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 மண்டபத்தை சுற்றிலுமிருந்த பெண்கள் ஒருவரையொருவர் அனைத்துக்கொண்டும் கொங்கைகளை தடவிக்கொண்டுமிருக்க மெல்ல தண்டாயுதத்தை தடவினான். அடுத்த வினாடி அவனது இரண்டு கைகளையும் இரு பெண்கள் பிடித்துக்கொண்டு ஆசனத்தின் இரண்டு பக்கங்களிலும் அமர்ந்தார்கள். அவன் கையை இருவரின் இடையையும் சுற்றிக்கொண்டு புஜங்கள் மீது சாய்ந்து " வீரரே.! உங்கள் கையால் தொடாதீர்கள் என்று

இடம்: காஞ்சி மாநகரத்தை அடுத்த காட்டு பகுதி. [கி.பி. 1211]ஒரே சீராக புரவியை செலுத்திக்கொண்டிருந்த கருணாகரனின் கண்கள் பாதையில் நிலைத்திருந்தாலும் உள்ளம் மட்டும் ஆழந்த சிந்தனையிலிருந்தது. அந்த சிந்தனையின் காரணமாக அவனது வாலிப முகத்தில் ஏற்பட்ட கவலை ரேகைகளுக்கு காரணம் இல்லாமலில்லை. தஞ்சையை ஆண்டுவந்த ராஜ குலோத்துங்க சோழனின் இரண்டாம் தலை நகரமாக இருந்த காஞ்சிமாநகரை மேலை

It was not their fault that they were spotted by him while pleasuring themselves shamelessly. Nor was it his fault – he had not planned on spying on the young housewife that was his tenant.Either way, as Narain slowly climbed down the metal stairway he saw and was transfixed by the sight of Shanthi, his tenant's young wife, pinching her own nipples and mauling her breasts while a woman had her head busy between the her legs.He was over 70 years and he had cursed his luck for having to climb to the third floor to where the water tanks were. There was no place left to dry his clothes and no one to help him either. He had slowly climbed one step at a time, hung out his clothes to dry and was climbing down, wrapped in only a thin bathing towel.Since few ever came to the rooftop and still fewer climbed that metal ladder to the third roof, the women had thought themselves safe from discovery so long as the room door was shut.But the elevation of the stairway allowed Narain a full view

It was about 9 pm on a Saturday night when Yashodhara and I drove up to a large house on the outskirts of the Midwestern town we lived in. The house was decked up in lights with several Chinese lanterns hanging from it. There was a big group of children to one side of the house, setting off fireworks. Watching them, sat half a dozen or so Indian women decked up in expensive looking silk saris and jewelry. I parked the car in between two others, and Yashodhara and I, taking a couple of plastic bags, walked to the front door."Happy Diwali!" a middle aged lady who was standing by the door greeted us."Happy Diwali to you too!" Yashodhara and I replied. And immediately, the air was filled with sounds of bursting fire crackers. When the sound subsided half a minute later, the lady said."Feels just like Diwali back home in India doesn't it, with this cacophony?""Sure does! I am surprised the neighbors haven't complained to the cops." I said."I was wondering about it too, but apparently,

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 meShe 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

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,

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

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My name is Nithin. This is an incident occurred when I visited a theatre with my wife Soundarya during our honeymoon trip in Kerala -- Gods own country!  A place blessed with beauty dazzled our views. My wife wore a silk skirt and T-shirt. I did not approve of it, however being the second week of our marriage I did not argue. I donned jeans to match her style. When people stare at my wife, it makes me uneasy and my wife being voluptuous only made matters worse. Her boobs jiggled as she walked even though she wore tight bra. Her ass was a carved piece on which the skirt made a second skin. It was with great effort during our honeymoon I got permission to go out alone with my wife. People did not seem to realize we needed privacy. Wherever we went aunties, uncles or their children followed us. Therefore, this time I told it was an official visit. My wife did not seem to mind the guest; in fact, she was happy to have all of them around her. She was surprised to see us go to a

The shrill morning alarm sent unruly bolts and waves into Manya's body as she stirred, opened her deep eyes and cast a sleepy glance towards the place next to her. Her eyes met with the not so inspiring sight of her still snoring husband Desh, cuddled up like an insecure child, his breath carrying the odour of liquor and his chest heaving in monotonous regularity. The 36 year old housewife sighed and shifted her full frame slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a thin white blouse without a bra and a loosely tied petticoat which settled about six inches below her deep navel, she dragged her voluptuous body out of bed towards the bathroom, pausing for a moment to look at herself in the mirror on the way. She looked disheveled and two buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned as usual. Her brownish black areola stared right out of her thin blouse and this morning the ends were sharp and pointed, indicative of her bodily need for a full blooded fuck.Almost involuntarily her