Indian Wife Gets Pregnant

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Camping

When my two best friends and I decided to make an annual tradition of taking a week-long camping in Oconee National Forest together with our wives, we had no idea how much fun it would end up being. We were as different as three white guys from the suburbs can be, but having been friends since kindergarten, we were as close as brothers. Nick was tall, blond and athletic; his wife Nina was a busty Italian girl, with a heart-shaped ass and pouty lips that were equally likely to sweet-talk you or spit curses. Adrian was a punk rocker, with spiky hair and tattoos all up and down both arms; his wife Asha was Indian, tall and leggy, with skin the color of dark chocolate, waist-length black hair, and breasts the size of two ripe peaches. My name is John (for the sake of privacy, all names are made up (we didn't all marry girls with the same first initial), and my wife Jiao is half Chinese, half Korean, petite, with choppy black bangs and the wettest pussy I've ever come across. Seriously, when I eat her pussy, the mattress is usually soaked through.

How did we end up married to such hot girls? All three of us thanked our lucky stars on a daily basis. And the thought of fucking our wives under the stars, maybe even talking them into some skinnydipping, had all three of us hot for weeks thinking about it.

Tangled Passions

Chapter 1 : Our journey into a swinging life begins

I was in bed reading my book and Jenna, my wife of twelve years, was lying next to me. I assumed she was asleep, but then she rolled over and looked at me.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what?”

“You know I love you, right?”

“I love you too, babe,” I replied, wondering what was coming.

“I’ve been thinking about spicing things up, you know, our sex life.”

“Really? What do you mean?” I asked, putting down my book and wondering what she meant. We’d always had a good sex life. Like most couples, we did it more when we first got together. The frequency had dropped; since we had the boys, busy lives, and not having much alone time put paid to most of our sex sessions, but we still did it two or three times a month.

“I was talking with Beth at work the other week, and she mentioned they had decided to spice their sex life up. They now involve other couples.”

“Swingers?”

Kay's Relaxing Afternoon

My wife Kay has been nervous and on edge lately. A friend told me of a new place in town with a reputation for helping people relax and not be on edge.

I took her there in hopes of getting her to relax. As we entered the lobby, we were greeted by a beautiful woman wearing a gown behind the counter.

I told her, “My wife Kay has been extremely nervous and on edge. I would love to find a way to get her to relax.”

The woman replied, “I have the perfect woman to get your wife to relax. Her name is Angel.”

She continued, “Do you understand that these sessions are one-on-one? You can wait in the lobby or leave and return to pick her up.”

The door opened, and a beautiful, shapely woman wore a long blue gown. She was five and a half feet tall and had long blonde hair down to her hips.

She had large breasts, DDD, with nipples that were pushing out from under the satin fabric.

Forbidden desires of family woman Sharmila

Hi all, this is Sharmila, 26, living with my husband Rahul. We had a love marriage and he gave me all the happiness. He was good at bed too. I was also happy with him. As a result, we had a son Rakesh, who was 10 months old. But I could not have a proper talk with my mom, dad, and other relatives. They were against my love marriage and saw me as a convict.

Last week, my cousin came to invite me and my husband to his marriage. Once my cousin went, my husband told me he wouldn’t come.

A few days later, I realized that today evening was the reception and the next day morning was the marriage. So, I was thinking about all these things in my kitchen. A sudden thought came to me, “Should I ask Rahul once again?”

So I went to my bedroom. My husband was getting ready to go to the office. He was working as a planning manager in a company.

Me: Dear, we can go to this marriage? I think only then we can improve our bond with my family. (I asked him pleadingly.)

The Unexpected Swap

I am Amol – Height of 5’7”. A little bulk body with muscles. I have 6 inches long dick, and it is quite broad. My skin tone is dark.

My girlfriend, Shruti – She is fair but has a little brown shade. Her bra size is 32C. She is slim and has a height of 5’6”. Her ass is between round and flat.

My friend – Daman. He is tall. 6’1”. He is dark-toned and slightly fair. He has muscles but is slim. His dick is 6 inches long and is quite slim.

My friend’s girlfriend, Priyanka: She is a fair woman. Her bra size is 34B. Her figure is quite busty, and she has a height of 5’5”. Her ass is quite round.

The names are changed, but the figures aren’t.

Me and Daman were childhood friends. We always used to spend time together. We were in the same school. He was quite slim and handsome during those times, but I wasn’t. He used to pull any girl he wanted.

When we were in junior college, I saw him kissing a girl. Priyanka was in the same class but was in another division.

