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.

The Stormy Night

It was raining cats and dogs when I got off the bus at bus stand. Even though I made a very quick dash to the nearest shelter that was just a few feet away I got drenched. I found an empty bench away from the slanting rain and sat on it to take stock of my plight.

I am Mohan, a twenty two year old engineer, working as an engineer trainee in a reputed private firm in Madras (the city is now known as Chennai). My company worked five days a week. A very good friend of mine was getting married that Saturday night in his native place; a very small town some 50 miles away from Vijayawada. It was an impulsive, last minute decision on my part to attend that wedding.

Unfortunately for me, I couldn't get a train ticket and had to travel sitting in a bus all the way. Even as I left Madras on that Friday night, a cyclonic storm was making its way towards the South India in the Bay of Bengal. During that night of my travel it intensified further. The bus was buffeted by rain and strong winds and the journey was very wet and tiring. But, somehow, we managed to reach Vijayawada around eight in the morning that Saturday.

I had a cup of hot coffee at the coffee stall and then went to the inquiry counter. My plan was to take another bus to my friend's town.

This is His Wife

Neelam was watching the TV when she got the call from her husband Girish.

'Good News,' her husband screamed over the phone.

'What is it?' asked Neelam enthusiastically.

'We have been invited for the big party,' he replied.

'How nice, when is it?' asked an excited Neelam unable to digest the news of her husband's Boss inviting them to his birthday bash.

'This weekend,' he replied.

'Which means I have all the time,' said she as she went into a deep thought.

'Yes you have all the time,' said Girish as his thoughts wandered back to the day when they had decided to lure his Boss when they heard that he was a Playboy. Though Girish was reasonably well off drawing a handsome salary the greed of leading a luxury life had implanted that seed. After much debate they had finally decided to try their hands in alluring his Boss.

Neelam who was 27 had a dynamic personality which created havoc in the minds of men who were fortunate enough to have a look at her when she was in a mood to flaunt herself.

Guruji Ka Sex Treatment - Part 7

It was nearing 8 and I had to get up from bed though I felt like lying down as I feeling much fatigued. I combed and tied my hair somewhat unwillingly and dressed myself properly to meet Guru-ji; already I was having palpitations though apparently there was no reason for it!

As I entered Guru-ji’s room with nervous steps I found two other females in the room along with Guru-ji. I had not seen them before and they were not in the ashram attire also; so I concluded they might be visitors. Both were sitting in front of Guru-ji while I entered the room with their backs to me.

Guru-ji: Ah! Nice to see you again Anita! So how was your day Beti?

Me (giggling): Nice Guru-ji! Very re… refreshing!

I went a few steps ahead and stood in front of Guru-ji. I looked from the corner of my eyes and noted that the two females were pretty young, dressed in salwar kamiz and they were rather teenagers!

Guru-ji: Good. Good. So a welcome break? (Guru-ji smiled looking at my eyes) But… but you look quite tired Anita! Why?

My heart started pounding as Guru-ji looked at my eyes intently; I dropped my eyelids nervously and shuffled a bit.

Me: No err… I mean yes Guru-ji… a bit… umm…actually tired of traveling! (my voice almost trembled to hide the actual truth!)

Guruji Ka Sex Treatment - Part 6

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Guruji Ka Sex Treatment - Part 5

Had a long tight sleep and when I awakened next morning, it was certainly quite late. But since there was no activity today, I was lazy to leave the bed. I looked at the clock and it was 09:30 a.m. I stretched out my body to get the hangover out - I felt very refreshed – actually the uninterrupted long sleep and the sexual intercourse that I had last night made me feel at very high spirits.

Soon I realized that I was hungry and of course it was quite late in the morning. I left the bed, combed and bunched up my hair, and went to the toilet. As I emptied my bladder, I felt more relaxed and revitalized. I changed my nighty and was in the usual attire of the saffron sari and blouse. I opened the door to look for my breakfast.

Nirmal: Madam, breakfast is ready. Shall I serve it?

I was rather surprised at that service. Nirmal was sitting by the door of my room in a stool and as soon as I sneaked my head out, he was ready with the offer!

