Category: Adult Story

Asha was newly married to Rajesh Sinha, a young businessman who owned an auto-parts factory on the outskirts of Delhi. They lived in a sprawling bungalow with Rajesh's parents, having just returned from their honeymoon. Asha, a voluptuous woman, had been a virgin before marriage, although she had indulged in heavy petting with a few boys and her house servant. Luckily, before she could go any further, her marriage was arranged. She was a lusty young woman with a big body, heavy breasts, and a tight arse. She had thoroughly enjoyed her honeymoon and was fucked by her new hubby almost 3-4 times a day. Now, back at her new house, she was slowly trying to adjust to her role as a housewife.Being an extremely sexed and sexy person, she was the target of all the male friends, relatives, and servants in her new environment. Some women lusted after her too. Asha loved the attention she was getting, and sex was constantly on her mind. Her husband, Rajesh, had to look after his business and was

The heavy, pouring rain came down in sheets making visibility almost impossible. Wayne struggled to see out the window of his Jeep Cherokee. His mother, Krista sat in the other bucket seat peering out through the suffocating deluge of water. Every few moments, Krista turned and looked out the rear window for a few seconds before looking back to the front."I hope that they are okay," she mumbled."Oh, they'll be fine," Wayne told her, hoping that he was right.Wayne's whole family was driving up to their cabin in the mountain for a mini-vacation. Tony, Wayne's father, Kim, Krista's sister, and Wayne's little sister, Marie were in the second car somewhere behind them. They had taken both cars because Kim had to return on Tuesday. Wayne, Krista, Tony, and Marie were planning to leave the following Friday.When they had started out earlier that morning, it had been sprinkling, but it had turned into a steady rain before very long. The rain had continued to intensify all morning long turning

It was a dark and stormy night. Rain was coming down in sheets and wind was sweeping it around furiously. Doors and windows were trembling against the onslaught of both air and water; as was Nitin because of the resulting cold.It was a dreadful night. The blanket over him was not thick enough to keep the cold from seeping in and the small electric heater next to his bed was too weak to keep anything warm. There was a certain comfort in the red glow coming from the single heating spring, only to be overshadowed every now and then by the bright lightning.He was counting his heartbeats to keep his attention away from the roaring thunder and to occupy his thoughts with something other than the weather. Even at the age of 22, ferocity of nature was unsettling.Somewhere along the way the cold became even more biting. When his body started to shiver in an effort to instinctively warm itself, he realized that the red glow from the heater was no more. Electricity had gone.He curled himself

I still wake up some nights slick between my thighs, heart hammering, the memory so sharp it feels like it happened yesterday. I was twenty-two then, fresh out of a strict convent college, fair-skinned enough that even a little sun left me flushed pink, body toned and curved in all the ways that made me secretly proud: 34C breasts that sat high and full despite my slim 25-inch waist, hips flaring gently to 33 inches. I knew I turned heads - the way sarees draped over my figure drew lingering stares - but I'd always played the good girl. Until that bus.It was an emergency trip from Goa to Mumbai. No train berths available on short notice, so I booked a luxury overnight 2×2 seater State Transport deluxe coach. I specifically chose a window seat in the second-last row - more privacy, I reasoned, away from the aisle chatter and the driver's occasional glances in the mirror. I wore a soft cream chiffon saree with a matching sleeveless blouse that hugged my breasts just tightly enough to

I am Chithra. I would like to share my experience with you. This happened recently. I am In my early thirties, married still in shape. (My stats are 5 ft 7″ tall, fair and 36C 30 38). I normally wear saree every day and usually prefer to wear it low-hip, exposing the deep navel as it suits my height. I also secretly enjoy the stares & peeks I receive when the pallu drifts a bit, to the side. The incident I am about to narrate, happened in one of my Bus journeys at Chennai. Sometimes when the bus is crowded there will be some strange hand trying to caress my butt, and after a while, sensing the lack of resistance, usually advance the hand to my bare hip. I like this part especially since I am ticklish around my hips & belly and get very excited when caressed there. My courage level usually ends there and I would start showing some resistance and the hand would vanish as fast as it had app eared. One evening , I had to go shopping and return and I had gotten a bit

