What I Never Thought Of

It is the first and most exciting experiencing an unplanned wife swapping with me.
It was the diwali vacation in kolkata and as usual I with my wife Ishika invited my school life friend Rajiv at our house to stay for the two days to enjoy diwali and patakhas.Rajiv is also married with Sangita a very beautiful and sexy lady with satisfying figure.Ishika is also sex-attractive with her weltoned tight but bursty figure.
In the afternoon Rajiv and Sangita came to our house.We enjoyed a lot.We had dinner.At that time also atleast I was not having any plan to have swapping.
After completing dinner we all went to terrace to chat and to see fire works.
After a short while Ishi told that she is so tired by preparing food and all,so she is going to bed.
Rest three of us contenued.And after some time Sangita also said excuse.
Rajiv decided to remain to stay on the terrace and I went out at our local club to celebrate.
There I spent two three hrs and returned having call from Sangita.
When I retuned found atmosphere is not just,Sangita wants to leave at night 2am.When I stopped her she started crying saying the most shocking news that Ishi and Rajiv was having sex in our bedroom.When they went to wash themselves she caught them.
Then they described the whole thing that.........................
Two bedrooms were in the same floor.When Rajiv returned for bed by mistake he entered our room.As ishi was sleeping lights were off.He directly went to bed.Ishi was covered with a bedcover and was oposite faced he could nor recognise Ishi.When under bedcover thinking Sangita he embressed he found Ishi is fully naked and not concious due to asleep.

Nancy Aunt

This incident occurred before I have met my Smitha mommy. I am a breast loving man. I always craved for breast milk and I loved feeding moms. I had the opportunity to suck my aunts and my neighbour and I loved to be their son.
I had an encounter with one of my distant relative. Her name is Nancy. She lives nearby my house and was in good touch with my family. Her husband is working in Sharjah and they have 3 boys- first ones being twins.
Nancy aunty is fair complexioned. She is about 155cm and is having a nice figure, not so lean and not so plump. She had perfect breasts and I really adore them. I can see her from my own house and I always watched her while she was sweeping the premises and washing clothes. I craved for the glimpse of her breasts through her nighty. Those glimpses really turned me on. Those views dragged me closer to her chest.
Occasionally, I will be called to her house for some help or as a company during night. One day, the parish arranged a 3 day retreat for the children and the children had to stay in the church at night. So I was called to her home and I readily accepted it.
I walked to her house at nightfall. She was there in her dark green nighty. I noticed that it projected her assets nicely as it was tight. I sat on the sofa and she came out from the kitchen with tea. When she came infront of me and bent down to place the cup on the table, her nighty neck got lowered and I got a feast for my eyes. Wow... what a lovely breasts...I forcibly took my eyes off and took the cup. She talked with me and time passed.
My mind was aching. Should I ask her? I was a little tensed...What if she takes it negative? I couldn’t afford losing her. If it goes wrong, my mother will come to know about everything. God...help me...

For Your Swapping Convenience

Pete and Karen sat side by side in the sand playing their made of game of "would you". The rules were simple; whoever walked by was rated by "yes I would" or "not on a bet". Not that either of them had ever followed up but it did make for some interesting foreplay talk.
Their sons were having a great time at the water's edge with the two other boys they had just met. Karen elbowed Pete; "Now here comes a definite for you" as both of them admired the dark haired woman walking to the water. She had on a one piece suit that displayed her more than ample cleavage. Karen knew her husband had always been a tit man and that her A cups still gave him pleasure but his eyes always went to the biggest tits around. Her dark hair was long and naturally wavy falling nicely over her shoulders. Her hips may have had a few extra pounds, but she had that built for comfort look.
As it turned out the dark haired beauty was the mother of the other two boys. Just then a short stocky guy trotted up next to her, clearly her husband.
It was Pete's turn to tease "bet you'd really have to spread wide for him and from the look in your eyes you would!"
"Yeah sure, you'd turn me over to the devil to get to those tits." laughed Karen.

Sir Rufus Enjoys Two Hot Servants

Eleonore's parents had a warm cottage and a happy family. The atmosphere in the cottage was intimate, loving and feminine.
The father played the flute and was always looking for wood to make new flutes. This was his downfall. After climbing into a box tree to get a fine branch, he fell and broke his spine.
It was a disaster for the family. The youngest was 8 years and the eldest was 18. Charity alone kept the family alive during the first hungry winter after the accident. Their mother had to work in the village. Knowing her to be tidy, clean, and honest she was given work as a milk maid and soon became expert.
The oldest child, Eleonore, was a sweet girl. She had a husky voice and, like her mum, worked as a milk maid in the village. As her own bust grew, the boys had long noticed her. But she protected her virginity.
The lad to whom Eleonore eventually gave her heart was Cuthbert. He had flaxen hair, strong limbs and a fresh smell. But the decisive factor was that her mother employed him for heavy work about the croft. Cuthbert became part of the family and Eleonore came to accept him as such. In their moments alone together he begged to see her breasts. She saw no reason to refuse and, as they kissed, enjoyed the feeling of his strong hands on her soft flesh. But she would go no further.