Me: Err… I mean… yes, of course.

I was pretty much pleased.

Nirmal: Guru-ji instructed me to wait here and to see no one knocks at your door and to serve you breakfast as soon as you get up.

Me: Oh! (smiling) So nice of him!

Guruji Ka Sex Treatment - Part 4

We proceeded now to the ashram building again and reached the Puja-ghar. The Puja-ghar was illuminated by a big “yagya agni” and much heat was also emitted by it. Guru-ji was sitting right in front of that. His face and upper body glowed in the orange-yellow light of the fire; he was chanting mantras and throwing flowers etc. into the fire, and his large body habitus honestly looked rather ominous in that setting. I noticed that Uday and Rajkamal were already present in the puja-ghar and now Nirmal and Sanjeev also joined with me.

Guru-ji: Welcome Anita! By the gace of Linga Maharaj and Chandrama you have reached the pinnacle of your yatra in the ashram. Jai Linga Maharaj!

There were “asana” placed just beside where Guru-ji was sitting. He indicated to take my seat there. All the other four males kept standing facing us. I sat on my knees so that I did not make an unnecessary upskirt show to the men who were standing just opposite to me.

Guru-ji: Beti, I require paramount concentration from you in this session and you have to be absolutely inhibition-free while attending it, otherwise the whole effort will go as a waste. Okay? And do respond from time to time so that I can understand you can grasp what I say. Okay?

Guruji Ka Sex Treatment - Part 3

I awoke at the call of Gayathri, our maidservant. I went to the toilet and changed to a sari and after giving her instructions regarding cooking and sipping a cup of tea, thought of calling Nandu. I took a cup of tea and went to his room. The door of the room was closed, but not locked from inside. I gently pushed the door and went inside. I saw Nandu was sleeping in the shorts that I had given him last night and since he was in a supine position how could I miss the nice little bulge within his pant? I was also attracted by his naked upper body, which was nicely built and quite expectedly without a trace of fat anywhere.

Me: Nandu! Nandu!

I called him twice and then pushed him lightly, but he was still having a sound sleep. Was he dreaming? Who knows! A naughty thought came to my mind! I kept the cup of tea for him at bedside and quickly closed the door. Now I was pretty safe and went near him and gently touched his lund from over his shorts. My heart was pounding and I could hear it beating, as this was probably the first time I was touching the penis of another male apart from my husband and that too so consciously and openly. The thrill I extracted simply by touching it made me feel like a 25 or 30 year-old married woman! It was nothing new – I had held my husband’s penis so many times, had stroked it, licked it and even sucked it ‘n’ number of times in my long married life, but still Nandu’s shorts-covered small dick was attracting me like anything!

Guruji Ka Sex Treatment - Part 2

Shilpa: Aunty! Aunty!

Me: Ya… err… Yes, what is it?

As if I woke up from a slumber and tried to look composed.

Shilpa: Guru-ji is calling us.

Me: Okay, okay. Lets go.

I kept the open magazine from my lap to the table and adjusted my sari and followed Shilpa. As she walked in front of me, I did note the alluring way she was swaying her kundi. I was as if envying Shilpa for her tight figure though I knew I should not, as she was at least 10-12 years younger than me. Her proportionate ass was dancing within her dress as she walked briskly. I hurried along to keep pace with her. As we entered the puja ghar, I found there everyone of the family - Mr. Yadav, Mrs. Yadav and their daughter who came along with me. Of course, Sanjeev and Guru-ji were also there.

Guruji Ka Sex Treatment - Part 1

My name is Anita Singh. I live in a small town of Uttar Pradesh. Presently I am 32 years of age, married. I got married at the age of 25 to Rajesh, who was a shop-owner. My married life started smooth and I was happy with everything. Rajesh and I shared a very good and close relation. My sex life also was quite regular and satisfactory. But bitterness in my life started when Rajesh and I decided we are going to have an issue after two years of our marriage. When even after one year of unprotected copulation I was not getting pregnant, we were very concerned. There was pressure from my in laws also. I was really confused why this was happening. I had my periods regularly and physically also I had a very developed figure from my teenage itself. I never thought that I could land up in such a problem!

