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I'd been looking for the right girl for a long time but when she finally appeared she was not what I'd expected at all. Her name was Sunny and she came from India. She was a neighbour of Alexander's and I'd spotted her in the elevator a few times. I knew she was married and her husband was some IT hotshot. She also had a kid around three years old. Anyway, we got to talking standing at the kerb one day and I told her how I was fascinated with India, and how I'd always wanted to go there and how beautiful Indian women were. She had that sing-song Indian accent and a command of the language that was shaky at times, but I found the whole package enchanting.
"How long does it take to wrap on one of them saris" I asked her the next time we met in a local store.
"It is not taking long once you are having the experience," she replied.
"They look hellish complicated."
"No, no, it is a most simple garment. There is only the underskirt, the blouse which is leaving the midriff bare and then the long piece of material which is wrapped around the body and then thrown over the shoulder. Totally very easy. You wish to try I will dress you in the sari and we will take the photograph for the delight of your husband, Mr Alexander."
"Wow!" I exclaimed, "Could we really do that Me in a sari, it would drive Mr Alexander nuts!"
"You will come to my house, tomorrow, and I will dress you in the sari."
"Seven pm would be most suitable. I will have Mr Prasad look after little Ranjit and we will have the girly time."
She had that exquisite and delicate bone structure which many women from the sub-continent could boast and she literally swayed in the most lithe and sensuous way when she moved. Despite that I didn't think of her as a potential partner at that point because she was married, and to a man as well. Did they even have lesbians in India She seemed to be strictly off-limits for a sex-mad American girl, but girly time sounded good.
When I appeared she showed her eastern hospitality to the full. She had tray upon tray of spicy nibbles, all home-made, and wine too which I thought she wouldn't drink, but it turned out she was a Hindu rather than a Muslim and they were permitted alcohol. But she only sipped at her glass and I got the feeling she was only drinking it out of politeness. The food was wonderful though and much appreciated as I was starving. Once I'd had my fill, while playing with her little boy, she summoned her husband, Mr Prasad, and informed him that we were going through to the bedroom and we were not to be disturbed as what we were about to do was not for masculine eyes. For anybody with a dirty mind (like me!) it sounded highly promising, but I think Mr Prasad knew we were only going to play dress-up.
Once in her bedroom she threw open her wardrobe to display a huge array of dazzling chiffons, cottons, silks and muslins. Sequins flashed and metallic threads threatened to blind me.
"Which would you like to be wearing" she asked.
It was an impossible choice because they were all just so utterly, stunningly, gorgeous. "You choose."
She cocked her head to one side as she considered the options. "Your skin it is pale and will not take a strong colour, but if we are to go too weak you will look washed out. So, I am thinking a purple, but not too strong. What about this"
She pulled a sari from the wardrobe and laid it out on the bed. It was jaw-droppingly beautiful. Thin silver threads shimmered through the material, creating the illusion that it was somehow liquid.
"Wow," I said, for once stumped for words.
"Good, I am glad you are liking. Remove the outer clothing please."
She said it with the cold authority of a nurse and I followed her instructions obediently, shrugging off my blouse and pulling down my cargo pants.
As I stood there in my bra and panties I saw her eyes, black with kohl, run over me analytically. "You have the very beautiful underwear," she said. "I do not wear such alluring garments under my clothes. They seem inappropriate for a married woman."
I wasn't wearing anything extra risqué, just my usual half-cup bra and thong, but suddenly felt like a burlesque queen. "Naughty undies keep a marriage alive," I ventured.
"If Mr Prasad was to see me in panties such as these he would think I had gone mad. He is not the very sexyness man."
I coughed, unwilling to engage in a discussion about her marital situation and she seemed to get the message. "Now, we dress you in the sari and make you look more beautiful than you already are," she said, sweeping the sari up and holding the material against me. "You see, it makes your skin look rosier, like the flower."
"Oh, make me bloom," I encouraged.
I pulled on the underskirt and the bodice and Sunny showed me how the pleats and folds of the long length of material were arranged around my torso. As she helped me her hands brushed against my skin. They were warm and I wondered if her touch actually did linger just a little longer than absolutely necessary. Once I was dressed she pulled out a digital camera and took several still photographs of me in my finery. "You are the beautiful woman, very sexy, very beautiful."
