One day at work, Arup's personal inbox pinged. A one line email. - Are you mad at me? He looked up at Rasika. Their eyes met. He looked away and typed a one line reply. - Why would I be mad at you? Her reply came almost ten minutes later. - Trust me, I didn't really have a choice that weekend. His friends were in town from the US. It's been a packed cal...
Bela and Shyam's "secret" affair unfolded in front of my eyes over the next few weeks as I watched the footage from the cameras on my computer screen. Either in real time or recordings. Bela and I didn't talk about it regularly given her laconic nature, but once in a while if I missed something or wanted to know what was going on in her mind, she would provi...
Prologue: This is the story of Divya, a typical Indian woman whose life changed rapidly and in unimaginable ways within a couple of years. Let me start at the beginning. Divya was born in a small town in Madhya Pradesh in a conservative middle class household. From childhood, Divya was recognized as very good looking. She was fair-skinned, had thick straig...
Neeti held the wad of cash in her hand as we cuddled. I gently stroked her big tits. Even my gentle stroking made her sigh a little, reminding me just how intensely my wife had just gotten fucked by the farm hand. She sure smelled like it. I could sense the familiar scent of my wife's sweat, but it was multiplied by a magnitude of a thousand. She must have...
Arup was having his usual pre-work cigarette outside the gate. He was with Mahesh for a change, who wanted to discuss some work issues with him urgently. During their discussions, out of the corner of his eye, Arup noticed a woman drive in on a moped. She had a helmet on and was wearing a salwar kameez. It's only when she took the helmet off that he jerked h...
Half an hour later, the party had started dispersing and the guests started to leave. Mayank told Divya the rehearsed lie about having to go to the lawyer's office in Dallas. Divya didn't say anything to Mayank but in her mind, she thought about whether this was something engineered by Bashir to take a chance at her. In fact, she was sure of it. Musa then d...
"You have good technique, papi." Lola casually complimented me as her fingers stroked Neeti's neck. I smiled and bent over to kiss the buxom Mexican whore even as I kept pounding my wife's cunt. We had fucked so many times over the almost two decades we had been together. But this seemed very different and novel. Not only did we have an audience, but it was...
Divya's newfound assertiveness and her will to try and lead a decent traditional married life started serving her well. She had effectively neutralized the hold Jose had over her. The job did mean a lot to Jose, so after that time she destroyed his phone, he decided to abandon or at least suspend his plans to bed Divya again. He taught her driving, without...
"Should I get you another tequila sunrise?" I asked my wife Neeti after finishing my drink. She looked up from the inflatable mat on which she was floating in the Mexican gulf resort pool. She first looked at me. And then at the bar. And then said, "I'll go, Abhi." I smiled as I watched my wife slide her shapely body off the mat and start swimming to the...
"Unh Unh Unh Unh!!" The moans rang out in my ears. Because they were uttered right next to my ear. The enthusiastic Anna was riding me like a bronco on that small couch, making it creak. And with her cunt muscles, was tightly clasping and unclasping my dick with an expertise I admired. This was easily the best sex of my life, and within a few minutes, I was...