Our Trip To Sangla Valley

 I had promised my wife that we would go to goa every year, but we could not due to my son’s board exam and then admission. My son got the admission in Jaipur University and had to shift in a hostel leaving both of us in Delhi. We were sitting and discussing our life, when, I got an idea to go to Sangla on Vacation. Sangla is a place in Himanchal at an height of approx 2700 mts in Kinnaur District. It is approx 600 kms from Delhi. We decided to drive from Delhi to Sangla . The date was fixed and bookings were made. Our First stay was in Narkanda and then Sangla while going and Fagu on our way back. We got our luggage packed.

One day before our departing date, I, myself, cleaned her pubic hair with the help of hair remover and asked her to get a body polish from beauty saloon. She was excited to go to Sangla, hence she got it done. On the day of departure from Delhi, I asked her to wear slim fit shirt and Skirt without undergarments. We took our seats in the car and started for Sangla. It was around 4:30 Am. It was dark out side. As soon as we crossed Delhi border, I asked my wife to open her top buttons of the shirt so that her tits can be viewed from outside. I also asked her to raise her skirt and sit on the seat so that her thighs are also visible. She looked at me hesitantly, but she did as asked. We continued driving.

The Saga of Incest. Ch - 04

 Mummy and I started having sex, three and a half weeks back. My mummy, Ruby was not protected; she used to take birth control pills for some weeks. As we were fucking regularly on daily basis, sometimes it was multiple times in a day as I was having holidays before I joined engineering course. Mummy said to me that taking pills regularly was not safe as it will have some side effects, so we switched to using other means of birth control.

When we were in a supermarket shopping for our groceries, I suggested mummy that we will use condoms from then on. She agreed and we also bought a big box of condoms. And every night we used to fuck using those condoms, in my parent’s queen sized bed and leave those sperm filled condoms on her bed and sleep there in each other arms without any clothes.

Neelu, who was our housemaid, started coming to work after her leave was over. When Neelu would come to work, first of all, she will do dish washing, then she will go to sweep our entire home, starting with living room, dining room, then she will clean all other bedrooms and at last my parents master bedroom and combined bathroom. While cleaning mummy’s bedroom, she started to find used condoms in my mummy’s bed or bathroom. Sometimes mummy would sleep till late in morning due to tiredness from our hard fuckings during previous night. And we made a habit of sleeping in nude daily.

During those times, Neelu got to see that my mummy would sleep in nude and by looking the condition of mummy and her bed, she was sure that mummy was having sex with someone. She was wondering if her madam who was very conservative and religious, started to have an extra marital affair. Out of curiosity, she started to spy on mummy. She would ask me questions like, if my dad was home from abroad or if some guest was coming to stay at our home. But she was unaware of Ruby’s relation with her very own son.

My mom's treatment at the hands of commoners - 09

My sweet homely mature mother had tried to keep her secret hidden from me for a very long time and now that she knew I had seen her, I was afraid that things would become very awkward. After I witnessed her debauchery in the morning, I was afraid to come out of the room and face her. And ever my mom decided not to speak to me. We left Uncle Bapi’s house on a quiet and somber note, even though we were both smiling that afternoon when we boarded the car.

Bahadur was driving the car with Karim Chacha in the front seat and me and my mom in the back. Neither of us had said a word to each other since morning and everytime I looked at her, she turned away in shame. I guess I should’ve been grateful that she was not aware of the fact that this wasn’t the first time I had seen her being used and having sex with a low-class man. Regardless, she seemed very conscious of herself now as she tried to avoid my eyes as well as Bahadur’s eyes. The driver too appeared to be very alarmed and I can only assume that the "slap" I heard when I ran up the stairs after that incident was my mom slapping him as a backlash.

Anyways, after Karim Chacha and Bahadur dropped us at the station, we both got on the train and left. Nothing even remotely scintillating happened during our return trip as my mom was acting very prim and proper, now that she knew her son had seen and heard everything that she had done. We hardly spoke during the journey and when we got home and opened the door, there was another surprise waiting for us.

