Indian Wife Discovers Her Lesbian Desires

Always, in the evening, I love to hold my beautiful
Indian wife Anita in my arms and gently caress her soft
and smooth body. She is 34 years old and very feminine.
Her body is naturally curvaceous – with generous
breasts and nicely rounded arse. But she looks after
herself, exercising regularly and keeping her stomach
nice and flat and her legs well-toned. Her hair is deep
black and her skin dusky – its richness set off by her
red lipstick and the golden bangles and necklaces she
loves to wear.

Oh yes, her perfume is always noticeable. In short, she
is striking indeed and always turns heads. She is also
very sensuous and more than satisfies my needs. He cunt
is shaven smooth and always open to me – and invariably
wet. What more could a man ask? Well, I was now about
to discover that there was more.

One evening as we lay together Anita reached for my
cock and began to gently and seductively stroked it.
But there is something different about her, an air of
nervous excitement. She leans across to kiss me, her
soft breasts sliding across my chest. As she does so
she holds my gaze. ‘Darling,’ she says, ‘I have a
confession to make. I need to tell you something.
Something happened while you were at work today. Your
Indian woman had an adventure. I’m a little nervous
telling you. But I don’t want any secrets between us. I
think you can handle it – can’t you?’ ‘Go ahead, I
reply, you know I support you in whatever you do.’

‘Well, she continued, you know Mrs. Kumila across the
road?’ I did. She was a well-built woman in her late
50s who had stopped and chatted to us when we first
arrived in the neighbourhood. Her appearance was
arresting: thick black hair, large, buxom, breasts, and
wide hips.

Her husband was a wealthy businessman who spent a lot
of time away from the home. She didn’t seem to mind,
she was one of those self-sufficient women who busied
herself with not very much. ‘Well, I passed her in the
street today. We chatted and she invited me over for
some afternoon tea. Come any time she said, the later
the better.

It was about 5.00pm when I knocked on the door, to be
admitted by a pretty oriental maid. She told me to go
upstairs. Madam was just getting ready and had given
her instructions to send me up. The maid smiled
bashfully as she said this – sweetly I thought.

I ascended the stairs and finding the door to what I
thought must be the bedroom ajar gently knocked and
entered. The air was humid from the effects of a
shower, and Mrs. Kumila entered from her shower room
wrapped in a large red towel. It had to be large, for
as you know she is a large woman!

She came up to me enthusiastically and kissed me on the
cheek. ‘I’m so glad you could come, I’m just getting
ready from my shower, do come and keep me company. She
took my hand and led me across to the dressing table,
where she sat before a large mirror.

She began to do her make-up, putting a luscious red
lipstick and combing her long black hair. She is a
handsome woman, and I found myself watching her
closely. Every so often she fixed her gaze on mine in
the mirror. I noticed that she had hair under her
armpits. I found the sight strangely arousing.

Normally women are smooth, but the sight of this hair
under Mrs. Kumila’s arms was intriguing – speaking of
earthy and elemental passions. She began to apply
lotion to her shoulders and arms. Be a sweetie, she
said, and rub some of this lotion on my back.

I was nervous. The thought of touching this woman’s
naked skin was bad enough, but she was observing me
very closely in the mirror. Her skin was soft and
smooth. The sensations I felt were electric. This act
of massaging a woman’s back was deeply erotic and I
responded by backing my massage as slow and sensual as
I could, kneading her shoulders with both my hands and
easing the tensions in her neck muscles.

Mrs. Kumila lent back against me and rolled her head
from side to side. ‘Ah, this feels so good Anita. You
are doing such a good job, you are getting rid of all
that stress.’ She lifted her right hand and placed it
on my left, squeezing it.

‘Thank you, my dear, auntie really appreciates what
you’re doing.’

I flushed and stammered back ‘Oh, that’s ok. I’m glad
to be of use…’ My hand pushed down towards the edge
of the towel wrapped around her.