I'd though that just donning the eastern garment would make me move like her but there was more to it than that. I felt clumsy and uncoordinated and Sunny took my hands and taught me how to walk without falling on my face.
"There is no rush, take your time, be a lady."
That was it, it was part of the whole deal, part of the Hindu world-view, a calm acceptance of fate, unhurried, unfazed, and suddenly I was walking like a princess. It was positively magical.
As she undressed me Sunny came close and her breasts brushed mine. It was only the most fleeting of contacts but there was no doubt that it had happened and that she had done it deliberately. To add to her advance she kissed me with her hot lips on my cheek.
"Thank you, Amy, you have been very nice."
"Me What have I done"
"We do not have a lot of friends here and a girl needs her sisters."
I didn't understand precisely what she meant but it was obvious that she needed something so I was happy that the thought popped into my head. I had to repay her somehow.
"Sexy underwear," I said, "How would you like to try some on I have loads."
She shook her head. "No, no, that is not correct."
"Of course it is. You have honoured me by allowing me to wear your clothes, to experience eastern culture, and so it is only right that I reciprocate and allow you to see what we of the west wear."
"You are meaning this"
"Absolutely, you will come to my apartment tomorrow and we shall see what you look like in a Basque and stockings."
"The little panties too"
"Almost invisible," I promised.
Her big eyes flashed in anticipation. "If you are sure."
"Totally. Same as today, seven pm."
She clapped her hands with delight. "Yes. Yes. And I shall print the photographs of you in the sari and we will show Mr Alexander."
Mr Alexander didn't know why I was so horny in bed that night, and I didn't tell him. There were some things men didn't need to know about, all they needed to do was enjoy it.
The following day Alexander was working late in his study so I didn't disturb him, save to tell him that neighbour Sunny was in to try on some of my clothes. It was the kind of information that men accepted with a shrug, which suited me.
He didn't even show a great interest in the photographs of me in a sari, only commenting that I looked nice.
I couldn't match Sunny with my cooking skills but I wasn't lacking in hospitality and plied her with bought-in snacks and the essential white wine. I knew I couldn't play with her unless Alexander was allowed to join in and I was fairly sure she'd throw her hands up in horror if I suggested either course of action. But her touching me the day before had not been an accident and I knew she had some burning desires within her. If I could get one hot steamy kiss from her I would be happy and wouldn't consider it as cheating on Alexander. He, in fact, would get the benefit from my extra arousal in bed.
As we sat in the lounge, sipping wine and nibbling Spanish tapas I was sitting opposite her. I was wearing a knee length skirt and very slowly, so she would know I was playing, I spread my thighs and let her see the gusset of my panties.
"What do you think of these, Sunny"
"You have very attractive legs, Amy," she replied, displaying an unexpected sense of humour.
"Silly, you know that's not what I mean. What do you think of my thong It's my favourite."
She crinkled her nose. "What is making it your favourite"
"Well, it's pretty .. and comfortable .."
"And it is showing half of your vagina."
I looked down to check. "No it's not, I'm perfectly decent."
"But if you were to move to one side the material might slip and the lips of your vagina would be exposed for all to see."
"Would you like that to happen"
"You are being very naughty now," she said sternly, but with a smile playing on her lips.
"You started it."
She sipped her wine delicately. "You are shaving the lips of the vagina Mr Prasad is not permitting me to do this, so I am very hairy down below."
The thought of her brown, hairy, snatch made me moisten. I wanted to see it, smell it, touch it, taste it.
I stood up, mostly to break my Prasad of thought. If I'd proceeded with it I might just have leapt on her. "Ready to try on some stuff" I asked.
She stood up hesitantly. "We will have privacy Mr Alexander will not see me"
"No, Alexander's in his study working and I've told him we're doing dress-up so the bedroom's off-limits for the evening."
"Good. Please to lead me and show me your undiewear."
When I did she was quite astonished at the number and variety of things I had to wear next to my skin. For herself, she explained she had around half a dozen full-cup bras, all in white and around twice that number pairs of panties, all full-cut, though she'd allowed herself to go a bit wild there and had ventured into a few pastel shades.
"Doesn't Mr Prasad like to see you in hot stuff" I asked.
"He does not have much of the sexyness in him, my husband," she said sadly. "We are having the arranged marriage, you see, and I am not knowing what type of chap he will be until we are already married." "Bummer," I agreed.