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.

My mom's treatment at the hands of commoners - 05

After Uncle Shyam left I quickly jumped over to my balcony and went inside my room. I saw my mom coming over to my bedroom and unlocking the door. I decided to sleep for the time being, thinking that no other male was coming. Plus, I knew that after squiring so much, my mother would also be tired.

I woke up late at night and went to the dinner table. As usual my mom was wearing a red color silk nighty which clung to her luscious body because of her sweat, showing her every curve. She looked tired and also a bit uneasy. Maybe she was feeling a little guilty after what happened with Uncle Shyam. While serving me dinner, I saw the outline of her huge mangoes jiggling with every movement.

"Babu, you don't have to wake up early tomorrow. I'll take the milk."

I knew the reason but still I decided to ask, "Why mom? I could take it. What's the problem?"

"No problem at all. Actually, I'll be going out tomorrow so I have to wake up early. You can sleep as long as you like. I'll take the milk from the milkman, don't worry."

I decided against pushing this topic further. "Fine. I'll wake up late tomorrow. Just remember to take the milk from him in time."

"Don't you worry. I'll surely wake up in time, tomorrow morning."

Vyshya Dharma

One day, by noon, it was so sultry. I thought, it might provide some relief, if I kept open our backyard window.

When I opened it, the window hooked me to witness an act of lovemaking.

The Electricity Board people had had chopped down a branch from a dense tree, standing in our backyard, to make way to the overhead power lines. A gap thus created exposed to me the lovers in the house behind.

May be I was sex starved all these eight years, but then I was never allowed to listen to my body utterances. My husband was a businessman. A busy man he posed to be. He used to burden my mind with his business worries and find excuses, always, to stay away from my sexual needs. Luckily, he could spare some time in the early days of our married life. I conceived and gave birth to our daughter, who is eight years old now.

Wife's Cooperation

Shekhar and his wife, Anita and have a very exciting marriage. She's a wonderful lover, friend and a very beautiful woman. Other men are often attracted to her, and one can see them looking and lusting after her whenever they are out in the evening. Shekhar finds this exciting and encourages her to wear revealing clothing and insists that she go braless as often as possible, especially at home, because nature has blessed her with a pair of the sexiest breasts possible ;perfectly round and succulent capped by chocolate-pink coloured nipples which invariably peep through transparent dresses.

Anita is 28 years old. She has exposed her breasts on nude beaches and Shekhar is sure she enjoyed all the stares. Once in the evening when it was slightly dark she even pulled off her panties and played around in the sea fully naked. Not only that while walking back they came across a fisherfolk couple. It was dark but they had a lantern. Still Anita stopped and asked them a few questions just to let them realise that they were talking to a pretty young and naked lady.

Whenever she wears a saree it is always with sleeveless blouses and deep plunging necklines in front and at the back. Not only this this whenever she visits Shekhar’s parents she is always properly clothed in Salwar Kameez, dutifully applies sindur and wears Mangalsutra. No wonder they are all praise for their pretty daughter-in-law.

Across Rooftops

Sheila assumed that because her building was the tallest in the area no one could really spot her. She had built her house in a style to remind of her Shillong days; that was not so easy considering that this South Indian city was rapidly losing its greenery.

And while the rooms and much of the house was on the ground and first floor, on the second floor she had her room, surrounded by a riotous burst of greenery, shrubs and ornamental plants. It was her refuge. As her son grew into a teenager she found it necessary to meet the needs of her bubbling cauldron of sexuality in different ways than it had been in the past.

Over the years she had a string of lovers. Some dearer to her with whom she spent long, languorous hours when the house was quiet. Others were more to do with her lust unleashed as she took a fancy to a young man and devoured him as a special treat. On many of the occasions the quiet of her house was rent apart by the animal bellowing she allowed herself.

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.

Manya - Forbidden Lust - Part 04

The person who stays opposite Manya’s house is Uncle Raj.

