“What is it?”
“Where have you kept my tie. I just can’t find it anywhere.”
“It’s inside the wardrobe.”
Suman always expected her to attend to him when he was getting ready for office. When they had got married twelve years back she could do that. But now with their two kids going to school her morning schedule was hectic. Getting up early, preparing breakfast, waking up the kids, serving breakfast….it went on and on until Suman left for his office and she took the kids to the bus stand to catch the school bus.
Mornings were even tougher when the maid didn’t turn up. Lakshmi was a nice person and always went out of her way to help Sindhu. She never refused to do anything, quite unlike most of the maids employed by her friends and neighbours. When they had moved into this beautiful bungalow in Salt Lake, in the eastern suburbs of the city, she had felt elated. The apartment blocks would no longer stifle her. No doubt to it, she hated living in apartments. Read more »
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Vijay always cherished the fresh cool morning breeze in between the occasional sips of Darjeeling tea.
But it was a luxury he could hardly afford even a month back. His morning aerobics and after that his office always kept him occupied. Things have been different ever since he retired. Now he would get up early only to enjoy the morning freshness. Certainly, he was enjoying retired life. His son, Rohit was in the United States doing his Masters. At times Vijay longed to see him again. Of course, he makes it a point to get in touch over the phone once every week. Besides, there is Shila, ever so understanding and considerate. Vijay felt lucky to have her as his wife. Now, when she is away visiting her old mother in Poona, he missed her.
Mornings were always tough for Sohini. Arranging breakfast for the family, preparing their three year old son Akash for the kindergarten school he attended and helping her husband Raman while he ran around the whole house getting ready for office. It was worse on days when Raman didn’t have time to drop off Akash at school and she had to take him to school. She yanked Akash from the breakfast table, almost dragging the child to the bedroom. Read more »
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My wife is originally from south. When I married her, she was in her early twenties and her family had just immigrated to the north india. Having been raised in a conservative background, she was always very shy about her body. I was always looking for ways to make her less inhibited. I wanted her to wear more revealing clothes, and to show off more of her body. I always found it a turn-on to have other men look at her. She had a slim, tight body and never failed to get attention from men wherever she went.
I had to transfer to a new job a few years after our marriage. As part of the transfer, I had to switch to a new HMO and had to select a primary doctor for my wife and I. For some reason, I always found it exciting to think of a male doctor examining female patients. I looked through the list of doctors with their pictures provided by my insurance company and deliberately picked out a white male doctor who looked like a hunk, and signed him up as my wife’s doctor.
My wife had to make a preliminary visit to see him just to get the paperwork done. She was a little uneasy about going to him because up until then she had only been to female doctors. I did not tell her that I had picked out the doctor for her. She thought that she was assigned to him at random. On the first visit, she had to fill out some forms and the doctor asked her about her medical and family history. After she came back from the visit, she told me all about the doctor and mentioned that he seemed like a very friendly guy. Read more »
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First thing I must write before starting my experience is that neither I am a writer nor I am very good in grammar of this language but I want to assure readers that this is my real life happening and altogether it will be fun for readers to read my sex experience.
This about me and my elder sister Shweta Di fucking in a threesome sex with our first cousin Keenu Bhaiya. To give a standard intro I would name myself as Jyoti, nick name Golu: female of 22 years of age doing final year of my graduation, in appearence I am fair and good looking, tall around 5’9″, though almost flat belly but with heavy Boney structure,
medium sized boobs with thick fleshy thighs and round jutting out plump ass. My elder sister Shweta Di is 27 years of age, at present working in a software company, in appearance she is fairer and far prettier than me but she is bit short in height, must be 5’5″ or an inch less with fleshy sexual assets. Read more »
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Rohini and Rahul were one happily married couple. Rohini was around 34 and good looking. Rahul was 36 and well settled with two loving kids and they both loved each other.
Rohini was lucky to find Rahul in her life which gave her freedom to work and have time with her life and do things in her career. Rahul always gave her a helping hand at home to do household work and look after the kids.
Rohini had never thought about anything else than having a good family life and loving husband. She use to work hard and same time made sure she gives time to her family.
Things changed for Rohini when a new guy in her office joined his name was Aryan. Aryan was handsome well-built and had charms for which any girl could fell for him. Many girls in the office use to find him attractive and Rohini was not one of them until the day when she found him talking to one of his colleagues about her. Read more »
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Confession 1 – This is my short confession about a very real incest experience
My mother slept with my Uncle – father’s elder brother. When I first got a hint of it – I was disturbed and tried convincing my mind that she is not true. But experiences ahead were shocking. I was angry and jealous. I simply could not digest that Mum would engage in sexual activity and that too with some other man.
At last, I confronted her with this issue. I know, I should not have. But I was very young then and lacked maturity.
