Surinder Sahni did not know whether

to be baffled or proud. He had just

returned to London and was now
trudging wearily up the stairs to his
and Anushka's apartment after a
brief stopover at the office. Robert
Stevens seemed a very happy man
these days. The fact that the
company was doing well may have
been one of the reasons, but his boss
had never been one to remember
the Indian festival of Diwali. Surinder
had been met by a smiling Robert on
the way out of the office and given a
'festival bonus' cheque as well as a
package that was supposed to
contain a saree for his wife as a
token of Robert's affection towards
them. The man actually seemed
apologetic about not being able to
give them a decent leave to return to
India for the festival.

He rang the doorbell. It took only a

minute before his wife opened it and
gave him a small smile. She had her
hair open, and the faint flowery
scent emanating from it told him
that she must have oiled it recently.
Her light blue nightgown clung to her
and Surinder let his eyes travel down
her soft curves.

"Hello ji, I'm sorry I'm late" he said

as he brushed past her, tapping her
shoulder, "This is for you, Mr.
Stevens asked me to pass it on. A
Diwali gift, apparently"

Anushka stiffened, quickly taking the

package from him. The package was
soft and felt like fabric. She hoped
Robert had not sent anything
provocative to make her husband
suspicious. The moment the thought
crossed her head she chided herself.
It's not like you're having an affair.
Images of Robert's naked body
towering over her assaulted her
brain. It had been her hands stroking
his manhood, willingly. She had even
given him oral sex, had her body
covered in another man's seed. And
she had wanted it all. She knew
trying to lie to herself was no good.
They were in too deep now.

She looked at Surinder collapsed on

the chair and felt a rush of guilt. It
was not his fault. He was looking
after her as dictated by his
upbringing, and doing it to the best
of his capacity. It was all her, she
was the one who was not sated by
what he offered. She needed
something more, and had finally
found it. Just not in her husband, not
even an Indian. She was attracted, in
a very sexual manner to a very well
endowed African American. There
was no reasoning this out; no one
would understand what she saw in
him. The quiet power, the physical
prowess, the way he touched her
possessively. "My cumslut" the words
echoed in her head, and she felt
aroused rather than revolted. This
was a very bad situation.

No, I must try. For this poor man's

sake I have to try, one last time, to
be a good wife. I owe him that much.

"Shall I make some tea?"

"Yes please. That would be refreshing

Anushka ji" his tired voice replied.

"Uh, Surinder ji..? She asked meekly

"Yes?"

"It is Ok if you call me Anushka... I

am much younger to you, the honour
is not deserved"
As soon as the words left her mouth
she wondered why she had not just
suggested he call her Anu.

"Uh, as you wish.... Anushka" he

seemed confused.

Later, as they sat and watched

television, sipping their tea in
silence, she ventured a question.

"How long will you be staying ji?"

He responded without looking at her.

"I'm leaving In two days time. I'm on
the verge of brokering what could be
a very successful partnership"

"Oh, I was hoping perhaps we could

spend some time together. See more
of the city perhaps, it gets lonely
here"
He looked at her then, "I am truly
sorry, but for a while I must focus on
my work. There will be time to relax
later"

Surinnder felt a twinge of regret as

she sighed and went back to her tea.
He was no good at handling these
situations. He knew it was unfair, but
it was necessary, work had to come
first for now. He looked at her for a
moment, but could not think of
anything to say, so he turned his
attention back to the television to
ease the awkwardness.

Anushka realized there was no point

in trying to converse further. Taking
the package on the table, she slowly
walked back to their bedroom. After
closing the door to shut out the noise
coming from the living room, she sat
down on the bed and set about
opening the package.
The sari was the most beautiful one
she had ever seen, and obviously
much more expensive than any she
owned. It was midnight black, with
gold embroidery weaving an elegant
pattern along the sides. The blouse
was in the same material, with gold
accents as well. It was a sleeveless
design, yet not vulgar in any way.
She thanked her lucky stars Robert
had chosen sensibly.

As she opened it up, admiring its

beauty, something fell out from
between the folds on to the bed. She
looked down to find a small note,
what looked like a picture with its
back facing her, a very small
wrapped box and a blacked out vial.
Her heartbeat started speeding up,
and after checking that Surinder was
still engaged, she quickly opened the
note and read it:
Hello dear

I hope you find the sari as beautiful

as I did. But that's just for your
husband's benefit. You've probably
noticed the other things I'd sent for
you by now; little souvenirs for you
to keep our memories from the other
night fresh. Now I want you to know
why I sent you all these things and
how to best use them. Needless to
say, none of these are for Suri's
eyes. It's our dirty little secret.

In case you haven't already seen the

picture, let's just say it's something
of mine that you shall have plenty of
access to in the future.

