Adultery An Indian Marriage by rulerandcane

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Dinesh wasn't expecting an answer.

"Over the next week or so I will teach you what makes me happy and what you need to do. Be a good girl and obey."

Meeta was a bit afraid of the strict tone of her voice but she nodded.

"Say it, I will obey.", came a even harsher tone.

"I will obey", stammered Meeta.

Dinesh got up, patted her cheeks, and gave her a kiss.

Meeta froze. That was her first kiss by any man.

As if he knew what she was thinking Dinesh asked, "Was that your first kiss?"

"Yes."

"There will be several firsts for you. You and I will get to know your body better over the course of our lives" said Dinesh while running his fingers over her cheeks.

"Do you always wear saris?"

"Yes", Meeta had never worn anything else since she hit puberty.

"That will need to change. I will get your other dresses. I like saris but at the same time I don't want you in a Sari every day."

And to make a point, Dinesh removed the top of the sari that was covering her blouse and breasts.

Meeta's reflexed and her hand tried to intervene.

"Stop..I get to do what I want...Don't forget that."

Dinesh admired her perky breasts fully covered in a loose fitting blouse. There was so much he could do with his new doll. She had a good body. Her breasts were not very big but he was never a breasts man. Her body was shapely and the best part of her anatomy was her shapely hips and buttocks.

Dinesh left the sari top and stared at her breasts. Meeta dropped her eyes.

"Let's go to the living room.", Dinesh said

Meeta was not sure. Wasn't this bedroom material like her mother told her?

But she followed him while adjusting her sari

Dinesh collapsed into his large recliner in the living room. He was read y for the Meeta show.

"Come stand here in front of me."

Meeta dragged herself there unsure what was going to happen and how she was going to react to this.

"Undo the sari top again, M.", ordered Dinesh.

Slowly and shyly she lowered her top and instinctively covered her breasts with her hands.

"Hands on your side girl. Your body is for my viewing pleasure."

Meeta moved her hands slowly again.

"Make note, this is rule number one for our marriage."

"Say it loud", ordered Dinesh.

Meeta looked at him blankly. This was already beyond her comfort zone.

"My body..." helped Dinesh.

"My body is for your viewing pleasure.", came out the words.

"Relax, M, just relax."

"It's time to remove the whole sari. I am going to get a drink and when I am back I want the sari removed and you standing with the hands on your side. Got it?" - With that Dinesh got up and kissed on her lips and cheeks and went to the kitchen.

In her loneliness, thoughts swirled around in Meeta's head. She wondered how she was going to handle all this. Had other girls who got married done this? A remote part of her thought Dinesh was asking too much but she did not have the confidence to confront him and she was also afraid of messing up her relationship on her first day alone with him.

She removed her sari and in her petticoat and blouse stood there waiting for him.

Dinesh intentionally delayed his arrival. Part of this was mind games he wanted to play and increase her anticipation. He grabbed a beer and pleased with the situation so far went back to see his bride standing there.