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My Wife’s Affair with the Chowkidar

We got married when Richa was 24. At age of 31, she was complete women with a well fucked chut. We tried all possible poses and added spice to our sex life by making love in new and strange places. I also got a vibrating dildo from Germany which I used to put into her chut. It excited me to see that lund shaped dildo fuck my wife’s wet pussy. I used to tell her to imagine that as another man is fucking her. And then as a punishment of fucking another man, I used to spank her boobs and butts with a strong cane till they turned red. Richa was truly submissive to me and enjoyed my every perverted act. Most of the times I used to tie her hands above her head and then insert dildo in her pussy and spank her entire nude body with cane, rulers, belts or even chappals.

When we stayed in Pune last year for company work, we had a house with a garden. Our gardener was also our chowkidar (watchman) during daytime. Actually since the area was a high class locality, there were dangers of robbery and looting. So we had kept 2 watchman, one for day and other for night. The gardener was also acting as third watchman during some part of daytime. He was young 30 years old Bihari guy called Shukla. The other two were little aged of around 40-45 also from Bihar. One was Tiwari and other was Yadav. All the three used to stay in a servant’s room built behind our buglow. The other two were little passive but I noticed that Shukla used to stare at my wife and I often noticed a bulge in his trousers whenever he came near Richa. I planned to expose my wife Richa to our young watchman, Shukla. Read more »

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My Wife’s Dominant Master

Hello friends, back after a while with another adventure of my beautiful wife! After the episode at Mr. Patil’s house, Richa had to take a break of couple of weeks to recover. Yes, it was quite hard for her physically. Although she resumed office next day and we had our own encounters few times during the week, I had to keep it mild. I teased her a few times as to how would she react if Imran demands another tough session while she was still recovering. She would be nervous just thinking that it could piss Imran off if she would have to refuse him. Fortunately for her, nothing happened until next 2-3 weeks. She had recovered well by then and I could feel at times she was wondering why Imran hadn’t called all along. But she never really expressed her thoughts and continued with life as usual.

It was a lazy Monday morning and I was off to office an hour late. It was about 8am and I was almost tying my shoes to step out when Richa’s cell phone rang. Her expressions were enough to tell me it was Imran on the other side. She actually stood up from the chair and answered it on 2nd ring.

“Are you alone?” came Imran’s stern voice as soon as Richa answered.

“Yes, I mean…. Yes, he just left… only just…” Richa stumbled with words as usual when she speaks with him. Read more »

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Summer Romance

Have you ever noticed how little things — a smell — a texture — a song, can bring back a memory so vivid you’d swear you were there, in that moment, once again? I heard a song on an oldies radio station this afternoon and my thoughts sped immediately back to the autumn of my junior year in high school.

These days I’d be called a nerd; back then I was just a little weird. I played with electronics, knew how to sabotage a classroom movie projector, and got good grades in science and math. Yup, a nerd before the word was invented. I wasn’t at all experienced in dating. Sure, I’d gone to a few school dances the preceding year, and I met a girl at one as a kind of informal date. But I’d never done the whole “pick her up, do something, take her home, dare I say kiss her goodnight” dating thing. Even at the dances, I was way too inhibited to let loose and really enjoy myself. I’d usually hang around the edges with the other guys who couldn’t dance and spent the time trying to pretend that we really didn’t care. What a lie. We cared a lot; we just didn’t know what to do about it.

Lack of transportation can be a big obstacle to dating as well. Who wants your parents or older brother to be your driver on a date? I’d gotten my license last May, but my parents were very cautious and didn’t let me drive with anyone but family in the car until mid-summer. Being the oldest, by a few months, of my group of buddies, going double hadn’t been an option either. Read more »

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Saving My Innocent Husband – Part 2

“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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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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My Wife’s Filthy Humiliation – III

“It’s alright darling. Nothing to worry. See at you home!”, Richa responded equally quickly and signaled them to disconnect. She stayed there with her head lowered and not knowing how to react any further.

But it was enough ice breaking for the duo. Khan, the experienced of the two, came closer and planted a straight kiss on Richa’s shoulders and moved up to her face. Bunty couldn’t be kept out either as he grabbed both of her breasts in his palms. Richa shuddered as she felt the beginning of their rampage. It was raw love making for the initial 5 minutes as Khan stayed in the front and continued kissing and licking Richa’s bosom, face and even going down to her tummy and arms. Bunty was pushed behind but not out. His hands would sqeeze her breasts hard while he kept playing with her hairs and kissing and licking her back. He enjoyed slightly spanking Richa’s bums too. Richa wasn’t too comfortable kissing Khan as he was smelling the “bidi” he used to smoke but hardly had any option as Khan expertly opened her mouth and caught hold of her tongue while smooching her.

