My Indian Sex Adventure

"I was talking about Su - we call her Su - I feel so sorry for her sometimes. I shouldn't say this, but I guess it's the wine talking but poor Su is even more frustrated than I am. Rajeev is so passive, sometimes I don't think he even tries to please her, and she gets so lonely, and so - well, she has needs you know and poor Raj can't please her, or doesn't seem to want to. I know how she feels - Atesh is that way too, I'm afraid but maybe not as much - but I'm older and can understand things. Su thought for years that things were supposed to be this way, that it ah, well, that she shouldn't be feeling the things she's feeling, that she was just abnormal. She told me once that she felt like a wanton woman at least in her mind, with all those thoughts and desires. I quickly assured her that I also had those thoughts but that over the years, it had gotten some better and maybe at some point, they would just go away. But, I have to admit, those thoughts don't go too far away for too long, even at my age."

As she was talking, she was turned on the sofa towards me with her knees in her arms. With her legs pressed together, I could occasionally glimpse between her legs and see the oval of flesh between them, the soft, thin, silken material not disguising much. I imagined leaning over and kissing that little oval nest of flesh with a thin layer of silk or perhaps two with her panties keeping me from what I wanted. I bet her pussy smells and tastes so fucking good. I had turned a little and had my arm on the back of the sofa and as she talked, she absent-mindedly rubbed my arm. I knew what I wanted to do but I had no idea what I was supposed to do. I knew one thing though, my cock was bursting out of my pants.

She must have noticed my discomfort. She looked at me and blushed, "I'm talking too much and embarrassing you, Ben. I shouldn't say these things. Don't ever tell Vik I told you all these things. I should be ashamed of myself. But you're such a good listener, but I know the last thing you wanted to do tonight is hearing some boring, lonely, frustrated old woman."

I reached out to take her hand in both of mine. It was warm and soft. "Sara, I love to listen to you. You are not boring at all, and you're certainly not old. You are a very desirable, attractive woman." Wow! I was impressed with myself. How did I ever get that out, particularly because I was very aroused at the setting and the conversation.

She leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek. I guess with the wine and the situation, I was a little too impetuous and misunderstood the situation. I turned to kiss her lips and they parted and I thought that she was returning my kiss, her tongue meeting mine, and I swore I felt her hand on my leg and heard her breathing hard. My hand moved to her leg and I caressed it, so soft and silken under my fingers. But, suddenly she pulled away, startled.

"No, no Ben. Please don't. I...I can't Ben. I'm a married woman. I guess I talked too much and misled you. I'm so sorry Ben."

I was devastated and laughed nervously, "I'm sorry, Sara, I just thought...I'm sorry. I need to go now. Thanks for dinner." And with that I beat a hasty retreat.

God, how could I have been so wrong? I guess that's what comes from inexperience. I was so embarrassed, how could I ever face her again?

Fortunately, I didn't have to over the next several days. I stayed busy and saw my friends periodically, and also visited with Mr. and Mrs. Dalal some. They traveled quite a bit so they weren't home that much but when they were, I often had dinner or a drink with them.

In Sara's case, I saw her a few times in the yard with the kids or as we met when arriving or leaving, but on those infrequent occasions, we simply waved. I suspect she was embarrassed for me so it was gracious of her not to force a meeting that would further humiliate me.

I was completing my sixth week in India when I heard from Sara again. One evening when I got home from work, there was a note under my door.

"The rest of the family in going to be out of town this weekend. Atesh is taking the kids to see their cousins, and I know my parents are out of town also. And, Rejeev is going away on a trip to England. So, Su and I are going to have dinner together and thought you may want to join us. We'll be going to Palkhi - I think I told you about it before. It is amazing. I hope you can join us. We can go in our car and Su will join us there."

I made up some lame excuse for not being about to make it but then she called and wouldn't take no for an answer, so I reluctantly agreed. Well, I'd just have to swallow my embarrassment. But, it was going to be an interesting evening in some ways. Sujata could barely speak English and I could only say a few words of Hindi so it'll be an interesting three-way conversation.

I had not idea what to wear but I decided in the end to put on a sport jacket and nice pair of pants and take a tie along in case I needed it. Ties at dinner were somewhat rare in India, which makes sense because of the extreme heat most of the year. As a matter of fact, jackets were also generally not worn.