I still remember the night when we talked. She giggled and told me that she herself would have never interfered in her parent’s sexual life. She tried cajoling me and swore me not to tell anybody ever. She discussed sex at length. We did not sleep and were awake till 4 a.m. She conveyed that she was shocked at my behaviour. And I in turn told, I did not like your relations with Uncle. I still remember her face. She seemed embarrassed as well as proud of her sexual feat. Read more »
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Hello AISS readers. I am Prabhakar Sharma, a 20 year old son to a beautiful mother. Two years back, I discovered that mom was a lonely lady who needed to be rescued from a dreadful sex life. so I decided to jump start her starved sex life by deliberately putting mom in a situation that she had to get her hands dirty. That event went on to make way for series of erotic events of mom’s sexual escapades. This story is about how the changes to mom came. I’ll be posting the stories of my mom’s numerous sexual escapades, one story after another. these stories are true and so are the names. but I won’t be disclosing the place I am from. so hang on to something cause real events are more breath taking than fantasies.
It was the last day of my high school so I had already told my mom that I will be late. I had plans to go out with my friends and celebrate the last day of 12 th standard. But things didn’t go my way. I had a quarrel with one of them and ended up in a fight so I decided to get back home at usual time. around 4 pm I reached my house. Mom had already come back from office as the door was locked from within. I rang the bell but there was no sound, there was no power. I knocked the door but there was no answer too. mom cud be in the bathroom I thought. there was another way to get in. I had a key to my room’s back door hidden under the mat, the back door mat. I went around to get it but then I thought why to show that trick to mom and spoil my late night house entry trick? so I decided to peep in thought the windows instead so that I cud spot her and ask her to open the front door. her bedroom windows were under curtains so was the living room. don’t know why I decided to check the bathroom, not because I wanted her to see me but just because I may get to see her naked!. I was a 18 year old boy back then curious about sex and attracted towards my mom. Read more »
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The night of my mother’s chudai has passed. The next morning was a Sunday morning and i had already awaken from the heat of the sun rays on my back. I had my eyes still shut when i heard the door open. Mom came in and woke me up with a pleasant tone and a lovely smile. She told me it was 10 am and my breakfast was ready. leaning down to my face she planted a kiss on my forehead and asked me to get up and and freshen up. I couldn’t remember when i saw her that happy before. But the trick had worked and mom now appeared liberated. When she went back out of the door, i gave a quick scan of her curvaceous body in nighty and noticed a familiar spot around her butt. This was the same kinda stain i get on my shorts when i cum thru night falls. I wondered how much of cum Kailash dropped into her that it leaked all night. I checked my phone which was on silent mode since evening the other day. There were multiple messages and missed calls from Kailash. I called him back and assured him that everything was under control. He was relieved to hear that and asked me to meet him at our usual hangout in an hour. Mom was humming some songs washing dishes in the kitchen. I took her permission and went out to meet Kailash.
Kailash hugged me in his usual way as soon as i arrived. He was so excited and had so much to tell me about his experience. He told me that my mom was the finest woman he ever fucked. He said he always dreamed about having sex with a fine woman like her. He told me that mom’s cunt was as tight as a newly wed girl and that it felt so soft and warm inside. He explained me how her insides twitched along with her hips when she reached her orgasm and how she forced her hip upwards to get his dick deeper inside her cunt when she was approaching it. all that made my dick hard again. I enjoyed how Kailash told me his version of the story which i included in the story itself when i was narrating it. Read more »
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Days and weeks passed like in heaven after what I witnessed. Mom’s show made me jerk day and night thinking about her body and those expressions on her beautiful face getting fucked like a whore by Kailash and his man. After that day mom didn’t ask for more for a whole week. The sex drought in her life had been brutally replaced by a flood of love and satisfaction. Her body must have been in a shock after all these years of neglect and starvation. It was evident in everything she was doing. Her behavior changed, she was jolly now, happy. The feeling radiated to me as well as I felt pride in what I did. I changed my mother’s life for better and she didn’t even know that it was me, responsible for all that. I was feeling like a masked hero who saves the beautiful dame but she doesn’t know who he was. For her, Kailash was the man, the Hero in her life, her savior.
She now looked better, radiant as the gloominess in her face was gone. The immediate changes were like how she started taking care of herself. She started dressing stylish and sophisticated. The formal saree was gone. She now, styled her hair and wore beautiful sarees to work. Her dressing table was full of cosmetics and beauty products. Everything made her look 10 years younger. As if she was back in her early 30’s. I was so happy to see her live her life and appreciate the beauty that nature had bestowed upon her. I got my mom back. A week later, kailash and mom had another session. I witnessed it but it was nothing new to me. It was a one on one sex session which lasted for almost the entire day as kailash fucked her three times. No fancy positions, no kinky stuff they were just enjoying each other’s body. Read more »
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As the black Mercedes left the airport, situated on the outskirt of the city and took the road to reach other side of the city. The main road leaving the city towards north soon could fool anyone that it was leading into wilderness once countryside was finished. If one travelled another fifty-five ‘slow drive’ kilometres one would find a sign of a private farm ‘Neelkamal’ alongside another sign that indicated a food processing industrial base another five kilometres further. In between if one travelled that way a beautiful private golf course would entice anyone who could hit a golf ball some distance.
