This week has been dominated by in my mind by my night with Savita but life continues around me and changes are occurring elsewhere.
First, a wonderful piece of news – Lisa has had her baby girl, a healthy 3.5kg. Lisa herself is a bit exhausted but well. The girl looks a lot like Lisa but also quite a lot of John is there. She is an incredibly cute child – almost one-tenth as gorgeous as my daughter. (No-one could be more than one-tenth as cute.) They came out of hospital last weekend. Sue is beside herself with joy. The girl has very healthy lungs as I discovered when I went visiting one time, I could hear her even before I entered the block of flats.
Sue was fussing about everything and I had to calm things down a bit – I had forgotten how daunting a new child can be. But despite the frenzy, the sense of joy was wonderful. Maybe the daughter is not in the most conventional family but she is certainly in a deeply loving one.
John has seen the little girl a few times – Sue keeps inviting him –he is being helpful to them ensuring that anything they need is got to them – including an endless supply of nappies and proper food for the parents. Sue keeps referring to this daughter as John’s also but he does not want that – this is the child of Sue and Lisa even if he is the biological father and I know Sue appreciates John’s tact in not trying to push in even if she also wants to include him.
I asked John about how he felt about the baby and he said, he thought she was gorgeous and he was so delighted to see Lisa and Sue happy. I asked about his relationship with the baby and he said that Sue had asked him to be godfather and he was delighted to be that.
I know that this was a testing question for him given the other major event of the week. This is something that has been in the wings for week but the final nail was placed in the coffin. Annette finally moved out completely.
Things had not being going well for some time. Annette felt left out and had quarrelled with almost everyone. I think she was especially disappointed in me and my failure to build closer bonds with her. I felt bad about this but somehow I have felt a distance which I just couldn’t reach over. Part of it was her bad attitude to John since the birth of her son but also I could not find common emotional ground.
The parting was not amicable and Annette said she would fight tooth and nail to stop access for john to their son. John loves that little boy so much and this is just so nasty that I am afraid at the moment I feel an intense dislike for her. I tried to talk to Annette’s mother to smooth things over and was intensely disappointed – her mother (Joan) said that if we “made trouble”, she would report us to DOCS and we would have to struggle to keep our daughter – she said that we lived in a corrupting environment and our daughter was “at risk”. She said that I was a perverted whore who would corrupt my daughter and she wasn’t going to let her grandson be abused by us.
Lin was very upset by Annette’s attitude and, as her ex-gf, she tried to talk to Annette and went to visit her. They quarrelled fiercely and Lin – who has always been so loyal to Annette – came to see me with an anger against her that matched my own. When I told her what Joan had said, Lin screamed “That bitch. Her daughter is perverted and a whore – you’re just a very sexual woman – maybe you’re a whore like me but I tell you, Grace, your daughter is in a more loving and healthy environment than 90% of kids in Sydney. All your friends know that you’re a great mother and John’s the greatest father – you can tell by how happy and untroubled your daughter is. Don’t listen to that bitch and don’t change.”
Lin’s words were greatly appreciated – Joan’s comments had hurt me deeply and I had not wanted to talk to John because his loss of his son is much more devastating. Lin and I have clashed a lot and we are not really friends but I know she is a decent person and this discussion reinforced my trust in her. I know she loves John intensely but it was not just that which has made her so forceful on this.
Meanwhile, John is being his usual wonderful self – playing with our daughter and generally being supportive of the family. I know he is missing his son deeply though.
I guess one good thing about Annette moving out is that my sister now has a room of her own rather than alternating between the lounge and my daughter’s room. I can’t see her moving out any time soon and so it is better that she is not quite as much under foot.
Friday, October 30, 2009
"Wedding Party"
I was probably right to be nervous about my visit to Savita’s place last Tuesday although I could not have been treated better. Savita had rung me to ask if I could dress “a bit formal” and also was it possible for me to stay for breakfast the following day – things might be quite late and she did want some “special time” between us. She was quite pressing and I always find it hard to say no – especially since she is so attentive and warm to me.
I told my family I was stopping overnight with a friend and my sister said she would look after things. I am afraid I am relying on her too much. Already my daughter is treating her as almost a parent. (My daughter is however closest to her dad who I think she regards as her own private property. John seems to be happy enough with this idea and loves our daughter so much.)
I was invited to Savita’s place for 6pm but was a few minutes late. When I arrived, Savita’s mother fussed over me, guiding me to the “best chair” and offering me a fresh cup of tea. She apologised that they did not have any alcoholic drinks in the house but her husband would go and fetch whatever I wanted. (I didn’t want any and finally persuaded her I was not just being polite.)
Savita was “preparing herself so that she could be more suitable” for me, Savita’s mother explained. I was probably more unnerved by her degree of fussing this time than by her anger of my last visit.
Savita’s brother was there also. He was a year or so older than Savita (who is my age) and was very westernised. When his mother went out to attend to dinner, he looked at me and said “God, you look uncomfortable”. I was dressed in a dress suit that was my attempt at being “more formal” and that was uncomfortable enough but the real discomfort was about being there.
Her brother continued “Don’t worry. My parents aren’t going to eat you – they may not be comfortable with their daughter loving you but they love her too much to ruin her chances for happiness. Mum is determined to please you and to show they accept you as Sav’s partner.”
“And how do you feel?”
“If you make her happy, no one could support it more. Sav and I have talked things over since she was at high school and first found out her feelings for girls. I was the only person she trusted and she told me everything – the fear, the longing, the shame – god that girl has suffered. You might not believe it but even Indians can have a loving family and we are that – all of us care so much for Sav even if Mum goes over the top sometimes.”
“Why wouldn’t I believe?”
“Because you Chinese always seem to think us Indians are inhuman.”
“Hey don’t lay your prejudices on me – I’m here because I don’t think that way.”
“Sorry, you are right – I’ve been very rude - I do appreciate the way you make Sav feel so good. Before she met you, she had been struggling – she started seeing girls but it seemed never to be any good – she used to play a bit with Meera but they never really clicked and I think they were both struggling with being gay in a hostile society and reinforced each other’s anxiety. Then she met you. I remember when she met you – she told me how she had met the cutest girl at a party but another girl had argued with you and you left quite early. She said she had got your number and then she fretted about calling you. I had to push her to call and she was just so nervous. But she rang and you met. She told me how you were pretty wild and she could relax and open up with you – you never treated her as strange.”
“When you moved in with that guy and had a baby, she was heart-broken – she had a few dates with other girls but never anyone seriously – she was drifting into loneliness and sadness - and then a couple of months back she called me and said ‘I saw her again and we fucked – I am so happy’. I didn’t even have to ask who ‘she’ is – I knew it was you.”
“Oh.” I said. I had never realised the intensity of Savita’s feelings and I was unnerved. “So, what is today about? What is all this formality?” I asked.
Her brother said “It is for Savita. My mother and father had a very intense discussion with her after your last visit. They came to understand just how much she feels about you. We all understand that you have a very full life with your husband and daughter and lover. We know that Sav wants to be a part of your life and we are formalising our recognition of her desires with what is really a coming out party.”
“Do I get any say in this?”
“Absolutely – you are the most powerful person in this whole thing – you can walk away at any time. Let me explain: what my parents really wanted for Sav was a happy marriage to a man – they started matchmaking when she was 16 or 17– but they know now that is never going to happen. Next, they wanted a committed relationship with a person who values Sav and wants her as a permanent partner but no joy there - Sav insists she wants you. So my parents and Sav have discussed hard and finally accepted the idea of letting her be a “minor wife” to you – actually a Thai friend of mine explained the idea – Savita will be there committed to you but you can come and go as you please and enjoy her company as you wish. In once sense I think mum and dad like having their daughter home with them but they are struggling with the minor wife bit. Sav was so keen on this idea saying she would rather be your casual partner than the lover of anyone else and finally we all agreed even if we think it undervalues her. And so, we are working to please you – make you want to keep coming back – we know you can walk away at any time.”
“You must hate me.”
“No – my parents are confused - this is just too different from what they ever planned – but we all agree you have always been honest with Sav and you have made her happy so far. As long as you are honest and not unnecessarily cruel, we will be grateful. Now can I ask one favour, please.”
“What?”
“Maybe Sav does not mean that much to you – maybe she is as I think you described her - just a casual fuck but can you please give her tonight – this is a night when she comes out as gay formally in front of her family as well as pledging herself to you as a minor wife in front of her family and today her family give their acceptance of sexuality. We are trying to make it a bit formal like a wedding since it is probably the closest to a marriage that she will ever have. Can you please stay tonight and let her enjoy the acceptance of her love by her parents and me – this day is not really for you but for her. You have shown good will to her and please let her enjoy this day – all of us, including Sav, know that this night could be her last time with you but can you please give her this night and make her feel a bit special.”
I felt a bit manipulated but also exceedingly reluctant to make trouble. Also, I felt strangely touched. I knew that I would need to clarify things with Savita but this was probably not the best time.
“O.k. I will stay and try to be as positive as possible but I cannot make any promises about the future.”
“That is all we ask.”
The whole thing felt a bit surreal. Savita’s brother got up and excused himself for a minute. He had only been gone about a minute before his mother came in.
“Grace, can you please come in to the dining room, if it is alright.”
I followed her into the room. There was a pristine clean white cloth across the table. Candles had been lit and the lights were dimmed. Each place had a red mat and in the centre of a table was a large bowl of flowers. The effect was impressive and obviously a lot of effort had been put into getting it right.
I was taken to a seat in front of which there was a photo frame and in it a picture of Savita. The photo was very formal and she looked very serious. Savita’s father said “our daughter will be here soon. The photo in front of you is to say we put her in front of you as your wife”. I smiled but said nothing, not quite sure how to take this statement.
I noted with curiosity that 7 places had been laid. (Her parents, brother, Savita and I make five.)
Suddenly Savita entered the room, guided by her brother followed by Meera and another girl I had never met. The two girls were both dressed in beautiful saris but Savita outshone all of them – she was radiant in a gorgeous red sari which was wound around her. I have always though Savita was beautiful but today she was just perfection. She was smiling as I looked over her body which was clearly accentuated by her clothes. Her natural advantages were displayed but there was also a degree of suggestive discretion in her dress that made her look particularly beguiling.
Savita stopped in front of me and said:
“Thank you, Grace, for coming and letting me enjoy this day with you. It will be my pleasure to satisfy you in any way a wife can.”
“I am sure that I will enjoy that:”, I said.
Meera then said “I bet you will – Savita is just so horny for you,” I thought that the comment may have been inappropriate but her family seemed to accept it. The other girl then asked “ ..and are you horny for your wife, Grace?”
I smiled at her and said “of course, she is even more beautiful than ever.”
Then Savita’s mother spoke to me “Grace, I must apologise to you. Last time I did not welcome you to our home but now I know that my daughter wants you so much and I can only hope you will continue to visit her as your wife. You are welcome here. And I deeply apologise for my unforgivable rudeness.”
“Thank you for your welcome and let’s forget the past,”
Savita’s mother nodded her acknowledgement and then asked us to sit.
Savita was on one side of me and her brother on the other. Next to her brother was her mother and on the other side of Savita were Meera and the other girl. The father was between the other girl whose name was Anka (I think this is the correct spelling) and his wife.
I noticed that Anka and Meera were holding hands. Meera said brightly to me “We’re Savita’s bridesmaids – are we pretty enough?”
“Definitely.”
