It was after a long time that the Guptas were giving a party. Their close friends the Sharmas and Mitras would be there. Anita got along very well with the ladies just as her husband Amit got along with their spouses. It was 5 p.m. and time to get dressed. Usually Anita dressed in Indian attires i.e sarees or the far more common salwar kameez. All with slee...
Just to be clear. I was asked what prompted this story and the answer is that this story was prompted by the number of cuckold stories on this site. I thought it might be nice to go the other way. It has taken me a while to build it up, though, so bear with me. It was Tuesday; D-Day for trying to impregnate Anita. I was unquestioningly nervous. I was ve...
CONTINUED FROM "JENOLA AND ANITA CH. 03" Anita and I were so content spooning under the hot water, and still somewhat groggy from all the weed, we fell asleep lying down in the tub. When I woke up, I was still spooning her and she was still in a deep sleep. I looked at Anita's watch and saw that it was 6:56, meaning that we were too late to pick up her car...
Dear Reader, hopefully, you will enjoy my story. If you like this, then please read my others. Although this could be read as a standalone story, it may be easier if you read the previous chapters. I am happy to receive comments and PMs. I welcome constructive criticism. Thanks to Mfan and others for helping proofread ------------------------- Two nigh...
CHAPTER 1 The four attractive females in their early thirties and packed into brief bikinis relaxed on deckchairs on the grass a few feet away from the tile surround of the pool at Blue Ocean Apartments. That name was a misnomer because the nearest ocean was several hundred miles away but everyone agreed it was a distinctive name that went with the distinct...
I would like to thank Kimberly, my VE for her apt editing; without her help my story would not have seen light of the day. ***** Chapter One The first meetings While walking through a not-so-busy street in the semi-darkness of evening, Anita wrapped herself tighter in her sari as cold gusts from the hills made her shiver. She grew up in small town locat...
First thing on Monday; Anita came in to my office and asked me if I could make time free on Thursday morning – she wanted to show me something. I guessed it would be her time to be open about her past – the previous weekend she had ground away several the layers covering mine. I didn't want to push her for more information – it could easily backfire – but I...
Fred's clothing was on the coffee table when he awoke about dawn. Anita's bedroom door was closed. He dressed quickly and headed out, not bothering to do more than relieve himself and take a navy shower. He saw a note taped to the front door when he left. It was a phone number. He got a lot of ribbing at work about hooking up with Anita and his unshaven sta...
Saturday night. Parking lot filled, cars parked on the grass, and on the lot adjoining. I walked into the strip club with its painted opaque windows. Anita is working tonight. She only works 2 nights a week, but always at least one weekend night, usually both. When the crowds of men are the largest. Inside is loud music, some dancers. There is no seat at th...
Hello BPV fans! I'm sorry it's been so long, but life happens and gets in the way of your writing. This chapter serves as a sequel to BPV: Bombshells and is actually a prequel to Chapter 1. It has flashbacks to World War II, so it's pretty necessary to read Bombshells first. Once again, thank you to 'Hell of a Critic'; this story was a big collaborative ef...