Working Late

It was a another night working late for Ishani. Working in a small law firm often meant late nights to meet deadlines. Ishani was married and had a young 4 year old son. She was lucky her husband John had a job which allowed him flexibility and he could be relied on to look after their boy whilst she worked overtime. Ishani had been married to John for 7 years, he adored her and they met through mutual friends. 

Ishani was a Tamil from Singapore and John was immediately attracted to her when they first met, her dark skin, curves in all the right places and her beautiful visage melted him from the beginning. He couldn't believe his luck when she agreed to go out with him, a fairly unattractive and overweight white Australian didn't expect such a gorgeous woman to want him. But so it turned out and they were now married with a young son.

Ishani and John had enjoyed a vigorous sex life from since they were engaged, both of them had a high sex drive and they put it to good use. However, after the birth of their son Ishani's libido waned as she became more focused on being a mother and on her career. She and John had settled into a rut sex-wise. John's sex drive was as strong as ever and the drop in their sex life made him focus on it all the more. Ishani would relent and they would have functional sex where she would do just enough to satisfy her husband, but nothing more, she had no interest in doing the deed but rather wanted to keep John happy.

Ishani was still a gorgeous woman though, in her mid 30's, standing at 5" 8" with jet black hair, round dark eyes, luxurious chocolate brown skin, a nice pair of 18D breasts and an incredible peach shaped bum which immediately drew any man's attention. She'd filled out a little bit since becoming a mother, but at a nice size 10 she was still as attractive as ever.

The Secret Swap

Part 1

I looked over at the alarm clock and saw the amber digits glowing brightly in the darkness: 1:58 AM. I suddenly realized that I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I had that excited tingly feeling in my gut. Jesus, was I really going to go through with this? I was still staring at the clock, and I saw the digital number change: 1:59. I didn't have to get up; I could just stay in bed and forget about the whole thing. Suddenly I became aware of my wife's breathing. I couldn't see her in the darkness, but she was obviously in a deep sleep. I pulled the sheets away and sat up in bed. She didn't stir. I moved to the side of the bed and put my feet on the floor. She didn't move. I climbed out of the bed and stood. She didn't wake up. I could see her alarm clock now; it was showing 2:00, but mine still had 1:59. I heard the ceiling fan whirling away above me. When my clock changed to 2:00 too, I started going towards the door. I made no conscious decision, I simply started to walk.

Our bedroom was absolutely dark. Besides the red glow of our alarm clocks, the only other thing I could see was the little green light on the fire detector, which was right above the door. I walked towards that light and then reached out to find the knob. I opened the door and listened carefully once more. I could still hear her steady breathing. I shut the door behind me and stood in the hall for a few moments. The street light was shining in thorough the window and lighting up the hallway. Jesus, was I really going to go through with this? I walked down the stairs.

At the front door, I looked out of the window. All the houses were completely dark. I unlocked the door and quietly slipped out onto the porch. It was a cool summer night, and very quiet. I shut the door behind me and started walking up the street. What the hell was I doing? It's a strange feeling, to walk around in the small hours of the morning in nothing but boxers and a T-shirt. Then I saw him. He was walking down the sidewalk towards me. I slowed. So did he. When he was close enough so that I could see his face, I saw that he was smirking. I blinked at him and we stopped, looking at each other for a few seconds. I had to call it off. But I didn't say anything. We simply passed each other without saying a word. I walked on without looking back.

Mixed Doubles

"Where is my shirt, Ohh god you have not pressed it," Dilip picked up his crumpled shirt.

"At least I washed it," Anita shouted from kitchen.

"What am I going to wear, you know today is a very important meeting for me and I need this white shirt," he sounded miserable. 

"Please iron it yourself, my baby, I am busy preparing the breakfast," Anita spoke.

"Yeah, as if I am free," he murmured and grabbed the iron. 

Anita walked out of the kitchen and saw Rahul their six years old son, munching the bread.

"Eat quickly, beta, you don't have the whole day for that and don't forget to finish you milk, ohh god I have to get ready," she rushed to bedroom. 

Dilip and Anita were married for almost ten years now and they have a lovely six year old son. They met in collage, fell in love, finished the collage and landed nice lucrative jobs in once booming IT sector. Much against the wishes of their parents they got married and settled down in Mumbai. Dilip belong to the North India while she was from Mumbai so neither of their parents felt that the marriage is going to work, while Dilip was pure vegetarian, Anita has no problem with meat. Against all odds and cultural differences they were together for ten years and were madly in love with each other. 

Anita was a modern Indian girl but came from a conservative family where she was taught the Indian traditions and values of life. Her mother always emphasised about saving her virginity for her husband. She matured early and from a very young age she had developed a noticeable figure. She was always pursued by boys and men alike, she had minor flings, nothing serious, until she met Dilip. 

Sarah's New Life Ch. 02

As soon as I got home from Nicole's lingerie shop, I stripped off all of my clothes and stood in front of the mirror looking at myself. "Could this be Sarah Michelle Richards? The submissive, frumpy, little housemaker and wife of Phillip Richards?"I asked. Outwardly I had worked hard to change after the divorce but after spending a night with Nicole I also knew that I had changed inside as well and would never be the same person I once had been. 

