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Archive name: indian2.txt (FF)
Authors name: Wellwisher (wellwisher95@hotmail.com)
Story title : Indian Wife Discovers Her Lesbian Desires 2

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Indian Wife Discovers Her Lesbian Desires - 2 (FF)
by Wellwisher (wellwisher95@hotmail.com)

***

My Indian wife Anita continues to explore her lesbian 
desires by going on a date with her new female lover

***

Returning from a tiring day at the office I found the 
house quiet. My sensuous Indian wife Anita had not met 
me at the door and sat with me in the drawing room as 
was her normal custom. I went up the stairs to our 
bedroom and found her sitting at her dressing table. I 
could tell from the humid air of the room that she had 
been bathing and washing her long black hair. There was 
a strong aroma of perfume. I watched as she applied 
lipstick to her full lips. 

I walked up behind her and kissed her on the neck and 
gazed into her reflection in the mirror. 

'You look and smell beautiful my darling' I said.

 She smiled and rose from her chair, turning to face 
me. She looked ravishing. Her hair was open and 
slightly curled. She was wearing large silver earrings 
and a complementing silver necklace. A white shirt was 
unbuttoned sufficiently far to draw attention to the 
cleavage of her full breasts. A short leather skirt 
hugged her rounded hips and arse, giving way to bare 
smooth legs, which reached down to black stiletto 
shoes. 

'What do you think of your wife? Do I look okay - I 
mean, sexy?'

'God yes, honey. Devastating is how I'd describe you!'

Anita stepped towards me and gently pressed her body 
against mine. 'Thank you' she whispered in my ear. 'I'm 
so nervous darling. Mrs. Kumila rang this morning and 
has asked out to dinner tonight. I accepted her 
invitation - I hoped you wouldn't mind.'

Anita reached up to kiss me and I met her lips with 
mine. 'Tell me you understand, Jon, that you don't mind 
my going on a date without you and not with a man - but 
with a woman.'

'You know I don't mind my darling. I want you to be 
happy - and I can see that Mrs. Kumila's invitation has 
certainly made you that!'

Anita clung to me closely now, her head pressed against 
my chest. I stroked her soft hair.

'Oh Jon, I'm so excited. I haven't like this since I 
was a teenager on my first date with a boy. I've been 
hot all day, getting ready - shaving and moisturising 
my body, washing my hair, selecting my clothes. I want 
her to want me so badly - I want her to love me, to 
take me. I don't want to disappoint her. Do you think 
she'll be happy with me darling?'

'My love, her cunt will be dripping when she sees how 
sexy you look. Believe me, she will want you my sweet.'

Anita pushed herself against me, her hand sliding onto 
my bulging cock. 'Show me how she'll want me, baby, 
show your little wife how she'll be loved by her 
woman.'

I lifted my gorgeous wife into my arms and carried her 
to the bed. Sitting her on the edge I pushed her back 
so her legs were open to me, encased in her short 
leather skirt. As I pushed back the skirt I made the 
surprising discovery that my wife was wearing no 
panties. Never in our years of marriage had she done 
such a thing. Her pussy was completely bald and her 
dark cunt lips were open and moist. The combination of 
her juices and her perfume was overpowering. I planted 
by tongue on her opening, savouring her taste. She 
groaned and gripped my head, pulling me into her.

'Ummm, darling, that's it. Suck me honey - suck your 
wife. She's been in heat all daydreaming of her lesbian 
lover - her tongue, her massive breasts, her swollen 
stomach, her arse. I need some relief, I'm going mad 
with lust. Get me ready for her, Jon, stir up my 
juices, I want her to smell my arousal. Ahh, yes, 
that's it, my clit baby, suck it... Urghhh, please, 
ahh... ahhh..."

My wife was now thrusting her cunt against my mouth, 
yielding to her orgasm, covering my face in her wet 
juice. When she was spent she simpered quietly and I 
looked up to admire the heaving outline of her breasts. 
Slowly she raised herself up, kissed me softly on the 
lips, before straightening out her clothes and re-
touching her lipstick. She picked put on her coat and 
picked up her small black handbag. After a final peck 
on the cheek she went to the door. 'Please don't wait 
up for me darling. And darling - thank you.'

I watched as my beautiful wife walked down the drive. 
Our driver opened the door and soon she was driving 
away into the hot Delhi night. True enough, I did not 
see her again until late the following morning. I knew, 
of course, where she was and my cock ached with a hard-
on all night at the thought. My imaginings were 
confirmed when Anita returned the next day. I'll leave 
it to her to describe what happened.

