at my feet in front of you every day, my husband. My mother and I will enjoy it together, before your eyes. You should also watch.
But I will tell you one thing, listen, just as no one knows how your honor went to me, similarly, no one except the four of us will know how his honor is going to me, this is my promise to you. This family honor, is no longer your family honor, it is our family honor. I know how to protect it. Outside, you will be the king of this town. I will take our family honor to great heights outside. Don't worry. You know, I will not force you to do anything. I will see to it that everyone is happy, everyone should be happy, that is my happiness too. Understand, I said, dare to accept me as your daughter-in-law.
He too, after hearing that, as if he had come to an understanding, took off the dhoti that he had tied as a sign of that, fell at my feet, held my feet and bowed down, and said, "Your choice, mistress, mother." I immediately laughed, put his little finger on my foot, and while playing with it, I said, "Go outside and tell your son that you agree, okay?" I said, "Go outside and tell your son what you said." I told him to be quiet, I said, "Tell him that you asked me if you wanted to marry my son for money." To that, I said, "Tell him that we both said that we love each other and that money is not important, and that you agreed after hearing that." He also said, "Let it be so, mistress," and held my feet and bowed down. Then he tied the dhoti, fell at my feet once more, bowed down, and went out and said the same thing as I had told him inside. As soon as everyone agreed, a wave of happiness swept through the house that day.
One day he gathered his son and spoke - as I had told him. Hey, our Vasantha's mother spoke to me today. She said that she has some desires, and that she and you have already talked about it. Although this is a bit new to me, in this day and age, you are the ones who support doing as you please, and that it is beautiful for adults like us, and they made me agree. Since you two made the decision together, I have no objection to it. Don't look at it from the outside without knowing all this. Our family's honor is in your hands now. That Vasantha is a very young girl. But she behaves very responsibly. When you went abroad, she paid all the debts I incurred and saved our family's honor. She is very responsible to this day, she thinks of her own company as a place where she can work for a salary. That is the reason why it has grown to this extent. That's why, instead of thinking of her as a little girl, I respectfully call her "Wow," "Go," and jokingly call her "Mistress." She is not a daughter-in-law of this house, she is the housewife.
Maha Lakshmi, Maharani. If you don't have any embarrassment, there is nothing wrong with her behaving as she pleases. If she pleases, and you also agree to it, don't worry about old men like me. You two must be very happy, she talked in detail and looked at him without any embarrassment. One fine day, I took my mother to his house and we saw him as a girl. By then, as I had told you, his father had prepared him. I have already written the details of the girl's appearance in "The Story of a Girl Coming to See a Groom", please read it.
As soon as we both said that we were getting married, everyone in our company was very happy. Our wedding was like a big festival in that town. The thali he tied around my neck sparkled. That night, when the time came for the first night, only the four of us entered a separate room in front of the first night room. There, as I had already arranged, he was dressed as a new groom and was in a dhoti shirt. In the presence of my mother and father, he fell at my feet, feeling a little shy, and took my blessings. Then he took off the silk dhoti shirt he was wearing and fell at my feet with just his jatti. After blessing him, I went into the room on the first night and took off all my clothes, including my silk sari, and came out wearing a new silk dhoti shirt. As soon as he saw me in the groom's form, the man standing with the jatti fell at my feet again. Then he went inside and brought the clothes I had tied and put on with awe and devotion. He placed them at my feet and he also fell at my feet again and bowed down. I tied my pompil clothes to him, and when the mosquito deliberately got on the sari, I played with the chick. Now, in the bride's form, he fell at my feet and bowed down, and I put a new thali around his neck. As soon as the thali was tied, he fell at my feet and bowed down. My mother asks, how many times have you fallen on my feet? He says, embarrassed, that you shouldn't count all that, it's my privilege to fall on his feet and smiles shyly. I say, mother, this is just a small trailer, I have the whole film inside and I wink. He gets embarrassed and starts to squirm like a baby. Then when I go inside, my mother gives him a milk jug and looks at him and says, "My husband, you are a new woman, don't be fooled by this." They send him inside.
The first night in the room, I made him fall on my feet like a goddess and drink my leftover milk. That night, to satisfy my desire, I got a strap and pierced his penis and tore his penis. Then I made him suck it, lick my penis, and finally I climbed on him and shaved my pussy. The next morning, he tied my skirt and gave me coffee. Finally, while I was sitting on the sofa reading the paper, my mother, his father, fell at my feet shamelessly, confirming his complete commitment.
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