Adultery An Indian Marriage by rulerandcane

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The next section had shorter skirts and she was appalled at the size of them.

"These are too short", she commented, afraid that he would make her wear them.

"They are a bit. Don't worry we will try a few and you don't have to wear them outside till you are comfortable with them. Maybe you start by wearing them at home.

With their selection they went to the change rooms. There was bit of queue for the rooms. She felt like an alien with her Salwar and all these western people dressed in their skirts and jeans. She also saw some awkward stares as she was standing there with him. He did not seem embarrassed standing in between all the women. They squeezed into the small change room.

"Time to dress my doll", he smiled.

She was indeed his doll and she felt that way. She did like that he was paying so much attention to her clothes but at the same time she felt he was making most of the decisions for her.

She removed her clothes and tried the long flowing skirts first. She liked them all. They were beautiful and colorful. She admired herself in the mirror.

"Like them?" He asked sensing her excitement.

"Yes, they are all very pretty", she replied.

"Let's keep them all"

"No, it is too much. I don't want to spend too much money", She replied. Her mother never allowed her to buy many clothes. They were not very rich but at the same time her parents did not waste much money on things like clothes.

"Don't worry. Money is not a problem. Plus you can return them later if you decide"

"Ok", she mumbled.

They tried the different tops and Meeta picked up 5 of them. They finally moved to the shorter skirts. As she got into one of them she realized that they only rode till her thighs. She felt naked in them.

"Turn around", asked Dinesh.

"See they make you look pretty."

"I don't like them. I feel naked."

He gently grabbed her shoulders.

"You will get used to them. Plus I like you in them and it gives me access to the good stuff". Saying that, he moved his hands under her skirt. He slid his hands under her panties and cupped her bum. She froze realizing that they were in a public place. But he was not done, his hands roamed further and played with pussy. He then pulled her panties down to her thighs. She resisted instinctively trying to push his hands away.

"Ahh. Don't resist. Your body is for my pleasure remember"

"But... We are in public"

"Yes, I know that but no one can see us."

She tried to get out of his embrace. This was too much for her conservative self.

"Now Meeta, don't make me angry. Don't make me put you over my knee here and give you a spanking."

The word spanking sent a shiver down her. Her eyes dropped and she walked back into his arms. Spanking would definitely be worse, especially here. She complied.

He played with her pussy as he kissed her. He sensed the resistance in her but wanted to push her a bit.

She heard some voices near them of other people in change rooms. She was too embarrassed and then all of a sudden something snapped.

"No, I can't do this." She pushed him away and grabbed her panties and pulled them. She then started removing her skirt.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to go home." Her eyes were a bit watery.

"No, we have not finished shopping."

"I can't do this". She started fumbling around looking for her salwar.

He was amused at her rebellion.

"Are you disobeying me?"

"Please, I can't do this. Sorry...", She mumbled. She had finished wearing her salwar.

"Stop dressing up. I said we are not done."

But she had already decided and she walked out of the changing room leaving him with all her clothes.

He was angry now but realized that he finally reached a point where she had the courage to respond back. He knew this would happen and he had plans for this. He walked out.