Adultery Indian Wife Stories Collected from the Internet by Anubhav1992

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Story :- Indian Wife Stories Collected from the Internet

Posted by Anubhav1992

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Indian Wife Stories Collected from the Internet

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Over the past 2 years I have found lots and lots of erotic stories of INDIAN wives in the internet , so i have decided to accumulate all of them here , all the credits of these stories goes to the original writers , I am just helping the readers to enjoy these all at one place
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Old Man And Indian Wife

This is a story which I found in the internet..hope you all like it..this is not my creation..all credits goes to the original author..

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My wife's cellphone buzzed and rang multiple times to announce the arrival of several text messages as soon as she turned the phone on after the pilot announced it was okay to do so.

"So Shipra." I said icily, "I guess those are all text messages from Jeff?"

Shipra ignored me and her fingers worked the keyboard furiously as she replied to the text messages.

"Only two of them." Shipra said once she got done. "The third was from my sister saying Chintu is doing fine."

"And what did Jeff want? Some recipe perhaps?"

Jeff was our neighbor and "friend" back in New Jersey. He was divorced and lived next door, and lived with his son who was the same age as Chintu - 6. I had started off liking Jeff when we moved into his neighborhood a year back. He was friendly, his son and Chintu got along very well, and he seemed genuinely helpful. Which he still was.

What had started bugging me was that he and Shipra seemed to have become a little too friendly. Shipra was a stay-at-home mom, having quit her job in banking as soon as we had Chintu. And Jeff had a catering business which he managed from his house, and even when he had to be away, it was usually for dinner services at nights or on weekends. So when I was at work and Shipra was home, usually, so was Jeff. And Shipra often told me that he came over or invited her over to talk about recipes and food, a topic Shipra had gotten really interested in of late.

"No, Pavan. He just texted the address of a restaurant he recommends. And wished us both safe travel and a great vacation." Shipra replied.

"You know what'll make my vacation great? No texts from Jeff." I said as I pulled our handbag from the overhead compartment.

"Pavan please. Don't start." Shipra shook her head and slid out from her seat.

After this mini-tiff of sorts, both Shipra and I were silent as we made our way off the plane, got our luggage from baggage claim and took a taxi to the Venetian - a posh casino-resort. I waited for her to break the ice, convinced that I was right in being suspicious of Jeff. I was convinced that he had the hots for my wife, and was working slowly but surely to get her into bed. If, that is, he hadn't already.

Over the past few months, I had noticed a change in Shipra's appearance and demeanor. Usually her attire was pretty standard - jeans or trousers, with modest t-shirts or blouses, and frumpy sweaters. After Chintu's birth, Shipra had gone from a very fashion-savvy and spiffily dressed young woman to the archetypal suburban mom. But recently, I noticed she was wearing skirts more often, with tank tops or blouses with a low neckline. She was back to dressing the way she used to 7 years ago when we met and started dating in Bombay. And I wondered if this sudden change had anything to do with her friendship with Jeff. Although I was glad of the occasional throwback to our initial days together.

Ah, our initial days together. I had been smitten with Shipra the day she walked into the conference room on her first day of work in our bank. She was one of the new trainees, fresh out of business school. I was there in my capacity as my division's Vice President, to address the newbies about our operations. She was dressed in a figure-hugging knee-length black skirt, a formal blouse with one button open, and a matching black blazer. She was tall and not just by Indian standards - 5 ft 10. Her skirt showed that she had an awesome butt and shapely legs. And even the formal blouse and the blazer could not hide the fact that she was exceedingly buxom - 34DD as I later found out.

I found myself staring at her a little longer than appropriate. She obviously noticed, looked right into my eyes, and flashed me a dazzling smile. And that was all it took to get me hooked.

I waited a few weeks before doing anything though. After all. Shipra, a fresh MBA 24 years of age, was 15 years my junior. I was touching 40, and although I worked out regularly to keep my body in shape, the gray was beginning to show at the edges of my hairline. I was still unmarried, thanks to a long long relationship that ended abruptly 5 years ago. I still dated casually, and got plenty of action - a good looking, tall, well-built successful banking executives in his late 30s does not find dating difficult in a city like Bombay. But most of the women I had dated had been my contemporaries. I had never even thought about going after someone in her mid-20s.

Until Shipra walked in that door.

Although she got assigned to my division, I kept things strictly professional. I could see that she was getting a lot of attention from guys her own age, something she seemed glad and adept about handling. But i did get some fairly strong signals from her of her interest in me. She would compliment me on my looks, ask me about my taste in music, movies, and books. And try to spend a lot of time talking about things other than work. And she kept talking about how she wanted to "settle down" but all the guys she met were too "immature".

After a few weeks, I convinced myself that I wasn't just some deluded old horndog reading signals where there were none. Shipra was definitely indicating her interest in me. So I asked her out. She readily agreed. And from there, things moved rather rapidly. We had sex for the first time after our second date, and I was glad to see that Shipra knew how to use her body well. In a couple of weeks, she had all but moved in with me, spending about 5 nights a week at my apartment. In a month, we informed HR about our relationship, and Shipra was moved to another division as per company rules.

In six months, I was convinced she was the love of my life, and proposed. She accepted readily. Her parents were a little displeased that she was marrying someone so much older than her. But I charmed their pants off, and all was well. We were married, and soon Shipra was pregnant. After Chintu was born, Shipra told me she had no interest in going back to work. She had never really been too career-minded, she said, and was simply living out the dreams of her modern and demanding father who believed her intelligence was too rare to waste.

Soon, we settled into a happily married lifestyle, raising our son together. Shipra had a lot of close friends in Bombay, many of them male. And her close friendship with them did rankle me a little bit. In other words, it made me insecure. Initially I stayed mum. But after I turned forty, my body began catching up with me. My stamina for sex was diminishing by the year. When we started dating, we had sex at least twice every night. Around the time Chintu turned two, it was down to twice a week. And of late, it was down to barely once a week.

The decline of my prowess did play a role in my insecurities growing. There were a couple of her male friends, young, good-looking, handsome, that I particularly felt insecure about. They were married too, but it still bothered me that they were so friendly with Shipra. We started having arguments about it. Shipra always dismissed my concerns saying I was being paranoid. But I knew my wife was hot enough to make anyone sin. I also knew she had had a fairly colorful past, sexually speaking (the details of which are another story). So I knew that she knew she had options. And that drove my insecurity and caused more arguments. These arguments became the norm for the next few years.

One day, a head-hunter called me up out of the blue, saying I would be perfect for a position that a Wall Street bank was looking to fill. It had always been my dream to work on Wall Street, and I had no hesitation applying. I got the job quite easily, and soon, we moved to New York.

The move was a source of some tension between Shipra and me. She was not so sure she wanted to move to a new place, leaving her friends and family behind. She wanted to "discuss" it. But i was in no mood to listen. Surely she should understand what a rare opportunity this was for me. I wasn't getting any younger, and who knew when...rather if, such a chance would come by again. Eventually Shipra agreed, and we moved to America.

We got a big house in suburban New Jersey, in a good school district. Shipra's initial apprehensions gave way to enthusiasm about living in the greater New York area. Chintu certainly loved it, especially the tradition of Halloween trick--or-treating which he could not believe existed. And soon we were a happy family again. Shipra did complain occasionally about feeling lonely. To be honest, I was relieved that all her male "friends" were thousands of mile away.

But then Jeff had slid into the picture.

Jeff was roughly the same age as Shipra. Very handsome. I worked out to keep my body in shape. He clearly worked out to give his body shape. He had well toned abs, arms and a chest, which he loved displaying in the summer months. His striking good looks, coupled with his charming personality, convinced me that he was a threat to be mindful of. But when I raised the concern, Shipra again accused me of being too controlling and insecure and jealous.

One summer day when I came home from work, I saw a scene that made me lose my cool. Nothing scandalous, mind you. The two boys were playing in the backyard. A few feet away from them, sat Shipra and Jeff on lawn chair, drinking beer. Jeff was only wearing a pair of cut-off denim shorts, the sweat glistening on his chest. Shipra was wearing a short skirt and a tank top. And they were laughing and talking.

Like I said, nothing scandalous. But watching Jeff, all muscled and toned and sweaty, joking with my relatively scantily clad wife pissed me off. Shipra had put on a few pounds since Chintu was born, but the extra weight had been distributed evenly. She still had a fantastic figure which had gone from tall-and-curvy-but-slender to simply tall-and-voluptuous - 36DD-28-38. She looked like a million bucks sitting in the lawn chair. But I was more pissed off at Jeff's overtly hunky appearance than I was attracted to Shipra's knock-out looks at that moment. I yelled at Chintu, asking him to come inside. The tone of my voice was enough for Jeff to take a hint, and he took his son and went home. And Shipra walked in, looking confused.

That night after Chintu went to bed, we had one of the most acrimonious fights we'd had. I accused Shipra of leading Jeff on. She told me my paranoia was reaching historic levels. We argued back and forth, until she said,

"Pavan, don't take this the wrong way, but don't you see your insecurity is stemming from your.....troubles in bed? I keep telling you to see the doctor. There are drugs..."

"So you're saying I should take Viagra or you'll fuck him? Is that it?" I exploded. I had been having troubles down there, but I knew it was more because of stress than anything. I certainly had no desire to walk into a doctor's office and tell him I was having trouble getting it up.

"What?" Shipra said, confused.

"Or have you fucked him already?"

Shipra slapped me in anger. I pushed her to the bed and stormed out of the room. I went to a nearby bar and had a couple of drinks. When I came back, Shipra was already asleep.

Over the next few days, we both calmed down. I apologized to Shipra saying I had been out of line. Shipra said she understood my concerns and would tone down her rapport with Jeff, if it bothered me so much. And a few days later, i surprised her with my plans for us to spend a long weekend in Las Vegas. Just the two of us. Shipra's sister who lived in Philadelphia had agreed to take care of Chintu while we were away.

Now back to Vegas.

After we reached the Venetian, I finally broke my silence and mentioned how pretty the casino looked. Shipra also looked impressed and pointed out a few beautiful decorations in the lobby. We checked and went to our room.

This was my first time in Vegas and I was really looking forward to hitting the blackjack tables. So as Shipra went to the bathroom for a quick shower, I changed into some smart casual wear to hit the casino floor. I got dressed, turned the TV on and waited for Shipra. She walked out, her hair wet, clad in a bathrobe.

"Get dressed quickly." I said. "Let's go to the casino floor."

Shipra slowly walked towards me and sat down on the bed. She put her head on my shoulder and ran her hand over my cheek. I could feel heat radiating from her just-showered body. I turned and kissed her, slipping my hand into her robe, fondling her massive breasts. I felt her wet hair touch my ear. Shipra slowly pulled me down to the bed, and I was on top of her. I opened her robe and started kissing her boobs and fingering her clit. She started moaning and squirming as I continued playing with her. A minute or so later, she started unbuttoning my shirt.

That's when I got up off the bed. Shipra looked at me, with a quizzical look on her face.

"We should..." I said, buttoning up my shirt, "we should go check out the casino."

And I ran to the bathroom. In there, I unzipped and tried to coax life into my dick. The only reason I had interrupted that very hot session was that despite my best mental efforts, an erection refused to form. I sat on the edge of the bathtub and started jacking off my dick. But to no avail. A few minutes later, I gave up, flushed the toilet to make it seem like I had gone to pee and walked out of the bathroom. She was right. I did need to see a doctor. I decided to make an appointment as soon as I got back.

