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.

Indian Wife Gets Pregnant

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Camping

When my two best friends and I decided to make an annual tradition of taking a week-long camping in Oconee National Forest together with our wives, we had no idea how much fun it would end up being. We were as different as three white guys from the suburbs can be, but having been friends since kindergarten, we were as close as brothers. Nick was tall, blond and athletic; his wife Nina was a busty Italian girl, with a heart-shaped ass and pouty lips that were equally likely to sweet-talk you or spit curses. Adrian was a punk rocker, with spiky hair and tattoos all up and down both arms; his wife Asha was Indian, tall and leggy, with skin the color of dark chocolate, waist-length black hair, and breasts the size of two ripe peaches. My name is John (for the sake of privacy, all names are made up (we didn't all marry girls with the same first initial), and my wife Jiao is half Chinese, half Korean, petite, with choppy black bangs and the wettest pussy I've ever come across. Seriously, when I eat her pussy, the mattress is usually soaked through.

How did we end up married to such hot girls? All three of us thanked our lucky stars on a daily basis. And the thought of fucking our wives under the stars, maybe even talking them into some skinnydipping, had all three of us hot for weeks thinking about it.

Baby blues

 I cursed as my computer crashed, the whole system had gone down again. Our IT people said it would take all weekend to sort the mess out. Armed with that knowledge I headed out of the office, getting home early would be a bonus. I would get to spend some time with my kids before we packed them off to my parents for the weekend.

My wife Mandy suggested the kids stay with my parents, her sister and brother-in-law were coming over for dinner. Mandy said they had something they wanted to discuss, she didn't elaborate on what it was.

I parked on the drive in front of the double garage, Mandy would park alongside my car when she arrived home. I thought that maybe I could make a start on clearing out the garage this weekend, that way I could at least park my car inside. When we bought the house two years ago we shifted a load of stuff out of the granny annexe above it. The original plan was for Mandy's mother to move into the annexe. Sadly she passed away suddenly, we never bothered clearing the annexe after that.

Tanya's Impregnation

 Our life in Bangkok was moving very well. I had told my husband about the romping sex session I had on a business trip which also involved my boss David. Fortunately he was at the time too drunk to realize that I was the girl he'd fucked that night. Our working relationship was great and I didn't want any issues at work but it was fun remembering what he was like with his clothes off and his prick rampant inside me.

Anyway, life was great and sex with my husband was great and our kids were doing well.

We both enjoyed our new found sexual freedom, away from our native country Pakistan. To do some of the things we've done since moving here, could actually cause our demise. But our sexcapades actually have made our bond stronger.

Among our many new friends we were closest to Olivia and Simon who were from Manchester. It was interesting to note the differences in our past experiences. But even with those differences we had become fast friends and saw each other a lot.

One day I took Olivia for lunch, she seemed upset and rarely talked these days. After much insistence she told me that she was having regular fights with her husband Simon.

Unusual Swapping Relationship Leads To Pregnancy

My name is Ethan, and my wife, Harper, and I met in our junior year at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln.  We dated until graduation and then got married when we moved to Omaha to start our careers.  I majored in finance and advanced quickly in a multinational conglomerate, and Harper had a good career with a biotech company, until three years later when we started a family with our daughter, Megan. 

We started out in an apartment in Omaha, but by three years after our daughter was born, we had saved enough to purchase a home in a middle-class suburb.  It was a new subdivision, and the four other homeowners in our cul-de-sac were close to our age of twenty-eight, and all except one couple had young kids at that time.  We’ve been living in our home for two years now, and this story starts about the time we moved in. 

Harper and I are sociable and enjoyed participating in neighborhood barbeques and other activities, including evenings out, where we often shared babysitters while some or all of us couples went out for dinner, dancing, and drinking.  The mothers who were breastfeeding pumped and stored breastmilk so they could drink alcohol with the rest of us. 

