Tale Of Two Fingers

As the sweat poured down my naked torso in rivulets, my body engaged the pale naked housewife underneath me; our sweat and secretions intermingling constantly.
There were no words between us, for none were needed. Our bodies communicated with each other through another language.
As I slammed my cock against her wet slippery twat, for the umpteenth time, my movements became more mechanical. Evermore I wondered about women and their sexual needs. It had not taken too much effort on my part to make this temple attending, vermillion wearing housewife to submit to me. I had taken control of her body so completely, I wondered if this was a fleeting dream. So much repressed sexuality there is in the archetypical Indian housewife!
She bore the name of Lakshmi, Goddess of Wealth. And what a wealth of sexuality she possessed!
"Oh my god doctor," moaned Lakshmi. Her first intelligible words since our tryst began.
Good. My grinding and pounding of her privates was getting to her. I too was almost spent.
"My beautiful Lakshmiiiii....." I moaned. I bore down on her my hands resting on her ample breasts, their hard tipped nipples so erect and taut in-between my finger tips.

The Seminal Baptism

Rushing to the hotel, I felt a bit like Schumacher; I zipped and zagged, extending my rather superfluous control over the metallic cage in which I travelled. The car whined with a shrill urgency as I pulled into the drop zone, tires squealing their vulcanized rage, at my sudden break.
Chucking the keys, at the valet, I rushed into the hotel nearly bowling over the old couple in front of me. People gawked as I made through like a typhoon through a hapless forest, bodies parting, in seeming self protection.
I paid them no heed. I was late, very late and I feared my wife's fury, more than the general public's. I made it to the posh a la carte, restaurant with eagle-like ease.
My eyes skirted through the rows upon rows of well groomed diners, searching for that familiar face. My quarry eluded me.
Squinting hard, I dialed my wife's cell-phone.
"Hey, where are you?" asked the tart voice.
I was a little delayed in replying. I had been late, and I expected her to be furious. But I detected none of the rote sarcasm in her voice.
"Hi, Sou, I...ah, got a bit delayed where are you?"

Two Husbands

Hello all friends. I am Savita from Delhi. I am a regular reader of ISS and today I am posting my First story. This is a true story of my life.
First let me describe about me. I am 29 years old married, housewife.I belong to a upper middle class family. My husband is a business man. His name is Rajesh and he has a good business of his own. We live in a flat alone without family. We do not have any children yet and planning now.
I am 5’4″ long with a stunning figure of 34,30,36, with quit whitesh colour. I have a natural sex appeal and I have seen lust for me in about every men’s eyes. My husband is an average looking man with 5’6″ of height and a little fat. But he loves me a lot and always cares for me. Before marriage I had many sex relationship with other guys, but after marriage I am completely dedicated to my hubby. He is an average man in bed too, and never tortures me in bed too and always believe in easy sex. It has been 4 Years to our married life and life goes easy. I am a housewife but I have done M.A. in arts. So i have a good communication skill. I use computer on house and I have internet on my pc. So I keep reading all these stuffs on net.
My husband never uses our home computer but he has his own laptop and dongle net card.
Now not taking your so much time I come direct to story. One day when we were having sex my hubby said me immediately that I now that I am not enough for you in bed.
I thought this is a normal talk and did not responded on this. After having sex we were in each other’s arms and were talking normally. My husband said again that Savita why do you not have sex relation with any other man too as I am not enough for you. This time I was stunned and looked on him. He had love for me in his eyes and repeated the same thing again but I had not any words on my tongue.

With Owner’s Family

I am Kiran, a software engineer from a small town near Vijaywada. Recently I got a good job in Hyderabad and so I needed a house for rent. I found a house which was near my office but the owner refused to give me since I am a bachelor and will be a trouble for them. I convinced them and offered them to pay extra money for the rent. Finally, they agreed for me to stay but i have to pay 50% more amount than normal. Anyways I was earning well and it was very near to my office.
It was a pent house in the first floor and the owners stayed at the ground floor. The Owner’s family consists of husband (Rajesh), wife (Lavanya) and their 20-year-old daughter (Anjali). Rajesh was a bus rider and he had accident sometime back which made him wheelchair bound. Anjali completed her degree and was on lookout for a job. Initially I did not had much interaction with them. I liked Lavanya very much and she was a very cordial lady. Anjali was also good with slim figure but I was more attracted to her mother.
Every day Lavanya use to come to the terrace for drying the clothes. Since Saturday and sunday were holidays for me, during those days I started interacting with Lavanya whenever she comes to dry the clothes. I made a point every weekend to be available for her when she comes up. I use to give her tea and some snacks as soon as she comes up so that I can have a bit more interaction with her. Slowly she started feeling free with me. I use take her on my bike to market. Once she was comfortable with me I started giving her minor indications that I am interested in her. Like I use to stare her for a bit longer, touch her hands and shoulders. I shared some mild sex jokes with her. She never found anything offended and so I proceeded further.

