Always, in the evening, I love to hold my beautiful Indian wife Anita in my arms and gently caress her soft and smooth body. She is 34 years old and very feminine. Her body is naturally curvaceous - with generous breasts and nicely rounded arse. But she looks after herself, exercising regularly and keeping her stomach nice and flat and her legs well-toned. Her hair is deep black and her skin dusky - its richness set off by her red lipstick and the golden bangles and necklaces she loves to wear. Oh yes, her perfume is always noticeable. In short, she is striking indeed and always turns heads. She is also very sensuous and more than satisfies my needs. He cunt is shaven smooth and always open to me - and invariably wet. What more could a man ask? Well, I was now about to discover that there was more…nnOne evening as we lay together Anita reached for my cock and began to gently and seductively stroke it. But there is something different about her, an air of nervous excitement. She leans across to kiss me, her soft breasts sliding across my chest. As she does so she holds my gaze. 'Darling,' she says, 'I have a confession to make, I need to tell you something. Something happened while you were at work today. Your Indian woman had an adventure. I'm a little nervous telling you. But I don't want any secrets between us. I think you can handle it - can't you?