I was 27 years then, had a somewhat fair complexion, 5 feet 2 inches height, oval face, and amply built. As I said I had a developed figure from my teens with 32 breast size and flaring hips from my college days. I was conscious about my diet so that I do not add additional flesh on my hips. I always got a good male attention on road or at any gathering, which I could sense, though I was pretty conservative in dressing. In that sense I was very shy regarding these matters, which was really due to my upbringing and the small town we lived in. I was adequately gifted by god at proper places in my body though with somewhat heavy bottoms. I was pretty active and fit with regular menses.

Poker game bet

This is Rakesh a Bengali business man . I am a poker freak guy who use to be in poker mania everyday. Every first Tuesday night of the month my friends gathered to eat, drink and play cards. Reddy 's Bar was the site for the festivities. Krishnankant Reddy a member of the group, set up the card game in the back room. There was plenty of privacy and an endless supply of food and booze.

My wife Monami was 23 years old and was a house wife.

We had developed healthy sexual relationship during our marriage. The mere site of Monami put me in the mood. After work I couldn't keep my hands off Monami. She didn't mind at all.

I was a lucky man to have Monami asmy wife. She was young and beautiful and she loved me very much. she would do anything for me

She knew Monday night was my poker night. This particular Monday night she decided that she wanted to go along. She knew that I would try to talk her out of going, so she put on her sexiest outfit.

Her white top and skirt were made of a thin stretchy material. The white outfit showed off her well-tanned 37DD-23-35 frame. The top was cut low showing substantial cleavage. Monami never wore a bra. The firmness of Monami's breasts was apparent. They supported her top, not the other way around. The top stopped just above Monami's belly button and the skirt began just below it. The short skirt was just long enough to cover her assets. Monami finished off the outfit with spiked high heel shoes and a small handbag.

No Man's Land

Deepak Mehta a flourishing business man was under stress as he was childless. His vast empire grew by day. As he stepped into 40th year he was a worried man as he had no child to take care of his business. Constantly he took advice from eminent personalities but failed. He could not marry another woman as the business he handled belonged to his wife. His wife, Kaveri a charming lady in her thirties was constantly looked down by her in-laws. This affected both of them and it had reached such a peak, that they were willing to sacrifice anything for it.

One day Deepak and his wife were introduced to an elderly couple, who a few years ago were childless. Hearing their advice both of them were pleased but it had many hurdles. First they had to travel a long distance to meet a person by name of Daniel Gonzoppa, an expert tracker, who could guide them to the sacred spot. Secondly it would take 8 to 10 days to reach the spot by foot from Daniel's place.

Third and most important factor was Kaveri had to have a lady companion as she would be the only female in the long journey. As they pondered about it, it came as a pleasant surprise to find Kaveri's aunt Mala, younger sister of Kaveri's mother to come forward to help them out.

When all was settled the three of them boarded a train and headed to the east. After chugging along for four days they reached a remote village. From there they had to travel by cart for another 3 hours before they reached a small hamlet.

Not An Uphill Task

The moment we landed at Tirupati railway station, Raghu remembered what his friends had cautioned him before he left.

You are a compulsive smoker. Ensure that you have sufficient
inventory of cigarettes before you go up the hill. You won't get even
a single cigarette even if you shell out a million rupees.

They were right. Raghu was a compulsive smoker and could never get rid
of the urge to reach out for a fag after anything he drank or ate. He
stole an opportunity while his mother and wife were enjoying a nice
cup of coffee as he hurriedly bought a few packets of his favorite
brand of cigarettes and cleverly kept them deep inside his bag,
beneath his clothes.

Fortunately for them, there weren't those long queues to board the bus
that took the huge crowds up the hill to Tirumala, one of the most
visited pilgrim centers in the country. They were lucky again to get
seated in a row that could accommodate all the three of them. As the
bus began the journey, most of the pilgrims inside the bus called out
aloud,Govinda..Govinda.

