My hotel room door opens as Meghna uses the key I’d passed her at the Sraddh ceremony. It had been a lovely service. I saw all the family I’d avoided for the last twelve years. They were a little surprised and less than pleased to see me, but no one was going to cause a scene, disturb the Sraddh ceremony. That was fine with me, I kept right on avoiding them and they returned the favour by ignoring me. That kept it a peaceful serene service that Saurabh would have hated, but it had been for the living, not for him, even though he was the star.
She walks into my room like she belongs there, and I pray that she feels she does. Just her presence transforms the anonymity of a featureless rent-a-space and makes it feel more like a home than anyplace I’ve been in years.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t come,” I say as she takes off the aanchal. “You look lovely.” Read more »
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The next morning I was very hung over. I’ve had worse morning’s after in my life, but not too many. I was awakened to the sound of little Alex, Michelle and Mark’s younger child, crying for her mother. Before I even opened my eyes I knew I was in bad shape. My head throbbed rhythmically with the beating of my heart, my mouth was as dry as the Sahara, and my stomach felt as if a can of Drano had been poured down it.
“Mommy!” I heard the insistent cry from the direction of our younger daughter’s room. It wasn’t one of mine, I knew. After a moment’s thought I remembered that Mark and Michelle’s kids were staying with us. That thought brought with it a vague sense of embarrassment and shame that seemed related to something that had happened last night. What had I done?
“Oh Jesus,” a voice moaned beside me. It wasn’t Stephanie. Read more »
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Our marriage was an arranged marriage. I am Manoj, 23 and she is Shruti, 21. Just imagine the innocent, charming, cute Renuka and obedient, soft, sophisticated, gentle Manish from Hum Apke hai koun movie. That’s exactly how we looked. We both worked for banks as officers but in different branches in Delhi. I had met her just twice before the wedding, once was when our family went to see the girl and the next was at the engagement. She was very shy and demure and I was the talkative one. Anyway-we got married had our 1st night and went for our honeymoon to Shimla-Chail.
The 1st night (Suhag Raat) was a bit awkward as we were both inexperienced and fumbled around shyly and somehow did the deed, which by the way ended too soon as I was highly excited and after years of using my rough hands for masturbation, the warm wet pussy of my wife was too exciting and sensitive and I could not hold on longer and came in her too soon. We immediately slept after that and had to get up early to leave for our 4 day Getaway bus tour to Shimla-Chail. Our middle class families
decided that going by taxi was too dangerous due to the high road accidents in the hilly region as well as it was better to be on a bus tour for a few days to get to know each other while having other people around to get over the initial awkwardness. So we were put on the popular luxury AC tourist bus accompanying other newly weds like us as well as other couples and a few families with children and older parents. The bus tour was for 4 days as it was a tour going through various places with temples, forts and other tourist destinations en route. Read more »
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My name is Krish. Mine was an arranged marriage and I had been in love with Meera since then. This is a story of how our marriage which was the most beautiful thing ever happened to me went on to seem like it wasn’t actually there, because it seems so gone now. A person often meets his fate on the road he takes to avoid it. Simply put, it’s a story of how I messed with it and lost it all.
I’ll start from the beginning. I was running a small business when I got married. It didn’t work much in my favour and I was forced to quit. I pursued a white collar job from which I was fired an year later. Then I returned to my own business which met with a horrible outcome and I soon found myself reeling with a heavy debt. Though my wife, Meera, was working and earning for our family, I could not find a way to repay my debt to a man called Sunny. I was almost on the run. I was ignoring his calls. But it was a bad move. He tracked me and I ended up being beaten up by his goons. I wasn’t seriously injured, but it wasn’t a nice experience either, for a first timer.
I told you I’ll start from the beginning. Which means there was an incident in the beginning that paved the stones for the surprises that my life had for me. That eventful day, I was leaving from my house to somewhere when I spotted Sunny’s SUV at the end of the street and I immediately withdrew myself to my house. Meera was in the shower and I had no time to spend explaining. To her, I was already gone because I had announced my leave when she was in there. 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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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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Ellora Prabhakar was drunk, but she didn’t care. It wasn’t her fault—a bottle of Sula and two rum cocktails did that to a girl. Sanjay and Hari promised it wouldn’t turn into a business dinner—but that’s what they always said. Ellora usually spent dinner gossiping with Hari’s wife, Shreya. But she had cancelled at the last second and stayed home instead. So Ellora was all alone with two MBAs. Who could blame her for drinking a bit more than usual?
“If we go for a Versova property, we’ll get a fifteen per cent margin,” said Hari.
“And a whopping big EMI,” said Sanjay. “Whereas we can afford Malad without an EMI.”
“But it only has a ten per cent margin.”
