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Archive name: indian3.txt (FF)
Authors name: Wellwisher (wellwisher95@hotmail.com)
Story title : Indian Wife Discovers Her Lesbian Desires 3

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Indian Wife Discovers Her Lesbian Desires - 3 (FF)
by Wellwisher (wellwisher95@hotmail.com)

***

My Indian wife consummates her lesbian relationship and 
pledges herself to her new lover. 

***

Our car pulled up outside Mrs. Kumila's substantial 
villa. It was, she had told me, paid for out of her 
husband's business but he saw little of it - spending 
most of his time in the Middle East. She was more than 
happy with the arrangement for it gave her the freedom 
to indulge her preference for Sapphic love. And so it 
was that we walked up the steps, hand in hand, to be 
admitted by the pretty maid. 

By now I was very happy and supremely horny. Mrs. 
Kumila had said that she wanted a lesbian slut on heat; 
and that is what she had got. Of course we had kissed 
in the back seat of the car as we returned from the 
restaurant. And Mrs. Kumila had lifted my hand to her 
ample breasts, which I had caressed and massaged as we 
drove. But I wanted more. 

I wanted to feel and kiss her soft skin. To run my 
hands over her luscious curves. And above all I wanted 
to taste her womanhood. I had never eaten a woman's 
pussy before - though I'd often secretly fantasised 
about it. Now I wanted this final confirmation of my 
transition from heterosexual housewife to lesbian 
mistress. I could think of nothing else.

No sooner had the maid glided from the hall than I 
pulled Mrs. Kumila too me and whispered in her ear. 

'Please, darling, take me up to your marital bed. Teach 
me to service you and be a good lesbian. And please, 
auntie, I want to stay with you all night. I told my 
husband not to expect me home. Its you I want.'

'You've got me my love, I'm yours. Show me your lust 
baby, use me - fuck your auntie all night.'

I took her by the hand and pulled her behind me up the 
stairs. Entering her bedroom she clutched me around the 
waist and clung to me. I kissed her neck, her face, her 
thick hair, her lips. Locked in our embrace we fell 
onto the bed. I was on top and for the first time I was 
the lesbian aggressor. 

I untucked her tight black top and lifted it from her 
fat stomach. I pushed my face into her softness, 
licking her skin and swirling my tongue into her belly 
button. And all the while my hands massaged her still-
covered breasts. 

'I want your big tits, auntie, I want them in my mouth. 
I've been lusting after them all night you sexy bitch. 
I want to loose myself in their ripeness, their weight, 
their fecundity. Come on darling offer them too me.'

Mrs. Kumila took hold of her top and tore it off her 
head. Revealed was the black silk bra, which supported 
her tits and pressed them together to form a deep and 
alluring cleavage. I slid up towards them and plunged 
my face into the valley between her breasts. God, the 
mixture of perfume and sweat feminine sweat fired my 
passion to still greater heights. Mrs. Kumila was 
groaning, her hands clutching my head, pushing me 
against her heaving bosom. 

'Oh Anita, darling, let auntie release her breasts from 
this bra - let me set them free for my lover.'

I sat back and Mrs. Kumila leant forward and unclasped 
her bra, allowing her breasts to spill out and swing 
freely. At first I didn't move but simply enjoyed the 
vision of her beauty. No longer pushed up by the bra 
her heavy breasts had distended downwards, reaching 
halfway down over her stomach. These were no perky tits 
of the kind beloved by makers of porn-films. 

These were a rich, mature, woman's breasts, breasts 
that had suckled children and comforted lovers. The 
nipples pointed downwards and there was even some hair 
sprouting from the areolae. But to me they were the 
most sensual offering I had ever received - a world of 
erotic love and comforting succour.

