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Chance Encounter with my Bhabhi

This was one experience which I really enjoyed and the thought of it makes me want to go back for more. Maybe because the experience was completely unexpected or it could be because the whole experience was simply mind blowing… (to be honest it was just not my mind that was blown………LOL).

It happened about sometime in January, when I was in Hyderabad, to visit my brother in law’s family. It was the Pongal holidays in TN and I thought it would be best to take the family out for a break. All my plans went flying out of the window, when my wife announced that her brother has graciously invited us over. That was it… My dreams of relaxing at the beach and maybe getting to spent some romantic time with the wife was smashed to bits in a few seconds. Let me share something with you… my wife’s brother is a teetotaler and a snooty arsehole to boot. His wife completes the package – with her high and mighty attitude. There is nothing more I like than to be far away from these people with minimal interaction. That was not to be however, the four wonderful days I had dreamed of would be spent putting up with these people.

After about a day and a half of putting up with them, I decided I had had enough…. It was a Sunday and I was dying for drink. So on the pretext of taking a walk……. I got ready to go. Just as I was about to get out of the flat, my brother in law says, all so sweetly, “We are all going for lunch outside………” he let his words hang there. As if I was expected to complete it. In my head, I was screaming” I WAS SITTING IN FRONT OF YOU THE WHOLE MORNING…. YOU FUCKIN JERK OFF”.. Read more »

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Sex for my Husband’s Promotion

After my last tryst, I was at home. I got back home packed some sexy sarees and very deep cut and back open blouses. Packed my make up kit and my accessories. I called Suresh and told about what is happening and might happen in this month. He was excited and said he couldn’t wait to meet me. I got ready and left. I reached Shekhar’s place by evening. He said his boss will come in sometime. We had a little fondling and kissing and the door bell rang.

Shekhar went and opened the door. It was his officer boss, he came in and saw me. I was in my transparent saree, deep cut back open blouse and with full make up. I had worn nothing inside because Shekhar had asked me not to wear anything inside. He came in and Shekhar went inside to get him some drink. I was standing in front of Sir (like Shekar called him). Sir asked me to sit near him and I sat. He said, “Chaitrali, isn’t that your name?” I said, “Yes.” He said that I had a nice name and so is my face and my structure. He said he was waiting to spend sometime with me since the day he saw me with Shekhar at the police station. He said he wanted to meet me very badly. Then he had approached Shekhar and asked about me.

That is when Shekhar told Sir that I am his very close friend. He said he asked Shekhar if he could also be friends with him. Shekhar agreed to it and told Sir about our college days and thats where we met first and all. Sir was very excited to meet me and so was I. He said he has posting on a highway that night. So he asked me if I could accompany him there and spend the night there. He said there’ll be a small office for him there and can stay there for the night. Read more »

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Last Excitement Before Leaving India

I got up in the morning next day and left Shekhar’s place. I told Shekhar that I have to go home, do some cleaning and will be back by evening. He said ok and I left. I wore my transparent saree and a deep cut blouse and a high heel. Tied my hair down till my big round swaying bums. Clipped it to the end as usual. I took a train to my place. I thought to have some fun so boarded the gents compartment. Some how I got into the train and it was very crowded. There were men all around me and the trainstarted. I was feeling very horny inside.

The smell of the men around me was making me mad. One man behind me was pushing me from behind as if he was stroking me. Slowly he kept his hands around my waist acting as if he had accidentally kept them. I just looked back a gave him a smile. He moved his hands further to the front and held properly around my waist. My big round firm boobs were pressing the back of the man standing in front of me. The man behind me was holding my waist and hitting my round bums hard. My nipples were hard and I was getting horny by every push the man giving my bums.

