For as long as I can remember I’ve always been primarily attracted to Desi women. I’ve had relationships with Indian, Pakistani, and Bangladeshi women over the years, but when I first met my wife I knew she was the one. It was definitely a love at first sight moment, but when I saw her in a beautiful saree that cemented it for me.

My wife only dressed traditional on special occasions at first, and a flood of thoughts bounced around in my brain. Typically how beautiful she looks but also my lizard brain came into play about how I’d absolutely love to defile her when she’s dressed like this. Eventually I couldn’t take it and I had to tell her just how much seeing her like this turned me on, she loved hearing that.

All of a sudden she began wearing them more frequently. She’d use it to tease me, taking on a role of a Desi housewife when I returned home from work. I loved it, and she loved it as I would unraveled her dress.

It didn’t take me too long to proposition her to keep it on while we ravaged each other. At first she was a bit hesitant, but I encouraged her to at least try. The first time I fucked her in a saree she was wearing a bright red saree with her midriff exposed. It turned me completely primal, something overtook me and we had the best sex we’d had in months.

Since then the teasing has become more frequent and so has the saree sex. She’ll go shopping for sarees or lehengas and ask me what colors I wish to see her in. Needless to say, she has me hopelessly hooked on having her like this.