The mother and Anka brought dishes to the table. It was a veritable feast and I was enjoying the food when suddenly Savita’s father said, “You should be feeding your husband, daughter.” And everyone (apart from me) started echoing this.
Savita turned to me and said “My husband, I must serve you. Please let me put some food into your mouth and show my duty to you.” She then started to feed me using her fingers and carefully picking out delicacies.
This was getting strange - especially being called “husband” all the time and being served by Savita like this but it seemed that everyone had some view of how proceedings should go and so I decided to go with the flow.
When we had finished eating, Savita’s father spoke “Welcome, Grace to our house. Let me repeat my wife’s wish that you come often here. I think it would be good for us all to say what we are thinking since we are a small group of adults who all know this is a special occasion. If you were a man, we would be making jokes and talking of baby-making. We can hide from it but today we had better speak openly and I start by wishing that you, Grace, take pleasure with my daughter and hoping that my daughter satisfies you fully tonight. We will be happy if we hear the moans of pleasure from your room. But now of each of us should add his or her words of encouragement for the union of Grace and our daughter. Please speak, my wife.”
Savita’s mother spoke “Well a month ago I would not have known what to say but now I have talked a lot to my daughter about what she and you, Grace, as her husband will do together, My daughter told me how she will put her head between your legs and lick you. She will taste your body – at first, I was shocked but now I am beginning to see it as beautiful. I look at you, Grace, and can understand that you are a beautiful woman and if my son was marrying you, I would be easily seeing why.”
As her mother started talking, Savita had taken my hand and was holding it pressing quite tight.
Hr mother continued “I will not lie – I wanted my daughter to marry a man but I know she will not and instead I will support her love for you and pray it brings her joy. I hope you will find my daughter will pleasure you and satisfy you – I hope you will come back regularly as her husband.”
“For tonight, what can I say? I know what my daughter wants me to say and so, for her, even though I find it hard to say, I wish you happy fucking.” Savita’s mother looked very embarrassed but everyone clapped her and she relaxed a bit. I could feel her eyes were watching me and when I looked back, she kept her eyes fixed on me, meeting my gaze almost defiantly. It was not a friendly gaze but I was not sure what she was thinking and I got a feeling that she was still uncertain about me.
Savita’s brother then started off “Gee, Mum, hard act to follow. Well I guess I would never have thought I could say it but Savita has found a husband that I wouldn’t mind fucking. I can see why she attracts you, sis. I’m not an expert on what you girls will be doing but keep it dirty and keep it loud. I am so happy that Sav has found someone to love and, even if Sav won’t like me saying it, you’ve found a prize woman, Grace, in my sister and not just a prize piece of pussy – no one can be better and I am as proud of her as can be. So when you’re fucking her tonight, Grace, appreciate it and I hope you’ll keep coming back not just for her pussy but also for the person she is.”
Meera jumped in immediately. “I’ agree. Savita is so special. She loves you so much and you are fucking lucky, if you ask me. Me and Anka, we fuck together – and if either of us is half as loving as Savita, our lives will be great. Because I am a lez, I was invited along with my gf to this coming out and marriage and I am delighted to see one of my closest friends come out with her family – I haven’t faced mine. Even more, I’m delighted that Savita’s parents accept that their daughter is going to fuck you tonight in their house. Power to them both! As for you, Grace, you are fucking lucky, I repeat myself - but once you’ve finished licking her pussy, talk to her, enjoy the nicest girl you’ll ever meet. As for the fucking, Anka and I are staying here tonight, thanks to your Mum’s invite and I expect to hear your moans over ours as we enjoy our night together. Happy fucking, sisters.”
Anka then spoke “I don’t know any of you that well except Meera. I’ve only met you Savita two or three times. So thanks for inviting me. I am just so blown away by how you’re coming out – my mum and dad would kill me if they knew I am a lez. Savita, you really are great and I can’t understand you Grace – why aren’t you seeing just how fucking lucky you are. Anyway, happy fucking – make sure you taste each other’s pussies _ I know Meera and me will use our time together and I am going to lick Meera’s sweet, sweet pussy as long as I can.”
Then Savita turned to me and took both my hands in hers and spoke.
“Thank you Grace for sitting through this – it probably sounds weird to you but I asked these people today and I asked them to face the fact that I m going be fucked tonight as if I was a wife submitting to her husband. I asked them because they are important in my life and I want to make a statement to you in front of them. I know I am just a casual fuck to you but to me, you have opened my heart like I never thought anyone would do. I have to tell you, that first time with you 6, 7 years ago was the time was the first time I really enjoyed sex. You lead me to a pleasure that I never hoped for.”
“Grace, for you probably the fucking is what you get from me but for me it is much more – it is talking to a clever woman who can accept me for what I am – who can slurp my pussy and then talk about being gay in a conservative culture – who can talk about the books I read and then share my jokes – who can let the gutter of my mind pour out in obscenities and then talk about clothes. Grace in everyway I enjoy the moments I share with you and this is my chance to thank you. That is why I offer myself as a minor wife to you. I am happy that you take your pleasure with me and use my body as a casual fuck because you give so much to me. I do not ask anything in return but ask if at all possible that you will not shut the door on me. I want to call you ‘husband’ for the rest of my life – be a woman who serves you - but I accept whatever you decide knowing that you have a rich life already. Grace, as strange as today probably seems to you, even to have this moment with you and to say these things in front of dearest family and friends and to hope you will fuck me tonight in this house, my house, it is so special to me.”
Then Savita moved out of her chair and dropped to the floor and kissed my feet before I could do anything. I pulled her up so that her face was in line with mine and she slid back on her chair.
All eyes were on me and I felt very self-conscious but also inexplicably moved by everything. It was unreal but both sexually and emotionally exciting to have this beautiful woman say these things and offer herself to me. I know she was manipulating me but also I felt genuineness behind it all.
I knew I had to say something and I spoke slowly, thinking what to say but still not quite sure where I was going to. The words tumbled out.
“Savita, first let me make one thing very, very clear – you are not and never were just a casual fuck – I said that once because I was scared to get closer, I am truly sorry I ever said that – it was a lie. I have a life that involves people I care for and who I have duties towards. But, Savita, every time I am with you – it is so great –and not just the fucking which is the best – I enjoy being with you too.”
“I do find this evening very strange – and confronting. But I never wanted to walk out this evening. I value you too much for that. As I look at you, I feel so much desire – you are just so gorgeous and I would be proud to be your husband – even though find it hard to think of myself under that title.“
“Savita, you make me feel so good. I do not know how to fit you into my existing life but I want to – I want to share time with you and, please, never doubt my feelings. Your family and friends are loyal – they know your value – they think I do not know – but I know you are so special. I look at you and I talk to you – I am here today because I value you. I know you are so much better and more decent than me and I am amazed at the feelings you have for me. Savita, I am scared of my feelings for you – when you ask me, I melt. I am scared to say I love you because of the others in my life – but it is much more than just lust I feel for you, dearest girl.”
“I cannot make promises because of my duties but the time we share is precious. I am so honoured that you call me ‘husband’ and to my surprise I am excited to think of you as my wife.”
“Your friends have talked about you pleasing me – given the type of woman I am, I am surprised how shy I am to say what I want to do with you but my dearest Savita, I want to please you just as much and make you remember this night.”
I stopped and felt I had said much more than I should have but in a way I was discovering my own feelings – or perhaps I should say I was admitting to them. The time I had spent with Savita since we met again had been much more intense than I like to admit.”
Savita and I had naturally moved closer and closer as I was talking and he said softly “Do you mean that? Do you like me?” and I replied “Yes, so much” and then Savita moved her lips to mine and kissed me. I found myself responding, kissing back and my arms went around her as I pulled her to me, almost forgetting the others. The kiss was so intense – her lips so soft and I felt so excited. Her body was pressed against mine and I could feel the excitement of her body responding to me.
Suddenly, Meera shouted out “Hey you two, don’t start fucking here – wait for the bedroom.” That stopped us a bit and I felt a bit (actually a lot) embarrassed.
I looked at the family and they were all smiling. Most noticeably, Savita’s mother gave me a smile as if to say that she was pleased with what I had said.
Then the father spoke: “We are not a rich family but we thought we should give something to you as the husband of our daughter. He handed me a beautiful pearl encrusted keychain with two keys on it. “These keys open our house and give you access to our daughter when you want.”
“I am truly honoured, sir” I replied.
Her brother gave matching negligees, which I think Savita had chosen. “You need something to wear tonight”, he said – although I think they’ll be off more than on, eh?” he winked at us.
Then Meera and Anka started giggling – “Our gift is much more practical,” as they passed us a box. Savita and I opened it together and pulled out two small metal dildos and a long purple double-ended one. Savita clearly had not expected this and she looked embarrassed – glancing at me to see how I responded.
“Well these will be useful tonight!” I joked and Savita relaxed seeing I was not taking it in the right spirit and she smiled “They’re a bit small given how wet I am for you, husband.
“Can we see you try it out?” joked Meera.
Savita laughed and said “I think you are all tired – thank you all for giving me support tonight - and for accepring that I am gay and love a woman. But now I want a chance to please my husband.” She stood up and I immediately stood also. She pulled me close to her and we exited through the door to the applause of Savita’s family and wolf-whistles from Meera and Anka.
Savita steered me to her bedroom and then dropping to her knees, she said “Thank you, Grace for being so kind to me and putting up with this – can I ask you to spoil me a little more and let me serve you as we share our bed for the first time. No other partner has ever slept in this bed and I want to be a wife, looking after you and satisfying you. Please, at first let me pleasure you and spoil you – I want you as my husband and master – later you can please me but first, I want to serve.”
I am not used to being the one being pleased – I tend to serve – but Savita captivated me and I agreed very readily saying “as long as you let us finish that kiss.” Immediately Savita put her lips to mine and we embraced, holding each other tight as our kiss extended and our bodies melded despite our clothes. I was so horny for this woman and so turned on by her passion. Slowly this embrace stopped and Savita asked “Would my husband like a shower?” I smiled that would be nice but I would prefer to share it” “of course, my husband: I must wash your body.”
Then slowly and sensually she removed my blouse and longish skirt – she said – “Thank you, husband for wearing such nice clothes.” She carefully laid them down on the chair. Then with a grace and dexterity that astounded me, she unrolled her sari off her, revealing her panties and bra. She carefully folded up her sari and placed it on another chair. Then quickly she removed my bra and panties and took off hers as well. We were naked. I was amazed – it was not the clothes that made her so radiant. She was even more radiant as she stood in front of me naked and asked “Am I suitable for my husband.” “Ah Savita, you are just too beautiful!” and then shesaid, “Now husband, let me take you to your shower.
She led me completely naked down to the bathroom and we went into the shower. She turned on the water and tested the temperature, asking me is this too hot, husband? When it was right she knelt before me scrubbing me with a soaped up sponge, sensually cleaning me from my toes, up my body, between my legs, over my waist and then my arms, finishing with my breasts before washing off the suds, leaving me feel so fresh and clean. In the process she had also washed herself and I could see she was making sure that it was as sensual as possible.
After drying our bodies, she asked me to wait a second and I watched as took a few bottles from the shower shelf and poured out some liquid which she rubbed over her body. “Aromatic oils”, she explained, “to make me smell sweet for my husband”.
