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.

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.

Cheating with my office colleague

Hubby took my daughter to India for four days and I was felt alone and ma ovulation period started and I need someone company very badly. One of my colleague always filters with me. His wife is pediatric so I am very close with her, I don't want to spoil the relationships So i never told about her hubby's secret text. He is dermatologist too so he flirts with me like suggesting beauty products Many times, he gifts me with complimentary beauty products to me and his wife.

His wife and kids are in vacation and in India and she requested me take care of him because he doesn't cook so she requested me to give at least two home cooked food per week so I asked her what is his favorite dish/ She told me prawns so I brought prawns and crabs. Crabs are my favorite.

He came to ma houses for evening tea and dinner early that what I planned and He wrote nice collar t-shirt and black jean properly dressed.

I was wearing tight Tee's and tight yoga pants and It was my usual costume. I was not willing to dress traditionally and Let him see me casually.

Forbidden desires of family woman Sharmila

Hi all, this is Sharmila, 26, living with my husband Rahul. We had a love marriage and he gave me all the happiness. He was good at bed too. I was also happy with him. As a result, we had a son Rakesh, who was 10 months old. But I could not have a proper talk with my mom, dad, and other relatives. They were against my love marriage and saw me as a convict.

Last week, my cousin came to invite me and my husband to his marriage. Once my cousin went, my husband told me he wouldn’t come.

A few days later, I realized that today evening was the reception and the next day morning was the marriage. So, I was thinking about all these things in my kitchen. A sudden thought came to me, “Should I ask Rahul once again?”

So I went to my bedroom. My husband was getting ready to go to the office. He was working as a planning manager in a company.

Me: Dear, we can go to this marriage? I think only then we can improve our bond with my family. (I asked him pleadingly.)

The Sparrow and the Anaconda

 My name is Michael Morgan -- friends and family call me Mike. I'm 42, average height and weight and an IT professional for a Healthcare system in Michigan. My wife is Sarah Morgan -- friends and family call her Sparrow, and she is a schoolteacher in the elementary system.

Sparrow is barely five foot tall, small breasted (32b), just about 100 pounds soaking wet. She has brown hair that falls just to her shoulders and deep brown eyes. I will also admit that she has the cutest little ass this side of Detroit. She is 39 years old but looks much younger because of her size.

We live in the suburbs of Grand Rapids and have been married for 18 years. We have two children in their teens, old enough to be on their own but still young enough that we don't leave home alone overnight.

As you can guess, Sparrow got her nickname because she is incredibly tiny and lithe but to anyone who knows her, she is small but mighty and has an Irish temper that surprises people who cross her. She is also incredibly reserved and private and doesn't take kindly to jerks or arrogance.

Priyamani The Seductress

 I am a 60-year-old man who has been married for over 35 years to my lovely wife, who is 5 years younger than me. We have four children, three sons and a daughter. All of our children are married, and we have several grandchildren now. I retired from the civil service after serving for over 30 years. I am a shy and reserved person in my friend's circle and often prefer solitude over the company of others. My strange history urged me to get on the internet and better understand and appreciate it. Until then, I shunned computers and preferred to work the old-fashioned way. Surprised to learn about this, I thought of penning my story for the benefit of readers.

I come from a small village in South India. We are from a backward, oppressed caste. Even today, in our village, we still have to endure a lot of insults. We live in a city now, and also, because of my status and power, a lot of the discrimination has waned away.

The story starts in the late 1960s, when I was perhaps 7 years old. I was an only child and lived with my mother and father on a small farm on the outskirts of our village. My mother was perhaps 26 years old at the time, and my father was quite older than her, at perhaps 41 years old. My mother was a beautiful woman with a fair complexion. I saw her mostly in a tanned state because of her constant work in the field, though. Her name was Priyamani, but everyone knew her by the shortened version of her name--Mani. It may be interesting to note that she had a striking resemblance to the actress Priyamani from South India. My mother, who was a Brahmin, was raped by a lower caste man, for which her family ostracized her. When I was 6 years old, she married my father, even though he was a man of low caste. We are from Andhra Pradesh state, near the border of Tamil Nadu, but now live in one of the big coastal cities of Andhra.