After sometime my stop came and I got down of the train. Surprisingly the man didn’t follow me or get down the train. I headed home. When I reached home I got a call from the shopkeeper. It was 3. 00pm and he asked me to come to the godown and that he and his servants were waiting. I got ready, applied light make up, wore a transparent saree and very deep cut blouse. I tied my hair to a bun with a hair stick. I knew the street which will take me to the godown will have a lot of onlookers when I pass by. So I decided to tease all the men on my way. Wore my red high heel matching my red saree and blouse. I reached the small dirty street and all the vendors with cart wheel were staring at me with lust in their eyes. I could make out that they must be imagining me naked, walking pass by. My pussy was getting horny by just thinking of walking nude in front of those vendors on the road. The shopkeeper was waiting outside his godown for me. I reached the place and he asked me to enter inside. When I entered there were 4 men. Shopkeeper said they are my servants here. Read more »

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Sex on a Plane – Moving to Dubai

I got my things packed up. Got packed all my sex toys my lingerie and my sarees. My make up kit and dresses. I hired a taxi and left for the airport. Checked in and sent my luggage. The flight was almost empty. I got a seat on the second last row. There were many men who were staring at me. I was wearing a saree, wrapped around tightly, deep cut blouse and had tied my long silky hair down till my big round bouncing bums. I had tied the end with a hair clip which kept hitting my round heavy bums while walking. I had worn my saree well under my navel, so that my navel was visible. I walked towards the waiting lounge and sat there. I could see that there were many men and less women. I sat there for an hour. Many men were staring at me. It was time, and the flight boarding had started. I got with one cabin baggage that I had. I started walking towards the exit where it said Dubai.

There was a queue for boarding. The man behind me was slowly hitting my back. I didn’t mind as it was a little crowded. I got into the aircraft and reached for my seat which was on the second last row as I said earlier. There were 2 men sitting, one on the window seat and other on the aisle. My seat was in between. The person on the aisle seat was a young man and other was an older person. I opened the compartment above and was keeping my bag in it, when I noticed that the young man was staring at my navel. He saw me watching him staring my navel. I just smiled. He gave me little space to get inside. I could feel his face against my huge round bums. I sat down and was struggling to get my seat belt. The young man asked me if he could help me with it. I smiled and agreed to it. He said his name was Ashok. I said mine was Chaitrali.

His hand went behind me to find the buckle. His hands touched my hips and slightly rubbed my big round firm boobs. He apologized for it and I said it’s ok. He got the buckle from behind and clip in my seat belt. He was still staring at my navel. He asked me about my travel. I said I am going to meet my husband. He said your husband is one lucky guy to have a beautiful wife like you. I just blushed on his remark. We got settled and he said he is working as an engineer in Dubai and is going back after his annual leave. There was little jerks in the aircraft because of bad weather. I was a little scared so I held his hands. He was a little shocked in the start but then he got relaxed. He held my hands tightly and told me don’t be scared. After sometime the jerks stopped but he didn’t leave my hand. I also didn’t mind it. He said he liked my beautiful face and that he was staring at my face in the waiting lounge. I just blushed and said thank you. He asked me about my married life. I said after a year of my marriage my hubby left and then after a year I am going to join him. He asked me how I managed a year. Read more »

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Meeting My Bhabhi’s Divorcee Sister

It was my brother’s marriage when I first saw her. She was tall, fair, long black hairs, well build, wearing an orange colored netted saree and a reasonable amount of jewellery. I was wondering “who is she?” most of the time standing near the bride. I moved through the crowd towards the stage to get a closer look. My eyes were sparkling when I saw her. She was looking damn beautiful. I realized she was wearing a Mangalsutra that too was of great designing work but I didn’t see sindoor is her head, which generally an Indian married women use to wear. I was keen to know who she was. But kept some patience and started talking to relatives.

From them I came to know that she was the elder sister of the bride i.e. my bhabhi I also came to know that her name is Megha, she is a clerk in a govt dept and she have a daughter of 8 yrs old and Megha was divorced since 2 years. I figured out she must be in her mid 30s. The marriage ceremonies ended and it was time to take our bhabhi to her new home.