She took my hand and led me up the corridor back to her room. We were both completely naked. “Now, master, will you let your wife serve you and satisfy you.”, she asked as we walked back to the room. I of course agreed. When we went into her room it had changed– while we had been in the bathroom, someone had come in and carefully moved our clothes, placing the two negligees on the back of the chairs side by side. On the chairs were placed the dildos and a strap-on that I had not seen before. (In fact we did not use these toys that night.) Thick candles had been placed strategically around the room and over a thick bed spread, rose petals had been strewed. The room looked truly exotic and ideal for a sensual period of love-making.
“Mistress Grace, can you please lie on the bed and let your wife savour your body.”
I lay back on the bed with the petals surrounding me. Savita slowly moved over me, first kissing me on the lips, pushing her tongue into my mouth, before pulling away and saying “Now my husband, I must learn your body from toe to head” and accordingly she moved to my toes on one foot and one-by-one she sucked on them, before slowly kissing me up one leg and them casually licking between my legs and tasting what was already a very wet pussy. All she said was “My husband is excited with his wife?” before moving back to kissing and licking me up one side of my body, detouring to kiss my navel before returning to a slow move up the side of my body, kissing and licking. I was going crazy with excitement and in a way wanted her to hurry to lick my pussy while at the same time, I did not want her to stop this slow sensual kissing and I knew Savita was not to be hurried. She moved and kissed my breast, flicking my hard nipple with the tip of her tongue before restarting exploring the one side of my body, moving to my arm and slowly kissing and licking her way down it reaching my fingers and taking each slowly sensually in her mouth and licking them.
The scent of the oils was even more arousing (if that was possible) as her warm body casually moved around me as she accessed each part of my body. I felt her hard nipples and her pussy (which was definitely wet) rub against me. When she had finished with my fingers she moved suddenly placing herself on top of me and moving her mouth to my ears, she started to nibble on my earlobes and then to kiss the nape of my neck – it was driving me crazy and my body was almost exploding. I was already at climax and I was moaning as she worked over my body. I felt my nipples and they were as hard as rocks.
“Louder, let yourself go, my husband” she whispered.
Then she moved over to the other side and just as slowly worked down my arms to my fingers which she licked and then down my body kissing and licking - again detouring to my breast and a navel. Again she briefly licked my pussy before moving back to my leg kissing and licking down it to my toes of the other foot, before sucking on each toe one-by–one.
“Well my husband, I have explored your body and I love every part of it” Then she moved up placing her body over mine so that our breast were pressing against each other and she kissed me slowly and let her tongue slide deep into my mouth. I responded and we kissed so intimately and for what seemed a long time.
My nipples were erect and pleasure was filling my body – more than a climax, it was total excitement as Savita gently pulled away and said “I must drink the juices of my husband: and she placed her head between my legs and stated licking my pussy, slurping at the love juices that were pouring from me.
My full climax hit me and my body shook so hard and so fully. I was shaking with the pleasure and screaming and moaning as Savita mercilessly continued licking and slurping me, touching my clit and pussy lips with her tongue and pushing her fingers into my pussy, Climax after climax shot through my body with an intensity I do not believe I have ever experienced.
I almost blacked out from the sensations and could hardly move even after Savita stopped and moved her head next to mine. I pulled her to me and kissed her, determined to taste my love juices from her mouth. I pulled her body down on top of me and felt her weight on me. It felt so right having her lie on me.
Gradually, I got my control back and I said “I want to taste your pussy.” Savita sat on my face. She was already clearly very aroused and a I licked her until quite quickly she started screaming “Oh Grace, I can’t hold back – I’m cumming.”
Her body was shaking so much I couldn’t keep my tongue on her pussy and I twisted round pulling her into position so that she lay flat on her back legs spread wide as I licked her and swallowed her pussy juices. Savita was climaxing almost as much as I had and her body was shaking.
She was moaning and calling out my name. I was enjoying her climax and my body was responding becoming excited despite the energy drain of my earlier climax. I was drawn in by this beautiful young woman and her climax. Her pussy juices tasted delicious as she wriggled and writhed on the bed.
As Savita quietened from her climax, I rose and looked at her spread-eagled across the bed. I said to her. ”You are so desirable as you lie naked, legs spread in front of me. Someday, my wife, I am going to explore your body the way you explored mine.” Savita looked up at me and gave me the most glorious smile, saying “thank you, husband.” Something inside me felt both twisted and ecstatic as I looked at this beautiful woman who excites so much passion in me. How will it end? I wondered but I was determined not to say or focus on anything negative this night.
We made love again – soft gentle and deeply passionate. Perhaps our second fuck was not as memorable as that wonderful first time for the night. But that first time is too memorable. I do not know if I have ever felt so much and been so completely engulfed in sex with anyone – and as you know I have had more than my fair share of high quality sex. The second and third times built an intimacy that was much more than just sexual – our bodies were joining to find union.
After we were worn out and could do no more, as we lay together, nestled in each others bodies, Savita very shyly asked me “Did you mean it when you said I am not just a casual fuck?” “Oh, Savita! Even before tonight, you were anything but a casual fuck – you were always someone I found so gorgeous but now, I am overcome by you – I am scared by how much I feel for you – you are so incredible. I know I am not good enough for you”
“Rubbish! Can I tell you something Grace. Do you remember how we met?”
“Of course – at the gay party.”
“I had been to a couple of them – I always sat in the corner – I felt so out of it – so discouraged. No one really spoke to me. I watched you and your friend, Sue, come in – and I watched you dancing with a few girls. Then you saw me and to my surprise you asked me to dance”
“I remember you looked so lonely and so cute,” I replied.
“It was so wonderful – I danced with you and asked if I could see you some time and you just gave me your number and said “sure.” I held that number like it was life or death. I wanted to talk more to you but after that you got in a quarrel with a woman – god I hated her – and you left very shortly, kissing your friend Sue on the way out. I was so jealous of Sue!"
"I summoned up all my courage and walked up to Sue and asked if you are her were lovers and Sue laughed saying “We are just very good friends, Grace fucks around, you know.” I said “so you will not mind if I call her?” Sue looked at me, not hostilely but dismissively and said, “Go ahead, she might want a bit of Indian pussy” and then moved off to chat up a white girl. I have to be honest, I didn’t like Sue much but I was over the moon that I could call you.”
“But I got cold feet and wouldn’t have called if my brother didn’t bully me. He would see me and immediately ask “Have you called her?” Finally he dialled the number and handed the phone over to me – when you answered I was so nervous but finally explained I wanted to catch up and when you agreed to have a coffee, I was overjoyed. I remember dancing around the room with my brother, thanking him for making me call. When I met you, I was scared shitless. I saw you found me too cold and when you asked if I really wanted to see you, I was so ashamed and tried to explain that I was not sure what to do and then suddenly you were telling me that you were a hooker.
I was not completely surprised since there had bits of your argument with that hateful woman at the party that suggested that but it turned me on to be with such a sexual woman who I desired so much. I didn’t have a clue what to say and so I made some comment about wanting to be a lesbian hooker. I was terrified you would drop me when you realised how completely inexperienced I was. So I asked you whether you wanted to taste Indian pussy and when you said yes and took me back to your place, I was terrified – what would you do when you found out I didn’t have a clue. All I had ever done was kiss Meera and we played with each others tits a bit. But I had seen some lez porn that my brother had got for me and you led me so well that I could respond and we had the most incredible fuck session of my life – up to today, that is.”
“Whenever we met after that, I wanted to tell you how much I loved you but I was scared that you would laugh at me – you were so much in demand - everyone wanted you. Then you moved in with John and got pregnant – I despaired and gave up. But I wasn’t interested in meeting anyone else and had decided to live a life of a single dutiful daughter – I was oppressed by my mother’s pressures to marry and her unwillingness to see what was in front of her eyes. But I was resigned to it. My brother tried to get me out to meet girls but I pushed him back.”
“Then I met you again and, fuck it, I was just as much in love as those 6 years before – this time I was determined to keep in touch – no matter how unimportant I am to you. I know I am just a tiny bit of your life but at least I am a bit. I am happy Grace even just to be a casual fuck for you – I can’t let go and I have pushed it further than I have the right to by asking you here today.”
I replied: “My dear, dear Savita, I came because I feel more than I probably should for you – but open your eyes and look at me. I’m a whore who fucks for money – I fuck around and I am just not good enough for you. Did you read the copy of my blog I sent you?” (Before I went away and after I had been thrown out of the house, I had sent her a copy of my blog in file format so that she understood fully the type of woman I was. I was sure she would be repelled.)
“I have read the copy of your blog you sent me – I know exactly what you do. I was so turned on thinking of you doing these things – I was rubbing my pussy all the time – see, I am the pervert – you excite me more – I worship your sexuality, your honesty and your warmth. I wish I could be half as wonderful as you.”
I knew who was the more wonderful of the two of us (and it isn’t me) but I felt too tired to push the point. Instead we cuddled closer and our bodies entwined as I drifted in to sleep.
When I woke I thought Savita must be still asleep her body was so still with one hand resting between my legs on my pussy. I opened my eyes and saw that Savita was watching me. “Didn’t you sleep, my darling?” I asked and she said “I have never slept so well but these last 20 minutes I have been watching you, scared to move. I have been wondering how I can have such a beautiful woman in my bed and I have been savouring the moment.”
We gently made love – the casual gentleness of a waking morning fuck. Our bodies seemed to respond so fully. After a short doze, I asked what time – it was 9 a.m. and reluctantly I said that we had better get up. Savita asked me to put on my negligee as she put on her matching one and we went into the dining room for breakfast. The windows were wide open and it looked completely different from last night.
Savita’s dad had gone off to work. (Savita had taken three days leave and so did not need to go to work.) Savita’s mum and Meera were there but Anka had also left. (Savita’s brother had gone home straight after the party.)
Savita’s mother greeted me quite formally as she offered me breakfast:
“Welcome husband of my daughter. Did my daughter please you?”
Meera laughed and said “I think the moans last night pretty much answer that question?”
Savita’s mother continued “Please come any time to enjoy your wife – our doors are always open to you.”
Her eyes were on me, watching me cautiously. I replied “Thank you. Your daughter is the most wonderful woman I know and I could not have been treated better by her or by your family. I am not sure I deserve your welcome but I will definitely take advantage of it.”
Savita gave me a peck on my cheek: “Not too long, I hope, my husband”, she said. She fetched me an orange juice and as I watched her move around the room, I was again knocked over by her elegance and beauty. Her negligee revealed her beauty and I noted that Meera’s eyes were on her too.
“Gee, Sav-girl, you look so hot today. Nothing like a good fuck, eh?”, Meera teased. Savita laughed “I did not have a good fuck last night …. I had the greatest!”
I had to go home and reluctantly I said so to Savita who said “Please come back sometime”. I said to her that I wanted to be back very soon. We went back to my room and Savita watched as I dressed.
As I left, she kissed me quite chastely and said “Thank you, Grace for humouring me. You don’t have to come back unless you want but you are always welcome.” I was amazed “Why on earth would I not want to come back? You are the most gorgeous woman I know.” Savita smiled and said “I hope,” and then she left me, going inside.
Meera had asked me for a lift to her place which is about 15 minutes by car. When I drove off, Meera immediately started to talk:
“Savita is just the greatest woman I know – I envy you so much. She and I never did anything – too shy – and she never fancied me enough. You remember our 3-somes – she brought me along to keep you interested – did you notice that she never really touched me when we were fucking? I enjoyed our fucks, Grace – both with Savita and just us two – but let me say something if you cheat that girl, I will never forgive you.”
“I am not cheating her.”