My First Sin

My husband and I went for a holiday to Himachal Pradesh with another couple, Rahul and Smita. In stead of spending our time at Simla, Kulu, etc, which were very crowded, we decided to visit the interiors of Himachal Pradesh. We hired a vehicle at Manali and set out to visit interesting locations. A local gentleman had given us the route maps and we worked out a travel plan for 3 days. First two days we explored the hills and enjoyed immensely. On the third day we were in a forest area, which was very lovely. At night, we stayed at a forest bungalow. The next day was scheduled for rest.
Next morning we took it easy and the driver was allowed to take rest. The caretaker of the bungalow told us about a temple adjacent to a hot spring. He said the spring is very popular among the foreign tourists. My husband and Smita were too exhausted after three days of long tours. They did not want to go because the spring was at a long distance and we had to walk. Rahul and I decided to go.
After walking half an hour we realised that we had to walk at least another half an hour more up the hill. There was a clean street side teashop and we went in. As we were about to order tea, we found that a group of foreign tourists were drinking beer. We were told that beer was available in the shop and we were delighted. We had two bottles each and I felt a bit tipsy. Rahul wanted to have more and ordered another bottle. From his bottle Rahul poured in my glass and finally we equally shared the bottle. Rahul lighted a cigarette and I shared it with him. Although I had given up smoking long time back, I love smoking while drinking. Since I wanted another cigarette, Rahul thought another beer would be right and we finally ended up finishing three bottles each.

Salma Was Much More

Some months back I was in Delhi and I went to a beauty clinic. I wanted a facial. The girl took me to a separate cubicle and asked me to take off my blouse and the sari. After I took off my blouse, she unhooked my bra and made me lie down with a towel covering my top. After doing my face, the girl was doing my throat and the area below. She also did my neck and back (making me sit up). In the process, my bra was removed.
Her hands went to the sides and were touching my armpit hair. As she felt my bushy armpits she offered to wax my armpit and whole body, but I refused. Then I realised her hands were going down and moving over my breasts & cleavage and at times touching my nipples. Though in other clinics they do touch the breasts it's restricted to the upper part and they never touch the nipples. This was not expected but I was feeling good and to signal the girl to continue I made light humming sound. She got the signal and continued at the breast with increased pressure with her fingers playing on the nipples. I really felt the pleasure and enjoyed it in silence.
I got into the mood and wanted to find out what more was possible. As she finished and cleaning me up with a wet towel, I asked her if body massage was done in the clinic. She said yes but by some other lady. As I asked for a body massage, she went out and another lady wearing a kaftan came in. She was in her fifties, was very tall and had a nice figure. She looked very nice in her salt & pepper hair. The lady made me stand up and the towel fell off. She said never mind and kept the towel away. She very casually untied my petticoat strings and took it off and I had no panty inside. I was thunder struck; I could never imagine that a customer could be made to undress like this in an Indian beauty clinic.

Freedom From Clothes Party

Monday (20th March) was an experience of a lifetime. We were invited to a great party for holi. My husband told me in advance that it would be a nude party. But he did not have an idea what it would be like. We flew down to Delhi the day before just to attend the party. The host was a rich man but not very well known. I only once attended such a party in Calcutta, which ended in an orgy. But that was at the end, more or less result of drunkenness. It was not a very enjoyable one for me because I don’t enjoy open multiple sex. I was a little apprehensive of this nude party and was not sure what to expect. Understanding my uneasiness, my husband called up the host on Sunday to find out more. The hostess talked to me on phone and assured me that everything would be in good taste. She asked us to come over half an hour earlier so that I could be put to ease. She told me to put on something very casual, as dress was rather unimportant!
Next morning, the host’s car picked us up and we were there nearly forty-five minutes early. Both host and the hostess greeted us with open arms, in a literal sense of the term. The host, a tall handsome bald man in his mid-fifties, hugged me really tight and kissed my cheeks, forehead, ears and finally my lips, lightly of course. I instantly liked the man.
The lady was almost the same age as her husband and very graceful. She was very tall, about 5’10’’, fairly trim and had beautiful straight knee-length salt and pepper hair. She was wearing just a colourful very short kurta (just covering her hips), which fitted a little tightly and her legs were bare. The curves of her breasts and hips showed so prominently that I felt she had no undergarments inside.