Indian Wife's Holiday

My wife and I planned went on our first trip to north India a couple of years ago. I had been to Bombay previously but it was the first time for Malavika to the north. We had 4 weeks to spend which we divided between Calcutta, Darjeeling, Delhi and Jaipur. In the days preceding the trip we were anxious but equally eager to make the best use of the time available. The night before the trip we had a steamy sex session and we naturally discussed about planning some encounters for my wife during our holidays.

I knew how much my wife was looking forward to it.

It was a bit of a boring journey from Bangalore, but as the night approached it looked promising. We were in the first class AC compartment and shared the coupe with a family of husband, wife and two boys. The couple were in their early forties and were very friendly, although I noticed the man to be particularly friendly with Malavika. We learnt that the couple were called Gopal and Jayshree. His wife was very simple to look at and Gopal was certainly taken by my wife’s good looks. Gopal was also ordinary looking but quite smart. Though inconvenient for travel Malavika wore a saree for the obvious reasons and Gopal was regularly scanning my wife’s torso during our conversation.

It was 11 pm and most people were asleep but we were still awake and so was Gopal. We realized that he was very interested and if presented a chance he would grab it. When he went to the toilet I told my wife,” Malviks please go for it”.

“How?” she asked.

“We need him to get close to you first. Why don’t we ask him to help with opening the window on your side?”, saying so I quickly jammed some paperbits on the crevices of the window and pulled it down. Luckily it was shut firmly and made it tight to operate. Just as Gopal approached the coupe, we pretended to be struggling to open the window. He promptly offered his help and my wife moved back a little to give him space. Gopal was struggling as well and I and Malavika closed in to help. Malavika did not waste any time and leaned onto Gopal to take him by surprise. As all the lights were off it was very convenient. Gopal’s wife and children were on the top berth and deep asleep. Malavika was wearing a nice lavender perfume and that must have lured Gopal even more.

I winked at my wife to encourage her and she let he saree-front slide down and pushed her chest forward onto the back of Gopal’s right shoulder. He was stunned and stopped briefly to assess the situation. The window appeared to loosen slightly and I suggested we carry on. Once we were back at the window, I noticed that Malavika was just leaning against the window for support while she pressed her soft boobs onto Gopal back and shoulder again. At that point the window opened up, but Malavika was already on her erotic trip and was licking her lips with her tongue as she continued to massage her breasts against him. Gopal was very shocked and he withdrew himself and had a look around to ensure no one was watching. Then he looked at me blankly. “She’s all yours” I said pointing to my wife. He lowered himself to sit down and I noticed he was breathing fast.

My wife's audition for a TV serial

My finances were OK. But they were not just enough to make me live the life that I dreamed of. I have a government job and a stable salary but it was just not enough for me. My wife, unlike me was quiet content with the flat that we owned, the Maruti car that we had and the minimal jewellery that I had bought for her. But I somehow, was not really cherishing the routine life that we had. In my teens, I had dreamed of Mercedes and luxury apartments and somehow those dreams kept reappearing again. It was just then that I saw an advertisement in Hindu. It said that a reputed television soap company wanted TV serial actresses and that they were looking for normal housewives to make the serial more realistic. It read “Wanted housewives to act in Family Drama Serial”. Something prompted me from within and I immediately called the mobile number that accompanied the ad. A gruff voice answered the phone.

“Halo, Sir, I am Guhan here . Is it Mr. Shyam, the head of Shri Productions?” I asked hesitatingly.

“Haan, Shyaam here”

“I just saw your ad in Hindu! Can I know more details about it Sir?”

“See, Mr.Guhan, We make family soaps. This time our Director has come up with a novel idea of making real housewives act in the serial rather than casting the known TV Actresses again and again”

“ Ya, I read about it in the ad Sir!, Can I know some more details like timings of shootings and the remuneration” When I said remuneration, I almost bit my lips.

“Oh, we shoot only in days. Cant afford the lighting cost you know. And remuneration also is not comparable to films. We cant pay as much as filmwallahs do, U know!”