Sanjay breathed deeply. “It certainly is a big decision.” Read more »
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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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The last Saturday of this June was the most amazing and wicked weekend getaway I have ever experienced in my life. I was in a dilemma for most of the time should I write about this or not. But then I thought what the heck.
A group getaway was long due for all of us. When I say us what I mean is a group of five couples namely: Anjila Siddique and Nimish Jain, Vaishali Kapur (Me) and Shoeib Alam, Pratibha Saxena and Sumit Bharadwaj, Pritha Ghoshal and Hemant Shah, Sneha Tandon and Vikram Shetty.
We had hired two cars and made an overnight drive to reach our destination. The name of the place is not important. Anyway, all through Saturday we fooled around together, went for sight seeing, teased each other, played some outdoor games, clicked some breathtaking photographs and just before returning to the hotel all the couples gave each other space as we went our separate ways to spend time with our hooked ones.
At night we were back for dinner in the small but stylish restaurant of the hotel. Most importantly the food was nice and they were able to arrange for the drinks we had asked them to before hand. Read more »
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It was a surprise for her. We hadn’t been on a holiday for some time and when I asked my wife to pack up for a week, she was curious. Normally she does all the planning and I am called in only to make the payments…so this was a real departure from the norm for us…even though we had been married for 10 years. She pestered me to tell her where it was but all I said was that soon she would find out.
In fact I had booked an old colonial bungalow in the midst of deep jungles in central India. A local tribal was running a small NGO to raise funds for the education of their children by running this bungalow as a niche tourist place. They organized jungle safaris, photography sessions, angling, trekking and other (safe) adventure tourism related activities. I had arranged for safaris and angling sessions.
Anyway, three hours into the drive towards our destination, I had no choice but tell her where we were heading or she would have pulled my hair out. She was very happy to hear that we were going far away from the madding crowds. We arrived at a small town where our guide was supposed to pick us up. He was already waiting for us at the only post office in the town together with two other men. All three hopped in the back of my car as we sped away to the deeper jungles. Read more »
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Its a Friday evening, what I am doing here sitting in the balcony. I am trying to let out my frustration, something burning from my throat till stomach. I took two acidic tablets till not able to get that thing out of my mind. I called my wife Kavi who is currently on a short onsite assignment in Birmingham England. After three missed calls she took the phone.
Me: Hello Kavi, are you able to hear me? how are you and where are you now?
Kavi: Hello Keshu woooffff aaaaaaaahhhhhh woooofffff aaaaahhhh (breathing heavily) why did you call?
Me: With out replying my question or didnt even asked how am I or our children you are simply asking why did you call? and why the hell are you breathing so heavily.
Kavi: Am climbing upstairs to the apt that’s why breathing…woooffff aaaaaaaahhhhhh woooofffff woooffff aaaaaaaahhhhhh woooofffff Read more »
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Ravi took the elevator for his apartment at the twenty first floor. As he punched the keys another white European women entered the lift, wearing a wet bikini. She punched the eighteenth floor and started rubbing her wet hairs with the towel hung over her shoulder. Ravi gawked her curvaceous body and watched her ample ass barely covered by the tiny bikini bottom.
“You must be a regular swimmer,” he commented.
“Ahmm… No… Swims sometimes when I am free,” she smiled.
“But your perfect body tells me that you are…”
She laughed out loud at the complement and Ravi also grinned. Soon they reached the eighteenth floor and bid good bye.
“Hey!! You look tired,” Rita, his wife spoke as he entered his flat.
“Just a long day at work, but don’t worry I am refreshed once I look at your lovely face,” he smiled. Read more »
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My wife was excited when her mother and stepfather invited her and I to spend two nights in Mumbai with them. They had just opened up a new semi-legal betting company. Sakshi just turned 25 in November and although I’m 28 I’ve never been to a betting den. I was glad that they extended the invitation to me as well. Sakshi and I have been going out together for over two years and plan on living together when she finishes her MBA. I’ve always gotten along well with Bob (her stepfather) and Minakshi Ji (her mom). I especially liked Minakshi Ji because like Sakshi she was beautiful and playful and had a great sense of humor. Dinesh ji was cool too and he had some money (not rich, but comfortable) and Sakshi and her mom were afforded luxuries they never knew before their relationship started 3 years ago. Dinesh ji and Minakshi Ji were married this past summer in a simple ceremony, it’s both of theirs second marriages.
Anyway, Sakshi and I were excited to be going but we would all be sharing a room. It was a large room with two queen-sized beds but nonetheless the idea of a good fuck before bedtime seemed out of the question. Sakshi had just returned from school that previous Friday and we had great sex for hours. We usually couldn’t keep our hands off each other but now that I graduated and she was still in school the separation time just made us hornier for each other. I loved Sakshi because although she had little experience before we met (one lover) and neither did I (two lovers) we explored many new things together. Some we liked, some we tried and chalked off do experience and never tried again. 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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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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