A Very Sexy Belly Dance Performance

I am a young woman who is married to a very successful young man who wants me to wear very sexy, revealing clothing all the time, no matter where we go, what we're doing and no matter the weather conditions or time of year.

My husband loves me to show my bare female body in public. I am so lucky.

Since the time we made this decision about how I am to dress, I have had some incredible experiences by going out in public in some very daring outfits. If you have read any of my other stories, you know I am surprised by the fact that it seems girls who bare their bodies in public can get away with just about anything. I have rarely been thrown out of a place, nor had the police called because of my skimpy attire.

That includes wildly outrageous outings, including baring my nipples while wearing an underboob crop top inside Starbucks, Home Depot and other places.

I seem to get hassled the most when I am barefoot in stores or restaurants, but even then they end up letting me stay... at least most of the time. 

I love the feeling of being out in public while wearing very little clothing. It's exhilarating to make eye contact with a guy who is staring at me because I'm wearing a see-through white short crop top with a micro-miniskirt and 5" high heeled strappy sandals at the mall. I don't wear a bra or panties, ever. I wear nothing but skirts or dresses, but many of my favorite outfits involve me baring my belly. I also only wear sandals or strappy high heeled sandals. And I go barefoot in public anytime my husband wants because that is something else he finds very sexy for me to do.

Unrivaled Swap

A common cliché these days when a married couple seems to be having trouble is that they have "grown apart." I presume that means that their interests have diverged, or that they have become less tolerant of accommodating the diverse interests that they always had, or that things that used to be important to both are only important to one of them, or - most likely - all three combined. I believe that I, Brad Braxton, and my wife, Melissa, were in the "all three combined" category after sixteen years of marriage.

We were both only thirty eight when things became so crystalized that we knew that we had to admit our "grown apart" condition and deal with it. Melissa is one of the smartest and most cultured people that I know and typically direct. I'm more wily than smart and more pedestrian than cultured but I am gregarious and can get along with almost anyone. We both found our callings; Melissa became the director of a prestigious art gallery, and I am the top salesman in the most important product line of a Fortune 1500 company.

I didn't, and don't, believe that either of us is interested in a divorce for many reasons. Number 1 is that I truly love her, respect her, and enjoy her personality. She says that she loves me, and I believe her since she is a very poor liar and I would have easily figured out if she was lying. Number 2, we have three very well adjusted kids, two boys and a girl, that we both love to death. Family activities are always fun since either the kids have not yet hit the stage where they are a pain in the ass, or because of their personalities they never will be. Neither Melissa nor I would do anything to ruin their happy childhoods.

Indian Wife & Boss

Part 1 Wife seduced by her boss

It's a good time to be in Delhi during late February and March. It's the time Delhi witness spring season, lifting the spirits of Delhits. However, Meena was not in best of the moods as she got out of the car and walked to her flat, she had a rather bad day and on top of it, the Delhi traffic was hell. She was now working with HDFC Bank for six months and had to put in long hours. 

She entered the flat and found Ravi, her husband already home. He was working with a rating agency for last five years. He looked at her, "you are late today also."

"Ya honey lot of work and deadlines," she explained but he was not satisfied and looked suspicious. She ignored him as she knows his nature especially when she is late at work. It all started when she had told him about her boss trying to get into her pants, he was mad and was ready to confront her boss. She somehow managed to calm him down and told him that she can handle it. He listened to her and didn't go after her boss but become unreasonably suspicious about her working in the same office with that boss. She told him many times that he should be reasonable as little bit of flirting every working girl goes through but he always fear that her boss may score over her.

The things got so worse that she has to leave a rather lucrative job and settled for lest remunerative job with HDFC. Now she made it a point not to discuss anything about her office. The present boss was also hitting on her but she made it a point not to mention it to Ravi. Still whenever she is late he gets paranoid. 

Boob Pressed By A Rickshawala

Hello, my name is Lalita and I’m 19 years old. I’ve dated only 3 guys in my life and had sex with one. I love having physical relationships. I’m 5 foot 5 in, slim, and curvy. I have big boobs; 36d. This is my first story, and it is based on a real life incident. This happened 6 months ago, when I was coming back from a friend’s birthday party. She lived near my house at a walking distance, but since it was almost midnight I decided to take an auto. I live in Mumbai and it is generally safe for girls to go out at night. I had worn a black dress which showed half cleavage and was tightly hugging my curves. So, I got in an auto, n reached home. It was only 15 rupees. Then I realized I had forgotten my phone and wallet at my friend’s house and my purse only had my make up n keys. I told the autowala that I’ll pay him the next day if he allows, or he can take me back to my friend’s house so I can pay him. But, he was reluctant, and said he will be late to go home then. Also, he did not trust me enough to let me go without paying. We had an argument in the middle of the road at night, but he refused to listen. Suddenly, he turned around n said, “you can pay me in a different way and that also right now” and he started staring at my cleavage. I got angry n said no. I even used bad words at him. He said, I don’t have any option and at this time there is no one to help me.