My name is Rohan and I am from India.This story goes back to eighteen years. I was only eighteen years old then. My mom Sujata was thirty seven years old and I had a sister who was married and was just twenty. My father ran away from the house may be to become a sadhu. I was just fifteen years old then. We have never heard of him till today.My mom was just sixteen when she was married. My sister Anita was born one year after the marriage. I was born two years after that. My father was a very high profile man working as a civil servant. We lived in a small town in Nasik near Mumbai. My mom continued to study even after her marriage because of my father's encouragement. I don't know being a civil servant how he managed to marry my under aged mom. After completing her collage my mom took up a job in a local bank.We lived in a beautiful duplex bungalow. It had a large living room and two bedrooms in the ground floor and two bedrooms on the first floor. We also had a little garden in the

My mother married my father when she was 20 and father was 30. Although there was big age deference between them initially their married life was quite satisfactory. After marriage within a year I was born. Father was working in good company here in Bombay. Father used to leave morning 9:00am and used to return 7:00pm at home. As My mother was housewife she would greet him everyday when he returned from office. We would laugh, chat or play together. We used to go out in the garden, for shopping or for dinner. As far as I remember we were quite happy family until up to two years before. After that everything changed. My father eventually falls in bad friendships. He started drinking and gambling. He started to come late from office. Initially my mother tried to change his new habits and he even listen her some times. But after he started to ignore her. After that peacefulness of our house had shattered. Every other day father would come home drunk and then would quarrel and abusing

It was August. We spent the morning packing the car. Our son, Mike was leaving for college. It was morning but already it was 90 degrees outside. Mike and husband, and I were getting pretty sweaty loading up the car. The trunk was already full and the back seat wouldn't fit much more. Mike went back in the house to get the last of his things. I heard him come out of the house. I turned around and saw him carrying his 42 inch flat screen TV. "Where are you going to put the TV?" I heard his father ask. "I don't know, but I don't want to leave it. Maybe we can move some stuff around in the back seat." I looked in the back seat. "I don't think so, son." Mike looked in the car. "We can put it in the middle of the front seat." "Ok, college man," I said. "Then where is your mom going to sit?" I could see on his face he was trying to come up with a solution. "I got an idea," he said. He opened the passenger side door. He put the TV in the middle. He then got in and sat

Jack pushed the door open with his foot awkwardly and entered his house. Both his hands were occupied; he was carrying with a large plastic bag of disposable diapers in one hand and two bags of groceries precariously balanced in other arm. Jack set the packages on the kitchen table. "Mom?" No answer. He looked in her bedroom, and saw his mother cradling his baby brother. A half-empty plastic bottle was lying near her feet. Both mom and baby were fast asleep. The scene looked so peaceful compared to night before when Bobby kept them both up with his frantic crying. He tried to help by preparing his bottle and bouncing the little guy, but nothing seemed to help. Finally, his mom had told him to go back to sleep because of the Chemistry test he had tomorrow. Under protest he went back to bed while Bobby still wailed. He thought he would have trouble going to sleep but he must have gone out as soon as his head hit the pillow. Jack stood there for a moment in the soft light

I am Rajni. I am 28 yrs old and my statistics are 36/27/38 and I am 5-4". My complexion is fair although not milky white but still fair enough. I have high degree exhibitionist tendencies. I do not lose any opportunity to show myself off to others because I am very proud of my figure. Whereas others are concerned I don't mind exposing to any age group because I firmly believe a male is a male however old he is. He will never miss an opportunity to ogle at some well stacked woman's body, even if she is his distant or sometimes may be even close relative.I have noticed people from the age group of 16-60 leering at my body. Of all the parts of my body, I have noticed that males stare at my buttocks the most. Although I couldn't see it myself but I am told by others including my husband that my ass is the best part of my anatomy. And I feel them to be true whenever I go to market or crowded bus/train I notice people following me wherever I go just to pinch my ass or sometimes maybe