She stripped out of her sari without being asked and her body was stunning. She was around the same height as me but thinner. To balance that she had bigger tits and bigger hips which obviously helped give her that delightful sashay when she walked. Her skin was a light chocolate brown in colour that cried out to be licked and the only thing that destroyed my erotic fantasy was the old-fashioned underwear she wore.
"Get those off," I ordered.
She shyly unhooked her bra and threw it aside. Then she sat on the bed and peeled her light blue panties down her long brown legs. Her muff, when I finally saw it, was a surprise. I'd expected the usual mass of curls, but Sunny looked to have the smoothest, straightest pubic hair I'd ever seen. Not only that, it gleamed like satin and made my mouth water.
"You like it" she asked.
I nodded, licked my lips, unsure if she was aware of the effect she was having on me.
"Do you want to be my sister, touch me, comfort me"
"Your sister" I said hesitantly.
She held our her hand to me and I took it, joining her to sit on the bed. "We Indian women, with our arranged marriages are often getting the unsatisfactory husband," she explained. "so we turn to our sisters, our female friends, for comfort, for pleasure"
"Ohmigod!" I blurted out, "You're a bisexual."
She looked puzzled. "No. I am not the bicycle."
"A bisexual is someone who is prepared to have sex with their own gender as well as the opposite sex."
"Ah," she said, as the realisation dawned. "Yes, but it is of necessity as the husband is not giving the satisfaction."
Yes, that made perfect sense, I'd heard lots of stories about women who'd turned to other women when they weren't happy with their men. Sunny took my hand and laid it on her pubic bush. I was desperate to stroke it but resisted.
"I'm sorry, I can't."
"You are not finding me attractive"
"Sunny, you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever met, and I'm no stranger to loving girls, but I just can't."
She stroked my face with her long brown fingers.
"Please to explain to me."
"Ah, he forbids you love the girl."
"No, not that. Just, we have an arrangement, if we take lovers we must be prepared to share them."
She stared at me with her deep, brown, eyes. "So, to have the loving of you I must take the cock of Mr Alexander."
I nodded, unable to explain it in any simpler terms.
"This is difficult for me. I have no wish to betray my husband with another man."
"I can understand that," I said, taking her hand and stroking it. "I wouldn't cheat on Alexander if he didn't give me permission."
"It is a good arrangement, but not one Mr Prasad would accept. He is very old-fashioned."
I nodded understandingly. "Honestly, Sunny, I'm tempted, but I can't."
"I understand," she said sadly and reached down to lift her panties from the floor. "There is no further need for this playing then."
"We can still be friends," I offered weakly.
"Of course, but you would not be my sister."
She seemed so sad, so forlorn, that my heart wept. Here she was, truly a stranger in a strange land, with no friends or family, no support structure around her, with an uncaring husband that seemingly didn't care about her happiness. She'd reached out to me and I'd rejected her. I felt like shit.
"Wait!" I said.
"Wait here for a minute. Let me speak to Alexander."
I left her dressing and went through to Alexander's study. He listened quietly as I explained the situation to him. I didn't know what I wanted from him, not precisely, but it would have gone along the lines of giving me permission to make it with Sunny without him. To my utter horror he shook his head. "No, we have an arrangement."
"Alexander!" I screamed, "I remember you saying to me that you'd let me stray if I got the itch for pussy."
"That was before Jack, now you owe me one."
I had no idea he could be so shallow. I explained it again, emphasising Sunny's sad situation and as I did so I saw the corners of his mouth twitching. The bastard was pulling my chain! "Alexander! I hate you! I'll kill you!"
"What do you want That I'm going to stand in the way of you being happy You're crazy."
"You're still a bastard. Now you've landed me with a guilt trip."
"So, talk her into letting me fuck her and we're even."
It was my turn to shake my head. "She won't do it. She wants to stay faithful to her husband."
"Don't I even get a chance to try and talk her into it"
"I think you'd be wasting your time."
"Let me try. You get pussy either way."
Unconvinced I led him back through to the bedroom where Sunny was sitting demurely on the bed, fully dressed and with her hands folded in her lap. She seemed surprised to see Alexander.
"Mr Alexander," she said, jumping up.
Alexander indicated that she should sit again and sat next to her while I sat on the other side of her.
"So, what's this all about then" he asked.
"It is a private women's matter," she said, castigating me with her eyes, "and not to be discussed with men."