Anna's Milk Ch. 03

Have you ever had a moment that was simultaneously the best and the worst of your life? That kind of moment is where this story picks up.

Beautiful Anna, a redheaded and luscious woman with freckles, curves, a new baby, and a husband in Afghanistan, had a minute before had my cock in her mouth, and was nursing on it for what she called my "milk." She'd already let me nurse twice on her milk-filled breasts to get the sweet liquid out, and so she said it was only fair for me to give her something in return. 

We'd been in our bathing suits having a squirt gun water fight in the carriage house in back of my parents' house where she now lived, and I'd ambushed her inside. I used the little toy to squirt the tips of her breasts several times, and then her pussy over and over again through her bikini bottom. 

We'd been accidentally and then on-purpose sexually teasing each other day after day, and that moment she finally decided that enough was enough. 

Her baby Ben was safely napping in the second bedroom, and so she led me to her bedroom, locked the door, and easily and without much resistance from me wrestled me to the ground. She then took off her bikini top while sitting on my belly, revealing her large and freckled breasts with their large pink areolas and medium-sized pink nipples. Leaning over my face, she'd gently squeezed one breast and then the other, showering me with her milk, which I tried to lap up. She then let me nurse on one breast and then the other, suckling her beautiful boobs while holding their smooth and bulging warmth with my fingers. 

Anna's "boob juice," as her friend Moira called it, was surprisingly sweet. It was almost like melon juice, but far more sexy. 

And so, once she'd given me that, you'll understand how I was already in a such a stunned world of pleasure she would be able to take off my swim trucks without much resistance, revealing my straining virgin cock, which was then lucky enough to get its first blow job.

Anna's Milk Ch. 02

"Oh my god. I just realized something, David—did you know that to some people I'm now a MILF?"

Gorgeous redheaded Anna, who was so voluptuous she was barely fitting into her pink bikini, with her boobs spilling out the top, said this just after a handsome man slowly walked by as we were at the public pool. He had given her a look that was beyond admiration—even while she was playing with her baby Ben on the towel right next to her.

"Anna, I know you're smart, but are you just figuring this out now?" I said, in some exasperation, because she was beyond pretty, and yet very obviously a mother. And so of course she was a mother that a lot of people would love to fuck. And my secret shame was that I was among them.

It was my secret shame not only because I wasn't her husband, but because her husband was my best friend Nick. But Nick was over in Afghanistan for the indefinite future back when this happened, about a dozen years ago. But I still have a very clear memory of all of it.

Before Nick left, he and Anna had taught me how to help care for their baby, which was for now seemingly my main job in life. And that included feeding Ben lots of breast milk, both from the bottle, and by bringing Ben over to Anna's luscious, milky breasts. They didn't seem to have any problem letting me see Anna's breasts, but I was apparently maybe the only one beyond the immediate family treated that way.

When Nick left he made me promise to look after Ben and Anna. I was supposed to keep Anna from being unhappy, and I was trying—sometimes a little too hard.

Anna's Milk

Anna was a drop-dead gorgeous redhead in my high school with long legs, curves in all the right places, a beautiful face with lots of freckles, and almost tomato-juice colored hair. She was beyond pretty, and closer to take-your-breath-away-and-stare lovely, while at the same time still being the wholesome girl-next-door type. None of that might have mattered much to me if she was a bitch, but Anna was also seemingly one of the nicest, least pretentious, and kindest people you'd ever meet. 

But she was also going out with my best friend Nick, and so she was off limits—not that I would have had much of a chance with her anyway. This is the story of how Nick trusted me, Anna trusted me, my parents trusted me, and I sort of even trusted myself. But I ended up letting everyone down. Or did I? You decide.

This was more than a dozen years ago, and Anna and Nick were a year ahead of me in high school, and getting very serious. In part because I was Nick's best friend, Anna always trusted me, and even flirted with me in an innocent way. I think also she really wasn't aware of how attractive she was to me. In fact, I wasn't sure she really knew in general just how beautiful she was, or of the destabilizing effect she had on most men—and I bet on some women too. 

Anyway, back to the story, because there's a bit of explaining to do... 

I was mostly happy for Nick and Anna as they got hot and heavy their senior year. But, I admit, I was also sometimes jealous because Anna had mostly taken away my best friend. And I was a bit jealous too of how Nick was fucking, as he told me in some detail, this flame-haired goddess almost all of the time. 

