22-03-2019, 01:29 PM
An Indian Marriage Ch. 07
Next morning, Meeta woke up and heard noises in the kitchen. Dinesh was already up. She hurried out of the bed. Dinesh was cooking something and was in his shorts. It looked like he had done some running in the gym.
"Good morning, my love." Dinesh gave her a kiss.
"Good morning", she replied. Can I do something?
"No. I have it covered. Make yourself some coffee."
Meeta made herself some coffee and sat at the table. Dinesh got his breakfast plate to thee table.
"So, first day alone for you." Dinesh remarked.
She nodded.
"I won't come home for lunch but will be home around 5.00"
"OK."
They chatted for few minutes and then Dinesh got up and went for a shower. Meeta sat wondering what she would do today. She did not have any plans as such and was going to relax in her solitude.
Dinesh came back to the kitchen. He was smartly dressed. Meeta had not seen him dressed like this since their marriage reception.
"OK, I will rush now. See you in the evening. Call me if you need anything." He kissed her on her lips and hugged her.
Meeta showered and had some cereal. She then watched tv aimlessly. Around 11.00 , she heard her phone ring. She hunted for it and picked it. It was Dinesh.
"How is it going?"
"OK, I did not do much so far. Just lazing around."
"Good, don't forget to shave your pussy."
She was shocked that he was saying that over the phone.
"Ok." She mumbled. Dinesh decided to play more.
"I had a break from the meetings and was thinking about you and your naked body. Then I remembered your pussy. Make sure you it is smooth by the evening." He laughed and she mumbled again.
"What else are you going to do?"
"I don't know."
"You better figure out things to do. Go run in the gym. Cook some good food and wait for me."
"Ok."
They talked for another few minutes and then he hung up. Meeta decided to get the pussy thing sorted first. She had already showered but she stripped naked again and went into the shower. She wondered why Dinesh wanted her shaved. Is that what all women do? She made a mental note to check about this on the Internet. She carefully shaved and moisturized her most sensitive area.
She did not feel like gym and so decided to explore the kitchen. She had prepared herself for being a good cook but in the last few weeks she had done very little cooking. Sex dominated their interaction more and she was getting used to it. Now she decided to switch to a traditional India wife and cook something good for her husband. She labored for next few hours and cooked different stuff. She checked the clock and it was around 4.30. Dinesh should be here soon. She decided to change into a more traditional Indian dress.
At around 5.15 she heard the car approach and she opened the door. Dinesh got out smiling.
"Looking good." He said giving her ass a good squeeze. Meeta smiled back. She was getting used to these personal touches.
Dinesh collapsed into the couch.
"Get me a beer." She said.
She went to the kitchen and bought him one.
"How was your day?"
"I was fine. I watched TV and cooked."
"Good. Did you take care of your pussy?"
"Yes." She replied shyly.
"Good. Let's see that then." Dinesh said sipping his beer.
"You mean now?" She asked quizzically.
"Yes, why not. I was thinking about it on the drive back."
Meeta tensed again. She slowly fumbled her salwar and undid it. It fell on the ground. She was wearing plain white panties. She slid them down. Then she lifted her kameez and clumsily showed her pussy to him.
"Lose the top. It is coming in the way." Dinesh waved at her.
She obeyed. She was now naked, except for her bra.
"Widen your legs a bit."
She did.
"Come closer."
She did.
He felt her pusssy and inspected it. He rubbed his hand on her soft clit. He loved smooth pussies and always had a hard time convincing his girl friends to do that. Now his wife would always be shaven.
Next morning, Meeta woke up and heard noises in the kitchen. Dinesh was already up. She hurried out of the bed. Dinesh was cooking something and was in his shorts. It looked like he had done some running in the gym.
"Good morning, my love." Dinesh gave her a kiss.
"Good morning", she replied. Can I do something?
"No. I have it covered. Make yourself some coffee."
Meeta made herself some coffee and sat at the table. Dinesh got his breakfast plate to thee table.
"So, first day alone for you." Dinesh remarked.
She nodded.
"I won't come home for lunch but will be home around 5.00"
"OK."
They chatted for few minutes and then Dinesh got up and went for a shower. Meeta sat wondering what she would do today. She did not have any plans as such and was going to relax in her solitude.
Dinesh came back to the kitchen. He was smartly dressed. Meeta had not seen him dressed like this since their marriage reception.
"OK, I will rush now. See you in the evening. Call me if you need anything." He kissed her on her lips and hugged her.
Meeta showered and had some cereal. She then watched tv aimlessly. Around 11.00 , she heard her phone ring. She hunted for it and picked it. It was Dinesh.
"How is it going?"
"OK, I did not do much so far. Just lazing around."
"Good, don't forget to shave your pussy."
She was shocked that he was saying that over the phone.
"Ok." She mumbled. Dinesh decided to play more.
"I had a break from the meetings and was thinking about you and your naked body. Then I remembered your pussy. Make sure you it is smooth by the evening." He laughed and she mumbled again.
"What else are you going to do?"
"I don't know."
"You better figure out things to do. Go run in the gym. Cook some good food and wait for me."
"Ok."
They talked for another few minutes and then he hung up. Meeta decided to get the pussy thing sorted first. She had already showered but she stripped naked again and went into the shower. She wondered why Dinesh wanted her shaved. Is that what all women do? She made a mental note to check about this on the Internet. She carefully shaved and moisturized her most sensitive area.
She did not feel like gym and so decided to explore the kitchen. She had prepared herself for being a good cook but in the last few weeks she had done very little cooking. Sex dominated their interaction more and she was getting used to it. Now she decided to switch to a traditional India wife and cook something good for her husband. She labored for next few hours and cooked different stuff. She checked the clock and it was around 4.30. Dinesh should be here soon. She decided to change into a more traditional Indian dress.
At around 5.15 she heard the car approach and she opened the door. Dinesh got out smiling.
"Looking good." He said giving her ass a good squeeze. Meeta smiled back. She was getting used to these personal touches.
Dinesh collapsed into the couch.
"Get me a beer." She said.
She went to the kitchen and bought him one.
"How was your day?"
"I was fine. I watched TV and cooked."
"Good. Did you take care of your pussy?"
"Yes." She replied shyly.
"Good. Let's see that then." Dinesh said sipping his beer.
"You mean now?" She asked quizzically.
"Yes, why not. I was thinking about it on the drive back."
Meeta tensed again. She slowly fumbled her salwar and undid it. It fell on the ground. She was wearing plain white panties. She slid them down. Then she lifted her kameez and clumsily showed her pussy to him.
"Lose the top. It is coming in the way." Dinesh waved at her.
She obeyed. She was now naked, except for her bra.
"Widen your legs a bit."
She did.
"Come closer."
She did.
He felt her pusssy and inspected it. He rubbed his hand on her soft clit. He loved smooth pussies and always had a hard time convincing his girl friends to do that. Now his wife would always be shaven.
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