Shipra had gotten dressed when I was in there. She was wearing an elegant knee-length wrap-around skirt and blouse with sequins. She flashed me a bright smile, but I could see the disappointment in her eyes. I thought of saying something about the performance issue, but instead she said,

"So you'll have to explain to me exactly how blackjack works."

"Oh, it's easy. It's all about getting as close to 21 as possible..." I was glad for the change in topic and spent time explaining the game's rules to her.

On the casino floor, we had a lot of fun. We first spent some time at the blackjack tables. I made 4 grad while Shipra lost roughly the same amount, leaving us even. We then watched the action on some of the poker tables, a game I liked but was not confident enough to gamble in. We then hit the slots. By dinner time, we had made a small profit. We had dinner at a swanky Italian place on the strip. Our spirits were high. This really was turning into the vacation we wanted. We called up Shipra's sister and spoke to Chintu before deciding to take a walk on the strip.

As the evening wore on, I could not help but notice how smashingly sexy my wife looked. Tall, voluptuous, and with a beautiful face, she drew second and third glances from most men on the street. By the time we got back to the Venetian, I was feeling a stirring in my loins. We got into the elevator, and as soon as the door closed, I pulled Shipra into my embrace and kissed her. She kissed me back hungrily as I pawed her spectacular butt. An erection began forming and she could obviously feel it on her thigh.

"Ooooh Pavan! In the elevator? Naughty!" she said between our kisses.

"I can't help it. You're just so...." I breathlessly started but was interrupted.

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Shipra froze for a second, but continued kissing me.

"Check who it's from." I said.

"It can wait." she said and tried to pull me back into a kiss. That's when the elevator reached our floor and the doors opened.

"I said, check who it is from." I was feeling rage build up again.

Shipra took her cellphone out of her purse and looked at it.

"Is it Jeff?" I asked.

"Yes, but Pavan, he's just..." Shipra started saying. But I stormed out of the elevator.

I opened our room, turned the TV on and sat on the bed, looking very pissed off.

"He's doing it just to ruin our vacation." I said in an angry voice.

"No Pavan."

"Shipra, I want you to text back in caps - NEVER TEXT OR CALL ME AGAIN"

"Come on Pavan. Don't be silly."

"Shipra, DO IT!!!" I yelled.

She looked at me with tears in her eyes and a confused look on her face.

"Are you going to do it or not?"

"Pavan, please. It's so unnecessary. And rude."

"Fine. I am going to sleep." I said, and started changing.

The next morning, neither of us made any reference to the fight last night. It hadn't been much of a fight. I changed into my night shorts, took a couple of Night Tylenol pills and was soon asleep. Shipra had been sobbing most of the time that I was awake. We had breakfast at a small diner and then decided to ride the tiny gondola in the hotel. We then went back to the strip, and checked out the other casinos - Bellagio, Caesar's, MGM Grand etc. Our conversations were mostly pleasant and cordial. Both of us were waiting for the other person to apologize.

We decided to have lunch at the Venetian's poolside restaurant. Shipra said she'd like to go upstairs and change. I asked what she wanted to change into, and her response was, a swimsuit. Despite the coolness between us, I smiled. I had not seen Shipra in a swimwear in several years. It would be a visual treat for sure. The swimsuit actually turned out to be a yellow bikini that went fantastically with Shipra's white complexion. It wasn't too skimpy or anything. But any bikini would have trouble containing her massive boobs. And her voluptuous perfectly shaped round butt looked great in the yellow bikini bottoms. She looked positively fuckable and if I had not been carrying the grudge from the previous night, I'd have jumped her right away. But for now, I just changed into swimming trunks, and wore a t-shirt.

Shipra tied a matching yellow sarong around her waist and we went to the poolside restaurant. We got a table right by the pool, and I could see that Shipra was getting a lot of admiring glances again, from men and women alike. I was particularly amused by an old bald white man who was swimming laps gradually, and whenever he was close to us, would slow down and check Shipra out blatantly. I don't think she noticed though.

I was only halfway into my main course when Shipra announced she was full, and wanted to get in the pool. I simply nodded and continued eating. Since she had just eaten, she couldn't really swim too much, so she just did a couple of different strokes at the end of the pool close to me. As she did the backstroke, I could not help but feel a surge in my pants at the way her huge tits struggled to break free from the bikini.

As I looked away from her, I noticed that the old bald white man was splayed on a pool chair on the other side, again blatantly staring at my wife. I also noted with a chuckle that he was wearing a speedo - not something suited for his old paunchy body. He noticed me looking at him and smiled at me. I looked away and back towards Shipra who had now waded to the other side of the pool.

The old man got up from his chair and walked towards the edge of the pool. Standing up, he looked even more ridiculous in his speedo, with his paunch flabbing over it. I did however notice momentarily, before looking away, that the crotch of his speedo was massive, as if hiding a football. Must be an enlarged prostate, I thought myself. The old man dove into the water with a clumsy splash and started swimming. I watched curiously as he swam towards Shipra. And he said something to her.
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She responded with a polite smile and said something.They were about 30 feet away from me so I couldn't hear what was being said. But the expressions on his face were very lecherous. I found the idea hilarious that such an ugly old man was actually even thinking of chatting up someone as gorgeous as my wife. She was used to the attention of hunks like Jeff, after all. I was sure she'd slip away from him politely very soon.


"Sir, would you like to take a look at our dessert cart?" I heard the waiter say and I looked away from the pool. The dessert cart looked interesting. It had a chocolate souffle which I knew Shipra liked. So I ordered it for her and a cheesecake for myself. The waiter made some small talk with me and put the dessert on the table and left.

I looked back and was surprised to see that the old man was still chatting up Shipra. She seemed to have an amused expression on her face and was saying short sentences herself. The conversation seemed to go on and on. Now she would occasionally giggle! I decided to put an end to the pathetic old man's desperate flirting attempts, so got up and walked towards the side of the pool they were at.

"Shipra!" I called out over the din of kids playing nearby. She was about 10 feet away from the edge. She looked at me. "The dessert is here. I ordered you souffle."

Shipra nodded and glided through the water towards me. I noted with annoyance that the old man swam after her.

"What did you say?" Shipra put her elbows on the edge and asked me.

"The dessert. I ordered you..."

"And who might you be? Her father?" the old man came to a stop in the water right next to Shipra and interrupted me.

"Hehe..I told you he's my husband!" Shipra giggled. "Pavan, meet Alan."

"Pleased to meet you." Alan reached out his wrinkly hand towards me and I bent down in the waist to shake it.

Alan grabbed my hand firmly, and without letting go, said,

"So you're the lucky son of a bitch who gets to take this gorgeous little pixie home every night huh?"

Gorgeous little pixie? This old geezer was at least a couple of inches shorter than her. I snorted a little and tried to free my hand. But Alan's grip was surprisingly strong, and I found myself standing there crouching at his mercy.

"Why did a spicy bombshell like you settle for an old fart like him, huh?" Alan said and started cackling. Still grabbing my hand. My ears went red with rage and embarrassment. I looked at Shipra who actually had an amused expression on her face.

"Hehe...I don't remember actually." she said and started giggling.

Finally Alan released the vice-like grip on my hand. It relieved me, but only temporarily, because he put that arm around Shipra's shoulder and pressed it gently, and started cackling loudly.

I noticed him put his arm around her but Shipra either didn't notice or ignored it on purpose. She was still giggling. I was on the verge of jumping in the water and kicking this old man's ass. How dare he touch her in front of me? They had just met! But I resisted my instinct.

"Shipra, the dessert." I said in an annoyed voice.

She nodded and Alan finally took his arm off her shoulder. Shipra put her palms on the side of the pool and pooled herself out of the water. As she got out, I saw Alan staring at her butt rather shamelessly and with a smile on his face. I walked back with Shipra to our table. She took her seat and so did I. And, a few second later, much to my consternation, so did Alan!

"Yeah, their souffle is the best." he said, moving his chair right next to Shipra's. "I have eaten at the most expensive restaurants in this country. And the souffle here is the best."

"Is that so?" I sarcastically asked. I found it hard to believe that this uncouth old geezer was an expert in fine dining.

"Oh yeah, I'm loaded. Got a dozen real estate companies all over the country."

"Really?" Shipra asked in what sounded like an awe-struck voice. And that annoyed me even more. The old man was clearly trying to impress her with talk of his wealth and she was buying into it!

"Yup! Ole Alan's got a lot of cash in case you ever wanna leave this old fart." Alan said and winked at Shipra who started giggling again.

This was the second time he had called me an old fart and it was beginning to piss me off. I might have been close to 50, but this geezer was close to 70, if not older. Where did he get off calling me an old fart? And why the fuck was my wife laughing at his boorish comments?

"Yeah, ole Alan knows all about livin' it up in Vegas. In fact, why don't I take you to dinner to a real fancy place tonight? And then some fine cocktails?" Alan said looking at Shipra, and then without looking at me said, "Ponaav, you can come too."

I was sure he had mispronounced my name on purpose. But before Shipra could say anything, I said,

"Sorry, but we're busy tonight. We have a lot of plans. Right, Shipra?"

I expected Shipra to concur with me. But instead she was silent, and was looking at Alan with an odd expression on her face. That caused an awkward silence.

"Right, Shipra?" I said a little louder.

'Oh..umm...what's our plan for tonight?" she asked.

"You mean you ain't got plans?" Alan said, turning around to finally look at me. "It's settled then. I'll see you two in the lobby at 8!"

I glared at Shipra, expecting her to turn him down. Instead, she said,

"Okay, 8 it is."

"Splendid." Alan said stroking Shipra's bare shoulder. "See you then, little pixie. Bye Ponaav."

"It's Pavan." I said in a brusque voice.

But he acted like he hadn't heard me. Instead he slowly got up, and while he slid away from the chair, his crotch moved just inches away from Shipra's face. I noticed Shipra's head turn at once as she looked at the enormous bulge in his speedos for a split second and then looked away. I thought I heard Alan chuckle as he walked away.

I was fuming silently until we got back to the room. Once we entered the room, I let loose,

"What a slimy pathetic old geezer! Why the fuck did you accept his invitation?"

"You could've said no." Shipra said calmly, unwrapping her sarong.

"I did. But you gave him a chance to put his foot in the door." I yelled.

"Come on, Pavan. He's just a silly old man. What harm can it do?" Shipra said, walking towards the bathroom. I thought I detected a hesitant tone in her voice.

I started saying something in return, but I heard the bathroom door slam shut. A few moment later, I could heard the shower being turned on. So I turned the TV on and sat on the bed watching it. It was over twenty minutes when Shipra finally stepped out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe.

"Pavan, did you notice Alan's.... you know....swimming costume?" she asked in mischievous tone.

"Huh?" I feigned ignorance although I knew exactly what she was referring to.

"You know, the size of it? You probably didn't notice. It was huge!" she said with a curious look on her face.

That pissed me off even more. I have always considered myself reasonably well-endowed at 6 inches. But whenever I read about men with really big dicks, I wonder if women care about it. Shipra had never before mentioned any other man's size. So this unexpected comment got me a little upset. But not wanting to seem insecure, I said,

"Well, it's probably an enlarged prostate or something." And went back to watching TV. Shipra shrugged and started getting dressed.

I would have argued with Shipra about her behavior with Alan more, but we had a web conference planned. With our son. So as soon as Shipra got dressed, I took my laptop out, logged into skype and called Shipra's sister. Chintu was eagerly waiting for us, and we had a long conversation with him. he filled us in on every little detail of his two days with his aunt, from everything he had eaten, to the games he had played to what he'd seen on TV. It was almost two hours by the time we got done with the call.