Special Big Black Delivery

My husband Neil is at work and I am home alone, I have just stepped out of the shower and I'm feeling horny. I lie on the bed and start to tease myself with my finger, mmm my pussy juices are flowing and I am already so moist. I lean across the bed and reach for the drawer that holds all my big black dildos. I reach in and take several out and stand them at the side of the bed, then my hand grasps the biggest big black dildo I own, yes this will do nicely!! My husband Neil loves to watch me play and cum hard on a big black dildo. He has bought me several and my collection is continually growing. The latest is a 12 inch long 7 inch thick huge dildo, and Neil has taken great pleasure in watching my pussy stretch over it, he encourages me to take it deeper wanting to see me take it till just the balls are left slapping against my thighs. It is so thick and my pussy stings when it stretches over it but I am feeling really dirty today so I will play with it at home alone. Shame Neil is working as he would love to see me try to take this cock again. I set up the laptop to video myself playing and press record. Neil can watch me later when he gets home, shame for him to miss out, and I know how horny this will make him!
I just start to tease the entrance to my pussy with the big black dildo when the doorbell goes. Damn I will have to answer that as Neil is expecting a parcel delivery today. I quickly slip on a black silk robe and hurry downstairs, leaving the dildo on the bed ready for my return. As I open the front door I see the delivery man is a big black guy with huge muscles bulging through his tight fitting t shirt. His muscles are popping at the weight of the parcel. I step aside and ask 'Do you mind bringing that parcel into the house please, it is obviously too heavy for me to lift!'

Story of an Indian Village Woman

My hubby was a great fucker in the early years after marriage. He knew all the tricks of making me happy. I suspected he was very experienced in fucking women, though he never admitted. He fucked me in all the positions and before each fuck he used his fingers & tongue so well on my breasts, nipples, bellybutton, thighs, even in the asshole and most of the time I climaxed before the first fuck. (O jiv ar angul diye amar mai, maier bonta, nabhi, uru, emonki ponder phuto te porjyonto emon khela khelto, je ami prothom chodar agei jol khosiye pheltam.) And then he fucked me with such gusto, I can't tell you. (Ar or choday emon josh chhilo, je ki bolbo.). He fucked me in all positions, from top, from behind in doggie style and even in standing position. (Amake, bibhinno bhabe chudto, opor theke, pechhon theke, emonki danriye.)
Sometimes, he asked me to fuck him from top. Placing my cunt on his rod I moved my hips up & down and he pushed back his rod in return stroke. (Ami amar gud or danday bosiye pacha opor nich kortam ar o ulte amar gude banda chapto.) He taught me to contract & expand the passage of my cunt alternately on his cock and that gave him & me an extra kick. (O amake banda bhetore rekhe gud dhile ar tight korte sikhiyechhilo. Ar tate o ar ami dujonei onek beshi moja petam.) He sometimes fucked me in my ass too. (O amake majhe majhe pondeo chudto) He also taught me how to suck a cock properly. Sucking his cock later became an obsession for me. Often I made him discharge his full load inside my mouth. (O amake sikhiyechhilo ki kore bhalobhabe banda chuste hoy. Pore banda choshata amar kachhe neshar moto hoye giyechhilo. Prayi ami oke chushtam je o bandar rosh chhere amar mukher bhetorta bhore ditto.)

Anniversary Adventure

It started out as one of those mistakes. We had gone to the beach for our anniversary and requested our special room at the motel, the one where we had spent a beautiful and very hot weekend on our first anniversary. It is not the nicest hotel in Cape May but it was a short walk to the beach, and it was our motel. I checked us in and was handed a key. We went up to the room, walked in and there were still suitcases in the room, clothes lying around and the sounds of someone in the shower. The shower stopped immediately when my husband and I entered.
A man's head poked out of the shower, "Can I help you?" he asked.
"I am so sorry, I was given this key for this room," I stuttered. "It must be some mistake. May I call the desk?"
The man introduced himself as Tom and said, "Sure go ahead." I heard some giggling in the room as I called.
The desk clerk spoke quietly into the phone, I could barely hear him.
"But we come here this weekend every year." I said. "Do you have another room? Can you refer us to another hotel? What do you mean no rooms anywhere? What do you mean 40 minutes away?"
I looked up to see I had an audience, my husband and a couple both dressed in towels were looking at me expectantly.