‘Here,’ she said, ‘let me help you’ and with that she
unravelled the towel and let it slide of her shoulders
down to her waist. Her bare back was now exposed. But
that is not what caught my eye. Rather, my gaze was
drawn to her large dark and heavy breasts that were now
clearly visible in the mirror. They were the biggest
breasts I’d ever seen, and they swung to and fro to the
rhythm of my massage.

Again Mrs. Kumila saw my intense look and smiled
seductively. ‘Here, give me some of that cream.’ She
began to massage the oil into her large mature breasts,
rolling them in her hands, feeling the contours, and
giving special attention to the hard nipples.

‘You can see, dear, why your auntie’s shoulders ache.
It is from carrying around these large objects. I
sometimes envy you smaller breasted women; you don’t
have this extra weight to deal with. But then, they’ve
brought me much pleasure over the years. Men love them,
and my husband still goes crazy over my breasts. But
its not men only who love them.’

At this she lent back against me and I stopped
massaging her shoulders, simply resting my hands either
side of my neck. ‘Women do too. You’d be surprised how
often I see women gazing longingly at my bust. And
you’d be surprised at the women too – respectable
women, married women, high-caste women. And you know,
Anita, I love to catch them looking. It excites me to
know that they want me, that they want to fondle my
breasts.’

She took my hand again and this time led me round
before her. ‘For you see, Anita, that a woman’s touch
is special. It’s gentler, more sensitive, more patient
than a man’s. In fact, I prefer it to a man’s. Yes, I
like it when my husband fucks me with his hard cock,
but it’s a woman’s touch that I crave. Its women I love
and need.

Have you met a lesbian before, Anita?’ I shook my head,
startled by the question. ‘You probably have – there
are more women who have lesbian desires than you can
imagine. Well, I am a lesbian. I hope that doesn’t
upset you’ – at this she raised my hand to her lips and
kissed it. ‘Most women have lesbian desires at some
time. Most women find other women attractive.’

She stood up now, the towel falling completely away to
reveal her voluptuous body. ‘Do you like what you see,
Anita? Does it, I wonder, turn you on?’ I was shaking
violently now, with a mixture of fear and desire.

What was this woman doing to me! I had entered her
house with no thought of sex, and now I was before her
glorious naked body, unable to move or speak. ‘I think
I do turn you on. Don’t worry, Anita, many married
women have reacted like you, frightened to explore
their desires for another woman. When they yielded to
me they didn’t regret it.’

She raised her hand and placed it around the back of my
neck. ‘Come to auntie, I’ve got what you need.’ She
pulled me forward. Her breasts were only inches away.
We were both breathing heavily. ‘Go on touch me, Anita,
feel the weight of my heavy breasts. I’d love you to my
dear.’

She closed her eyes and raised her arms above her head.
Her breasts were thrust out, dominating my gaze. I
reached out tentatively, curious for my first touch of
a woman. I gently passed my hands across the soft orbs
of her flesh, before taking the weight of each in the
palms of my hands and beginning to massage them.
‘That’s it darling, love auntie’s breasts. Explore
them. They’re yours. Play with them. Oh darling, come
here.’

She took me in her arms and pressed my mouth to hers. I
didn’t resist. We began to kiss passionately, because I
was on fire now too. She tasted delicious and her
tongue was soon pushing deep inside my mouth. She was
unlocking something in me darling – something that has
been dormant in me for many years.

‘Yes, auntie, yes, I’ve gazed at your beasts, I’ve
fantasised about your voluptuous body. Teach me how to
love a woman, take my lesbian virginity. I’m yours, I’m
yours…’

She stepped away from me now with a seductive smile and
walked slowly towards the bed, climbing onto it and
leaning back against the sumptuous cushions. Her large
breasts hung naturally on either side of her body and
she parted her legs, to reveal the thick black hair of
her cunt. She stroked herself with her fingers.

