I am Maggie, a 32 year old white woman, married to Rahul, a fun Indian. I am kind of tiny, barely 5 ft tall, and round in the right places (32B), according to my hubby "I am a sexy white doll." I love Hindi culture, it is so exotic and intriguing I made a decision few years back that I want to fully experience it, despite the fact some my friends were warning me that I will become a "possession" of my Indian husband. Well, the little devil in me kind of wanted to try that.
A couple of weeks ago for my birthday Rahul gave me a beautiful, green sari, along with a box of bangles. I never wore sari before! I loved the texture of the material, but when I started to put it on me, I started running into some unexpected complications and Rahul watched my struggles with a smirky smile. At some point he pointed at the screen of his laptop, showing me a photo of a beautiful woman wearing a similar sari. It took me a moment to parse what was unusual: she wore it without any blouse, without bra, without pants, basically, she was wearing it on her nude body. A silhouette of her breasts were teasingly visible, so were her nipples. I gasped, I blushed, went to our bedroom, took off everything I was wearing off, and put it on. I do not think Rahul expected to see what he saw. But there was another issue: the sari was very slippery and after less than a minute of presenting myself to him, it gently slipped off my hips. Whoops. That ended the demonstration - he stood up, undressed, gently slid his cock in my mouth and I let him cum in there. For the first time in fact. Then we passionately fucked.
Few hours later, when walking by the empty box from sari, I found a small card. It was a ticket to an upscale hair salon, which I always wanted to go to, but never did because of how expensive it was. Excited, I headed there right next day.
At the hair place they took me inside without any waiting. I absolutely loved what they did to my hair. I never looked so beautiful. My nails were happy too. When I was reading to leave, they took me to a 3rd room and asked to fully undress. "May I ask why?" to which the lady replied that my husband requested that they also take a good care of my pubic area. Oh, that is unexpected. I always keep the area nicely trimmed so I was curious and unsure what else he wanted. About an hour later, after every single hair in the entire area down there was removed, I knew exactly what his fantasy was! But now I felt so exposed down there!
When I returned, a nicely looking lady waited for me at our house, setting up her photo equipment. I quickly learned she is a professional photographer that Rahul brought. The first few photos were very innocent, but quickly she started asking me to take off piece by piece, and ultimately I ended up in front of her and my husband fully nude, with my freshly shaved bald pussy, which I noticed my husband could not take his eyes off me.
Next day I could not stop thinking about the photo session. I showered and kept staring at my completely bald pussy, feeling some sweet juicing gently flowing down there. When Rahul returned from work, I caught him right near the room, unzipped his pants and took him in my mouth, despite the fact he did not have a chance to shower all day long. The strong aroma of his unwashed cock suddenly became so intoxicating I grabbed his buttocks and started taking him inside my mouth deeper and deeper as deep as I managed. At first surprised, he quickly figured out my mood, pushed me to the nearest wall and started pushing himself even deeper, slowly but steadily, until I could feel the tip of his cock at the back of my throat, my nose touched his pubic hair. When he came I closed my lips trying to catch every single drop and swallow it. For the first time in my life.