We are a family of 4. Dad, Mom, Bro and me (Ashish) and now we’ve bhabhi as 5th member. I was wandering if Megha is coming with my bhabhi or not, as in our culture brides’ sister used to come with bride as a part of ritual. And soon I saw her and her daughter sitting in the car heading towards our home. We reached home and got bit relaxed and had some refreshments. The next day there were some rituals and the whole day I was just observing her. She must be 5’6” and her figure would be around 36-32-38. I was scanning her like X-ray machine. She noticed me looking at her two or three times but she was stone faced. Read more »

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When Arbaaz Fucked Katrina at Sallu’s Party

Arbaaz shifted his body as he sat on the big plush chair at his own 30th birthday party. Salman Khan, Arbaaz’s big brother, had thrown him a big Bollywood bash that December. Arbaaz didn’t want that. He had wanted a private cozy little party. He hated big crowds and noise. Salman had invited all kinds of people. Mostly pop singers and uptight little sluts. One person he invited was ok by Arbaaz. It was Katrina Kaif.

Oh god Katrina! Arbaaz drooled over the hottie as he saw her walking side to side with his brother. Salman had his arm around her tiny waist and was showing her off like a prized possession. She looked sexy in her little black skirt and red crop top showing off her flat tummy. Ever since the whole sex tape scandal came out about Katrina, Arbaaz had been dreaming about her. He knew she preferred men older than he was but in his own mind he hoped she would see how much he liked her.

Arbaaz turned to see the annoying Parineeti Chopra giggling as she sat next to him. “Arbaaz! You haven’t been listening to a word I’m saying!” Read more »

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Sex with Bhabhi at Shivaji Park

I was in the middle of a flower bed in Shivaji Park which is near my home, doing a little macrophotography. I had been shooting flowers and the occasional bumblebee for about a half-hour. The park is home to a cricket field, a basketball court, and various practice pitches, since it was mainly intended for the city’s cricket lovers. The Mumbai Municipal Corporation had installed a couple of flower beds around the perimeter, surrounded by low stone walls, and the summer’s weather had been good to the flowers, and the fat bees.

I looked up at one point, and noticed her watching me from a corner of the flower bed. She was one of my neighbours, a cute little hottie who had obviously just dropped one of her kids off at the cricket practice that was underway across the park. She must have picked him up right after work, as she was still in a dress and heels, rather than jeans or shorts like most of the other upper middle-class moms. I rocked back from my knees, and looked at her.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Please don’t let me disturb you. I saw you from across the park and was just wondering what you were doing in the middle of the flower bed. I’ll leave you alone.” Read more »

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Saving My Innocent Husband – Part 1

“B@stards..!!! They are asking us for evidence, shamelessly. They are the bloody Police Department, they must be finding evidences and nailing the real criminals behind the bars. Oh my poor little daughter Maya, I feel sorry for you, I really don’t know how we are going to find out the real murderer and save your husband,” my dad almost broke down. “Come on dad, don’t lose hope, this is the time we must be strong,” I said, and we were walking out of the Police Station. As we were walking out of the Police Station, my dad stopped in the middle, a good 10 yards from the gate, he stood helpless. He looked at me, “There is not a faint chance that your husband could have possibly murdered Shobana,” my dad was explaining about the “Shobana Murder Case,” in which my husband Akash, a newspaper daily photographer was arrested as the prime suspect.

The cops zeroed in on my husband as the murderer because he was the only man present in the Flat #413, 4th Floor of Prasad Paradise Apartment, where Shobana, daughter of a loan shark Mr. Gopal was lying dead. My parents live in the same Prasad Paradise Apartment, but in the 3rd Floor, Flat #313, just below Shobana’s Flat. While my dad was explaining, there was a Police Constable near the gate which was good 10 yards away from us, secretly staring at the slightly exposed region of my waist between my pink cotton saree and black blouse. As my dad was saying “there are big shots involved in this case. The cops are trying to cover up something to save somebody, and we need someone in the Police Department to give us some hints,” the Police Constable was still staring at my waist secretly. Read more »

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Sex with Joya Aunty

I love having sex with older women. I find they’re usually so much better at it than their younger counterparts, plus they don’t go gossiping to their friends after you’ve fucked them and quite a few of them are very grateful, especially the less attractive ones. I don’t care myself, as long as they’re over forty and not too fat, then they are fair game.

My first oldie was a teacher from school. Miss Sharma was her name, Pooja Sharma. She was fifty when I fucked her and still a miss. She’d put on a few pounds over the years since I’d left school, but she still looked hot. I spent all day Saturday fucking her and man she was good.

