Author's Note: I am writing about events that happened long ago. I write with the benefit of hindsight as well as with the knowledge of Swati's innermost thoughts, feelings and motivations that she has so generously shared with me over the years. I would appreciate receiving readers' feedback. That is a great motivator for an author. *** I've known Swat...
"Swati working this weekend again." Swati shouted back, still brushing her teeth "not this week, I've asked everyone to take rest before the big day next month." My wife of 16 years, Swati is a project manager in a software company. She is often required to work over the week-ends to meet project deadlines. Turning her back to me, she unrolled her sari a...
After reading feedback from a reader that they have a swap club, I was both excited and motivated to contribute our real wife swapping experience for the benefit of literotica readers, especially for the couples. The story has gone little long but I have tried to recollect each and every detail of the experience. Since I have taken special pains I would requ...
My name is Swati and I stay at Delhi. I am 24 year old and work for a small software company. I have small body, I am about 5 inch in height and have a figure to die for. In proper clothes, I always get a lot of stares from men. I was looking out for jobs, being a fresher nobody wanted to hire me. I have been trying since around 3 months without any success....
Swati is a schoolteacher, just like Sunita is. And hardly a couple of days after our marathon at Mina's farmhouse, she called me up from her school in the evening. "Hi May," she greeted me. "I've missed the bus. Could you pick me up?" I could hear noises in the background. I smiled to myself. I mean, how can you be so innocuously simple? Radha's bosom pa...
I still remember the day the Patels moved into the flat next to us. They were a young couple with an infant daughter. Many such young families would move into our apartment complex because it was in a good part of the city, with schools and other amenities around. So such a family moving in wasn't anything special that was worth remembering. But Swati Patel...
Author's Note: I request my readers to send me your feedback and vote. This is very valuable to me *** I hurried home from the hotel, showered, stuffed my toothbrush, shaving kit and a change of clothes in an overnight bag and caught a cab to the MLA's Hostel. It was around seven o'clock in the evening when I reached there. I carried Swati's panties in my...
Clap ... Clap ... Clap-Clap-Clap Clap ... Clap ... Clap-Clap-Clap The characteristic clapping sound that heralds the arrival of the hijras rent the air as dawn was breaking on Navami - the ninth day of the bright fortnight, and effectively the last day of Durga puja. Hijras are a community of third genders - not eunuchs, not transgenders, not homosexuals,...
A/N: I hope you're all doing well. These chapters contain no sex, but there's still quite a bit of action and some plot progression. To any new readers: Hi there! Thank you for checking out this story. I know my first 5/6 chapters aren't the strongest, but if you could find the will to get through them, I think you'll grow to like the story. Trigger w...
A/N: These two chapters have no sex, sorry. I hope ye enjoy them, all the same. Stay safe, and wash your hands! ***** Glossary Acharya: A term used to refer to anyone regarded as a teacher. Agrayodhin: The Champion of the Indian Academy. Bhaiya: A term of endearment and respect which translates to "older brother", but is also used to refer to older...