Adultery An Indian Marriage by rulerandcane

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Wear the skirt I bought you. The black one."

That skirt was one of the shortest ones she had. She had worn it only once before.

"And the top?"

"Pick one." Dinesh was not too concerned about the top.

"I will be in the living room."

Dinesh got up and went. He had been planning moving up a level with the sex play. He sensed that Meeta was not comfortable but the last several weeks had made her more accepting of his requests. The areas where she was not he was comfortable coaxing her or forcing her.

Meeta came to the room, dressed, as requested.

"You are looking great." Dinesh got up and gave her a kiss and hug.

"Now, let's see." He had the butterfly panty in his hand.

He shifted her skirt up and and bunched in around her hips. He then tugged her panties down to her ankles.

"Step out of them." He tapped her thighs.

She did.

He then slipped her the new panties and adjusted them around her hips. Meeta shifted uneasily. The panties felt weird and there was something rubbery in front of her pussy. She was not sure what that was for. She knew that Dinesh was upto something evil with this game.

"That looks good. Not sure if you need another panties over it. Maybe you do." Dinesh was talking to himself. He decided it was best to have another set of underwear. So he pulled her original kickers on top. They looked at little bunched.

"See if this is comfortable. You can remove the other one if it is not."

Meeta was uncomfortable.

"Why the other one? What does the butterfly one do?"

Part of Dinesh wanted to hide that fact till the moment but he felt that was not fair and may have some unwanted surprises.

"Let me demonstrate."

"Give me a nice walk like a fashion girl."

"You mean here."

"Yes, start from that door to here."

Meeta did as told and swayed her hips in a mock fashion walk. Nothing happened at the end of the first walk.

"One more." Dinesh gestured as he fumbled in his pocket. Half way through the next, Meeta felt an incredible sensation in her pussy. That panty started vibrating similar to the toy Dinesh used yesterday. The one she had love-hate relationship with. Her knees almost gave up and she stumbled.

"Oh..." She realized that Dinesh had the remote control for it.

Dinesh stopped it. Meeta seemed to relax. Dinesh switched it on again.

"Ohh..." She squirmed again.

"Now I get to control your pleasure." Dinesh laughed. He turned it off again.

"I can't wear this outside." It was clear to her that Dinesh had too much control with that device. She could not even imagine how it would be in public.

"You will. That is part of the fun."

"Please don't make me wear that."

"That is not up for debate. Do you want to wear your normal panties over it?"

"Please. This will be embarrassing in public."

"No it won't. I will be nice as long as you are nice."

"But..."

"No but. Do as you are told."

Dinesh was getting impatient.

Meeta stood there in her predicament. She knew that Dinesh was not in a mood for any discussions and was likely to have his way. The question for her was whether she could negotiate something without making him angry. Her skirt was still bunched up.

"Come on. Decide and straighten up."

Meeta looked him without saying anything, almost pleading with her eyes.

"Do you want a spanking to clear your mind?" Dinesh looked straight into her eyes.

Meeta quickly pulled her panties up and fixed her skirt.

"Good."

As they were walking towards the car, Dinesh turned it on again. Meeta shuddered. The device was giving her immense pleasure but the public nature of it was creating a different kind of emotion; fear. She managed to walk straight. Dinesh turned it off.