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 "

Housemaid Drinks Teen's Milk

 "Your extra towels, Ms. Miller," she said, laying them neatly on the table near the pool.

It was Kathleen's third day on the job. She was a maid for the upper class, and at the age of 36, her resume was already impressive. It included service for the financial elite, celebrities, and even a brief stint in the White House.

Now here she was, working proudly for a wealthy family at their manor in San Diego. It was the ideal job. The Millers were wonderful people; titans of the tech industry. It was estimated they were worth nearly a billion dollars.

A family like that required the services of a person like Kathleen. Someone who looked the part, had the mannerisms of a 1950's housewife, and who understood the true value of loyalty. So far, things were off to a great start.

My Shy Aunt Turns into an Anal-Loving Slut

I'm Ali, a 5'10"-tall, fair, with handsome features. I have big honey-colored eyes, a thin straight nose, and long straight hair which I usually keep long. I've had a trim muscular athletic physique since I was a teen. I'd been a successful soccer player in school and college, and later started working out regularly. My three passions in life are bikes, books and booty. I've had a very high sex-drive so it led me to form secret sexual relationships with numerous women and girls who I've come across in life.

About my Family

I was born and raised in one of the biggest cities in central India. I have a large extended family. My dad and his seven younger brothers all stay together with their wives and kids on a huge piece of land.

We live on a 2-acre plot in the northern suburbs of the city. It is completely surrounded by 12-foot tall concrete walls with a huge 15-foot tall, black wrought-iron gate up front. Right inside the main gate is the large paved and tin-roofed parking lot which has space for the numerous scooters, bikes and cars we own. There are three 3-storied buildings beyond the parking lot, each placed on the points of a triangle, with two buildings up front on each side and the last one at the back of the property. Every building has spacious apartments for each family and we all live quite comfortably together.

Bea's Bakery

Chloe Marshall was desperate. She shivered as she walked down Main Street, wrapping her arms around her small frame. It was starting to get cold in November Falls and she couldn't afford a good enough jacket. The past year had been a series of unfortunate events. She had been forced out of her foster home when she turned eighteen and bounced from shelter to shelter, trying to avoid living on the streets until she could move into her freshman dorm at Falls College. She had received a full scholarship, including housing, but she was on her own for books and food. She had used up most of her savings getting to school, and what little she had left on a pile of used textbooks. She also found out that, without a computer, she had missed out on applying to all the on-campus jobs. Her advisor had suggested visiting the downtown area, to see if anyone was hiring. Which was how she found herself here, shivering as she canvassed Main Street for openings.

November Falls was a small town, mostly housing the college. All the businesses were small and local. Chloe could not see a "Help Wanted" sign anywhere. It had been two days since she last ate, and she would do anything, but so far, the grocery store, the bookstore, and the local pub had no openings. Her last hope was the bakery at the end of Main Street. It was a little further than she wanted to walk everyday, but the idea of free coffee and pastries was a definite plus.

Home from the War

Martha could not contain herself. As soon as she saw the taxi heading down the long gravel driveway she squealed and burst from the front door to meet the taxi in front of the white farmhouse. Her husband, Bill Johansson smiled from the porch as Martha quickly hugged their daughter-in-law, Ellen, and immediately took their 4-month-old grandson, Billy from her arms. Martha beamed at Bill as she headed back up the sidewalk toward the porch. "Go get Ellen's bag and pay the man, Bill."

"Yes, dear." As Bill walked past Ellen on the sidewalk, he gave her a big bear hug. "Hello, sweetheart. You look great!" Ellen was also of Scandinavian decent. She had blond hair cut in the fashion of the day and big blue eyes. She was wearing a dress that ended below the knees.

"Thanks, Dad. I've been working hard to lose my baby weight. I'm almost down to my pre-pregnancy weight."

"Well," said Bill smiling and admiring her young curvy figure, "that's not what I meant, but good for you, doll. Your figure looks great, too." He wasn't kidding. She looked great.

