How My Wife Was Tricked To Fuck

How a Stranger fucked my wife.

I left my wife tied to the window. Hands secured above her head. Eyes covered with her shawl securely tied. I slowly opened the door and let him in.

I had great fantasy of seeing my wife being fucked by someone else. I had tried to talk her into it but she was adamant. The more I read sex stories, the more determined I became. I began posting my stories online too to make up for my fantasies.

Then I got a mail from Babu.

He appreciated my stories. I send him a mail with one line –

"Are you interested in fucking my wife?"

From there we developed a new unheard relation. At first he thought I was joking, then when he agreed I was reluctant – could I trust a stranger? But the lust was above all and I decided to trust him. We soon fixed a meeting place and got to know each other putting the fears to rest. We developed an outline and I introduced him to my wife as friend who will be here for few days. Earlier I had coaxed her to try out the Basic Instinct model and here she was smiling and tied to the window with her eyes blindfolded.

In a bus with Mom and Sister

My mom had a voluptuous body. She carried it in such a way that it did not feel so. It was when she ran that, the jiggling of her breast surprised all. The clashes of her boobs threatened to put her off balance. She always wore a tight bra and loose dress to discard her figure. She hated her voluptuous body and went to gym daily but that only made her figure more voluptuous as her waist trimmed. She could not trim her boobs and butt. She always wore jeans and top but on occasions like today, she would wear saree`s.

The second member of our family and the last woman -- my sister, on the other hand was a slim beauty. She had just celebrated her 24th birthday but still looked like a new entrant to college because of her perfect shape. Her eyes made her sexy. It was what you call 'The eyes of a deer'. Her slimness, sensual eyes and loose hair made her just luscious. She always wore skirts. Her favourite was jeans skirt above her knees, flaunting her shapely thighs.

Watching My Loving Parents - Part 4

After a 40-minute long jog around the neighbourhood and avoiding the temptation to play football, I came back home just before dusk. Outside my house, I took off my drenched t-shirt and stretched down for a few minutes before resting my bums on the lower steps of the wooden staircase, willing my body to cool down. The long run was needed as the morning session with Aayahmah, the afternoon episode with Mom and the unexpected "incident" with Leela had ignited my youthful body with so much feelings and so much passion that I was going crazy with desire.

"Hey you! Got and get your shower! We are ready to go to the temple" yelled Leela from the veranda behind me.

I just sat there motionless, lost in my thoughts, till I felt a hand swipe over my sweaty back. Turning around, I looked into Leela's angelic face, as she sat down on the staircase behind me, smartly dressed in a colourful half sari. I smiled at her ever so innocently.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Leela teased.

"Worth more than a penny" I replied, grinning.

"Ok! Pennies then" she replied and as she stood up to walk away, she added "Your big penis."

I heard her snigger as she walked away.

"She is making fun of me" I thought to myself and slowly got up.

Watching My Loving Parents - Part 3

I was woken up by the loud noise of a motorbike – it felt as though the motorbike was right next to my room wall. Grumbling, I pulled away my blanket and turned to look at my bedside clock. It was already 10:15 am. God! I must have slept like a log – but considering the extended physical activities of the night before, it was no surprise. I allowed myself a smile as I got out of bed. I opened my window and looked through the wire-netting towards our neighbour's house which was about 20 meters away from ours. Sure enough, there was our Malay neighbour busy tuning his motorbike.

I picked up my towel from the rack, switched off the fan and stepped out of my room. The house seemed unusually quiet, no visible or audible sign of my Aayahmah. After using the toilet, I went to the kitchen – she was not there but a warm mug of coffee was waiting for me. I took a sip and then went to her room – again, empty. I came out to the dining area, put my mug down on the table and wondered where Aayahmah could be. I noticed that the clothes had already been washed and put out to dry in the sun.

Watching My Loving Parents - Part 2

Bright rays of sunlight beamed into my room through tiny openings on the wooden walls of my room, as I woke up on the Tuesday morning, to the sounds of birds happily chirping on the jambu (guava) and belimbing (star fruit) trees at the back of my house (right behind my room). Recalling the events of the night before I felt overjoyed about my sexual graduation and that I was no longer a virgin. More importantly, my first sexual experience had been so beautiful, so intense and so satisfying – the pleasures and feelings that had run through my body were beyond any of my expectations. If that was what sex and making love was about, then I wanted more - I had found paradise.