The First Party

As I write this story I am changing our names for privacy but the rest of the story is completely, well mostly, true. We had invited some couples over to our house for drinks and fun. It was, almost, our first time at swinging, at least full everything-on-the-table swap, and we were a little nervous. But more than that we were charged. Tim had a hard-on all day just thinking about it and I, I had been wet for a week. Tim, who is just a little taller than I am looked great in his jeans, sheer white shorts underneath and just a leather vest. I love his chest hair, just the right amount to run my fingers through and make trails as I slide one finger down his chest and belly to his most delicious places.
I smiled nervously next to him as I checked out the entry way. I had placed flowers around, made a number of delicious hors d'oeuvres and placed decanters of wine and glasses. I looked at Tim, in my heels I was nearly as tall as he was. I had dressed to show off my legs, my dress was long and flowed around my knees. Tim was smiling at me and I quickly lifted up my skirt and his eyes traced up my stockings to where they stopped and my brief black panties started. There was already a small wet spot on them. My skirt flowed up over my hips and ended at my suspenders which moved up over a black lacy bra. It was a little funky but fun. I smiled at Tim and at the look in his eyes as he looked at me.

New Side of My Wife Jaya

A little background first. Hi! I am Ajay. As is common in India, I got married at an early age of 22. It was an arranged marriage to a girl (my wife) named Jaya. Being virgins, both Jaya and I were fairly ill informed about sex. With my knowledge coming from watching porn and hers...well hers was no existent.
Since we got married in 2007, we were a bit prudish in department the sex knowledge or so i think. Though we did have sex, it was not on the first night (as I would have liked). Jaya was a bit shy and wanted some time to get comfortable first. So as it happens, the first time we had sex, it was during our honeymoon in Maldives.
As time passed we did learn quite a few things and soon it was enjoyable for the both of us. Also soon after the honeymoon we got pregnant and were blessed with the most amazing little thing on Earth; named Natasha. This led to Jaya being a housewife and looking after the kid. I on the other hand, being a proprietor of an international company had to frequently travel. Now we were based in Kolkata, with our families back in Rajasthan, so as our daughter grew up we started going out to parties on occasion.

Mohan got his mother’s milk

It was after midnight at the Nair house and everyone in the family was in bed for the night. Everyone that is, except for Sushila and her son, Mohan. This was not the first night that the mother and son had stayed up after everyone else had gone to bed, and they both knew that it wouldn’t be the last. For, Sushila had recently become her son’s concubine. She had noticed her son showing interest in her and actively encouraged him until they finally got together when they were visiting Sushila’s mother in their village. They could not hide their love affair for very long from other family members. When he came to know about it, Mohan’s father Kuttan Nair did not mind his wife and son having an affair. After five children with Sushila, he was a bit tired of sex with her. Further, he had his own interest in his fourteen year-old daughter Mala. He now saw the opportunity to reveal his love for her and take her to his bed.
Everybody in the house knew about the affair between mother and son. Only outside the house, Sushila and Mohan behaved like mother and son. Inside the house, they were practically husband and wife. Mohan even wanted to call his mother by her name rather than Amma. But Sushila insisted that he call her Amma. When he called her Amma when they are making love, Sushila felt a special thrill. Mohan sat in an overstuffed chair across from Sushila who sat on the couch. He studied his young mother as he had so many times recently, realizing all over again just how lucky he was to have such a gorgeous, sexy mother as his lover. Sushila was only thirty-one years old, having married

The Play

Part 1 :
Discovering that your wife of twenty years has betrayed you can be devastating, especially if it hits you without warning. Perhaps a little explanation is necessary. My wife' Jessica and I met, courted and married over twenty years ago. She was the only woman for me, a fact I recognised after our first date. Way back then, she was an attractive blonde with a shapely figure and long legs and she still is. Standing at five six in her bare feet, she was only a couple of inches shorter than me.
To cut a long story short, within eighteen months, she became my wife, Jess Fuller. Over the years, she has retained that attractiveness and figure despite bearing me two sons, now both off our hands and making their way in the world. I told you she had retained her great figure and I wish the same could be said for myself. I had put on more than a few extra pounds and my hair, always on the thin side had started to get even thinner. I wasn't bald, but moving that way. Jess had complained occasionally that I was getting fat and encouraged me to take action to stop the slide and I had responded and started to shed a few pounds through regular exercise and diet adjustments. There wasn't much I could do about my receding hair line, but at least I was trying to restore my appearance and hopefully my attractiveness to my wife.

Life Story

Well let me introduce myself first, my name starts with S, and I am a male, mid 30's and stand 6 Ft. tall, whitish brown color. I am well endowed with eight inch penis which is thick and I am muscular.
I am here with the first story of my life incidence as I had the privilege to have sex with so many woman and I will be sharing all of that with u guys sometimes it may get a little boring but stick with me because I am brutally honest and I am in a crusade to share my experiences, so come with me in my life's sexual roller-coaster.
This First story of my life series is dedicated to the love of my life my SIL (bhabhi).
Well it started when I was in my college and my cousin brother got married, he married a beautiful Bengali girl. (Let's name her M for reference).
Well first I did not notice her as I was busy with my GF's and I used to look her as my bhabhi (SIL) as I should! Things turned to change due to a long string of incidences, like when she used to bend in front of me I could see her breasts or when she used to wear sari (which she does often) I could see her cleavage and could see her waist and navel and that changed my perspective towards her and I could no longer keep the pious relation and started to fantasies about her when I used to masturbate, always thinking about her breasts and her waist and navel (I think I have still to see such beautiful navel in my life).