After I closed my laptop, Shipra announced she was feeling a bit tired so wanted to take a short nap. I suspected this was just a ruse to avoid the Alan topic, but I nodded and joined her for the nap.

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At 8 pm when we walked down to the lobby, Alan was already there.

"Wow, you look absolutely ravishing." he said, staring at her up and down. He completely ignored my presence.

Shipra did look quite ravishing. She was wearing a pleated skirt that stopped an inch above her knees. And a sleeveless top with a bold neckline tat showed about an inch of her ample cleavage. I had thought of making a sarcastic comment about how she was getting all dolled up, but had decided against it. The end result was, she looked fabulous, something that pleased me but also bothered me.

Alan's full attire further made me doubt his claims of being wealthy. His pants looked fairly worn-out and his blazer seemed like one of those cheap tawdry ones you get for 50 dollars at Walmart. He was also wearing a really horrible cologne, which he had clearly sprayed a lot of. This tawdrily dressed paunchy puny bald old geezer, was a stark contrast next to my wife who with her high heels, easily stood a head above him. But it didn't seem to bother him.

He led us to the restaurant which was on the same block. It did seem very swanky. When the waiter led us to our table, he pulled out a chair for Shipra. As soon as she sat down, Alan swooped in, taking the chair next to her, forcing me to sit across from them. We started with small talk. Well, Alan and Shipra started with small talk. I was being ignored once again.

Suddenly, the sound of music filled the air. I noticed that the band was positioned quite close to us and they had started playing. As the music started, I could barely hear anything Shipra and Alan were saying. Alan had his elbow on the table and was sitting almost facing Shipra completely. At one point of time, I noticed that he put his hand on her bare knee, and looked at Shipra with my eyebrows raised. She stared back with a slight shrug, as if saying, it was my job to stop him.

I did consider stopping him. But this old geezer was acting in such a lewd and disgusting manner, that I decided to let Shipra extricate herself from the situation. It's not like it was Jeff touching her there. Even at this stage, with all the bravado Alan had shown, I did not consider him an actual threat, but an inconvenience. So if his raspy wrinkly hands were bothering my wife, well, my wife should tell him to stop.

The drinks arrived. Shipra and I had both ordered a beer, and Alan had ordered a double scotch on the rocks. He said something to her, which obviously I couldn't catch because of the music. She nodded. Then I almost fell off my chair as Alan picked up his glass of scotch and put it to her lips. She took a small sip and coughed. Shipra hated scotch. She'd tasted it once many years back, and decided it was too potent a taste for her. As she coughed, Alan laughed and put the glass to her lips again. This time she took a sip without coughing.

Alan's hand had now come off her knee. But it was instead around her shoulder. Again, Shipra and I played the who-blinks-first game. I threw her a dirty look which she returned. The right thing to do would have been to rescue her from his leery grip by putting an end to this all. But this had now turned into an ego tussle. She was the one who should push him away, I decided.

Soon the waiter came to take our orders. I noticed that Shipra didn't say anything to the waiter, which meant the old fart had ordered for her. This bugged me even more. Shipra is very finicky about ordering food in a restaurant. Even when we go out in groups, she likes to order for herself. And here she was letting a practical stranger order food for her? I seethed in silence throughout dinner. Shipra and Alan kept talking, his hand rubbing her shoulder when it wasn't rubbing his knees or thighs. By the end of the meal, his hand had pushed her skirt a couple of inches higher, and much more of her thigh was on display then at the beginning.

I had refused to blink, but was feeling very disgusted. I fought my disgust by switching from beer to scotch as well. And downing a few of them in haste as dinner progressed. Maybe it was the booze having its effect on her, but I thought that Shipra didn't look as uncomfortable as before. She had gone from being a little squeamish of his touch and having a hesitant look of alarm on her face to now wearing a blissful smile. She was barely touching her food although Alan was wolfing his dinner down.

Finally dinner got done. I thought this was it, but instead, Alan got up and said to me,

"We're gonna dance a little."

I looked at Shipra, but she was avoiding my gaze. Instead she got up from her chair and followed Alan to the bar area of the restaurant where a handful of couples were dancing. From our table, I could only see part of the dance floor. Alan and Shipra first started dancing in that area, with a foot of distance between them.

The contrast between them was stark. Shipra - beautiful, voluptuous, elegantly dressed, and tall. Alan - half a foot shorter than her, dressed in cheap threads, bald, ugly, puny but with a paunch that stuck out from his blazer. Shipra moved gracefully, Alan plonked around like a frog. But even with this mismatch, what bothered me was that the two kept their gazes locked into each others. And Shipra, far from looking bothered, wore a happy smile as they danced.

Sonds started and finished but they kept dancing for a good twenty minutes or so. Meanwhile the waiter had come and placed the check on the table and had made a few meaningful visits to look at it. Finally I put my credit card in the check folder and the waiter took it away. I was about to get up, interrupt the dancing and take Shipra home, when the song changed to a romantic ballad. An ideal slow dancing song.

I watched in horror as Alan pulled my wife into a clumsy embrace and the two of them started gently swaying to the music. Alan started off placing his hands on the small of her back, but then gradually slid them downwards. Until both his hands were on her shapely butt. He then started gentle kneading her butt, without any resistance from her. I looked around and saw a few people around them snickering and pointing. Even in Vegas, watching such a clumsily dressed old codger feeling up an exquisite beauty like my wife wasn't a common scene.

I watched with disgust, but also with a sense of vindication. This dirty old man was skillfully putting the moves on my wife. Right in front of me. And she was doing nothing to stop him. Obviously, I had been correct in my suspicions about Jeff and the other guys. If she let this old sack of dough go this far, who knows what she had done with Jeff when I was away? I felt my ears burn in anger as I watched them. Finally the dance came to an end. And the two of them started walking back to the table.

When Shipra took her seat, she looked into my eyes with a defiant expression. I was doing nothing to hide my rage. But it didn't seem to bother her. She looked away. I then looked at Alan. As he sat down, I almost spat out my drink in shock. There was a huge tent in his pants. He was sporting a rather substantial erection. And, it dawned on me, this beast of an erection had obviously been rubbing against my wife when they slow danced. Or maybe it was a result of their slow dance.

The three of us sat wordlessly sipping at what remained of the last of our drinks. The waiter came back with the credit card slip and I signed it. Alan looked at me and smirked, as if to say - "I was going to take you two to dinner, and instead you're paying while I rubbed my dick against your wife." I looked away from him towards Shipra who now wore a look that was all too familiar to me. After many a night on town, when we got home, she would sport this look - that of being drunk as well as being horny. Alan's monster erection rubbing against her had clearly had an effect.

Alan must have noticed it too, because I sensed a movement of his hand. And when I followed it, I saw it was headed towards his thigh again. Except this time, he didn't stop at just rubbing her thigh. It disappeared under her skirt. I looked up at Shipra who had now closed her eyes and had tilted her head back a little. Slowly her lips parted and I saw another familiar look. And alarm bells started going off in my head.

I realized that just a couple of feet away from me, Alan was fingering my wife. Was he doing it over her panties? Or had he slipped his finger inside? There was no way for me to know. What I did know was, I was at a crossroads. Either I get up, throw a fit, and kick this old man's ass. Or I continue to be what I had been until then. A silent accomplice.

I don't what what made me opt for the second option. Maybe I was getting turned on by this ugly old man handling my wife like putty. But at that moment, I rationalized my non-action by telling myself, it's up to her to stop him. If she wants to prove me wrong and show me as a jealous paranoid husband, she should do something. I didn't realzie though that Shipra was probably too drunk to think straight.

Alan noticed that I had noticed, and flashed me a triumphant smile. He then poked her thigh with his other hand, and she parted her legs even more, providing him better access to her cunt. Shipra's face now wore an overtly sexual look. her eyes were now half open, but she didn't seem to be looking at anything in particular. Her nipples were obviously erect because they were poking through even her bra and top. Her face had gone all red. And she seemed to be breathing heavily.

This scene lasted five minutes or so, until the band stopped playing and there was a minute of silence. Alan took his hand out from under Shipra's skirt. Shipra let out an audible moan of disappointment. Her eyes opened completely and met mine. She looked away in shame. I wondered if she would end it now. But it wasn't in her hands.

Alan got up. His erection seemed to have subsided by now. He said to me very matter-of-factly,

"I am taking her to my suite back at the Venetian. You can come along too if you want."

I tried to search for words, but couldn't come up with any. Alan held out his hand for Shipra. I expected her to take it. But instead, she was looking at me.

"Pavan." she said in a breathless voice.

"Hmm?" I said.

"What should I do?" there was a plaintive tone of genuine conflict in her voice. Looking back, I now know that was the last chance I had to put an end to the depravity. I just stared at her.

"What should I do, Pavan?" she asked, once more in that gut-wrenching voice.

A dozen different sentences sprung up in my head. "Don't go." "Let's go back to our room." "Leave this old fart here." "Stop the madness."

I didn't say any of them. I just shrugged. Shipra exhaled loudly. Alan was still holding his hand out for her. She took it and got up. Alan put his hand around my wife's waist and led her away. I got up and followed them, as if in a slumber.

I walked behind Alan and Shipra as we left the restaurant and went back to the Venetian. I followed them into the elevator. Alan slid his key and pushed the button for the top floor. once the elevator door closed, he stood there, again kneading her butt. The elevator reached his floor and we walked to the suite.

Alan led us to the "living room" of the suite and turned on just one small lamp. The room was mostly dark, with just the one lamp illuminating it. Alan headed to the minibar and poured three scotches, without ice. He handed one to Shipra and another to me. Shipra took her drink and sat down on the small couch. She took a sip and then looked at me, with a petrified expression. Again, she seemed to be crying out for help. For me to rescue her. But I felt helpless. I sat down on a chair across from her. Alan took his glass and sat down next to her.

Alan then reached for the remote and turned the TV on. He turned it to one of the movie channels, and sat there, with his hands around Shipra, who seemed like she would run out of the room at any moment. We all sat there staring at the TV. Even Alan, for the first time ever, seemed a bit nervous.

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About ten minutes later, I noticed some movement. I saw Alan pick up Shipra's hand and put it on his crotch which now had that massive bulge again. I looked away towards the TV. A few moments later when I looked back at them, there it was. Alan's dick. I am not sure how big it exactly was, but it was a hell of a lot bigger than mine. And thicker. It was standing up from his open pants like a flagpole. And wrapped around it were my wife's elegant fingers. She was gradually stroking his dick, from the base to where the thick bulbous head protruded.


I looked at Shipra's face. She was staring at the TV, as was Alan. But her stroking of his dick was getting faster and faster. This went on for a few minutes and then Shipra stopped. She took her hand off the dick and stared stretching her fingers. Her hand was probably tired. So Alan took her other hand and put it on his dick, and she resumed stroking it. By now the monster cock was moist with all the precum that had oozed out. I could see even Shipra's fingers glistening. And I realized I too now had an erection in my pants that needed some relieving.

When Shipra took another break to change hands, Alan took the opportunity to take her top off. She offered no resistance and was now sitting there in a black bra struggling to contain her massive tits. As Shipra, now without her blouse, started jacking him off again, Alan started playing with her tits. He put one finger inside the bra cup and moved it all around. Then he scooped the boobs out of her bra. I stared in shock at how trashy Shipra looked at that moment, her boobs spilling out of her bra as she gave some dirty old man a handjob.