“You don’t have a clue how much work that girl has done to try and get you. She argued with her parents and told them if they didn’t accept you, she would leave and never see them. Then she spent weeks planning the ceremony for yesterday – trying to get you interested and honour you while also saying what she meant. She stressed out whether it would offend you or make you feel she was strange or crazy but also she kept on about how she had to be different and interesting to you. She wanted you to be intrigued and attracted. She said you were turned on by sexy comments and so she insisted that we all make comments about fucking – easy for me but painful for her parents. She chose everything even planned the bedroom change-over and all the words that her parents said. She was in a real state when you came. She had sent her brother down to check whether you would stay or just walk out when you found out what was happening. She was terrified you’d walk out in disgust and when her brother came up and said you would stay for the ceremony as she called it, she burst into tears.”
“You are so fucking lucky Grace –Savita is the greatest and the most sensitive – so just be fucking careful. She acts tough but she is the softest and can get hurt real bad. I won’t forgive you if you hurt her even though you are the most fuckable girl I know.”
There was such passion in Meera’s voice that it overwhelmed me But I responded.
“I know, Meera, I know. And it scares me so much because I like her so fucking much - how can I balance my love for her and my duties to John and my daughter. They are the people to whom I owe the most and I love them deeply. But I never want to hurt Savita.”
We fell silent. Meera had given me her message and I knew too well the questions ahead.
I told my family I was stopping overnight with a friend and my sister said she would look after things. I am afraid I am relying on her too much. Already my daughter is treating her as almost a parent. (My daughter is however closest to her dad who I think she regards as her own private property. John seems to be happy enough with this idea and loves our daughter so much.)
I was invited to Savita’s place for 6pm but was a few minutes late. When I arrived, Savita’s mother fussed over me, guiding me to the “best chair” and offering me a fresh cup of tea. She apologised that they did not have any alcoholic drinks in the house but her husband would go and fetch whatever I wanted. (I didn’t want any and finally persuaded her I was not just being polite.)
Savita was “preparing herself so that she could be more suitable” for me, Savita’s mother explained. I was probably more unnerved by her degree of fussing this time than by her anger of my last visit.
Savita’s brother was there also. He was a year or so older than Savita (who is my age) and was very westernised. When his mother went out to attend to dinner, he looked at me and said “God, you look uncomfortable”. I was dressed in a dress suit that was my attempt at being “more formal” and that was uncomfortable enough but the real discomfort was about being there.
Her brother continued “Don’t worry. My parents aren’t going to eat you – they may not be comfortable with their daughter loving you but they love her too much to ruin her chances for happiness. Mum is determined to please you and to show they accept you as Sav’s partner.”
“And how do you feel?”
“If you make her happy, no one could support it more. Sav and I have talked things over since she was at high school and first found out her feelings for girls. I was the only person she trusted and she told me everything – the fear, the longing, the shame – god that girl has suffered. You might not believe it but even Indians can have a loving family and we are that – all of us care so much for Sav even if Mum goes over the top sometimes.”
“Why wouldn’t I believe?”
“Because you Chinese always seem to think us Indians are inhuman.”
“Hey don’t lay your prejudices on me – I’m here because I don’t think that way.”
“Sorry, you are right – I’ve been very rude - I do appreciate the way you make Sav feel so good. Before she met you, she had been struggling – she started seeing girls but it seemed never to be any good – she used to play a bit with Meera but they never really clicked and I think they were both struggling with being gay in a hostile society and reinforced each other’s anxiety. Then she met you. I remember when she met you – she told me how she had met the cutest girl at a party but another girl had argued with you and you left quite early. She said she had got your number and then she fretted about calling you. I had to push her to call and she was just so nervous. But she rang and you met. She told me how you were pretty wild and she could relax and open up with you – you never treated her as strange.”
“When you moved in with that guy and had a baby, she was heart-broken – she had a few dates with other girls but never anyone seriously – she was drifting into loneliness and sadness - and then a couple of months back she called me and said ‘I saw her again and we fucked – I am so happy’. I didn’t even have to ask who ‘she’ is – I knew it was you.”
“Oh.” I said. I had never realised the intensity of Savita’s feelings and I was unnerved. “So, what is today about? What is all this formality?” I asked.
Her brother said “It is for Savita. My mother and father had a very intense discussion with her after your last visit. They came to understand just how much she feels about you. We all understand that you have a very full life with your husband and daughter and lover. We know that Sav wants to be a part of your life and we are formalising our recognition of her desires with what is really a coming out party.”
“Do I get any say in this?”
“Absolutely – you are the most powerful person in this whole thing – you can walk away at any time. Let me explain: what my parents really wanted for Sav was a happy marriage to a man – they started matchmaking when she was 16 or 17– but they know now that is never going to happen. Next, they wanted a committed relationship with a person who values Sav and wants her as a permanent partner but no joy there - Sav insists she wants you. So my parents and Sav have discussed hard and finally accepted the idea of letting her be a “minor wife” to you – actually a Thai friend of mine explained the idea – Savita will be there committed to you but you can come and go as you please and enjoy her company as you wish. In once sense I think mum and dad like having their daughter home with them but they are struggling with the minor wife bit. Sav was so keen on this idea saying she would rather be your casual partner than the lover of anyone else and finally we all agreed even if we think it undervalues her. And so, we are working to please you – make you want to keep coming back – we know you can walk away at any time.”
“You must hate me.”
“No – my parents are confused - this is just too different from what they ever planned – but we all agree you have always been honest with Sav and you have made her happy so far. As long as you are honest and not unnecessarily cruel, we will be grateful. Now can I ask one favour, please.”
“What?”
“Maybe Sav does not mean that much to you – maybe she is as I think you described her - just a casual fuck but can you please give her tonight – this is a night when she comes out as gay formally in front of her family as well as pledging herself to you as a minor wife in front of her family and today her family give their acceptance of sexuality. We are trying to make it a bit formal like a wedding since it is probably the closest to a marriage that she will ever have. Can you please stay tonight and let her enjoy the acceptance of her love by her parents and me – this day is not really for you but for her. You have shown good will to her and please let her enjoy this day – all of us, including Sav, know that this night could be her last time with you but can you please give her this night and make her feel a bit special.”
I felt a bit manipulated but also exceedingly reluctant to make trouble. Also, I felt strangely touched. I knew that I would need to clarify things with Savita but this was probably not the best time.
“O.k. I will stay and try to be as positive as possible but I cannot make any promises about the future.”
“That is all we ask.”
The whole thing felt a bit surreal. Savita’s brother got up and excused himself for a minute. He had only been gone about a minute before his mother came in.
“Grace, can you please come in to the dining room, if it is alright.”
I followed her into the room. There was a pristine clean white cloth across the table. Candles had been lit and the lights were dimmed. Each place had a red mat and in the centre of a table was a large bowl of flowers. The effect was impressive and obviously a lot of effort had been put into getting it right.
I was taken to a seat in front of which there was a photo frame and in it a picture of Savita. The photo was very formal and she looked very serious. Savita’s father said “our daughter will be here soon. The photo in front of you is to say we put her in front of you as your wife”. I smiled but said nothing, not quite sure how to take this statement.
I noted with curiosity that 7 places had been laid. (Her parents, brother, Savita and I make five.)
Suddenly Savita entered the room, guided by her brother followed by Meera and another girl I had never met. The two girls were both dressed in beautiful saris but Savita outshone all of them – she was radiant in a gorgeous red sari which was wound around her. I have always though Savita was beautiful but today she was just perfection. She was smiling as I looked over her body which was clearly accentuated by her clothes. Her natural advantages were displayed but there was also a degree of suggestive discretion in her dress that made her look particularly beguiling.
Savita stopped in front of me and said:
“Thank you, Grace, for coming and letting me enjoy this day with you. It will be my pleasure to satisfy you in any way a wife can.”
“I am sure that I will enjoy that:”, I said.
Meera then said “I bet you will – Savita is just so horny for you,” I thought that the comment may have been inappropriate but her family seemed to accept it. The other girl then asked “ ..and are you horny for your wife, Grace?”
I smiled at her and said “of course, she is even more beautiful than ever.”
Then Savita’s mother spoke to me “Grace, I must apologise to you. Last time I did not welcome you to our home but now I know that my daughter wants you so much and I can only hope you will continue to visit her as your wife. You are welcome here. And I deeply apologise for my unforgivable rudeness.”
“Thank you for your welcome and let’s forget the past,”
Savita’s mother nodded her acknowledgement and then asked us to sit.
Savita was on one side of me and her brother on the other. Next to her brother was her mother and on the other side of Savita were Meera and the other girl. The father was between the other girl whose name was Anka (I think this is the correct spelling) and his wife.
I noticed that Anka and Meera were holding hands. Meera said brightly to me “We’re Savita’s bridesmaids – are we pretty enough?”
“Definitely.”
The mother and Anka brought dishes to the table. It was a veritable feast and I was enjoying the food when suddenly Savita’s father said, “You should be feeding your husband, daughter.” And everyone (apart from me) started echoing this.
Savita turned to me and said “My husband, I must serve you. Please let me put some food into your mouth and show my duty to you.” She then started to feed me using her fingers and carefully picking out delicacies.
This was getting strange - especially being called “husband” all the time and being served by Savita like this but it seemed that everyone had some view of how proceedings should go and so I decided to go with the flow.
When we had finished eating, Savita’s father spoke “Welcome, Grace to our house. Let me repeat my wife’s wish that you come often here. I think it would be good for us all to say what we are thinking since we are a small group of adults who all know this is a special occasion. If you were a man, we would be making jokes and talking of baby-making. We can hide from it but today we had better speak openly and I start by wishing that you, Grace, take pleasure with my daughter and hoping that my daughter satisfies you fully tonight. We will be happy if we hear the moans of pleasure from your room. But now of each of us should add his or her words of encouragement for the union of Grace and our daughter. Please speak, my wife.”
Savita’s mother spoke “Well a month ago I would not have known what to say but now I have talked a lot to my daughter about what she and you, Grace, as her husband will do together, My daughter told me how she will put her head between your legs and lick you. She will taste your body – at first, I was shocked but now I am beginning to see it as beautiful. I look at you, Grace, and can understand that you are a beautiful woman and if my son was marrying you, I would be easily seeing why.”
As her mother started talking, Savita had taken my hand and was holding it pressing quite tight.
Hr mother continued “I will not lie – I wanted my daughter to marry a man but I know she will not and instead I will support her love for you and pray it brings her joy. I hope you will find my daughter will pleasure you and satisfy you – I hope you will come back regularly as her husband.”
“For tonight, what can I say? I know what my daughter wants me to say and so, for her, even though I find it hard to say, I wish you happy fucking.” Savita’s mother looked very embarrassed but everyone clapped her and she relaxed a bit. I could feel her eyes were watching me and when I looked back, she kept her eyes fixed on me, meeting my gaze almost defiantly. It was not a friendly gaze but I was not sure what she was thinking and I got a feeling that she was still uncertain about me.
Savita’s brother then started off “Gee, Mum, hard act to follow. Well I guess I would never have thought I could say it but Savita has found a husband that I wouldn’t mind fucking. I can see why she attracts you, sis. I’m not an expert on what you girls will be doing but keep it dirty and keep it loud. I am so happy that Sav has found someone to love and, even if Sav won’t like me saying it, you’ve found a prize woman, Grace, in my sister and not just a prize piece of pussy – no one can be better and I am as proud of her as can be. So when you’re fucking her tonight, Grace, appreciate it and I hope you’ll keep coming back not just for her pussy but also for the person she is.”
