"Go back to sleep, babe, I've got this," I whispered to my wife Amal as I got up, and went to check on our son, Little Omar. Lying in his crib, in his small bedroom, ten and a half meters from our own bedroom, little Omar is awake in the middle of the night and crying, which is not an unusual occurrence. I take my son into my arms and smile at him, rocking h...
Ayesha watched her husband's car speed out the driveway and winced at the screeching noise the wheels made. Leaning her head against the window panel she felt silent tears course down her cheeks. She did love him and wanted to be the ideal wife but the hunger refused to be purged. It was as if there were two people in her warring to take control of her. She...
Beats me where she was from. India, probably, but maybe Sri Lanka or Pakistan or some other country in that region. Maybe she was Turkish or Persian or even Arab, but she sure as shit wasn't Australian and when she realised she'd been caught staring at me, she smiled, revealing a mouth of slightly bucked, very white teeth. I looked away from her and back t...
"Hello, Wendy, how are you doing?" Samuel asked as he looked at the tall, slender, blonde-haired, forty-something friendly woman whose deceptively frail demeanor hid more strength than most people realized. Clad in her blue work shirt and dark pants, Wendy stood at a corner near the Walmart entrance, casually smoking a cigarette in the dark. "Hey, Samuel, I...
Chapter 3 "So, I've never had a hamburger before. It's not bad. Granted, it's a serious guilty pleasure for me, as a devout Hindu and all. Then again, as your slave, I'm here to please you and the gods will just have to understand, won't they?" Satya commented as she ate the cheeseburger that I ordered for her from the cafeteria. "Sorry, I didn't think of...
It was one of those days that most husbands don't look forward to; going shopping with one’s wife and Amit was no exception to the rule. But it was a Saturday in early spring, and moreover they were shortly planning to leave for Goa for their vacation.. While they were on the way to the mall Anita told Amit that she wanted to look for a new swimsuit at a cer...
I am Vivek. I was 34 years and my wife Bina was aged 30 at that time. I worked in a Multi National Company in marketing division. Bina (my wife) was definitely worth a second look. She looked sexy and desirable to any adult male. Her face, figure, smile, gestures and walk were purely feminine. Although she was not village girl, she was conservative in matte...
Thanks for reading this story! We are a happily married Indian couple settled in London. Both of us were brought up in India so our values are more traditional and ethical Indian. Her name is Geeta, she is 28, 5'4, 32B with a well maintained body. She is a traditional Indian wife but enjoy sex sessions with me. Also, she loves to talk dirty and explore some...
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...
I remember my days in College at Mumbai. We would have major parties and I would hit on lots of girls and the young female teachers. But there was always one female. One female on seeing whom I always ended up with a big hard-on. The warden's wife who also was teaching in a nearby school as the English Prof. The warden was one hell of a snooty chap who was f...