All the wives are pretty, but the husbands were especially attracted to Harper and our next-door neighbor’s wife, Claire.  Harper is five feet and four inches tall, weighed one hundred and twenty-eight pounds, and with her strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes, she looks a lot like the actress, Amy Adams, except with somewhat larger 32C breasts.

Sperm Donation For Mumtaz

 I came home late on Friday after watching a movie with friends. I was worried that Padma Aunty might scold me as it was Friday night and already 9 pm and our mating night. When I entered the living room, I saw Padma Aunty, Raman Uncle and a couple I had never seen before.

“Why are you late, Rajesh?” Padma Aunty hissed at me,” Go freshen up and come. Dinner is ready.”

I saw two whiskey bottles on the centre table and four glasses. Looks like all four were already high. I quietly went to my room as I didn’t want to antagonize my drunken Aunt. I bathed, wore a shirt and track pants and entered the dining room.

I sat on the chair and looked at Padma Aunty, who looked at her friend and said,” Mumtaz, will you please serve dinner for Rajesh,” Turning towards me, Padma Aunty said,” By the way, Rajesh, this is my friend Mumtaz. That’s her husband, Farhan. They will be staying over tonight with us.”

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.

MILF Impregnated By Neighbour During Stay-At-Home Order

The coronavirus outbreak in 2019 was ultimately contained but had a devastating effect on the United States and world. Municipal, state, and federal governments approached the crisis in various ways, and my state instituted the ‘New York on PAUSE Plan’, which required residents to stay home to the extent possible, and to avoid all nonessential gatherings of individuals of any size for any reason. But leeway was given for those working in essential businesses, which included nurses and pharmacists.
My name is Lenore, but most people call me Leni, and my husband, David, who is a somewhat introverted pharmacist, and I were living in a condominium community in upstate New York when the stay-at-home order was given. He was twenty-eight years old at the time, and I was twenty-five, and had quit my teaching job to care for our four-month-old daughter, who I was breastfeeding.
Our best friends in our condominium complex were, and still are, Bryan, a flirty and gregarious businessman who was twenty-seven at the time, and his wife, Megan, who is a registered nurse and was twenty-five. They live next door to us, and we socialized a lot with them, being careful to stay at home and use good hygiene practices, even before the stay-at-home order was issued.
We were so close that we had been sharing food, toilet paper, cleaning products, and other resources, and considered ourselves to be one family, sharing the sheltering experience together. But as the virus spread, proved to be more contagious, and the stay-at-home order was issued, we became more concerned about David and Megan, who were still working in their critical roles, being exposed and bringing the virus home to Bryan, me, and my daughter.

Hubby Surrenders His Lactating, Young White Wife to His Black Boss for a Promotion - 2

I use my position as a black business owner to seduce the white wives of my subordinates.

When Kate and David got back to their room after dinner, I was watching and listening when she started the conversation by asking, “Tell me, David, is there anything encouraging that you’d like to tell me about your day that you didn’t feel comfortable discussing in front of the others?”

He replied in a way that seemed uncharacteristically upbeat for his timid personality when he said, “Oh yes, Kate, I’m so excited about this opportunity now. They gave me a lot of confidential insights into the company, and the management training was excellent. And the best part is that I learned that my salary will be increasing by seventy-five percent. I’ll also be a part of the managers’ bonus program, which could mean tens of thousands more each year. So, this really is an amazing opportunity for us.”

That’s when Kate decided to confront him. She asked, “That’s just wonderful, David, but is all of that worth it if you had to lie to me and effectively sell my body to your boss?”

Impregnated by the Black Mountain Man

My husband and I rescue a black man after a flood and he ends up impregnating me.

