My wife Martha was 30 and I was 32 years old at the time we became involved with the spouse swapping lifestyle. We are an upper middle class couple who live in a well to do suburb of a major metropolitan city. Both Martha and I were raised in upper middle class homes. I have a well-paid management position with a medium sized company in the city. My wife t...
I never had much luck with girls. While growing up in America white girls always seemed to be out of my league and Indian girls always wanted to be just friends. My luck changed when my marriage was arranged with an exquisite beauty in India. Her skin was not too dark not too pale and she was blessed with amazing natural C cups. Her hips gave her the perfect...
This is a continuation of Chapter 2. Please read Chapter 1 and 2 before you go through this. * Manisha had changed and was wearing her sexiest night suit. It was not the skimpiest; she had many that exposed lot more than what they hide. This one was slightly conservative, yet one that revealed the right amount of skin. I had presented this night suit to he...
Hema’s dark life really begins- pleasure is replaced by fear and betrayal… Hema excited the auto driver, who for most of his time was eyeing the dusky slut through the rear view mirror while driving her to the RS Puram office of Tractors Ltd, he was sure she was a high priced whore. He somehow suppressed his inner desire of propositioning to her with rich...
If you followed my previous stories, you will know that both me and my Indian wife Geeta are busy professionals and don't often get time for play dates. We must plan this well in advance, get office leaves and sort out a place where we can meet. Most of you know that my wife is Asian Indian, and I love to share her. I enjoy watching her being aroused by sens...
For the rest of the train journey upto Kolkota, Malavika was very moody. She was very affected by the previous night’s play with Gopal. There was no one near us in the train which was half empty by now. She kept saying, “Vishy, I miss him already. He was gentle and made me feel so nice.” “Gentle?” I pondered as I got a flashback of the night’s wild act and...
"Brothers, I swear this before The Most High, you come for this woman because she's Indian, know that she is my wife, if you want to touch her, you'll have to go through me," Mamadou Kidega said angrily, holding the machete firmly in his right hand as he stepped in front of his pregnant wife Priyanka Chuttani-Kidega, protectively shielding her from Idi Amin'...
Many thanks to techsan for editing this story. It is suggested you read the two previous chapters before reading this chapter. * As you remember from Chapter 2, my wife Emma left me on a Saturday evening to go to what she thought was an innocent dinner with Rolf Ericsson and his friends at the Old Colonel's Mansion. After the dinner she would be introduc...
This story is fantasy, not intended to offend at all, no hidden negative messages to any group of people: it's JUST a fetish. Saying that I'd greatly appreciate feedback, suggestions, comments, prefer private messages as I like to directly communicate with those that send messages. Everyone involved in anything sexual in this story is of the legal age limit...
You won't find much sex in this short tale, readers. But be polite, and read it anyway. Reactions, feedback are important to us struggling writers. ***** I want to share with you an experience I had last year, in summer. I was on one of my regular visits to family. One evening, I went to a very popular restaurant with a girlfriend. It was a fixed price, u...