Saturday, 6 February 2016

Sexy Milky Sisters

Donna was dashing around her apartment pulling herself to together for her big date. As she ran from room to room fixing her hair, putting on her carefully selected outfit, her older sister Bonnie stood holding Donna's six-month old baby boy. 

"You have my cell number. Try not to call, but call if you have to," Donna said as she flew from the bathroom to her bedroom closet. 

"Okay," said Bonnie as she jiggled the baby and cooed at his smiling face.

"I should be home by eleven. But who knows, I might get lucky!" Donna made a face and continued, "But even if I do, I'll be home for the two o'clock feeding. 

Donna was pulling on a pair of spike heels, "fuck me heels", Bonnie thought. Donna stood in front of the full-length mirror regarding her now-finished outfit and her figure, which was rapidly regaining its former hour-glass shape. Her hectic schedule of work and childcare had slimmed her down to nearly her pre-pregnancy weight. True, her hips were a little rounder and her waist wasn't quite as trim as it had been. But her vastly increased bustline made her waist seem tiny by comparison. Bonnie was inspecting her little sister's figure too. Bonnie was a little shorter than Donna, and rounder. She always had been. While Donna's bustline had ballooned with pregnancy and breastfeeding, Bonnie's had always been very full. Bonnie had an almost exaggerated hour-glass figure. Bonnie wondered whose boobs were actually bigger. 

But her idle musing was cut short as Donna suddenly panicked over not being able to find her keys. When she finally located them, still in her apartment door lock, she grabbed her purse and was out the door. Right on cue, little Sammy started to cry. Bonnie walked him around the apartment and to his little room. She tried to amuse him with little sing-songs and his favorite toys, many of which she had given him. But Sammy was still fussing. She decided he must be hungry. She walked to the fridge where Donna had said she would find a bottle of milk she had pumped earlier in the day. 

Cuckold Indian Hotwife First Adventure

This is a true story. This is the story of the first cuckolding experience in my life (which was 100% provoked by my husband!). This will tell you how I became a “hotwife”, as you may call it. I’m a 37 year old married woman from Kolkata, India. I’m married for last 16+ years & I have 2 kids too. I’m quite fare, beautiful, attractive and I look much younger than my actual age. I think I’m a bit voluptuous. But, my husband says there is more of me to love. And, I know guys love everything about me. I have 36D firm ****, 30” waist & 38” jumbo buttocks. I have large, dark brown, succulent nipples. I have sexy hazel eyes and dense shining hair like a fairy queen. People always told me that I have a very hot, seductive body & an angel-like innocent face. I know why all men considered me as treat for their eyes, ever since I became 19-20. And I always cherished & relished being watched, ogled & longed by those lusty eyes. But, I have been a good girl throughout:-)

When I got married I assumed that for the rest of life I would be with only one man - my husband. For many years it was this way and we enjoyed a normal yet boring married life. We had flirted with the idea of bringing in a third person to spice up our sex a bit and explore swinging, but it never really amounted to anything.

During February 2007, when I shifted to a new city (named Bhubaneswar) something incredible happened, which changed my life forever. After about 11 years of blissful marriage, my husband decided that we should bring in some other person in our bedroom to take our sexual exploration to the next level. Obviously, I was completely against bringing in another woman because I was not sure how I would feel seeing my husband buried deep inside another woman. To my utter surprise, my husband looked happy about my decision and immediately suggested bringing home another man instead! I had never even thought of this as an option figuring that my husband would be equally as uncomfortable seeing another man **** me as I would be seeing him **** another woman. I was totally surprised by this suggestion and was not very comfortable with the idea of sharing my body with someone else. We talked about it for a while and I told him I wanted to think about it. After a few days I was warming up to the idea and eventually decided that I would sacrifice my body to another man to please my husband. I told we could do it and that if he could find a willing suitor I would allow myself to be taken.

I Love Being Spanked By My Wife

Enjoying Breastfeeding To Old Age Uncle 


Since my baby was born eight months ago at the age of 23 years and 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 **** 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.

Anyway, there I was feeling frustrated when my next door Uncle called on me one morning. This Uncle was my Mother's cousin brother. He was 56 years old. He's a decent bloke and, while we chatted, I couldn't help but notice that he was fascinated by my breasts. He seemed unable to keep his eyes off them. I suppose I couldn't really blame him as my nipples were firm and showing through my thin t-shirt..I also hadn't realized that my nipples were slightly leaking milk and there were two damp patches on my t-shirt. When I glanced down I eventually saw this and felt embarrassed. I mumbled something about having too much milk. He looked at me and said, "Lucky baby."

