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.

Unexpected Swap Leads To Lifetime Sharing

My wife and I had been married for two years at the time this took place. She was twenty-three and I was twenty-six. Her DD-cup breasts had always drawn attention and I always got turned on when she wore clothes that showed them off.

I remember one time before we were married, Julie was seventeen and I was twenty. We were at a wedding and Julie was wearing a silk dress with no bra and the dress showed quite a lot of the tops of her breasts and her cleavage. Every time I danced with her I had a hard cock that she pressed against. In the end, she suggested that we leave before the end of the evening as we were both so turned on. 

As soon as we got in the car, in the car park, we were kissing and I was playing with her breasts. I love playing with them, having been allowed to do it since the day after we first met. After a while, we knew we needed to go somewhere we could have sex. We talked about whether to go and park somewhere deserted, as we sometimes did, or whether to go back to her mum's house and wait for her mum to go upstairs for her bath, as we usually did when I was at her house. 

We decided to prolong the anticipation, and also be more comfortable, so I started driving to her home. For the first time ever, Julie had her breasts out as we drove along and she also got my cock out and stroked it as I drove.

Our Wet-Nurse

Mark and Donna returned home to their large downtown apartment and looked into the nursery to check on their six-month-old daughter Cindy. She was sleeping peacefully. In the rocking chair next to the baby's bed, their nanny and wet-nurse Devi was knitting by the dim light of a lamp. Devi looked up and smiled that the young couple.

They closed the nursery door and walked back to their bedroom. They talked about how lucky they were to have found Devi just after Cindy was born. It was as if it was meant to be. Devi needed a place to stay and they had extra room. They needed a nanny for Cindy as Donna would have to go back to her lucrative job shortly after giving birth. And to top it all off, as sad as Cindy was to not be able to breastfeed her baby, Devi was a wet-nurse! And she had worked for Mark's sister a year ago and had other excellent references.

As they got ready for bed, still a little tipsy from the wine they had with dinner the couple counted their blessings. They had a healthy baby cared for by a wonderful live-in nanny who genuinely seemed to care about her. She lived in the nursery and was as quiet as a church mouse. They could easily afford her fee and she didn't disrupt their little family's routines at all. In fact, she was becoming a part of the family.

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.

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.

RELUCTANT WIFE SHARED BY HUSBAND

 Not sure if all husbands take their wives for granted after a certain point in life. My husband sure did. He not only take me for granted but also started being abusive if I say a no to him for something and ultimately that lead to our divorce. This incident made me pull the plug on our relationship.

My husband was a cuckold. I realized it some four years into the marriage and down the line another two years I found myself giving into his fantasies and having sex with other men who were his friends. He enjoyed watching me with them and once they were done he used to have sex with me and I was always getting a lot more pleasure and hence I was ok with it too. His friends knew my likes and dislikes and hence they never tried to make my unhappy.

Along with being a cuck my husband also had a few fantasies of me being blindfolded or being tied to the bed, etc. and I have always entertained his fantasies. I have also said a no to a few guys he had suggested if I did not like them and he was ok with that. It was an understanding that we had.

Since we had a lot of these experiments at home, we got our bedroom soundproof. No sound comes in or out of the bedroom once all the doors and windows are closed and this helped me be myself in moaning out loud or for the men to grunt and say things without the fear of anyone outside hearing.

SWAPPING - A NEW BEGINNING

 We were married for 5 years now and we wanted to celebrate our 5th anniversary in a way that we would remember. My best friend since school days, Gayathri, was a part of the planning for me. She was good in suggesting things we probably can do for our anniversary.

Since she is my best friend, or I would say a soul sister to me, I asked if she and her hubby can also join us, to make the day more special for me. She agreed instantly and a one day plan became a week long holiday plan for the four of us.

Our husbands had left it on us to plan for the entire trip and what we wanted to do, etc. After discussing much, we both decided that we will re-live what we both had done during our college days, during one of the vacations. 'All of us live in the same room in the resort!'

We had done it during our college days, with our then boyfriends, for economic reasons. We did not dare do anything then, except for a bit of hugs and kisses since we were shy, embarrassed and nervous to do anything in each other presence. And yes, we wanted to re-live that experience with our husbands this time, after nearly a decade.

MY LIFE PARTNER - A TAILOR?

 Hi, I am Sonal, a housewife from a good family, living in a metro city with my husband and kid from his first wife who was no more due to an accident. My life became almost routine, my husband used to travel a lot due to business, and the kid is at boarding school so most of the time I used to be alone at home. Though my marriage was two years old my husband was not interested in having children with me, I felt like he was avoiding me. I made him clear I will not discriminate and treat all kids as mine but he still does not like me, looks like he married me just for society.
Slowly I stopped the topic of pregnancy and he also forgot that he has a wife now. At age of 25, it was hard for me to stop dreaming about my child. To kill time, I started to surf online, tried few games then found few erotic materials which I found interesting than porn so loved to read those erotic materials slowly started to chat with their writers and made friends with some of them.
As days passed I came to know that most of the stories were fake and very few were real and horny and seductive. Now slowly I started to think of myself in place of the actress of the story and surprisingly I started getting high and later released my sexual tension and I used to feel good and later it became a habit for me to release myself while reading those stories again and again.

NISHA'S HUSBAND SWAP

Nisha had arranged to meet Meenakshi for a drink on the way home from work. It had been a while since they had met without their two husbands and they had missed the opportunity to have a candid, racy conversation about their sex lives; one of the whispered, giggly conversations they had always had over a bottle or two of wine ever sinceNisha had been Meenakshi's bridesmaid many years earlier. She looked forward to hearing about what Meenakshi and her husband, Rishi, had been getting up to between the sheets since last they had talked.
They had decided to meet in the West End in a small bar near Piccadilly. Meenakshi had taken the day off and had spent it shopping on Oxford Street. The shops had been busy and she was running late so she texted Nisha to let her know. Receiving the text, Nisha sighed and looked at her Instagram to pass the time. This wasn't the first time Meenakshi had been late.