The floods in Colorado in the fall of 2013 caused devastating losses thought to exceed two billion dollars. It rained for several days and the water accumulated in the mountain foothills and eventually came roaring out of the valleys and canyons in historically-destructive swollen creeks and streams. Roads were completely washed away in many places and the landscape was changed by the sand, rocks, and debris that were moved by the flood waters. My husband and I live in one of those valleys but were spared the worst of the flood.
We live in a modern, log home built in an isolated canyon. Our property is about one hundred yards from the nearest creek, and at an elevation of fifty feet above the normal high-water level. We have no close neighbors and are pretty much self-sufficient with a well-stocked food cellar, plenty of firewood, and an emergency diesel generator for power. We also have well water and satellite service for television and internet access. We were well provisioned and comfortable during the emergency, even though all the access roads out of the canyon were washed away.
My name is Leah, and my husband, Ed, and I have daughter who was five months old at the time of this story. I was still nursing our daughter, and we were trying to get me pregnant again. Ed was twenty-eight years old and I was twenty-six. He's a mechanical engineer and was fortunate to be able to convince his employer to allow him to work from home most of time, only having to drive down the mountain to his office two or three days a month.
I'm a registered nurse who works in a small clinic in the closest town. I was on extended maternity leave at the time of the flood. We own our home free and clear and enjoy our isolated life in the mountains. Our frugal lifestyle allows us to live very comfortably on Ed’s salary.

Lactating Lake Resort MILF Prostitutes Herself

A lactating MILF at a lake resort makes a living the way she learned as a teen, as a prostitute.

Full-time residents in lake resort towns can develop love-hate relationships with the tourists and seasonal residents who they rely on for their survival.  The local economies in those areas are dependent on the whims of the real estate market and the vacation spending of those visiting the area.  That is especially true for lake resorts in areas with harsh winters, where the summer seasons are short.
Those typically small lake towns have rather noticeable class distinctions, with real estate companies, banks, some resort owners, and other business owners at the top of the food chain.  Most of the locals are subsisting the best they can, as either low-paid employees for those businesses, or by eking out a living on their own, with fringe services, such as providing firewood for the seasonal owners.
My name is Emma, and I grew up in just such a lake town in Northern Minnesota.  I’m married now, and moderately comfortable as the wife of a resort owner, although I do supplement our income with my own activities.  Some resorts aren’t as successful as others, and I learned to give of myself to help us be successful.  
I will start out by describing my childhood, so you’ll better understand my later motivations.  My father was a small contractor, more of a handyman really, who helped seasonal owners maintain their properties.  The contracts weren’t very lucrative, since there was a lot of competition from other locals to provide those services.  For that reason, my mother also worked as a maid at one of the local motels.  

Lactating MILF Impregnated by Her Coworkers

I go on a week-long work assignment with two coworkers, and they suck my lactating tits and fuck me.

For as long as I can remember I have been unconventional. My name is Jackie, and even as a little girl I always dressed and sometimes behaved the way boys do. I liked the more-masculine things like sports, computers and cars. I usually wore jeans and baseball caps, and my two older brothers always included me in their activities, at least when we were younger.
Growing up, people always said that I was a very cute girl, with my dirty-blonde hair and blue eyes. But it wasn’t until I turned sixteen years old, during the summer before my junior year of high school, that I really matured. I'm petite at five feet and four inches tall and weighed only one hundred and ten pounds at that time. My girlfriends teased me and said that half of my weight was in my breasts and ass. I had 34DD-cup, melon tits that looked huge on my little body, and my ass was full and shapely, as it still is.
It felt strange when boys that I had grown up with, and who always treated me like one of the guys, suddenly started paying a new kind of attention to me. I have an outgoing, flirty personality and exhibit a kind of self-assurance and naughtiness that they found attractive. A lot of people told me I looked and acted a lot like the frank and brash comedienne and actress Chelsea Handler, especially when we were out drinking.

Breeding An Old High School Friend's Lactating Hotwife

Most of the cuckold stories I’ve read are from the perspective and in the first-person voice of either the husband being cuckolded or his hotwife. But I’m happy to provide my story about fucking and impregnating the wife of an old high school friend. This happened several years ago, when they moved back to our home town of Birmingham, Alabama.
My name is Sam, and I’ll first explain the early years of my friendship with Jeff, before getting to the main events in the story. I was born and spent my most of my childhood in Selma, Alabama, but my family moved to the Birmingham area when I was beginning high school.