Indian Wife and Her College Friend

We're Varun and Shriya, a married couple living in the USA. We're originally from Chennai, India. Shriya is a typical tamil Brahmin girl: very fair and very curvy, with fat in all the right places. Though she comes from a conservative family, she is very modern in her outlook and is dynamite in bed. She has lots of values, and I knew she would never cheat on me.

One day she told me that a friend of hers was coming to our city for some work, and asked whether he could stay with us during that time. We did have a spare bedroom that wasn't getting used, so that presented no problem for us. When I asked who the friend was, she told me it was Sriram. He was her friend from college and I knew he had a crush on her. They were very close, even though she had said no when he had proposed. 

Now hearing that this was the guy, I was a little apprehensive. This must have shown on my face, because Shriya asked me if I was thinking about the old college stuff. She said all that is ancient history and that they actually hadn't talked in some time. This settled me and I said sure, let him come.

So the day came when he arrived. Unlike me, he had obviously kept himself in shape. With a beard, he was pulling off the rugged look quite well. His tight tee shirt accentuated his muscles. We exchanged pleasantries and sat down, talking while Shriya went to get us coffee. Shriya had dressed nicely since she knew he was coming. She had on a semi transparent saree with a low neck blouse. I saw his eyes follow her as she walked away.

The Cuckold Life

Priyanka Kulkarni opened her web cam and also accepted the invitation from Zoheb Khan to see his web cam. She had been chatting with Zoheb on Yahoo messenger for quite some time and had finally accepted to show herself on the webcam after lot of requests from Zoheb. Priyanka's husband Amol was sitting beside her and watched nervously as his wife chatted with Zoheb. He was the one who had started it all and was wondering if this was in control now.

Amol was 28 and Priyanka was 22. They both worked in Software and lived in Mumbai. Right from initial days of their marriage, Amol had fantasy of being cuckolded by his wife with some other man. He had shared this fantasy with Priyanka and initially Priyanka had just laughed it off. But when Amol kept harping on it, finally she had agreed to give it a chance. Amol had chatted with various men in Yahoo messenger public chat rooms and finally had struck up friendship with Zoheb. 

Zoheb was a businessman and he lived in Powai. He was 34 and a divorcee. He was quite rich and handsome in every way. Initially Amol had chatted with Zoheb for some time. And after lot of convincing on her husband's part, Priyanka had started to chat with Zoheb. They had chatted for some time now.

Initially they had just chatted but soon they started talking on the voice call facility of Yahoo Messenger. Initially their talk had been mostly platonic and there was no mention of her husband's fantasy. But Priyanka knew that someday there would be mention of that. That was the whole point behind the talk in the first place. But she was hoping that Zoheb would bring the subject rather than her.

"So Priyanka, how are you?" She could see on the web cam that Zoheb was sitting on the bed.

Sunday, 24 January 2016

Megan's Milk and More

Megan was brushing her brown hair as she prepared to head out to the mall. It was one of her friends' birthdays soon and she needed to buy her a gift. 

Megan is a young lady, now 21, living with her older sister, her husband John, and their baby Bradley. She had always been self-conscious about her body and appearance as she was not blonde like her older sister and was not blessed with large enough breasts to compare to her. She was filling in the right places though due to her many visits to the gym, and thanks to John, her lactating breasts had gone from a B cup from when they met, to a D. 

She had the past of having found John hot when they first met and wondered about his and her older sister's sex life. Little did she know that upon sneaking in a peek at them one night, that they were an adult nursing couple. She watched lustfully through the ajar opening of their bedroom door as John slurped and suckled Madison's large breasts and pink nipples. It moistened her womanhood and made her own nipples erect just watching, until of course her noises at the door revealed her clandestine watching. 

After some time of being fully interested and involved with their play, she convinced John that she wanted to give him what her older sister was giving him too, so they induced. John would suckle Megan 3 times a day and along with her bra size increase came her natural nectar of nourishment. After some time, she realized that she had to cool down with John as she almost got a pregnancy scare after them fucking unproctected after one nursing session. 

My Indian Maid Arrives in Delhi

It was almost eight months since Sunita had arrived in the capital on New Year's Eve. She had been staying with her cousin Ram and his wife Anu in their two bedrooms flat, having taken a while to get used to the luxury of her 'own' room. The city itself had been an amazing experience for her; the crowds, the traffic, the hustle and bustle of everyday living, the shops, the sights, the many acquaintances and friends that could be made, the beggars, the entrepreneurs, the vendors, the very life. 

