Losing Leah

Two couples compete. One couple is dominated.

I glanced once more at the time on the dashboard, my fingers nervously drumming against the steering wheel as Leah, my wife, flicked aimlessly through some social media app on her phone, her mind clearly a million miles away from whatever she was flicking through.

"So...you ready?" I finally asked, quickly glancing to Leah before turning my attention to the detached house just down the road.

I saw her look up out of the corner of my eye. I looked back and she smiled reassuringly.

"You tell me, you're the alpha male," she replied softly, her voice silky like it always was. I laughed nervously. "It's so weird hearing you talk like that," I replied, narrowing my eyes slightly and looking at her. She blushed and looked down at her lap.

Helping Each Others Needs

Aaron woke up to the sound of his eight-month-old baby brother, Joey, crying. It was his own fault; he always closed his bedroom door at night to muffle out the crying, but he forgot to this time. It only lasted a couple of minutes before he heard his mother go to the nursery and the crying stopped, most likely because he was being breastfed.

Aaron sat up on the edge of his bed, looked at the time to see it was 630am and turned off the alarm on the phone he had on the nightstand so it wouldn't go off at 7am. He was wearing his pajama pants and an old t-shirt and decided it was good enough for now until he had to change in an hour. He left his room, washed up in the bathroom, and headed downstairs to the kitchen to turn on the coffee for him and his mother.

He assumed she was in the nursery with the baby, but he found her sitting at the kitchen table with her shirt open and feeding him there, while the coffee maker was filling the pot. He was used to seeing her do this by now, but it didn't mean it never took him by surprise. It was, after all, his mother's naked breast out in the open, even if there was a baby's head in the way.

Watching Mom

Chapter 1: Son watching his parents have sex leads to sex with his mom.

It started two weeks ago, the night before my Dad was leaving for two weeks on a business trip. I woke up around midnight and heard noises coming from down the hall. I decided to investigate. I crept quietly down the hall, and realized the noise was coming from my parents' room. I noticed something unusual as I got closer. The door was partly open. Normally they kept their door closed at night. I peeked around the door and saw that the noises were just what I thought they were - my Mom and Dad having sex! I had often heard them, even through the closed door, but this was the first time I had ever seen them. Mom was riding Dad's cock in a reverse-cowgirl position, facing the door. I couldn't have planned it better! I had a great view of Mom's entire body, as well as Dad's cock pumping in and out of her pussy! My parents were not at all uptight, so I had seen Mom in some pretty skimpy outfits before and I had an idea of what a great body she has, but now I could see that it's even better than I had envisioned. Her beautiful big breasts were bouncing and swaying as she rode up and down, and so was her long red hair. She had her eyes closed, but opened them suddenly. I froze, hoping I was far enough back not to be visible, but she was looking right at me! She rode faster and started cumming, all the while looking directly at me. The increased pace got to Dad, and he began moaning and cumming inside Mom's pussy. As they were finishing, I slipped quietly back to my room.

I couldn't believe my luck! I had finally been able to watch my Mom fucking my Dad! I had wanted to see her naked for a long time, but this was the first time I actually got to. I stroked my cock while envisioning Mom's beautiful body, and I came like a firehose. I fell asleep with visions of Mom's body in my head.

The next morning, I woke up after Dad was already gone. Mom tapped on my door.

Indian Wife and the Maid's Husband

Simran hesitated just for an instant before pulling her panty down and stepping out of it fully nude. She was still in her dressing room. She had read about the benefits of massage in a number of newspapers and journals but could perhaps never muster the courage to go to a parlour. All sorts of doubts would appear to cloud her mind. How could she strip fully before complete strangers! And if the masseuse turned out to be a man! God! She would certainly die due to sheer embarrassment. And if she insisted on having a lady to do the job, perhaps the parlour owners would smirk at her prudishness.

However when her maid servant Lakshmi had once mentioned that she too had lived in Kerala and had picked up that art, Simran decided that the time had come to indulge in what she had been wanting to do for so long. For the lady to be seen nude by a maid servant was, well, natural. The only thing was the initial hesitation because till now Simran had only been topless in front of Lakshmi and that too only once. The admiration that was reflected in Lakshmi’s eyes at that time was not lost on Simran. So when she broached the topic of getting herself massaged by Lakshmi, her response was more than enthusiastic.

