An Indian couple exploring the Swinger lifestyle

Aarti was 42 years old, her husband Nagesh was 44. Their twin daughters had just started their courses in a foreign university, an event that had suddenly seemed to make their house feel empty. Both had good jobs. The mortgage on their house was just about paid off. Both were fit and healthy. Not only did they share house, home and children, but also the same values and attitudes about everything from money to sex.

They were compatible and very comfortable with each other. They were faithful to each other. Both had opportunities, neither ever took them. Where they sometimes attracted to other people? Absolutely. They accepted sexual attraction to others, and others' attraction to them, as part of human nature and as a fact of life. In short, they wondered but never wandered.

Married for more than 20 years, both had reached a stage where they felt that something was missing, an inexplicable emptiness that did not jibe with their love for each other. They couldn't put a finger on why or when this sense of emptiness started. They just knew it was there. It had crept up on them.

In the beginning of their life together, the sex was hot. They were more experimental in their youth, discovering the joys of various positions and techniques. But over the years, their sex life fell into a routine, especially after the twins were born.

The Ranch

Chapter - Day One

My wife Barb and I stay at our friends Ranch for the long weekend, along with our swinging couple friends we met an adults only resort.

Barb and I flew from Sydney to Brisbane on a standard domestic flight. From there, we transferred to a small, six-seater private plane. After a two-hour flight, we landed on the ranch's landing strip. The heat of the day hit us as soon as we stepped out of the small plane. A black car was waiting for us, the driver collected our bags and placed them in the back of the vehicle.

It was another 1fifteen-minute car ride before we pulled up outside the Two Dogs ranch. White post-and-rail fences kept the horses inside each of the paddocks. In the larger fields in the distance, a herd of cows is contentedly eating the green grass. Several well-maintained barns were scattered in the immediate area, along with a large stable.

The main house was a large single-story building with a bull-nose veranda wrapped around the sandstone house.

A Sexy Lactating Housewife And Some Ugly Low Class Men

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A Win-win Situation

"I can't tell you how happy I'm today," I said, wiping the white drops off my lips. "I had this lifelong fantasy of drinking breast milk. Thank you for offering me the most precious drink on the earth!"

"No need to be formal, dear," said Vaishali, pulling me back to her milk tanks. "I wish I could fulfil my fantasy of feeding my milk to my baby's father as well."

I couldn't respond with my mouth full of her soft flesh and fresh milk. What would I have said anyway? Vaishali's husband, Veer, was not at all interested in a nursing mother, even if she was his own wife and had given birth to his own child.

Everybody has a different choice. Why should we judge someone based on their choices? Someone would find my fantasies to be the weirdest...

Drinking fresh breast milk and eating a new Mom's pussy!

Step Dad and My Wife

I am Rahul and my desi big boobs wife is Meena aged about 32 years. Meena is quite beautiful, a bit on the plumper side with a stunning figure of 36B-28-34 height (medium height) 5ft 3 inches and 58 kg. Right from the time of our marriage I wanted her to be sexy and well maintained.

Her most attractive feature is her milky white complexion, big up thrust boobs, quite difficult to hide in clothes, heavy buttocks and huge fleshy thighs. She resembles a sex bomb like the actress Ayesha Khan.

After she got divorced, my mom married a muslim man, Abdul who was her gym trainer. My mom died a few years ago due to heart attack. From then, Abdul (55) was living alone. He was a big man, not just in size but in personality too. His muscles flexed under his shirt.

We had to visit our town to sell the land off. We had no other choice than to stay at Abdul's place. I was worried because he was a womanizer and he had also seduced my mom. He received us well and invited into the house. He arranged lunch for us. During the whole time he was staring at my wife which made me uncomfortable.

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.

Indian Wife Gets Pregnant

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Camping

When my two best friends and I decided to make an annual tradition of taking a week-long camping in Oconee National Forest together with our wives, we had no idea how much fun it would end up being. We were as different as three white guys from the suburbs can be, but having been friends since kindergarten, we were as close as brothers. Nick was tall, blond and athletic; his wife Nina was a busty Italian girl, with a heart-shaped ass and pouty lips that were equally likely to sweet-talk you or spit curses. Adrian was a punk rocker, with spiky hair and tattoos all up and down both arms; his wife Asha was Indian, tall and leggy, with skin the color of dark chocolate, waist-length black hair, and breasts the size of two ripe peaches. My name is John (for the sake of privacy, all names are made up (we didn't all marry girls with the same first initial), and my wife Jiao is half Chinese, half Korean, petite, with choppy black bangs and the wettest pussy I've ever come across. Seriously, when I eat her pussy, the mattress is usually soaked through.

How did we end up married to such hot girls? All three of us thanked our lucky stars on a daily basis. And the thought of fucking our wives under the stars, maybe even talking them into some skinnydipping, had all three of us hot for weeks thinking about it.

Tangled Passions

Chapter 1 : Our journey into a swinging life begins

I was in bed reading my book and Jenna, my wife of twelve years, was lying next to me. I assumed she was asleep, but then she rolled over and looked at me.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what?”

“You know I love you, right?”

“I love you too, babe,” I replied, wondering what was coming.

“I’ve been thinking about spicing things up, you know, our sex life.”

“Really? What do you mean?” I asked, putting down my book and wondering what she meant. We’d always had a good sex life. Like most couples, we did it more when we first got together. The frequency had dropped; since we had the boys, busy lives, and not having much alone time put paid to most of our sex sessions, but we still did it two or three times a month.

“I was talking with Beth at work the other week, and she mentioned they had decided to spice their sex life up. They now involve other couples.”

“Swingers?”

Kay's Relaxing Afternoon

My wife Kay has been nervous and on edge lately. A friend told me of a new place in town with a reputation for helping people relax and not be on edge.

I took her there in hopes of getting her to relax. As we entered the lobby, we were greeted by a beautiful woman wearing a gown behind the counter.

I told her, “My wife Kay has been extremely nervous and on edge. I would love to find a way to get her to relax.”

The woman replied, “I have the perfect woman to get your wife to relax. Her name is Angel.”

She continued, “Do you understand that these sessions are one-on-one? You can wait in the lobby or leave and return to pick her up.”

The door opened, and a beautiful, shapely woman wore a long blue gown. She was five and a half feet tall and had long blonde hair down to her hips.

She had large breasts, DDD, with nipples that were pushing out from under the satin fabric.