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I am an Indian and my name is Harish. I am 5'10” and weigh 70kg. I am 41 now. My wife Kamini is 37, 5'6”, weighs 60kg. Both of us are very health conscious and follow a healthy regimen of diet and exercise. This has kept our bodies fit and youthful. Kamini is an extremely beautiful lady. She has a very pretty face that makes her look majestic. She has a great set of tits that are large and heavy. She has a flat tummy and wide hips. She has creamy white blemish less very smooth skin. Men and women stare alike at her whenever she goes out. I feel very lucky to have her as my wife. She is a real Kamini (sex Goddess). We live in New Delhi in India.We were married 13 years ago and our sex life was great. She always was a big titted babe but her breasts became even larger after the birth of our daughter after four years of marriage. Her breasts' mass increased appreciably and looked more beautiful than ever. They became heavier and had a lot of green and blue veins running around on the

"ச்சே. எதுக்குதான் இந்த கல்யாணம் பண்றாங்களோ..?"என்ன கல்யாணமாகி 15 நாள்கூட ஆகாத ஒரு புதுப்பொண்ணு இப்படி சலிச்சிக்கிறாளேனு பாக்குறீங்களா..? பின்ன என்னங்க, "கல்யாணம்"ன்னு பண்றது எதுக்குங்க..? ஒரு ஆணும் பொண்ணும் தாம்பத்ய சுகம் அனுபவிச்சி, சந்தோசமா இருக்கனும்னு தானுங்களே..!! ஆனா அதுவே நடக்கலைன்னா வெறுப்பு வரும்ங்களா, வராதுங்களா நீங்களே சொல்லுங்க..!!ச்சே.. ஆத்திரத்துல என்னை பத்தி

I came home unwontedly one hot midsummer morning, and found my wife fornicating with the servant.They saw me. They didn't stop. Didn't miss a chance. They just went right on fucking, feverish and rabid. They actually seemed to enjoy having me there, the hapless, helplessly watching cuckold, my presence seeming to spur them. Their weep grew louder, lewder and both looked at me as their bodies thrashed and heaved and writhed in that frantic, eager, obscene lust.There was nothing I could do about it. And I realised, to my horror, that finally there was nothing I wanted to do about it. Of course, there was that stunning little pause common in such situations: I froze at the door to the bedroom, my eyes widening, my mind numbing, my heart hammering wildly, a sickening hollow wrenching the pit of my stomach.Vidya lay naked on her back across the width of the bed, her legs spread wide, her knees forked and raised, her back arched, her gorgeous, swollen breasts thrust out, her nipples visibly

After a very stressful week, weekend had finally arrived, we had planned a party for Saturday. Saturday morning Priyanka got dressed wearing her gorgeous black saree with her matching low cut blouse and a white bra under it. She was very beautiful and sexy in that outfit. We had a great party and barbeque with that continued on into Saturday night. There was lots of beer and drinks with plenty of food, dancing and swimming, just a general good time.Must have been about 50 people over that night, people were everywhere. Priyanka my wife loves to socialize and have a good time, and the more she drinks the more she likes to flirt. I'd never really minded all that much; I just made sure to keep a close watch on her so she didn't get herself in trouble. We'd been married about 11 years, she was in her late 30's and beautiful, her figure was modest, with nice but not overly large breast, she had a nice ass and she like to show it off.The guys never objected to her flirting, and some of the

வழக்கம்போல ஞாயித்துக்கிழமை காலை நேரமே எழுந்ததும், பல்துலக்கி காபி குடிச்சிட்டு, டி-ஷர்ட், டிராயருடன் ஜாக்கிங் போனேன். ஒரு 5 கி.மீ. ஜாக்கிங் போய் வர மணி 7 ஆனது. சரி வீடு திரும்பலாமென வீட்டிற்கு வந்தேன். வீடென்றால் ஒரு அபார்ட்மெண்ட்ல, சின்ன பிளாட். அங்கே அண்ணனும் எழுந்து ஹாலில் உக்காந்து பேப்பர் படிச்சிட்டிருந்தான்.நான் வேகமா என் ரூமிற்குள் நுழைய, பெட்டில் என் ஒன்றரை வயசு