"Enough with the hands." Alan brusquely said and slapped her hand away. He reached for her hair and pulled her head down into his lap. Shipra resisted a little. Only a little. I suspected it was for my benefit. But within a few seconds, I could see her wide open mouth descending on Alan's upright dick. She could take in less than half of it in her mouth before she let out a gagging noise.

"Not used to the size, eh?" Alan said and chuckled. "I can see why. from that tiny tent in his pants."

Shipra took his dick out of her mouth and looked at me. Her eyes fell on my erection, and I think I saw a hint of a smile on her lips. But Alan was getting impatient now. He roughly grabbed her hair and put his dick back in her mouth. Shipra now started sucking his dick enthusiastically. A little too enthusiastically. She made gagging and slurping sounds as she went to work on his dick. And I could not help but be aroused at the sight of this massive shaft going in and out of my wife's mouth.

"You've taught her well. I'll give you that much. She sucks dick better than any Indian chick I've been with." Alan said as he nonchalantly unhooked her bra. Shipra slid the bra off and threw it on the floor. Now as she was hunched over on Alan's lap sucking his dick furiously, her boobs swayed and touched his balls.

Alan noticed, like I did, that Shipra slowly moved from being in a sitting position to putting her knees on the couch. She was now bent over with his shapely butt in the air. he reached for her ass and pulled the skirt up until it was bunched around her waist. Half an asscheek each peeked out from the side of her panties. Alan started fondling her fleshy ass as she continued to suck his dick.

"Take it all the way in, slut." Alan said and spanked her on the ass really hard.

Shipra tried, forcing her mouth down, but could not take more than three fourths the length in.

"All the way in, you curry-munching cunt." another loud slap on her ass. And then he pushed her head down. I started hearing gagging and spitting sounds as Shipra's head turned upside down. It seemed like his dick was now going down (or up) her throat. Shipra was in the most incredible position I had ever seen her in. Completely topless, skirt up to her waist, panties on display, and head upturned over a dick.

Finally Alan let go and Shipra's head sprang up off his dick. She inhaled loudly and started coughing.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Alan asked.

Shipra shook her head.

"Not you. This dickwad sitting here. You liked watching your wife take my whole dick down her throat like a sword swallower, didn't you?"

I stayed silent. What could I say?

"Well, then you're gonna love what I do to her next."

Alan got up and pulled Shipra by the hair towards the side of the couch. She dragged her knees sideways on the couch to keep pace with his hair pulling.

"What you have here, my friend, is a slut. And I will show you how a slut is to be handled." Alan said and pulled Shipra's head over the side of the couch armrest. Her stomach was resting on the armrest and her torso was hanging upside down over the side. From where I was sitting, I could see her hair had fallen over, and her massive tits were hanging next to her chin. She put both her palms on the floor for support. On the other side of the couch was Shipra's upraised butt and her knees which were still on the couch cushion.

"You know why she is a slut?" Alan said as he roughly pulled her panties down in one motion. Even as she was being manhandled, Shipra co-operated by lifting her knees so Alan could take the panties off. Shipra's perfectly shaped big butt was now completely naked and on view. It was hoisted in the air like a shapely white hill. And her wet pussy was visible from between her legs.

"Because only a slut...."

Alan continued and loudly spanked her right asscheek. Shipra let out a yelp.

"..lets an old geezer like me...."

SMACK! SMACK! One on each asscheek. Two more yelps.

"....play with her cooch..."

SMACK! SMACK!

"...in front of her husband."

Alan's hand formed red prints on Shipra's ass which was now shivering with the onslaught. I could not see her face, but if she was in distress, she certainly didn't say anything apart from her yelps.

"I will now show you how a whore like this is to be fucked." Alan said and stepped out of his pants. His huge dick was now fully erect and throbbing and I got a good look at his thick bush which was completely white. He put one knee on the couch next to Shipra's leg, and his other leg was on the floor.

He took one step forward and with one hand lifted Shipra's left knee which was closer to me. He roughly pushed it ahead and upwards so it was propped on the armrest. Her asscheeks opened up in this position and her cunt and asshole were both visible. Shipra moved her hands on the floor a little to balance herself in this new position. She looked incredibly hot, naked except for her skirt, thrown over the couch rest like a rag doll. Her long shapely legs splayed and open as this puny paunchy old man prepared to enter her.

Alan took a step forward until his dick was touching her labia. He rubbed the head of his dick up and down her labia, her clit and even through her asscheek. Shipra's cunt and ass were now almost pulsating with desire, and the way she moved was a clear invitation if not an appeal for Alan to take her. But Alan was taking his time.

"Look at how dripping wet she is." Alan said pointing to a big wet spot on the couch's armrest.

Finally he sopped moving his dick up and down and placed it at the entrance of her cunt. I was skeptical of her ability to take it in. It was obscenely thick, and Shipra would feel filled even when my dick entered her. So it was no surprise that the first couple of inches took some time going in. Shipra inhaled loudly and moaned as he pushed the behemoth in, her cunt lips wrapping around it.

"Oh sluts like these will pretend they can't handle it. But what they want is a big dick. I don;t care if you're Indian, Chinese or German. All women want a big dick to pump them." Alan looked at me and said, and slid more of his dick inside. Now more than half of it was in Shipra who was grunting every time he pushed it in.

Alan seemed to have decided that was as far as he wanted to push it in. He withdrew it a little and then started fucking her. The whole sight looked so perverse, it almost made me cum. My tall voluptuous wife, thrown over the couch with her hands on the floor, her boobs slapping against her chin with every stroke. And fucking her, a puny fat bald white man. His hairy ass rocked back and forth as he pummeled her. The wrinkly skin on his scrawny legs a stark contrast to her smooth milky legs. His hairy and flabby paunch rubbing against the curvature of her ample buttocks as they fucked made a small but audible scratching noise. It was heard only intermittently however, through the thuds of their thighs together.

Alan then put both his hands on her shapely waist, moved forward and started banging her really hard and fast. He started grunting as he did that, and Shipra joined in with obscene sounding grunts of her own. Her boobs, hanging upside down, where now slapping against his chin really hard. And I noticed her nipples were more erect than I had ever seen them. Alan moved his hands to her hips and held on tight as he started pounding my wife even harder. From her shrieks, she seemed to be enjoying every moment of it.

That was when I finally and fully came to terms with what was happening. My wife was being fucked like I had never been able to fuck her before. Shipra was a gorgeous woman who deserved the best kind of sex, which I hadn't been able to provide her. And my jealousy and paranoia in the past had been nothing but an oblique admission of my inability. her being loyal to me would have been a waste of her god given looks and body. Maybe that's why I had not stopped these proceedings. Somewhere deep within, I knew that she needed this. She deserved this.

After what seemed like an eternity of fucking her like that, Alan pulled his dick out. I thought he had cum, but that was far from the case. He stepped off the couch, his massive dick glistening with her pussy juices. He spanked her ass hard and said,

"Get up you dirty little slut!" Even in my state of shock and arousal I could not help but smile at the irony of this puny old codger calling her 'little'.

Shipra obediently took her palms off the floor and pulled herself into a standing position. Her skirt fell into place covering her pussy, and she stood there breathing hard staring at me. The look one her face was one I had never seen before - that of a wild animal in heat. Her eyes were burning with desire. There was drool all over her face. And her massive boobs were flushed and heaving with her breathing. She was staring in my direction but I don't know if she even registered my presence.

"Bedroom!" Alan said and reached up to grab her hair. He pulled her behind him as he headed towards the suite's bedroom. As I said, she was a good half a foot taller than him so his pulling her by the hair made her bend down a little. Plus she was still wearing her heels. In threw steps, she stumbled and fell on all fours. But Alan was in no mood to wait for her to get on her feet. He continued to drag her to the bedroom. Shipra followed the best she could, being dragged on her hand and feet. And I gazed in marvel at my wife's jiggling butt as she was led away, like the bitch in heat that she was, to the bedroom. -----

I got up and walked to the doorway of the bedroom. Alan, in another surprising display of strength, had flung Shipra on to the bed. Alan then got on the bed and almost ripped off her skirt and threw it to the floor. He then took her heels off and threw them to the floor as well.

Shipra's tall, shapely naked body was curled up on her side on the bed. Her hair looked dishevelled. Her huge tits were heaving, taking her erect nipples with them. She had a glazed look on her face as she stared into nothingness. Alan meanwhile took off his own shirt and shoes and got completely naked. All this while he was talking to me.

"You Indian men were blessed by god with such incredibly hot women. But you keep them subdued, force them to suppress their sexuality. What that does it turns them into sexual volcanoes ready to erupt any time they get some attention. Turns them into sluts waiting to be set free. That's what this little pixie is, isn't she? A slut. A volcanic slut."

Alan got on the bed and spanked her ass really hard for the umpeenth time that night. Then he pushed her so she was on her back and lifted her legs by the knees so they were in the air. Her dripping pussy was on display as he held her long legs up like some logs of wood. Holding her legs like that, he continued with his monologue.

"This slut...or should I say whore...is slutty even by the standards of regular sluts. In my 65 years, I have never bedded a woman so easily. That too in front of her husband. What does that tell you, Pavan? Your wife has so willingly opened her legs for an ugly old fart like me. With you around. Can you imagine what she must be up to when you're not around?"

I looked at Shipra. But she seemed to be ignoring whatever he was saying. I watched in amazement at her hands which were between them, trying to reach for his erect dick which was inches away from her cunt.

"Haha, look at that. She is reaching for my dick. She hasn't had enough. When was the last time you fucked her, Pavan? And I mean REALLY TRULY fucked her like the whore she is? You should fuck her regularly or any guy who is willing to put in a few hours to chat her up and make her feel like a woman, will take her to bed"

I did not respond to Alan's description of my wife, and neither did she. This night had convinced me that Shipra had indeed been screwing around behind my back. Alan was right. My wife was a cock hungry slut, and I should not have expected her to be anything but.

Alan smirked and pushed his hips forward to penetrate her as he placed her calves on his shoulder. Shipra moved her hips to accommodate him enthusiastically. He pushed his dick inside and started playing with her huge tits as they fucked. Another intensely perverted but erotic sight - my tall gorgeous wife laid out on her back, her long shapely legs on the wrinkly shoulder of this bald ugly geezer as he fucked her.

After a few minutes, he leaned forward, making Shipra's body bent in the waist almost to forty five degrees, and kept fucking her. I had by now grown immune to the animalistic grunts and moans both of them were letting out. They were engaged in the most primal form of coitus - fucking for the sake of fucking. Not once, I noted, had Alan kissed Shipra's full beautiful lips. He was obviously interested in a different set of lips that he was now assaulting with his behemoth dick.

--- As Alan's fucking picked up tempo, Shipra responded with louder grunts. The bed was shaking with the intensity of their raw fucking. Shipra moved her legs off Alan's shoulder and wrapped them around his waist. I watched aghast as she locked her legs around and and pulled him deeper into her. I realized that my wife had now taken all of Alan's monster cock inside her. Will I ever be able to satisfy her in bed after this, I wondered.

Alan responded to Shipra's legwork by ramming her cunt even harder. Minutes ticked by and I realized that it had been almost half an hour that this fucking had lasted. Was this man ever going to cum? He kept going and going. Their grunts kept getting deeper as well as louder. With each thrust, Alan seemed to be planting his flag deeper and deeper into what was my territory.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Alan flinched and let out a loud grunt as he increased the pace with which he battered my wife's cunt. Then his buttcheeks clenched, and so did Shipra's. It suddenly hit me - he was riding her bareback! No condom! And Shipra wasn't on the pill. He was shooting his seed into her - and judging by the amount of time he kept pumping, it must have been a lot of semen.