"I understand," Alexander said, "and this must be difficult for you, but you must understand our situation. We do not take lovers individually, we only share them."
"I appreciate your arrangement, Mr Alexander, and it is most laudable, but I cannot have the sex fun with another man and therefore it is best if I leave.
"Wait," Alexander said, putting his hand on her knee which made her recoil. "I'm prepared to allow you to have a relationship with Amy, but it's only fair that I get something out of the deal, so I'd like to be present and participate, but I will not fuck you if don't want me to."
I'll say one thing for my man, he was slick, but Sunny shook her head. "No, you will become aroused and then you will attempt to do the fucking and I cannot have another man's child."
"There's always contraception," I volunteered, though I was no fan of condoms.
"I do not trust these things. I am not on the pill and if the Alexander put his cock into me I would have his child."
"I will not put my cock into you," Alexander said.
"No, it is not possible. You are a man, you are weak."
"If Alexander says he won't fuck you, he won't fuck you. If he gets horny, I'll be there to take care of him."
A strange smile played over Sunny's lips. "So, I am to give him the horniness, but you are to get the benefit of his fucking. This seems very unfair."
I couldn't work out whether she wanted Alexander to fuck her or not, or whether she was just teasing out of sheer devilry. At any rate the chill had gone out of her manner so I wrapped my hands round her head, pulled her towards me and kissed her full on the mouth. She struggled for the briefest instant, before opening her mouth and allowing my tongue to explore inside. Her hands came round me and encircled my waist. We fell down to lie on the bed and I felt more than saw Alexander get up and walk away. As I twisted beside my Indian lady I saw him observing us keenly from a chair at the side of the bed. I stroked Sunny's naked belly with the palm of my hand which made her purr and nibble with sharp teeth at my ear lobes. She also put her hands on my ass and dug her fingers between my buns through my pants. I, meanwhile, slipped my hands up from her belly and under her bodice. Her bra was thick and sturdily built, but I could still enjoy massaging her full breasts through it.
"Let's get naked, honey," I whispered.
Now that we'd sorted out the ground rules she was eagerness itself and fairly unrolled herself out of her sari while I peeled off my top and kicked off my pants. As I went to remove my underwear she stopped me. "Leave it, it is sexy," she said, while getting herself completely down to the buff. That silky muff was where I wanted to be but first her perfect tits demanded to be sucked. As I nibbled on one of her rigid nipples I let my hand run down her belly to her mound and finally ran my fingers through her soft lower tresses. They were unlike any pubic hair I'd ever encountered, being soft and smooth, like a pelt between her legs rather than the rowdy and rough bush most women had.
One of her hands was inside my panties and seemed to be enjoying the smoothness of my pubic mound.
"Oh, oh," she sighed, between bouts of kissing me and sucking my tongue. I licked her beautiful chocolatey skin and she not only looked exotic, she tasted that way, with a tangy, spicy flavour that might have been attributed to her diet but was arousing nonetheless.
Looking over her I could see Alexander, gently stroking his groin, encouraging a visible bulge. I put my hands on her meaty ass and squeezed her buns. She had a thin layer of flesh on these mounds but beneath them was solid muscle. Muscle that defied my energetic kneading of her butt, that fought back against my mauling. I dug my fingernails into her ass to tame her and her only response was to bite my neck the harder. I pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and saw Alexander's eyes glaze.
"That's amazing," he breathed, "Her light brown skin, your white hands, her dark brown ass hole."
I wished I could see it but Sunny was wrapping her thighs round one of mine and grinding her crotch into me.
I saw Alexander lean towards us but wasn't prepared for what happened next. He lunged forward and buried his face in Sunny's ass. If it came as a shock to me it was just as much of a surprise to Sunny and she jumped up and away from me.
"No! That is not the permit!"
"Only the tongue, Sunny," Alexander pleaded, "Your ass is so beautiful and I had to taste it."
Surprisingly she smiled. "Very well. No man has ever told me my bottom is beautiful and none has used the tongue on me. You may lick the hole of my ass." She lay face down and spread her cheeks with her hands by way of invitation. This time I wasn't missing out on seeing her black hole and joined Alexander between her legs. We jostled to see who would get first attempt at rimming her and Alexander elbowed me aside to enjoy the feast. I, dutifully, scooted down the bed, unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock and popped it onto my mouth. From the top of the bed I heard Sunny moaning loudly as Alexander fucked her ass with his tongue.