Trip To Remember

This happen when we went for a vacation to Goa. It was one of the vacations we planned after long time. We dropped our kid to grandparents and went for a weeklong vacation. For a long time I was asking my wife to show off some of her hot body in public but she always said no. Just to describe my wife, she is 32 and has great body to die for. She has amazing 34C boobs with large brown nipples. Her boobs are perfect for her age. They look really nice on her 28 waist and 36 hips. She always wear clothes which are covering her full. I keep her pushing to wear more bold clothes. She started trying some bold clothes lately after my lot of pushing.

For our vacation, she told that it is going to be a surprise for me. We waited for the day of journey. Finally day arrived and after all the arrangement we were set to go. We decided to travel by bus, just to save ourselves from driving. Bus service to Goa is very good and there are lots of options for sleeper buses. Sleeper buses provide lot of space for passengers to sleep with ease. We decided to travel in off peak season. We reached the designated place to board the bus.

For the travel wife and I decided to wear something soft and comfortable. She wore a very soft material and thin loose top with nice pushup bra. Bra was accentuating her looks and her soft dress as making it sexier. We realize that there were very few people in the bus on that day. Other than us there was one more family. In 40 seater bus we were only 5 people in the bus.

We asked the bus conductor which seat to use, he laughed and asked us to use any seat as whole bus is empty. Other family chose the seat in the front of the bus, so we decided to choose one in the back on the suggestion of the wifey. We kept our hand bag and moved in our seats. Wife decided to move to the window seat. She moved first on the seat, meanwhile I started arranging bags. Then I moved on to my seat.

Housewife enjoying massage from a male servant

I am Sanjay, now just turned 34 I am businessman, based in a big capital city, and live alone with my wife. Most of my day is spent at the office, and/or traveling. My wife is a typical house wife, stays at home all day, takes care of our one daughter, and generally handles the social activities and such.

Renu (my wife) and I got married about 7 years ago. Renu was and is a homely girl, grew up in a small town, with a conservative joint family. She is about 5 4”, 38/30/36 or so, 36A boob size (big firm white tits) and big dark brown nipples. Quite fair, and has long luscious black hair. Shaves her pussy regularly, and has very thick ‘pussy lips’. She is certainly above average in looks, and quite sexy looking. She wears the traditional saree, with blouse and petticoat. An average good looking and sexy Indian Housewife. We live alone in a medium sized city, and my parents live in a different city from us.

For the first 2 years or so after my marriage, Renu and I had a normal sex life. We had sex every day (Except when she mensurating of course), we used to do it in the bedroom, at night or in the morning. Watched a little porn, talked a little dirty, spoke about some sexual fantasies/stories etc. The only remarkable thing was my Wife had a big sexual appetite, she was open to new ideas. Took to oral immediately, and liked watching porn etc. Also sometimes, she would flirt with me during the day when we were in the living room, squeeze my dick, or bare her breasts etc when she was alone, so she was a bit adventurous. We also have daughter after about 3 yrs of marriage, and wife regularly breast feeds her, again not very shyly.

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!

Confessions of an Indian HouseWife - Part 01

I am an Indian housewife, aged 42 now. I wish to narrate a true incident in my life, which happened nearly four years ago. I had all along a very active and satisfying sex life with my husband, but around five years back, a lingering back pain of mine spoilt my sex life completely. Whenever we attempted, my pain used to be unbearable and finally we had to stop that. Although my husband all along tried his best for my treatment and never expressed his sexual frustrations before me, I could guess that he used to feel miserable. So was I.

I consulted a number of doctors. Most of them said that the pain was arthritic in nature and there was no cure for this. At last, I consulted an ayurvedic doctor. He prescribed an herbal medicine and advised me to have an oil massage in my back everyday. He said that I should better get it done by someone who knows massaging fairly well. I liked his advice, but who would do that for me?

We had a boy servant, called Bachchu, who used to work full-time in our house and help me in cooking and other domestic works. He was quite young and if my guess goes right, he must be around twenty then. Bachchu was quite dutiful, efficient and honest and because of these reasons, we liked him. I asked Bachchu if he knew someone who could do the massage for me. Basically, I was looking for a woman to do this job. Bachchu thought for a while and said he didn't know anyone. He suggested that he himself would be able to do this job as he had worked in a massage parlor for a brief duration.

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.