Indian Wife Blossoms

Shekhar and I arrived at St Tropez on the French Riviera a few years ago, I was 29 years old and married about three years back. We had grown up in a rather conservative setting and I was not sure as to how I would respond to the nudity that this resort town was famous for. In fact I had butterflies in the stomach.

Shekhar was almost drooling at the local gentry as we got out of the taxicab. Attractive women with see-through tops and lots of off the hip styles. Lots of navels. The desk clerk was eyeing me up as we were signing in and I must say that it was an embarrassment and a turn on to think he was perhaps imagining me without clothes. At least that was what I could infer from his look. He gave Shekhar a knowing wink as he handed him the heavy metal key and he rang for the bellboy to bring our bags to the room. He too looked at me from head to toe and I realized that it must drive these guys crazy to work in such a paradise.

I was wearing a blue sari and a sleeveless blouse and a strapless bra. Like typical Indian women I had bangles on one wrist, chain in the neck, a nose pin, ear rings, anklets etc. In the room, we pulled back the drapes to look down from our second floor balcony at the courtyard below. Shekhar appeared to be somewhat disappointed to see that people were standing around in evening wear. They were holding cocktails and talking in small groups. A classy crowd but not very thrilling. Shekhar walked up to me coolly and started unbuttoning the blouse.

Marrage Games

 "Bring my gold and diamond earrings," I heard my wife, Priya order our maid, Anjali. Anjali was only 18 and had only recently started working for us.

She was the daughter of my family's long standing maid and we were obliged to give her a job. She was 5 ft tall and had a slight figure. Her breasts seemed slightly more than a handful. My interest in this young woman was more than professional.

I always had a wandering eye and my wife had learned to indulge it. She knew this when she married me as she usurped my ex-wife. Priya seemed to revel in being the other woman and I loved the kinks she brought to my life. Priya was only 28 when we married and I was 42. 8 years later and our marriage was stronger than ever.

Anjali returned to Priya looking confused.

My Loving Wife Malti

 Chapter 1 - Introductions

Malti (means a fragrant flower), and I are a married couple living in Mumbai. We have three children and have been married for six years. Malti, at 28, is a stunningly beautiful woman and my only love in life. Ours is a love marriage, and like many other rebellious couples, we eloped and married in order to avoid her parents' disapproval. She is a Marathi Konkanastha Brahmin, while I am an ordinary Marathi man. She is very fair, with pale skin complexion, big beautiful eyes, and full pink lips. Her body is delicate - standing at just 5' 3" with a slender and proportionate figure. I am on the darker side, not completely dark, but treated as such. I am 5' 4" and with a medium build. My name is Sanjay.

Side note: Konkanastha Brahmins are Brahmins from the coastal region of Konkan in Maharashtra. They are known to be the fairest Brahmins in the Maharashtra state of India. Due to their fair, pale complexion, light brown eyes they can even pass off as Caucasians. Unlike Caucasians, however, they don't have blonde hair. There are several theories about their origins but that is not of interest in this story.

Preet Kaur - The Town Whore

Chapter 1 - Introductions

We are a young couple from Punjab, India, who now live in the United States. My name is Manni, and my wife's name is Preet. She is four years younger than me, at the age of 28. We've been married for nearly four years and are expecting our second child. During my high school years, I moved to the United States and completed a substantial part of my education here. Unlike the majority of Punjabis in the United States, I am well educated and employed in government service. However, I did have an entrepreneur streak and was running a small business on the side. My parents died, in an accident, when I was in high school, forcing me to relocate to the United States.

Ours is a typical arranged marriage, with me marrying her shortly after meeting her in India. We had our first child within the first year. I was sexually experienced, and it appeared that my wife was as well, though I wasn't certain at the time. I was mostly an American and had several girlfriends over the years because I had studied in the US from a young age. Some relationships lasted a few years, but the majority were brief. Before our marriage, I had heard a few rumours about Preet from my cousin in India, but I didn't fully believe him at the time. Besides, I was open-minded, and she was so lovely that I couldn't say no.

Housewife Breastfeeding

 The afternoon time is really boring for the Dipa. Since Samir left the office, there has been no special work of her. She doesn't sleep at all in the afternoon. After Tukun falls asleep, she sometimes watches TV, sometimes listens to music. When nothing feels good, she thinks of various absurdities. Tukun is their only son. He is barely one year old. The age of the Dipa is 24. They have been married for almost four years. Sameer works in the corporate sector. After being transferred to Kolkata, Samir bought an old one-storey house. The house has been made more beautiful with some decorations. Dipa is very beautiful. Who will tell that she is the mother of one child? Rather anyone who sees her will say she is a college student. Beautiful face. Body slim, sexy, thin waist, and huge big ass. Her breasts are already huge and erect. They have become bigger after having a baby. Deepa has a lot of milk in her boobs. Tukun can't finish eating alone at all. Shortly after Tukun drinks milk, her breasts become full of milk again. Then her breasts aches. She presses her own breast and tries to get the milk out. But very little milk comes out of it. Her pain remains.

One day at noon Deepa was sitting quietly. Tukun just fell asleep. The sky became cloudy. The weather has been like this for a few days. Suddenly the sky is covered with clouds. And it is raining with lightning. With that there is a strong storm. After a while, two or three thunderbolts sounded loudly. Deepa was startled. Then it rained profusely. Tukun woke up. He started crying loudly. Deepa took him in her arms and began to seduce him and started to stop his crying.

Back In The Swing

 Sorrell and Mia, best friends since school, were sunning themselves besides Sorrell and Dan's pool which was screened and nestled in a sun-dappled arbour, a part of the well manicured grounds of their comfortable home.

