I was already planning my next visit to my mother-in-law's house. But a few things transpired that prevented me from implementing my plan in the subsequent weeks. I got a temporary assignment in the north and I had to leave my wife at her mother's house and attend to it, and did not come back until it was close to my wife's delivery.
It was/is customary for the wife to be in her mother's house for the delivery of her baby.
I had heard that my sister-in-law would also be there and the prospect of meeting her excited me.
But what I did not know was that our fuck sessions had been very productive. There she was standing, looking radiant, with a flushed face - and a nice little bump in her belly. She smiled as she saw me looking her over. I was elated and sad at once. Happy that she was pregnant, and sad that I wouldn't be able to fuck her.
But she couldn't have been more than two months in, right? We can still have sex. I fucked my wife well into her fifth month. In fact, she was horny as hell throughout her pregnancy. So yeah, I had a chance.
Sunday 2 August 2020
Mom and Daughters - SIL
I realized in my teens that the only way I could fuck a girl was by getting married to her. I was the usual very gawky, shy, not so smart, not so manly man, growing up in a stuck up, conservative Indian society. I wasn't handsome or cute or rich or any of the things that are girls and found attractive. I had talked to girls some, but was scared to get into any relationship or have any sort of contact, afraid of what society would make of it.
Of course, I fantasized and masturbated a lot until then. But suddenly at 23, I had a degree in engineering and a government job and was a great prospect as a husband with a great future. I found girls' families lining up and girls themselves interested in talking to me though I am sure I came through as a blubbering idiot.
My wedding was arranged to a girl from one of the good families we had known for a long time, as long as I remember. She was the younger of two sisters with the older one being of my age. At the time of my wedding, the older girl was married for about 3 years, but had had no children as yet. Rumors has started floating that she was barren and the chances were that the second girl (my prospective wife) would be barren too. But a rich dowry put paid to all those rumors in my parents' minds. A new car can make you deaf.
Of course, I fantasized and masturbated a lot until then. But suddenly at 23, I had a degree in engineering and a government job and was a great prospect as a husband with a great future. I found girls' families lining up and girls themselves interested in talking to me though I am sure I came through as a blubbering idiot.
My wedding was arranged to a girl from one of the good families we had known for a long time, as long as I remember. She was the younger of two sisters with the older one being of my age. At the time of my wedding, the older girl was married for about 3 years, but had had no children as yet. Rumors has started floating that she was barren and the chances were that the second girl (my prospective wife) would be barren too. But a rich dowry put paid to all those rumors in my parents' minds. A new car can make you deaf.
Saturday 1 August 2020
Young Wife from India Ch. 02
I did not see much of Aruna after Prakash’s return. Things got suddenly frantic at the office and I was making arrangements to expand my team by getting more resources from India. Aruna enrolled in a local community college for some course and got occupied with that. We also got news that Prakash would be needed for an extended period of time at the regional office, at least a week every month. I was excited. This would potentially give me more time with Aruna. Wow!
One evening, she stopped by my apartment as I was preparing for a jog. She looked apprehensive.
I said, “Oh Aruna! Prakash has to go away on work for a week from next Monday. I can’t wait to be with you. I want this so badly!” But I stopped when I saw she did not share my excitement.
I asked, “Aruna, Is everything okay?” I pulled her close and hugged her. I got the familiar scent of her hair, and felt the softness of her breasts against mine. I felt my desire rising. She realized the effect she was having on me and pulled away.
“Oh Sir! Did Prakash not tell you?” she looked up at me. “He wants me to come with him this time because it is a week, maybe longer. I will have to go with him. We are leaving this Friday so we can have the weekend there. He has made plans.”
One evening, she stopped by my apartment as I was preparing for a jog. She looked apprehensive.
I said, “Oh Aruna! Prakash has to go away on work for a week from next Monday. I can’t wait to be with you. I want this so badly!” But I stopped when I saw she did not share my excitement.
I asked, “Aruna, Is everything okay?” I pulled her close and hugged her. I got the familiar scent of her hair, and felt the softness of her breasts against mine. I felt my desire rising. She realized the effect she was having on me and pulled away.
“Oh Sir! Did Prakash not tell you?” she looked up at me. “He wants me to come with him this time because it is a week, maybe longer. I will have to go with him. We are leaving this Friday so we can have the weekend there. He has made plans.”
Young Wife from India Ch. 01
During the IT boom of the late eighties and early nineties, most mid-to-large companies in the US out-sourced their IT work to India based technology firms. As a Senior Account Manager for one such firm, I was responsible for identifying, selling and staffing projects at the American companies.
