Sara looks at her sleeping husband, but she's day-dreaming about another man, a white man with flecks of gray in his other-wise brown hair. He's handsome in a western way, with a muscular upper body, and a smile that sends shutters of desire through her. His presence is that of a sage, a sage that exudes the sexual prowess of Kama, a sage she believes can satisfy her cravings.
In her dream she sees him cup her ass in both hands as his cock glides repeatedly into her chamber. She sighs quietly, "Yee," each time he touches the bottom of her tunnel. He holds her off the bed with just her shoulders and beautiful brown face touching the bed. She wiggles her hips excitedly as his white cock slips back and forth between the black thatch of hair covering her haven. He beams at her thrilling face, and tits' shaking to and fro in rhythm with his gentle pushes. For years and especially since her marriage her desire to be satisfied by a handsome, older man has increased. His linga, much larger than her husbands, probes to a depth and width of immense pleasure. The joy of her contracting uterus is overwhelming, and her body goes stiff as she climaxes," Yeeeh, yeeeh, yeeeh!"
He gently lowers her to the bed without leaving her pussy.
Their wet skins glisten in the dull light of the bedroom as they cuddle while she's impaled and he's incased.
"That was wonderful. I knew you would give me the ecstasy I've always wanted." She kisses his hairy chest.
He doesn't speak, but jerks his cock within her.
She giggles. "That tickles.
"It's supposed too." He kisses her long black hair, and runs his hand over her petite and rounded derriere. Waiting a minute, he drags a finger along the crack of her ass.
She giggles again. "You make me feel so special."
"You are special." He rolls on to his back, pushes her to a position where he can place his face between her smallish breasts. "You have perfect tits." He nuzzles between them.
"I'm glad you like them but there little."
"They're perfect." He moves his mouth to a nipple. He sucks and runs his tongue over it."
"Oh that feels so good."
"I'm glad you like it because I'm going to suckle for a long time." He switches to the other nub.
She sighs continuously as he adores her tits.
He sucks her nipples harder and harder, and rolls them between his fingers until she sits upright becomes rigid and climaxes moaning, "Yeeeh, yeeeh, yeeeh!"
As she calms, he pulls her body until her breasts are above his head, and he raises his body placing his weight on his feet. "Ride me, ride me hard and fast."
With her forearms beside his head, she bucks wildly sliding up and down his erection.
He grabs her hips moving her faster and faster along the length of his shaft.
It doesn't take long before all her sex organs are convulsing, and she cries, "Oh Kama, I'm on fire for you; I'm coming, "Yeeeh, Yeeeh, yeeeh!"
He rolls them to their sides. He grasps a breast and pummels her with his long, hard staff. "Raise your leg." He commands continuing to hammer his shaft into her oozing pussy. Releasing her tit he moves his hand to her clit and swirls his finger in circles.
Sara is floating on the edge of an orgasm and falls into the bliss of an orgasm at the same time, he jabs his jizzcum into her well-prepared cavity. He comes with a groan, "Aaaaugh."
At the same time, she climaxes, "Yeeeh, yeeeh, yeeeh!"
She wakes from her dream as her husband turns onto his back.
* * *
Malic and Sara Patel arrive in Atlanta, Georgia in early June 2010. They've been married two years. The marriage was arranged in the Indian tradition, and was unusual because Sara was twenty-three and Malic was forty-four at the time of the wedding He waited from the time of their engagement, when she was sixteen, for her to complete her schooling as stipulated by her parents. She earned a BS and MS in Indian and World History from Jain University. A large dowry was paid in installments over the seven year period, as he worked in high positions in the computer science industry in Bangalore. Sara spent two years in a sexually unsatisfactory marriage before they moved to Atlanta because Malic had been hired to supervise the computer technology of a Verizon Call Center.
His salary was in keeping with his position, and he decided to purchase a condo. Within a week they had an appointment to meet with a representative of the Jerry Brown Century 2100 Real Estate Agency. Sara is smitten when Hal Houseman greets them in the parking lot. He is wearing a blue and white seersucker suit, a white shirt, a dark blue bow tie, white tie, and white shoes. He's Sara's vision of Kama. Tall at about six feet, muscular upper body, slim at about 170 pounds, and handsome with an oval face, high cheek bones, and straight nose, he is all she has dreamed about.
He introduces himself and shakes her husband's hand, Dr. Malic Patel, who is slight at five feet six inches. He's good looking with his dark skin, black hair and eyes. He's clothing consists of a tailored blue suit, a light blue shirt, and a red and blue tie.
Sara is anxious as Hal extends his hand to her. She takes it trembling.
His hand is warm and engulfs hers.
She almost swoons as his touch is an electric shock touching all her intimate places.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Patel, and I like your sari as it matches your eyes and complexion," he says surveying her short petite body
Mr. Patel grins as the salesman compliments his beautiful wife.
"Thank you Mr. Houseman it's one of my favorites." She holds on to his hand.
Hal take them into his glass lined office which contains a desk, computer, a phone, anthree chairs. He asks them to sit. "I understand your looking for a condominium."
"That's correct," Dr. Patel says in a clipped British accent.
"We have a large selection from which to choose depending upon which price range fits your budget. Hal says glancing at Dr. Patel, but looking into the bottomless eyes of his wife.
"I'm looking to spend between one-half to one million dollars," he says with a smile and excited expression.