My husband has asked me to continue the story of my 
evening adventure. I cannot hope to capture all that 
transpired but I will do my best.

My car pulled up outside the restaurant and I was met 
by the headwaiter. Mentioning Mrs. Kumila's name he 
gave a knowing smile and led me through the dimly lit 
interior past dining couples to a secluded corner 
table, lit only by a lamp casting a golden hue over the 
surroundings. My heart began to pound when I saw Mrs. 
Kumila. She looked up as I approached and smiled 
broadly. She stood up to meet me, taking me gently in 
her arms and kissing me on either cheek. 

'My dear Anita, I'm so glad you could come.' 

I blushed and looked down, nervous now before this 
woman whom id been lusting after all day. 

'You look ravishing my sweet. Come and sit next to 
auntie.'

In truth it was Mrs. Kumila who looked truly ravishing. 
I had expected her to be wearing a sari. She was, 
however, dressed in western clothes like myself. She 
was all in black: above a tight black top, which 
highlighted her large breasts; below, tight black 
trousers, which drew attention to her generous thighs 
and plump arse. She exuded sensuality - and she knew 
it. 

Once the waiter had taken our orders and had left us 
Mrs. Kumila reached across the table and slid over 
bejewelled hand over mine. She squeezed it gently. My 
head span and I could fill my cunt juices stirring. 

'I've been looking forward to this moment all day, my 
baby. I couldn't get your darling young body out of my 
head. And you look so beautiful Anita. Tell me Anita, 
have you dressed you dressed yourself up so well, so 
sexily, for me?'

'Yes, auntie, for you - I wanted to please you, I 
wanted you to like me.'

Mrs. Kumila began to scratch the back of my hand with 
her red nail.

'Let me tell you my sweet, that I like you very much. 
You are a very attractive woman. I love attractive 
young women Anita - especially ones that taste as sweet 
as you do.'

Again she tightened the grip on my hand. I gazed into 
her deep and alluring eyes. There was a world in her 
gaze - a world of new and amorous possibilities. My old 
life paled in comparison. I wanted to give myself to 
this woman, to let her dominate and mould me as she saw 
fit.

'I'm glad your husband could spare you for this 
evening. Sometimes men can be so jealous, locking their 
wives away, frightened of their desires. Does he know 
you're on a date with me baby? Does he know about us? 
Did you tell him about yesterday?'

'Yes, auntie, I told him everything. I told him how you 
seduced me. And how I wanted you and loved it. And how 
we made love and you fucked me.'

'Good, my sweet, that's what I wanted. And did you tell 
him that you were mine.that you were my lesbian lover? 
Did you tell him that honey?'

'Yes, auntie, I told him - I told him that you were 
everything I wanted. That I, I, loved you and I had 
found my true self. That I was a lesbian, your 
lesbian.'

'Excellent, my love, excellent. I'll see you don't 
regret it honey - I'll look after you, you'll see.'

As Mrs. Kumila raised my hand to her lips and kissed it 
I knew I had made the right choice.

At this point the food arrived and we began to eat. All 
the while we flirted and I allowed myself to become 
accustomed to basking in the attention of another woman 
- to savour her flashing smile, her seductive habit of 
stroking her hair from her face, the glint of her 
jewellery in the lamp light. And yes, above all, to 
gaze upon her wonderful breasts, those soft orbs that 
she had opened to me and offered for my exploring 
hands. Though covered by the tight black fabric of her 
top their contours were visible for all to see. 

My mouth went dry at the thought of enclosing those 
large dark nipples once more between my hungry lips. As 
if to heighten the expectation we did not touch during 
the meal - except when, in a tender moment, Mrs. Kumila 
leant across to stroke some sauce from the side of my 
mouth. Looking at me intently she slipped her fingers 
into her mouth and licked them clean. My cunt juice 
oozed from my open pussy at this erotic act. 

Between courses Mrs. Kumila leant across and whispered: 
'Anita, my dear love, would you like to dance?'

'Of course,' I replied, 'I'd like that very much.'

Mrs. Kumila rose and offered me her hand. I took it and 
allowed myself to be led to the dance floor. I was 
embarrassed and intensely nervous. As a girl my parents 
had forbidden me to go to public dances and since 
marriage I had rarely done so. But here I was being 
brought to the floor by a voluptuous woman, who was so 
obviously treating me as her girlfriend. 

There were some other couples dancing slowly to the 
soft music and we took our place at the corner of the 
floor. I knew I was crossing a Rubicon - that I was 
proclaiming my lesbianism to the world. But I was under 
this woman's spell - and deeply in love.