Sasur Fucked Bahu In Aggresive

Sarvasstri ( sastri) is the daughter in law of my neighbour married just a few days earlier but in the honeymoon itself she came out of the bedroom wiping that her husband has not penis but a neuter gender . All assembled on her cry but many try to console her but in vain . She told it is her life time problem and she has been cheated by her in law family as they showed her a new boy strong and stout and married her with this penis less effeminate . Her mother in law took her to their bedroom and try to console her but it was not possible on her part to calm down. At last her father in law came and try to talk to her but she vehemently refused any other talk except her sexual fulfillment. Her mother in law told she should calm down .She told if his son is not capable to fuck her to her satisfaction she will not be starved for sex as his father in law is a great fucker and he can satisfy her to her heart content .She told how she can fuck with a father in law.Her father in law told it is nothing but get free from starvation and for starvation there is no harm to eat what ever come to the hand.Hearing this she calm down to some extent but sat in sad mood. Morning came and all relatives left .
They took their lunch sitting in one table. Her mother in law told her not to feel otherwise and her desire will be fulfilled. Her husband admit his inefficiency and told her to have patience till the evening and she will be fucked by a big and thick and excessive hard and strong penis . She remain silent and after dinner all went to sleep except her husband and her father in law. Her husband told he has married her and he should show the seed by licking her pussy. Her father in law told her not to shy and show her pussy so that he can lick and lubricate otherwise it is not possible on her part to tolerate his penis.

You Are Invited

You're invited to gambling party- couples only-anything goes
We've had two experiences with wild sex--our visit to the cottages, and our poker game, both of which you can find in our other stories--and we remember them fondly, so one night we decided it was time for a third. We wanted to plan a real extravaganza this time. After much discussion we came up with an idea and decided that we would invite the couples we got to know, intimately, from the cottages and the poker game but also put an ad in a swingers web site, because, for this, the more the merrier. We sent out the invitations. You're invited to a gambling party--Couples only-Anything goes-Dress in formal wear. We chose a picture we took at the cottages, of my wife and Theresa bent over the table and me playing with Theresa's pussy and Rick's cock halfway in my wife's pussy, and, since the theme was gambling and the attire was formal, also a picture of a slot machine with a man in a tux and a woman in an evening gown. Then we sent the invitations to Theresa and David, Fiona and Rick from the cottages, Gunner and Inge, Annabelle and Michael, and Henry and Bridgett, from out poker game and also posted it on the web.
We got some interesting replies to our invitation. One was just an envelope with one word Yes, another was a picture of red lips around a stiff cock, one from Henry and Bridgett, who were still new at this, was a brief note, we will be there. All in all, with the ad, we got 11 acceptances, so with us, 12 couples- 12 pussies, 12 cocks. We began preparing.

Milky Bhabies’ Marriage In A Sexual Way And Honey Sex

Hi this is babu again after the 3 some we had in the garden we all went into the house and took bath and ate food .We started to prepare for the marriage .I selected the dresses the makeups and the various jewellery for marriage .I selected a black saree for parveen with a g string blouse which was so small that only nipps was covered and all the boobs were hanging and the pallu was put in between the 2 boobs.Vijaya was given a red saree with a string blouse to expose all the boobs and little bit of nipps seen string bikini panty.Sunitha was given a yellow saree with no blouse or bra only saree covering boobs thread panty.All had anklets and jasmine flowers with open hair lipstick kajal ,toe ring nose ring earrings
Mangalsutra was a yellow thread in between the boobs.I tied a thread around the waist black one with bell so that when i fuck ,i must hear the sound told all of them to tie saree just 2inches below navel and show the ass crack behind.
I was nude with the cock fully in show .I lit a fire annd that was the homa for marriage.I told parveen ammi vijayaakka and sunitha anni to stand in a line .I went near parveen and smooched her and asked her whether she will be my wife she moaned and said i will.Then i applied sindoor on her forehead pulled her pallu down mixed ghee with sindoor annd applied on her nipps ,in her huge navel ,cunt and ass,same thing i did with vijaya and sunitha.I said we have to take seven rounds around the pyre in seven different ways.I said to sunitha first step is to hold my cock in her hand and go around the pyre all three did .Second step is to put cock in mouth and go around the pyre all did it.Third step is to put cock in cunt and move around pyre all did it.

