I was raised in a small village called Ramnagar, in India. At the age of 18, I was married off to a man twice my age, because he did not ask for a dowry.
He was an Indian living in Africa. Immediately after our marriage we flew to Africa, and in those few hours my husband never even touched me. I had heard from married ladies in India how a husband touches our private parts and how he fingers the pussy and chews the breasts. The anticipation of all this was too much for me to take and I noticed that throughout that journey my pussy kept getting moist.
We soon reached our home in a small town near Nairobi. The home was like a palace. We had 7 servants, 9 maids and 5 drivers. But I was put in a bedroom next to my husband's. I questioned him about it and he told me that since I was so young he did not want to scare me. He would go slowly with me. He also told me that he was used to sleeping alone all his life and we might disturb each other if we slept in the same bed. He said he would visit me every now and then. He jokes the way Indian king's used to do.
He did not come to me the first or the second night. The third night he sent a maid to my room to prepare me for our wedding night. The maid did not speak English, so I could not ask her anything. Many strange things went on around me. For instance, no one spoke to me, and I did not see my husband for 2 days. The most peculiar thing was that my meals were served to me in my bedroom. "Masa is busy," was the answer I got every time I asked about my husband.
My maid massaged my body with various oils and gave me a manicure and a pedicure. She shaved my body, and even my pussy. She then washed me with exotic soaps and body shampoos and washed my hair. All the while I had strange feelings rising from my belly. My whole body tingled and my skin took on a red glow. After rubbing me dry the maid made me wear red sheer lace panties and a matching bra, which barely covered my butt and breasts. She put some kind of sweet smelling perfume under my arms and on my breasts and wrists, then gave me a flowing gown of sheer black silk. The bodice hugged my breasts and the skirt hugged me down to my hips and then it flowed like a river the rest of the way down. It had most intricate work on it. When I looked myself in the mirror, I gasped. It was as though I was covered from head to toe. I looked sexy. My red garments showed through the sheer gown and the skin underneath glowed, giving a glimpse of my sexuality.