My wife Vidya was a smart educated woman. She was a loving wife and good in sex, but shy and traditional when it came to her clothing outside home. Despite being friendly with others, she never flirted or even came close to that with others. She never wore revealing clothes and never allowed anyone to talk anything inappropriate with her, not even mildly adult jokes. So despite being a friendly open person, she was also in way reserved and inhibited with others.But she was quite free with me about sex. We could speak about anything without any reservations. After all we had been married for over 8 years. She was 30 and I was 35. We lived in Mumbai.I work in an IT company and Vidya works in a call center as a receptionist.I did not know how and when it started, but slowly I started getting an urge to see her flirting with other men and slowly that transformed into an urge to see her having sex with another man. I had expressed that to her and she was initially shocked. That was years

"ம். அப்புறம். மேல் வீட்டு அஞ்சலியக்கா வருவாங்க""அவளை என்ன பண்ணனும்?"என் மனைவி திரும்பி என்னை முறைத்தாள். நான் சற்று அடங்கி,"ஏன் இப்படி முறைக்கிற? என்ன பண்ணனும்னுதான கேட்டேன்""அப்படியா கேட்டீங்க? 'அவளை என்ன பண்ணனும்'. என்ன பண்ற மாதிரி உத்தேசம்?""ஏதோ வாய் தவறி வந்துருச்சுடி. என்ன பண்ணனும்னு சொல்லு"அவள் கொஞ்ச நேரம் என்னையே முறைத்துக் கொண்டு இருந்தாள். பின்பு சொன்னாள்."என்னோட

I first realized that I liked sharing my wife, when she told me about how she used to get groped in buses before our marriage. My cock grew rock hard as I listened to her talk about how men massaged her flesh, squeezed and fondled, and sometimes pinched her. I imagined her standing in a crowded bus surrounded by horny men, trying their best to extract pleasure from her body by rubbing themselves against her thighs and ass.I can understand why men would want to touch her. She is 5'4 and weighs 55kgs, very full figured with a delicious 34c rack,28 inch waist and 34 inch hips. She knows how to purposely walk and make all her juicy bits jiggle. Her body is firm, skin is warm and soft, in short, she is sex on legs.I was wild with desire that night, imagining what she had told me in the day, and it was obvious. I had her on her back, with her legs held up against her shoulders, driving as deep as I could, as I imagined strange men playing with my wife's tits and ass. I had my eyes closed,

"ஷமிக்கணும், எனிக்கு இந்நு வய்யா, பின்னே நோக்காம்" என்று புரண்டு படுத்த சங்கரனை பார்த்து எனக்கு பற்றிக்கொண்டு வந்தது.இந்த ஆளுக்கு எப்போதுமே பிரச்சனை. ஆபீஸ், ஆபீஸ் என்று மாதக்கணக்கில் ஊர் சுற்றுவது. அப்புறம் சமயம் கிடைக்கும்போது இப்படி முடியாதென்று கூறிவிட்டு படுத்துக்கொள்வது வெறுப்பாக இருந்தது. மனம் விரகதாபத்தில் ஏங்கியது. நைட் கவுனை தூக்கிக்கொண்டு ப்ளவுஸை

When I got transferred to Mumbai I told my friend to search for a house. As I’m new to the place, I find it difficult to get a good house and finally he took me to his friend who was staying in a two bed room flat. His name was Kishore and he was staying with his wife. He wants to share his flat with known person, so that he can save some money. I also agreed to stay with him and shifted my things to his flat. Kishore told that his wife has gone to her mother’s place, a remote village, for delivery and she will be coming next week. He will be using one bedroom and I will be using one. Kitchen & bathroom will be shared by both of us.Days went on and I got used to the new place. I also like that flat, as many chicks and aunties are staying nearby.One day, Kishore told that his wife is coming that evening and he has to pick her from the railway station. But unfortunately, as he has some very very urgent office meeting, he requested me to go and pick her up. He had given me the