My second fuck was with, I am not ashamed to say was my brother’s mother in law, Joya auntie a decent looking fifty five year old, with medium sized tits, good figure and firm shapely legs. Her husband had died a couple of years ago and she’d been on her own ever since. Read more »

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Busting the Busty Neighbourhood Aunty – III

He in a hurry pushed me on the berth. The berth was big like a cot and was having thick bed like blancket. He then came on top of me spreaded my legs pushed himself between my legs and pushed his penis hardly again back to my pussy, ahhhhhhh and started to ram me harder, my boobs were going crazy for his hard rams, the berth was making lok of squeek sounds from our fuck movements I couldn’t take it anymore, while he too couldn’t control his penis was growing in size inside my pussy.

He caught my boobs harder and started to thrust deeper I came to know he’s going to finish, and he moved his hip back and came faster, while I moved my hip upper and again with ferice force our hips collided and we heard our bones collide with that last hard thrust we both cummed together groaning like animals ahhhhhhhhh, his sperm and my liquid filled my vagina and started to flow out throught the sides of my pussy.

He just collapsed on top of me, we laid like that for few minutes with his penis starting to limp inside my vagina, then he got up and sat on the berth, while I was still lying with some pain. He then caught my right nipple and gently started to twist. Then I too got up and sat next to him. We both were sweating inspite of the AC being high. He then pushed my hair along with crushed flowers to my front on my right covering my right boob and he was gently rubbing my back. Read more »

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Shilpa and Aniket Swap With Tausif And Farhana – I

I really could not believe that I was sitting in a hotel with Tausif. I was in Mahabaleshwar sitting on a double bed next to a mirror brushing my hair. In the mirror, I could see Tausif sleeping beside me. His body was covered in a bed sheet, but I knew that beneath it he was completely naked. As I saw in the mirror, I was also wearing only panties. My long hair had covered by boobs and my skin was still glowing with raw sex that we had last night. There was no sign of my brassiere so I looked around to check. I found it lying on the floor.

It was a transparent bra of red color that I had purchased just 10 days back. In fact I had purchased an entire set containing six different colors. The six colors were Red, Black, Blue, Green, Yellow and Pink. Shweta had insisted on me buying it saying that Tausif would love it. Now I knew that he really loved it. My black colored georgette sari was also lying on the floor along with a black sleeveless blouse. This was also Shweta’s choice. In fact all the clothes that I brought here were chosen by Shweta. I picked up my brassier and slowly put it on my boobs and hooked it. After that I pulled up my blouse and choli and wore it.

As I looked in mirror, I knew why Tausif had fallen for me even after being married to Shweta for 8 years. I myself had been married to Aniket for 5 years. Even after that, I had a fantastic figure. Marriage had put some weight on me, but only on the right places. And I could see it in the mirror. I slowly wore my sari and then reclined in the bed beside Tausif. I put my hand on his chest and head on his shoulders. Memories about the last 9 months flooded my mind. Read more »

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Shilpa and Aniket Swap With Tausif And Farhana – II

I darted a small peck on his cheek. Now theatre had started to fill up and I removed my arm from Tausif’s. After some time when the film started Tausif put his hand around me on my back. He in fact entered his finger inside my blouse and started playing with my brassier. But I asked admonished him. Then to keep his hand quiet, I wrapped my arm around his. I removed the chop tying my hair and loosed them. The film went fine. It was small compared to other Hindi films. When we came out of the Theatre, it was around 5. We again went to Thane.

Tausif asked me if I wanted to eat something. I said fine. So we both went in a small hotel called Alok. We both sat on the same side of the table with Tausif’s arm wrapped around my back on my arm.

Tausif: So honey, what do you want to eat?

Shilpa: I will have something very light. Probably I will eat just idli and sambar. What about you?

Tausif: I was thinking of same. Why don’t we share it?

Shilpa: Fine. If we need something extra, we can get it afterwards. Read more »

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Busting the Busty Neighbourhood Aunty – I

I am 23 yrs old. Let me tell you about my experience with my neighbouring aunty which transformed my life. I live in an apartment, and new neighbors came next to my home in the same floor. The family’s head (name changed) Mr. Kiruba (44yrs) whom I used to call uncle and his wife Mrs. Brinda (38yrs) whom I called as aunty. They had 2 sons one was in college first year staying in a hostel and the other son is in 5th std.