Uncle Raj is a business man and comes to Bangalore for 15 days in a month and then he returns to his family in Hyderabad. He is a garment exporter.

Uncle Raj is 55 years old, and nearly 5 feet 11 inches tall and huge. He has got a big paunch or rather a pot belly.

Uncle Raj and Deen are the best of friends. Though he is aged, he is still young at heart. They roam together when he is in town and have a nice time going to dance bars and all these places.

So Manya was always annoyed when Uncle Raj comes because Deen comes home late.

This went on, and whenever he used to come Manya used to send food to his place sometimes, and he really used to appreciate Manya’s cooking and say that her food was just beautiful like her.

Uncle Raj was a very horny man and he used to watch porno films.

Manya - Forbidden Lust - Part 03

Mmmmm, yes, Aunt Manya, " mumbled Prem, encircling her right nipple with his lips.

The act made Manya's body stir warmly. His dick was still buried in her soaked pussy, at about three quarters of its full length. With a sigh Manya observed that it still felt longer and harder than her husband's organ. Readjusting her hips to lodge him firmly in her, she continued with her querying.

"Prem, I'm a little worried about Deen." She of course did not know that her son Deen was listening to the entire talk and was listening with rapt attention now that his name was being mentioned. He pricked his ears and laughed lightly to himself at the thought of his naked, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his best friend while having his cock still buried in her pussy.

"Why worry about Deen, Aunt Manya," asked Prem. "He's fine".

"I mean, is he fully fine Prem"?

"Fully fine? What's that supposed to mean," asked Prem again, this time nibbling harder at Manya's right nipple.

"Aaah! I mean does he have a girfriend. Is he normal like you are", she whispered, biting Prem's ear lightly.

Manya - Forbidden Lust - Part 02

It was rather early, about half past five in the morning that the sound of the phone ringing next to her woke up Manya. Drowsily, she rolled her half naked body across the bed and picked up the receiver. It was Ram's cheery voice. Involuntarily, the horny wife's hand went to her pussy.

"Sorry to wake you. I just wanted to say that I am leaving by an early flight now. Your husband is still out. I left him a note that he should join me in Mumbai by the evening flight. Take care and go back to sleep. Last night was beautiful", said the boss.

"Ohhh! Thanks for the care. Last night was beautiful for me too", murmured the frustrated wife over the phone. Her fingers begans to strum her vulva as Ram's caressing voice moistened her awakened pussy.

Ram thought he heard her moan. "It was beautiful but hurried. We need to catch up", he said slowly, realising that she was breathing heavily into the phone.

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.

Exhibitionist Mom

I am a seventeen years old Indian boy named Tarun.  Besides my parents I had a sister and a brother. I also had two dogs  that I love dearly. My father Sanjay is forty-four and he is a sales executive in a motorcar company.  He is bald and an alcoholic.  He often tries to hide his wine bottles from us but fails miserably.  My mother Rajni is a typical housewife.  She is thirty-nine and very conservative.

To an outsider we are a well-off happy family but inside things are not as ideal as they seem from outside. My father and mother don't see anything as one.  They often quarrel over petty things like forgetting car keys or buying something in super store.  But the greatest bone of contention is religion. My mother is a strong devotee of religion while my father is almost a non- believer.

My mother's conservativeness was apparent by many things. She was very rigid in dress code.  She dressed conservatively by wearing full sarees and large blouses to conceal her body.  She never used bad language even when she is angry. My mother would scold my sister and me mildly even if she considered something done by us as very inappropriate.

How she looks like, as woman is, however, a different story.  She is fair complexioned and had a very beautiful face. She had a well-shaped body with prominent bust and nice round ass.  Everybody agreed that my mother is the prettiest woman in our area.  She was leading her life as a mature, married, respectable wife and mother. But there was an aspect of her life, which was hidden from her family and relatives. Even I come to learn about it accidentally.  My mom was an exhibitionist.