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The morning after our conversation about opening up our marriage, I tried to laugh it off as just dirty pillow talk. Sex talk at night, when you are horny, is a very different situation than in the cold harsh light of the morning.I have watched my wife enveloped in the throes of an orgasm with another man between her legs - twice. It was a sight to savour as Vidya uninhibitedly enjoyed the pleasure that only a large penis could give her, and I couldn't. I still get hard thinking about Ramu's huge dark rod invading her fair pussy. It's a spectacle to see Vidya, unrestrained, enjoying raw sex, even if that was with another man.Jealousy was also the other primary reaction. It is definitely not easy to remain without emotions when you see your wife being pounded by another man and her face betrays the fact that's she's getting satisfaction from another penis. The only thing that kept me going through those affairs was that I loved Vidya more than anything in the world and I wanted to see

My name is Rajesh and I am married to my sweetheart Vidya. Soon (in just over a month), we would be celebrating our third wedding anniversary. It was past 10.30 at night, and Vidya was lying on the bed reading, and I was working on my laptop on a project."Oh my fat husband," Vidya called out from the bed. "Leave your laptop and come here. I need you to lick me, and then to fuck me. My pussy is tingling tonight."That was one great thing, amongst many great things, I loved about Vidya. Sex with her was very efficient. She was explicit and blunt about her needs. A nymphomaniac by nature, she would tell you exactly what she wanted to you do – no hunting around for "subtle hints"."Yes, darling."Obediently, I shut my laptop and stood up. Walking over and standing beside the bed, to her left, I started to undress. My shirt came off first, followed by my watch. I then reached down and unbuckled the belt. Rolling down my jeans to my ankles, I stepped out of my pants. Vidya caught hold of the

My name is Rajesh Mathur and I was in deep trouble at work.I was making ends meet, but barely. I work at a large family owned Indian company on the outskirts of Pune that manufactures electronics for security systems. I had recently been made permanent, and given a raise for my 4 years of hard work as an engineer, and immediately after that I had purchased a large house and a bigger car. I knew I was stretched financially with the mortgage and a car loan, but as long as I was employed, I was fine.My company had recently gone global, with offices in Korea and Sri Lanka, and I had worked my way up the corporate ladder and was a valued engineer, so I didn't realize my job would ever be in jeopardy. Now, suddenly, I was in danger of losing my house, my car, everything!It was my asshole of a boss, Gaurav. We were working on a project and Gaurav was the project lead. He was also the Vice President of the company, and he had made a series of bad deals with a foreign collaborator. Parts were

"இங்க பாருங்க மிஸ். முனியம்மா, இனிமே ஆபீஸுக்கு வரதா இருந்தா ஒழுங்கு மரியாதையா துணி உடுத்திட்டு வாங்க. இப்படி அரையும் குறையுமா வந்தா, அடுத்த நாளே வீட்டுக்கு போகவேண்டியிருக்கும்" என்று காட்டுக் கூச்சலாய் கத்தியவனை எதோ வேற்று கிரகத்து மிருகத்தை பார்ப்பவள் போல பார்த்துவிட்டுச் சென்றாள் அஸிஸ்டண்ட் அக்கவுண்டண்ட் முனியம்மா.சத்தம் கேட்டு ஓடிவந்தார் சீஃப் அக்கவுண்டண்ட்

"Are we all set for India, Gopal?" Neetu asked me, as I climbed into bed beside her. My sexy wife was wearing a small low-cut pink nightie, giving me ample view of her generous bouncing cleavage."Yes, dear." I grabbed hold of her by the hips, throwing my arms around her, and we kissed passionately.SMOOCH!"My goodness, you are one horny hubby tonight." Neetu giggled, as I untied the sash that held her nightie together. The robe flew open partially, letting loose her big boobs."Your panties need to come off too, my dear." I told her, reaching for her underwear. My hands rested on her ass as I squeezed the flesh there. "Damn Neetu! You are one sexy spunky wife. I am so lucky to have you!"Neetu gave me a lovely smile."And I am lucky to have you, Gopal, my dear hubby!"SMOOCH!We kissed again for some time, even as I rolled off her panties. She wasn't wearing a bra, so only the nightie had remained."Darling." Neetu hooked her hands on my shorts. Very expertly she rolled down my pants, and

