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.

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.

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.

Happy Surprises

A few finishing touches, and Cara would be ready for her date. Ready or not, she had joined an adult nursing site to try to find a partner. She had delivered Bella seven months prior and she was a little hungry for adult company and a lot hungry for some sensual interaction. Bella's father was a friend's-with-benefits arrangement that accidentally produced Bella. Being the independent woman she was, she felt that there was no better time than the present to reach one of her life's goals.

Once she finished with her blush and neutral eye shadow, Cara checked on Bella to see if she was awake. Fortunately, she was and she was all smiles. "Hello, my love. How was your nap? It must have been good by the looks of you."

Bella's smile was so delicious. She brightened the world whenever she smiled. That was Cara's unbiased opinion and it happened to be a fact. Her blond hair and big blue eyes made her appear angelic. Cara picked her up and realized she needed a diaper change. Afterward, she laid her in her baby bouncer while she laid out her clothes.

She needed something that was classy, but that also showed off her breasts. She decided on a pencil skirt with an off the shoulder sweater. The sweetheart neckline gave a beautiful frame for her deep cleavage. Looking in her jewelry armoire, Cara chose a Y necklace that dangled a teardrop gemstone right above her cleavage. (There's nothing like drawing an arrow to the main attraction.)

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.

How we became swingers

 Sandra had just graduated from an elite beauty academy in Los Angeles and was now back home in the San Francisco bay area doing photo shoots all week which led up to a hair show on Friday. Throughout the week Sandra had made friends with a woman by the name of Mayumi. According to Sandra, Mayumi was a beautiful Japanese woman that was showing her the in's and out's of working photoshoots. Mayumi was married to a rich business man named Troy and together they lived in the UK for over 7 years. Mayumi was in the states for only 1 week to work on the photo shoots and hair show and would leave the following Monday. Late Friday morning Troy had flown in from the UK to see the hair show and spend the weekend with Mayumi. Sandra was excited for me to meet Mayumi at the hair show. I was happy that she had made friends with someone while working on these shoots since this was her first actual big project outside of the beauty academy.

After the hair show everyone went to the sir Francis drake hotel in SF for a large party. There were a lot of people there. Sandra's hair was platinum blonde at the time and she wore a tight white blouse with a black short skirt. I finally was able to meet Mayumi for the first time. I had seen her from picking up Sandra, but only from afar, nothing face to face. She truly took my breath away the first time that I stood before her and heard her soft and lovely voice. She did not shake my hand, but hugged me.

"Ahh... hello love, you are the amazing husband that Sandra has been telling me about." She said.

Wife and the Jat

 For those who don't know, Jat is an agricultural community of Indo-Aryan origin mostly found in Haryana and many members are spread of north western Indian provinces like Uttar Pradesh, Punjab and also in parts of Pakistan. The Jats are known for their tall figures, healthy and stout bodies and they exercise much political influence in Indian politics.

Ram Swarup Singh, the important character of this story is a Jat and will be referred to as "the Jat" in later part of the story. He was 38 years old, his height 6'2", had the muscular body of an athelete. He was originally born and raised in Haryana but for job he had been staying in Hyderabad since last few years.

Ram Swarup was unmarried but not a virgin. At 38 years of age he had laid about seven girls and eleven women. His sexual prowess and desire for female flesh were almost a legend in the known circles. Many female partners who had been to bed with him admired his exceptionally long and thick meat though a few others were also afraid of his mammoth tool. He missed no opportunity to seduce girls and women whose body caught his eyes. But he was never known to have taken undue advantage of his bed partners. Ram Swarup was not the central character of this story, it is the gravitational pulls of life that brought him at the center of this story.

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.

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.

The Reluctant Lactating Wife

 "Honey, we honestly can't keep doing this anymore."

It was a Monday morning once again in the McCarthy household. John McCarthy was a stockbroker in his mid 30s. With close to a decade of experience in his field, coupled with stellar degrees from one of the top colleges in the country, he was a very successful individual in his profession. Like many successful men, he was also very dominant in his personal relationships, especially with regards to his wife. But therein also lied his uniqueness among other successful men. While his kind usually enjoyed a wide spectrum of female company both emotionally and physically, Mr. McCarthy had only ever been with one woman in his entire life.

They had met each other in middle school. John had asked her out towards the end, and they had been together all the way through high school and college. Shortly after securing a steady job, he had put his name on her, and thus his high school sweetheart had become his Emily McCarthy at the age of 23.

Lactating Hot Wife - Chapter 6 - Lori's Seduction

I discover I have a strange attraction to this older woman

Previously: As you may recall, Glenn, my husband's best friend and college roommate, was staying at our home during the summer of 2015. I had given birth to my first child, Amy, less than a month prior to Glenn arriving.

One evening, my husband, Chris, convinced me to breast feed our daughter in the living room while he and our house guest watched. It sounded innocent enough, but the sexual tension was unmistakable as I bared my breasts in front of my husband and his best friend.