Dr.Roy’s ‘Treatment’ For Kiran

The next morning in Kolkata – Kiran was waiting at the visitor’s area of the private chambers of Dr. Roy. Dr. Roy was a famous counselor who deals with psychiatric problems. She had taken a prior appointment, and was fifteen minutes early for it. While she waited, she rehearsed in her mind what she wanted to say, and what she thought she should hide.
Off late she had been staying really upset. The guilt of cheating on Gautam had been very hard to bear, and that made her very absent minded. It was later when her mother advised her to visit a counselor that she gave it a thought. Though her mother didn’t knew what was upsetting her, she had simply given her the advice to get sorted whatever the matter was.
Initially Kiran had felt it a little absurd to talk to an outsider about her problem. But later she thought better of it, and decided to meet the counselor for whatever relief he could provide.
“Mrs. Chatterjee?” a voice woke her up from her thoughts. And as she looked up, she saw a young lady, probably the doctor’s assistant, calling out her name.
“The doctor will see you now” she said and then led her inside the chamber.
It was a small and cozy chamber. The assistant led her inside and then left them together. Dr. Roy, a man in his late forties, looked up at her and then greeted her with a broad smile. “Kiran, right?” he asked, “come, have a sit, be comfortable” he added.
And as Kiran sat on the plush chair in-front of the desk, the doctor took a notepad out and started scribbling something. He started by asking a few general questions, like her name, whether she was married, whether she used to work or not, etc. pretty general questions, and he scribbled those down on the notepad.

Teen Lured To Sex Service

Recently I happened to meet a girl, who told me her shocking story. She was lucky enough to escape from becoming a prostitute. Pooja could complete her studies and is working in an office with a decent salary. And it is there we met and became friends. We were staying in the same room and to tell the truth, had some intimate moments, though we are not lesbians. It was during such moments, she told me her early age sex experience.
It all started when she was in the Junior College. She was very close with one of the primary teacher, who was about 26. This lady, Jaya madam, as Pooja called her, used to take her out for coffee or sometimes to shopping and buy her gifts and chocolates. While roaming out Jaya maam used to get some phone calls and she would immediately drop Pooja at the near bus stand and take auto and go somewhere. One day Pooja asked her where she goes in such a hurry. Jaya asked her whether she would like to meet some young boys of plus two. Pooja was very shy but curious. Jaya did not force her, but would tell her in many occasions how exciting it would be to be touched and kissed by handsome young boys! Finally Pooja agreed to go with her.
Jaya told her, she would take to one Rekha madams flat and there they can meet these boys, if she likes she can sit with them and have fun. Finally Pooja agreed and one day Jaya called her early from the college and took her to a very posh society.
When they reached the flat, they were very lovingly invited inside by middle aged good looking lady. She was Rekha. Rekha, patted Poojas, cheeks and said,”as you said, Jaya, she is really very beautiful”. Come inside and have some cool drinks.

My Best Friend's Mom And My First Encounter

This story began at the same time with my first encounter with breastmilk, as it includes my best friend's mom so i didn't mentioned about her in my previous story. But, now my friend allowed me to write the incident which changed my life a bit..Me and my best friend are really very close we usually hang out with each other only and sometimes it's my house for night out and sometimes it's his house and same for studies. Our parents love us very much his mother treats me as her son and my mother treats him as same.. As his father came to home very late mostly it was his house for the hangout. his father was a restaurant owner. He usually went at 10 am and would return at 12.00 most of the time and more late too. He was a very nice man and he treated me as his son too.
Those who have read my first encounter with........ will know evevrything. But for all a little summary for them i used to drink breast milk from my teacher but nothing sexual it was maternal. she loved me and i loved her too...
i told my by best friend about it and he was asking me to allow him to be breastfeed from my teacher but i couldn't ask her about it as it was not sexual she loved me as her son. So he got little upset and told me it's Ok.. Then after few days he told me he didn't want my teacher's milk as he knew that her mother was pregnant and soon she is going to deliver a baby and she will be full of milk. i said to him that if her mother allowed him to be breastfeed from her then i will ask my teacher to breastfeed him as well, he was happy and i said to him i want to breastfeed from her mom too, he agreed and hugged me and said to me that i am his brother.. we both were very happy then and we were eagerly waiting for the delivery.. My teacher was still feeding me her milk at that time..