The vial contains some of my semen,

generated by lustful thoughts of you
obviously. I have a surprising amount
of free time sometimes and you do
tend to pop into my head. Mostly
naked, with your beautiful hair loose
and those succulent lips wrapped
around me like the other night. It
seemed you rather enjoyed a taste
of me. Haven't seen many women
look so comfortable after their first
blowjob. You continue to impress my
dear. Next time you're thirsty, I think
you know what to do. And I
recommend doing it quick, even my
cum doesn't stay fresh forever!

Coming back to your body, I think

keeping it covered up in your normal
clothes is criminal. Those curves are
meant to be flaunted babe. And
while you haven't been able to do
that thanks to a certain, forgive me
but it's true, loser, I appreciate fine
art. The box contains something I
think will be great with the sari.

Last but not least, I have a dinner

plan made for us at my penthouse
day after tomorrow night. Since Suri
won't be around, I think it is the
perfect opportunity to break in the
new sari. Just use the service
elevator, no one will bother you.
Can't wait to feel you in my arms
again sweetie. I know you're feeling
guilty right now, so think about our
time together, and live a little.

See you soon,

Robert

Anushka sat there a long moment.

The letter felt...dirty. Almost like
something someone would write to a
stripper or a prostitute. Her hands
trembled as she read it again. Was
that what he saw her as? A small
voice in the back of her head asked
her, did she care what he saw her
as? He was there for her when her
husband was not. They had gotten
intimate in some ways but he also
seemed to want to make her happy.

Tentatively, she reached out for the

box, unwrapping it with some
apprehension. The word's 'Victoria's
Secret' seemed to jump out at her.
The box contained the skimpiest
lingerie she had ever seen. Black in
colour, but so fine it was almost see
through. The bra obviously would not
cover much, and was a size too
small. She wondered whether he had
done that on purpose, having seen
her breasts after all. A thrill passed
through her at the memory of his
hands on her chest, but she
repressed it. The panties were even
more provocative, with lace running
around them and narrowing sharply
at the back. She was sure they would
not cover much.
Her hands trembled a little as she
reached for the picture and turned it
around. Robert's penis stood fully
erect, his foreskin pulled back a little
to expose the large helmet like head.
A few drops of milky cum were
oozing out the tip. She could see
every last detail in the high definition
photograph, every last vein, the
viscousness of his cum. ..

She closed her eyes, thinking about

the promise she made herself earlier.
One more try. For Surinder.

She felt dirty as she touched the vial,

scooping it into her arms with the
rest of Robert's 'presents'. But the
images would not leave her alone.
How his cock had filled her mouth,
how his cum had come gushing
down her throat, how it had formed a
crust on her breasts, how hard her
nipples had been as she washed the
crust off in the shower.

She quickly deposited all the items in

her cupboard in the bathroom she
shared with Surinder. He would not
dream about opening that, with his
distanced obsession about her
privacy, the very thing that had their
marriage on the brink of destruction.
And he was oblivious.

That night, as they lay in bed,

Anushka put an arm on Surinder's
shoulder and rubbed against him
gently, massaging the tension from
his shoulders. He moaned his
satisfaction but did not turn around.

After a few more minutes of work,

ensuring her breasts were pressed
up against him, he seemed to get
the message. With just a look into
her eyes, he proceeded to take off
his pyjamas and climb back into bed,
barely giving her time to lift up her
nightgown and slide down her
panties.

Their lovemaking was tepid at best,

his thrusts barely rocking her, a
mechanical movement with no
feeling behind it. Anushka tried
wrapping her legs around him,
pulling him deeper into her, but the
moment she did it he stopped.

"Anushka, what are you doing?"

"I..was just trying to.."

"Please, let us not risk too much

intensity. I know this is an important
part of marriage but I don't want to
risk children yet"

She almost rolled her eyes in

exasperation. She had been on the
pill ever since their last intimate
moment, but this comment
warranted no reply.

"Yes ji... " She said as meekly as

possible.

It did not take long for Surinder to

spew his seed onto her belly. It took
even less time for him to roll out of
bed, clean up and put his pyjamas
back on.

"Goodnight ... Anushka" he said

before getting back into bed.

She felt like screaming in frustration.

What was wrong with him? Could he
not see her restlessness? Why was
he so hell bent against letting her
orgasm? Did he not find her
attractive enough?

Her loins felt like they were on fire,

she needed to find some release.
Checking to make sure her
husband's breathing had started to
deepen, she slowly got out of bed
and went into the bathroom. The
long mirror above the sink reflected
her. Her hair was only slightly
messed up, her skin was pale but
she looked fine otherwise. Surinder's
lack of attraction, and Robert's lust
for her were polar opposites.

Taking a deep breath, Anushka

untied her hair. The light from the
overhead lamp gave it a slight shine.
She slowly undressed, sliding the
gown off and unclasping her bra, her
panties already discarded at the
bottom of their bed. Standing naked
in front of the mirror, she scrutinized
herself.