‘Ummm Anita, you’ve got me nice and wet. Why don’t you
take off those clothes? Let Auntie see that sexy body,
that body that drives your lover wild.’ Nervous still,
I pulled off my T-shirt and slid down my jean, leaving
only my underwear.

‘That’s it my darling. Now remove your bra and panties
– I want to see all of you.’ I did as I was told and
was soon naked before this woman. ‘Beautiful,
beautiful. Now come here my sweet, come to auntie’s
arms.’

I clambered onto the bed and crawled into her welcoming
embrace. She smothered me in her voluptuous form,
pulling me against her big breasts and enveloping me
with her soft thighs. Her hand stoked my back as she
kissed me lovingly and deeply.

‘God, you’ve made auntie so hot. I love your young slim
body. I want to make love to every inch of you. I want
to show you what a woman’s tongue can do.’ I lowered my
mouth to hers again and our sensuous kissing continued.
Oh Jon, I’ve never been kissed like that before, she
was so gentle and tender, she knew my needs so well
honey. And the feeling of our breasts pressing
together, my nipples in her yielding flesh, was about
as much as I could bear.

As we kissed her hand rested on my arse and firmly
squeezed my arse-cheek. I could feel her finger nail
begin to stroke my anus. I groaned, pushing back my
arse to meet her finger. She took the hint and pressed
her finger into my arse hole.

‘Urgghh, yes, auntie, I love this, I love what your
doing to me, don’t stop – please…’ She pushed her
finger deeper and deeper into me until she was fully
accommodated. At first she did not move, content to
enjoy the hot wet pressure of my arse hole, but then
she began a slight motion, easing her finger back and
forth, driving me to the limit of my pleasure. ‘Oh my
Anita, you are so wet aren’t you? Your arse is so full
of love juice for me. I love it baby – I want to eat
your arse, I want to suck out your juice. Would you
like that baby? Would you?’

‘God yes, auntie, I want it so much. I want you to eat
out my arse, to taste my juices. I want you to take all
of me…’

‘Oh yes, my sweet, all in good time. Auntie will give
you all you ever wanted – more than any man can give
you. Now come my love, let auntie Kumila have access to
what she craves – your hot little pussy.’

At this point she slid down the bed a little and at the
same time pulled me up towards her, pushing me forward
till my hands were gripping the headboard and my cunt
was directly over her face. ‘That’s it darling, feed me
your sexy shaven cunt, let me eat your womanhood.’

Her tongue began to slide its way over my outer cunt
lips, flicking hungrily against the soft exposed flesh.
As a woman she knew just how to please me, honing in on
my clit, probing it with her tongue and gently sucking
and teasing it, encouraging it to grow from her
ministrations.

I began to grind my cunt against her face, clutching
the bed head for support. ‘Yes, auntie, yes, love my
cunt. Give me your woman’s love. Ummm, I love what
you’re doing to me, I’ve needed this for so long – this
is what I’ve wanted. Oh auntie your making me so wet,
uh, uh, oh yes…urgghh, yes auntie, yes, ahh, ahh.’

Her tongue was now jabbing into me again and again,
deep into my wet and open hole. Her hands were on my
arse, squeezing the cheeks, pulling me open for her
greedy mouth. My juices were flow flowing thick and
fast and I was humping against this woman’s tongue,
enjoying the sexual release she was giving me. My
orgasm was building now and I began to scream out,
arching my back as I gripped the headboard tightly.

When my orgasm was spent I slumped forward, stunned –
not only from its violence, but from the fact that I’d
orgasmed from the touch and tongue of another woman. I
rolled off Mrs. Kumila’s face and lay on my back,
panting for breath, my breasts heaving and my skin
covered in a sheen of sweat. My hair too was wet with
perspiration. I was and felt myself to be a totally
wanton slut.