I crawled back towards my lesbian and she lifted her 
breasts in both hands, a look of tender love in her 
eyes. I slipped my hands over hers, and the two of us 
began to massage her breasts, two sets of soft feminine 
bejewelled hands stroking, caressing, and stimulating 
the soft flesh. Auntie's head was rolling from side to 
side, her thick black hair, with streaks of grey, 
sweeping across her shoulders as she did so. 

'Auntie, I think its time you fed your baby, don't 
you?'

She took her left breast into both hands and raised it 
for me. I leaned over and took the offered nipple into 
my mouth. I let my tongue swirl around the teat until 
it was fully extended before starting to suck at her 
tit. As I settled into a rhythm I shifted onto my back, 
my head cradled in auntie's lap. She brushed my hair 
from my face and stroked my forehead with a mother's 
tenderness. I suckled greedily, loving the sense of 
bonding still closer with my woman.

'That's it baby, auntie's breasts are always open to 
you when you want them. I'll feed you baby - my baby. 
Here love, help yourself to my other breast.'

She lifted her right breast now and lowered it onto my 
welcoming mouth. Again I sucked hungrily, letting my 
tongue explore her nipple and enjoying the rough 
texture of her nipple hair. This time I nipped her teat 
with my teeth. Auntie squealed and I did it again.

'Ohh, you naughty baby! Are you trying to turn mummy on 
- get her excited?'

Talking the hint I slipped free of her breast and 
pushed Mrs. Kumila back onto the pillows. She stretched 
her arms above her head and her tits were heaving 
before me. I pushed them together and began to squeeze 
them forcibly now, manipulating them, pinching them, 
biting her nipples. Mrs. Kumila began to squirm under 
my attentions, groaning and sighing.

'Yes, baby, God yes. Squeeze me harder, hurt me - I 
won't break. Bite my nipples - my aching tits are 
burning for your touch. Go on you lesbian bitch, show 
me how much you lust after my big breasts. That's it, 
slap me darling, slap me, yes, I'm loving this, don't 
stop, girl, argghh, I'm going to cum, bite me now, chew 
on my nipples, ahhh, urrghh...'

Mrs. Kumila threw back her head, gripping it between 
her hands. Her ample body shook and trembled as she 
came - and she came hard and loud. Only when her climax 
had subsided did I remove my mouth from her nipple and 
slide my own breasts across hers, reaching for her 
mouth. I kissed my lover and gazed deep into the 
passion of her eyes.

'Oh, Anita my dear. It's a long long time since auntie 
came from having her breasts loved. You are a very 
special girl. And an awesome lesbian.'

The last words were the ones I most wanted to hear. 
Every step I took with this woman, every sensation I 
felt, confirmed me in my understanding that I was a 
lesbian. Mrs. Kumila was every lover I ever wanted. I 
knew that my husband, sweet and kind and devoted though 
he was, could never give me the satisfaction I craved.

As auntie stretched her arms above her head, relishing 
the after-glow of her orgasm, I saw again the thick 
dark hair of her armpits - the sight that had first 
intrigued then aroused me when we first made love. Now 
the effect was even stronger. In a state of permanent 
lust for this sensual being I had to explore that 
tender and private world that she was exposing to me. 

With my back arched like a cat's I bent forward to 
inhale deeply the aroma of my sweet woman, nestling my 
nose amongst her black hair, pungent now from the 
perspiration of her recent orgasm. Moaning again, Mrs. 
Kumila stretched her arm still further to expose to me 
the pit of her arm. 

Slowly at first I extended my tongue and let it trail 
through the dense hair, mixing my saliva with her 
perspiration. Again I licked, a long sweep of my tongue 
from the base to the top of her underarm. And again I 
licked, this time with more pressure, pushing through 
to the so-soft skin below. Mrs. Kumila shuddered and 
with her other arm pressed me more closely to her.

'Oh my god, oh my god, you lesbian minx. How did you 
know I wanted you to fuck my hairy armpits? No one has 
given me this before - my Anita, I love you and what 
you're doing to me. Please don't stop!'