Meera jumped in immediately. “I’ agree. Savita is so special. She loves you so much and you are fucking lucky, if you ask me. Me and Anka, we fuck together – and if either of us is half as loving as Savita, our lives will be great. Because I am a lez, I was invited along with my gf to this coming out and marriage and I am delighted to see one of my closest friends come out with her family – I haven’t faced mine. Even more, I’m delighted that Savita’s parents accept that their daughter is going to fuck you tonight in their house. Power to them both! As for you, Grace, you are fucking lucky, I repeat myself - but once you’ve finished licking her pussy, talk to her, enjoy the nicest girl you’ll ever meet. As for the fucking, Anka and I are staying here tonight, thanks to your Mum’s invite and I expect to hear your moans over ours as we enjoy our night together. Happy fucking, sisters.”
Anka then spoke “I don’t know any of you that well except Meera. I’ve only met you Savita two or three times. So thanks for inviting me. I am just so blown away by how you’re coming out – my mum and dad would kill me if they knew I am a lez. Savita, you really are great and I can’t understand you Grace – why aren’t you seeing just how fucking lucky you are. Anyway, happy fucking – make sure you taste each other’s pussies _ I know Meera and me will use our time together and I am going to lick Meera’s sweet, sweet pussy as long as I can.”
Then Savita turned to me and took both my hands in hers and spoke.
“Thank you Grace for sitting through this – it probably sounds weird to you but I asked these people today and I asked them to face the fact that I m going be fucked tonight as if I was a wife submitting to her husband. I asked them because they are important in my life and I want to make a statement to you in front of them. I know I am just a casual fuck to you but to me, you have opened my heart like I never thought anyone would do. I have to tell you, that first time with you 6, 7 years ago was the time was the first time I really enjoyed sex. You lead me to a pleasure that I never hoped for.”
“Grace, for you probably the fucking is what you get from me but for me it is much more – it is talking to a clever woman who can accept me for what I am – who can slurp my pussy and then talk about being gay in a conservative culture – who can talk about the books I read and then share my jokes – who can let the gutter of my mind pour out in obscenities and then talk about clothes. Grace in everyway I enjoy the moments I share with you and this is my chance to thank you. That is why I offer myself as a minor wife to you. I am happy that you take your pleasure with me and use my body as a casual fuck because you give so much to me. I do not ask anything in return but ask if at all possible that you will not shut the door on me. I want to call you ‘husband’ for the rest of my life – be a woman who serves you - but I accept whatever you decide knowing that you have a rich life already. Grace, as strange as today probably seems to you, even to have this moment with you and to say these things in front of dearest family and friends and to hope you will fuck me tonight in this house, my house, it is so special to me.”
Then Savita moved out of her chair and dropped to the floor and kissed my feet before I could do anything. I pulled her up so that her face was in line with mine and she slid back on her chair.
All eyes were on me and I felt very self-conscious but also inexplicably moved by everything. It was unreal but both sexually and emotionally exciting to have this beautiful woman say these things and offer herself to me. I know she was manipulating me but also I felt genuineness behind it all.
I knew I had to say something and I spoke slowly, thinking what to say but still not quite sure where I was going to. The words tumbled out.
“Savita, first let me make one thing very, very clear – you are not and never were just a casual fuck – I said that once because I was scared to get closer, I am truly sorry I ever said that – it was a lie. I have a life that involves people I care for and who I have duties towards. But, Savita, every time I am with you – it is so great –and not just the fucking which is the best – I enjoy being with you too.”
“I do find this evening very strange – and confronting. But I never wanted to walk out this evening. I value you too much for that. As I look at you, I feel so much desire – you are just so gorgeous and I would be proud to be your husband – even though find it hard to think of myself under that title.“
“Savita, you make me feel so good. I do not know how to fit you into my existing life but I want to – I want to share time with you and, please, never doubt my feelings. Your family and friends are loyal – they know your value – they think I do not know – but I know you are so special. I look at you and I talk to you – I am here today because I value you. I know you are so much better and more decent than me and I am amazed at the feelings you have for me. Savita, I am scared of my feelings for you – when you ask me, I melt. I am scared to say I love you because of the others in my life – but it is much more than just lust I feel for you, dearest girl.”
“I cannot make promises because of my duties but the time we share is precious. I am so honoured that you call me ‘husband’ and to my surprise I am excited to think of you as my wife.”
“Your friends have talked about you pleasing me – given the type of woman I am, I am surprised how shy I am to say what I want to do with you but my dearest Savita, I want to please you just as much and make you remember this night.”
I stopped and felt I had said much more than I should have but in a way I was discovering my own feelings – or perhaps I should say I was admitting to them. The time I had spent with Savita since we met again had been much more intense than I like to admit.”
Savita and I had naturally moved closer and closer as I was talking and he said softly “Do you mean that? Do you like me?” and I replied “Yes, so much” and then Savita moved her lips to mine and kissed me. I found myself responding, kissing back and my arms went around her as I pulled her to me, almost forgetting the others. The kiss was so intense – her lips so soft and I felt so excited. Her body was pressed against mine and I could feel the excitement of her body responding to me.
Suddenly, Meera shouted out “Hey you two, don’t start fucking here – wait for the bedroom.” That stopped us a bit and I felt a bit (actually a lot) embarrassed.
I looked at the family and they were all smiling. Most noticeably, Savita’s mother gave me a smile as if to say that she was pleased with what I had said.
Then the father spoke: “We are not a rich family but we thought we should give something to you as the husband of our daughter. He handed me a beautiful pearl encrusted keychain with two keys on it. “These keys open our house and give you access to our daughter when you want.”
“I am truly honoured, sir” I replied.
Her brother gave matching negligees, which I think Savita had chosen. “You need something to wear tonight”, he said – although I think they’ll be off more than on, eh?” he winked at us.
Then Meera and Anka started giggling – “Our gift is much more practical,” as they passed us a box. Savita and I opened it together and pulled out two small metal dildos and a long purple double-ended one. Savita clearly had not expected this and she looked embarrassed – glancing at me to see how I responded.
“Well these will be useful tonight!” I joked and Savita relaxed seeing I was not taking it in the right spirit and she smiled “They’re a bit small given how wet I am for you, husband.
“Can we see you try it out?” joked Meera.
Savita laughed and said “I think you are all tired – thank you all for giving me support tonight - and for accepring that I am gay and love a woman. But now I want a chance to please my husband.” She stood up and I immediately stood also. She pulled me close to her and we exited through the door to the applause of Savita’s family and wolf-whistles from Meera and Anka.
Savita steered me to her bedroom and then dropping to her knees, she said “Thank you, Grace for being so kind to me and putting up with this – can I ask you to spoil me a little more and let me serve you as we share our bed for the first time. No other partner has ever slept in this bed and I want to be a wife, looking after you and satisfying you. Please, at first let me pleasure you and spoil you – I want you as my husband and master – later you can please me but first, I want to serve.”
I am not used to being the one being pleased – I tend to serve – but Savita captivated me and I agreed very readily saying “as long as you let us finish that kiss.” Immediately Savita put her lips to mine and we embraced, holding each other tight as our kiss extended and our bodies melded despite our clothes. I was so horny for this woman and so turned on by her passion. Slowly this embrace stopped and Savita asked “Would my husband like a shower?” I smiled that would be nice but I would prefer to share it” “of course, my husband: I must wash your body.”
Then slowly and sensually she removed my blouse and longish skirt – she said – “Thank you, husband for wearing such nice clothes.” She carefully laid them down on the chair. Then with a grace and dexterity that astounded me, she unrolled her sari off her, revealing her panties and bra. She carefully folded up her sari and placed it on another chair. Then quickly she removed my bra and panties and took off hers as well. We were naked. I was amazed – it was not the clothes that made her so radiant. She was even more radiant as she stood in front of me naked and asked “Am I suitable for my husband.” “Ah Savita, you are just too beautiful!” and then shesaid, “Now husband, let me take you to your shower.
She led me completely naked down to the bathroom and we went into the shower. She turned on the water and tested the temperature, asking me is this too hot, husband? When it was right she knelt before me scrubbing me with a soaped up sponge, sensually cleaning me from my toes, up my body, between my legs, over my waist and then my arms, finishing with my breasts before washing off the suds, leaving me feel so fresh and clean. In the process she had also washed herself and I could see she was making sure that it was as sensual as possible.
After drying our bodies, she asked me to wait a second and I watched as took a few bottles from the shower shelf and poured out some liquid which she rubbed over her body. “Aromatic oils”, she explained, “to make me smell sweet for my husband”.
She took my hand and led me up the corridor back to her room. We were both completely naked. “Now, master, will you let your wife serve you and satisfy you.”, she asked as we walked back to the room. I of course agreed. When we went into her room it had changed– while we had been in the bathroom, someone had come in and carefully moved our clothes, placing the two negligees on the back of the chairs side by side. On the chairs were placed the dildos and a strap-on that I had not seen before. (In fact we did not use these toys that night.) Thick candles had been placed strategically around the room and over a thick bed spread, rose petals had been strewed. The room looked truly exotic and ideal for a sensual period of love-making.
“Mistress Grace, can you please lie on the bed and let your wife savour your body.”
I lay back on the bed with the petals surrounding me. Savita slowly moved over me, first kissing me on the lips, pushing her tongue into my mouth, before pulling away and saying “Now my husband, I must learn your body from toe to head” and accordingly she moved to my toes on one foot and one-by-one she sucked on them, before slowly kissing me up one leg and them casually licking between my legs and tasting what was already a very wet pussy. All she said was “My husband is excited with his wife?” before moving back to kissing and licking me up one side of my body, detouring to kiss my navel before returning to a slow move up the side of my body, kissing and licking. I was going crazy with excitement and in a way wanted her to hurry to lick my pussy while at the same time, I did not want her to stop this slow sensual kissing and I knew Savita was not to be hurried. She moved and kissed my breast, flicking my hard nipple with the tip of her tongue before restarting exploring the one side of my body, moving to my arm and slowly kissing and licking her way down it reaching my fingers and taking each slowly sensually in her mouth and licking them.
The scent of the oils was even more arousing (if that was possible) as her warm body casually moved around me as she accessed each part of my body. I felt her hard nipples and her pussy (which was definitely wet) rub against me. When she had finished with my fingers she moved suddenly placing herself on top of me and moving her mouth to my ears, she started to nibble on my earlobes and then to kiss the nape of my neck – it was driving me crazy and my body was almost exploding. I was already at climax and I was moaning as she worked over my body. I felt my nipples and they were as hard as rocks.
“Louder, let yourself go, my husband” she whispered.
Then she moved over to the other side and just as slowly worked down my arms to my fingers which she licked and then down my body kissing and licking - again detouring to my breast and a navel. Again she briefly licked my pussy before moving back to my leg kissing and licking down it to my toes of the other foot, before sucking on each toe one-by–one.
“Well my husband, I have explored your body and I love every part of it” Then she moved up placing her body over mine so that our breast were pressing against each other and she kissed me slowly and let her tongue slide deep into my mouth. I responded and we kissed so intimately and for what seemed a long time.
My nipples were erect and pleasure was filling my body – more than a climax, it was total excitement as Savita gently pulled away and said “I must drink the juices of my husband: and she placed her head between my legs and stated licking my pussy, slurping at the love juices that were pouring from me.
