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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Vijayalakshmi Bhabhi Seduces Neighbour Ratan

As the hot April sun soaked into the neighborhood, Hema Balaji felt like tearing off her Ghaghra. She wanted to be totally naked, tan all over. But of course that would have shocked the neighbors. “Darn,” Hema sighed softly. “I sure am getting some crazy ideas lately.”

It wasn’t just the idea of wanting to lie around stark naked in the back yard. Yesterday Hema had gotten the hots for the mailman. He was new on her route, a blond hunk, and he’d looked terrific in his uniform. Hema felt ashamed of herself. She was a knotted woman, and she really did love her lover, Sri. But they’d been knotted for seven years now, and their sex life wasn’t as exciting as it used to be. In fact, Hema thought sadly, it was about as exciting as watching paint dry.

She glanced around to see if anybody was watching, then pressed a hand to her pouting cunt-mound. She had an insane desire to slip her hand down inside her Ghaghra and play with herself. Why, she hadn’t masturbated since she was a 18 year old! She didn’t have to wonder what was giving her all these crazy ideas. She knew. She and Sri just weren’t making love often enough. He’d just been promoted, and he always seemed to be exhausted when he got home from work. He was just too tired for sex. Read more »

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My Mast Honeymoon

December 25th, 2009.

I was sitting on my bed in the evening waiting for my husband to return from market. I sent him to market to buy Christmas gifts for everyone in the family. We were to leave for our honey moon trip to Europe immediately on very next day after Christmas. This is my first Christmas at my in-law’s house and both my mom-in-law and dad-in-law were preparing for my first Christmas in their house. All were very happy with my behavior and respect to all in the family. I have already mentioned that my in-laws love me so much that I do not like to call them IN-LAWS. I like to call them dad and mom. I have not missed my parents in this house because of their love towards me. May god provide such a nice parents-in-law to every girl?

My husband returned from market with lot of packets and bags in his hands. He brought the desired gifts. He thrown the bags and packets on the bed and hugged me. I too participated in the action. He kissed me on my lips and I pushed him away and said………. “Control dear! The door is open.”

He: So what? Now you are my wife and I can make love with you even the door is open.

Me: Yes! I am your wife but do not forget that I am a daughter-in-law too. I must follow all the social norms. Read more »

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My Kinky Married Life

I am among one of the luckiest female who is enjoying a very very happy, very satisfying and a beautiful sex life. I was enjoying it before my marriage and I am enjoying it more after the marriage. The reason may be the license of sex which a married couple has, particularly in India.

You all will agree with me that it is not easy to write about sexual activities all the time for such a long long writings of SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY. The professional writer can make every part of writing very interesting because the things written are on different subjects and the writers creates interesting situations every time by his imaginations suitable for the plot on which the episode is based. But it is

very difficult to write on only one subject ” SEX ” every time and the things became more difficult when someone like me wants to write everything true happened in life related to only sex. You all know that the broad meaning of SEX is intercourse and physical relationship between couple(s).

Ending and final destination of every love story, every lover couple, every husband – wife and every such relationship is the physical contact between them. A very very common word we use for this is *FUCKING*. Whether it is a straight sex and fucking between males and females >>>>>>>>>> A lesbian act between females >>>>>>>>> or a gay relationship between males…….. Read more »

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Fun with Father-in-Law on the Side

I’m 32 and have been married to Rakesh for 11 years now. As far as I know, Rakesh has always been a faithful husband and I have no reason to believe that he has ever cheated on me. I, on the other hand, cannot say the same about myself. I’ve been fucked by many other men since I’ve been married and Rakesh never knew anything. That is until he caught me last month.  My husband has never been a great lover, but I could never resist the advances of strange men. I have to tell you that I’ve never had a shortage of admirers. My measurements are 39-26-36 and I’m a 5’4″ whitish complexion with big black eyes. My hair is long and full and drapes to the middle of my back, but I usually wear it in pigtails. Rakesh thinks I look like a teenager that way.

The first extra-marital sexual encounter I had was with Rakesh’s dad, Manish. We hadn’t been married long and were living with Rakesh’s parents until we could find a place of our own. I was 21 and Rakesh was 25. Rakesh’s father had always been sexually attracted to me. I remember in our wedding reception, Manish felt-up my tits as he kissed me, his new daughter-in-law, welcome ! No one noticed his behavior and I didn’t mention it to my new husband.

We had been at Rakesh’s parents house for about a year and every night we would fuck like crazy from about midnight to 2 in the morning. Rakesh’s mother and father slept in the room next to ours, and I’m sure that they could hear us going at it. One day I was home, doing some laundry, when Manish came home for lunch. Rakesh’s mother, works as a teacher at the local school and I usually have the house to myself until about 5 o’clock. Read more »

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Gangbang in the Family

I had been surfing for a while on the Internet looking for a gift for my sister Shruti. I was running out of time to set the whole thing up since her birthday was closing in. I knew exactly what I was looking for but it wasn’t something easy to find. In addition to that, I wasn’t able to concentrate given the fact that my sister’s friend, Ishita, was below the desk giving me one of her delightful blowjobs. She knew how to drive a man crazy using her mouth and she always liked to take her time, patiently and skillfully. She could take a whole dick in her mouth and keep it there for long moments as she massages to base of the shaft with her tongue. I could feel her warmth all along my cock and just as I though I found what I was looking for on the net, I couldn’t hold any longer and blasted my sperm down her throat.