Let me tell describe aunty Brinda, she is a really hot woman and she has got a very beautiful face, long hair which flows till her back. She was about 5′10″ tall with really big boobs and a very curvy and beautiful ass. I am not good in guessing the size but her boobs were enormous in size where you would need two hands to hold each one of them. The best part of her looks is that no matter from which angle you look at her she looks killer with those very prominent curves. She also has a moderately slim waist which goes very well with her curves.

As time passed by I became very good friends with both uncle and aunty and spent all my time at their place only and become a very integral part of their family. Uncle was a frequent business traveler but never went for more than a day or two. I was constantly staring at aunt’s figure and would often masturbate fantasizing about her. She was my dream woman. One day I came early from office since I did not have much work and while I was just settling down at home I got a call from uncle saying he was out on tour and he told me that he was held up with something important and will be out for atleast another week and if I could take care of his family till then. I told him not to worry and promised him to take care… then he called up aunty also and told her to reach out to me for anything she needed help with. Read more »

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Busting the Busty Neighbourhood Aunty – II

As we entered the room she asked me to sit on the bed and she to sat beside me, she inhaled deeply and said “look bala am sorry I didn’t say everything happened on that day to you, I just said only a few, am really sorry, but I was find it guilty to hide it from you so am just saying it now”, I was highly confused and asked “why aunt? What happened?”, bala then things which am going to say will be shocking but I have decided to tell everything as I am getting haunted by what happened to me in that day, I just want to share my burden,

I said” well go ahead brinda, am there to share your burden”, Readers now I will explain everything the same way brinda aunt narrated me. Bala,” I went to around 1:30pm to lodge and was waiting for the lift, and the lift came. I entered inside the lift to get to the 3rd floor, when the lift door was about to close, on guy suddenly entered into the lift. I didn’t see him properly, but was older than me, he was standing behind me and the lift started to move, in the lift it was only me and him, but suddenly the lift stopped in the middle and only a dim light was on,

I got worried as too what happened, I was just standing there and started to sweat”, sorry to interrupt now I thought to myself ohh this is why she came late even though she entered the lodge by 1:30 now brinda’s continuation” in just few minutes a felt someone blew air behind me and soon I found that guy came close to me, then he gently rubbed his hand on my back, I didn’t know what to do as I was terrified and confused, then suddenly I thought that he might be the guy who blackmailed me, so I thought of just standing there still , finding no resistance from me, Read more »

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Desi Wife Travelling Alone in a Train

One day, I had to go to a marriage function at Thane in the evening time. As a result I missed my office bus to return home. Also there are no direct auto rickshaws available and having not many alternatives, I had to take a public bus. It was already 07.30 p.m. I was waiting for a ST bus from Thane to Borivali. After a very long time and feeling really awkward standing in the crowd as there were mostly all males waiting and that too were worker class males. I felt like all of them are ogling at me. After around 20 minutes the bus which was already very crowded arrived & I boarded the bus having no other choice as the journey was almost an hour to home. The bus was totally jam packed & by the force of crowd I was pushed to stand in the rear / middle of the bus among all the males. I was irritated to be traveling in this crowd, but resigned myself to the long drive.

After a while , I felt something brush against my bottom & I casually glanced behind to notice a young boy of about 20 plus standing behind me ,!He too appeared stuck in the crowd . I again felt something brush against my bottom & I realized it was this boy’s hand. However, after a few minutes, he brushed his hand a couple of more times & then very casually lets his hand lightly rest on my sari on my buttocks -palm outwards. I was a little taken aback , but decided to ignore it then — it is a crowded bus & this could be a mistake – however after a few minutes I felt his hand begin to slowly move & lightly caress my buttocks –. I was surprised further & now wondered what to do – this was quite an obvious & deliberate act & I looked around to move away , but there was no place to move in the crowded & cramped bus — – at the same time I was very uncertain & nervous to create a scene . I then decided to ignore it & also reasoned to myself that till what extent could he possibly try anything —-, what with so many people around & that too in a public place too. I was stuck in my present position. Read more »

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