Sunday 27 January 2013

My Mom Is A Cheater

I am going to narrate my real life experience in which the central character is my mom. This is about how my mom cheated my dad for sex. My dad is a common man who works hard for the welfare of our family and is working abroad in U.A.E. He has left India at a very young age to make more earning so that his family will live happily in home.
We are an upper middle class family from Kerala. My family consists of me, dad, mom and grandpa. My mom is a housewife who always spends lot of her time and money to go to beauty spa and health clubs and maybe due to all these she looked really young and beautiful for her age. She could make any man get a hard on by her sexy curves. Now before coming to the incident let me introduce myself. I am Rahul studying in 10th standard. My mom’s name is Lakshmi and dad is Rajeev. My grandpa is a retired school teacher and is a member of local temple governing committee. My mom is now 34 but looks like a college student especially in modern dresses. She is really fashionable and anything suits her due to her well maintained body.

Friday 25 January 2013

First Swap Of Shy Wife

This is a real story of our first swap. if you like the story or any married lady wants to contact me then please mail me. This real incident happened 5 years back. First i will tell you about us. i am 6 feet fair good looking man with good tool. She is 5 feet 1 inch and curvy; short in height but she is fair, curvy women of 34C-28-36. She has a bit bigger ass. She has shoulder length hairs, hairs are bit curly. She wears small nose ring which adds sex appeal of her. She has round butts (gol chutad). We were already married for 3 years at that time.
I started fancy her with some other male.I started clicking her semi nude pictures and uploaded many on net, where I created a new profile for swapping. Initially my wife was hesitant and never wanted her body to be seen by any other male. She was virgin at marriage and never had any affair before marriage so even thought of another male made her angry but I started showing her XXX films .whenever she watched the movies
She got more excited and we had wonderful sex many times in one night. To cut short, I convinced her that the other couple will only watch us which will be like watching porn live and nothing else .If it’s ok then other man may kiss and touch her but nothing more.. She was hesitant that what if in excitement that other male do something but i assured her that I will be near and in same room so nothing will happen and we will find a couple who agrees for this condition..with few hesitancy she agreed..

Wednesday 16 January 2013

Raju fucking Mangalam aunty

Your blog site is excellant. When my spirits are low I just go through couple of stories and it peps me up. I will narrate a story and I will tell you later how I am connected to it. Some time back in one of the villages of TN, Sita's marriage wasfixed to take place with a boy in a north indian city. The boy was well educated and from a good family background.
Sita was worried why should he come all the way to this god forsaken village to get a bride. He could have got a fashionable bride from Chennai or from any of the cities. Sita with education from a local college was not accustomed to the lines of modern life. She was just 20 with very good features and above average beauty.
The boy and the girls saw the photograph of each other and they agreed. The date was fixed and lot of preparations were going on. Sita's widowed aunty, Mangalam, who lost her husband in an accident within two years of marriage was staying with them. She was very close to Sita and allayed all her fears of marriage.

Actress Sweet milk during Interview

Hello, '********' is an interesting sharing platform and one must compliment and thank our hosts. Here's sharing an intimate memorable experience. I'm a happily freelancing, and the work has some 'risks' of dealing with the unexpected. The 'risks' though can be delightful ! This happened when I had gone to interview a very well-known Hindi movie heroine (now married) and of course, to protect her privacy, cannot reveal her name. The interview was scheduled at 8.00 pm and we met in a well-known film studio in suburban Mumbai while she was on the sets. We talked in English between takes of an elaborate dance sequence. I could see she had more than just professional interest in me, when she often licked her lips during the conversation, gave me alluring smiles, and thrice stooped down to show her breasts (she was already wearing a cleavage baring-top for a dance number). "You should be in the movies, yourself," she suddenly said. "You are tall and good looking and soft spoken." I'm quite happy with my writing, I replied, surprised, but thanks for your nice words. She then said, "why don't we go to my changing room and talk and after this is done. It's quieter there." I agreed. 10 minutes later the director called for pack-up and we went to her changing room in the next building. There, she asked her personal assistant Maya to stand outside her door and not let anyone in as she would be busy. We started the interview again, with her mopping herself with a face napkin.

A True Story


I would like to tell story of my best friend khalida from Karachi
city. khalida has 2 daughter, 2 sons, her husband is working in a
bank, his name is Akhtar he is 52 yers old, khalida at the age of 15
married to her uncle (mother's brother), khalida is now 36 years old,
she has nice body, she was mis college in college days, khalida's
eldest daughter, Hamida 22 years married, her second daughter
Rukhsana is only 10 years old, khalida's eldest son Hamid is 16 years
old, and younger son Hussain is only 2 years old, khalida never feed
her breast milk all of her childern, becuase, she taught that feeding
child will unshape her boobs, so khalida has very big boos, her boobs
have full of milk, some time milk comes from nipples, so she takes
medicnies to control to leakage of milk from breasts.

