Tag: cheating wife

I watched the screen, mesmerized. Not only was I alone in my office cabin, but it was lunch hour, and there was no one else on the whole floor -- all the workers had gone for the typical super long Friday lunch. I watched my monitor, with the sound quite low, watching my own house. Or rather, this was the camera in my living room. I was watching what was happening live.Pinned against one wall of the living room was my tall, buxom wife Vidya. Her bright red sari was on the floor in a heap, crumpled. As was her petticoat, lying at her ankles. Her blouse was open. She was not wearing a bra, and her big, full, heavy breasts were helplessly bouncing around, her nipples firm and erect. My attention was drawn to her milky white calves, and the bright red thong that she was wearing. Her fair body glistened in the afternoon light filtering through the windows, and her jet black hair was loose, and fell to shoulders and reached to her waist. She was a sight to behold -- a glimpse of water in a

The world can be so small. If you are not careful, who you can hurt today can easily come back to hurt you tomorrow. I was reminded of this fact personally over the last few months. I guess I better start at the beginning."I don't like that man." My wife Vidya told me as we entered our gated community.I turned to look back at the guard she was pointing out to me.Vidya and I had just returned from a walk. The complex where we had our house, in the outskirts of Pune, was next to a small ravine with a small river below. There was a big sandy area on the banks of that river, which was popular with many of my neighbours. It was busy on the weekends, but during the work week it was hardly occupied. I had a day off, so Vidya packed a picnic lunch and we had an enjoyable couple of hours enjoying each other's company. We held hands, stole kisses, and had a great time. However, since the ravine was outside the gated community, we had to exit our complex whenever we visited, and then reenter on

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