Sensing my nervousness Mrs. Kumila pulled me close to 
her and held me in her soft embrace. My inhibitions 
quickly melted away. I felt that I was floating in 
heaven. I rested my head on her shoulder and relaxed as 
she ran her right hand through my hair. Her left hand 
she placed on the small of my back, gently pressing and 
manipulating my spine. I clasped her tight, loving the 
feel of her smooth back and pressing my C-cup breasts 
into her large bosom. I breathed deeply on the aroma of 
her perfume. 

Tentatively, still nervous of the gaze of others, I 
planted a kiss on Mrs. Kumila's exposed neck. 
Emboldened I did so again, a longer kiss, running my 
tongue over her flesh. 

'Mmm, baby, that feels nice. I love your tongue my 
sweet. Does auntie taste good baby?'

'Oh yes, auntie, yes - you taste so good.'

I let my tongue run freely along her neck and up to her 
ear, which I probed with my tongue and kissed with my 
lips. Mrs. Kumila sighed again and I felt her hand 
slide down to my arse and squeeze it through my leather 
skirt. I responded by pressing my pelvis against her 
soft ample stomach. 

My heat was rising fast. I had never in my life been so 
horny - never so turned on. I was going to jelly in 
this woman's embrace. With her feminine intuition she 
lifted up my chin with her other hand and kissed me 
with her soft lips. We held the kiss for some time 
before I broke free, panting.

'Oh auntie, I love you. No one has ever made me feel 
like this - and certainly no man. I want you so badly, 
I want to worship your body - with my tongue, my lips, 
my fingers, my breasts, my pussy. I so want to satisfy 
you - will you teach me darling, will you teach me to 
really love a woman? There's nothing I won't do.'

Reaching behind me I took Mrs. Kumila's hand and 
slipped it under my skirt. Finding that my pert arse 
was bare and smooth she grinned widely.

'Well, you are a deliciously naughty girl aren't you my 
dear! I can feel that you are going to be a very fast 
learner.'

Her hand deftly slid around to my aroused pussy and 
came to rest on my distended cunt lips. She stroked me 
gently but oh so subtly - none of the other couples 
could have guessed the pleasure I was experiencing at 
this woman's soft hands.

'My darling, I love the feel of your smooth pussy. Did 
you shave it for me, baby, for auntie?'

'Yes, yes, I wanted to be totally bald for you my 
love.'

'Good, good. And when you were awaiting our date, did 
you touch yourself honey, did you finger yourself 
thinking of me?'

'How did you know? Oh yes, several times - I have been 
in heat all day. I even got my husband to relieve me 
with his tongue - but it was you I imagined between my 
legs, your tongue on my clit. You must believe me.'

'Yes, Anita, I believe you. And this juice, darling, is 
it for me?'

'Of course, auntie, its my gift - only for you. Its 
been streaming out of me all evening. I'm so wet for 
you.'

'And Anita, if I explore you with my feminine fingers 
will you cum for me - now, amidst these couples, in my 
arms?'

Mrs. Kumila slipped her forefinger into my went and 
welcoming cunt. He middle finger soon followed, while 
her thumb circled my clit. My arousal was such that I 
couldn't have held back if I'd wanted. I pressed my 
face into her neck to stifle any cries and began to 
push myself against her soft and smooth fingers - so 
different from a mans. My sharp intakes of breath 
alerted Mrs. Kumila to my arousal and my approaching 
crisis.

'That's it lover, give yourself to auntie. Come on 
baby, oh yes, you are a horny one, give me your love-
juice, now, baby, now, I've got you, I want you.'

My orgasm broke now and I pushed my self deep onto Mrs. 
Kumila's sensual fingers. Again and again I thrust, 
clasping her all the time to disguise my ecstasy. I 
felt myself totally wanton - and I loved it. And when 
Mrs. Kumila raised her juice soaked fingers to my lips 
I had no hesitation in licking freely of my own juices. 

Mrs. Kumila began to stroke my hair and placed a tender 
kiss on my lips. 'I think your going to be quite a 
wonderful little lesbian slut. Is that what you want my 
love - to be auntie's slut, her sex-toy?..'

I had never thought of myself as a slut before. But as 
I stood in the shadows of this dance floor, in the arms 
of a sensual lesbian, with no panties and my love juice 
oozing from my bald pussy I knew there was no other 
word to describe me. Under Mrs. Kumila's attentions I 
had become what I perhaps was always destined to be: a 
lesbian slut. 

'Yes, auntie, I want that so much. Please take me home 
darling, take me into your bed, let me learn to love 
you, let me service your hairy cunt with my tongue - I 
want to attend to you all night long. Please, dearest, 
please.'

Continued...

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