Silent Auction

My wife Brenda is a Spanish teacher at our local private art college. It is a nice two-year school in a wealthy community, with well-behaved students and a supportive group of parents. The school is tailored for high school graduates, with unique talents in the arts: acting, painting, languages, sculpture, and music. The school gives a number of scholarships to lower income young men and women. The students test their talents to see if they are suited for further study at one of the prestigious universities around the country. My wife is 38 years old and has taught there for about twelve years. She loves working with the students and the job provides fair pay and good benefits.

We have two lovely children and a nice home. We have been doing fine financially and life has been treating us good. As events unfolded, she was about to be faced with a very difficult decision relating to her personal and professional ethics as well as the meaning of our marriage vows.

A year ago, the school was hit with a crisis. Mold was found in some of the ductwork; a few students got sick, there were lawsuits, etcetera. The school used up most of its endowment and had taken a big loan to pay for the multi-million-dollar remediation work. They survived it okay, and enrollment and such had rebounded nicely. But with the financial pinch, the school was living on the edge. Another crisis could put them under. When they were faced with a need for another $300,000 for roof repairs after a storm, they were in trouble. They also needed to buy new equipment to keep up with emerging technology for the classrooms. The alumni, parents and the school leadership decided to have a fund-raising campaign. There were a lot of well-heeled alumni, who pitched in, but the school was still having trouble meeting their loan payments. The possibility of closing the school, greatly reducing scholarships or cutting programs were all real possibilities.

The Sparrow and the Anaconda

 My name is Michael Morgan -- friends and family call me Mike. I'm 42, average height and weight and an IT professional for a Healthcare system in Michigan. My wife is Sarah Morgan -- friends and family call her Sparrow, and she is a schoolteacher in the elementary system.

Sparrow is barely five foot tall, small breasted (32b), just about 100 pounds soaking wet. She has brown hair that falls just to her shoulders and deep brown eyes. I will also admit that she has the cutest little ass this side of Detroit. She is 39 years old but looks much younger because of her size.

We live in the suburbs of Grand Rapids and have been married for 18 years. We have two children in their teens, old enough to be on their own but still young enough that we don't leave home alone overnight.

As you can guess, Sparrow got her nickname because she is incredibly tiny and lithe but to anyone who knows her, she is small but mighty and has an Irish temper that surprises people who cross her. She is also incredibly reserved and private and doesn't take kindly to jerks or arrogance.

First Trip to The Adult Theater

 It had been a lovely evening, my wife Ava and I had drinks in a cosy pub in town, and we were walking our way back home. After 15 minutes, I noticed a bright pink sign in the distance, on the left of the street we were walking on.

"Look at that!" I said to my wife as soon as we get close to it.

"Aren't you a little bit curious to see what it's like?" I asked Ava, as we were standing in front of the adult cinema.

"Not really no. It's a cinema that shows porn, so guys come here to jerk off. I think that's pretty straightforward..." she replied, rolling her eyes.

"What if I told you it turns me on to think of us going in there?" I said.

"What doesn't?" she quipped, "you're turned on all the time".

"Please, I just want to try! We can go in and if you're too uncomfortable, we'll get out."

Indian Wife Becomes a Mistress

My full name is Simran Kaur Ahluwalia. I am a house-wife from India, aged 31. I live with my husband Balwinder Singh Ahluwalia, in a four bed-room apartment in one of India's largest cities - Mumbai. I have known my husband, since my college days, as both of us lived in the same locality during our child-hood. We fell in love at college and got married after graduation. We have two children. A son, aged seven and recently, we have been blessed with a baby daughter, three months ago. We led a happily married life. An incident that recently occurred in our life, dramatically changed our married life.

Our neighbours were, an elderly couple, Hardayal Singh and his wife, Tejinder Kaur. He was 57 years of age and his wife Teji, was 40. As a mark of respect, we used to call Hardayal Singh, as Hardayalji. They were childless. Unfortunately, tragedy struck them. Teji, was knocked down by a truck and died. Hardayalji was heart-broken. He was inconsolable. He began drinking heavily. As time went, it seemed that Hardayalji was slowly becoming an alcoholic. He lost his job. Every day, he sat alone in his house, drinking all day long. My husband is a very caring person and could not bear to see Hardayalji's condition detiorate.
One day, my husband told me, " Simran, we must help Hardayalji. He has no family. There is no one to help him. I think that, it is because he is all alone in his house, that, he drinks so heavily. Why don't we ask him to lock up his house, and come to stay with us, for a month or two? That will help in discouraging him to drink. Can you handle the extra work of cooking etc for him too? "
I replied, " Balwinder, I think that is a wonderful idea. Teji was my friend. We owe it to her, to take care of her husband. Let us invite Hardayalji to stay with us. Don't worry. I shall manage all the extra cooking and other jobs for him, without any problem "