I showered and got dressed and was waiting to meet Sara when she emerged from her house. This time she was dressed in an elegant sari, of deep blue and yellow. On the way to the restaurant, we talked about the kids and my work. There were no signs of the earlier discomfort that I think we both felt. She was warm and charming.

Instead of meeting Su at the restaurant, we picked her up. She was also wearing a sari, or a variation of a sari. To a westerner, or at least to me, a sari is an intriguing outfit. It is yards of cloth, all draped around the body in some way that looks as complicated as some sailors' knots. In actuality, most of them (I think) consist of a petticoat or undergarment that is like a long slip, with a generally tight fitting garment across the chest, somewhat like a sports bra. And then a long piece of fabric is wrapped around the body and then generally draped over the shoulder. In short, it is beautiful and elegant but it looks confusing to wear, at least to a male and particularly a male that was still learning to tie a tie right.

I've heard it said of a sari that it "covers all and reveals all," and in the case of both Sara and Su, that seemed to be the case, perhaps more for the covering part than the revealing part. But, more about that later.

As I said, Su did not speak English fluently by any means, but she could speak it better than I'd expected. However, when she first got in the car, Su and Sara had a whispered conversation in Hindi and both laughed, glancing over at me as they did so. I wasn't sure what that was about but I suspected they were talking about the horny young prick that couldn't tell the difference between a matronly kiss on the cheek and a pass. It was going to be a long evening if they continued to do this the whole time. But, after that episode, they were very charming conversationalists, even considering some language difficulties, at least between Su and me.

Both Su and Sara had long flowing black hair, and in Su's case, she had the darkest eyes that I'd ever seen. She had beautiful skin that was slightly fairer than Sara's. She was about the same height as Sara but seemed slighter, less full in the breasts for example. She was childless so perhaps that had something to do with it.

The restaurant was only a short distance away and on the way, we talked about the menu. I'd never been there but apparently it was pretty well-known in Mumbai and somewhat difficult to get into. Both Su and Sara were predominately vegetarians but not in any really strict way, and Palkhi served both veg and non-veg meals. Many vegetarians would not frequent a non-veg (which is the local term for meals with meat) restaurant but Sara and Su didn't seem to have any hangups about that.

As we entered the restaurant, both Su and Sara seemed to get their share of appreciative looks, from both men and women. They were both very striking to begin with and their saris emphasized their beauty. I think Su's outfit was a variation of a sari actually. It had a silken and sequined halter-like top (like a longer sports bra in some ways) that was tight across the breasts and left the midriff exposed, but that was all surrounded by the flowing sari that alternatively covered and revealed the top. In Sara's case, she seemed to have on a traditional sari but one could also get a glimpse of her midriff, though not as much as with Su.

The dinner was marvelous and at the end, we each ordered a dessert called srikund, which is a traditional yogurt-based pudding. It is marvelous but we were all so full that we didn't eat anything. However, something interesting happened that I didn't understand until later. As we were having tea, Sara kept dipping her spoon in the srikund and letting it slowly drain off the end of her spoon; it looked like pale yellow cream. As she did so, she looked at Su and they both started laughing and said a few words in Hindi. Then both of them did it, and as they did so, Su let some drain over a spoon she held over her mouth and caught some in her mouth and the rest went down her chin. Sara then put some on the spoon, licked it off with a slurping sound, with an "ummm." They were both laughing and while I thought it strange, I assumed it was just two ladies out without their husbands having a good time. For all I knew, all Indian women liked to play with their food at the end of a meal.

As we left the restaurant, Su and Sara walked on each side of me and I have to say, it was a stimulating walk, if there is such a thing. Both were very close and each held my arm in such a way that their breasts rubbed against my upper arm as they moved. It was like four live things moving, with the tips of their breasts brushing me as we walked. When we reached the car, we all sat in the back seat, with me between them. On the way home, they leaned over to talk to each other and again, my arms were treated to breasts pressed to me. And in both Su and Sara's case, as they often leaned to speak to each other, they each put a hand on my thigh. If they'd moved it up my leg a couple of inches, they would have felt the head of my cock stretching towards their fingers. I was lucky it was going to be dark when we got home; I could simply jump out of the car when dropped at my place, maybe without them noticing the randy kid that was about to have an embarrassing discharge.