I was sucking and kissing her armpit with unrestrained 
hunger now. It was as if I was tasting a miniature 
pussy. My tongue was probing and lapping at her skin, 
which was hot and humid. And yes my gorgeous dyke gave 
me what I wanted as a film of juice began to gather and 
the smell of female arousal rose and filled my nose, 
making me shudder with lust. My lover was orgasming and 
I was licking up all she had to offer, sucking her 
matted hair full into my mouth. I didn't want to miss a 
drop. 

Eventually auntie couldn't take any more and pulled me 
to her, eagerly straining to kiss my lips and lick her 
juices off my wet face. She smiled and pulled me onto 
her, resting my head on her shoulder, our soft breasts 
almost melting together. She ran her hand across my 
long hair and onto my back. I felt totally contented.

'My dear, dear, Anita. You are making this old woman so 
happy. I've never had a lover like you. I want you to 
know that I deeply love you. Of course I fancied you 
since I first saw you - so beautiful, so young, so 
feminine, so sensual. I wanted you, to seduce you, but 
I never imagined that id fall in love with you - and at 
my age. Yet I have: I love you, totally and 
unreservedly. Can you accept that my sweet? Or do you 
think it absurd that a woman of 58 can have such 
feelings for a young woman like yourself?'

I raised myself onto my elbows and kissed my wonderful 
auntie.

'No auntie, it's not absurd. It's the best thing that's 
ever happened to me. I love you too auntie. I love you 
more than anyone else. I love you more than my husband. 
You've transformed my life. It's because of you that 
I've discovered what I really am: a lesbian. You've 
introduced me to the extraordinary delights of female 
love. I shan't be going back. And I shan't leave you. 
And I love you for what you are - I love your 
voluptuous body and your erotic smell and your soft 
skin and your body hair. And I love your maturity. 
There is so much you can teach me - and you know that I 
dedicate my nubile young body to your service. And I 
think there's one sacred place I can start, isn't 
there?'

I slid my hand down and placed it between Mrs. Kumila's 
legs. She was till wearing her leggings, but the fabric 
was already damp as she had been oozing pussy juice 
throughout our lovemaking. I pressed my hand against 
her and began to massage her womanhood. Auntie spread 
her fleshy thighs wide and squeezed her breasts, 
lifting her ample arse from the bed in convulsions of 
pleasure. I felt her urgency but did not respond. I 
knew the exquisite pleasure of a hungry cunt. 

'Go on, baby, touch my cunt - feel my heat. Can you 
feel it honey? My cunt is groaning for your love. Don't 
tease me baby. I can't stand this.'

'Oh auntie, I think you can. I bet you keep your big 
fat cunt horny all day, pleasuring yourself with your 
fingers and dreaming of horny wet pussy. I bet you get 
real juiced up and make the bed all wet at night - 
don't you?'

'Ohh yes, yes, auntie's old cunt is insatiable. My 
juices flow and flow. They're flowing for you now baby. 
You're making my hairy old cunt wet and soppy. Please 
suck me, drink my juices you young slut.'

'All in good time, mummy. Now let me have a look at 
what you've got between your legs.'

I reached forward and grabbed the top of my darling's 
leggings. Pulling them free of her big hips and arse 
was not easy, but Mrs. Kumila lifted her arse off the 
bed to help me, desperate to free her fermenting pussy. 
At last I managed to yank the trousers down to her 
ankles. This caught her off balance and I pushed auntie 
onto her front. She began to squirm, raising her fat 
arse before my gaze and placing her own right hand on 
her wet pussy lips. 

'That's it you dyke, finger yourself while I watch you. 
You can't keep your hand away from your soppy cunt can 
you? I like that - I want to see you masturbate for 
me.'