Breastfeeding My Husband, Friends And Strangers

Hope you all will get horny reading my story. Ever since growing up ive always wanted my breasts suckled. The thawt of nipple suckling always turned me on. Once at work i wore a low cut top showing off my clevage. My boss who was at that time 50yrs old n i was 20. He kept staring n staring n hinted several times how he fantasized suckling on breasts. I too liked the idea. But didnt say anything.
A few weeks later i was the last staff to leave work. I was very tired of a long shift. N my back n shoulders were hurting so he offered to massage my shoulders. I agreed straight away not realising im alone with him and he might take advantage of me and the situation.
So he massaged my shoulders while i sat on his desk with my back to him. He was stood behind me. This was the best massage i ever experienced. He was so delicate n had the softest hands.. After 15mins he stood infront ov me n massaged my shoulders. My low cut top was revealing my big dd breasts. I cud see him staring. It was a right turn on. Then his hands slightly moved down to my arms massaging them softly. I could see his penis errect through his trousers. Then suddenly he asked can i suckle your juicy breasts i promise to b soft n gentle. For some reason i found myself agreeing n quickly pulling out my huge breasts. He held my breasts n cressed them n fondled before slowly licking one nipple. Electricity flew through my body. He gently suckled alternately on each breast for an hour. He gave me pleasure without intercourse. I was horny n wet. His mouth was wrapped around my nipple n areola n half my breast. We were dry suckling. Then everyday we would come to work early and leave late so he could suckle my breasts.

My First Experience Of Anr In A Tailors Shop

It was one of the sunny December holidays when we students of a womens college went for conducting a basic cultural and health camp in a small hilly village in down south India. The Village was around six to seven kilometers away in the valley from a small hilly town. It had a very tiny population of around 100 families all workers. The main road which was 2 kms away from the village had a few shops catering daily needs and also a tailor shop at the end of the road on a slope little away from the main road
After a week fo the camp we had just decided to have a cultural show involving the village children and ladies. so we all decided to wear the Indian traditional dress " Saree" on that day. I had brought a saree with me when I came from my place for the camp, but forgot to bring a blouse. Luckily my friend had a unstiched cloth which I can get it stiched and use on the occassion. But I should find a tailor who could stich it for me. Iam one of the very fashionsable stuff and used to very much bothered about fittings in my dresses. On inquiry with the village ladies i could gather that the tailor on the mainroad would be of some help. So i decided to go and give a try. As the other friends were busy wiht thier programmes after the evening tea by about 4 o clock I ventured out through the mountain paths to the mainroad.
I walked slowly enjoying the pollution free atmosphere and humming of birds and took alomost one hour to reach the place. When I spotted out the shop I found that the shutter was half closed and there was no one to answer. One man going near by on the road told me that he had just seen the tailor going for a tea in a near by tea shop. So i decided to wait.

Milk Raped

The night I was milk-raped, a last-minute crisis had kept me at work until almost midnight.
I got on the elevator and looked forward to getting home. My breasts were overfull and aching
for the relief and of my electric breast pump. As the elevator began the long 30-floor descent,
I thought with pleasure of attaching the two cups to my hard nipples and flipping the switch to
feel the erotic suckling. My breasts have always been my most sensitive erogenous zone,
especially my nipples. I had always dreamed of a man who enjoyed sucking my nipples so much and
so often that he would cause my breasts to fill with milk. It finally happened with my latest
lover. He suckled my nipples so often during lovemaking that my ultimate fantasy came true. With
in a few weeks my breasts were full of sweet milk that he gladly suckled from me, greedy for
every drop--using his hands, squeezing my breasts, milking me for more. It felt like I had an
electrical connection between my nipples and my ****. Sometimes I would ****** from the suckling
alone, my nipples *********** strong jets of milk with each spasm of my sex.