‘Baby is well, how are you getting on Sorrell, its been a pretty traumatic couple of months since she was born, although you've got your figure back quickly and no stretch marks," Mia asked

"Everything has settled down, Kara is fine, I'm well now at my milks is flowing properly now, so the poor little darling isn't starving," replied Sorrell.

The two young women lay in the part shade, each wearing a tan through bikinis that were tiny and insubstantial, only really suitable for private grounds or private viewing. Both women were pretty if not attractive and maintained their slim and curvaceous bodies, although there were the beginnings of a mound below Mia's rib cage.

LUST FOR FRIEND'S MOTHER

Zeshan's luck changed one day when his best friend Zaheed asked him to meet him at his house. When Zeshan arrived, he rang the doorbell and waited for the front door to be answered. Soon a strange voice behind the door said, "Who's it?"

Zeshan replied, "I'm Zeshan. I'm here for Zaheed."

The door opened, and a young lady, who looked too young to be the mother of a young son like Zaheed, announced, "Hello. I'm Zaheed's mother, Robina," she said. "Zaheed told me, to tell you, he tried to call you, he had to attend to some urgent work at the last minute, but you never picked up."

Even in the half-open doorway, Zeshan saw enough of her to tell that she was "his type" of woman.

"Okay, well nice meeting you," Zeshan said, as he turned to leave.

"You can wait for him if you like."

"Ok, if he is expected soon," Zeshan replied.

With that, she asked him to come inside the house. This is not a liberal society, but a very restricted society where no man can go alone into a home other than with blood relatives. Zeshan was a little reluctant to go inside his friend's house with only his mother there without his friend.

THE MAID'S HUSBAND

 "Anita"

"What is it?"

"Where have you kept my tie. I just can't find it anywhere. "

"It's inside the wardrobe. "

Amit always expected her to attend to him when he was getting ready for office. When they had got married ten years back she could do that. But now with their two kids going to school her morning schedule was hectic. Getting up early, preparing breakfast, waking up the kids, serving breakfast... it went on and on until Amit left for his office and she took the kids to the bus stand to catch the school bus.

Anita either slept nude or in a panty and that is why she made it a point to get up before the children. She had been asleep when the doorbell rang. She asked Amit to open the door but he was too sleepy. She tiptoed on her bare feet and peeped through the key hole. It was the maid Lakshmi. Anita opened to door. Lakshmi had had seen her nude off and on and so there was no problem in letting her see the breasts once again. Once in a while they had also discussed the lovemaking aspects of weddings. Lakshmi went to the kitchen and Anita saw that one of her anklets was missing. That is what happened when Amit made violent love. Before going to the kitchen she pulled on a knee length nightie and went to the kitchen.

THE TWO COUPLES

EPILOGUE

When Rita finished telling the events of the weekend, her face was flushed. They were sitting on the couch and she was sipping some wine while he had a glass of Scotch on the table, untouched. His cock was throbbing in his shorts.

He leaned sideways and kissed her. "Shhh.... my darling. I am glad you enjoyed it. I did too. I was pounding Nasreen and was in planet of lust."

"This won't affect our relationship, will it."

"Tell me, after fucking Rana does it feel you love me less?"

"On the contrary darling. I love you even more."

"There, you got the answer."

"I am glad Raj. Now please fuck me."

"With utmost pleasure darling. I was wondering when you would ask."

"Since when has Raj started to wait for an invitation?"

The Needs

 Roshni was again thrashed by her husband Binod. The thrashing had now become a daily routine. They were a happy family until six months back. But the tetchy transformation in Binod's behavior had made him alcoholic and ruined their happy family. Binod was a daily labourer and Roshni worked as a housemaid to make ends meet. Binod used to spend all his money in alcohol and Roshni used her meagre amount to run the kitchen in the house. They were three people-Binod, Roshni and their three month old baby girl. The girl was on her milk so she was not a problem for Roshni. The problem was she had to eat regularly to produce milk for her baby. Buying new clothes was beyond her dreams and she had only two pairs of sarees and blouse to wear. And, then the thrashings of Binod had made her life hell. Roshni had contemplated suicide many a times but looking at her milk filled breasts and the little mouth sucking had stopped her from committing the extreme path.

Their sex life was still worse. Binod was least attracted to her milk filled breasts. There was no foreplay and all he used to do was insert his erection into her and drain himself within a couple of minutes even before Roshni was anywhere near her climax.

There was no money to buy the month's ration. The money which she had kept under the mattress had been accidentally discovered by her husband and was promptly invested in the local bar. She quarreled with Binod to give back the money but had instead got two slaps over her face which had left an imprint over her face. Yes, the morning thrashings were painful but she had to forget it and move along with her daily routine.

HUSBAND'S MISTAKE

My husband was a brutal and cunning person by nature. Weak, opportunistic, and avaricious, his only aim was wealth; he never hesitated to seize any opportunity to draw a profit. And he was every bit as boorish when it came to sex. All of our friends and relatives felt sorry for me, but there wasn't much they could do to help.

He often invited business partners over for dinner. I know my well quite well around a kitchen, so I always did the cooking and serving; menial a task, as it was, it did become an advantage.

My husband had an important and powerful business partner named Adnan. I was told by my hubby that, when Adnan came for dinner, I should dress nice and be on my best behavior. Adnan was a very attractive man, well mannered and charismatic. A charmer. He always arrived with an inviting smile and a gift for me. Once he stunned me with an expensive golden ornament. But a man's heart is in his eyes. I saw Adnan's lust every time I walked in front of him. From my sixth sense, which is normally very strong with the woman, I knew that he was lusting for me. I found his eyes traveling quickly up and down my body, over my tits or my face -always with unabashed adoration.