Alan finished pumping his seed into her with a final hoarse grunt, and then collapsed on top of her. I could see his white chest hair mashing into my wife's delicious boobs. She kept her legs wrapped around his waist and hugged him in a tight embrace. The two of them lay there writhing and moaning for a couple of minutes, until they caught their breath. Alan then, fir the first time that night, kissed my wife on her lips. It was a wet sloppy kiss - I could hear them drooling and salivating. The kissing went on for a few minutes.

Then Alan tried to free himself from the grip of Shipra's legs which were still wrapped around him.

"No...please..." Shipra said in a pleading voice as she begged her new lover to stay with her.

"Yeah, in a minute, slut." Alan said and freed himself. Shipra lay there with her legs open as Alan stepped off the bed. I could see a river of cum oozing out of her cunt.

Alan walked towards me, completely naked. His dick was semi-erect, but was still big enough to slap against his thighs as he walked. He walked past me and beckoned me to follow him. I mutely did. He poured two drinks and handed me one. He took his own and downed it in one big gulp. He put the glass down on the table with a thud and walked back towards the bedroom. I noticed how wrinkly and flabby his old man butt was.

Alan stepped inside the suite bedroom and said to me,

"Finish the fucking drink and let yourself out."

With that he slammed the door shut. I sat down on the couch where he had first fucked my wife and started drinking.

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As I sipped my drink, I could hear muffled sounds of conversation and laughter through the door. That lasted for about ten minutes. After that conversation stopped. And a few minutes later, I could heard the faint sounds of my wife's moans. I finished my drink, and let myself out of the suite. I returned to our room, jacked off a couple of times and fell asleep.

I was woken by the sound of the door closing shut. I opened my eyes and saw Shipra walk in, fully dressed, with her purse. She put it on the table and laid down next to me silently. I thought of something to say but words failed me. After fifteen minutes of silence, I got up.

"I'm going to get ready and go to the casino floor." I said.

"Okay." Shipra calmly said. "I am going to take a nap."

The next two days I saw little of Shipra. I spent my time in the casinos playing blackjack, and won about 20,000 dollars. She spent the day sleeping and spent nights and evenings with Alan. Our last night in Vegas, I ran into them in the elevator and Alan magnanimously invited me to the suite to watch, "as long as I didn't get in the way". In the room, I watched incredulously as Alan threw my wife over the couch armrest like the first time, but buggered her in the ass this time. From the ease with which her asshole accommodated his giant dong, I surmised it wasn't the first time he had fucked her there.

Neither of referred to what had happened on the flight back to New Jersey, nor when we got back home. We got back to our normal life as if nothing had happened. I came to terms with my being a willing cuckold and stopped pestering her about Jeff. Although I never caught them in action and never asked Shipra to confirm it, I was sure they were having sex now. That is, if they weren't before.

What did change was sex life between us. I found my stamina and desire return and Shipra and I were now back to having sex almost every night. She was insatiable and I often wondered if I was able to fulfill her desires. But I didn't really care. My sex drive was back on track and that's all that mattered.

A month or so later, I came home to a surprising sight. Alan was sitting on our living room couch playing with Chintu. He greeted me like an old friend and complimented me on my beautiful house. Shipra came out of the kitchen, saying Alan would stay for dinner.

Over dinner, with Chintu around, the conversation stayed polite and mundane. But it did lead to an interesting revelation. It turned out that Alan's boasts about being a rich old geezer were bullshit. He was a fucking greeter at a Walmart in Maryland, barely making ends meet! He could only afford to stay in that suite in the Venetian in Vegas because he had won some contest on the radio. His income was probably less than what we spent on gas. All his life, he had held a string of minor clerical jobs, was divorced, and had no kids. I tried to gauge Shipra's reaction to that information, but she didn't seem surprised or bothered.

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After dinner while Shipra put Chintu to bed, Alan and I sat in the living room sipping on brandy. I could not think of anything say, although I was dying to ask him - WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE???


Shipra came back to the room. Alan and I were sitting on different couches, and Shipra seemed to think for a few seconds before sitting down next to me. Then she dropped the bombshell. She was pregnant. I was a little astonished, although I guess I should have expected it after watching Alan fuck her bareback and deposit his wad inside her fertile womb.

"Is it mine or his?" I asked. After our Vegas tripped, she and I had often fucked bareback.

"I don't know." Shipra shrugged. Alan had a smug smile on his face.

"Or is it Jeff's?" I asked tartly. Alan let out a chuckle.

"I can get a paternity test done. That's why I invited Alan over. To talk about....what to do."

And the three of us talked it over. Alan said he didn't care. He was sure he had bastard children all over the country, and one more didn't make a difference to him. I said I didn't care whose it was either. I would consider it my own child. We spoke about it for a while and thrashed out the details. With that matter settled, I expected Alan to leave, but instead, Shipra led him to our guest room. She then joined me in our bedroom and slept snuggled next to me. But when I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, her side of the bed was empty.

That was the last time Alan visited our house. Shipra would drive over to Maryland once every few weeks and spend the weekend with him, until her third trimester, when driving became impossible. I wanted desperately to know what she had been up to. But I didn't ask, and she didn't offer any information.

The baby came two weeks three weeks after schedule. When Alan came to the hospital to see it, he joked that the baby had to be his - he was known for never coming too early. But the baby was definitely his. The brown hair, the blue eyes, the odd shape of the forehead - I knew I would be bringing up Alan's son as my own.

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Taken On The Bus




Baljeet and her husband Mahindar had been on the bus on their way home to Bhundar, Punjab for several hours when at one stop most of the passengers disembarked in a university town along the way, leaving the bus wonderfully empty and allowing people to spread out a bit for the long, overnight run. Baljeet remained in her seat in the back of the bus on the 3 seat side of a 3+2 aisle and Mahindar went forward a couple of rows to stretch out in another 3 seat bench that was open on the other side of the baggage area.

With so few occupants, each passenger was free to sleep or read, and even though people generally kept their conversations respectfully low, it wouldn't matter anyway as the road noise and loud drone of the diesel motor drowned out most other sound. Baljeet slumped against the seat and curled her legs into her chest and let sleep take her.

A couple of times when the bus stopped, Baljeet stirred from her slumber but usually immediately fell back asleep as soon as the bus pulled away from the station again and the night wore casually onward. At one point she noticed another passenger had taken the small seat across the aisle from her but she thought nothing of it and kept sleeping.

The way she curled into a ball on her seat left enough space for someone to sit next to her, however, as she hadn't fully stretched across the seat and when she woke again, she found a man sitting right next to her. By the way he was stroking her face, she thought it to be Mahindar and in the darkness at the rear of the bus she didn't fully grasp who was actually there or what he was doing until he brought her hand to his erect cock.

"Mahindar!" Baljeet hissed as quietly as she could, finally looking over at the erect cock he was stroking in front of her. "What are you thinking?" She asked in incredulity.

"I think that if you don't want me to tell everyone how dishonorable you have been seducing me and cheating on your husband that you will quietly do what I want... otherwise I will see that you are shamed and dishonored for your adulteress ways!" The man whispered as he leaned into her ear.

His words had been carefully selected to gain her willful compliance—he would not need to force her to do anything—in fact, it would be better that she chose to do it herself. Baljeet knew it too... she did not need to feel the blade of a knife at her throat to do what he wanted, only to consider the punishment for adultery in her village and the death sentence it would attach to her husband's honor if caught.

"You are despicable. No one will believe you!" Baljeet said in response to the man. Perhaps a forceful reply would cause him to abandon his misguided attempt on her honor.

"Do you want to find out?" The man asked in a slow, cruel, calculated tone. Message delivered.

Baljeet looked up at the man and looked in the adjoining seats to see if anyone was awake or stirring about. Seeing no one within view and with her husband's view back to her seat completely obscure by the baggage area, Baljeet cursed the man several times in Punjabi as she reached for his erect cock. The man slid closer to Baljeet so that she lay with easy access to his lap, obviously positioning herself to give the man a blowjob.

"Do not make the mistake of getting my cum on my pants." he said to her.

Baljeet's mind flashed with rage when the man reached directly inside her saree and began fondling her breasts with one of his hands while she brought her face to his cock. "Bastard!" she thought to herself before thinking of her husband and her desire to get this over with as quickly as possible.

She began stroking the man's cock and noticed the size and girth of his cock were very similar to Mahindar's. Although she had no desire to please the man in any kind of emotional or physical way, she already decided that giving her best efforts would cause the man to cum more quickly and reduce the chance of being discovered so she indeed did her best to excite him.
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Baljeet licked the man's cock shaft down to his balls while rubbing and twisting her fist in a pumping motion over the head of his cock, and then she moved further down and licked and gently sucked his balls while stretching the sliding motion of her pump-twist on his cock to go all the way from his head to the base of his cock.


"It's smart of you to do it so well." the man whispered, "your husband is a lucky man."

She felt him already beginning to buck his hips up to meet her downstrokes on his cock and she wondered if he might cum straight away just from her handjob and from playing with her tits... she didn't leave it to chance however, preferring to end it as quickly as possible—and so she began sliding her lips sideways up and down the shaft of his cock—his fevered anticipation building the closer her lips came to his cockhead. Baljeet knew he was desperate for to slide her open mouth far enough up his shaft that he could poke the head of his cock past her lips and she continued pumping his cock with her fist at the base and her tongue flicking away past her lips.

When she finally neared the head of the man's throbbing erection, Baljeet looked up into the man's face and washed her tongue over and around the head of his cock, rubbing the shaft along her bottom lip but not quite going down on him—had he been ready to cum, it would be the perfect position to shoot down her throat, but he held off a bit longer. His cock had grown a bit longer, quite a lot harder, and had swelled a bit thicker from pure lust and from her expert treatment—so much so that Baljeet knew that if she went down on him now he would likely explode in her mouth.

In her desire to ensure that the man would ejaculate quickly and escape her predicament, Baljeet decided it would be better to fully give in than to continue playing wait-and-see with the man's orgasm, so after an amazingly sensual buildup, she enveloped the head of his cock and sucked deeply, turning and pumping his throbbing shaft in her hands. She heard him moan and knew she would make him cum quickly so she upped her game even further to bring things to a close...

Baljeet began sliding her mouth up and down the man's shaft, from the head of his cock to as far down the shaft she could go without choking, keeping her fingers next to her lips to increase his sensation as she fucked him with her mouth. Still, the man did not cum... Only time and the man's stamina would dictate when he came and released her at this point, so she maintained her focus and kept him in complete sensory overload to try to bring it to a close.

A few moments became a few minutes, and a few minutes became a lifetime to her, though, as the man incredibly remained erect and aroused, and completely into it but did not cum. She changed positions to add more downward pressure on his erection—it frequently made her husband cum and finally after what had actually been about 20 minutes of nonstop fist-pumping, cock-sucking perfection, the man leaned over and whispered, "You have done well."

Baljeet knew what the man meant—she could feel him holding back but losing control... his body began shaking and she could feel his balls tightening and the underside of the man's cock spasming, then pulsing powerfully. Long, thick blasts of cum began splashing against the back of her throat and settling on her tongue—ropes of the gooey hot cum filled her mouth, and cognizant of his desire to remain clean, she sucked hard and swallowed quickly. As frequently as he pulsed into her mouth, she consumed his load—his hips bucking up into her face with abandon until his rhythm finally slowed, then stopped.