Reluctant Wife

This is the story of how my sweet innocent wife became the plaything of one of the young guys who works for me.
It all started when I invited my friend, Gina, out for drinks with the people who worked in my office. She was much younger than me, in her mid-thirties, and she was a very fun-loving woman. I loved to spend time with her and we often went out for dinner and drinks. My wife did not mind, since she knew I was not having an affair with her, even though Gina and I talked freely about everything, including sex.
At the bar, Gina and one of the young guys in our office really hit it off. John was quite handsome: tall, muscular and confident. Gina said afterwards that he was a "cutie" but maybe too aware of how good-looking he was. They talked together for quite a while and both were obviously very interested in each other. Aftewards, they ended up going to her place, but other than some drinks and dance, they just "made out" according to Gina.
She and I had some very honest conversations together, especially about sex. I told her how good Jean still looked and then sent her a nude picture to prove it. She was very impressed and so I sent her more, since she seemed to like them so much. I joked with Gina that I could come over and take some pics of her, or I could loan my camera to John. She thought this was amusing, but didn't take me up on my offer. I didn't expect her to.

Sex with boyfriend in front of hubby

Hi, I am Palak (not my real name), I'm 27 years old. I have been given a good and attractive features and a well developed and maintained body. My husband Rajesh (inherited name here) and I have been married for about five years. Our marriage was an arranged one and we really love each other very much.
My regular visits to my beautician have made my skin extra fair, smooth and attractive. I had a very fair colour and my statistics are 35-27-36 which I always maintained by daily morning and evening walks and weekly session at the gym. Since my husband owned a flourishing business, he never wanted me to take a job and work.
As such most of my time was spent on watching television or talking to friends either on the net or on the phone. Our sex life was also very satisfying for both of us. We used to do sex about 4-5 times a week and sometimes daily for weeks together. Most of the time my husband would take me two to three times in a night.
But after some time (about an year ago), we both got somewhat bored from the routine style of doing sex. We both tried different postures, saw a number of blue films to get new ideas and get stimulated. We read a number of sex books and I even talked to my friends for new ways to put some spice in our sexual activities.
It worked for a while but again the excitement ended as we both wanted to do something all-to-gather new and different that would stimulate us for a long time. Later we both started fantasising while doing sex. We both one by one used to narrate a fictitious story about doing sex with someone else, normally it was someone known to both of us or someone from our past.

Wife shares Breasts with Co-worker

When we were young, my wife, Jean and I lived in an apartment along with a lot of other young couples. One of the other couples included a guy named Max who worked at the same company I did. Max was a big guy and in very good shape. He and his girlfriend became friendly with us and we attended some of their parties.
In the past, Jean had noticed that Max couldn't help stare at her large breasts. It sometimes made her uncomfortable, since he was obviously so intensely interested in her. I couldn't blame him, since Jean's breasts were magnificent. She had a voluptuous, Italian body with wide hips, shapely legs and ass, along with large, full breasts.
At one of their parties, Max asked us to stay until after all the other guests had left. At the time, we had no idea what he had in mind. Later that evening, it was just the four of us. His girlfriend was a very dark, petite woman, with a great shape although with small breasts.
As we continued drinking, and Max's girlfriend was being very flirtatious with me. She would lie on the floor on her tummy, facing me. She wore no bra, and her small breasts were on very clearly on display. I wasn't sure how much I was supposed to look, but the view was fantastic. As I looked, she smiled at me in a flirtatious way. She was being pretty obvious, but since I was so young and inexperienced, I wasn't sure what was going on.

tailor got sex lesson from his customer

Hi, I am Jeeva from Madurai. I am 30 yrs old. I have a brother named Sathya he is 36 years old. During our School days we lost our father. My brother got married 2 years before to a 26 years old girl named Kumudha. He was not interested in marriage. Only because of our mother’s health condition he accepted for marriage. Three months after his marriage my mother died due to Kidney failure. Till now he doesn’t have children. He is working in a Company and always busy with his work.
I completed a designing course and having a Tailor Shop in City. Me, my brother and Kumudha (Anni) were staying in the same house. We don’t have any financial problem as we both earn a good income. Their only problem is not having a child. My only problem is already I am aged. Now I don’t have my mother to look a girl for my marriage. My brother was also not showing any interest in my marriage. I was always thinking of sex. I don’t have enough courage to go to a prostitute and fulfil my desire. All I can do is masturbate thinking of the women and girls coming to my shop for stitching their chudidhar and blouse.
I will go to our house only around 10.30 P.M. after drinking liquor. That time my brother will be sleeping. Anni will open the door and give me food. After that she will go to sleep. She knows that I am drinking but she never questioned me. May be because I am 2 years elder to her. Though I am elder I used to call her Anni. She used to call me Jeeva Atthan. Morning my brother will go to his job around 7.30 and I used to leave my house around 9.00 A.M.
One day when I was taking my breakfast my Anni’s mother and her relatives came to our house. I invited them. I asked Anni whether I need to buy anything for preparing Lunch. She told that she will manage. Then I went to my shop.