I reached across to Mrs. Kumila and softly squeezed her
hand. She shifted herself onto her side, her heavy,
ripe, body wonderful to behold. Our eyes met and I
looked at her with tenderness and gratitude. ‘Thank
you,’ I managed to say. ‘Thank you for the best orgasm
of my life. I can’t believe I’m saying this – that I’d
be thanking a woman for satisfying me like this. My
darling auntie, how did you know – how did you know
this was what I wanted?’

Mrs. Kumila reached across and gently stroked my damp
forehead, pushing the hair from my eyes. ‘You don’t
need to thank me my dear. The debt is all mine my
sweet. I know an erotic woman when I meet one. I’ve
loved and lusted after women for many years. I can
sense from a woman’s reactions to my presence if she is
open to the love of a woman – and believe me honey,
most are…’

As she said this her hand slowly wandered across my
face, over my lips, down the side of my neck and to my
right left nipple. She began to finger its hardness,
making it erect. ‘For you see, Anita, I understand a
woman’s needs, I know where to touch and suck, caress
and massage. Most women find me a better lover than any
man. They go home to their husbands, but they go home
as lesbians.’

Mrs. Kumila leaned over to me now and began to kiss my
stomach, making her way up to my breasts, her hand
sliding up between my legs – which I opened to give her
access to my pussy, hungry again for her ministrations.

‘Can you understand that Anita, can you understand
women who want me for a lesbian lover, who resist their
husbands and save themselves for me? Would you do that
if I asked you? Would you give yourself to me Anita?
Would you become my lesbian slut if I wanted you to?’

My cunt was speaking for me honey. I opened my thighs
wider and wider, desperate to show her my love, to open
for her touch. Her finger was teasing my clit, drawing
it from its hood, stimulating it in ways I could never
have imagined. I slid my fingers into Mrs. Kumila’s
hair and pulled her too me, clasping her so tight,
loving her voluptuous form, the scent of her perfume,
her intoxicating femininity.

‘Yes, auntie, yes, I admit it. I’ll do what you say.
Yes, I’m a lesbian, your lesbian, and I’ll come to you
whenever you say, whenever I can. I love you and I love
what you’ve done to me and are making me. Use me how
you wish – but please, darling, please love your
Anita…’

I couldn’t finish the sentence as Mrs. Kumila’s red
lips closed over mine while two of her fingers slid
into my cunt. I was wet and slippery and she moved her
fingers in and out with ease while her thumb continued
to torment my clit. My juices were flowing thick and
fast and Mrs. Kumila eased her fingers out and raised
them to my face.

‘Here you are my love, breathe in the scent of a woman,
the most arousing smell in the world.’ I smelt deeply
my own juices, loving their pungent odour. ‘Its good
isn’t it my love? Now taste yourself for me.’

She lowered her fingers to my lips and, gazing all the
while into her eyes, I slowly sucked her fingers into
my mouth. This act of sucking my own feminine juices
from the fingers of this lesbian while I gazed into her
deep dark eyes was supremely erotic. I relished every
heady drop.

‘That’s a good girl. You are going to learn to love the
taste of pussy – I can tell your going to love eating
my hairy cunt aren’t you? I can’t wait till your young
lips are kissing my mature ripe pussy. But I think my
love that today you’d like me to fuck you – to take
your lesbian virginity. I think you’d like that,
wouldn’t you my sweet?’

To my disappointment Mrs. Kumila slide off me and
crawled across to the side of the large bed. She eased
herself off and walked across to the bathroom. I
watched longingly the swing of her ample hips and plump
arse. As I lay on the bed I stroked my pussy, yearning
for my lover to return.

And then, looking up, I saw her at the door of the
bathroom, she was leaning against the doorframe in a
seductive pose, her hips jutting out. And there,
strapped around her hips was a large black cock. As I
looked at her she began to stroke it and then with
oozing sensuality walked towards me. Her pendulous
breasts swung as she walked, as did the shiny black
cock. The sight of such a sexy woman sporting an erect
cock was extraordinary. Id never seen such a big cock
and to see it on a woman was too much.