Lakshmi and her husband Bhavdeep had been with them for almost one year. While Bhavdeep worked as a driver, Lakshmi looked after the kitchen and whatever sundry work was assigned to her. Lakshmi was dark and in her early thirties whereas Bhavdeep, though of a similar age was fairer and looked slightly younger. In fact so fair was his complexion that an ignorant visitor could have been excused for assuming that he was a member of the family.

At 26, Simran had a body that would give many established models a run for their money. Generous and firm 34 B size breasts complimented her 5 feet 7 inches body that was tall by Indian standards. Before stepping out from the dressing room she permitted herself some vanity and admired her nude self. The slender neck, the flawless satin skin, the shapely breasts capped by chocolatish brown nipples with small aerola, the sparse hair in the shaped pussy which did not do much to hide the lips of the labia, the long and lovely legs and the nail polished bare feet. There was a long and black beauty spot not unlike the shape of a heart, that was situated at the top of her right thigh. It had been a matter of some consolation to Simran that the mark was situated so high that it would be visible only if she went nude and the chances of that were remote. Her nude body was a sight that could have stopped anyone in his tracks. A light golden chain in the neck, appropriately designed bangles on her wrists and a cute pair of anklets only served to accentuate her well toned body.

Mother's Visit To The gynecology

Chapter 1: A mother and son are verbally humiliated by a gynaecologist.

The clinic smelled faintly of antiseptic and something stale, like old paperwork and dust. Punita shifted uncomfortably on the cracked vinyl chair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap over her saree. The waiting room was eerily quiet, save for the occasional hum of a flickering fluorescent light overhead. Her son, Purav, sat beside her, scrolling absently on his phone, oblivious to the tension coiling in her gut.

"Did you see the instructions they sent?" she asked, her voice low, almost hesitant. "It says a family member has to be present. Isn't that... unusual?"

Purav glanced up, shrugging. "Maybe it's standard procedure here. Don't overthink it, Mom."

She wanted to believe him, but something about this place felt off. The dingy walls, the lack of other patients, the single male receptionist who barely looked up when they walked in - it all made her skin crawl. But she had no choice. Her regular gynaecologist wasn't available for weeks, and her symptoms were getting worse. She needed answers.

Exchange & Experiment

I am Ajit, aged 26 yrs of age married to Anjali, who has been my neighbour turned life partner. I have been an excellent athlete from my college and college days and am working for a business firm who promote sports accessories as a Senior Manager. Being tall and fair in complexion, I was always the centre of the college girls. However, I was attracted to Anjali, who lived next door, and known to me and my family since childhood.

Anjali had completed her fine arts and was an artist of good standing. Aged 24 years, she had her own life-style and like any other artist was at times immersed in her drawings & paintings. Many of her paintings were in demand by business houses and art lovers. Due to space constraints and requirement of peace, we had shifted to a big house, with many rooms & porch, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Though away from the city, it was just about 20 minutes drive from my house.

We were married for the last two years, and shared a satisfying sex life. The nights were spent in exploring and trying out many of the Kamasutra juxtapositions, and mainly depended on the outcome of Anjali's artistic moods. We had decided not to go in for a child for the next 3-4 years and took precautions of a condom or the pill, depending on the safe & other days.

Indian Wife Helps Husband's Friend

Dileep had just moved to the new city and was staying in a guest house which was close to the house of his friend Amar and his pretty wife Sonali. His association with Amar had been quite old. Amar had married Sonali about 5 years back and like everyone else Dileep too had been taken in by Sonali's beauty, good nature and exuberance.

Although 30 years old, Sonali still looked as if she had just completed college and did not look a day older than 21. She was one of those rare girls who due to their sheer beauty looked out of place in their environs. Nature had been generous in endowing her not only with a good height of 5 feet 6 Inches but also a clear complexion. A lissome body complimented with perfectly rounded breasts capped by perky nipples that had the hue of a combination of pink-chocolate. It took the little nobs very little stimulation to get erect and at times this proved to be a source of major embarrassment for her, especially if she was without a bra. Dileep knew this because at times he had seen her blushing a beetroot red but he had come to the conclusion that perhaps she too had a streak of exhibitionism in her or else why would she appear braless.

