Rekha was quite puzzled as she received a string of emails from Amit. He had told her the specific type of lingerie and dress to shop for. He had even mentioned the shops where she would get them. He had also attached pictures in the emails to guide her properly. She was much excited by the whole idea of going shopping. After many orgasms and thinking, Rek...
This story is a continuation of my earlier story with the same title. When I wrote that story, I didn't plan on a series. But,enthused by the response and feedback, I have now written this chapter-2. So, kindly treat the first one as chapter-1. Please read that first, if you have not read it. * We continued our torrid affair for the next couple of days...d...
Rekha gave one final look in the mirror at her shapely figure. Her sleeveless blouse and sari looked stunning on her well maintained body. Like any other day, she was dressed to kill. But tonight, she made double sure that she looked as ravishing as possible. Going to Waseem and Masooma's place was fun. This Pakistani couple lived only a block away from thei...
We spill out of the club in a wash of laughter and Samara stumbles across the parking lot in her red heels, a drunken African goddess. Rekha grabs a fistful of her dreadlocks, wrenches her head back, licks her ebony face and playfully slaps her ass. Pounding dance music, acrid cigarette smoke and the clamor of voices cling to us like ghosts as we dance out i...
The sun was getting ready to settle down for the night and the South-Ex bungalow was glittering in the decorative lightings. In three days time Adity, the beloved daughter of Mr Malhotra was getting married. She was the youngest of the three siblings and was also the most beloved of the family. She was better known as Mini to her friends and family. The ho...
I took a peek inside my own house. I was supposed to be away in Mumbai, closing a deal that would make our future secure - Our means, mine and that of my wife of seven years, Rekha. Instead, I was spying to see if there was any truth in the rumor that she was screwing around with my best friend Anand. Well, to cut a long story short - she was. In the living...
"And how did it go at school today?" I enquired as I handed Sarla my briefcase at the door. Sarla, my tall and slender wife, looked spectacular in green knee length kurta and tight white churidar over her round legs and the large leather wallet that hung around her waist through a long leather strap passing over her left shoulder. I was immediately captiva...
While less spoken Pawan Malhotra was always keeping eyes over Sarla, I was in a state of having continuous erection for Rekha from months. In the movie hall lit by silver screen, desperate Pawan at last pulled Sarla from my arms while Rekha slipped on the seat emptied by Sarla.... ...... It seemed desires could be accepted! ------------------------------...
Old,they say,is Gold. It is often true, in'deed' It all started when my very dear friend Murthy had a stroke. But, let me start at the very beginning. I am Sekhar, a sixty year old successful professional consultant. Murthy, twelve years my senior and a long retired professor has been my dear friend of over forty years. I and my wife Sumana (58) live in o...
Little Recap While less spoken Pawan Malhotra was always keeping eyes over Sarla, I was in a state of having continuous erection for Rekha from months. We all knew there were fires in us. In the movie hall lit by silver screen, desperate Pawan at last pulled Sarla from my arms while Rekha slipped on the seat emptied by Sarla....and we were in pursuits f...