When we got to Sara's house, however, they really didn't give me any options. On each side of me, they steered me inside the door into the family room. As we moved down the darkened driveway, I felt Sara's hand brush the front of my trousers, and my cock reacted like a coiled spring. At first I thought it was an accident but then it happened again. And again, Sara said something to Su in Hindi and they both giggled like schoolgirls.

Once we got inside, Sara said something to each servant. They brought in coffee and after-dinner drinks and then they left, apparently for the evening. We sat on a L-shaped sofa, with Su and me and one side and Sara on the other. Su sat facing the both of us, with her legs crossed on the sofa. Sara and I shared a hassock.

"So, Ben, have you met any Indian women yet?" Sara inquired.

"Not really," I replied, "just on a casual basis. They seem nice but I don't guess I've found one that is quite ready to go out with me yet. Of course, I haven't gotten to know them well enough to ask."

Su, using halting English, said, "Indian girls are - sometimes afraid of foreign boys. They, they - what's the word - shy. But, if you get to know them, they can be very, very passionate."

"I bet that surprises you, Ben. Look I have an apology to make," Sara said as she sipped her drink, "when you were here the last time, I...I shouldn't have acted the way I did."

God, why did she have to bring that up? I was sorry that we were going to discuss my bumbling groping with Su. She probably knew about it anyway but I didn't want to discuss it. "No, Sara, I shouldn't have acted the way I did. With all the wine and maybe being a little lonely, I shouldn't have tried to kiss you like that. I was just out of line and I apologize to you."

Sara laughed a little, "no, I didn't mean that. I meant that I shouldn't have acted the way I did when I led you on and then when you responded, to push you away."

"Don't worry about that Sara. You didn't lead me on. You were just being friendly. I shouldn't have assumed that meant you wanted to do anything else and I did. Let's just forget about it."

Sara leaned over to put her hand on my leg, just above my knee. "Ben, listen to me. What I mean is that I shouldn't have pushed you away. I did want it to go further. I was just afraid. Indian girls are taught to hide their feelings about men. They're taught that their husbands can do what they want but that the women have to be faithful and take care of the kids. So, I just felt...like...well, I guess I felt like it wasn't right or something. But, after you left and ever since then, I realize that I have feelings and needs too, and I was too timid that night."

To show how much of a doofus I am, I still misunderstood the situation. "Well, we probably both had a little too much to drink so we'll just blame both of us for an unfortunate situation."

To my amazement, Sara slid to the floor on her knees and began to caress my leg. "Ben, Su and I planned tonight. Neither one of us get what we need at home. So, when I told her about you, we both had the same idea. For a long time, we didn't talk about it until one day Su said that she couldn't get it out of her mind, and I told her I couldn't either." Now Su was leaning over to rub my chest. And to my amazement, she started unbuttoning my shirt. I sat paralyzed.

Sara continued, "so we planned this Ben. And unless you say you don't want to, we're going to show you how passionate Indian women can be." As she was speaking, she moved her hand up to cup around my cock, which was fully erect. She felt the length of it as I leaned back and moaned. Su was caressing my chest, after she'd pulled my shirt from my trousers and finished unbuttoning it.

Sara pushed the hassock to the side and got between my legs. I felt the tug as she unbuckled my belt. Slowly she unzipped me. Reaching inside she grabbed my cock and in so doing pulled my shorts down. It all happened in an instant and I was still immobilized. Su's hands moved to my chest as she leaned in to put her lips to mine. I felt her tongue forcing my mouth open and I didn't respond quickly enough in return and the sensation I had was that she was raping my mouth with her insistent and exploring tongue.