That night Chris also convinced me to allow them to sample my breast milk. I sat there, my eyes tightly closed, silently trying to stifle my moans, as my husband and his friend felt and sucked on my milk engorged tits while I caressed their heads. It was wicked, naughty and very sexy.

Lactating Hot Wife - Chapter 5 - Fourth Of July At Vail

 My lovers and I spend the fourth of July weekend in Vail

The relationship:

In retrospect, I should have seen this coming. In the weeks following my decision to open my marriage, as well as my thighs to my husband's best friend, Glenn, the emotional entanglements became more obvious and real. Glenn claimed that he was in love with me. If I am honest, I shared those feelings towards him as well.

My emotional connection to Glenn was not surprising since he was only the second man with whom I had made love, and the second man with whom I had ever climaxed. I guess I was infatuated with my new lover.

Just to be clear, I was not contemplating ending my marriage. I was deeply in love with my husband, of that I was sure. In fact, I loved Chris even more for allowing me to enjoy and experience his best friend. However, I could not deny, at least not to myself, that I loved Glenn as well.

Lactating Hot Wife - Chapter 4 - Jill Takes Two

 Chris and Glenn want to take me at the same time! Is that even possible?

Previously:

As you may recall, Glenn, my husband's best friend and college roommate, was staying at our home during the summer of 2015. I had given birth to my first child, Amy, less than a month earlier. 

The first two weeks of Glenn's stay went smoothly, however, my life changed completely one Friday evening in early June.

My husband, Chris, convinced me to breast feed our daughter in the living room while he and our house guest watched. It sounded innocent enough, but the sexual tension was unmistakable as I bared my breasts in front of my husband and his best friend.

That night Chris also convinced me to allow them to sample my breast milk. I sat there, my eyes closed, silently trying to stifle my moans, as my husband and his friend felt and sucked on my milk engorged tits while I caressed their heads. It was wicked, naughty and very sexy.

Lactating Hot Wife - Chapter 3 - My Men Give Me A Massage

Chris, Glenn and I establis the rules before they seduce me again

Previously:

As you read previously, my husband's best friend and college roommate, Glenn, stayed with us at our home in Aurora, Colorado during the summer of 2015. I had given birth to my first child, Amy, less than a month earlier, and was breast feeding her.

Soon after Glenn's arrival, I became aware that he had discovered some naked pictures of me that my husband, Chris, had taken when we were students at Penn State. While embarrassed, I was also flattered and somewhat aroused by the thought of this twenty one year old hunk looking at pictures of me naked, and possibly masturbating to them. My husband found the idea equally stimulating.

On Friday night, June 13, 2015, my life changed completely when my husband convinced me to breast feed our daughter in the living room while he and our house guest watched. It sounded innocent enough, but the sexual tension was unmistakable as I bared my breasts in front of these two men.

Lactating Hot Wife - Chapter 2 - The Aftermath Of My First Threesome

Chris and Glenn take me at the same time!

 

Previously:

As you read in chapter one, my husband's best friend and college roommate, Glenn, stayed with us at our home in Aurora, Colorado during his internship during the summer of 2015. I had given birth to my first child, Amy, less than a month earlier, and was breast feeding her.

Soon after Glenn's arrival, I became aware that he had discovered some naked pictures of me that my husband, Chris had taken when we were still students at Penn State University. While embarrassed, I was also flattered and somewhat aroused by the thought of this twenty one year old hunk looking at pictures of me naked, and possibly masturbating to them. My husband found the idea equally stimulating.

On Friday night, June 13, 2015, my life changed completely when my husband convinced me to breast feed my one month old daughter, Amy, in the living room while he and our house guest watched. It sounded innocent enough, but the sexual tension was unmistakable as I bared my breasts in front of these two men.

Lactating Hot Wife - Chapter 1 - Chris Exposes And Shares Me With His Best Friend

Setting the context:

First, a little about me. I am twenty three, and married to my high school sweetheart.

I am five foot, nine inches tall, with a slender athletic frame. My hair is blond and I frequently wear it in a ponytail, giving me a youthful, innocent look, even when naked.

Normally, my breasts are small, but firm and perky with large prominent nipples. However, at the time of these events, my breasts were much larger as they were temporarily engorged with milk for my baby.

I also have a pretty face with blond hair and green eyes. I have a sweet, innocent, ‘wholesome’ look about me. Yes, objectively speaking, I am quite pretty.

Chris and I started dating during my junior year in high school. I lost my virginity to Chris during my senior year in high school on Christmas Eve, in December, 2011. I was a few months short of my eighteenth birthday. Chris was home from Penn State for the holidays.

Upon graduating from high school, I followed Chris to Penn State where we dated exclusively until we got married at the end of my sophomore year of college. The wedding was held in the chapel on campus in State College Pennsylvania.

Mom and Daughters - MIL and Wife

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.

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.

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.