Irish Bull. Indian Cow
Authors note:
This is a stand-alone story. It was a request from a reader from the site who liked some of my other work. The scenario, plot and character descriptions are based solely on her input.
Prologue:
Pooja had been married to her husband Manan for 11 years. He had been born in the US while she was a native of Dehli in India. His parents had emigrated to the US from India years before. Both of them, respecting their parents customs and traditions, had agreed to an arranged marriage. That was how they had come to be a couple.
Looking back, Pooja had come to regret her decisions. Not that her husband was a bad guy, not even that she didn't love him. She did, in her own way. But it wasn't a fairy tale love and it wasn't reinforced by an active or satisfying sex life. Things had cooled off in the bedroom and that was an added strain on her.
She felt that life and the chances that it offered was passing her by. She was only thirty-two years old. An attractive woman, her pretty dark features and long black hair had attracted looks before and since she had married. Pooja kept herself active and her body reflected that commitment to, standing 5'5 tall, 120 lbs and with a round full 34D pair of breasts.
As can sometimes happen, Pooja found herself confiding to a stranger rather than a friend about her fears and regrets.
The person she finally opened up to was Maggie, a recent newcomer to NYC. She had travelled there from Ireland with her husband Liam. Liam was working as a bartender at Pooja's local bar and Maggie could often be found there as she waited for her husband's shift to finish. Over time, and over drinks, Pooja had come to know Maggie well enough to strike up conversations with her either at the bar or if their paths crossed accidentally in the neighbourhood.
At one chance meeting during the day, the two women had decided to go to a coffee shop for a chat, both looking to kill a little time. Pooja found herself praising Maggie for her luck in finding Liam as a husband and comparing Manan to Liam. While Manan had done well for them both, good job, nice house, money... Liam could turn a head like her husband never could. Liam stood at 6'3, wide shoulders that tapered down to a slim waist. He was older than Maggie and Pooja, over forty now. There was greying hair scattered through his red hair and his short beard had two streaks of grey running perpendicular to his chin. Despite this, his face remained unlined and his blue green eyes still sparkled with youthful good humour as he shared jokes with customers at the bar. He wasn't conventionally good-looking but he had an openness and a manliness that was very attractive to women.
As Pooja continued to build Liam up and run Manan down, Maggie frowned before asking her straight out, 'Do you want my husband to fuck you?'
Pooja had been totally taken aback by the other woman's blunt question. That and the fact that it was asked almost eagerly, like Maggie hoped she would say yes. She had tried to bluster, to change the subject but Maggie had chased her, dogged her, kept on and on until Pooja had blurted out 'yes'. 'So, talk to your own husband and I will talk to mine. Liam will be grand with it, not the first time we've done something like this before. Me or him or both of us, we like to keep it open and interesting. Let me know what Manan says.'
He hadn't taken the request well. Pooja had decided to be open and honest with him when she brought it up. The words had barely left her mouth when he had stood up and walked out of the house, slamming the door behind him. He had returned hours later, refusing to talk to her until they both fell asleep that night, a gulf between them as they lay in bed.
The next morning however he surprised her by raising the subject over breakfast. Manan seemed to understand that something had to change in their relationship. He wasn't at all convinced that this was the change that was needed but he had decided that he was willing to try as he loved her that much. He only requested that it was just to be sex between Pooja and Liam, he didn't want it to be something intimate between them so Pooja couldn't kiss this man, this Irishman.
Chapter 1:
The day before Liam was supposed to call to meet both Pooja and Manan, Pooja found herself answering her front door to an unexpected guest. It was Maggie. Pooja greeted her warmly however and stepped back to invite the tall blonde Irishwoman inside. They made their way to the kitchen where Pooja offered her guest a coffee.
"Black thanks" Maggie answered as she took a seat at the kitchen table. Maggie had what appeared to be a small overnight bag beside her. She now lifted the small piece of luggage onto the tabletop and tapped it significantly.
"I didn't know if you had any decent lingerie or that" she began explaining to Pooja, "so I took the liberty of bringing some stuff over for you to try on. Liam loves a woman who tries to make a good first impression and this will help with that."
Pooja placed the two cups on the table and took a seat opposite Maggie.
"Um, ok. Sure, I guess it can't hurt" Pooja said dubiously eyeing the bag.
After they finished their coffee Maggie insisted they head upstairs to a bedroom with a full-length mirror so that Pooja could try on a few items of underwear. Pooja was a bit nervous stripping in front of Maggie but the other woman was just so matter of fact about the whole situation. Pooja knew her initial confidence about wanting to try sex with a dominant Bull had been driven a lot by the alcohol, now sober her natural shyness was beginning to make her hesitate.
She stripped down to her bra and panties. Maggie moved closer and then crouched in front of her, slipping a finger inside the plain white panties and pulling them aside to reveal the impressive bush of pubic hair beneath them.
"That's got to go before we do anything else!"
Pooja found herself being ushered to the ensuite bathroom and under Maggie's firm gaze she first trimmed and then shaved her bush clean off. She hadn't shaved it since...Pooja couldn't remember if she had even been completely shorn of her pubes before now. Without warning, Maggie's hand brushed lightly over the now bald crotch causing Pooja to step back in alarm.
"Just checking" Maggie explained with a grin.
The freshly shaved Pooja then went back into the bedroom where her eyes began popping out as she watched Maggie take out a number of different outfits.
"I can't wear something like that" Pooja exclaimed
"Of course you can, don't be worried about sizes, your breasts are a bit bigger than mine and that's nothing if not a bonus with clothes like this" Maggie answered her.
"No, that's not what I meant" Pooja said as Maggie turned back to the items of lingerie now spread out on the bed.
"I know what you meant" Maggie answered, not even bothering to turn around, "but you need to understand, you don't get a say in any of this."