I’m athletic, played sports from a young age, and really came into my own as a halfback on the football team in middle school. By the time I started my freshman year in high school in the Birmingham suburbs, I was big enough, strong, and good enough to be a starter on the varsity team. I was already five feet and eleven inches tall, and very muscular at one hundred and ninety pounds. I hate to brag, but I’m also ruggedly handsome, looking a little like the actor, Charles Bronson, in his youth. That, combined with being a star athlete, ensured that I was in the popular groups at school.
I also had friends outside the popular groups, and one of them is Jeff, who lived two streets over in my neighborhood. He’s a decent looking guy, was about five feet and nine inches tall, and weighed one hundred and sixty-five pounds in our freshman year. We rode the bus together, got along well, and became good friends. Over time, we developed a kind of symbiotic relationship that became more beneficial to me as we turned sixteen and started our junior year in high school.

Mother's Milk Ch. 05

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I stood naked in front of my bathroom mirror looking at my reflection. I rubbed my big round pregnant tummy and smiled as I felt the baby kick. It wouldn't be long now. Only a week away from my due date.

The months had gone by quite fast actually and they had been wonderful months.

Tom was the main reason why everything had been so wonderful. He had kept up his visits to me every week day and our relationship blossomed. In the early months we had been quite adventurous, trying out lots of different positions and having fun role-playing.

We both particularly enjoyed our Dom/sub games. In the first few months I dressed up for him in my black leather outfit and I loved it when he called me his dommy mummy. When I got too big to fit into it, I still would dominate him sometimes as the strap-on harness was adjustable.

We also tried role reversing and Tom dominated me, but he only tried it a few times as my son really didn't feel right about being strict with me, especially as I was carrying his baby.

Mother's Milk Ch. 04

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The arrangement I had made with my son was working out great. Tom came to see me every morning before work. Sometimes he only had time for a quickie and then there were the days where he had a ten o'clock meeting. I loved those mornings. He would arrive at about 8 am and we would have almost two wonderful hours together. Whenever possible Tom would plan his ten o'clock meetings for a Monday morning as I had told him not to come and visit me on the weekends. It wasn't that I didn't want to see him everyday but I was conscious of making sure that Tom didn't neglect Jen.

I loved Tom so very much, more as a lover now than a mother. But I was still his mum and the mother in me wanted my son to have a good marriage and a happy full life. It would be so easy for me to be selfish and demand Tom come and see me every day. I felt he was so hooked now that I could have probably insisted he visited me twice a day, on the way home from work as well, and he would have willingly agreed.

Actually I was noticing that Tom was showing a tendency to be rather willing and I was very curious to investigate just how willing and agreeable my son could be. He definitely loved it when I spanked him a little bit during our foreplay sometimes and so far I had been holding back, just smacking him playfully.

Mother's Milk Ch. 03

Previous Chapter 2

I found it hard to sleep that night knowing that the next morning I would be with my son and keeping this news from him. I really wanted to tell him the good news that I was pregnant with his child but at the same time I thought once he knew there would be no reason for him to keep up our sexual relationship.

I had already deceived him once by not telling him that I never actually used the turkey baster method to try and get pregnant and in fact I had just eaten all his cum he had left in my coffee cups.

I was going to lie to him again and I felt bad about it, but it seemed at the time the less painful of my two choices. I just wasn't ready to give him up as my lover.

I was still in bed when Tom arrived the next morning. I had over slept due to having a bad night tossing and turning.

"Morning mum," Tom called out as he walked in my house, using his own key and locking it again behind him.

