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 stroke 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.'