Happy Surprises

A few finishing touches, and Cara would be ready for her date. Ready or not, she had joined an adult nursing site to try to find a partner. She had delivered Bella seven months prior and she was a little hungry for adult company and a lot hungry for some sensual interaction. Bella's father was a friend's-with-benefits arrangement that accidentally produced Bella. Being the independent woman she was, she felt that there was no better time than the present to reach one of her life's goals.

Once she finished with her blush and neutral eye shadow, Cara checked on Bella to see if she was awake. Fortunately, she was and she was all smiles. "Hello, my love. How was your nap? It must have been good by the looks of you."

Bella's smile was so delicious. She brightened the world whenever she smiled. That was Cara's unbiased opinion and it happened to be a fact. Her blond hair and big blue eyes made her appear angelic. Cara picked her up and realized she needed a diaper change. Afterward, she laid her in her baby bouncer while she laid out her clothes.

She needed something that was classy, but that also showed off her breasts. She decided on a pencil skirt with an off the shoulder sweater. The sweetheart neckline gave a beautiful frame for her deep cleavage. Looking in her jewelry armoire, Cara chose a Y necklace that dangled a teardrop gemstone right above her cleavage. (There's nothing like drawing an arrow to the main attraction.)

Priyamani The Seductress

 I am a 60-year-old man who has been married for over 35 years to my lovely wife, who is 5 years younger than me. We have four children, three sons and a daughter. All of our children are married, and we have several grandchildren now. I retired from the civil service after serving for over 30 years. I am a shy and reserved person in my friend's circle and often prefer solitude over the company of others. My strange history urged me to get on the internet and better understand and appreciate it. Until then, I shunned computers and preferred to work the old-fashioned way. Surprised to learn about this, I thought of penning my story for the benefit of readers.

I come from a small village in South India. We are from a backward, oppressed caste. Even today, in our village, we still have to endure a lot of insults. We live in a city now, and also, because of my status and power, a lot of the discrimination has waned away.

The story starts in the late 1960s, when I was perhaps 7 years old. I was an only child and lived with my mother and father on a small farm on the outskirts of our village. My mother was perhaps 26 years old at the time, and my father was quite older than her, at perhaps 41 years old. My mother was a beautiful woman with a fair complexion. I saw her mostly in a tanned state because of her constant work in the field, though. Her name was Priyamani, but everyone knew her by the shortened version of her name--Mani. It may be interesting to note that she had a striking resemblance to the actress Priyamani from South India. My mother, who was a Brahmin, was raped by a lower caste man, for which her family ostracized her. When I was 6 years old, she married my father, even though he was a man of low caste. We are from Andhra Pradesh state, near the border of Tamil Nadu, but now live in one of the big coastal cities of Andhra.

Milked by My Bull

 It was 14 weeks after giving birth to my first baby that I made a long awaited return to my bull. We had taken a break for most of my pregnancy and I had really been missing my time with him.

My Husband and I had advertised in the usual places for a regular partner for me after one too many disappointing hook ups. Greg was the outstanding respondent. A college lecturer in his mid forties, he was originally from the Highlands and spoke with the most mellifluous Scottish baritone. Fair haired with a neatly trimmed beard and strong blue eyes, Greg was a physically imposing specimen. Tall and thick-set, He was a competition road racer with powerful cyclist's thighs that I could barely fit my hands around.

His glorious cock was in proportion to his large frame but his balls! Oh my God, they were huge, like Quail's eggs. His sack could've been grafted from a horny Ram. The embodiment of his manliness, virility and sexual potency.

Milk Donation

 Mary placed the final plate on the dining table and examined the spread she'd made. There was everything a growing boy might need, and more. Probably too much more. Sighing happily, she called for her son, Adam, to come join her.

"Coming!" came his call from his room.

Mary sat herself down and started to spoon mashed potatoes, green beans and a pork chop on to her plate. The smells of her own cooking had her belly aching with hunger, so she dove in without waiting for her son. He'd probably be a few minutes anyways.