Baljeet kept the man in her mouth until he fully softened and as she hoped he would do, he quickly pulled up his pants and made his way towards the front of the bus, leaving her alone on her bench with her thoughts and a belly full of cum. Scared to even peek over her seat for fear of finding anyone else's gaze, she lay there for a while, gathering herself and thinking through what had just happened.

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She considered going up a few rows to be with Mahindar, but did not know what she would say to him or what reason she would give for waking him, so she chose instead to stay put and hope the next several hours would pass and become part of her past. Looking back on it now, this was a critical mistake for her—because in the moments that passed while she thought things through, another man—younger and fitter than the first came up behind her and sat immediately next to her, resting his hand on her thigh.


"Do not worry," the main said calmly to her, "I am the only person on the bus who knows what you've just done, and I know you and I both are better off if we never speak about it."

Baljeet looked confused, trying to decide what the man intended although he made it immediately clear as he reached into her saree and pulled both of her boobs completely out and into what little light the moonless sky could manage through the windows of the old bus.

"That's right." he said to her as she failed to find the words to question him. "I see that you are more than an expert at sucking cock, and I intend to have your pleasures for myself."

Baljeet stared in utter disbelief at the man's brazen request... he literally had nothing to do to coerce her—the man before had done it. He need only recognize it... call attention to it... and the result was the same.

Baljeet looked forward towards the front of the bus—hoping, praying that Mahindar was standing in the aisle, waiting to beat this man down... but there wasn't another man awake on the bus except the driver. She looked around behind her and realized (perhaps mercifully) that the rear of the bus was completely empty except for the man next to her and herself. He looked down at the slight bulge in his pants and said, "I think you know what to do."

"Please tell me you'll go away when we're done." Baljeet pleaded.

"Of course. When I'm done." the man replied.

Baljeet felt angry now at Mahindar for splitting apart on the bus although she admitted she told him to seek out a more comfortable seat... still, she was about to give another blowjob to a complete stranger and she hated the fact that a dark part of her really enjoyed the pure wanton lust the last man exhibited—how completely rock-hard he had become, and how purely he seemed to enjoy her best efforts. She tried to banish any thoughts of enjoyment from her mind, but agreed her strategy to do her best had generally served her well and that she would try again with the stranger before her.

Baljeet unwrapped the top of her saree and gave the man easier access to her large, full breasts, which he immediately pawed with his hands, and then she reached for his pants. As it was about three in the morning, she was sure most people would be out at least until sunrise, so she had no worries about anyone randomly making their way back to their part of the bus... with this in mind, she unzipped the man and pulled his pants and his boxers to the floor so that she could more easily access his cock and balls.

Before she could lean forward and begin giving the man his blowjob, he pushed Baljeet onto her back and knelt over her, pawing her boobs and kissing them... licking them... sucking her nipples and allowing his hands to roam all over her body... his lustful attention to her neck and breasts had the intended effect on her... he felt her chest heaving and her breathing intensify... he forced her to kiss him although he found her kissing tentative but passionate and he whispered into her ear, "Now suck me."

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Baljeet did not think about her own arousal—meaning, it wasn't front and center of her mind as a concept, but she clearly wanted to get this man's cock out of his pants and into her mouth. She pushed him back aggressively and licked up his left leg from his knee to the firm part of his pelvis above his cock... his public area was well manicured, she noticed, almost like the men she had seen in western porn movies... and she loved the clean feel to her tongue as she dragged it down the "treasure trail" from his belly button to his hardening cock.


Though not fully erect, it seemed long to her... she couldn't tell if he was actually bigger than Mahindar or not, but the absence of public hair gave her free access from the base to the tip as she dragged her tongue across it several times to wet it. To tease him she brought her lips around around the head of his cock and went down on him once to spread her saliva all over his cock, causing him to gasp at the wonderful feeling, but she quickly withdrew and brought her hands to his cock instead, looking up into his face as she worked them both over the head and shaft.

She looked up at him with her lips literally touching his stiffening rod, her left hand wrapped around the tip of his cock, her right hand wrapped around the base, both of them sliding up and down in unison but rotating clockwise and counter-clockwise in opposite directions on the upstroke and downstroke. He clearly enjoyed her attention and said, "that's so great, baby..." to her as he leaned back and gave her even easier access to his cock and balls.

Baljeet took his heavy breathing and moans that she was pushing the right buttons and she marveled at how hard and long the man was getting under her manual stimulation. With both of her small hands sliding up and down the length of his cock she found herself able to leave an inch or two at the tip or the base as she tugged up and down and decided to engulf his cock and see if she could bring him off quickly.

If the bus wasn't so loud and the people not so far away and fast asleep, someone might have heard the moan that escaped his lips as she followed her hands up and down his cock with her deeply sucking mouth and rapidly flicking tongue. She could taste his precum already and knew she probably wouldn't need the mouth-aching twenty-plus minute suck job her previous encounter required.

She was so sure he was going to cum in her mouth in under five minutes that she was a bit surprised when he adjusted his position, pulling himself out of her mouth, saying, "I want to feel your big bosoms."

"What?" Baljeet asked unsure of what he meant—after all his hands had been on her tits since they began.

"On my cock... I want you to wrap my cock in your tits... it's called tit-fucking." He said.

Baljeet knew what it was called, Mahindar loved doing it to her, frequently coming on her several times a week just by climbing on her chest and titfucking her until coming on her face or tits... but she felt momentarily robbed of bringing him off with her mouth. Even so, she was privately thrilled that he wanted to experience more of her, and that he loved her big boobs.

Wrapping her large, soft, brown mammaries around the man's long, throbbing shaft, Baljeet slowly slid her chest forwards and backwards, rocking her boobs over his erect cock to his obvious appreciation. He let her do him this way for a few minutes, then held her boobs with his own hands and adjusted his position so that he could fuck them with long strokes up and down at her face.

"Ajit." the man said as he titfucked the woman.

"I'm sorry?" Baljeet replied as he continued titfucking her.

"You may call me Ajit." he said.

She did not know what to do with the new information, but she replied, "I am Baljeet."

"I'm going to fuck you in the mouth now, Baljeet... do not use your hands." Ajit said to her.

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Ajit stood up, which would have shocked Baljeet completely but she knew the luggage area in front of them blocked them completely from view from the front of the bus, and he pushed her back against the divider and brought his cock to her lips. "Do not choke loudly although I doubt anyone will care." Ajit said as he held onto both of the railings in front of him and began sliding his long cock deeply into her mouth. The motion of the bus virtually assured that Ajit's cock would go ramming into the back of her throat and given the condition of the roads, that Baljeet would deep-throat him or else.


She gagged roughly several times in the beginning, but in a measure of fear of being discovered, and in a measure of pride at her own dick-sucking abilities, Baljeet quickly relaxed her throat and adjusted the tilt of her head to allow him to freely throat-fuck her with abandon. When she realized how adept she had become at orally pleasuring the man in front of her, Baljeet took great satisfaction in feeling him quickly coming to orgasm. She felt a rush when he steadied himself with his left hand over her and with a fistful of her hair in his right, he began wildly face-fucking her to his finish.

Pounding her throat with one or two long, powerful strokes each second, Ajit began cumming inside her mouth and throat and groaning as he did so, depositing almost as much cum in her mouth as the first man but with even more vigor. He slowed his motions against her face and finally rested with his cock lodged in her throat before pulling out and sitting down, exhausted.

Ajit's erection listed a little to the side and rested on his left leg, but never fully subsided, a condition she had seen in her husband a few times, and she hoped he would consider their encounter complete and abandon her to her solitude but she surmised otherwise when he pulled her to the seat with him and leaned her down into his crotch and said, "do it some more."

"But Ajit, you have just been given my best blowjob, fucked my big bosoms, and then fucked my throat like any other woman's pussy... surely you have had enough? Have I not given you what you wanted?" Baljeet asked.

"I told you I would leave you... when I was done. And as you can see, my cock yet stirs. You may satisfy me with a blowjob if you try, but I believe it longs to fuck you." Ajit replied.

Even though Baljeet had been thrilled by the beautiful cock in her mouth and between her tits earlier, the thought of fucking him seemed a bridge too far completely to her.

"I'm fertile... I can't do that!" Baljeet pleaded.

"Baljeet... Baljeet, I know you are not naïve, so I will say this only once before moving forward two rows to find your husband... there is a way we can fuck where you stand no chance of conceiving no matter how much I cum inside you." Ajit said in a measured but impactful tone.

Baljeet thought about Ajit's words and at first thought he meant more face-fucking before she felt his hands on her ample ass.

"Do you mean to bugger me? I won't stand for it!" Baljeet insisted.

Ajit stood and gathered his clothes as if to leave her company—she knew exactly what he was saying to her without needing to open his mouth.

"Ajit, please, no! I'll do it, damn you!" Baljeet pleaded.

"Then indeed you will stand for it. Here, grab the rails." Ajit insisted.

She had no idea he would move so fast—he practically dragged her to her feet and spun her to face the divider separating the luggage racks from her seat. Ajit took each of her hands in his and brought them to the left and right rails... he moved behind her and pulled the rest of her saree to the floor at her feet. Her panties were quickly yanked to her knees. She felt his erection rubbing up and down the crack of her ass, stopping longer and longer against her tightly clinched back door.

"Please... my purse... I have a small tube of moisturizing oil for my hands..." She begged.

"Face forward." Ajit demanded as she tried to look back at him.

Baljeet stared at the bulkhead divider until she felt his wet, slippery finger forcing its way into her tight back door. She heard her tube of moisturizer sputtering its contents into his hand again, then she felt him come up behind her. She knew what was next, his delayed advance on her anus only raising her nervousness...

"Unghhhhhhh." Ajit moaned as he slowly pressed the tip of his long cock into the deep pit of her lubed back door—Baljeet hoping the bus didn't lurch and cause him to plow the entirety of his cock up her ass in one shot—worried sick she would wake the entire bus with her scream... Ajit was thoughtful about the prospect of them being discovered, so he too held the rails in front of her as he pushed forward.

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Ajit moved his well lubed right hand down to her pussy and began fingering her and rubbing her clit while pushing slowly into her unwilling back door. "You'd better relax and let me in, or I'm going to grab you by the hips and ram it up your ass until you scream." Ajit hissed at her.


Baljeet tried to quickly become an expert in anal sex, although truth be told she had little experience doing it with Mahindar and generally denied his occasional advances in this area. Still, she had allowed Mahindar to have anal sex with her at least twice, and so she knew what to generally expect. The lubricant did its job... Ajit's constant pressure did the rest.

Soon, Ajit was moving slowly in and out of Baljeet's tight butt and moaning dirty things into her ears... he called her names, he told her all the ways he wanted to fuck her, and he said the most shocking thing of all to her as he rubbed her clit, "I can tell you love it."

She didn't respond to him with words, about any of it... the anal sex was uncomfortable to her, bordering on painful, but only just—and she found herself tolerating it better and better as the time passed and as he gently slid in and out of her from behind. He told her he was going to take his time... he knew they had hours before anyone would stir... He told her he loved "...buttfucking a woman standing against a wall..." and knowing she was now fully accustomed to his cock in her ass, really began picking up the force and pace of his strokes.

He held her huge boobs in his hands while he fucked her... he held onto her hips for a different time... he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back into him, but he never eased up, never really slowed up... he just kept pounding her in the ass, and he kept her ass well-lubed.

After a long time had passed, Ajit made her kneel on their seat and face the back of the bus. He easily slid into her ass in this position and resumed his steady, methodical pounding of her ass. He repeated the same rotation of positions with her, holding her hips, her tits, her hair... pulling, pushing, fucking... pounding.