Bunty wasn’t any novice either, he quickly moved his hands between her legs and started rubbing her already moist cunt. He kept kissing her arms and licking her back while Khan was busy kissing her. They swiftly changed their positions and now Bunty was having Richa from the front while Khan moved to rear. It was so quick that Richa didn’t notice Bunty kissing her breasts until she opened her eyes when her nipples were bitten hard. She moaned lightly and asked Bunty to go easy. Poor chap, he was having a woman like her for the first time, there was nothing to stop him as such. He made complete mess of her exposed breasts and nipples and went down to her thighs and womanhood. He touched her clit hard and plucked it in his fingers while Khan at the same time started pinching her nipples. Richa was slowly being taken over and gaining the libido. Read more »

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The Vacation to Konkan Beach

This happened when we had gone on a short trip to a place along the Konkan beaches. It was a long weekend and we had booked a cottage there with all the good facilities and adequate privacy as we wanted to relax and chill out. We reached there around noon on Friday. The caretaker manager was very jovial and was impressed by Richa’s looks. She was wearing a short ¾ grey colour pant and a tight black tee shirt above. Her curves were quite nicely visible through that skin fitting outfit. Richa was wearing the dark black glasses so I couldn’t figure out if she was also checking him to decide if he can be her man. Nevertheless, we checked in and were escorted to one of the two cottages there. I asked him if the opposite cottage was occupied. He informed that a couple was going to show up in the early evening. He left soon, leaving us alone in the room.

It was nicely done room with all the facilities like AC, fridge, LCD, nice smooth king size bed and even a nice bath tub. Richa liked it a lot and so did I. It seemed she was already turned on as she jumped onto me and started kissing. I simply could not ignore and we ended up kissing passionately, just the two of us with no one around. We hadn’t even taken a wash after driving all the way but the kissing was like never before. Both of us sucked each other deep and complete. When Richa broke for a moment, I reached out for her top and took it off. She too pulled my shirt and pushed me on that king size bed as we resumed kissing. My hands reached her bra strips on the back while her hands were lingering between my groin and my chest. I took her bra off and started pressing those beautiful melons as always. I knew Richa loves them squeezed hard and getting her nipples pinched and I was exactly doing that. Richa had gained all the libidos and was moaning heavily while trying to unbuckle my Jeans. But I wanted to delay the hardcore action and decided to continue the foreplay. Read more »

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My Wife’s Encounter with the Oldies – I

It was a cloudy afternoon in August when it was raining heavily since morning. I had managed to go to office while Richa was alone at home. As the rains were increasing, the usual waterlogging problems started resurfacing along the low lying areas. Our area wasn’t an exception and water was climbing up real fast. There were lot of small houses (bungalow types) around out building and they were in the danger of getting waterlogged. A lot of people from those areas started taking refuge in our society for the fear that water levels might continue increasing.

It was 2 pm in the afternoon but it was dark like late evening. The rains were only increasing and it was enough to concern people and the authorities. A lot of offices were asking employees to leave early and people were trying to rush back to home adding to the chaotic situation. There were a lot of people gathered below our society also. A few families on the lower floors were kind enough to accommodate many of the women and children in the crowd. Richa also noticed a group of people stranded below and called them over to our house. There were about 7-8 men, 3-4 women and a few children. They all were seated in our living room and Richa arranged some towels to dry themselves and made some tea also. They were really glad and appreciated her help. Some of them went downstairs to gauge if the water level were receding. Most of them were old parents of working men and women staying in those hereditary houses Read more »

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Party with my Friends’ Wives

Their voices carried down the hall from the family room to the kitchen.

“Damn! This’ll be our fourteenth straight weekend of fishing,” Vijay Murty said excitedly.

His wife, Hetal, looked at me across the kitchen table with a warm twinkle in her eyes.

Another man’s voice said, “Kapil, is your brother a gay?”

“Gosh, keep your fucking voice down. The women can hear you,” Kapil replied amid snickers from the others.

My brother wasn’t speaking to God, of course. He was speaking to Shiv, one of his good-ole’-boy fishing buddies. Read more »

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Second Love of My Life

Dear readers, at the very beginning I would like to say sorry, because this story may be boring in some ways, and possibly long too. I request you to bear with me. I hope you do read the story, and leave your comments. I’m Rohan, and this is my story. I have chosen not to reveal some details about myself, I hope they will not affect the narration.

I was married young, but it was a difficult marriage. My wife and I never really got along, and after two years, we were divorced. I started getting very angry and lonely with life, and it was my friends who helped me through the tough times. My friends lived in nearby flats in an apartment complex, and asked me to move in nearby too.

They took care of me throughout, and I was slowly beginning to emerge from the loneliness. It was then that I met Sanjana, through common friends. It had been about a year after my divorce and I was not really looking for a relationship. Sanjana and I became good friends over the next few months. She helped me a lot, and I was able to open up a little. Read more »

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