Making love to Aayahmah was wonderful and if last night was anything to go by, she was as much in need of the pleasures of the flesh as I was. The clean, affectionate and soft-spoken lady I knew as my Aayahmah had transformed into a female animal in bed, fucking me like a bitch in heat and urging me on with obscene words of love. I loved her hairy pussy and I wanted to make love to her everyday. My cock started to grow as I thought of my Aayahmah – how wonderful it had felt to have my cock massaged within her tight, wet cunt and how she had cried out loud as she exploded. I wanted to pleasure and satisfy her as much as I could. I wanted to make love to her in different ways and learn from her the art of pleasing a woman.

Watching My Loving Parents - Part 1

We were an average family of five, well known and respected in the community. My Dad, Ravi, was a postmaster at the local post-office and my Mum, Rani, was a staff-nurse at the district hospital. Dad was then 53 and Mum had just turned 50. Both had fallen in love with each other many moons ago and brought three of us into this world. My eldest sister, Sheela, was 27, a dentist by qualification, recently married to a lawyer and happily settled down in Kuala Lumpur. My second sister, Leela, was 22 and in her third year of a psychology degree at the Science University in Penang. My name is Mohan and I was the youngest at 18. I had just started my first semester, pursuing a Chemical Engineering degree at the University of Malaya in Kuala Lumpur.

Our home was located in the town of Tampin in the southern part of Malaysia. At that time, we stayed in a government house (provided by the government, since both my parents were working in the civil service) in a "civil-servants" neighbourhood. The house was a typical Malay-style house, built of wood with the front half of the house, built on concrete stilts. We had a large veranda in the front, leading to the living room. There were two bedrooms opening up to the living room – one was occupied by my parents and the other by my sisters. The two rooms shared a common, large attached bathroom (WC plus shower) – you had to walk down a short stairs to the bathroom. Then we had a utility room which we used as our prayer room. This was all on the front half. The back half was on ground level – from the upper front half, you had to walk down a short stairs to the back part, which comprised of two bedrooms, a spacious dining area, kitchen, store, a large bathroom and a drying area. The two bedrooms were at each corner, separated by the kitchen and the store. This was an old house, but still in pretty good shape generally. The outer walls of the house were made of thick, sawn timber, but the inner partitions (between the rooms) were thin.

Those Four Nights - Part 2

"Hello. Priya?" I called over the phone.

"Hello. Athan. Yes, what's up?" my wife answered, recognising my voice immediately.

"I just got a message from the office that I have to meet a potential customer tomorrow in Sungai Petani. So, I will not be returning home tonight. Ok?" I lied to Priya.

"What lah Athan? I was looking forward to seeing you today. I miss you" Priya responded, sounding disappointed.

"What to do lah, darling? Big customer and since I am already here up north, they asked to take care of it. I actually have my luggage with me, ready to return home tonight" I explained, making up the story.

"Never mind, your work is important darling. Finish it and come home tomorrow" she replied, believing my story.

"I have to find a hotel to stay for tonight too. I already told farewell to Athai" I told Priya, trying to convince her that my staying back was unplanned.

"Don't be silly. I will call Mom and tell her about your change of plans. Anyway, Sungai Petani is very near to Prai, so it will be easy for you tomorrow morning" Priya advised.

"Ok" I answered, trying to sound genuinely honest.

"Take care and see you tomorrow. My pussy can't wait to feel your hard cock inside her" Priya said temptingly.

"I miss you too, sweetheart. I will be home by 7pm" I replied, feeling a tinge of cheating guilt for lying to Priya.

"By the way Athan, take them out to the KFC outlet for dinner. Mom told me that she has a sudden yearning to eat there" Priya said. (KFC = Kentucky Fried Chicken).

"Ok, I will darling" I answered and then blew Priya a kiss before putting down the phone.

Those Four Nights - Part 1

God, I felt good after that shower. I stood naked in the room wiping myself dry, looking at my reflection in the mirror. It was around 9:30 pm and I was planning to get an early sleep. As I bent down to dry my toes I noticed shadow movements from under the room door and I sensed someone's presence just outside the door. I looked to the keyhole and sure enough, the light coming through from the outside was suddenly cut off – somebody or something had blocked it. Didn't take long for me to realise it - she was peeping on me.

I was sure it was her and my cock twitched at the thought. Feeling excited, I slowly pulled back my foreskin to expose my cock head and turned around to face the door, wanting to show her my semi-hard cock. My first thought was to give her some of her own medicine – to stroke it slowly and put on a show for her but decided otherwise. I pulled on my underwear and a sarong and combed my hair, before heading towards the door. The eye at the keyhole quickly disappeared – Jothi was gone.