"So how was my dear husband, this time?" I asked my best friend Irena. "Fucking great!" she answered. "In every sense! How did you enjoy my husband?" "Bloody marvellous!" I said. "As always, of course." I'm Nisha and Irena is my best friend. We make quite a contrast. I am a typical Indian girl (though I was born in England and my parents were born in Ugan...
Sweat coated my forehead as the sun burned high above. Being a Brit abroad, I wanted to be shirtless with a cold beer, but was instead forced to wear a dark funeral suit with black tie. It was the first time I had visited the small Island paradise that my wife of seven years grew up on. I had wanted to come earlier but my wife had always had reasons not to g...
Mountain Resort 4 Epilogue Peter, the very powerful English CEO, had business meetings in New Delhi with several government officials. As on many previous occasions, he was invited in prince Kyrhan's lush palace off the city. His wife, Linda, who had recently been renamed Leena, a more Indian sounding name, was also in the country. She was heavily pregnant...
I was cruising through the Lit. Discussion Forum when I ran across a post by Skip. He mentioned that he would like to see a story about his wife getting laid by somebody else, but he didn't have the confidence to try it himself. He said he would supply an outline of some of his suspicions about his wife and hope that an experienced writer could make an inter...
I I was interviewing from Pittsburg with a forgettable company, and at night I was on a train to Baltimore. The weather was dark, wet, foggy, and cold. And I was dark, wet, foggy and cold, and miserable. The interview had been a bust and flights out of Pittsburg were cancelled so my choice was to spend the night in the armpit of America or try to get a flig...
Danielle found herself unceremoniously layered in Indian styled women's clothing and bundled into the back of a waiting car driven by a young man who didn't look at either her or her two companions. After thirty minutes of driving through winding back streets and alleys, the car pulled up outside a line of ramshackle houses. Not a word had been spoken duri...
I woke up the next morning with a slight hangover for sure, drenched in sweat from the mass of bodies pressed together, their slick flesh against my own skin. I was in a desperate need to piss, so I had to slightly nudge the body resting on top of me, that of my ex-girlfriend Sherry, which regrettably disturbed her slumber. Well, I thought that it was unfort...
We are Indian couple from Bengal. Married for 20 years. Our kids are studying in Singapore. I am 50 and my wife Ritu is 43. She is average looking, But she has asses and tits quite big to draw the attention of males. Being from middle class family, she is a bit puritan about sex and very shy. As a couple our sex life was turning stale. About two years back...
Hey you! Yes you. Out there wearing your sister's panties and typing with one hand. I can see you. I wanna fuck your wife, your mom, your best friend and your boss - but to be fair, you can do mine too. Tell me all about yours and me and the rest of the guys here will tell you what we're going to do with them (or what we've already been up to with them that...
I was buried deep inside Rich's fine, hot ass while Sherry spoke to Sanjay on the phone, and I was more than a little amused at how Sherry seemed to get wetter as she told him enough to lure him into her honey trap. I was even more delighted as Sherry sought to sit down and Brit offered her own face as a stool. There was my now ... and once again, Anglo-Indi...