My family in village

My name is Raju. After my mother died in accident my father decided that I should live at my Sanjay uncle's house which was in a village. I was 18 year old. Now let me tell you all about my uncle and aunt. Sanjay uncle's age was 37 and he was married two years ago. My aunt's name was Sujata. She was now 34 years old. She was good natured and very friendly with me. She always wore saree in which she looked hot. In fact in our village all women wore sarees. And now Sujata aunt had a baby so she was very happy.

After one year I had now well adjusted

to village lifestyle. I had very few friends but they were good. Sanjay uncle's job was at another village. So for all day my aunt and I were pretty alone in our house . She used to breastfeed her baby in front of me even if I was nearby . She always wore a saree so I never got to see her boobs in open.

But I was very curious. Whenever she sat on the floor and fed her baby I imagined myself in that baby's place. Sujata aunt looked amused at my shyness near her when she fed her baby. One morning we were in the kitchen sitting on the floor having tea . Sujata aunt was wearing black saree and blouse. Her boobs were very attractive . I was looking at them whenever I thought she was not noticing. After some time I asked her, "Aren't you going to feed? "

She said,

Wife in Mumbai Red Light Area

I am married myself and my wife Menal is very beautiful and sexy with nice tight skin, big breasts with extremely sensitive large protruding nipples, large firm bulging ass and meaty thighs. Menal can easily qualify for porn modeling when she's naked and wearing high heels. I like her to wear skimpy clothes and she also enjoys pleasing me by showing her semi nude sex flesh in public wearing sleeveless blouses and two piece bikini

For some time Menal has also read along with me,so she knows what I like to read and all my fantasies. She shares my liking for hot wife stories and likes to role play. One of her pet themes is where the wife turns to prostitution with the full support of the husband and often brings this up when we have sex.

Once I and Menal were going across the city in a taxi when we passed through the red light area called Kamathipura. I noticed Menal keenly watching everything all around as she saw something like this for the first time. There were small houses with many girls standing in front.

They had gaudy make-up on their faces and lots of shiny jewellery and henna tattoos all over their arms, legs and even on their body. They wore really short skimpy blouses with almost their full breasts and navel clearly visible. Their legs and even parts of their upper inner thighs were exposed as they wore very short skirts or petticoats.

Donating milk with Mom

After a warm shower on a cold day, she walks around her home in a silk bathrobe and gets the fireplace going, looking at items on the dining room table. Church pamphlets. Charity brochures. Plastic cups for breast milk donation.

The rustic home is still being settled in. Some of her stuff are still in boxes. Because of smart decisions and good luck, Margaret was able to semi-retire at 48 years old and leave the bustling world of New York City behind where she worked in finances.

For the better part of a year, she'd been telling friends about a recurring spiritual calling. The only way she knew how to answer that call was by first returning home to the quiet suburb in Vermont.

Margaret opens the right side of her robe to expose a breast and the naked lower half of her body. She picks up a plastic cup, looks at it, and brings it to her chest. She pauses, thinks to herself, like doing this act of charity could perhaps open a world of trouble. When she squeezes her breast twice her milk shoots into the cup. Then she tilts her head back and starts to moan.

Childhood Friend Takes My Wife

I am a 40-year-old man married for over 14 years. My wife is a beautiful 32-year-old woman, who is still pretty having delivered four children. We hail from an upper middle class business family and even though both of us are well-educated, we are very much into growing our family business. Ours was an arranged marriage as is normal in such families that have made quite some name by starting small and making it big over a couple of generations.

An interesting fact about our family is that we all are quite short. My wife and I were the tallest at 5' 3"; perhaps my wife was 5' 4" but she never countered me. It was not easy growing up as a midget as most of my friends were average and only some were tall. I was often bullied due to my height as a child but somewhere around my teenage years I met Arun, who became my best friend and shielded me from such unsavory experiences. He was 2 years elder to me but was in my class as he had failed twice. We became good friends over the next few years; I also helped him pass some exams. Much later did I learn in life that he failed not because of lack of intelligence; it was simply lack of application.