Sara's tongue in turn was running up the length of my cock as her fingers were on top of the head clutching it tightly. I was astounded by what was happening to me. But, after being stunned for the last few minutes, I finally gained my wits about me. As I started to stand, Sara gently pushed me to indicate she wanted me to stay seated. She stood and backed off a bit and then began to unwrap the sari she was wearing. I've never seen a woman unwrap a sari before. This one was yards and yards of mostly blue, soft, diaphanous silk that was wrapped both around the waist and legs and over both shoulders I think. As she unveiled it, she dropped it to the floor draping it around her. Finally when it was finished, she stood before me. The only thing she was wearing was the petticoat and top. Both were sheer and the light blue of the sari. I could see her legs underneath the material, and I think I can see the darkness of public hair around her groin. Apparently she wasn't wearing panties. I was mesmerized by her beauty and the eroticism of the moment. The top was a tight camisole with a bottom that ended halfway between her tits and bellybutton. He tits were fully and firm beneath the thin material. I could see the darkness of her aureoles and the prominent nipples that looked like they were about to pierce the fabric.

Laughingly, she reached to Su's hand and also pulled her up, and they spoke in Hindi. Sara reached to Su's waist and began to unwrap her sari. She let it fall to the floor and Su was also wearing a sheer white petticoat. Her camisole, while tight at the top was not sheer because it was an outer garment. She was slighter than Sara but her tits were also a good size in proportion to the rest of her body. Sara reached to Su and caressed a breast, saying, "soft bublays," which I assumed was the term for tits. Su laughed and raised her arms as Sara pulled the camisole over her head. Su's tits fell free. They were magnificent - prominent, firm and capped by nipples that were the size and color of a pencil eraser.

She said something to Sara and Sara raised her arms and pulled off her camisole also. Her breasts were bigger than Su's, probably a C or D cup whereas Su's were certainly no more than a C cup. There was only a slight sag in Sara's tits, primarily because of the size and weight. She had very wide aureoles and as I said before, very long and hard nipples.

I had wriggled out of my pants and shirt at this point but I was still sitting, with my cock straight up into the air. I didn't know how long I could avoid stroking it but I knew that if I did, I'd cum immediately and I didn't want to do that if I could avoid it.

Both Su and Sara looked down at my cock and said something in Hindi, this time not laughing. My cock is around 8 inches and fairly thick and while I had no idea what they were used to, I was proud to say that I think they were impressed. Su was literally licking her lips as she looked at my dick. Quickly they both dropped their petticoats. Sara wasn't wearing anything underneath and she revealed a mass of dark hair covering her genital area. She was slim but had a slightly rounded lower stomach that one would expect from a 40-year-old woman with two children. Her hips were a little bit wide, which I actually like. All in all, her body was magnificent.

Su had pubic hair that was just as thick and dark but apparently she trimmed hers because it didn't spread out to her legs the way Sara's did. She cast her eyes away from me shyly but her flared nostrils and accelerated breathing, as well as the urgency of her movements now suggested her desire. Her eyes were glued to my cock and she immediately dropped to the floor and held it and moved it to her lips. First she squeezed the head with her fingers and kissed the tip, her tongue exploring the hole in the end and tasting the precum that bubbled up. One hand was wrapped around my shaft and the other cupped my balls as she began sucking me.

Sara came to my side so I could reach around her and take her nice, rounded ass in my hands and pull her to me. I smelled the lust of her hot cunt as she pressed her groin to my face. She opened her leg as my hand explored her inner thighs and she spread them farther as I found her the pussy lips that were swollen between her legs. She let out a gasp as I fondled them for a moment.

I was able to glance down and see Su'd dark head moving up and down on my cock. She'd moistened it with her saliva and while she doesn't seem to be the type that has a lot of cock-sucking experience, she was doing a terrific job on mine. It was surprising how deeply she took it inside her mouth.

As I was alternatively licking and caressing Sara's puffy-lipped pussy, I felt Su's mouth leave my cock and I looked to see her straddle my legs. She had my cock in her hand as she moved it towards her hairy pussy, positioning it and getting it wet by moving it up and down her slit. She was making guttural noises now, with the only words I could recognize "pucchi" and "luvde" which means pussy and cock respectively. But then as she lowered herself she keep repeating, in English, "fuck me, fuck me." Her pussy was warm and wet as it slid down my shaft. As she began riding me, I started fucking and bucking her and I immediately exploded inside her pussy, spraying her inner walls with hot sperm. I noted that her pussy was tightening around my cock too as she was bucking and yelling with her own orgasm.