Gigolo with cuckold husband and his beautiful wife

It was already 11:30. My client had said in her mail that she would pick me up by 11. Not that I was nervous. I had done this…Damn!!! I don’t even remember how many times I had done this before. It started out as a means to earn some extra cash on the side,but now I was in love with this part time job.
I Got to meet and greet women of all classes,castes,tastes,shapes and sizes,and I loved fucking them all.Fucking their brains out. Nothing gave me more pleasure than to have a woman moaning in pleasure under me,or over me for that matter. Receiving the payment came a close second.
It started very unexpectedly,I didn’t fall for one of those several scams on the net or the newspapers,I was never even interested in becoming a “gigolo”,but one fortunate meeting with a boss’s ex wife,and then being introduced to her social circle. I was always tall and handsome, never cockily or confidently so,but I knew I was.
I just didn’t realise that even guys can make an easy life out of being easy meat. Of course the fact that I am well educated and can pass myself off as a sophisticated man helped the cause too. My mind came back to my present scenario when I heard the DJ announce the last track for the night.
Thanks to the new Government’s laws,Kolkata had succumbed to a rather unusual Cinderella hour. Pubs which used to stay open till the wee hours of morning,would now shut down even before the clock struck midnight. I looked at my watch,11:45. AngelEyes2011 (that was my client’s mail handle) still hadn’t showed up.

My Second Breastfeeding

I had asked my mom if I was breastfed. She can't remember. It's not that she is dumb or forgetful, but she is 65 years old, had five kids, and did not nurse all of them. I remember as a child seeing my mother bare breasted and even asking her what breasts were for. Gee, I must have been 4 or 5 years old, but she was straightforward and told me that's how mommas fed their babies. I have such a fascination for breasts and breastfeeding. I figure either I breastfed a lot, or not at all and those extremes is what gives me such a drive for nursing.
My mom is not a glamour queen but she is my mom and I love her. I have a picture of her with my pops when they were first married and she was quite the looker back in the day. Five babies takes a toll out of a woman's body so men's heads may not turn for her anymore, but she is a wonderful woman to me. I have to admit, because of my "breast fetish", if you will, I continually notice her rather large sagging breasts. She's very conservative, but living in the same house affords me the opportunity to see her in her nightgown. It's the type that buttons down the front and is slightly translucent allowing a bit of the areola to show through when the gown material is pressed against the breast. Her most prominent feature is her nipples. When erect, they make an impression through her bra material and shirt/blouse, and she tends to wear the industrial strength type bras. Of course I knew this because I have secretly checked out her bras and their size from the dirty clothes hamper, 44DD. Mom gets up rather early so she tends to do a lot of morning tasks in her nightgown, especially if she has no where to go first thing. These are the times I have gotten the best views of her in her nightgown.

Breast feeding, Lactating and Incest

Jony and Roby are best friends. Jony’s parents died in a car accident when he was 18. After that accident he lives with his grandmother. One day after school when Jony said women liked young boys and told Roby about fucking his Kakima(Aunt).Roby also told Jony about seeing his mother’s breast when she breastfed his little sister. After fucking Kakima(Aunt),Jony is very horny now. Sometimes when he was at Roby’s house, he tried to see his (Roby) best friend’s mother breasts. But only one time when she bent down to keep the tray down the table, he could not refrain his eyes devouring the wiggling motions of Roby’s mother great breasts. Her breasts cleavage made a deep valley inside her blouse and the more it entered he saw milky white colored complexion inside her. When she was keeping the tray down, her sari's pallu fell from her breast, revealing the big mounds of her pair of tits clad in tight blouse to him. Roby’s mother instantly gathered the sari to its right place, but the glimpse was enough for Jony to guess how big his friend’s mother tits really were. Talking he could see the deep cleavage of her magnificent breasts. Also he could see wet around her breast area ---- she might be leaking milk. umumumum!!! Even under the blouse and tight nylon bra, they were trying to come out of the confinement. He could not think anything now other than how sexy it would be to see those big fleshy tits of his friend’s mother naked. So, he asked his friend questions about his mother’s breasts. How he saw his mother’s breastfeeding? Did she always breastfeed in front of him?

Shabeer having sex with his Mom

Hi I'm Shabeer from Kerala. I'm 19 years old. I'm an engineering student. I live in Cochin with my mom and sisters. My dad is doing business abroad. Here I'm gonna write down my experience, the sex with my mom and her best friend Nadiya. My mom shahana is 38 years old and she is a chubby hot milf with big boobs and chubby ass.
My mom and Nadiya were close friends and both of them were prostitutes. My mom and nadiya aunty do sex with other men for their pleasure. Nadiya aunty used to come to our home everyday since I was 10 years old. She was then around 20 years of age. Now she is around 29 years of age and she is having good assets. She is living alone with her 2 daughters like us.
When she comes to our home she wears only salwar like my mom. Both of them don't wear burga like other muslim women. They are completely modern and so beautiful and hot. It was the beginning of my one month summer holiday after the first year engineering exams. I was all alone in my house watching movies and porn videos as my mom and sisters went for shopping.
While I was watching porn somebody rang the calling bell. I switch off the computer screen and went to the door to look who it was. I was so shocked that it was Nadiya aunty in her salwar and kameez showing her cleavage. She came in without saying anything and sat on the sofa. She had full freedom in our house. She asked 'where is your mom? Shabeer'.
I said that they went to the city for shopping. She was all exhausted and tired. I knew that she was with somebody all night that's why she is tired. She sat on the sofa waiting for my mom. I went back to my room and continue watching the porn videos. After sometime Nadiya aunty knocked on my door and asked 'can I come in Shabeer?'. I said 'of course aunty come in'.

