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My Mast Trip to Goa

I was in Goa once again, second time within 15 days. I returned to Delhi to my hubby after spending about 15 days in Goa where I have played lesbian game with one of the friend of my husband. Many said this was a social work to give sexual satisfaction to a married and sexually unsatisfied woman. I always care for sex and the sex loving peoples.

I have just returned from South Africa where I was with my hubby for world cup foot ball matches. This tour and tickets for the matches were marriage gift to my hubby from his office. I did not get enough time to be in touch with my friends and fans since last two months because of my busy schedule. But, now I am back and have some time to write.

So, I decided to write first thing first to maintain link.

I have returned to Delhi after spending 10 days in Goa, mostly at my in-laws house. I did not get many chances to play lesbian games with Anju. But, I did it two times more when we both get the chance. Anju was very happy; I could notice this on her face. I always feel sorry for this beautiful young lady that his husband is not able to satisfy her. Anyway, this is fortune and we have to accept it. Read more »

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Namrata Shared at the Office Orgy

At 10:15 Namrata Wadia, a bookkeeper for Singhania & Associates, got up from her desk and took off her skirt. After considering things, she took off her nylons and panties too. That felt better. Smoothing down her sweater, she sat back at her desk and went back to the spreadsheet she’d been working on.

“What are you doing?” Chandrima, her co-worker hissed, looking at her in shock. “You’re naked!”

Namrata looked at her, a confused look on her face. “What do you mean ‘what am I doing?’ I’m getting comfortable. You should try it.”

“But you… your skirt…” Chandrima’s voice trailed off as the tall, lithesome hottie ignored her.

A few minutes later, though, Chandrima took off her slacks and panties. She wasn’t sure why, it just felt… right. Read more »

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How I Became a Dominant

HI, I am Jose. This story is about the one event that made me discover my wild side, one of subtle dominance. I work in the branch office of a private company as an Area Head with about 20 staff under me, in Chennai. In my team was Revathy, a woman in her early thirties with two kids. Her husband was working in the administration dept. of a logistics company. She is an assistant manager, a jovial person, mingles with everyone easily, but reserved in the lady like manner, an average middle class working woman.

Let me describe Revathy for you. She is wheatish, about 5.4 with a curvy figure. The days when she dressed in a sari was the day we witnessed an increased male crowd loitering around her and the branch. She never dressed in revealing or sexy dresses. But she knew she was well proportioned and took care to dress appropriately. She was very aware of the looks of men around and often joked about it during informal gatherings. But she was very reserved with her male colleagues. The male staff often joked that her assets attracted more customers than the products we sold.

It so happened that after about 3 months of me joining, there was a customer complaint about a payment of about 1.2 lakhs not reaching him. I looked into the matter and found that Revathy has misplaced the cheque. A detailed enquiry followed and it was decided that the money should be recovered from Revathy. A couple of months passed, then one day I had to go to meet a customer, Revathy also joined in since she was managing the account. We got into my car and left. Throughout the way Revathy was cribbing on hard it was to make ends meet and that her husband was a spendthrift etc etc…she couldn’t tell him that she had lost money in the office….…so please restore her salary….and on and on. 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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Exploiting the Daughter-in-Law

The incident happened during our first pilgrimage trip we took after marriage. I was married for about three years. My husband was handsome, looking strong and very active on bed. More than deep and hard penetration he was finding more enjoyment in fondling, foreplay and oral sex and when I was getting fully aroused he used to discharge leaving me in midway. I wanted more thumping but he used to sleep in three years.

He never fucked me more than once but his one round was taking about two and half to three hours and still and I was remaining unsatisfied. Many time I scolded him for so much foreplay and oral sex but he did not change and I accepted my fate in second year of my marriage, my mother in law died and she was only 44-45, healthy looking but somehow died of a mysterious fever. We remained sad for quite some time and slowly return back to normalcy. My Sasur was a senior officer in a Govt dept.