A project in early spring one year brought me to a quiet, modestly populated midwestern city. I had identified a smart guy in my parent company in India to execute the project and was waiting for him to join me. I had known him from my visits to our HQ. He was young, fresh out of college, nerdy, smart and hardworking. I was glad to have him and hoped he would be the first of many I would need to build a good team.
When all the documentation and formalities were completed, I was surprised to learn that he was going to have his newly married wife and mother-in-law in tow!
He was as green as they come. I had seen and worked with a lot of guys in the same position and had brought them up to speed in different parts of the US, wherever my projects took me, and Prakash was no different. This was his first visit to the US. I took him under my wings and showed him the ropes. For instance, he had not driven a car in his life so it fell upon me to drive him around initially. He had a long way to go in terms of his taste in work clothes and I helped him fix his wardrobe. As expected, he hit the ground running as far as work was concerned and I had no concerns from this quarter.
A project in early spring one year brought me to a quiet, modestly populated midwestern city. I had identified a smart guy in my parent company in India to execute the project and was waiting for him to join me. I had known him from my visits to our HQ. He was young, fresh out of college, nerdy, smart and hardworking. I was glad to have him and hoped he would be the first of many I would need to build a good team.
When all the documentation and formalities were completed, I was surprised to learn that he was going to have his newly married wife and mother-in-law in tow!
He was as green as they come. I had seen and worked with a lot of guys in the same position and had brought them up to speed in different parts of the US, wherever my projects took me, and Prakash was no different. This was his first visit to the US. I took him under my wings and showed him the ropes. For instance, he had not driven a car in his life so it fell upon me to drive him around initially. He had a long way to go in terms of his taste in work clothes and I helped him fix his wardrobe. As expected, he hit the ground running as far as work was concerned and I had no concerns from this quarter.
Deepa Submits
Friends, my name is Deepa, I live in a town in Bihar, and my age is 42 years. My complexion is wheatish more towards blackish. My body as my friends and admirers call me voluptuous. Let me tell my friends about my figure, I am 5 feet 3 inches weight 80 KG. My ass is 54 inches and breasts 44 inches DD Cup. I have only one son who is 14 years now. My ass is protruding backwards and my breasts are very heavy with big black areolas.
My husband's business is wholesale goods, in this connection; he often stays out of the town. There is no one else in our family. My In Laws have expired. My husband has taken his business forward without any support from family and relatives. He has earned a lot of money. We have also built home, and were living a happy and prosperous life. In the meantime, my husband did some new business and he met a Dilbag ji. It has been 10 years working with Dilbag ji. My husband who used to do other business earlier stopped all started working with Dilbag ji only. Now he used to bring and sell only his goods.
Day by day, our business started picking a new height and we forgot the value of money. We spent a lot of money that was earned from business. I did not always ask about what he is doing, he must have been doing well, in these ten years, Dilbag ji came to our house many times, after seeing me, he always passes some comments that had double meanings. I always to through away the sexual comments from him by only smiling or ignoring him. He never skipped any opportunity to show his sexual desperation towards me. I did tell my husband many times that Dilbag ji is not a good man, but he did not take it seriously and said he is a dirty minded man, avoid him as far as possible.
My husband's business is wholesale goods, in this connection; he often stays out of the town. There is no one else in our family. My In Laws have expired. My husband has taken his business forward without any support from family and relatives. He has earned a lot of money. We have also built home, and were living a happy and prosperous life. In the meantime, my husband did some new business and he met a Dilbag ji. It has been 10 years working with Dilbag ji. My husband who used to do other business earlier stopped all started working with Dilbag ji only. Now he used to bring and sell only his goods.
Day by day, our business started picking a new height and we forgot the value of money. We spent a lot of money that was earned from business. I did not always ask about what he is doing, he must have been doing well, in these ten years, Dilbag ji came to our house many times, after seeing me, he always passes some comments that had double meanings. I always to through away the sexual comments from him by only smiling or ignoring him. He never skipped any opportunity to show his sexual desperation towards me. I did tell my husband many times that Dilbag ji is not a good man, but he did not take it seriously and said he is a dirty minded man, avoid him as far as possible.
Lactating Sister
"OMG I can't believe she can already walk!" Harsha exclaims excited as soon as he sees his sister's daughter Lasya.
He quickly takes her into his arms and make faces just to play with her. His sister, Saritha and her husband smile and just walk inside the house while Harsha's dad takes the luggage inside and their mom receives them in a comforting way. All of them settle on couch and the house if filled with happiness at once because of their arrival. After Saritha's marriage, they moved to another city and they visit her mom's place once in a year during summer or so. Her husband does exports business, so he would be having work without any regular timings and the whole week too. The last time she came home was when she was pregnant, with lasya inside her and it's been 2 years already since Lasya was born.