My full climax hit me and my body shook so hard and so fully. I was shaking with the pleasure and screaming and moaning as Savita mercilessly continued licking and slurping me, touching my clit and pussy lips with her tongue and pushing her fingers into my pussy, Climax after climax shot through my body with an intensity I do not believe I have ever experienced.
I almost blacked out from the sensations and could hardly move even after Savita stopped and moved her head next to mine. I pulled her to me and kissed her, determined to taste my love juices from her mouth. I pulled her body down on top of me and felt her weight on me. It felt so right having her lie on me.
Gradually, I got my control back and I said “I want to taste your pussy.” Savita sat on my face. She was already clearly very aroused and a I licked her until quite quickly she started screaming “Oh Grace, I can’t hold back – I’m cumming.”
Her body was shaking so much I couldn’t keep my tongue on her pussy and I twisted round pulling her into position so that she lay flat on her back legs spread wide as I licked her and swallowed her pussy juices. Savita was climaxing almost as much as I had and her body was shaking.
She was moaning and calling out my name. I was enjoying her climax and my body was responding becoming excited despite the energy drain of my earlier climax. I was drawn in by this beautiful young woman and her climax. Her pussy juices tasted delicious as she wriggled and writhed on the bed.
As Savita quietened from her climax, I rose and looked at her spread-eagled across the bed. I said to her. ”You are so desirable as you lie naked, legs spread in front of me. Someday, my wife, I am going to explore your body the way you explored mine.” Savita looked up at me and gave me the most glorious smile, saying “thank you, husband.” Something inside me felt both twisted and ecstatic as I looked at this beautiful woman who excites so much passion in me. How will it end? I wondered but I was determined not to say or focus on anything negative this night.
We made love again – soft gentle and deeply passionate. Perhaps our second fuck was not as memorable as that wonderful first time for the night. But that first time is too memorable. I do not know if I have ever felt so much and been so completely engulfed in sex with anyone – and as you know I have had more than my fair share of high quality sex. The second and third times built an intimacy that was much more than just sexual – our bodies were joining to find union.
After we were worn out and could do no more, as we lay together, nestled in each others bodies, Savita very shyly asked me “Did you mean it when you said I am not just a casual fuck?” “Oh, Savita! Even before tonight, you were anything but a casual fuck – you were always someone I found so gorgeous but now, I am overcome by you – I am scared by how much I feel for you – you are so incredible. I know I am not good enough for you”
“Rubbish! Can I tell you something Grace. Do you remember how we met?”
“Of course – at the gay party.”
“I had been to a couple of them – I always sat in the corner – I felt so out of it – so discouraged. No one really spoke to me. I watched you and your friend, Sue, come in – and I watched you dancing with a few girls. Then you saw me and to my surprise you asked me to dance”
“I remember you looked so lonely and so cute,” I replied.
“It was so wonderful – I danced with you and asked if I could see you some time and you just gave me your number and said “sure.” I held that number like it was life or death. I wanted to talk more to you but after that you got in a quarrel with a woman – god I hated her – and you left very shortly, kissing your friend Sue on the way out. I was so jealous of Sue!"
"I summoned up all my courage and walked up to Sue and asked if you are her were lovers and Sue laughed saying “We are just very good friends, Grace fucks around, you know.” I said “so you will not mind if I call her?” Sue looked at me, not hostilely but dismissively and said, “Go ahead, she might want a bit of Indian pussy” and then moved off to chat up a white girl. I have to be honest, I didn’t like Sue much but I was over the moon that I could call you.”
“But I got cold feet and wouldn’t have called if my brother didn’t bully me. He would see me and immediately ask “Have you called her?” Finally he dialled the number and handed the phone over to me – when you answered I was so nervous but finally explained I wanted to catch up and when you agreed to have a coffee, I was overjoyed. I remember dancing around the room with my brother, thanking him for making me call. When I met you, I was scared shitless. I saw you found me too cold and when you asked if I really wanted to see you, I was so ashamed and tried to explain that I was not sure what to do and then suddenly you were telling me that you were a hooker.
I was not completely surprised since there had bits of your argument with that hateful woman at the party that suggested that but it turned me on to be with such a sexual woman who I desired so much. I didn’t have a clue what to say and so I made some comment about wanting to be a lesbian hooker. I was terrified you would drop me when you realised how completely inexperienced I was. So I asked you whether you wanted to taste Indian pussy and when you said yes and took me back to your place, I was terrified – what would you do when you found out I didn’t have a clue. All I had ever done was kiss Meera and we played with each others tits a bit. But I had seen some lez porn that my brother had got for me and you led me so well that I could respond and we had the most incredible fuck session of my life – up to today, that is.”
“Whenever we met after that, I wanted to tell you how much I loved you but I was scared that you would laugh at me – you were so much in demand - everyone wanted you. Then you moved in with John and got pregnant – I despaired and gave up. But I wasn’t interested in meeting anyone else and had decided to live a life of a single dutiful daughter – I was oppressed by my mother’s pressures to marry and her unwillingness to see what was in front of her eyes. But I was resigned to it. My brother tried to get me out to meet girls but I pushed him back.”
“Then I met you again and, fuck it, I was just as much in love as those 6 years before – this time I was determined to keep in touch – no matter how unimportant I am to you. I know I am just a tiny bit of your life but at least I am a bit. I am happy Grace even just to be a casual fuck for you – I can’t let go and I have pushed it further than I have the right to by asking you here today.”
I replied: “My dear, dear Savita, I came because I feel more than I probably should for you – but open your eyes and look at me. I’m a whore who fucks for money – I fuck around and I am just not good enough for you. Did you read the copy of my blog I sent you?” (Before I went away and after I had been thrown out of the house, I had sent her a copy of my blog in file format so that she understood fully the type of woman I was. I was sure she would be repelled.)
“I have read the copy of your blog you sent me – I know exactly what you do. I was so turned on thinking of you doing these things – I was rubbing my pussy all the time – see, I am the pervert – you excite me more – I worship your sexuality, your honesty and your warmth. I wish I could be half as wonderful as you.”
I knew who was the more wonderful of the two of us (and it isn’t me) but I felt too tired to push the point. Instead we cuddled closer and our bodies entwined as I drifted in to sleep.
When I woke I thought Savita must be still asleep her body was so still with one hand resting between my legs on my pussy. I opened my eyes and saw that Savita was watching me. “Didn’t you sleep, my darling?” I asked and she said “I have never slept so well but these last 20 minutes I have been watching you, scared to move. I have been wondering how I can have such a beautiful woman in my bed and I have been savouring the moment.”
We gently made love – the casual gentleness of a waking morning fuck. Our bodies seemed to respond so fully. After a short doze, I asked what time – it was 9 a.m. and reluctantly I said that we had better get up. Savita asked me to put on my negligee as she put on her matching one and we went into the dining room for breakfast. The windows were wide open and it looked completely different from last night.
Savita’s dad had gone off to work. (Savita had taken three days leave and so did not need to go to work.) Savita’s mum and Meera were there but Anka had also left. (Savita’s brother had gone home straight after the party.)
Savita’s mother greeted me quite formally as she offered me breakfast:
“Welcome husband of my daughter. Did my daughter please you?”
Meera laughed and said “I think the moans last night pretty much answer that question?”
Savita’s mother continued “Please come any time to enjoy your wife – our doors are always open to you.”
Her eyes were on me, watching me cautiously. I replied “Thank you. Your daughter is the most wonderful woman I know and I could not have been treated better by her or by your family. I am not sure I deserve your welcome but I will definitely take advantage of it.”
Savita gave me a peck on my cheek: “Not too long, I hope, my husband”, she said. She fetched me an orange juice and as I watched her move around the room, I was again knocked over by her elegance and beauty. Her negligee revealed her beauty and I noted that Meera’s eyes were on her too.
“Gee, Sav-girl, you look so hot today. Nothing like a good fuck, eh?”, Meera teased. Savita laughed “I did not have a good fuck last night …. I had the greatest!”
I had to go home and reluctantly I said so to Savita who said “Please come back sometime”. I said to her that I wanted to be back very soon. We went back to my room and Savita watched as I dressed.
As I left, she kissed me quite chastely and said “Thank you, Grace for humouring me. You don’t have to come back unless you want but you are always welcome.” I was amazed “Why on earth would I not want to come back? You are the most gorgeous woman I know.” Savita smiled and said “I hope,” and then she left me, going inside.
Meera had asked me for a lift to her place which is about 15 minutes by car. When I drove off, Meera immediately started to talk:
“Savita is just the greatest woman I know – I envy you so much. She and I never did anything – too shy – and she never fancied me enough. You remember our 3-somes – she brought me along to keep you interested – did you notice that she never really touched me when we were fucking? I enjoyed our fucks, Grace – both with Savita and just us two – but let me say something if you cheat that girl, I will never forgive you.”
“I am not cheating her.”
“You don’t have a clue how much work that girl has done to try and get you. She argued with her parents and told them if they didn’t accept you, she would leave and never see them. Then she spent weeks planning the ceremony for yesterday – trying to get you interested and honour you while also saying what she meant. She stressed out whether it would offend you or make you feel she was strange or crazy but also she kept on about how she had to be different and interesting to you. She wanted you to be intrigued and attracted. She said you were turned on by sexy comments and so she insisted that we all make comments about fucking – easy for me but painful for her parents. She chose everything even planned the bedroom change-over and all the words that her parents said. She was in a real state when you came. She had sent her brother down to check whether you would stay or just walk out when you found out what was happening. She was terrified you’d walk out in disgust and when her brother came up and said you would stay for the ceremony as she called it, she burst into tears.”
“You are so fucking lucky Grace –Savita is the greatest and the most sensitive – so just be fucking careful. She acts tough but she is the softest and can get hurt real bad. I won’t forgive you if you hurt her even though you are the most fuckable girl I know.”
There was such passion in Meera’s voice that it overwhelmed me But I responded.
“I know, Meera, I know. And it scares me so much because I like her so fucking much - how can I balance my love for her and my duties to John and my daughter. They are the people to whom I owe the most and I love them deeply. But I never want to hurt Savita.”
We fell silent. Meera had given me her message and I knew too well the questions ahead.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Savita
A while back, in a clothes shop, I ran into a girl I knew from way back. Savita is a beautiful Indian girl – still very slim and slightly taller than me. She is completely and utterly gay but her family and the world she lives in are totally unaccepting of her sexuality and so she has lived a double life, frequenting gay clubs and living at home as a loyal conservative virgin daughter focussed on caring and obeying her parents. When I knew her before she told me at that time that she thought that her mum had guessed her sexuality but they could not talk about it. The extent of her mother’s acknowledgement had been that she has stopped trying to match her off with boys.
When you get past her reserve, Savita has the dirtiest mind you could imagine – that’s why I like her so much. I remember many years ago, sitting in a couch with her at a party, involved in heavy petting with her as she whispered in my ear about what the other girls at the party would be doing with each other – in very graphic terms. When she found out that I was a hooker, she was shocked but then she told me she had a fantasy about being a lesbian hooker fucking lots of women. She also knew more dirty jokes than any other woman I have ever met.
I had met her at a party I went to with Sue before John and I were married – I think it was the same one that I met Sandra. Savita had taken my phone number and called me up to catch up. When we met, she was so very polite and quiet that I wondered why she had wanted to meet me. Not being the most tactful of people I actually asked her did she really want to meet me – or was it a mistake – she seemed so uncomfortable.
