A Win-win Situation

"I can't tell you how happy I'm today," I said, wiping the white drops off my lips. "I had this lifelong fantasy of drinking breast milk. Thank you for offering me the most precious drink on the earth!"

"No need to be formal, dear," said Vaishali, pulling me back to her milk tanks. "I wish I could fulfil my fantasy of feeding my milk to my baby's father as well."

I couldn't respond with my mouth full of her soft flesh and fresh milk. What would I have said anyway? Vaishali's husband, Veer, was not at all interested in a nursing mother, even if she was his own wife and had given birth to his own child.

Everybody has a different choice. Why should we judge someone based on their choices? Someone would find my fantasies to be the weirdest...

Drinking fresh breast milk and eating a new Mom's pussy!

Step Dad and My Wife

I am Rahul and my desi big boobs wife is Meena aged about 32 years. Meena is quite beautiful, a bit on the plumper side with a stunning figure of 36B-28-34 height (medium height) 5ft 3 inches and 58 kg. Right from the time of our marriage I wanted her to be sexy and well maintained.

Her most attractive feature is her milky white complexion, big up thrust boobs, quite difficult to hide in clothes, heavy buttocks and huge fleshy thighs. She resembles a sex bomb like the actress Ayesha Khan.

After she got divorced, my mom married a muslim man, Abdul who was her gym trainer. My mom died a few years ago due to heart attack. From then, Abdul (55) was living alone. He was a big man, not just in size but in personality too. His muscles flexed under his shirt.

We had to visit our town to sell the land off. We had no other choice than to stay at Abdul's place. I was worried because he was a womanizer and he had also seduced my mom. He received us well and invited into the house. He arranged lunch for us. During the whole time he was staring at my wife which made me uncomfortable.

Cheating with my office colleague

Hubby took my daughter to India for four days and I was felt alone and ma ovulation period started and I need someone company very badly. One of my colleague always filters with me. His wife is pediatric so I am very close with her, I don't want to spoil the relationships So i never told about her hubby's secret text. He is dermatologist too so he flirts with me like suggesting beauty products Many times, he gifts me with complimentary beauty products to me and his wife.

His wife and kids are in vacation and in India and she requested me take care of him because he doesn't cook so she requested me to give at least two home cooked food per week so I asked her what is his favorite dish/ She told me prawns so I brought prawns and crabs. Crabs are my favorite.

He came to ma houses for evening tea and dinner early that what I planned and He wrote nice collar t-shirt and black jean properly dressed.

I was wearing tight Tee's and tight yoga pants and It was my usual costume. I was not willing to dress traditionally and Let him see me casually.

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.