He was completely broken after death of his wife. I saw him crying much time but except few consoling words I was not able to help him. I suggested my husband to hire a full time middle aged lady who can take care of his all needs including his sexual needs but father in law refused and we continued with part-time maid. Time passed. I was spending all time at home. Husband was leaving for office at 9 where as Sasur was going at 10.00 and he was also coming back home at least one hour before husband returns. Read more »

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Dr. Chaudhuri’s Sexy Patient

Pithasthana Venkataraman glanced across the receptionist’s desk at the lone woman in the waiting room, wondering what her problem was. This was a Friday, the end of her second week on the job at Lilavati Hospital, and the overwhelming question she had, every day, with everyone who came in the office, was ‘What’s your problem?’

Pithasthana had just turned 21. She was a pretty girl, of mixed Tamil-Mallu background, who lived with her boyfriend in an apartment just outside of Malad. She had graduated from the local BA college a year ago, the modern version of secretarial school, and had ended up with a temp service as a secretary. This job looked to be her longest gig yet, and even had the possibility of turning into a full time job, but she generally wondered about the people coming in -‘What’s your problem?’

Dr. Vijendra Chaudhuri was a psychologist specializing in couples therapy and family counselling. It was a small office, with just himself and a secretary/receptionist. His regular receptionist had left on a maternity leave three weeks ago and was now due any day. The first secretary the temp agency had sent over had proved a rude and stupid disaster and had been sent packing at the end of the first week. Pithasthana was determined to do much better. If the regular secretary decided that motherhood was a better deal than working, which was a real possibility since her husband had a decent job, then Dr. Chaudhuri had told her he would probably keep her on. Her contract with the temp agency allowed her to go to work for him after twelve weeks, and the money he paid to the temp agency would go to her instead. It was a twelve-week contract; she had worked two and next week the office was closed because the doctor was going on vacation. Then it would be another ten weeks and she might be able to work full time directly for him. Read more »

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Sandhya’s Kinky Present

‘…Byes Sandhya…wish you more and more lusty dreams over the extended week end…’ my colleague and close friend Vakula teased me on a Thursday evening as we were about to depart from college gym…`…no needs Vakula…Vikas( my hubby) is returning tomorrow morning…’ I said `…ok…then …only for tonight…do tell me about them on Monday…they are very interesting…and have a sleepless weekend later on…children are away on picnic…is it not…’ effervescent Vakula said with a naughty wink and we parted…

…let me introduce myself…I am Sandhya, a 34 year old Microbiology faculty in a Girls’ college …with healthy brownish complexion…5’3” tall…50Kg… mother of two sons…blessed with a taut34D bust,and-26-36 other vital statistics…though I enjoy complements and lusty stares of men, I never allowed any one to advance further…till now…

…for the last few weeks I am waking up at nights with filthy dreams …of getting fucked vigorously by young, faceless stud…in different postures…sometimes acrobatic…being very close , I discussed them with Vakula, a Psychology professor of our college…and sought advice…that invited the comments at start of narration… Read more »

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Chudai at the Wedding Party

The sun was getting ready to settle down for the night and the South-Ex bungalow was glittering in the decorative lightings. In three days time Adity, the beloved daughter of Mr Malhotra was getting married. She was the youngest of the three siblings and was also the most beloved of the family. She was better known as Mini to her friends and family.

The house was bustling with relatives, uncles and aunts, cousins, younger nieces and nephews. Mini was very happy as she was marrying her love Akash whom she met almost two years ago. Akash was working as engineer in a big medical equipment company. They got engaged a month back and now in three days they were getting married. Mini was in her room trying out different dresses when she heard a cheerful voice,

“Hi, Mini you look so pretty,” this was Rekha her best friend.

“OMG it’s you Rekha, you are arriving now!” she frowned, “you should have been with me at least a month before the wedding, helping me.” Read more »

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