Hailing from the North Western part

of India, her skin was already fairer
than most people from her country,
and the London weather had only
added to it, ensuring she did not
stand out much even among the
British. Her hair was long and hung
all the way to the small of her back.
Looking closer she could not find any
noticeable skin blemishes, thanks to
the meticulous care she took in
maintaining her body. Her breasts
were not overly large, but she had
always been satisfied with her 34b
size. Turning slowly, she looked at
her profile. Her breasts sloped out
from her gently, forming two even
curves with a respectable cleavage,
her stomach was still taut. Turning a
little more she noticed her hips had
filled out a little, probably due to lack
of exercise. Rather than looking
skinny, they were now more...
womanly. Her buttocks had also
benefited from the weight gain,
wobbling slightly when she rocked on
tiptoe and craned to see them.
Despite all this, her husband's lack of
enthusiasm was now beginning to
exceed her limit of tolerance. She
thought of how Robert's breath had
hitched when he saw her breasts for
the first time, and the way his cock
had throbbed with longing.

Almost involuntarily, her hand found

its way to her pussy. He vaginal lips
had only a light sprinkling of hair
above them, and her labia were
already moist. She moaned slightly
as she slowly ran a finger along hers
lips, feeling the warmth and the
desire that was now raging in her.
She quickly went to the cupboard
and retrieved the photo of Robert's
erect penis. Her hand was working
furiously now, two of her fingers
darting in and out of her tight hole as
she gazed at the large black member
in the picture. The thought that she
had made him spew that much cum
made her lust burn even more, and
small moans escaped her. Robert
made her feel wanted. He treated
her like a goddess, but made it clear
that he was the boss. His sculpted
physique came to her mind's eye,
and she groaned with longing. She
had tried, Surinder had not
responded to her attempt at
lovemaking, and her desires were
taking over.

"Ohhhh Robert..." she moaned, her

fingers sliding in and out of her now
dripping pussy as she threw back her
head and closed her eyes.

Her imagination was reeling out of

control. Robert's hands were all over
her. They were both naked, and he
was lifting her, placing her on a
counter, his muscles rippling. His
penis was entering her pussy, and
their lips were locked in a lustful
embrace, their tongues exploring
each other. His hands were on her
hips as he thrust firmly, her pussy
lips stretching to accommodate him.
Sweat beginning to run down their
bodies as their passion increased.

She moaned as the orgasm ripped

through her, spasms making her lean
onto the sink for support. Her juices
slowly dripping down her fingers.
She looked back up at the mirror, her
legs clenched together as little
pleasurable aftershocks continued to
rock her core. Her eyes seemed
alight, the pleasure she was
experiencing was something she had
never experienced before, and she
wanted more. It was so obvious now,
so completely crystal clear...
Surinder was never going to be
enough now, no matter what she did.
It was time she admitted it to herself.
She wanted Robert.

Still breathing heavily, Anushka

reached for her section of the
bathroom cupboard and threw it
open, fumbling inside for the items
she had left there earlier. A second
later she was caressing the picture
with her lips, lost in her own world,
her thighs feeling the heat from her
pussy radiating outwards, juices
trickling down the inside of her leg.
She kissed the image of Robert's
penis, wishing it was the real thing,
longing for it. What is happening to
me? What am I doing? Questions
seemed to arise like a spewing
volcano, but their intensity was
fading as the heat between her legs
grew again. It was exciting, this lewd
side of herself. She wanted to let
loose of all her ties, be free. The
image of the manhood before her
eyes was beginning to drive her into
a frenzy, and she grabbed her
hairbrush from the side of the sink,
teasing herself with it. The hard,
brushed handle aroused her more,
and she slid it slowly into her
dripping snatch, pleasuring herself.
The drops of cum on Robert's cock,
created by her, fuelled her lust. The
hairbrush handle made love to her
fast and hard, and she let out soft
moans, cursing that it could not
match the size of the object of her
new obsession. Images of her time
with Robert came and went in her
head, fleeting glimpses of herself
with his cock in her mouth, how
wrong the action was, how good it
had felt. A snide little voice that she
had not heard in her head before
reminded her how even the
hairbrush felt better than her
husband's lovemaking, causing her
to give out a laugh.
It was then that she looked up and
saw herself in the bathroom mirror,
naked, legs spread wide, pumping
herself with her own brush, lusting
for exotic black cock. Her eyes were
alight with an almost manic fervour,
and she was smiling, smiling as she
imagined being ravaged by a better
man.

"Mmnnnggghh, yes Robert.... I'm ...

cumming..."

Her second orgasm made her gasp,

the sin and the kinkiness of it all...
she could wait no longer.

She needed more, so much more.

More... It occurred to her then, the

twisted genius of the man. Still
reeling as her pussy dripped in
waves of pleasure, her ass
spasming.. she extracted the small
vial from the cupboard, removed the
stopper, and brought it to her lips,
closing her eyes and sighing as she
tasted cum, a taste that was
somehow familiar.

The image in the mirror smiled and

licked her lips, she knew what had to
be done now.