I rose to greet my lover as she clambered to kneel on
the bed. I put my arm around her neck and began to kiss
her with forceful passion. Mr. right hand I lowered to
the dildo, stroking it and feeling its dimension.

‘Oh yes, my auntie, you are so beautiful and your cock
is making me so horny. I could never have imagined,
its, its.its wonderful, a dream, take me now darling,
I’m so wet and ready, fuck me honey with this cock –
take my lesbian virginity, make me your slut…’ she
pushed me back onto the bed and I opened my legs,
pulling her towards me, into me. As she slid over me
her big breasts dragged across my body, driving my cunt
wild with desire.

I was taking the initiative now, confident in my desire
for this woman. I reached for the cock and placed it at
my cunt lips. I nodded to Mrs. Kumila that I was ready
– ‘now, auntie, now, fill me up with your cock, fuck
me, fuck your lesbian whore…’ she began to ease the
cock in, deeper and deeper, filling me in ways that you
man’s cock has ever done.

When she was fully in me I groaned, closing my legs
around her, gripping her so tight. We kissed again,
knowing that we were consummating our relationship, our
lesbian love. And so she began to fuck me. Fuck me as
I’ve never been fucked before. And for longer than I’ve
ever been fucked. For a time she played with me,
varying the tempo, bringing me to the brink of orgasm
before letting me down.

Finally she thrust long and deep and continued to hump
against me until I screamed with my climax. I was left
breathing hard, my body a sweaty and trembling mess.
But she didn’t stop. After giving me a moment to catch
my breath she fucked me again with her gorgeous cock
bringing me to orgasm after orgasm. Only after my
fourth orgasm did she roll off my satiated body and
onto her back, her black cock glistening with my
juices.

Her own dark skin was drenched in sweat and the smell
was intoxicating. Tired though I was I crawled over to
her and snuggled up to her generous form, resting my
head on her breast. And so my dear we slept. Two Indian
women. Two lovers. And yes, my dear, two lesbians.’

With these words Anita tightened her grip on my already
rock-hard penis. It is hard to describe the excitement
I had experienced listening to her account of her
passionate encounter with Mrs. Kumila. I had never
heard anything so erotic. My love and desire for my
Indian wife had never been so intense.

She looked up at me with her wide and dark eyes: ‘Jon,
dear, I’m so confused. I love you very much – you must
know that – and I love your cock and the way you make
love to me. But I’m afraid that after today things have
changed. I’ve discovered what I suppose I’d known,
feared even, from my days as a girl. I’d always
suspected that in might be a lesbian, that I might
prefer women to men. I’ve tried to fight it baby, to be
a good wife to you. But Mrs. Kumila knew, baby, don’t
ask me how, but she did. Today, Jon, she unlocked my
hidden self, my true nature, and I can’t go back. I’m a
lesbian. Your wife’s a lesbian. Can you handle that
Jon?’

The words were so intoxicating that my cock immediately
grew to its full hardness in my wife’s small hand. She
gazed directly into my eyes. ‘I think that might give
me my answer. Your turned on by it aren’t you? Tell me
that you can handle it. That you are turned on by the
fact that your wife lusts after other women. Am I
right?’ My mouth was dry with desire and though I
nodded I found it hard to answer.

‘Tell me Jon. I want you to tell me how much you love
the fact that I’m lesbian.’ She now began to stroke my
raging hard-on and leant across to kiss me on the lips.
‘Tell me.’

‘Of course, yes, yes. I’ve never been so turned on in
my life as I am now. I can accept your lesbianism. I
won’t divorce you – I want you to remain my wife
always. And I’ll never stand in your way – you must
explore your desires – here in our marital bed, with
your friends, with Mrs. Kumila, whatever you want my
love – my beautiful and sweet wife…’

At this point my long delayed ejaculation burst forth
and cum cascaded onto my stomach. ‘Umm, Jon, I love
you. I think we are going to have a lot of fun, don’t
you?