Mrs. Kumila began to rub her cunt quickly now, 
breathing heavily, her massive boobs swinging before 
her. Her gorgeous fat arse was exposed to me and I 
drank in the sight of her black cunt hair, which 
stretched up between her legs and around her arse hole. 
It was drenched in pussy-juice and glistened with water 
droplets. Without thinking I brought my hand down on 
her arse with a smack. Her arse wobbled beneath the 
blow and though she cried with pain her body language 
told me she wanted more as she arched her back and 
exposed still more of her flesh for my ministrations.

I lifted my hand and brought it down again, harder this 
time. Again she shook and writhed beneath the blow 
whilst continuing to massage her clit with her fingers. 
My slaps became regular now, causing her to gyrate her 
voluptuous rear, revelling in the punishment she 
craved.

'Go on you lesbian whore, cum for your lover, bring 
yourself off for Anita. Squirt for me, show me what a 
mature cunt can do.'

'Ohh God, mummy's going to cum baby, ahh, yes, yes..'

As my lover approached her crisis I suddenly left off 
spanking her and with unrestrained passion plunged my 
tongue against her hairy arse-hole. I would never have 
dreamed off even touching my husband's anus, but this 
woman's was drawing me in with its raw eroticism. I 
lapped at the opening, loving the taste of the juices 
that had collected there, before pushing my tongue into 
her anus itself. My lover's anus was well lubricated 
and I sucked hungrily at her arse juice. It was thick 
and rich and spicy and I loved it - every drop. Auntie, 
who was still pumping her cunt with her fingers, was 
beside herself with lust and began to scream.

'Ahh, ahh, ohh yes, arghh, don't stop, don't stop, 
ahhhh...'

As Mrs. Kumila's orgasm flowed over her fingers, the 
love juice forming strings of passion which stretched 
down to the fabric of the bed, her arse gave forth a 
fresh flow of honey and I sucked and probed hard and 
deep. Had she really orgasmed simultaneously from both 
her sacred openings? With my lesbian everything was 
possible - as I was discovering to my delight. 

Exhausted, Mrs. Kumila rolled from her knees onto her 
back. Her body was heaving and her legs were spread 
wide. Erotically charged and wantonly on heat, she was 
a vision of female sensuality. She was the ultimate 
male fantasy - and I was so proud that it was me, a 
woman, who had aroused her to this pitch. 

I salivated as I drank in the sight of my darling's 
pussy. Her hair, though thick and dark and long, did 
not obscure the dark fleshy lips of her cunt. But what 
especially drew me forwards was her clitoris. It was 
exposed clear from its hood, it was engorged from its 
manipulation by my woman's fingers, and it was very 
large. I wasn't going to miss out on this baby. Sinking 
down to my knees and lent over auntie's clit and 
lowered my lips to kiss it. Again auntie could only 
groan. She was past words. 

'Oh auntie, you have been keeping this little beauty a 
secret from your Anita. It's so beautiful and so 
erotic. I should have guessed honey you had still more 
for me. But this is special.'

I lowered my mouth again and this time teased my 
darling's bud with my tongue, flicking along the edge, 
stimulating it to grow to its full extent. It was a 
vision loaded with eroticism for me. I was spellbound, 
intoxicated. This womanhood did more for me than any 
cock had ever done. It was so tender and sensitive and 
completely mine. I wanted to be fucked by it; I wanted 
to finally and completely consummate my lesbian journey 
in this woman's arms.

I crawled my way up across auntie's ripe form, 
deliberately dragging my soft breasts across her own 
juicy orbs. I hugged my darling tight and she closed 
her legs around me, encompassing me in her yielding 
flesh. We both stretched out our tongues, each meeting 
and exploring the other, before our lips enclosed their 
union. As we kissed I began to gently position my own 
cunt above my auntie's. The feeling of auntie's hairy 
vagina against my own bald pussy was extremely arousing 
- but nothing had prepared me for the feeling of our 
wet cunt lips kissing and entwining. 

Slowly I gyrated my cunt until - urrggh, yes, my own 
clit at last pressed against my lover's. A spark of 
electricity shot between us. Our kissing became still 
more passionate, unrestrained. 