Finally, Ajit put Baljeet on her back and climbed between her legs... She covered her pussy but secretly hoped he would take her there, but he slid down to her asshole and pressed easily inside, anally fucking her in the missionary position and paying extra attention to her breasts and nipples with his hands and mouth. He continued anally fucking her as he turned his attention to her neck, and then to her mouth, kissing her passionately while steadily plunging the length of his cock in and out of her well-used ass.

"I need to cum soon." Ajit said to her, picking up his pace, "and there's no place to clean up... do you want me to cum in your ass or in your mouth?"

Baljeet knew she didn't want his dick in her mouth after so long inside her ass, but she did not want his cum running into her panties or all over her seat so she told him, "Please cum in my mouth."

Ajit pulled out of her ass and climbed up on top of her face, straddling her shoulders and aimed his cock into her grudgingly opened mouth. She shuddered as he began sliding his stiff, lubricated cock in and out of her mouth but quickly exchanged her feelings of revulsion with weird feelings of... pride? She wasn't sure, but she was excited to feel him building up to another orgasm... she always loved it when Mahindar came for her, and she had clearly loved it when the first man and then Ajit had cum earlier. She began pumping his cock with both of her hands as he groaned and looked down into her eyes, until she felt waves of semen shooting from his balls into her mouth. His cock pulsed in throbbing, great pulses, and she felt and tasted his cum blasting into her mouth in an orgasm as long and intense as their anal fuck session had been...

Completely spent, Ajit collapsed and lay on top of Baljeet for a long while, almost until the first glow of the sun began easing the darkness in the windows around them.

Baljeet knew she should be angry about what she had endured, but truthfully, she would be happy if she could make it off of the bus with her husband with her anonymity and life intact. Ajit left her after he dressed and after she did the same, without so much as a goodbye. She sat and looked out of the window for an unknown period of time, watching the night sky give way to shades of purple, then red, then yellow as the first sunlight pierced her eyes. Half an hour later, most everyone was stirring, and her husband Mahindar made his way to the back of the bus to check on his wife.

"Did you sleep okay?" Mahindar asked as they gathered their belongings while they neared their stop.

"I did not sleep much at all." Baljeet truthfully replied.

"Bad dreams?" Mahindar asked as he kissed his wife on her hand.

"Something like that." Baljeet said, looking at the floor and seeing her empty squeeze bottle of moisturizing lotion laying just under the seat.

They stepped off the bus on the outskirts of their village and Baljeet hoped she could leave the last night in her past forever even as she noticed Ajit and the man who took her first getting off from the front of the bus and watching her walk away.

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Sneha , the cheating wife

Hi my name is Sneha and I am 23 years old. I've been married to Sriram for 3 years, and although our sex life is okay it is the rest of his family that really turns me on.

It started before we were married, his father Sridhar is somewhat of a playboy, many were the times that he would give me a big hug and grab a quick feel of my butt when he could.

I never told Sriram about these instances because I didn't want to start any trouble between him and his old man.

Because of my silence Sridhar became increasing braver. Several times he "accidentally" copped a feel of my tits. I was a virgin when I married, having saved myself for my husband.

Our wedding was beautiful, and the reception was great except for the fact that Sriram had way too much to drink.

We had taken a room in the same hotel as the reception so that our wedding night would be memorable, and then I found myself with a dead drunk husband. I didn't know what I would do; my wedding night sex would be ruined by his over indulgence. Sridhar helped me get Sriram up to our suite. I was almost in tears, unable to wake him and Sridhar consoled me saying that he would just have to sleep it off. I had had a fair bit to drink as well and soon found myself telling Sridhar how I had saved myself for this night and now disappointed I was.

I don't know how it happened, but somehow Sridhar's lips found their way to mine and he explained how he understood. I was in shock as he stood and began to strip naked explaining that as Sriram couldn't perform; he had the family honor to protect. It was like I was in a daze. I saw him standing before me naked with his rather large cock standing erect between us. I reached out and stroked his cock while he slowly undid my wedding dress until it fell to the floor.

I stood in my bra and panties before him. He kissed me deeply as he released my bra allowing my large breasts to swing free before his gaze. Then he gently took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked it until them both stood erect and straining.

I had never let Sriram do that to me because I was afraid that we wouldn't be able to control ourselves. And to have a man do that to my nipples was driving me crazy.

I felt me knees wobbling and my heart pounding in my chest, as he kept sucking on one nipple then the other.

With his other hand he slid my panties down and I stepped out of them. Now I was naked in front my father in- law.

He broke our embrace and I watched as he pushed Sriram to one side of the bed, then he guided me down onto my back beside my passed out husband.

My legs instinctively spread and the next thing I knew he was between them eating me out.

I couldn't believe how good it felt, how good he was! I came 3 times before he stopped and moved up to kiss me.

I could taste my own juices on his lips. I had never dreamed of tasting myself on a mans lips before, it was just so... wonderful!

Then Sridhar rolled over onto his side and gently pulled me over to him. He slowly pulled my head to the tip of his cock and as I felt the velvety skin of it touch my lips he pushed his cock into my mouth.

Another experience that I had never thought about doing before. But for some reason I didn't mind it, I sucked his hard shaft, cradling and massaging his balls in my cold hands. But before he could come, he stopped me and withdrew from my mouth.

"I want to fuck that beautiful cunt of yours," he said.

I only moaned my approval as he took his position between my legs. He began rubbing his cock head up and down my slit, tempting me until I finally told him to put it in me. No, I begged him to fuck me, I was so turned on by all these first-time feeling that were raging through my body, all of the feelings that my father in-law was giving me.

He told me to put it in, and I reached between my legs and guided him into me. With a slow forceful push it began to stretch me open and finally entered my tight pussy.

I had long ago lost my hymen due to frequent masturbation but it was still painful. I didn't mind because the pain felt somehow good, I encouraged him to take me completely. I blush now thing about the things I said to him in my new found lust.

When he was about half way in me, he suddenly thrust hard, burring himself in me to the balls. It knocked the headboard of the bed loudly against the wall. He remained buried to the root allowing my body to adapt to his size.

I could feel him throbbing inside me; I think he was doing it on purpose. Then he slowly began to fuck me.

My body began to adapt and I called out to him to fuck me harder. I was incredibly wet, and incredibly turned on by this man on top of me.

He began to pound relentlessly into my cunt, his balls smacking against my ass with every in thrust. I was delirious in rapture, telling him that I loved him and to fuck me harder.
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He pulled my legs over his shoulders and began to pound me like a madman. I could feel him deep within me. Then he asked me whether I was on any birth control.


I told him I was not, but that I didn't care, I begged him not to pull out, I begged him to come inside me.

At that moment all I wanted was to keep feeling the wonderful filling sensation of his cock buried deep inside me, it was an experience that I had never even dreamed of having before. Even my masturbation sessions had never been this good.

He just smiled and continued to hammer away at my cunt as I came again and again. Then he buried himself fully in me, His body tensed, as his swollen cock strained. Then I felt his body shake, and I heard him groan in release. Then I felt his come rocketing up inside me. He must have come for a full minute, every burst making him contract his butt forcing his seed further into my well fucked body.

I knew instinctively at that moment that he had impregnated me; I had timed my wedding well, wanting my husband to seed me on our big day. I didn't care; all that was important was that I had been fucked marvelously...

I looked beside me as I lay there in my afterglow, my father in-laws cock still buried inside me. I could feel him beginning to shrink and I just looked at my now snoring husband with contempt.

Fuck you I thought.

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Wife & The Doctor

My wife is originally from India. When I married her, she was in her early twenties and her family had just immigrated to the US. Having been raised in a conservative background, she was always very shy about her body. I was always looking for ways to make her less inhibited. I wanted her to wear more revealing clothes, and to show off more of her body. I always found it a turn-on to have other men look at her. She had a slim, tight body and never failed to get attention from men wherever she went.

I had to transfer to a new job a few years after our marriage. As part of the transfer, I had to switch to a new HMO and had to select a primary doctor for my wife and I. For some reason, I always found it exciting to think of a male doctor examining female patients. I looked through the list of doctors with their pictures provided by my insurance company and deliberately picked out a white male doctor who looked like a hunk, and signed him up as my wife's doctor.

My wife had to make a preliminary visit to see him just to get the paperwork done. She was a little uneasy about going to him because up until then she had only been to female doctors, both in India and in the US. I did not tell her that I had picked out the doctor for her. She thought that she was assigned to him at random. On the first visit, she had to fill out some forms and the doctor asked her about her medical and family history. After she came back from the visit, she told me all about the doctor and mentioned that he seemed like a very friendly guy.

Afterwards, I sent her to see the doctor a few times, usually for minor allergy problems that she used to have occasionally. He usually asked her to come back for another visit to follow-up on the medication she was taking. He also asked her to schedule a complete physical, but she was nervous about it and kept postponing it. I was quite excited by the idea and tried to encourage her to have the physical. She then confessed to me that she thought the doctor was starting to flirt with her during her office visits. She said that he commented on her looks and figure, and often asked personal questions. I told her that it seemed harmless to me and that she should have the physical if she thought that he was a good doctor.

My wife visited him several more times but she never made an appointment for her physical. After a few months, I happened to meet the doctor at the lobby of his clinic when I went to pick up my wife after one of her visits. He was a very impressive guy, tall and fit, with a firm handshake and a friendly smile. He looked older than he did in his photograph; he was probably in his mid-forties. After I talked with him about my wife's allergies for a while, I happened to mention to him that she was a good cook. He said that he was fond of Indian food, and would like to try her cooking sometime. I offered that he was welcome to come over for dinner to our house sometime. To my surprise, he took me up on the offer.

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The doctor came over to see us the following weekend. My wife wasn't very happy that I had invited him home, but she still cooked a big meal for him. When he came over, she was wearing a simple ankle-length skirt and blouse, and she had her long hair tied in a knot. She was very petite and slim, and looked almost like a teenager. During dinner, I caught the doctor often stealing appreciative glances at her body. He complimented my wife on her cooking, and then continued to compliment her on her looks and figure. He said that he found Indian girls to be very attractive. My wife started blushing and it seemed like she was starting to like the attention she was getting from him.


He asked me more questions about her and how I met and married her. I told him truthfully that she was a virgin when I married her, and that she had not been with any other guy before or since. My wife blushed deeply when I said it, and pretended to be angry with me. I was starting to get turned on by my wife's embarrassment and decided to take this as far as I could.

After we finished dinner, he spotted a family picture of my wife on the wall. She was wearing a sari in the photo. He told her that she looked lovely in the photo, and said that he would have liked to see her wearing a sari. I asked my wife to go and change to a sari. She was reluctant, but I insisted and she left us to go and change. I poured the doctor a drink, and we went to the living room to watch some TV. We continued to talk about my wife, and he said that I was a lucky man to have a wife as attractive as her. I thanked him for the compliment and told him that my wife had told me good things about him and that I was glad to have him as her doctor. Somehow I was getting turned on by the idea that he was obviously attracted to my wife who was much younger than him.

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My wife joined us after a while wearing a beautiful red sari and stood before us. He immediately went to her to have a closer look. My wife had untied her long flowing hair. It reached nearly till her hips, and covered much of her back. He held her hair up with both hands to look at the sari closely. Since her blouse was cut low in the back, much of her shoulder was bare. She started blushing again, very aware of the show she was giving to both of us.