Amy's Big Milky Tits

A good friend of mine, Amy, is pregnant. I visited her yesterday to return some tools that I had borrowed from her husband Rob. When I got there Rob was out, Amy was home alone and she invited me in.

Amy was dressed in white leggings with a thin yellow t-shirt, everything was clinging tight to her ever-expanding body and her bump had grown substantially since I last saw her. Her boobs though, her boobs were massive, Amy was a big girl, with a substantial chest before she got pregnant, but now they must have been almost twice the size.

We got to chatting and I complimented her on how healthy she was looking, but I couldn't help glancing down every so often at her boobs. Her nipples were big and hard, poking through her bra and t-shirt.

"Huge aren’t they?" she said as she hoisted them up. "I can’t believe how big they’ve got, my nipples are so much more sensitive too."

We often flirted and chatted about sex so this was nothing out of the ordinary, but this time I found my cock was starting to get hard so much quicker than in the past.

Indian housewife tries prostitution

My name is Naina, and I'd like to introduce myself by telling you about my past adventures, and encounters, of a sexual nature. I think you'll understand me best through those.

I grew up free, as we were wealthy, and my parents afforded me the freedom to discover who I was without restriction, often encouraging me. I was never told no, and instead they made sure I had access to the resources to do as I pleased.

I was a tall slim teen but as I grew, I filled out quite nicely until my Sari could no longer hide my attributes. I took to wearing jeans and tight t-shirts in order to keep boys eyes on me, but always held them at arm's length. Even the upper class needed to follow societal rules, unless we were behind closed doors.

My body wasn't the only thing that caught the boy's breath. I had been told on many occasions, by boys and men alike, that I should have been born a princess, as my beauty captured their hearts from the moment they saw me. My sly smiles to their comments only melted their hearts further.

Wife Swap Sex On A Trip To Jaipur

 This is a wife swap sex story of two childhood friends Ravi and Saurabh, and their wives Shruti and Ruchi, respectively. Ravi and Shruti live in Lucknow, whereas Saurabh and Ruchi live in Delhi. Ravi and Shruti have one child of two years, whereas Saurabh and Ruchi have none.

The story began when Ravi and Saurabh planned to visit Jaipur with their family. Ravi reached Delhi airport along with his family, where Saurabh was there with Ruchi to pick them. Let me describe the stats of Shruti and Ruchi.

Shruti was fair in color with a height of 5ft 4 inches. She is a little bulky with a 38-32-36 figure. One could not take their eye away from her boobs and buttocks. Both were big but firm. Ruchi is a little dusky with a height of 5ft 5inch. Her stats are 34-32-34. She was tall and lean but looked sexy.

When Ravi reached Delhi, Saurabh hugged both Ravi and Shruti. Shruti was a bit uncomfortable. But she smiled and said hello to Saurabh. Saurabh then introduced his wife to Ravi and Shruti.

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.

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.

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 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.

INDIAN FAMILY IN A WEB OF LUST

 This story is set in India and is about Rajesh, his wife Pooja & his mother-in-law Sujata. It is a passionate tale about crossing the lines of relationship in pursuit of real sexual happiness.

Rajesh was a handsome 26-year-old man married to Pooja; 3 years younger than him. Their marriage was about 30 months old. They were a young independent couple living in an apartment in Gurgaon in India. Rajesh was a manager at a call center & Pooja was tele calling executive.

Rajesh & Pooja met for the first time at their workplace. He was a handsome young man with position of slight power. It was easy for him to get the girls in his call center. Pooja was also one such conquest. However, there was something about her which set her apart. Her energy in bed was way different than other girls, which took Rajesh to different levels of pleasures altogether.