Sharing Indian Wife

I am a well educated suave gentleman, like to meet new people and make friends from all walks of life. I live in Mumbai, in my early 40's, fit, look young, smart and handsome. My height is 5'7" and weight 68 kg, wheatish skin, clean shaven. I keep my hair short, mainly black with some natural greys. The ladies like my non-pushy, easy going attitude and the men, my friendly appearance. The following is not a work of my imaginary mind or an attempt to get advice on my erotic fantasies. It is true and happened to me recently. This couple I met online is in their early 40's. The husband is a banker, wife a homemaker. Their two kids are studying in private schools away from home. The husband was very keen to watch his wife with another man, and his fantasy was eating creampies and sloppy seconds. He said he was straight, loves his wife very dearly and this thought of watching his wife with another man gave him instant hardon. They had discussed the idea of another man joining them on many occasions, and although the wife was shy about it, they both found this concept very erotic and stimulating in their otherwise routine sex life. I met the couple in a coffee shop, chatted for a while and then decided to watch a movie together, a nice family entertainment to put everyone at ease. Over the course of next couple of months, we met a few more times, visiting pubs, dining at nice restaurants. The purpose was to get the wife become free, relax and warm up to the idea.

Usha losing virginity of Jiju

Hi. I am Usha, girl of urban city living in capital of India and this is about losing my virginity to my Jiju. For intro first of all I will say that for a girl like me who was really very keen to experience sex since my collage days it was really very unfortunate that even at the age of 34 I was unmarried and virgin.
As I have very dark color complexion, I never had that sort of friendship with any guy which can lead to physical relation in future. Truly speaking no guy approached me in that way till my collage life as among all my collage mates everyone was seeking fair and beautiful girl to run an affair and at my end I never dared to give any hint to any guy that I want to get involved
with him that way and want to experience intimate relation and this problem persists even today as even after my post graduation I am yet not married and that is mainly because of my dark complexion and I can say in addition to that I am Maanglik. Talking about my appearance I am not at all bad looking,
it is just that I am very dark rather if my skin color would have fair then people would have counted me in good looking girls, physically I have a luscious body which any guy can dream for his bed partner. Standing 5’5” I am full-breasted woman in my mid-thirties having flat belly and nice fleshy arms and thighs with delectable ass mounds.
And my Jiju with whom I got involved physically and who finally took my virginity, even he is physically very fit, his body is stunning; immensely powerful he carries not an ounce of surplus flesh on him. His shoulders are sprawling slabs of muscles; his chest is wide and deep, heavily cleaved, his belly is hard and every muscle is clearly defined. Beneath, his buttocks are taut and firm.

Sujata getting fucked by servant Raghav

Let me first describe myself to you. I am Sujata, 30 years old, married, have a one year old son. I stay in Mumbai (India). I am 5 feet 7 inches, fair in colour, more then average looks. My vitals are 38-28-40.,My friends always told me that I should be a model as I had a very sexy body.
My husband died in road accident due to drunken driving, 4 years before and my son was taken away by his sister. So I shifted to my parent’s house and resumed my higher studies, so that I can independently work and earn a living.
My parents work due to which they travel a lot.We have a full time servant – cum – cook. His name was Raghav. He was around 55 years, with a very dark complexion. He otherwise had good facial features. I often noticed that he use to give me strange looks but I never cared. There was not much work for him as my parents love to stay out at night and party.
One day my parents told me they are going on a month long vacation with their friends to Europe. I was unable to come as my final exams was going on. They left on a month long holiday. Now the house was left entirely to me and Raghav, for one month.
That day I came back from my college after giving my last exam paper. I was feeling very relaxed and free. I took shower and ate. Raghav cleaned the table and went to his room. After watching some TV I went to my room.It was late night but I was unable to sleep. I went to the kitchen to get something to eat. It was dark in the lobby. I saw some light in the living room.