khalida is unhappy with her husband, Akhtar is not giving proper fuck
to her. her son Hamid, and her dauther Hamida sent Belford, London
for eduction. khalida and Akhtar went London to bring back their son
Hamid, for summer vaction, so they booked one room in a lodge.
khalida sat on the sofa thinking about his son, whom she did not see
since 3 years, Hamid about to enter the room, khalida saw her son,
khalida hugged her son, she started kissing on her son face, both
mother and son exchnaged the kisses, they hugged like lovers, who met
long long ago, khalida felt his son's lund is hardnend and touching
her choot, her boobs are pressed to her son's chest, Hamid started
fondling his hand on her ass, they stood for 10 minutes, hearing her
husband's noise, both mother and son, separted however Hamid staring
her mother's boob, Akhtar said "Dear Son, She is your Mother.

Milk Time


I was staying the night with Anjali and Abhay; they were conveniently located near one of our major suppliers and I took the opportunity to visit them about twice a year when I had a meeting. Anjali was my wife's cousin, a pretty, rather conventional woman my own age. She had nice legs and a neat, large bust, dark brown hair and a wide smile, but I had only occasionally thought of her as a sex object (at least, no more than any other woman). But the last time I had stayed with them Anjali had been 7 months pregnant, huge and taut, and her bust had developed even more.

I find pregnant women very sexy and always want to make love to them. Anjali let me feel the baby kicking inside her swollen belly through her thin dress, and I had to stop my hand straying downwards ....I held my ear against her hot drum and perhaps she wondered why I liked it so much. She looked utterly feminine and very sexy. I thought of the different positions she would have had to explore when making love. This visit was two months after the birth and Anjali's figure was back to normal, apart from her breasts which were gloriously full.

Her daughter seemed to be thriving on her mother's milk, but Anjali looked tired and the healthy bloom of pregnancy had disappeared. I got up just as Abhay went off to work – my meeting wasn't until lunch time so I could afford to be leisurely. Anjali was sitting at the breakfast table with Diksha, her baby, on her knee. She wore a long white night-gown with bra cups, and her hair was loose. We chatted easily; I had always got on well with her. Diksha was fractious and her mother said 'She's hungry – you don't mind if I feed her do you?' I know some people object to seeing a woman breastfeed – I can't imagine why.

Saturday 12 January 2013

My Wife at the Company Beach Party

About a week ago, my wife Annie and I were invited to a beach resort along with a bunch of her coworkers. She works in the marketing department at a large company which did very well in the past few years, and the employees were starting to get a lot of perks, one of which was the resort trip.
I was eager to go, although I was worried about meeting Annie's coworkers. Her company had a very informal culture, and Annie would sometimes tell me about all the flirting and pinching that went on during the workday. I worked at a law firm, which was very uptight and professional, and flirting was considered inappropriate. Over the years, some of it had rubbed off on me, and I was becoming more straight-laced and formal. I wasn't sure I would fit in with Annie's group.

Annie herself is a knockout. She's twenty-six, with very short, stylish blond hair and a beautiful face. She's a little shorter than average, with slim legs leading up to a tight, curvy bottom. She would look like a pixie if she didn't have magnificent C cup breasts, which look fantastic on her frame. They're full and round, and they sit high on her chest. We met in college and hit it off pretty quickly, and married soon after we graduated. She wasn't very experienced sexually, although I wasn't her first.

The day of the trip, we drove out to the resort. On the way there, Annie mentioned that she bought a new bikini for the weekend.

Visit To Pune


I am 33 years now working as Senior Nursing Supervisor in a leading hospital in Khammam, Andhra Pradesh. I am going to narrate a true incident that happened when I underwent my training in a reputed private hospital in Mumbai. I had moved into Mumbai from Kerala and was staying in the nursing quarters provided by the hospital. I didn't know Hindi and Marathi then. My sister was settled in Pune after her marriage. The incident took place during the second year of my training, when I was traveling from Mumbai to Pune to visit my sister. Many of the trains between Mumbai and Pune were cancelled on that day due to heavy rains and flooding. Hence, I had to rush to Dadar to catch a bus. Unfortunately, I couldn't get a seat in any of the buses although I waited for more than one and a half hours. It was about to be eleven in the night and I started getting scared. It was raining like hell and there wasn't anyway I could have returned to the hostel. I was almost in tears and wondering what to do next.
Suddenly, a middle aged woman appeared from the crowd. From her looks, I immediately found out that she was a typical Maharashtrian woman. She began speaking to me kindly and began enquiring why I was looking so restless. I told her my plight and she began sympathizing with me. Soon, her husband came and informed that there were no seats available till early morning next day. The husband and wife then spoke something in Marathi (which I did not understand) and from their conversation I concluded that they were planning to hire a taxi to reach Pune. The woman asked me if I was willing to go with them as they were only two.