He was sexually more experienced and mature and helped me overcome the shyness of my sexuality. Some of my early memories were trying various things such as smoking and drugs. Despite all his shortcomings, he was mature and never became addicted to anything and ensured that I didn't either. I remember once we both masturbated together and was mesmerized seeing his hard, erect penis. He joked, "my god you are really tiny there man." I felt ashamed watching his giant specimen. Still he didn't belittle or ridicule me. There was a phase where we would watch pornographic movies and often jack off together. Somewhere the talk about other women cropped up and one day it turned to my elder sister.

Arun never shied away from sharing his thoughts about my sister, who was 11 years elder to me and has been married for the last 5 years. He would often take her name while we were shagging, and although I dissuaded him several times, he would brush me off saying that he was only helping her. He used to mention that there was something wrong with my brother-in-law as after almost 5 years of marriage they still didn't have any children. Soon after their 5th anniversary, they both were at our place for a few weeks. Around that time, Arun started seriously mooting a proposal to seduce my sister, and he wanted my help.

My Loving Brother-in-Law

 I am a 42 year old married woman with 4 children. We belong to a small community among the Gujarathi's but have settled in a major city outside of Gujarat for more than two decades now. It is not common for me to write such a story but I feel that it is a moment when I should let my story known; perhaps it may help others learn from it.

I married my husband about 20 years ago; it was an arranged marriage. Those days, we lived near Delhi. My husband was into the garment business and had just started his own business after learning from his cousins the ins and outs of business. My in-laws didn't live with us those days and hence we enjoyed our freedom in those days. In the 3rd month of our marriage, he had arranged for a hiking trip for us along with his cousin brother and his wife.

They were a middle-aged couple but very close to him, so we had been meeting them on a daily basis. Their two children had grown up and were in colleges studying and living by themselves. I used to call his cousin brother Jhetji; he was in his mid forties and carried a lot of weight on his belly. He was a large man at 6' 2" but a little overweight then. His wife was almost his age, but significantly overweight and had lost all her charm by then. He on the other hand was quite charming even at that age. His smile always impressed me.

Breast Milk Goddess

The sun was setting as Dan pulled his suitecase out of the trunk of the Uber he had taken from the airport.

At 29 Dan was living the busy hectic life of a young professional, tech consultant.

He had just wrapped up a gruelling month long business trip to multiple clients all over the country, and was excited to take a much needed break

He was weary of the endless airports and sterile hotel rooms, and craved the comfort and peace of his quiet cozy country house.

As he beendriven home, he saw the sold sign by the victorian farm house up the road from him.

He recalled his mom who had been checking in on his place mentioning that the beautifully restored farm house had finally been sold.

An Indian couple exploring the Swinger lifestyle

Aarti was 42 years old, her husband Nagesh was 44. Their twin daughters had just started their courses in a foreign university, an event that had suddenly seemed to make their house feel empty. Both had good jobs. The mortgage on their house was just about paid off. Both were fit and healthy. Not only did they share house, home and children, but also the same values and attitudes about everything from money to sex.

They were compatible and very comfortable with each other. They were faithful to each other. Both had opportunities, neither ever took them. Where they sometimes attracted to other people? Absolutely. They accepted sexual attraction to others, and others' attraction to them, as part of human nature and as a fact of life. In short, they wondered but never wandered.

Married for more than 20 years, both had reached a stage where they felt that something was missing, an inexplicable emptiness that did not jibe with their love for each other. They couldn't put a finger on why or when this sense of emptiness started. They just knew it was there. It had crept up on them.

In the beginning of their life together, the sex was hot. They were more experimental in their youth, discovering the joys of various positions and techniques. But over the years, their sex life fell into a routine, especially after the twins were born.

Beyond In-laws

Chapter 1: Shalini's wedding trip ignites forbidden passion

 "Namaskar Baba." I greeted my father-in-law before bending down to touch his feet as a customary display of respect towards an elder. I was standing at the gate of the large house owned by my in-laws.

"Ayushaman Bhava!" He blessed me, placing his hand on my head.

As I stood up, he gently held my shoulders and pulled me into an embrace. I happily hugged him, but a moment later, I noticed his hug tightening around me. I felt my breasts pressing into his chest, a little more than necessary. I felt odd, but I held on, thinking maybe he was a bit too happy to see me. The embrace lingered a few seconds more than needed.

As we parted, we smiled at each other before he called in one of the house help to carry my luggage.