Mother's Milk Ch. 02

Previous Chapter 1

I awoke the next morning with a big smile on my face as I remembered last night. I had gotten what I wanted. I reached down and felt that I was still wet and knowing that wetness was a combination of my cum and my son's cum made my smile change to a grin. I had slept all night with my son's love juice inside me and he was coming over again this morning on his way to work to give me some more.

I sat up in bed thinking to myself that I had better hurry up and get in the shower, get myself all clean for my son to fill up again. Tom had said he was going to come over earlier than usual, so I had better get a move on.

I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I was dying to pee as I had been holding on all night, not wanting to go when my son left last night as I knew I needed to keep his sperm inside me as long as possible in order to get pregnant. I had just washed my hands and brushed my teeth. I was about to turn on the shower when I heard the front door open and Tom call out to announce he was here.

"Morning mum," he called out.

"I'm in here son," I replied, "I was just about to jump in the shower," I said as I reached up and turned on the water.

Mother's Milk Ch. 01

Good things come to those who wait. That's what my mother always used to say to me and often I would wonder when these good things were finally going to happen to me. My mum was poor and I grew up without a lot of things, one of those being a good father. Mum left him when I was only four so I never really knew him, but from the things I was told about him when I was older, I got the impression I was better off not knowing him. Mum did a pretty good job bringing me up on her own. Even though we were poor, I had a happy childhood.

When I hit my teenage years I became a bit unruly, going out a lot to parties and dating young. That's when I really could have done with a father figure to have some rules set in place, some guidelines. My mum did her best, but she had to work nights just to keep food on our plates and pay the rent. The one thing my mother would always tell me, well nag me would be closer to the truth, was to tell her when I wanted to start having sex so that she could make sure I was on the pill. The last thing my mum wanted was to see me get pregnant young. Of course I told her I wasn't interested in sex yet, I was only fifteen and not ready yet. I guess I was lucky to have such an understanding mother. She never once said to me don't have sex or don't drink alcohol. It was always, don't have sex unless you are on the pill and you use a condom. Don't drink too much because you don't want a hangover for school and don't get in a car if the driver has been drinking. Mum was a realist, she knew teenagers had sex and drank and she knew there was no way of stopping her kid from doing it, all she wanted to do was to make sure I was safe.

Why is it every generation doesn't listen to their parents even when they make sense? I'd like to be able to say I didn't know what I was doing or it was date-rape or I didn't know any better or some other excuse but the truth is I went out to a party with a group of friends and I got drunk. I somehow forgot all the good advice my mother had given me and I got carried away and I ended up fucking this cute guy that I fancied and was hoping he was going to ask me out. He turned out to be a total jerk and was just looking for an easy lay. I was so stupid. This little voice (my mother's voice) in the back of my head was telling me to stop or at least make him wear a rubber, but I ignored it.

Uncle Made Me Pregnant

HI to all, I am Bhavya, basically from Karnataka, but born and bought up from Hyderabad. I was feeling lonely after my hubby got transferred to Chennai and started searching new things online and connected to Indian Sex Stories and felt to share my experience with my uncle who convinced my hubby for test tube baby and fucked me along with his wife &our family member and finally made me pregnant. Its lengthy story please has fortitude to read it.

Let me tell about me, I am Bhavya, married and now I am 28 years old. I am fair, having 36 30 38 vital status, 5.7 ft, about 60 wt. I got married when I was 21 and got one kid of my hubby and two of my uncle. When it happens to me I was just 23 years old and not having kid at that time. Uncle means Dad’s Brother. His wife has some problem because of which she can’t give a birth to child. He is about 48 and his wife is about 42.

After my long time I visited my native that too because of my father death. At that time my uncle saw me with my well maintained assets and started staring my parts and which I neglected. He is very rich and was feeling that nobody has to take care of his property after their death. With Courage they approached my husband for test tube baby and ready to pay their half a property to us. We are not rich as him and I rejected when I heard it. They came to us and told, we can try this with others and u know, we knew your wife, she is good by heart and well mannered, if we get our kid from your wife, kid will be having her character and many thing.