Savita said it was no mistake – she thought I was so cute when she met me and she hadn’t changed her mind. She said she was shy to say what she thought – she apologised if she seemed cool but she wasn’t used to inviting a girl out.
I laughed and told her that she didn’t need to be shy of me – maybe she should be disgusted by me instead – and I told her quite bluntly that I worked as a hooker. I still remember how her eyes opened wide and she said “Wow! What a sexy girl you are! But I guess you are more into men – or is it only work?” I explained that I was bi and very into women.
She said the idea of touching a man was a real turn-off to her but she was most often attracted to straight girls. Once she heard that I was a hooker, she opened up to me. Happily she didn’t seem either censorious or repelled – she said she was excited by having such a sexy friend and she told me about her lesbian whore fantasy.
Then she moved her head close to mine and whispered “tell me, Grace, have you ever tasted Indian pussy ?” I admitted that I had not and she said “It can be very sweet you know – you should try some!” “Any suggestions of where I can get some?” “There’s some very wet pussy right next to you and ready for a cute Chinese girl to taste it.”
“And am I cute enough?”
“Absolutely.”
We caught a cab back to my flat and had the hottest sex - we were all over each other as soon as we walked in the door, and were immediately busy kissing, cuddling and exploring each other’s bodies– I looked back at my diary and I commented that I was amazed just how wet she was even before I started licking her. Very sexy obscenities rolled out of her mouth non-stop as I played with her. She fingered my pussy so expertly – she was one of the best I have ever had at using her fingers.
Savita is slim but she has beautiful boobs – much bigger than mine and the loveliest nipples that were so hard when I sucked on them. I loved touching and caressing her breasts and she was so gentle but skilful when she played with my breasts that she could almost bring me to a climax just through breast play.
That first time we spent about five hours exploring each others bodies, kissing cuddling and bringing each other to climax.
What I remember most of all was at one point when we were both sated, she and I sat facing each other – me in the sofa and her in my armchair, both completely naked. She sat legs spread wide open so that I could see her pussy still glistening with her love juices and my saliva. It was late afternoon - almost evening- and reasonably warm. I had not turned on the lights so it was getting a bit dim. She was talking to me about how seldom she got to be with a girl and talked about sex and love. She was so beautiful and desirable and so seductively posed as she spoke so sexily about pussy licking that even after all the fucking, I was still getting hot.
Finally I couldn’t help myself I got off the couch and knelt before her and put my head between her legs and let my tongue explore her pussy once again, licking and slurping her wet pussy. It wasn’t long until she was at my pussy again, her fingers probing me until she was finger-fucking me even as I still licked her clit. It was a slow-developing but truly sexual fuck that finished with us both cumming as we finger-fucked each other and after that we lay in each others arms kissing and holding each other for a long time.
After that time I saw Savita quite regularly and always our lovemaking was torrid. She introduced me to another gay Indian girl called Meera with whom we had a threesome as well as my meeting her a few times on her own. Meera was almost as hot a fuck as Savita although always a bit restrained with Savita. I asked why Savita and Meera were not closer but apparently they were from different parts of India and there were family obstacles against their friendship. Also it seems they were not very attracted to each other, although both of them are sexy and beautiful.
After John and I were living together and I was pregnant, Savita and I drifted apart. But seeing her again, we immediately clicked again - it was as if the separation of five years since we last met did not exist. She came home with me and we made passionate love.
She is still living with her parents but said it is getting more and more oppressive. Her mother is obstinately refusing to discuss her daughter’s sexuality and treats her as if she is unlucky not to find the right man. Strangely, her father has come to terms with having a gay daughter and privately told her that he wasn’t delighted to have “lez daughter” but after talking with his friends, he figured there wasn’t anything to do about it unless he disowned her – and he wasn’t going to do that.
Savita asked me to come to her place – she said she wanted to introduce me to her mother as her lover – forcing her mother to face the fact that her daughter was a lesbian. The thought of this was pretty scary to me and I tried to back out reminding her I was not really her girlfriend, just a casual fuck. Savita then got very upset and said “Is that all I am to you? A casual fuck? I thought you liked me! Sorry, you’re so special to me and I’m just another piece of pussy to you. Fuck you – I need friends and lovers not casual fucks.”
She was very upset and I genuinely like her even if she is not my closest lover. I said to her honestly what I thought emphasising she was not a casual fuck but I had an important man in my life already and another woman who was the third part of my life. I said I thought I had told her this and she conceded I had but said that I was the closest person in her life and she was hoping I would help her at this stage on her life to break past this point with her mother – she couldn’t do it alone and also she had a fantasy of fucking a girl in her own room and I was her fantasy girl.
There was a pleading look as she asked me “Do you like me at all? Please do this for me?” I am too weak and finally I gave in.
Her home is a small suburban 3 or 4 bedroom house. Her brother has moved out and she lives there with her mother and father. Savita had told her parents she was bringing a friend for dinner. When we walked in, she took me in her arms and held me close, introducing me to her mother as my girlfriend and lover, Grace. Her mother pretended that I was just a friend and said “always nice to meet a friend of Savita’s.”
Savita said “Mum, she’s not just a friend, get it – Grace is my lover. She’s my lesbian girlfriend– I fuck with her. You can’t avoid it – I am gay, mum -I like Grace not just as friend but I love to hold her, kiss her and explore her body and she explores mine”
There was complete silence and I could think of a 100 places I would rather be – in fact I couldn’t think of anywhere I wanted to be less at that moment. Her father was watching – very nervously – from the corner of the room.
Savita’s mother broke the silence by clearing away the two places that she had laid for me and Savita, saying “well I won’t need these and putting two plates back into the cupboard and saying very loudly to Savita’s father “Well, husband, it is time for you and I to eat.”
Savita seemed glued to the spot but I took her hand and moved her towards to the door. At this point, she sprang back to life and said “Now, Grace, I want to show you my room. I have a fantasy to fill. I need to fuck you.” I hadn’t thought anything could make me more uncomfortable but this statement did – the idea of fucking in the house of a very angry mother was a little beyond my own comfort zone but Savita was also clearly deeply angry and I followed the line of least resistance – all the years of repression were exploding out in an act of total defiance.
I let myself be lead and as we moved into her bedroom, Savita grabbed me and pulled my clothes off, stripping her self down too– before pushing me on to the bed, she started on my pussy like a woman possessed. It was sheer lust coupled with anger and I was both excited and a bit frightened.
She said to me, “Lick me, bitch – and make it noisy so that my mum can hear our fucking. Lick my pussy hard and shove your whore fingers into me – use me like I’m going to use your whore body.”
But we got no further. Savita’s mother broke into the room and pulled us apart – turning to me, she slapped me across the face quite hard and said “Get out of my house, slut – maybe you are used to corrupting women but not in my house.”
Then, she slapped Savita on the face and started saying a torrent of words but they were all in her language and I couldn’t understand. Savita didn’t take long to respond and the volume was getting louder as the two shouted at each other.
At this point, cowardice won out and I put back on my clothes and slipped out of the room and was about to sneak out the door when Savita’s father said “Just a minute, please”, He was visibly upset and I thought that he was probably going to shout at me or something. I was looking for an escape route if he got too angry.
However he had spoken very politely and I felt I should be polite back. So I replied “Yes, sir” and tried to look deferential in the way I spoke to him. I think he was surprised that I was not rude or swearing but he started to speak:
“I do not understand this world – it wasn’t like this where my wife and I come from – I am confused – a woman marrying a woman – what is this? But I have spoken to my daughter – she has told me she loves you. She has told me she wants you as her partner. So I guess I must respect you as her husband. I do not want to lose my daughter. I have seen her grow from a baby and always I have loved her. I know she is sad and I saw she did not want a man and so I told my wife to stop finding a husband. But still she was sad and she said she was bringing home a girl – I knew this was not just a friend but my wife said ‘no, it can only be a friend’. Then my daughter tells us she wants to lie with you as if you are a man. I am shocked but know she will do it. And I do not want to lose my daughter. I want her happy. But it is not easy.”
He stopped and I looked at him. I could not help again reflecting on the cultures shock he was facing and realising that he really did love his daughter so much to be saying these things and so I said “Thank you, sir. It is hard, sir. You are so good to care for your daughter. Many just say I will not accept and hurt their daughter. I respect you deeply.”
He replied “maybe, but I must apologise – the husband of my daughter should be treated with respect. I must apologise to you and promise that next time you visit my daughter, you will be received as her husband should be.” I did a double-take with the word “husband” but bit my tongue and said “Thank you, sir.”
The screams from the other room were getting louder and he said “Could you please excuse me. I think I may need to settle things a bit.” I gladly agreed and let him go to calm things while I escaped.
I told John about the events and expected him to laugh when I mentioned how I was Savita’s husband but although he teased a bit, he also said to me:
“Grace, you really do get messed up in things, don’t you. This man is trying to settle a difficult clash between his culture and his family – be careful – he sounds as if he has his own agenda. Do you want to be Savita’s husband? Be very careful or someone is going to get hurt.”
I thought of these words when Savita rang me the next day and apologised. She said that things had calmed down afterwards and her mother had finally given way under the pressure of her father and her and Savita said that next time I came, I would be welcomed to the house.
I was very dubious about this “next time” but Savita pleaded with me. I reminded Savita that I was already in a relationship and she said “I know” but, after John’s words, I was more alert and I felt she had skimmed over what I was saying, focussing on her own concerns. When I remarked about being called her “husband”, she laughed and said “Dad is so sweet – he wants me happy. And, gee it would be good being your wife! Would it be too awful being my husband, eh?” I tried to explain my feelings without offending but turned out so wishy-washy that I think Savita could ignore my concerns. I must be more firm but Savita is very attractive and I do feel a bit like butter in her hands.
The failed dinner was before I went away and so I have avoided things up to now but now Savita has set a date (next Tuesday) for my visit and I am actually pretty nervous about the whole thing. She says I will be welcomed as I should be this time. Now, what the fuck does that mean?
When you get past her reserve, Savita has the dirtiest mind you could imagine – that’s why I like her so much. I remember many years ago, sitting in a couch with her at a party, involved in heavy petting with her as she whispered in my ear about what the other girls at the party would be doing with each other – in very graphic terms. When she found out that I was a hooker, she was shocked but then she told me she had a fantasy about being a lesbian hooker fucking lots of women. She also knew more dirty jokes than any other woman I have ever met.
I had met her at a party I went to with Sue before John and I were married – I think it was the same one that I met Sandra. Savita had taken my phone number and called me up to catch up. When we met, she was so very polite and quiet that I wondered why she had wanted to meet me. Not being the most tactful of people I actually asked her did she really want to meet me – or was it a mistake – she seemed so uncomfortable.
Savita said it was no mistake – she thought I was so cute when she met me and she hadn’t changed her mind. She said she was shy to say what she thought – she apologised if she seemed cool but she wasn’t used to inviting a girl out.
I laughed and told her that she didn’t need to be shy of me – maybe she should be disgusted by me instead – and I told her quite bluntly that I worked as a hooker. I still remember how her eyes opened wide and she said “Wow! What a sexy girl you are! But I guess you are more into men – or is it only work?” I explained that I was bi and very into women.
She said the idea of touching a man was a real turn-off to her but she was most often attracted to straight girls. Once she heard that I was a hooker, she opened up to me. Happily she didn’t seem either censorious or repelled – she said she was excited by having such a sexy friend and she told me about her lesbian whore fantasy.