Wife: A Porn Star

I'd like to tell you about my feelings and emotions the first time I watched Kiran, my wife, fucking another man. Kiran and I have been married for four years; she is 28, and a tasty piece with the sort of long, horny legs that make men go weak at the knees.
I got the opportunity and we moved to New Zealand two ears ago from Pakistan. I had only one sister who was 3 year elder to me and married. We both were working in an American based firm. We got settled down there happily.

It all started after the 11 September's incident, we lost our jobs being Pakistanis. Any other company was afraid to give either of us any job. We had got into financial trouble, with things going from had to worse, I was at my wits' end. Then, through a chain of events, we were put in touch with a guy who made special videos. The start of the chain was when one of Kiran's girlfriend Jenny's husband Jeff made a very soft porn video of the two of them playing about. It was only fun, but got out of hand when it started getting handed around.

Thursday 10 January 2013

Indian Family Reunion

Characters in the Story :
Aryan : Me, 22 years old.

Lakshmi : My Mother. 46 years old.

Meena : My mother's elder sister. 48 years old.

Sweta : Meena aunty's 26 year old daughter.

Radha : My Mother's younger sister , 42 years old.

Nicku : Radha aunty's 22 year old son.

Prethi : Radha Aunty's daughter, 19 years old.

Madhav : Radha's husband ,45 years old.

Mom and I lived in Chennai. We moved here six years back after my father left mom for some young bitch. Mom worked round the clock and we were well settled.Meena's family lived in Vizag and Radha lived in Banglore. Its been six years since all the families met but we kept in touch through phone. Meena aunty planned a reunion. I was least interested but as mom insisted I agreed. We packed our bags and took yhe train to Vizag.

Tuesday 8 January 2013

Mona & Sona


Hello, friends. I thank you all for liking my stories and feeding me your comments. Here is my new erotic story which I am sure you all would love. Please send the feedback at xxxx
I had married Mona, a beautiful 22 year old big boob woman last year and was madly in love with my wife. Mona was a whore in bed and I loved my whore. She is 5 feet 4 inches, round ass, nice big tits with brown nipples that she loves getting sucked. She keeps her cunt shaved for me and loves my 7 inch cock. She likes everything dirty in bed.

She talks dirty and loves to be talked dirty too. She often asks me to call her Mama when I am fucking her brains out. She would pull my mouth on her nipples and scream,” suck mama’s boobs, beta. Mona loves to be sucked by her sonny.” My friends also adore my wife as she would welcome them with a smile.

Little did I know that my darling Mona was full of cock even at my back. One day at the office we finished early and my boss gave me the rest of the day off. As you can guess, I hurried home, going in the house to search for my darling wife and to surprise her. I was about to enter my bedroom when I heard a moan that froze me in the mid step. Since the door was ajar I pushed it open slightly to peek inside.

Monday 7 January 2013

Indian Wife's Transformation

When Priya came home from her evening classes that day she sounded quite happy and excited. She told her me that she had made friends with a new girl in her class. Her name was Jenny. Priya said that Jenny was a really sweet girl and they even went to have a coffee. I was really happy for Priya as she had finally found a friend in her class.
Priya was like any other typical Indian housewife settled in US. She was incredibly beautiful and sexy lady but just like any Indian wife she was quite conservative and never paid much attention to her looks or her clothes. Although I had tried many times to get her to wear some sexy clothes but she had stubbornly refused to wear anything other than all-covering ethnic Indian clothes or some loose pants and ill fitting t-shirts. She almost never wore any makeup and the only hairstyle I had seen on her was a loose center-parted braid. Initially she was quite happy and content to stay at home and do all the house hold chores but slowly as our married life settled in a regular but dull and monotonous groove she started to get bored. That is when I suggested to her that should continue with her studies and join some course in an evening school. This would keep her occupied and would even enable her to get some job later on. Priya liked the idea and after some research decided to join an accounting course in a nearby school.

Sunday 6 January 2013

Pinky sexplosive fuck with brother-in-law Sharad

Few days back suddenly I found this blog and after reading few lustful write ups I am writing down my sexual encounter with someone other than my husband. At that time it was helplessness, and I was somewhat blackmailed to do that, but truly speaking now after months, I am cherishing those moments.
Reason for this change in thinking in me is nothing else other then the difference of desire of sex between me and my husband. Surly I am having a desire of sex at higher end and my husband has little less than average man.
Anyway without wasting anytime in intro and all I will straight away move to the point and before that I would like to tell you that this is first time I am trying to write down anything and I am not very good in this language. Certainly I have no way to make reader’s believe that it’s a real life incident and every word written here is true, even the conversation dialogs I am going to write down are more or less word to word like it happened.
Truly speaking I cannot forget all this till I die, especially after writing down all that, anyway I am leaving this decision on readers whether they felt this true or not. I am Pinky (changed name) a good looking girl with sharp features, not fair rather wheatish complexion with a reasonable height of 5’4”. Physically I am bit over weight for my height and have fleshy body.