"Honey! Babe! Darling!" My wife Neetu looked at me with her beautiful big eyes wide open. Her face indicated she was serious. Even though we were now in bed, and the lamp was still turned on, and I could see a curious look in her eyes."Yes, dear?" I tried to smile."There's something bugging you." Neetu snuggled closer to me. "All day long I have noticed it. Now that Sahil is asleep, you can tell me what is on your mind."She pressed her lips against my cheeks and then my lips, kissing me hard.SMOOCH!"Ah... nothing, darling." I lied. I knew I would have to talk about this sooner or later but right at that moment I didn't want to. Neetu, however, wasn't going to back down.SMOOCH!"There IS something." She said, kissing me again. My wife was now rubbing her whole body against me, and her left hand had already made its way inside my boxers. My nuts were now in her hands, her fingers deftly stroking my rapidly hardening manhood."My love! It's nothing really." I tried to reason, but Neetu

I made my way sneakily downstairs towards the servants' quarters, careful not to make any noise. Just like for the past four months, it was something I now found myself doing repeatedly more or less every other night, much to my shame and chagrin. As I approached our man servant Bhola's bedroom, the noises that were coming from behind the door was getting louder and louder.I began to blush, both with shame and humiliation, but also with distinct arousal. An arousal that I could not explain, but also could not deny, as my penis started to harden. The shame and humiliation, of course, was because of what was happening behind that door. I carefully knelt by the door, swallowed, and put an ear to the keyhole.Creak! Squeak!Creak! Squeak!The noises were loud now, and very audible. The old bed in Bhola's room was rocking back and forth, squeaking and its hinges creaking. My servant Bhola was having loud, unbridled, raw, passionate sex, and I could hear his naked skin slapping against someone

My name is Fateh. I am a fifty-two-year-old poor Indian man who drives a rickshaw for a living.You may have read the stories involving my buxom wife Narges, our master Sarun, and I in the series "The Rickshaw Driver's Wife". Yes, I am that Rickshaw Driver, the cuckolded husband, and it is my wife Narges who is the eponymous Rickshaw Driver's Wife.Our master, the young Sarun, wrote the first three chapters of that series. If you haven't read his stories, I suggest you read those chapters before reading this. First of all, not only does he write much better than me, but he completely details how I, and my wife Narges, become his slaves, and how he ends up pretty much fucking my wife at will, in front of me, in my own house, in my own bed. I had a big debt, and Sarun is a very rich man. The moral of my life is that if you don't have the money, don't gamble. You will end up losing everything.Our master Sarun has ordered my wife and I to pen the next couple of chapters. As he explained it

It took me some time to track Narges down. Finally, I got the name of a village where she is supposedly staying now. Looking it up on the map, I realized it was about half a day's bus journey away and there was only one bus that went near that village. I would have to take the afternoon bus from Kolkata which would reach a nearby city in the evening. From the bus station there, I would have to be lucky to find a rickshaw to her village -- and hopefully her house. And if I was unlucky that she wasn't there anymore, well, then I would have to find some way back.One day, after tying up some business in Kolkata, I took the afternoon bus. It was a long and tiring ride, but finally we reached the city that was closest to Narges's village. All along I wondered how Narges would look like now. I was now thirty, so she would now be thirty two. Would she still be chubby and attractive and have a fantastic rack that I had loved to lick? Would she remember me, how she had caught me peeking at her

I tried to sleep, but it was tough, knowing what was happening the room next door. Even around 3 in the morning, when my eyes suddenly opened, and I listened in, I heard another person come in to my wife's room.I heard a zipper being pulled down.SLAP!"Be a good girl and open your mouth."I heard my wife whimper, but she did as she was told.A week had gone by and true to his word, Bheem had released Poonam back to the crew. This time, the crew did not do any taking of turns with her. They had all mutually decided, behind their captain's back, that Poonam was now going to be a free for all.The next couple of days were days of pure torture for Poonam.The men had their way with her all day and all night during their "breaks". Every other hour, they would come in, either alone or in pairs, and do as their heart pleased with my wife. I wasn't available in my room to hear the details, but I would know it later. Throughout the day, my wife was fucked hard, made to suck their dicks, her boobs