Vishwanath Deshmukh, or Baba as we all call him, is my father-in-law. He is the patriarch of our family. The family owns large tracts of farmland around the village. It also owns a large successful dairy processing unit with over 300 cows and buffaloes. The family also runs a school and junior college. Children from nearby villages and towns attend the school. All this makes the Deshmukh family very wealthy and influential.

The Ranch

Chapter - Day One

My wife Barb and I stay at our friends Ranch for the long weekend, along with our swinging couple friends we met an adults only resort.

Barb and I flew from Sydney to Brisbane on a standard domestic flight. From there, we transferred to a small, six-seater private plane. After a two-hour flight, we landed on the ranch's landing strip. The heat of the day hit us as soon as we stepped out of the small plane. A black car was waiting for us, the driver collected our bags and placed them in the back of the vehicle.

It was another 1fifteen-minute car ride before we pulled up outside the Two Dogs ranch. White post-and-rail fences kept the horses inside each of the paddocks. In the larger fields in the distance, a herd of cows is contentedly eating the green grass. Several well-maintained barns were scattered in the immediate area, along with a large stable.

The main house was a large single-story building with a bull-nose veranda wrapped around the sandstone house.

A Sexy Lactating Housewife And Some Ugly Low Class Men

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A Dutiful Daughter-In-Law

Chapter 1 - Introductions

Guilt is like a slow-poison that has detrimental effects on your life and relationships. I had been living with guilt for almost a decade; half of my married life. It was a never-ending gnawing feeling that reprimanded, ridiculed, and threatened me all these years. Several times I mustered the courage to speak about my infidelity with my husband but something or the other prevented me from following through. I loved him very much and didn't want to hurt him. While I had cheated on him on a frequent basis, it wasn't all my fault. Strange as it may sound but perhaps this is how he wanted it to happen - almost in the open but still leaving a little subtlety.
I perhaps began this story after delivering our elder son. However, several edits have been made in the past decade due to which the timeline may seem confusing at first. It shouldn't hinder your understanding of my adventurous life though. The dates in Journal have been kept generic to keep things simple and have been observed to keep chronology intact.
My name is Kamini. I am a happily married wife with 6 children living with my husband for the past 14 years. We are Jain's settled in Rajasthan among the baniya community. Both my husband and myself have grown up and lived all our lives in Rajasthan. We are not affluent but reasonably wealthy. My husband, Ashok is a successful businessman and I worked as a college teacher to keep myself occupied intermittently but of late the responsibility of raising a large family has made it difficult for me to work. We have 4 girls and 2 boys. The eldest girl is 12-year-old; after her our elder boy is 10 years old. The younger girls are 9, 7, and 2 respectively while the youngest boy is 1 year old. Ours is a nuclear family now but it started as a rather traditional family living with my husband's parents. Unfortunately, Ashok's mother passed away quite early during our married life. My father-in-law passed away during our 15th anniversary due to a severe heart attack. Ashok has a younger sister, Sejal, who is married to a businessman Jai Singh. They live quite nearby and are practically part of our family. They have two daughters, who are 13 and 10 years old respectively.

Ashok is a great husband and father. It is amazing the amount of love and attention he showers on our children - despite knowing that they are not his. Over the years my degree of confidence in reading Ashok has increased significantly and at this juncture I am quite certain that he is aware of this truth. You may think perhaps he is impotent or has a low sperm count but that definitely is not the case. For long I even suspected that our elder boy was his son - and perhaps he is but looking at it doesn't seem so anymore. We have never openly spoken about this truth but in private we have spoken to each other several hundred times - not by looking into each other's eyes but jotting our thoughts in journals. Only recently I have started keeping my own journal but I have read all of Ashok's journals from the day we were engaged. Our sex life is phenomenal for a couple married for 14 years and people are still amazed that we have 6 children and that I am pregnant with the 7th one that has just started showing. Similar aged couples have sex 1-2 times as week but we did 2-4 times a week and this frequency is low only because of our large family and the time that we have to invest in managing the affairs at home. Why then you may wonder that the kids were not fathered by Ashok? If you had asked me this question even perhaps 5 years back, it would have been difficult for me to answer but now I can. I perhaps understood it a decade ago but as one may have realized it takes a while before you start fully accepting it.