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I like Sanjay. He makes me smile with his simplistic and uncomplicated take on things. A lot of the other guys at the place where we work together have little time for him and others of his culture but race was never a thing that bothered me. I have always accepted people as I find. If they treat me with respect then I reciprocate whatever their colour or creed.I also like him because he is a hard worker. I am his line manager. Sanjay always turns up for work on time and works up until the time comes to clock-off. He rarely moans about his job and is never off work for sickness – I put that down to all those spices in his Indian food! He is, in all honesty, a delight to have in my work team in the distribution depot and with a bit more experience I know he was quite capable of being a supervisor.As I say, I like Sanjay but I like his wife Sunita even more, in fact I love her. Sanjay had been working with us for just over a year when I chanced to join him at his table in the works canteen. Normally, I would take sandwiches or a snack to work and sit and eat it in my office but this one day I happened to rush out without picking up my lunchbox and I had to get something from the canteen. I passed his table and the aroma of his food stirred my taste buds. He was eating a biryani.I bought a Cornish pasty and went back and joined him. “Biryani?” I asked.He smiled. “Chicken biryani,” he replied. “Sunita does a wicked Biryani.”I smiled as I bit into my paltry pasty, ‘Lucky bastard’ I thought. I had seen him with his wife a few times in the car park, sometimes dropping him off or picking him up. She was pretty. Slim and slight bodied with long dark hair. Sometimes she wore traditional Indian dress and others, normal western style clothes.“If ever I marry again,” I joked. “I’m going to marry an Indian girl.”He smiled, “Why?”I nodded at his lunch bowl. “I love curries. I would eat them every day, if I could.”He laughed, “So you just want an Indian girl for her curries then?”I shrugged my shoulders with a smile, “Well maybe a bit more than that.”He laughed again. “If you wish I can ask Sunita to find a suitable girl for you.”“I thought arranged marriage among your own people was your custom?”“Nah,” he responded shaking his head. “We are second generation Indians, times have changed.”I smiled, “She would have to prove herself worthy in the kitchen first.”He laughed again, “Kitchen first and then bedroom later, that’s the usual order of things.”I shook my head as I smiled. Sanjay always made me laugh.I thought nothing more of our conversation until a week later when he handed me a large carrier bag as we were leaving almanbahis work. It was Friday and I was looking forward to my weekly visit to the Bengal Dynasty and I was in a hurry.“Mr Bill,” he called out waving a bag at me – Sanjay always called me Mr Bill.“Sunita cooked you a Biryani,” he said as he caught up with me. “It’s a chicken biryani. It just needs heating.”I was stunned. “Th-thank you very much,” I said. “Thank Sunita very much for me.”I never went out that night. I got a bottle of wine in and enjoyed her food. I had to admit that it was far better than the restaurant’s offering. On the following Monday morning I arrived just as she was dropping Sanjay off and I rushed over to her with the bag in hand. “Thank you so much, it was absolutely delicious” I told her. “That was really kind of you. I washed the container up, by the way.”She gazed at me with her dark sultry eyes. “There was no need to do that,” she told me.It was the closest I had ever been to her and I had to admit that I was mesmerised.“I am pleased that you enjoyed it. Sanjay tells me that you usually go out on a Friday night for a curry,” she said.I nodded.“Why don’t you come to our home this Friday,” she said, shocking me once more. “I will cook you a selection of our dishes if you wish. Let you try some proper Indian food.”I didn’t know what to say. “Thank you very much,” was all I could say. “I don’t want to put you to any trouble.”She smiled, “Oh, it’s no trouble,” she responded. “Anyway, Sanjay tells me that you are always very kind to him. It’s my way of saying thank you.”I was lost for words. I was also lost in her smile. Her eyes were drawing me in and I found myself thinking thoughts that I shouldn’t have been. I had to pull myself away with the promise of seeing her on Friday.To be honest I thought of little else those next few days. I kept thinking about her and wondered what she would like in bed. I had read the Kama Sutra and Richard Burton’s Perfumed Garden in my younger days and I remembered just how erotic they were. Indian women were considered to be very passionate and adventurous lovers, always willing to please their men. Sanjay was quite slim as well and I couldn’t help but wonder if they were burning off all those calories having sex all the time.Friday evening came and after following Sanjay’s directions I arrived at their home nervously carrying a bag containing a bottle of red and a bottle of white wine. I wasn’t even sure if they drank or not but I took them all the same. Sanjay greeted me at the door and moments later Sunita appeared from the kitchen to greet me.Along with her infectious smile she wore a red almanbahis yeni giriş silk dress that came down to just above her knees. It was tight fitting as well which showed off her curves. Her legs were covered with black hose that had me wondering if it was stockings that she wore. With her long black hair hanging loosely in a pony tail down her back and a strong smell of perfume I became mesmerised once again by her presence. I glanced across at Sanjay with an air of jealousy. “Come,” she said taking my hand, “I’ll take you to the dining room so you can relax before we eat.”I allowed myself to be taken to my seat and sat back as she offered me a choice of wines. “Sanjay and I don’t drink but I bought bottles of red and white in case you do.”