While looking at myself, I saw the reflection of my old clothes hanging in the closet and knew what needed to be done. I spent the rest of the morning throwing out most of my old clothes and replaced them with the much slinkier outfits that I had purchased from Nicole to help show off my new figure. I also took the rest of my new body jewelry and hid it in the back of my closet. It wasn't that I felt embarrassed by it but I wasn't quite sure how Sam would react to knowing his mom wore such things. 

It wasn't until that moment that I had thought of Sam. "Where was he?" I wondered until I noticed it was well after the time he needed to leave for school. 

When he got home that evening, I was shocked by his nonchalant attitude when he asked where I had been and even more so when he replied, "Good for you," when I told him I had stayed with a friend. 

After that, I visited Nicole's shop weekly, sometimes to buy something new and sometimes to spend special girl-girl time with my lover. And after each visit, I found myself feeling more and more confident in who I was becoming and in the way I looked. Instead of the old, shapeless outfits that I had worn daily before my divorce I now wore sexy lingerie every day along with outfits that accentuated the curves of my body and, unknown to anyone but Nicole and myself, I wore my body jewelry under each and every outfit. The only difference being which piece of jewelry I wore. Some days it was simply a looped chain running from one nipple to the other, while on other days I wore the full-body piece that Nicole had given me that first night. 

Horny desi wife having sex with Mexican trainer

My husband just in the last few months has wanted me to have sex with other men. This is just not like me, I have been a good girl most of our marriage and don't understand why he would want another man fucking his wife. I have tried this a few times now and I really like it. I really don't think my husband knows what he has done. He has made me a slut and I like it.

I have started wearing different cloths, started flirting more, and I try and show as much as possible without getting naked. I like this and now don't think I can stop. This is the problem now. My husband tells me I can fuck anyone I want as long as he watches. He encourages me to flirt and tease other men. His only rule is I must tell him everything and no secrets are to be kept.

While having sex at home he usually asks me to tell any event in which I make men uncomfortable sexually. I was telling him how my training manager who is a Mexican looks me and I feel he has a lustful eye on me. He wanted me to take things farther with him and let him know about it.

Our training is about to finish in a day or two and one day we are out for lunch and there my trainer talked to me and straight away told me that he had hots for me from a long time. He said as he will be leaving soon so want to know if he could spend 2 hours with me in his hotel room. I came home and told this to my husband and he was very excited and told me to text him and fix a time to see him.

After some texting the time is fixed that I am going to meet him on lunch time in his hotel lobby tomorrow. I reached the hotel and was waiting for him in lobby. He came and saw me in saree and said I am looking beautiful and he said me to wait for few minutes and he went away. I waited for him some time and got to know later that he went to get condoms as he didn’t have any.

Sex Changed Our Life

Right from my school days, I was liked by the senior girls of my school. They used to call me to their congregation in the school and like to talk, joke and play with me. Some of the senior girls even kiss on my forehead treating me a younger one. But I get a pleasure out of this without understating sex. Still I liked to be kissed by them. Hence I like girls and like to sit, talk, and joke with them. This tendency of mine went ahead at a same pace with my growth.

Mine has two children, the elder one is in St.6 and younger one is still sucking his mother’s nipples. Whenever I attempt even to touch his mother’s nipple, he fights with me and does not allow me to touch. I was in financial crisis. Recently I joined in a big Private company. Rima is in search of a job. But it is not easy to get a job in these days.

One of my friends invited me to his home on the occasion of his son’s birthday. I and Rima (changed name of my wife) drove to my friend’s home at 8PM with a gift for the little baby. Rima had taken enough care to make her attractive. She was gifted with two beautiful melons which can make any one of any age to dream of having sex with her at least once in life. Her navel was clearly visible under his light blue color sari. Everyone who sees this must wish to encircle his tongue around her beautiful navel. Her dense armpit hairs are one of the reasons to arise anyone’s cock. We reached my friends home and joined the party. I observed that everybody’s eyes were focused on Rima. The transparent sari and the sleeveless blouse allow others to watch her body and armpit hairs.

Fall from Grace

I never meant to cheat. It was never who I was or who I wanted to be. I was raised to believe the Bible and try to follow what it said. I was always a good girl raised in a Southern Baptist church. I married a preacher and had two children. We were the perfect southern family. We were perfect until Clay joined our church. Clay was the type of man who could tear a woman down by looking at her. Undress her and turn her into a whore with his crooked smile. When I first saw him, I admit I felt the tug of temptation. He wasn't tall but he was very fit. His shirts seemed to cling to his hard muscles. He had such a cocky smug look and he made me tingle in places that usually stay behaved. 

Clay liked to look at me. I frequently caught him staring at me and he never looked away. My face always turned red and I was the one who looked away. I was used to getting looks from men. I always felt that I was attractive. I have long dark brown hair and blue eyes. I am on the shorter side around 5'1 and I would run everyday except Sunday. I kept myself in shape and I worked hard. I could not say the same for my husband. Everywhere Clay was firm, my husband was soft. I caught myself looking at him more and Clay caught me looking too. 