He then asked her how the sari is worn, and I explained that most of it is wrapped around her waist and one end is placed over the shoulder. He was surprised that there were no buttons or snaps to hold it in place, and gently lifted the end of the sari that was covering her shoulder and moved it away from her body. The small blouse that she wore under the sari was tight and made of very thin cloth and the outline of her bra and the shape of her breasts were clearly visible. She didn't expect him to do this so quickly, and she protested mildly, folding her arms across her breasts to cover up. I told her not to be shy since he is her doctor. She reluctantly dropped her hands giving him a good look at her figure.

My wife has relatively small breasts, but they were firm and well shaped, and a hint of her perky nipples was visible from even under her bra. The blouse was cut low in the front as well, and a little bit of her cleavage was visible. The blouse reached just below her breasts and her midriff was bare. She always wore her sari below her waistline, and since she had a very small waist, her navel and belly looked gorgeous above the folds of the sari.

He then dropped the end of the sari to the floor, and asked her to turn around, to give us a view from all sides. I already had a boner and was starting to wonder how far this would go. He asked her what she wore under the sari. She first blushed and pretended to be mad at him for asking, but then told him she wore a skirt. He knelt beside her and slowly raised the lower folds of the sari to reveal a little of her petticoat (underskirt) in matching red. He lifted her skirt to her knee, exposing the smooth skin of her calves. He then playfully asked her what she had on under the skirt. She didn't answer him, but she blushed deeply. He pretended to put a hand up her skirt, but she wiggled free of his grasp and got away from him. She looked flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. He let her go, and we sat down again.

She then re-adjusted her sari and sat on the couch next to where we were sitting. I asked the doctor about the medication she was taking. He said that he had recommended a full physical for my wife, but that she had failed to schedule an appointment. He looked disapprovingly at my wife, and she started stammering an apology. I asked him what kind of tests she needed to have done. He said that she would need a basic exam and some special tests based on her medical and family history.

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He then asked me whether we use birth control and if I wanted to get my wife started on birth control pills. I told him that we had been using condoms till then and that it would be a great idea for her to start taking pills since neither of us liked condoms much. My wife turned red as the conversation turned very intimate. The doctor said that he would have to give her a pelvic exam and a breast exam before he could write a prescription and offered to make an appointment at his clinic for a physical for her the next week. My wife seemed nervous upon hearing this but she did not have much choice at this point.


I told him that my wife was embarrassed about having a physical from a male doctor, but that it was perfectly OK by me. He said that it is quite normal to be nervous during a physical the first time, but that I was welcome to accompany her during the exam if it would help make her more comfortable. This sounded very exciting to me and I eagerly agreed. I joked with him later about how nice it was to be able to see many girls naked as part of his work. He admitted that it was interesting for him, but that most of his female patients were old women and it was nice to have a pretty girl like my wife to be his patient. My wife blushed upon hearing this and she seemed pleased to hear the compliment.

The doctor called us the next day to confirm the appointment for my wife's physical a few days later. It was unusual that he was handling the appointment himself instead of letting his office do it. It was clear to me that he was quite eager to have her in for the physical. I was eagerly looking forward to it as well. On the day of her physical, my wife spent considerable time getting ready, and I noticed that she had groomed herself meticulously. She wore a floral blouse and a flowing skirt that reached just above her ankles. She wore her best makeup and perfume and had given herself a manicure and a pedicure. I could tell that she was nervous and a little excited at the same time.

At the clinic, we were taken to the examination room where a nurse came in first and measured her height and weight and then took her temperature, pulse and blood pressure. She then left and then the doctor came in to talk to us briefly. After some small talk, he pointed to the gown provided by the clinic and told my wife that she could change into the gown if she wanted to, or she could just keep her street clothes on if she was more comfortable that way. He then left us, presumably to give her time to change. My wife looked at the skimpy gown and decided against wearing it.
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The doctor came back after a few minutes. He was his usual friendly self and he kept up the small talk as he started examining her. He first checked her eyes, ears and throat. He examined her neck and shoulders, and listened to her heart and lungs with a stethoscope. He then asked her to lie on her back on the examining table, and raised her blouse till her abdomen was fully exposed. He started feeling up her abdomen firmly with his fingers. My wife trembled slightly at his touch. He explained as he examined her liver, spleen and other internal organs thoroughly, at times inserting his finger under the waistband of her skirt and panties. He then asked her to turn over to lie on her stomach. He raised her blouse to the middle of her back, and examined her kidneys and spine.


He then asked my wife to get up and undress to her waist for her breast exam. She hesitated a bit, and then sat up on the table and started undoing the snaps on the front of her blouse. I helped her to remove it off her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra. She undid the snaps at the back of the bra, took it off and sat up, with her hands crossed in her lap. Her embarrassment at sitting topless in front of the two of us was obvious. She looked very attractive and vulnerable at the same time. My wife has nicely shaped breasts with perky dark nipples, which stood out clearly. He asked her to raise her right hand and then started checking her right breast. With his bare hands, he felt up her underarm and all around her breast in a circular motion with three fingers pressing the flesh of her breasts. He asked her if she ever had a discharge from her nipple. She said no, but he still pressed a finger on her nipple, bending it to one side and lightly squeezing it. He then lowered her arm. He repeated the same with her left breast, while holding up her left hand over her head with his other hand. He asked her if she ever did breast self-exams and she said no. He said that she should do them regularly in the same way that he just did, and placed his hand again on her breast to show her the area to cover.

He told her she could put her clothes back on. I watched as my wife put her bra back on and then I helped her with her blouse. He then told her that he would do the pelvic exam next, and that she could keep her skirt on and just remove her underwear. She blushed upon hearing this, and reluctantly got down from the table. She then awkwardly reached under her skirt to lower her panties. As she stepped out of them, I noticed that they were lacy black panties that matched her bra. He helped her to get up on the table and asked her to lie down and then slide down the table. He raised her skirt to the waist and gently spread her knees apart. He lifted each of her feet onto the supports on the examination table . He then switched on the spotlight directly above the examination table. My wife's legs, thighs and pubic area were completely exposed, and her light brown skin glowed in the spotlight. Her pussy was very smooth and cleanly shaven, which is the way she usually kept it. It seemed that she had waxed or shaved her legs especially well for her exam, because she did not have a single hair visible anywhere.

After talking briefly about pelvic exams, he spread her pussy lips gently apart. He ran his finger along the outer labia and spread them open a little. He spread a drop of lubricant on his fingers and inserted his index finger into her pussy gently. I thought it was unusual that he did not wear gloves as I had expected. He explained what he was doing as he went on examining her insides for a while. Her pussy lips were slightly moist and I noticed that his finger too was moist when he withdrew them. He explained that he was going to examine her cervix. He rolled one finger around her cervix and pressed it lightly against it. My wife squirmed a little, but he continued. He then also added his middle finger and I watched excitedly as his fingers disappeared inside her pussy. He said that he was trying to check her uterus and ovaries for any abnormalities. He had big hands and I found it very arousing to see two of his fingers inserted up to the third knuckle inside her pussy. He twisted his fingers around inside her pussy, checking it from every direction. With his fingers inside her pussy, he felt up her hairless pubic area with his left hand, pressing down firmly with his fingers.
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He then got a speculum and gradually inserted it in her while holding her pussy lips apart with the other hand. She winced when she felt the cold material entering her. I was amazed at the view he had of my wife, with her legs spread obscenely apart and her cleanly shaven pussy on display, held open with the speculum so that he could see deep inside her pussy. The insides of her pussy looked very moist and pink. My wife looked a little uncomfortable and nervous, but it seemed that she had gotten over her initial embarrassment. He checked her cervix closely with the speculum, and took a sample for a Pap smear test.


He then said that he would next check her rectum for hemorrhoids or other abnormalities. She had clearly not expected this and neither had I. He removed her feet from the supports and asked her to turn over and lie on her stomach. I watched excitedly as she turned over and he raised her skirt to expose her buttocks and thighs completely. She has a nicely rounded bottom, and it was a stunning sight to watch my wife's ass being so clearly exposed in the spotlight. He separated her legs a bit till her anal area and even her pussy was clearly exposed. He left her in this embarrassing position to go to the cupboard to get a pair of latex gloves. He put on the gloves, then squeezed out some lubricant and smeared some on his gloved index finger. He spread her butt cheeks apart with his left hand and inserted his index finger gently into her ass. My wife gasped and grabbed the edge of the table tightly as she was not used to any anal contact. He told her to relax her muscles as he inserted the finger all the way in and rolled it around inside her. He continued to check for about a minute. When he was done, he took some tissue and wiped the excess lubricant from her anal area.

He wrapped up the rest of the exam in another few minutes. After he was done, he helped her get down from the table. She put her panties back on and sat up on the table. He explained more about the birth control pills, gave her some free samples, and asked her to start taking the pills every day. He told us to use condoms for another month because it would take a few weeks for the pill to be effective.

I found the whole procedure quite arousing and couldn't wait to get back home to fuck her. When we got home, I was pleasantly surprised to find her to be quite responsive to my caresses. As I entered her, I found her to be as wet as she had ever been.

After a couple of days, my wife called me at work one evening and excitedly told me that the doctor had called to tell her that her test results were normal. She had talked to him for a while on the phone, and he had ended up inviting himself for dinner. He was on his way to our house and she was cooking dinner in a hurry.

I deliberately stayed at work for another hour and took my time getting home. When I got home, I found them in the kitchen. He was tasting the food she had prepared. My wife's face was all red, and it seemed like there was some intense flirting going on.

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We had a nice dinner and I found that our conversation had become much more intimate no doubt partly because he had seen my wife naked just a couple of days ago. He asked us if we were still using condoms as he had told us to. I told him that we have been using condoms every day. My wife blushed at the implication of what I said. He told her that she would probably enjoy sex more after we stop using condoms, because she would be able to feel it better. This kind of talk was turning me on, although my wife was painfully embarrassed. I told him that we sometimes have sex without a condom when it is a safe time of the month for her. I said that she likes it better when we do it without a condom, but that I do not come inside her for fear of her becoming pregnant.


He then asked me if she enjoys sex. I told him that she usually does not come during sex, but she climaxes easily when I finger her or when I go down on her. My wife was so embarrassed she covered her face with her hands, but we ignored her. He asked next if we use a lubricant or whether she has enough natural lubrication. I said that we usually use some lubricant, but that we don't need it if I caress her long enough, because then she gets quite wet.

He then asked me if I wanted him to check her out to make sure everything was all right. He had a slightly evil grin on his face that told me that he wanted to more than just check her. It sounded good to me however, and I told him to go ahead. He got up and sat next to her on the couch. He put his arm around her and gave her a hug and a quick kiss on her lips. She looked at me like she couldn't believe what he was doing, but I told her it was all right. He asked me again if it was OK to kiss her and I smiled to indicate my approval. He held her head with both his hands and started kissing her in earnest. I thought it was best to leave them alone for a minute, so I excused myself pretending to go to the bathroom.

When I came back, he had picked her up and placed her on his lap, and he was still kissing her deeply. She had her eyes closed and mouth open. His tongue was exploring her mouth and she seemed to be melting in his arms. I wasn't bothered at all by this and in fact found it very sexy to watch them together. I dimmed the lights and sat on a chair at the other end of the room and watched them intently. I watched as he held her head with one hand, and put his other hand under her top to caress her breasts over her bra. I could tell that my wife was very excited and she seemed to tremble at his touch. Very soon he raised her hands to remove her top over her head, and then slowly unhooked the thin white bra she had on and let it fall to the floor. She seemed giddy with excitement, and eagerly opened her mouth again as he continued to kiss her.
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