I should admit that at this point I was a shy virgin who had never gotten beyond kissing, and hadn't even done much of that.

Through the Backyard Fence

My name is Mohit. I work as an engineer in Silicon Valley for a large chip-maker. I've lived in Sunnyvale, California for a few years now. My parents immigrated to Southern California about ten years ago and I ended up going to Caltech before moving up north. 

I suppose in many ways I've lived a charmed life, but I've always been torn between two worlds, not quite fitting into either of them. My parents wanted me to have a more traditional arranged marriage. I wanted a more modern wife, but someone who wouldn't be afraid to stay at home with the kids. 

Finding my wife was interesting. There are many misconceptions about arranged marriage outside of India. No, my parents didn't have somebody in mind, a daughter of a friend of the family. Unlike my parents, who'd only met a few times before they were married, I wasn't going to be forced to marry somebody I hardly knew. 

When the time came I was subjected to a daily barrage of emails where I was cc'd by my father, who seemed to spend all his time looking for prospective brides online from his home in San Diego. For many Indians new to the US, stuck between two worlds, this is a common right of passage.

Still, in the spirit of romance and adventure I'd endeavored to find a suitable match, a girl who I'd fall in love with and be my karmic destiny. That being said, you'd be surprised who you see on these websites. My father once asked me if I'd be interested in a girl who worked down the hall. 

When I met Divya she was the perfect match. She was a nurse at a local hospital. She had a kind and caring attitude and we shared similar values. 

I called my parents with the happy news that I'd found "The One".

Madhu's Job

Madhu was a very smart and enthusiastic woman. At 28 years of age, she was quite young and energetic in her daily life. She was married to her long loved partner Harish, whom she met at her college. Harish was also a good guy with right attitude. He works in a private bank and was doing well with his job. They were married for two years. They didn't have any kid as they decided to enjoy life a bit before going to have a family.
Madhu was very beautiful and of charming nature. At around 5'8", she has a tall and slim body. Her round face, nice rosy lips and fair complexion added bonus to her beauty. But the most stunning feature of her beauty was her perfectly shaped sexy body. Madhu was not all that voluptuous but she did have proper amount of flesh at proper places. Especially on her two full boobs, and her nice round ass. Her nice pair of D cup sized boobies could easily catch everyone's eyes. Her long and shaped legs and above them her nice round ass was also looked quite heavy and obvious on her slender frame.
In fact, Madhu was quite a head turner in her college years. All of her male friends and even some young professors also tried to have her attention all the time. Madhu was aware of all these. She actually uses her beauty to seduce some of her senior guys to make them help her out in her study. She even did let her Chemistry professor, Mr. Kulkarny to kiss her and fondle her nice body once, for passing her in her final chemistry practical. But that was only for one occasion and she never met that man again. She was a smart girl and knew how to handle situation very well. Her husband Harish has no idea about any of her those activities.

Wife getting gang banged on honeymoon

My name is Sudhir from Delhi and my wife Rajshree. We were on our honeymoon in Goa. Two days ago we had got married and had our first night. On the first night itself I got a very strong feeling that not only Rajshree was not a virgin, she had been regularly fucking guys and quite often. She seemed to be very experienced and really enjoying all sex acts.
She sucked my cock like a whore, rubbing it on her boobs, cheeks and even deep throating. On the very first night I entered her ass too and understood that she had pretty good experience of anal fucking too. In a few minutes I even began wondering if instead of just one, she had several regular boy friends who fucked her frequently.
Some how, this knowledge, instead of infuriating me excited me? I had seen several blue films of gangbang and was always excited by the idea. Now having a girl in my arms who loved gangbang was the ultimate that I could think of! Now on the first day of our honey moon as I touched her boobs, the thought came, “How many boys must have squeezed these boobs!”
As I unbuttoned her blouse and began sucking the nipple. One of most beautiful parts in a women’s body. I started giving small licks on her nipples and teasing them. Her moans increased. I imagined another guy sucking her other nipple and got excited. I became a bit more violent and started sucking the nipples.
I was pressing one with my hand and the other was being fed to my mouth. I sucked her boobs for good 10 minutes before moving down again. I made a line with my tongue from her boobs to her belly button. I licked her belly button area. She was wearing a pink colored panty. This color drives me crazy.
When I moved up to her panty she closed her legs and blushed and didn’t let me touch there. I kissed her again on her lips. I didn’t remove her panty straightaway. I kissed her pussy over the panty and then I kissed her milk white spongy inner thighs. I licked her thighs for sometimes before moving down. She was moaning all the time.