Then she moved her head close to mine and whispered “tell me, Grace, have you ever tasted Indian pussy ?” I admitted that I had not and she said “It can be very sweet you know – you should try some!” “Any suggestions of where I can get some?” “There’s some very wet pussy right next to you and ready for a cute Chinese girl to taste it.”
“And am I cute enough?”
“Absolutely.”
We caught a cab back to my flat and had the hottest sex - we were all over each other as soon as we walked in the door, and were immediately busy kissing, cuddling and exploring each other’s bodies– I looked back at my diary and I commented that I was amazed just how wet she was even before I started licking her. Very sexy obscenities rolled out of her mouth non-stop as I played with her. She fingered my pussy so expertly – she was one of the best I have ever had at using her fingers.
Savita is slim but she has beautiful boobs – much bigger than mine and the loveliest nipples that were so hard when I sucked on them. I loved touching and caressing her breasts and she was so gentle but skilful when she played with my breasts that she could almost bring me to a climax just through breast play.
That first time we spent about five hours exploring each others bodies, kissing cuddling and bringing each other to climax.
What I remember most of all was at one point when we were both sated, she and I sat facing each other – me in the sofa and her in my armchair, both completely naked. She sat legs spread wide open so that I could see her pussy still glistening with her love juices and my saliva. It was late afternoon - almost evening- and reasonably warm. I had not turned on the lights so it was getting a bit dim. She was talking to me about how seldom she got to be with a girl and talked about sex and love. She was so beautiful and desirable and so seductively posed as she spoke so sexily about pussy licking that even after all the fucking, I was still getting hot.
Finally I couldn’t help myself I got off the couch and knelt before her and put my head between her legs and let my tongue explore her pussy once again, licking and slurping her wet pussy. It wasn’t long until she was at my pussy again, her fingers probing me until she was finger-fucking me even as I still licked her clit. It was a slow-developing but truly sexual fuck that finished with us both cumming as we finger-fucked each other and after that we lay in each others arms kissing and holding each other for a long time.
After that time I saw Savita quite regularly and always our lovemaking was torrid. She introduced me to another gay Indian girl called Meera with whom we had a threesome as well as my meeting her a few times on her own. Meera was almost as hot a fuck as Savita although always a bit restrained with Savita. I asked why Savita and Meera were not closer but apparently they were from different parts of India and there were family obstacles against their friendship. Also it seems they were not very attracted to each other, although both of them are sexy and beautiful.
After John and I were living together and I was pregnant, Savita and I drifted apart. But seeing her again, we immediately clicked again - it was as if the separation of five years since we last met did not exist. She came home with me and we made passionate love.
She is still living with her parents but said it is getting more and more oppressive. Her mother is obstinately refusing to discuss her daughter’s sexuality and treats her as if she is unlucky not to find the right man. Strangely, her father has come to terms with having a gay daughter and privately told her that he wasn’t delighted to have “lez daughter” but after talking with his friends, he figured there wasn’t anything to do about it unless he disowned her – and he wasn’t going to do that.
Savita asked me to come to her place – she said she wanted to introduce me to her mother as her lover – forcing her mother to face the fact that her daughter was a lesbian. The thought of this was pretty scary to me and I tried to back out reminding her I was not really her girlfriend, just a casual fuck. Savita then got very upset and said “Is that all I am to you? A casual fuck? I thought you liked me! Sorry, you’re so special to me and I’m just another piece of pussy to you. Fuck you – I need friends and lovers not casual fucks.”
She was very upset and I genuinely like her even if she is not my closest lover. I said to her honestly what I thought emphasising she was not a casual fuck but I had an important man in my life already and another woman who was the third part of my life. I said I thought I had told her this and she conceded I had but said that I was the closest person in her life and she was hoping I would help her at this stage on her life to break past this point with her mother – she couldn’t do it alone and also she had a fantasy of fucking a girl in her own room and I was her fantasy girl.
There was a pleading look as she asked me “Do you like me at all? Please do this for me?” I am too weak and finally I gave in.
Her home is a small suburban 3 or 4 bedroom house. Her brother has moved out and she lives there with her mother and father. Savita had told her parents she was bringing a friend for dinner. When we walked in, she took me in her arms and held me close, introducing me to her mother as my girlfriend and lover, Grace. Her mother pretended that I was just a friend and said “always nice to meet a friend of Savita’s.”
Savita said “Mum, she’s not just a friend, get it – Grace is my lover. She’s my lesbian girlfriend– I fuck with her. You can’t avoid it – I am gay, mum -I like Grace not just as friend but I love to hold her, kiss her and explore her body and she explores mine”
There was complete silence and I could think of a 100 places I would rather be – in fact I couldn’t think of anywhere I wanted to be less at that moment. Her father was watching – very nervously – from the corner of the room.
Savita’s mother broke the silence by clearing away the two places that she had laid for me and Savita, saying “well I won’t need these and putting two plates back into the cupboard and saying very loudly to Savita’s father “Well, husband, it is time for you and I to eat.”
Savita seemed glued to the spot but I took her hand and moved her towards to the door. At this point, she sprang back to life and said “Now, Grace, I want to show you my room. I have a fantasy to fill. I need to fuck you.” I hadn’t thought anything could make me more uncomfortable but this statement did – the idea of fucking in the house of a very angry mother was a little beyond my own comfort zone but Savita was also clearly deeply angry and I followed the line of least resistance – all the years of repression were exploding out in an act of total defiance.
I let myself be lead and as we moved into her bedroom, Savita grabbed me and pulled my clothes off, stripping her self down too– before pushing me on to the bed, she started on my pussy like a woman possessed. It was sheer lust coupled with anger and I was both excited and a bit frightened.
She said to me, “Lick me, bitch – and make it noisy so that my mum can hear our fucking. Lick my pussy hard and shove your whore fingers into me – use me like I’m going to use your whore body.”
But we got no further. Savita’s mother broke into the room and pulled us apart – turning to me, she slapped me across the face quite hard and said “Get out of my house, slut – maybe you are used to corrupting women but not in my house.”
Then, she slapped Savita on the face and started saying a torrent of words but they were all in her language and I couldn’t understand. Savita didn’t take long to respond and the volume was getting louder as the two shouted at each other.
At this point, cowardice won out and I put back on my clothes and slipped out of the room and was about to sneak out the door when Savita’s father said “Just a minute, please”, He was visibly upset and I thought that he was probably going to shout at me or something. I was looking for an escape route if he got too angry.
However he had spoken very politely and I felt I should be polite back. So I replied “Yes, sir” and tried to look deferential in the way I spoke to him. I think he was surprised that I was not rude or swearing but he started to speak:
“I do not understand this world – it wasn’t like this where my wife and I come from – I am confused – a woman marrying a woman – what is this? But I have spoken to my daughter – she has told me she loves you. She has told me she wants you as her partner. So I guess I must respect you as her husband. I do not want to lose my daughter. I have seen her grow from a baby and always I have loved her. I know she is sad and I saw she did not want a man and so I told my wife to stop finding a husband. But still she was sad and she said she was bringing home a girl – I knew this was not just a friend but my wife said ‘no, it can only be a friend’. Then my daughter tells us she wants to lie with you as if you are a man. I am shocked but know she will do it. And I do not want to lose my daughter. I want her happy. But it is not easy.”
He stopped and I looked at him. I could not help again reflecting on the cultures shock he was facing and realising that he really did love his daughter so much to be saying these things and so I said “Thank you, sir. It is hard, sir. You are so good to care for your daughter. Many just say I will not accept and hurt their daughter. I respect you deeply.”
He replied “maybe, but I must apologise – the husband of my daughter should be treated with respect. I must apologise to you and promise that next time you visit my daughter, you will be received as her husband should be.” I did a double-take with the word “husband” but bit my tongue and said “Thank you, sir.”
The screams from the other room were getting louder and he said “Could you please excuse me. I think I may need to settle things a bit.” I gladly agreed and let him go to calm things while I escaped.
I told John about the events and expected him to laugh when I mentioned how I was Savita’s husband but although he teased a bit, he also said to me:
“Grace, you really do get messed up in things, don’t you. This man is trying to settle a difficult clash between his culture and his family – be careful – he sounds as if he has his own agenda. Do you want to be Savita’s husband? Be very careful or someone is going to get hurt.”
I thought of these words when Savita rang me the next day and apologised. She said that things had calmed down afterwards and her mother had finally given way under the pressure of her father and her and Savita said that next time I came, I would be welcomed to the house.
I was very dubious about this “next time” but Savita pleaded with me. I reminded Savita that I was already in a relationship and she said “I know” but, after John’s words, I was more alert and I felt she had skimmed over what I was saying, focussing on her own concerns. When I remarked about being called her “husband”, she laughed and said “Dad is so sweet – he wants me happy. And, gee it would be good being your wife! Would it be too awful being my husband, eh?” I tried to explain my feelings without offending but turned out so wishy-washy that I think Savita could ignore my concerns. I must be more firm but Savita is very attractive and I do feel a bit like butter in her hands.
The failed dinner was before I went away and so I have avoided things up to now but now Savita has set a date (next Tuesday) for my visit and I am actually pretty nervous about the whole thing. She says I will be welcomed as I should be this time. Now, what the fuck does that mean?
Friday, October 16, 2009
Back Home
Well my trip is over. So busy travelling and my poor little daughter is exhausted. John is not much better since he had to head back to work immediately on return. At least my daughter and I have been catching up on lost sleep. I will restart work this weekend.
I think the trip was a bit ambitious – Beijing, Tokyo and Shanghai in three weeks. With a five year old, this is too much and she was struggling with it. She loved Disneyland and talks all the time of the Tigger room in the Pooh Hunny Hunt where suddenly the car started bounced. She is also enjoying the Barbie DVDs which we picked up in Shanghai.
She has almost forgotten the Great Wall, Tiananmen Square, the Forbidden City, Mt Fuji and Hakone which were probably the highlights of the trip for me and John. The only trouble was that we felt she was being dragged along and worn out.
It was also not as close a time for me and John as I had hoped since we spent so much of the time calming her. She slept many nights in our bed. We only managed four fucks over the whole time and one of those was in the bathroom in Tokyo where John grabbed me when I was showering and pushed me against the wall and fucked me hard as the water poured all over us. I was worried about making too much noise and waking our daughter but it was a great fuck all the same – one of those special ones and I get wet thinking about it.
Overall a fascinating holiday but maybe we should have waited until our daughter was a bit older. Next time we might try something simpler like New Zealand.
I think the trip was a bit ambitious – Beijing, Tokyo and Shanghai in three weeks. With a five year old, this is too much and she was struggling with it. She loved Disneyland and talks all the time of the Tigger room in the Pooh Hunny Hunt where suddenly the car started bounced. She is also enjoying the Barbie DVDs which we picked up in Shanghai.
She has almost forgotten the Great Wall, Tiananmen Square, the Forbidden City, Mt Fuji and Hakone which were probably the highlights of the trip for me and John. The only trouble was that we felt she was being dragged along and worn out.
It was also not as close a time for me and John as I had hoped since we spent so much of the time calming her. She slept many nights in our bed. We only managed four fucks over the whole time and one of those was in the bathroom in Tokyo where John grabbed me when I was showering and pushed me against the wall and fucked me hard as the water poured all over us. I was worried about making too much noise and waking our daughter but it was a great fuck all the same – one of those special ones and I get wet thinking about it.
Overall a fascinating holiday but maybe we should have waited until our daughter was a bit older. Next time we might try something simpler like New Zealand.
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