The Beach

Part 1
This is from last year; something that lead to an even more deeply erotic encounter that I will never ever forget as long as I live. I am sitting on my towel on a beach in Cannes with my fiance. It is hot, but a cool breeze flutters in from the Mediterranean Sea. I am in these dark blue bikini shorts and a matching top. I am admiring my own legs; yes I am vein, and big headed, and big busted. Well, I'm a C-cup – not huge boobs I guess but they look bigger because I'm quite petite: ribs and waist that in comparison make my breasts look fuller. Anyway, I am letting the sun wash over me – it's lovely. Then I am wondering if I should go topless. It wouldn't usually be a dilemma but my fiance's friend Neil is staying with us for a couple of nights. He is swimming a short distance away. I know James won't mind. A few girls nearby are just in their bottoms. There's one woman in this little blue beach skirt nearby who James has been discretely eying for the past ten minutes. I think, okay, to hell with it – and I unhook my top.
It feels so sweet to have the air on my boobs; to be young; beautiful; to be a fair Indian girl with thick, straight, shining black hair and dark eyes, large round nipples, and not embarrassed to show off.
Neil comes out of the water – and his eyes nearly come out of his head. It's so funny, he actually stops in his sandy tracks and stares for a moment, eyes glued to my naked upper body.

Sleeping with Sister

Hi I am Virtual and I am 28 years old and stay with my family. I have always had an attraction towards my sister. This was when I was 26 and my sister was 24. One day morning I was out brushing my teeth I noticed my younger sister was washing clothes, she was wearing her skirt but had taken her blouse off to wash it and her half-sari was covering her chest.
As I stood brushing my teeth, she raised her hands up revealing her small, wonderful breasts. I was stunned at the beauty of my sister's breasts. But I felt guilty that I was watching my sister's breasts and turned away. For few days I struggled with my feelings to my sister. Then one night I saw her breasts rising and falling with her regular breathing.
I wanted to caress those breasts but was afraid as I eagerly waited for the night. I started moving closely with her. One day I saw the opportunity to touch her breasts when she was sleeping. I thought it is worthwhile taking the chance with my sister. I spread palm and placed it gently over her left breast and kept it motionless for a long time enjoying the rise and fall of the breast in that short time.
After that one night, I started activity with my sister regularly when she would be in deep sleep. One day we were at home and our parents were out of station... we were watching TV and a lovemaking scene was going on... we were both a little embarrassed and looked at each other and smiled...
I asked her for a kiss on the cheeks and she agreed... then I asked her for a kiss on the lips and she denied this time...After that night, for a long duration we did not speak a word about this until our parents went out for a week. One night the moment I put my hand on her breast, she caught my hand. "Brother, what have you been doing", she said. I replied, sorry, please don't tell anybody.

Milk My Full Breasts

Since my baby was born eight months ago my sex life has taken a turn for
the worse. Sam, my husband, doesn’t seem very interested, other than an
occasional quickie, which leaves me feeling low, not wanted and sexually
frustrated.

I have worked hard to get myself back in shape and I think I have
succeeded very well. The only difference in my body, compared to
pre-pregnancy, is the fact that my breasts are much larger and full of
milk. I am still breast feeding my baby once a day.

The only problem is that I have a surplus of milk and have to express some
daily. To me, though, my **** look fantastic. They are large, firm and my
nipples are huge and always swollen and erect. That turns me on no end
and they feel extra sensitive and sensual. Sam, however, doesn't
seem to like them for some reason especially when my nipples poke
through my clothes. I think it looks hot and so very sexy as well as it does
feel so good.

Anyway, there I was feeling frustrated when my next door neighbor called
on me one morning. He's a decent guy and, while we chatted, I couldn't
help but notice that he was fascinated by my breasts. He seemed unable to
keep his eyes off them. I suppose I couldn't really blame him as my
nipples were firm and showing through my thin t-shirt.

my incest life

Hai readers, I am Maneesh from Kerala. I am a regular reader of ISS, especially the incest stories. I am going to tell you about my first incest experience which is also my first sex experience with my chachi which changed my life. My chachi Geetha, my father’s elder sister, who lives in the village with her husband. They run a tea shop near the house. We visit them on my vacations. This incident happened on my vacation after my plus two. One day chachi called my father and told chachu is ill and she needs help (both of her daughters were married). So my father sends me to the village and told me to take care of everything.
I took the first bus to the village. It is a remote area were most of the people were simple middle class. I reached chachi’s house by evening. The house had two bedrooms and the tea shop was just in front of the house. After dinner chachu told me to sleep with chachi and he will take the other room because he is ill. So I went to the room and waited for chachi to come. After completing her works chachi came to the room and switched off the light and slept near me. We discussed about my studies and other family matters and I don’t know when I slept.
About my chachi, she is 42, 5 feet 2 inch and a little plump woman. She has long black hair up to her waist and the boobs looks like tender coconut which are held very tightly in her bra. Her belly was flat and the belly button is too deep as it can contain full bucket water and a very nice round bottom. She was always aware of her dressing, she always tied her sari well above her navel and she always covered her boobs very carefully and there was no chance of any cleavage shows.