Following the road that led through beautiful open green farming land, then through managed woodlands as it would seem that soon road would finish. Driving past the heavily wooded curve one would suddenly arrive in a vast open driveway in front of an enormous sprawling house which was spread over an roughly estimated two acres surrounded by another two hundred fifty or three hundred acres. The house was of a design of very personal nature. The main huge building appeared like many leaves spreading out from a main centre of a large flower if viewed from air. One could see at least four open swimming pools spread out in a random fashion. The car stopped in front of the main entrance of the house with a large open porch that flowed into a huge sliding glass doors embedded in solid wood. The floor was marble all throughout the house. Read more »
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192020It had been my idea to go to the Diwali party, and Ajit, the wonderful husband that he is, agreed immediately. I was looking forward to re-injecting some long-forgotten Indianness back into my life, and a party with fireworks, good food, and new people while wearing elegant traditional clothes seemed like a great idea. In theory that is. In reality, I was regretting coming up with the idea in less than an hour of getting there. At least for the first hour or so. And the regret stemmed mainly from the fact that I had forgotten how much I loathed the monochromatic company of the typical cocoon-dwelling Indian immigrant in the US.
Ajit and I entered the big house hosting the party, put the food we had brought in the kitchen, poured ourselves a couple of drinks, and got into mingling mode. A couple approached us and started talking. We started off with the basics like where we were from, where we lived, what we did and so on. He was in IT, she was a housewife. They had also come to the party after seeing the flier. We all talked about how chilly it had been getting recently. And from there, the conversation went downhill as the couple’s cocoon started showing. Read more »
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“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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“Are you okay?” a sound came from the bedroom. “Nothing sir, she just tripped,” Shiva said and quickly I stepped out of my dark blue panties, and hooked all my blouse hooks. Saying “sorry Shiva, I could not control,” I picked up my white bra and dark blue panties and gave it to him. “I can understand, just sit down and relax for a while,” he said and went near the fridge and gave me some water. While I was drinking some water, “I am doctor remember, I can understand what happened to you, just relax,” Shiva said. I sipped some water and looked at him. “I just wanted to turn you on before you seduce him, but seems like I overdid things and made you. It is all my fault, I am sorry Eva, I will not do that again,” he said. “Come on Shiva, don’t be sorry. I did not get your intention of helping me, but I just got carried away.
It is all my fault,” I said. “Jancy, let us not blame each other and ruin our friendship, I will never get a friend like you in my entire life, I don’t want to lose you Jancy. I have never had a good friend in my entire life,” he said and placed his hands over my hands. “Shiva, I will be a good friend to you, don’t worry okay?” I said and held his face. “Thank you Eva, I trust you” he said and quickly hugged me, and his weight made me lie down on the sofa and he slept on top of me. “Don’t worry, Shiva, I am there for you,” I said and hugged him, unaware of the fact that I am hugging him without my bra inside my blouse. He is my friend, so I did not mind, and Shiva started kissing my lips. Read more »
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My name is Swetha Suresh, my parents are from Kerala. I live in Bhilai, Chhattisgarh. Today I am going to share my sex experiences of my entire life.
My first sex experience occurred at the age of 18, I was studying in class 12, After my dance practice me and my boyfriend decided to go to a birthday party, It was a bit night around 10 pm. We reached his house by 10:15. But to our surprise there was no much celebration. Only one more boy came. But I was very happy to see the thankfulness of the birthday boy because we came to his room. We cut the cake and sang song, I danced a little bit…lol. Then they opened drinks. I asked my boyfriend why he never told me that he drinks, he replied I never asked him. I was sitting on the sofa and watching TV and three of them started drinking. Then suddenly the other boy asked my boyfriend if he had sex with me, he said no..they started laughing. I became very angry and asked my boyfriend to leave. But that boy said if Achu ( my pet name) really loves you she will do it today. Read more »
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Hi. I live in Mumbai suburbs, and my favourite activity to help beat () the stress of our daily commute is to see naked slum girls and beggar girls. These girls are lovely, with slim waists and astonishingly voluptuous figures. Over the years I have made a mental map of locations in Mumbai where there is a good chance of watching these gorgeous ladies show us their bodies while carrying on with their day to day activities …
Most of these locations are along the western railways (where I live) and south Mumbai (where I studied :p).
I do hope that other AISS readers will contribute with their own sightings and you will give me a few more great places to hang out () and de-stress ().
Oh, and anyone with pictures or videos … bhai, I will be forever grateful for feeding my evil habit :p
So here are the list of my current spots of interest, as well as past spots which may have changed. Read more »
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