After the predicted few minutes, Adam made his appearance, eagerly sitting down and grabbing from dishes around the table. "This is too much, Mom," he said.

"I know, but we can put the leftovers in the fridge. You can take it for lunch tomorrow."

"I don't have a microwave at school, you know that," he replied, spooning mashed potatoes into his mouth.

Amy's Big Milky Tits

A good friend of mine, Amy, is pregnant. I visited her yesterday to return some tools that I had borrowed from her husband Rob. When I got there Rob was out, Amy was home alone and she invited me in.

Amy was dressed in white leggings with a thin yellow t-shirt, everything was clinging tight to her ever-expanding body and her bump had grown substantially since I last saw her. Her boobs though, her boobs were massive, Amy was a big girl, with a substantial chest before she got pregnant, but now they must have been almost twice the size.

We got to chatting and I complimented her on how healthy she was looking, but I couldn't help glancing down every so often at her boobs. Her nipples were big and hard, poking through her bra and t-shirt.

"Huge aren’t they?" she said as she hoisted them up. "I can’t believe how big they’ve got, my nipples are so much more sensitive too."

We often flirted and chatted about sex so this was nothing out of the ordinary, but this time I found my cock was starting to get hard so much quicker than in the past.

My Best Friend's Wife

This is the first of four stories describing some adventures my wife, Sue, and I had with our neighbors, Paul and Linda.

I'll begin by describing my wife, Sue, and myself. Sue is about 5'4" and 120 lbs., with straight shoulder length light red hair, a great set of almost C-cup tits, with nipples that stand out about a half-inch from her tits, and a well-shaped ass and legs. The most distinctive thing about her is her neatly trimmed light red-haired bush. My name is Jack, and I am 5'10", around 200 lbs., with sandy blonde hair. I keep myself in pretty good shape, occasionally working out, and many women compliment me on my body. I have an average size cock, six inches long, but it is very thick (about four to five inches around).

It all started on a Saturday afternoon when Linda, my best friend Paul's wife, called and asked if Sue and I wanted to come over there to eat Chinese food and watch a movie she had rented. It would just be the three of us as her husband Paul was on a business trip and wouldn't return home for a week. We didn't have any plans, so we quickly agreed.

Before I go any further, I'll give you some background about Paul and Linda. They moved into our town about six years ago. We met at a church social and quickly became the best of friends. Paul is thirty-five, about 6' tall and weighs about 230 lbs. We are best buddies – we both like to play golf and party. We share a lot, including how sexy our wives are and our sexual adventures from the past. He is one of the few people who knows about my swinging lifestyle with Sue and Beth. From several prior incidents, I know that he would love to fuck Sue, and from Sue's mouth, she feels the same way. I'll describe the prior incident later on in this story. His wife, Linda, is gorgeous and sexy with curly shoulder-length light brown hair. She's thirty-nine, about 5'5" tall and 130lbs., with really firm small B- cup tits (she doesn't wear a bra too often and doesn't need to), a great ass and legs, beautiful blue eyes, and a mouth shaped perfectly for giving head.

Spare Milk

I felt the nervousness make my hands shake as I rang the bell. It was only a couple of minutes earlier than usual but my mind kept overthinking. I’ve been coming around for about two months, but this was the first time I was going to do it.

The door opening made me jump and her tiny frame appeared behind it.

“You are just in time, Jason. Come on in." Her pretty face lit up with a smile as she spoke with a sweet voice.

She moved to the side and I walked in with a quick step. I noticed she was wearing a long light blue robe, her slim figure barely a silhouette, her breast slightly visible where the folds of the robe showed her neckline.

“Do you want a cup of water or something to drink?” she asked.

“I’m fine. Thank you,” I managed to reply without stuttering.

My mouth felt a bit dry, but I didn’t dare to bother her. My eyes wandered around her neatly arranged and beautiful home. I had been inside before when my wife and I came to meet them for the first time. Since then, we would usually just speak on their front patio.