Ishita’s obsession for me and my sister became evident in the previous weeks, so we three moved in together in a new house. She squealed mutedly as my dick filled her mouth and my balls contracted over and over. I must have squirted five or six big loads of fluid before I was finally done. She pulled back slowly and after a long intake of air, she looked up at me with a playful expression and asked,

“Did you find it yet?”  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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Life of a High Class Randi

Life as an escort took its own route and gave our dear Shanti a fresh lease in life. She became smart and more alert to the vagaries of life and also became extra diligent at skipping work and making use of the best assets on her body to her advantage. She would not flinch to make them appeal to the men folks and also to the women folk.

Her Manager at the Bank — Arangayanam had steadily ensured that the idea of quitting the job was out of her head and whenever she would appear in front of him whether in the cabin or outside, the man would have saliva in his mouth gulping to go down the throat — she was sex par excellence.

She had kept him tormented and excited and very hopeful that one day she willl allow him to get under her petticoat. She would always make sure he felt that way and and usually while in his room would give him ample time to devour her beauty especially the boobs covered in the nice bra and blouse. She would always make sure that the saree would slip at the right time for the middle aged man to ogle and would deliberately not cover her self. It was all well planned. Read more »

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The Discovery of Cuckold

November 11, 1994. That was the night I lost my virginity. I had been dating Anita for almost 6 months, and while we had made out countless times, we had never gone all the way. I was a classic product of the Indian middle class, having bought into the “all Indian girls are sati savitris” business and had never touched a girl even though I was almost 22 years old. Anita and I had formed an instant connection when we met at work, and one thing led to another and we had been hanging out together for a few months. I lived in a small rented apartment in Dadar, Mumbai. As we often did, Anita and I came over to my place after a movie, to have a drink, smoke a little and hopefully make out.

That night, we were sitting on my bed, kissing, as my hands roughly manhandled her breasts. Anita, a 24 year old Maharashtrian Brahmin, and I, the son of teachers from New Delhi. She is very fair (actually looks a lot like Raveena Tandon), with a ravishingly sexy face and a very well toned body that is not too skinny (unlike those anorexic women on the catwalk), but just right. Very sumptuous.

As we were kissing, Anita started playing with my nipples, her finger tips almost dancing on my chest, and in those days, it did not take very long for me to get hard. Sensing my desperation, she started unzipping my trousers, and for the first time, before I knew it, I was completely naked with her. I am 5’10”, and at that time was a bit on the skinny side (still am, albeit with a couple of extra kilos), and have a pretty nice (I think) 7” cock with a decent girth that is even darker than my dark brown skin. She reached down and started playing with my cock and balls. I was in heaven as I had never been naked with her—or any one else, for that matter—and her nails gently caressed my balls, making me ache with desire. Read more »

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My Mother the Whore

New Delhi, March, 1986. She was completely naked, with her back to me. I could see her cunt clearly. Worse still: she had his penis, his lund, in her mouth, and she was sucking it. Her head was bobbing up and down and his feet were twitching, and his hands were grabbing her ass and her tits. He was using language that I had never heard him use before.

“Tu kya mast lund choosti hai. Haan, aise hi choos mera lund. Pehle mera lund choos, phir main tujhe chodunga. You suck cock so well. Yeah baby, keep sucking it. I want to cum in your mouth before I cum in your cunt”.

*** I was 18 years old, the only son of an average middle class Indian family. My parents were both teachers. My father taught in a college, and my mother did tuitions and was a substitute English teacher for a school in the area.

My father, at that time, was almost 40 years old, 5’7” and in good shape. He was an honest and religious man, devoted to his family and his job. The ideal Indian father, the kind you see in the movies. Now I know that he was also probably frustrated with his inability to do much more than put food on the table and a roof over our heads. Read more »

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The Old Man’s Horny Wife

*beepbeep* *beepbeep* *beepbeep*

My wife’s cellphone buzzed and rang multiple times to announce the arrival of several text messages as soon as she turned the phone on after the pilot announced it was okay to do so.

“So Shipra.” I said icily, “I guess those are all text messages from Manish?”

Shipra ignored me and her fingers worked the keyboard furiously as she replied to the text messages.

“Only two of them.” Shipra said once she got done. “The third was from my sister saying Chintu is doing fine.”

“And what did Manish want? Some recipe perhaps?”

Manish was our neighbor and “friend” back in New Jersey. He was divorced and lived next door, and lived with his son who was the same age as Chintu – 6. I had started off liking Manish when we moved into his neighborhood a year back. He was friendly, his son and Chintu got along very well, and he seemed genuinely helpful. Which he still was. Read more »

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