My mom's treatment at the hands of commoners - 08

The next morning I got up with butterflies in my stomach. I couldn’t sleep the whole night thinking about what I had learned. My mother and Shyam Uncle were actually doing naughty things with each other for most of the night! I was shocked and amazed to how daring they both were, doing dirty stuff while my father was at home. But I was wondering, did they do it in the living room sofa or were they using Mom-Dad’s bedroom? I felt a cold shiver when the thought of them fucking each other right beside my sleeping Dad, crossed my mind. But I immediately dismissed the thought realizing that this was impossible. No way could they have dared to do that!

I went downstairs to the living room and saw that no one was there on the sofa. But the sofa was still a mess and this meant Uncle Shyam had left early. It was 7:00 AM in the morning and my mom and Dad were still asleep. Truth be told, I was half-expecting my mother to stay asleep after what she must’ve endured last night. I went to the bathroom.

I went to the bathroom and inside, to my surprise, I saw my mom’s nighty that she was wearing last night, hanging from the bathroom clothesline. Wow, does that mean that she’s sleeping naked in my parents’ bedroom right now! I know Dad is still there and it’s totally natural for husband-and-wife to be sleeping in the nude. But the thought of my mom’s naked, chubby frame laid down on the soft bed caused my limp prick to twitch a little. But there was more.

Mom fucked by the Tantrik and Me in front of the whole family

Hi guys, name is Vishal. I'm 19 yrs old. This is the story of how the tantrik and I fucked my mother in front of the whole family. My moms name is Mitali.

My exams had just gotten over. My mom came over and told me that we were going to Azampur, our native place.I had never been there. I was told that it was a proper village and there women were very conservative and shy types. It was my family re-union and around 50 of our family people were coming there. We had a huge palace type bungalow so accommodation was not a problem.

My dad had an emergency meeting and cancelled his trip at the last moment. So me and mom left for azampur. Everyone in the train was staring at my mom. I couldn't sleep in the night because I had to keep an eye on my mom because of the people who were just waiting to pounce on my mom. We reached Azampur safely. Our servant, Ramesh, received us and took us home. It was an 2 hr ride. Everyone was very tired.

Confessions of an Indian HouseWife - Part 02

As this continued his attitude towards me changes and he took every opportunity to talk to me and even touch me casually. One day I decided to show him something more! We have a 2 bedroom flat and the common hall lies in the center. From the hall you can see the door of my bedroom. The TV is just in the line with the door of our bedroom and if one is watching TV he could just see what's happening in our bedroom. I decided to take the advantage of this. That day my BIL was watching TV and may be that was some cricket match he was interested in. I decided to make my move and went to the bedroom. I kept the door open and went inside. Then I looked at the hall and could clearly see my BIL looking at the TV. I made some movements just to confirm that he could see what I was doing inside. And I could see him looking at me while watching TV. Now I stood and unwrapped my pallo to remove my sari. As the pallo fell down my breasts stood free, just covered by the blouse. I looked at the hall, not directly but just from the corners of my eyes. YES he was watching. I removed the sari and stood there just in my blouse and petticoat. Ohh god! My entire body was trembling with excitement and felt goose pimples all over my body. That was the sign of excitement and sexual arousal for me. Yes! I then unbuttoned my blouse and slowly removed it. I did it real slow so that BIL had nice view of my breasts uncovering.

My heart was beating very fast. I then turned my back towards the hall and pushed my hands behind my back to show my BIL what I was doing. My fingers touched the hook of my brassier and I slowly unfastened it. I could not observe my BIL this way but I was sure he was looking. I slowly removed my bra and then threw it away. Ohhhh!

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.

Milk My Full Breasts, Please

Since my baby was born eight months ago my sex life has taken a turn for the worse. My husband doesn't seem very interested, other than an occasional quickie, which leaves me feeling low, not wanted and sexually frustrated.

I have worked hard to get myself back in shape and I think I have succeeded very well. The only difference in my body, compared to pre-pregnancy, is the fact that my breasts are much larger and full of milk. I am still breast feeding my baby once a day. 

The only problem is that I have a surplus of milk and have to express some daily. To me, though, my tits look fantastic. They are large, firm and my nipples are huge and always look swollen and erect. It turns me on no end and they feel extra sensitive and sensual. My husband, however, doesn't seem to like them for some reason and moans at me when my nipples poke through my clothes. He thinks it looks disgusting. I think it looks hot and so very sexy.

In a Theatre with My Wife

My name is Nithin. This is an incident occurred when I visited a theatre with my wife Soundarya during our honeymoon trip in Kerala -- Gods own country! 