He taught at my son's school and he worked the car rider line in the mornings. I would drop my son off and Clay would smile that cocky half smile and joke around with me and the kids. He used the same gym I went to and started showing up when I would work out. He worked out near me and we constantly caught each other looking. Soon he began to come over and flirt while I was working out. That's when the touching started. He began by feeling my biceps and making a big show of how strong I was getting. Then he brushed my hair back from my face one day when the gym was empty. That made my heart pound in my chest. One day he helped me with my form when I was using the triceps machine. His hands were so strong as he grabbed my waist to move me. They lingered on my hips and then slipped back to my ass. He leaned in and whispered to me, "You are so fucking sexy. I can't take my eyes off you. You are exactly the kind of woman I love to fuck."

The Blind Struggle

My face felt warm as I started to wake from a groggy sleep. I fluttered my eyes open, then closed them immediately as the sunlight penetrated my retinas. I lay there trying to make sense out of the knot of emotions in my head. I had a headache. I prayed silently that my night had been a fever dream.

Carefully, I reached out my hand to feel around my bed. My fingers touched something hard, and I realized it was my laptop, still lying next to me. But my son, Adam, was not in my bed.

I forced my eyes open again and sat up, blinking. I looked around the room. Images danced through my mind. Images of my son lying beneath me while my hips ground against him. Along with those images came a dull physical sensation between my legs.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I was lying to myself. Those images were too real. They were too vivid not to be true. I had just had sex with my own son. Worse still, I had let him come inside me. What if I got pregnant? The thought terrified me.

The thought of being pregnant brought forth some other images. Images I had buried. It wasn't all that long ago that I had been pregnant. But nobody knew about it, except my doctor. I had kept it hidden from everyone.

After my husband had moved to China almost two years ago, I had gone through a long period of loneliness. After a year, I finally agreed to go out with a guy from work. His name was Mark. We had had sex on our first date. Something about the guy didn't sit well with me, and I never pursued anything further with him.

The Summer Kitchen Ch. 02

I love two men. One of them good, caring, and faithful: my husband, Joe. The other is one of those "Bad Boy" types most of us probably knew in high school - the ones with leather jackets who rode loud, black bikes and got envious stares. They were always on the fringe, breaking rules, flaunting their freedom to do whatever they wanted, and to hell with everyone else. Almost always they were painfully beautiful, too. That's the other man in my life – my lover – my guilty indulgence – Ryan.

My husband Joe is steady, makes a good living for me and the girls and is always there for me. He doesn't deserve any of this. That's what makes my deceit so abhorrent. I'm disgusted with myself but I'm so hooked on Ryan that I can't quit him. Off-and-on, we have been involved in our affair for several years. A couple months ago he came back into my life after a year of absence. 

I hated myself afterward, but of course I went back and gave myself to him as soon as he called. As I said, I'm hooked. He's my drug, my alcohol, my very breath. I know someday I'll lose everything I have because of my need for Ryan. It's as if that is already preordained. If I lose Joe it'll rip my guts out. If I lose Ryan, I'll die. Pretty grim tale, huh? 

After being gone for a year with no word, Ryan called. He'd been in my dreams nightly so it was almost as if he'd never left, anyway. We got together again but he'd seemed different – somehow changed. Always the devil-may-care type with little regard for anybody else's feelings, since his return he was even more self-centered and demanding than before. Early in our relationship he'd told me he "owned me," although he was never mean or overly cruel to me. 

The Summer Kitchen Ch. 01

After almost fifteen years of marriage, I finally admitted to myself that I have a problem. It started around my ninth year of married life and has continued to this day. I am in some ways, like an alcoholic. The first step is to admit you are one, and the next is trying to stay clean. I'm trying to stay clean but it's a struggle. My addiction is Ryan. Yeah, as you might've already guessed, he's not the guy I married. My husband is Joe. He's handsome and a perfect husband and father. I love him deeply. We have two children, ages twelve and fifteen. As you can see from the age of my oldest, I was preggy when we married. 

Joe is six-foot, dark hair, brown eyes, and very handsome. He's a VP and regional manager for one of the large wine companies, steadily making his way up through the ranks to an executive position. As a result, we live well. He is athletic and still youthful, despite working hard to provide for me and his children. That is why my deceit is even more despicable. I'll get to that in a moment. 

We are both cyclist and stay trim, which is why we frequently get envious, and sometimes, lustful looks from both sexes. Narcissistically we enjoy their attention and I admit that every once in a while I spot a guy that makes me drool. Joe has also admitted as much to me about some chick he sees with nice tits. It has provided us a few laughs and often as not, some hot sex sessions between us. Neither of us have a thought of entertaining these impulses, believing them to be natural responses to the opposite sex. I always knew Joe would never cheat on me, and that I'd never cheat on him - mostly. 

I'm a five-six, slim built, blond with a 35 inch bust, and what Joe calls, "an ass to die for." I admit I like to wear jeans or shorts to show it off, and Joe likes it too. From day one, mine and Joe's sex life has always been great. He's a good lover, attentive, inventive and tender. We are not prudes. We sometimes watch porn and in the past have even tried out several sexual devices.