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. My 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, woops 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 woops 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 woops lips. I nodded to Mrs Kumila that I was ready - ‘now, auntie, now, fill me up with your cock, woops me, woops your lesbian whore…’ She began to ease the cock in, deeper and deeper, filling me in ways that a 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 woops me. woops 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. You’re 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?’