“R-red is fine,” I stammered. “If-if drink offends you I am happy to take a soft drink.”She laughed. “It won’t offend us at all,” she said. “Anyway you are our guest.”I was intoxicated even before I took my first sip of wine. Sanjay quickly joined me and we started chatting. “Sunita seems to have gone out of her way,” I said looking around at the well laid table that had an array of side dishes. “I hope I haven’t put her to too much trouble.”He shook his head and smiled. “Not at all. Our women make excellent hosts,” he responded. “They make excellent wives too.”I laughed as Sunita came in with a tray bearing covered dishes. She made two more trips to the kitchen, laying out the dishes in the middle of the table, before sitting down opposite me and next to Sanjay. I became mesmerised once more by her dark eyes as she lifted the lids of the dishes and explained what each one contained. I hardly took in a word of it as I watched her breasts rising and falling with her arm movements.“What would you like to try first?” she asked breaking my concentration.“Er… er… ““How about I give you some small samples on your plate for you to try,” she said reaching across for my plate.Moments later she came to my side with my plate filled, brushing past me as she moved away I felt my erection stirring. I was already feeling the heat even before taking a mouthful of food. Sanjay got me onto the subject of work as we ate. There were rumours going around about a takeover. I knew nothing concrete about them but there had been rumours a couple of years back that hadn’t materialised. “I’m sure Bill has not come here to take about work Sanjay,” Sunita cut in.He was quickly silenced and I soon realised that in their culture too it was the women who were the boss. Sunita got up and came around to my side of the table and picked up my almost empty plate. “Would you like some more, almanbahis giriş Bill?” she asked.I smiled, “Please,” I responded.I felt like I was in heaven. An array of delights was spread out before me on the table and Sunita was standing close, so close that her thigh brushed against my arm causing a stiffness to rise in my groin. After she put down my refilled plate she picked up the wine bottle and refilled my glass.“Sanjay tells me that you are looking for an Indian wife, Bill.”I laughed with embarrassment, “Well… er I was just saying that I love Indian food so much that I would seriously consider taking an Indian wife.”“You’ve been married have you?” she asked looking down at my left hand.I nodded and told her that I got divorced three years ago. I think that she was interested in knowing more but I quickly changed the subject. “Your culture prefers arranged marriages I understand.”“It’s still predominant in our homeland but here it is dying out,” said Sunita.“I think it’s a good idea,” I told her. “We may not like to admit it at the time but our parents are much wiser than us and selecting a spouse from a family who hold their values can only be a good thing. My own daughter may be a few years away from dating yet but I dread the thought of her turning up and introducing me to someone typical of the youth of today.”She laughed. “Yes I see your point,” she responded.”But in your culture you get the chance to assess compatibility. I mean, in most cases the first time you become intimate with your spouse is on your wedding night and well… you like to get that out of the way before the big day, don’t you?”I smiled. “Yes I have heard that it can take a few years to actually fall in love with each other.”She nodded. “Sometimes a girl can find that though they fall in love there still might not be the compatibility there.”There was silence for a moment and I felt the tension rising.I shrugged my shoulders, “I suppose it does happen.”I wanted to ask the question about their marriage being arranged but I held back. Sanjay got up and excused himself and I found myself alone with Sunita. “Are you and Sanjay happy?”She smiled, “Sanjay is a good man, a good husband.”“How long have you been married?”“Four years now,” she answered. “And is there anyone in your life at the moment?” she asked throwing me off subject.I smiled, “Not exactly.”She smiled, “Are you saying that there is but she is married?”I laughed without answering. Sunita was very smart as well as very pretty.“No comment then?” she laughed.“No comment,” I responded quickly with a smile.Sanjay returned and Sunita noticed that my glass was nearly empty and stood up to reach for the bottle. “I had better not,” I told her. “Any more and I will probably be over the limit.”“You don’t have to go,” she responded. “We have a spare room and you are quite welcome to stay the night.”

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