"Oh, it is the most beautiful, the most lovely. Deeper in the hole of my ass please, Alexander."
Thankfully she'd stopped calling him Mr Alexander, which I don't think I could have handled in this situation, especially as laughing is difficult with a mouthful of cock. It was thick with arousal in my mouth and if Sunny persisted in refusing it I would be getting it. I wouldn't be averse to that, especially if Sunny gave me a good licking first. To hell with Alexander, I decided. I pushed his cock out of my mouth and raced up the top of the bed where I peeled off my panties and spread my legs round Sunny's face.
"Ah, the sweet pussy of Amy, welcome, welcome, enjoy the tongue of Sunny."
She certainly knew what she was doing with cunnilingus, as her experienced mouth clamped onto my hole and sucked my juice from me before beginning that slow dance around my pussy lips I loved so much. When she'd finished lapping at it she turned her attention to my clit, and even there her knowledge was evident as she tickled the tip of my clit with the tip of her tongue and all with the utmost delicacy as if she was tickling a butterfly.
I knew from personal experience that Alexander's tongue-fucking of your ass could be very stimulating so I wasn't surprised when Sunny's attentions to my snatch became more urgent. It could only be in response to an impending orgasm orchestrated by my man's talented tongue and that excited me tremendously and made me determined to come at the same time as my eastern lover. Consequently, instead of letting her run the show I mashed my cunt against her face desperately, throwing delicacy to the winds. I was just in time as she started shaking like a leaf, tremors running up and down her body and I joined her, though more vocally and much less decorously.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Sweet pussy hole .. you bad girl! Uh, uh, lick me Sunny, lick Amy's pussy hard now! Stick your tongue in it! Stick your tongue in my pussy as far as Alexander's sticking his tongue up your ass! Yes, yes, dear God, yes, that's it, baby, that's it!"
But my Asian lover was dead to the world, the intensity of the anal orgasm Alexander had given her having driven her into the land of unconsciousness.
Alexander lifted his face from between her brown ass cheeks. It was smeared with his spit and a look of wild urgency was on his face. He moved up over Sunny's body, his huge cock waving dangerously before him. As it approached her ass I shook my head at him. "No, Alexander, you can't do that."
It was as if he didn't hear me. He spread the cheeks of her beautiful ass and pointed the head at her narrow entrance.
"No!" I screeched, bounding forward and grabbing his big tool. He looked down at this sudden interruption and this seemed to snap him back to sanity. Grateful that I'd saved Sunny from being sodomised I wrapped my mouth round his engorged member and encouraged him to fuck my mouth by fondling his balls. I was squatting on Sunny's back which couldn't have been comfortable for her, so as she stirred I sat up on my haunches to allow her to wriggle out from under me. She joined me at Alexander's groin.
"Mr Alexander has the most impressive fucking parts, much larger than Mr Prasad's. You will allow me to suck" she asked.
"If you want," I answered.
"I must give Mr Alexander something in return for the wonderful pleasuring he has given me. Never before have I enjoyed so much the tongue in my bottom, not even with a lady lover, he is a master."
I happily passed over cock-sucking duties to my new friend. She pulled her long black hair away from her face and wrapped her red lips around my boy friend's cock. As she sucked she looked at me with those big brown eyes, seemingly smiling in gratitude.
I watched for a little while but eventually could not resist joining in by licking his shaft and balls. This twin action soon had him up to the boil again and he placed one hand on each of our heads as he rammed his cock in and out of Sunny's mouth. She looked at him through upturned eyes, a perfect vision of submissive eastern beauty and Alexander groaned loudly and shot great spurts of jizz into her mouth. She was obviously unhappy with it, but had nowhere to spit it out, so I clamped my mouth to hers and took my man's seed into my own mouth and greedily swallowed it down.
"That was most agreeable," Sunny said, "and I thank you both very much. I did not think it was possible for a man to be involved with the ladies without the fucking, but you have proved to me that you have a strong will."
I didn't tell her that she'd come that close to getting his cock up her ass, but then again maybe she wouldn't have worried too much, as she wasn't liable to get pregnant that way. In any case I'd now been properly adopted as her sister and looked forward to much more eastern delight.
- This is an adapted extract from the book The Bisexuals by Sally Hollister, available from Amazon by clicking here.
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