Sangeeta Di Aag: Fucking Without Husband

“Thoda zore se. Bahut maza aa raha hai. Ooh. Kya baat hai. Aur. Aur. Aur zor se. Wah kitna lamba hai aapka. Mujhe itna acha lag raha hai. Aaah. Aaaah. Aapka land bahut maza deta hai. Aah.”
“Tum khud bhi to itni tight ho, jaanam. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Mera land tumhe paa ke bahut lamba time khada ho jata hai. HOoh. HOoh.” He panted as he pushed his dick inside me.
He pounded and stroked in and out of my tight vagina in full force. It felt like this thick hot rod wanted to tear away and exit from my ass. His strokes were hard, hard… I mean terrificcccallly haaaaard. He supported his body on His strong arms and fucked me royally. And I encouraged him with my moaning.
My name is Sangeeta. I’m having a fucking affair with my father in law, Shri Arman. We live in a small town close to Conoor in a big farm. My husband, Shamsher is an officer in the army. I got married about one and half year ago. I live here with my father in law and mother in law. Shamsher is posted in Leh and visited us last year in December.
We had a nice first night and I enjoyed losing my virginity to my husband. Then we went on our honeymoon to Kumarakom. We enjoyed sex a lot, particularly me. I had educated myself in sex thru books and blue films. I learnt the art of seducing my man and used the skills for my sex life with Shamsher.
It is my intention to try out all the sexual positions that are shown in the ‘Kamasutra’. I have had several orgasms and enjoy when Shamsher inserts his finger and masturbates me. I spread my legs and ask him to dig deeper. He sucks my boobs and kisses me like an expert.

Friends

ONE: PAULA
Sitting himself at the side of Paula at the dinner table, Alan admired her dress. 'Suits you,' he said. It was dark blue, with a side opening down the thigh, which revealed a long leg as it swished open, and an open neckline, showing a generous amount of cleavage. 'I'm surprised John lets you wear it.' John was Paula's husband, and well-known jealous one at that. So it had come as a surprise to Alan, when, a few months earlier John had propositioned him for a wife swap. One Alan had not taken seriously, though it had been seriously meant. He knew that John was really smitten by June and would love to fuck her. It also meant that Paula was wanting to go to bed with Alan. She had often teased him, but he hadn't realized that she was serious. She herself was attractive enough, though not would you would call beautiful. A brunette with large breasts and wide hips. Alan had often speculated on what might be hiding between them. But then, he always speculated what was hidden between any lady's thighs.
'Maybe he wants to show me off,' she smiled. She was already a little tipsy with the sherry and wine.
'Well, he's succeeded,' Alan laughed, laying a hand on her exposed upper thigh. Paula didn't make any move to push it off, allowing it to gently stroke the skin. In fact, she was enjoying the sensation of Alan's hand stroking her.

Jharkhand guy threesome sex with wife and saali

After reading such beautiful stories of sex in your blog, I am tempted to write my own sex story also. I am currently on 40, an average looking, well built, ht 5 ft 7 in, and as they say has become naughty after forty. I come from Jamshedpur, Jharkhand. Name.....?...Does it matter? So leave it.
Not very long ago I was a very simple man, with no wild activities means absolutely no relationship in school or college. Even after coming to a mega city like Delhi for a very decent career, I was aloof from girls. But as I approached thirty, my sexual desires started giving me sleepless nights. I used to fantasize about Aiswarya rai, Madhuri Dixit etc and sag.
Finally I was married to a girl from my native place. She is beautiful and loving wife and we had two sons over a period. Our sex life was going good. And I was happy with my life. When my wife become pregnant for second time we decided to have delivery in the city itself, as sending her to our native place would have impacted my first son's schooling.
Hence my sis in law was send by my inlaws to take care of her sister's pregnancy. Her name is Juhi, age 22 years. She had completed her graduations last year from a very good college in Jamshedpur. After few days of stay with us, she had taken over the house hold chores and managing everything quite efficiently. My wife was quite satisfied with the arrangement.
One sunday afternoon my wife and son were sleeping and I was watching TV. She sat beside me and started watching TV. Suddenly she asked "jeejaji you must be frustrated nowadays? Isn't it". I said, "why?" "Because didi is pregnant",she said. "Why should I be frustrated? " I asked back. "I thought you are not getting your desires fulfilled by her." she answered.