After our sex-filled weekend, Monday rolled along. Carlos had given Ramon a key to his place. So for a couple of days after classes, Ramon and Yashodhara would head to his place, and have sex for a couple of hours before he dropped her home. Carlos was never home, because his job kept him away till late. So it was just her and Ramon. They fucked pretty much...
"Listen...listen." "Hmmmm?" I opened my heavy eyes to the darkness. The bus was hurtling along the bumpy country highway. "I am feeling really cold. Can you get a blanket from the blue handbag?" my wife Niyati whispered, shivering in the ramshackle bus with no heater and poor insulation. "Hmmmm." Groggily, I got up and went to the front of the bus where...
Things were quiet after that. Menaka was sleeping on the chair, curled up. Dara had turned off the lights and was splayed out on the bed like he owned the place. I watched the scene calmly for several minutes until I started feeling sleepy too. It was morning in Manila but I had been up most of the night. I shifted to my bunk bed but before that, I put on m...
I woke up to the sound of my cellphone ringing. With half-open eyes, I reached for it and answered. "Hello?" I said. "Hello Arun, this is Dev." the voice from the other end was that of my Boss. "Yes Dev? Tell me." I said. "Tell you? You tell me!" he sounded annoyed. "Where the hell are you? We are supposed to go on that big sales call together!" "Oh, y...
As the final clip ended, a lot of the pieces of the puzzle fell in place for me. From the moment I saw the emails and started watching the clips with Eric's constant comments for Ramon, I had assumed that Eric had been video-taping everything so he could get back at him. He could show Ramon that he had seduced Yashodhara, the girl he was fucking, and turned...
Here's a new definition of irony. Me, the man whose wife was going around fucking and sucking almost any young man who showed an interest in her, was relishing all the events and not feeling the slightest hint of jealousy, envy or possessiveness. On the other hand, those men who got to ravish my hot wife on whom they had no real claim, all got caught up in t...
I was busy with port work for the next day or two and had to also spend a night with one of my fuck buddies in Manila. So I couldn't really talk to Menaka and get updates. But throughout, I kept thinking about what my wife had been up to. As if her dalliance with one watchman wasn't enough, she had crossed another big boundary by teasing the other guy too. A...
I still remember when it all started. My ship was docked at Rotterdam. I finished my shift, returned to my room, and as was the daily routine, logged into Skype to talk to my wife Menaka back in Mumbai. It was almost midnight there. Menaka was on time as always. We exchanged notes about each other's days, she told me about how our eight year old Ayan had sc...
Preface - This is the Indianization of the basic plot of a story I read many years ago. A big thank you to aurelius1982 who helped me write it up. The story centers around certain events that befall an Indian couple in Las Vegas. First the husband will narrate. And then in part 2, the wife will narrate her side. The two perspectives, as you will notice, are...
Note: This story is an Indianized adaptation of the literotica story 'Kate's Old Man' by Steve English. I have changed the basic details, and the end is significantly different. Full credit to Steve for writing a lovely story that inspired this humble attempt. ***** "Another drink, Urvi darling?" I asked, stroking my wife's half exposed thigh under her ple...