Step by Step Submission This is a continuation of Model Wife to Mleccha, and readers would benefit from having read that. It is a complete story on its own. Please be respectful in the comments or I will disable them. My name is Jan Thomas, I was once the model of the good wife, but since meeting Vivek, I was on a journey to become a good Mleccha instead....
It began innocently enough. It had to, or I would have been able to stop it. Now honestly I don't have any ability to stop, nor even imagine wanting to. A little about me. My name is Jan Thomas, I am a high school History teacher in the mountains of Western Canada. I was not the first woman in my family to serve as a soldier, the world wars saw my Great Aun...
It was almost two years since I traveled abroad on Business since the birth of my twins; I was now a senior program manager and there was pressure on me to visit my clients; So I decided to visit a few of my clients in the USA and Europe on a one month trip. My first stop was at Chicago and for this trip, I had taken one of the project managers who worked f...
I, Veena, well-educated, high class women was now working naked in my house in front of my husband and the low class maid servant, Suja. This has been my plight since morning. The only towel that covered me was taken away by Vivek, my husband, and left me to suffer the perils of losing a bet. I continued naked in the house, cleaning all the ceilings and try...
"Memsahib, Sahib has ordered no type of clothes for you, Sorry!" was Suja's reply to my pleading with her to give me a towel to spread on the floor so that my knees did not hurt. I was naked and bend on my knees and on all four hands scrubbing the bathroom floor with a scrub. I was denied the mop and had to do it with my hand, a punishment given by Suja. A...
"Heathens, every one of them. Godless heathens!" The governess hissed in protestant fury as their palanquin was born behind the Regiment of Foot in solid British scarlet. The harsh and heavy wool and brass seemed out of place in the opulent heat of Madhya Presh, even as the heavy boots and heavier guns dragged behind the column trampled the traditional freed...
Preface While the title of the story might remind you of the Hindi movie Woh Saat Din, this story's inspiration actually comes from another Hindi movie Road. It certainly is not a rip-off of that movie with liberal dosage of sexual episodes. The movie had a few hints on cuckolding and I wished the Director had spent a little more time on that aspect. Unfort...
This is the story of my wife Sunitha, an incident that happened years before our marriage. She was my friend Vivek's Girl friend then. Vivek and myself were thick friends. He was there for me on every crisis and financed me during my college days for my booz and movies. His girl friend Sunitha was a stunner with an hour glass figure (36C-30-36) and skin sof...
The sudden electrical black out flashed titillating memories of the recent past. All events had happened so fast that it now feels like a dream. A pleasurable dream, which I yearn, will recur itself repeatedly. Coming from a well placed and a large joint family we had relatives almost in all the major metros of India. At a very young age of 26, I was employ...
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...