Delhi, in Sunita's mind, was a living thriving 5000 year old city whose origins could be tracked back to the ancient Indian text of The Mahabharata. She had soaked in this cultural, and almost religious, significance absorbing the history and culture at a scale so vast and so grand. She was always glad about having left the village to come out into the world. She spent the first few weeks travelling all over the city, taking public transport buses to the Red Fort in Old Delhi, the Qutab Minar at the southern end; she walked along the tree lined avenues of residential locations surrounding Lutyen's Delhi and down Raj Path where the Republic Day parade took place every January; she took the Metro to a station near one of the posh suburbs in South Delhi and walked along the service lanes; she visited markets in places like Connaught Circus and Karol Bagh, saw street vendors sitting outside air-conditioned shops in Lajpat Nagar and Sarojini Nagar; stared out of the window when the buses drove past grand Five Star luxury hotels like the Taj and the Maurya; walked down the chaotic Pahargunj labyrinths opposite the main railway station; she had lived through the winter and the summer and the monsoon already. 

But very soon after Sunita's arrival, her sense of responsibility goaded her towards the need to find a job, however small, so she could contribute to the household expenses; Ram and Anu had been very hospitable and generous, never once mentioning the obvious financial burden that she must have added to. Initially she tried to help out at Ram's motorcycle repair shop just below their rooms but realised she wasn't being of much assistance beyond bringing glasses of tea for some of Ram's friends who visited or came to get their bikes fixed. She asked around some of the neighbouring shops if they needed an extra hand but none of them were willing to pay for help, least of all a woman who wouldn't be able to do any menial or physical work. She tried to take tuitions for school going children but their parents couldn't really afford to pay. 

Two Couples Swapping

"Have you ever considered having sex with someone, while your partner has sex with someone else in the same room?"

This was a question which had been asked by a couple that we had been friendly with for a number of years. Once I had replied, the conversation seemed to end. Three of us were about the same age, with only my husband being older. Knowing how my craving for sex and the need to experiment over the past few years had increased, I could only think that they were now experiencing the same need. 

It would take another few months before we saw them again. 

We invited them over for dinner and as I wanted to know some answers, I slipped a little cannabis oil into the food. It worked. The four of us were seated across from one another at the table and while we ate dessert, I asked them what had being on my mind over the past few months.

"So, did you guys ever get to swop partners yet?" I asked.

"Not yet," Rob answered, looking at Sarah.

"We are still discussing it," Sarah said, beginning to blush.

"We are the same. When we do it, I want the guy to cum inside of me, which means that we need to know that he is free of any STDs and I need to be on the pill, or he needs to have had a vasectomy," I said.

"Which limits our candidates," Steve added.

Tuesday, 24 November 2015

Rupali and Suva Enjoying Lesbian Sex

Rupali and Suva were living in as neighbours with their familys in Jaipur. Suva was good at heart and very friendly so Rupali liked her. Suva used to tie rakhi to Rupali husband and Rupali used to tie rakhi Suvas husband Although Suva was in early thirties and Rupali was also of same age as Rupali, Suva used to call her bhabhi.

Suva had 3 children and Rupali also had three children and all of them were in same school nearby. Both familys were a middle class. Rupali was fair and well built and had fairly large round breasts where as Suvas was also fair and healthy but her breasts were smaller and perky type.

Both were good friends and used to visit each others house every day and exchanged food items and other things daily . Suva always noticed Rupali ample breasts and used to feel jealousy of her breasts and her large cleavage which was visible always to Suva.

She used to tease Rupali jokingly frequently about her breasts in bhabhi nanad manner and she used to try to touch them sometimes because she was also attracted to them. One day they were to visit someone in another distant area of their city. So Suva got ready and went to Rupali house and found she is not still ready.

Wednesday, 11 November 2015

The Challenge

Ellen and David were going to a Swinger's party. They sat in the well-appointed mini-bus with seven other couples. This was only their third Swinger's party so butterflies were swarming in Ellen's stomach. David noted her nervousness and reassured her.

"Remember the last party?" he asked. "You didn't think you could do the things you did then!" he taunted.

"You enjoyed it." She rejoined.

"I did." He admitted. "It was certainly interesting to watch you. But then that was always one of my fantasies."

"So have you fulfilled all of your fantasies then?" she asked teasingly.

"Well there is one very special fantasy that we haven't done yet." He admitted.

"Oh?" she queried.

"You remember how we talked of you accidentally getting pregnant if we participated in this scene?" he reminded her.

"You want me to get pregnant!?" she asked, surprised.

"Not really," he admitted. "But taking the chance would be interesting."

"That's not something I could do deliberately." She replied.

"I know. And I'm not sure I would feel comfortable asking you to do that deliberately. But accidents happen even if we do use condoms." He replied. "And this is a 'Bareback' club were everyone is screened for STD's"

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