'Dearest auntie, will you take my virginity? Will you 
fuck me with your darling clit? Make me yours - finally 
and permanently.'

Auntie stroked my cheek and pushed the hair from my 
face. 

'You know that's what mummy wants more than anything in 
the world. I'm ready for you darling. I've been ready 
for a long time for this - and I think you have been 
too. Now just take it nice and slow. There is no need 
to rush: remember, unlike a man, a woman's love gets 
stronger and more passionate as the night goes on.'

Clutching my pert arse in her hands, Mrs. Kumila began 
to help me move my cunt against hers. We were both 
completely wet and our lips merged and kissed and 
caressed, mirroring our own passion. Every so often our 
clits touched and we both moaned with delight. The 
feeling was totally delicious: gentle and insistent, 
hot and slippery, satisfying and erotic. It was the 
union of two female worlds. How had I lived for so long 
without knowing this true love? And how I pitied those 
women who had never experienced the love of a lesbian. 
But I had found my lesbian love and now she was 
spoiling me for any one else. This is what my sexual 
evolution had all been for.

As our cunts merged in a sticky mass of pussy juice I 
felt my passion rising. I knew that my orgasm, long 
building since our erotic dance in the restaurant, was 
close. I began to rub my cunt against Mrs. Kumiai's 
more forcefully and quickly. She understood my feminine 
desire and held me closer, helping me maintain my 
rhythm with her hand on my arse. 

'That's it baby, I've got you, mummy's here for you. 
Spend in my arms child, cum on mummy's pussy, flood me 
with your juice. I want it, I want it. Feel my clit 
baby, its big and aroused for you - for you alone 
honey. I'm fucking you darling, I'm fucking you better 
than any man, better than your husband, forget him 
baby, this is what you want this is what you need. Come 
on my dyke, cum hard for me, show me your passion, 
spend for me. I want it all, honey, all.'

I was thrusting myself against auntie's cunt, craving 
the sensation of her clit on mine, driving myself to 
the edge of my erotic universe. And then my orgasm 
began to surge through my cunt, pushing a flow of juice 
onto my lover's lips, causing me to buck and cry and 
scream and thrash in her arms. Again and again I humped 
my hungry cunt against my auntie's ripe and hairy quim, 
extracting the last drops of passion from my horny 
pussy. 

Only when all the energy had drained from my body did I 
collapse into my lover's arms and press my face into 
her bosom and begin to cry. The emotional intensity of 
what had happened, and indeed of the last two days, 
welled up in me and I wept copious tears. Never, never 
had I been so happy, so fulfilled. My lover held me 
tight and stroked my back, comforting me and nurturing 
me as she did do well.

'There, my dear, its ok, mummy's got you. You're safe 
with me. I'm here for you. There's no need to weep. I 
love you and I'll always want you. My bed is yours from 
now on. Don't fret, dear Anita.'

I looked up at her, her image blurred by my tear-filled 
eyes. 

'Its just that I am so happy, so fulfilled. I can't 
believe it will last. I'm frightened it's just a dream. 
Tell me it isn't, that this is for real. Please.'

'You bet its for real, baby. You and I are lesbian 
lovers and no one can part us. Let me prove it 
darling.'

At this auntie slipped a gold ring from her little 
finger. Taking my left hand in hers she rested it at 
the tip of my middle finger.

'I know you have a husband, Anita, but you haven't got 
a wife. I think we need to rectify that don't you? My 
darling baby, will you marry me?'

That is should squeal with delight and kiss my darling 
and accept her proposal and wear the ring with pride 
will not surprise anyone who has read thus far. And so 
began a new and infinitely more vital phase of my life. 
By day I remained, to the world and my family, a 
devoted Indian wife to my husband. But at night I left 
our home for my true home and real existence - in the 
arms and bed of Mrs. Kumila, my lesbian bride. 

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