"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.