My name is Charlotte. I'm a short (4'6" to be exact) Irish girl with red hair and sea green eyes. I was a shy and boring individual up until recently. You see, my family had given me away to an arranged marriage with another person in our ethnic group and we never actually bonded. We didn't even try to do anything for our boring honeymoon in the best hotel in town.
Yes, I was quite boring and vanilla with life. But things change. My arranged husband named Daryan (I call him Rye or Ryan) and I have been legally wedded for 3 years. I am 21, he's age 23. Our families and church began urging us to have a family. Stupid Daryan had to let everyone know we were celibate.
Our church began paying for books about starting families, aphrodisiac pills for both my husband and I, and the church even went so far as to pay for couples therapy!
I actually blame the sex stimulating pills. But I had 3 affairs In a very short amount of time. I discovered my little pussy likes being ripped open. I thought our first therapist was really hot. I had to have him take my first time.
We got a better therapist after and we began actually working on our marriage. Daryan and I started doing the deed. He was so big. He ripped me open good. But dang it, he came too soon and was done.
Later he used his mouth and blew my mind. He had asked our sex therapist who works with our marriage counselor what would feel good for me. He apparently really liked the idea that someone else would know what he was going to do to me. Today is our follow up appointment.
Dr. Wilkins is our couples therapy counselor. He's old (age 55) and very much knowledgeable on making it work between two young people forced to love each other from an early age.
Dr. Risa is our sexual therapist. She's black, slim, age 28, and she always has a smile on. She's been a good help. Or so I'd like to think.
"How has your special time together been?" Risa asked.
"It's great. Charlotte is like a lass out of the videos." Daryan said.
"M.. ah..hnn." I began nervously trying to find something to say to get him to slow down. My face turned red.
"My word! Ryan, maybe take a moment to think how your wife would feel before you say something like that. I understand you two have had difficulty talking about this before." Dr. Wilkins said.
After a moment of collecting myself, I let him have an earful.
"Fockin hell Ryan! Have a smidge of decency, won't you?!" I yelled and covered my face in embarrassment.
"Yes, good. This is important. We're still learning how to talk about this together. But by the sounds of things, you two had a good time together." Risa said.
"Y.. yes. He um.. he did me real good." I admitted through shaky words.
"Sometimes using more direct words helps to make us comfortable talking about this topic. Would you like to say it again?" Risa asked. I nodded shyly.
"Great! So tell me, what did Ryan do to you real good?" She followed up.
"Um.. he.. we.. Ryan did.. he just did me." I said unsure.
"Go on now. No judgements here. Think the most crude words and work your way to decency from there. Don't be shy. He's your husband. It isn't every day you get compared to a porn star." Risa chuckled.
The words raced through my head. "But I'm a good girl. I don't want him to think-" I began.
"No judgements." Risa hushed me.
"Ryan.. fucked.. me real good." I said with little confidence.
"Good. Try saying it more nitty gritty. Really let go of your inhibitions on this topic. Watch yourselves grow together." Risa encouraged.
I inhaled and my heart skipped a beat. "I.. no. Daryan ripped my little p.. ah.. no.." I blushed and hid my face. "My husband drilled me. He ripped my little pussy open and drilled in deeper than I could handle. And.. I wanted more."
I said now running out of breath with an elevated heart rate.
"Wow. That must have felt liberating to say. Daryan. Won't you give her more?" Risa asked.
"Y..yes. I'll.. ah.. my.. Charlotte, I'll do it. I'll fuck you in half if it gets you to cum! Fuck you're so sexy!" He exclaimed. He stood up from his seat.
I sat blushing on the leather couch. He started walking towards me and I let out a surprised yelp as he threw himself on me.
"No! No Rye! Not here! Please!" I said.
He picked me up, sat down where I was and set me on his lap. My thighs slapped onto his pants. I felt his hardness under my ass. I swear it could lift me up.
"You two are so darn cute together!" Risa exclaimed with a laugh. "Dr. Aren't they a cute couple?" She asked Dr. Wilkins. He nodded with a smile as he wrote on his clip board.
Our therapy was all talk from there. We learned some about voyeurism, size queens and daddy dom over little girls. It seemed fun but I wasn't ready to explore it quite yet. We agreed to talk about it together. Daryan drove me home. He wanted me in my dancing uniform in the bed as soon as possible.
Upon arriving home someone else was there. His sister Marceline.
"Hey Ryan! I don't know if you got my message, but I'm in town for the week. I'm hoping we can all hang out." She said as we arrived home together.
Marceline didn't particularly like me, if I remember correctly. But I know she and Rye are pretty close.
"Marcy! I kept forgetting to tell Charlotte. I'm sure our guest room is all ready for you." He said.
Dammit! He just invited her to stay with us? And the guest room needs new linen and a fair dusting. There goes my week.
I brought in her luggage, almost as heavy as me. As I entered the house, I heard them gossiping about family. "They want to know if you're really happy, Ryan. Shiloh and his girl are going through tough times too, turns out she was cheating. Now they're trying to make it work. She hits him. One day little Shiloh will snap. You'll see." Marceline said.
"We're doing awesome now. Therapy is working just fine and we're uh.. well.." he trailed off.
"You're what? What, Ryan?" She pressed on.
"You know.. we're good on each other." I could practically feel him blush then I stumbled into the living room to end the conversation.
"Let me fix up the guest room for a moment, yea dear?" I asked out of breath.
"Fine, fine. Thanks Charlotte." She said giggling at Daryan and his embarrassed face.
"Everything all right with my dear?" I asked.
"He was just saying how you two are-" she was interrupted by Daryan.
"Taking care of things with therapy. Couldn't be better, right Charlotte?" He said with a nervous chuckle.
I gauged her prying and raised her one.
"That's right! Did you know?! Your brother?! Can drill deep into my bladder?!"
I paused for dramatic effect between words. I hope that changed the topic.
Both of them hushed up uncomfortably. And shifted about in their seats.
"Well! I'm off to freshen up the guest room. Make yourself at home Marceline dear." I said as I headed down the hall. I laughed under my breath and began blushing.
Both Daryan and I had the day off. I forgot the reason. So I was going to prepare a nice little dinner for two. The reason was Marcy, of course. And she wanted to eat out.
"Come on, Chinese. No? Korean BBQ? Pizza?! Anything Rye?" Marcy asked. Marcy and Daryan were trying to figure out what to order tonight. I didn't like that she called him Rye. Whatever.
"Hey Charlotte, what's good for eats in this town?" She asked me.
"I usually cook. But maybe Italian? There's this adorable place by the construction site." I suggested.
"Perfect! We're going there since Rye can't decide. He must be so lucky to have home cooking every evening." Marcy said trailing off.