A place blessed with beauty dazzled our views. My wife wore a silk skirt and T-shirt. I did not approve of it, however being the second week of our marriage I did not argue. I donned jeans to match her style. When people stare at my wife, it makes me uneasy and my wife being voluptuous only made matters worse. Her boobs jiggled as she walked even though she wore tight bra. Her ass was a carved piece on which the skirt made a second skin.

It was with great effort during our honeymoon I got permission to go out alone with my wife. People did not seem to realize we needed privacy. Wherever we went aunties, uncles or their children followed us. Therefore, this time I told it was an official visit. My wife did not seem to mind the guest; in fact, she was happy to have all of them around her. She was surprised to see us go to a cinema hall instead of my friend's house as we planned. When I told her, I wanted some time in private she seemed to be more surprised which irritated me. 

Rajni and the Tangewala

I am Rajni. I am 28 yrs old and my statistics are 36/27/38 and I am 5-4". My complexion is fair although not milky white but still fair enough. I have high degree exhibitionist tendencies. I do not lose any opportunity to show myself off to others because I am very proud of my figure. Whereas others are concerned I don't mind exposing to any age group because I firmly believe a male is a male however old he is. He will never miss an opportunity to ogle at some well stacked woman's body, even if she is his distant or sometimes may be even close relative. I have noticed people from the age group of 16-60 leering at my body. Of all the parts of my body, I have noticed that males stare at my buttocks the most. Although I couldn't see it myself but I am told by others including my husband that my ass is the best part of my anatomy. And I feel them to be true whenever I go to market or crowded bus/train I notice people following me wherever I go just to pinch my ass or sometimes maybe finding a good opportunity they don't hesitate in caressing it also. I generally do not show any objection as long as it remains harmless pranks. But when somebody tries to act over smart I give him a piece of my mind. Since all these activities take place in public places its not difficult at all. I first give the rowdy person a few hard stares and still if he persists with his activities I yell at him and then public takes good care of that person. Not that strangers pay attention only to my ass but they also try to reach for my boobs as well. Many times, especially when I am traveling by a crowded bus - I notice person standing ahead of me in the bus tries to push/press my boobs with either his elbow or shoulders. But now I am going to narrate for you one such incident where I had acceded from my self-imposed limits of only exposing. That time I had also participated in the act. And believe me I enjoyed it immensely although it was with a low class tangewala.

Amma’s Coconuts

This happened when I was around thirteen. Then I lived with my parents in the outskirts of an unimportant district of Kerala. My father ran a small tea-shop and my mother helped him in the business. Though I was their only child, I was not much spoilt. I was not bad in my studies and frequently stood first in my class. I was very obedient to my parents. Since they were fairly educated people, they knew well the value of good education and, though it was beyond their means, they were sending me to an English medium school in a nearby town. Looking back, I think that we were a happy family, though poor, and were envied by all our neighbors. Our troubles started when my father fell ill suddenly and died. He was in the habit of drinking toddy once in a while, but of late, probably because of the sudden heavy losses in running the tea-shop due to the appearance of a restaurant across the road, he had started drinking more frequently. Early one evening, his condition got so worse that we had to rush him to a hospital. The doctors said that his condition was very critical. He died after remaining bedridden for some weeks. After his death, my mother gathered herself together very quickly and tried to run our tea-shop alone. But she soon found out that she could not do it on her own. I suggested to her that I could stop going to school and give her a hand in the tea-shop. But she would not allow that, even though our financial conditions were fast becoming from bad to worse. During my father’s long illness, we had to borrow heavily from our friends and relatives. They were now coming to our house almost everyday and demanding their money back. We were in a desperate situation.

Sex with Mom and her Boyfriend

Hi, I am Latha. I am now aged 22 and come from a very conservative, traditional Tamil speaking family settled in Bangalore. I have a sister named Sudha who is two years older than me. Both of us are now married to respectable families. But I should now share my very sexy experiences with you. I promise you that this is a real life experience, which will thrill and titillate you. 

Guys! Hands on your throbbing cocks and Girls! Fingers into your hole. Get started with my Experience. 

Life was a normal middle class one and both of us sisters were virgins when we got married. Sudha got married four years back, when she was 20 and I married three years back after completing 19. My parents were in Bangalore. Sudha's husband was in Europe and she moved in after her wedding. Soon after my wedding, my hubby got a job in Gulf and we went over there. After that it was only communication over phone, e-mails and chat with my sister for four years. Both of us gave birth to our child in the respective countries. When we were there, we got the information, that our parents were separated and that my father had left Bangalore.