Prem Agni

Hello friends! I am Ravi back with my new story. The incident I am going to narrate has occurred recently when I got admitted in an institute to learn a software course. It is really great story about my oral and anal sex with a great mature lady. Our class strength was 10 consisting of 3 guys and 7 ladies. The class was for 2 hours each day for 3 months. Among all of the ladies, there was one lady whose age I figured was 26 years and looked somewhat familiar. I could recall that she was living in the lane next to mine. I am damn sure anyone can piss in their pants after just looking at her. Her figure is 38C-30-40 and name is Sunita. She is about 5 feet 3 inches in height and of milky-white complexion. Sunita generally comes to the institute with light-colored siffon sarees with sleeveless deep cut blouse with the MANGALSUTRA hanging around her neck. She wore saree below her navel which makes her looks sexier. Sunita uses red lipstick and her nails are polished red which multiplied her beauty. Whenever she entered the institute, everybody’s attention was drawn to her.

At the second class, Sunita sat closer to me during the practice session. I touched her body and I got a shock. It was electric! And I think she knew it! We chatted for a while and easily became friends. During the chit-chat, I came to know that her hubby wants her to join the software industry. He is working as an IT-recruiter and it is easy for him to push her. Sunita even disclosed that she has just conceived a lovely child. As we get up and down in the bus at the bus stop, I always eagerly waited for her. One day I went closer to her in the bus and started to put my dick exactly in her buttocks. First Sunita didn't recognize it; but she afterwards recognized and looked at me angrily. I simply smiled at her as if I was unaware of that. As it was very crowded, I gently squeezed her buttocks. The very next day, I saw her standing in middle of the crowd. I went close to her and stood behind her and slowly pushed my dick in between her ass crack. Sunita shacked slightly and stood there itself. I became bold and pushed my dick deep in her ass crack. I bent close to her and showed how much hot I am through hot breath in a turn. I gave a kiss in her cheek without knowing others in the bus. Sunita looked at me and told, "Look! I am married. Don’t disturb me.” I smiled at her and told bravely, “Even though you are married, you possess breasts to press and suck, and cunt to fuck.” She didn’t have expected these kinds of words from me there. Sunita scolded me, “Shut up you bastard!” and went away from me. In the practice class, I sat beside her. She stared at me angrily. Before she could say anything, I placed my proposal. In a slow voice, I told her, “Look Sunita. I love you. You are amazingly sexy. You are just unavoidable. I masturbate thinking of you in the night and make my bed-sheet dirty. I really need to fuck you before any other people seduce you.” She looked into my eyes and sensed the lust. After staring at me strangely for a while, Sunita giggled. And I got confirmed that she gave in. thereafter I passed sex comments to her and even shared sex jokes with her. We both liked company of each other. Whenever I got chance I squeezed her boobs, tickled her and kissed her lips.

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. 02

I did not see much of Aruna after Prakash’s return. Things got suddenly frantic at the office and I was making arrangements to expand my team by getting more resources from India. Aruna enrolled in a local community college for some course and got occupied with that. We also got news that Prakash would be needed for an extended period of time at the regional office, at least a week every month. I was excited. This would potentially give me more time with Aruna. Wow!

One evening, she stopped by my apartment as I was preparing for a jog. She looked apprehensive.

I said, “Oh Aruna! Prakash has to go away on work for a week from next Monday. I can’t wait to be with you. I want this so badly!” But I stopped when I saw she did not share my excitement.

I asked, “Aruna, Is everything okay?” I pulled her close and hugged her. I got the familiar scent of her hair, and felt the softness of her breasts against mine. I felt my desire rising. She realized the effect she was having on me and pulled away.

“Oh Sir! Did Prakash not tell you?” she looked up at me. “He wants me to come with him this time because it is a week, maybe longer. I will have to go with him. We are leaving this Friday so we can have the weekend there. He has made plans.”