Both of their parents are retired, but both of them get their pension after retirement and Harsha finished his graduation just this year and turned 22 and would be in search for jobs during the summer. He has missed spending time with his sister as until now he was in college hostel and can't come home often. Even though they have 6 years age difference, and didn't get to spend time with each other for the past 7 years because of their academics, they still maintain a special bonding with each other and kind of open about several things with each other too. Their mom prepared several special dishes for the day and they finish having dinner together.
Harsha, his father, Lasya and her father are sitting outside and are just talking about casual things after dinner while Saritha and her mom are finishing the house chores in kitchen. Saritha's mom can see two small wet patches on Saritha's green blouse, which is quite visible.
He quickly takes her into his arms and make faces just to play with her. His sister, Saritha and her husband smile and just walk inside the house while Harsha's dad takes the luggage inside and their mom receives them in a comforting way. All of them settle on couch and the house if filled with happiness at once because of their arrival. After Saritha's marriage, they moved to another city and they visit her mom's place once in a year during summer or so. Her husband does exports business, so he would be having work without any regular timings and the whole week too. The last time she came home was when she was pregnant, with lasya inside her and it's been 2 years already since Lasya was born.
Both of their parents are retired, but both of them get their pension after retirement and Harsha finished his graduation just this year and turned 22 and would be in search for jobs during the summer. He has missed spending time with his sister as until now he was in college hostel and can't come home often. Even though they have 6 years age difference, and didn't get to spend time with each other for the past 7 years because of their academics, they still maintain a special bonding with each other and kind of open about several things with each other too. Their mom prepared several special dishes for the day and they finish having dinner together.
Harsha, his father, Lasya and her father are sitting outside and are just talking about casual things after dinner while Saritha and her mom are finishing the house chores in kitchen. Saritha's mom can see two small wet patches on Saritha's green blouse, which is quite visible.
Giving Him What He Wants
My wife and I have been married for over 3 years and have 1 child. I am 28 and my wife is 5 years younger to me. Ever since our marriage, I had noticed that she was frigid in bed and didn't reciprocate in bed; mostly she let me have my way with her but never initiated sex with me.
My wife is a very attractive woman; she is fair and stands around 5' 3" with a slender body. She has an amazing figure even after delivering a child; although her breasts are a tad big for her frame. She is a highly desirable woman but somehow that never translated into excitement in the bedroom. I thought, maybe she was interested in other young men, so I started leaving her alone with other men on some pretext or another but nothing ever happened. I could see the men's lust filled eyes pop out but that had no effect on her.
Then one day, something happened accidentally. It was six months after she gave birth to our first son. We were visiting our relatives on the occasion of a wedding. They had made sleeping arrangements in a public hall but my wife wasn't comfortable and hence the other side (her close friend was a relative from the other side) offered us a small room at the far corner of the hall. The only catch was that her friend's parents would be sharing the room with us. It was a small room perhaps 7x8 with a door at one end of the room. At night, everyone was tired with the festivities and we heard people snoring hard in the main hall as we walked towards the room and were so relieved that the room was empty and we didn't have to tolerate the snoring people. She admonished me as I made an attempt to make love to her that night; after a few repeated attempts she pushed my hand away and went to the restroom. After coming back from the restroom, she slept on the other side of our baby instead of sleeping right next to me. It was a clear indication that she was not in the mood.
My wife is a very attractive woman; she is fair and stands around 5' 3" with a slender body. She has an amazing figure even after delivering a child; although her breasts are a tad big for her frame. She is a highly desirable woman but somehow that never translated into excitement in the bedroom. I thought, maybe she was interested in other young men, so I started leaving her alone with other men on some pretext or another but nothing ever happened. I could see the men's lust filled eyes pop out but that had no effect on her.
Then one day, something happened accidentally. It was six months after she gave birth to our first son. We were visiting our relatives on the occasion of a wedding. They had made sleeping arrangements in a public hall but my wife wasn't comfortable and hence the other side (her close friend was a relative from the other side) offered us a small room at the far corner of the hall. The only catch was that her friend's parents would be sharing the room with us. It was a small room perhaps 7x8 with a door at one end of the room. At night, everyone was tired with the festivities and we heard people snoring hard in the main hall as we walked towards the room and were so relieved that the room was empty and we didn't have to tolerate the snoring people. She admonished me as I made an attempt to make love to her that night; after a few repeated attempts she pushed my hand away and went to the restroom. After coming back from the restroom, she slept on the other side of our baby instead of sleeping right next to me. It was a clear indication that she was not in the mood.
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