I cursed my husband for the millionth time as it got darker and there was no sign of the bus. I was coming to the village for the first time from the city and instead of coming to pick me up, my husband had ordered me to catch the bus to the village, it was getting darker and there was no sign of it.I felt very self conscious as I was dressed in a white saree for a friend's birthday party theme. It clung to my body and revealed every curve enticingly. But by the time the birthday party was over it was too late and I had no time to change. At least I didn't have any luggage. Just my purse.I sighed in relief as I saw the bus coming in the distance around 8 pm. It was filled heavily with villagers going home for the weekend and I managed to squeeze in. I was instantly assaulted by the horrible sweaty smell. They were all most likely lowly labourers. There were no empty seats and people cursed in coarse language as I squeezed in. Most of them were drunk and impatient. I managed to squeeze

"ஸார், என்ன பண்றதுன்னே தெரியல. நல்லா மழையில் மாட்டிகிட்டேன்" என்றேன் செல் ஃபோனில் அவசரம் அவசரமாக. கை கடிகாரத்தை பார்த்தேன். மழையில் கைகடிகாரம் நன்றாக நனைந்து இருந்தது. மணி இரவு 8. 00. எங்கும் இருள். மழை வேறு ஊற்றிக் கொண்டு இருந்தது. காலையில் இருந்தே தூறிக் கொண்டு இருந்தது. மதியத்தில் இருந்து கன மழை. சென்னையில் இப்படி மழை பெய்து இருக்குமா என்று சந்தேகம்தான். மழையென்றால்

Mom had promised me that she and I would celebrate my eighteenth birthday at our cabin by the mountainside. I was eagerly looking forward for the occasion. I had always loved to visit our old little cabin, situated at the foothills. I also knew that perhaps it would be our last holidaying together for this season.With the winters were about to go, but the whether was still very cold. We all were looking forward for the upcoming summers. Within weeks the weather would slowly start getting warm and pleasant, it would not be long, before our small hillside town would be flocked by tourists.Mom would be very busy for the remaining season. Mom was a tourist guide as well as a rock-climbing coach. During the lean seasons, she worked part time at a local gym, teaching fat rich ladies the art of getting slim. However, in the summers, she would take a break from her gymnasium and do what she liked most, hiking and teaching people about rock climbing and mountaineering.Our little town is a

It was an unbearably hot summer night. The kind where you feel fortunate about being able to afford accommodation with air-conditioning. And thankfully, this hotel had air-conditioning."Decent sized room." Ajay in front of me said as we walked in. "But just one double bed.""I will get you some gaddis." the hotel bellboy said and handed me the keys."So...4 guys spending in a hotel room. Reminds me of bachelor days." Neel said and laughed. We all laughed politely.The four of us didn't really know each other too well. I barely knew their names. When you are thrown together with practical strangers in such a situation, you tend to laugh a little extra at jokes. While we were laughing, Anuj stretched out on the bed, as if to say to us, I'm sleeping here. He lived in America, so similar to the habits of his adopted country, he just occupied whatever territory he liked. His expresion said, the three of you decide who sleeps next to me and who sleeps on the gaddis on the floor. Soon the

Next morning, as Tarun got up at around 9 AM already late for office, he looked over to Purva who was fast asleep. He could not help but look at her gorgeous wife wearing nothing sleeping on the bed with her legs spread wide. He noticed the wet patch under the her pussy and instantly realized Purva must have fucked herself to an orgasm while he was asleep. Nowadays, it was common occurence for Purva to wake up in the middle of the night and finger herself as she went about getting fucked like a street whore by all the cheap guys.He did not want to disturb her from her sleep as he knew she needed a lot of rest. Her body was completely sore as he could see bite and hand marks over her thighs and her boobs as well as her stomach. Her pussy was moist and quite red owing to the fact that she was completely raped mercilessly by all those horny men.Tarun could not resist his raging hard on, so he lightly touched his sexy wife's pussy with his hands. It was still so moist, that he felt she

Needless to say I was pretty disappointed about what Pushkar did. True that I asked him to get us out as soon as possible, but come on! I was at my sexual peak! Damn! I knew Pushkar too knew that, but this was so unlike Pushkar. He always loved to exhibit me as a whore and given that Mishra ji, Kesava and Paresh were all his close friends and the hotness of the situation, I would never have expected Pushkar to cut it off so soon. I was completely sure they were going to gangbang me however they wanted.Anyway, so there was nothing I could do now, though I wished Pushkar took me back to the cheap hut to get me fucked by all of them.So as we were walking, I realized that my panty was completely drenched with my leaked pussy juices. The juices were infact still flowing heavily. It seemed like it took me a long time these days to get rid of the sexual inertia. Pushkar too was clearly horny from all the things he and his friends had been doing to me.As we kept walking, I could catch sight

I had Savitri in my mind while I was driving to work. I liked her innocent face, but god was she busty. Having such a sexy wife like Purva, I almost always thought about her and her voluptuous body whenever I was aroused. But now, the thought of savaging a woman like Savitri didn't skip my mind.Due to Purva's exciting 'interactions' with the construction guys and her sluttiness, I could not really get the time to work at my usual pace in office. I was either too excited about what was going to happen to Purva on that particular day or get too aroused about how slutty my wife had become.Since the prospect of Sajid and his entourage coming to our place to have fun with Purva was not bright today, I finally had some peace. I decided to catch up with my work, lest I get sacked.My hands toyed with my mobile to ring up Purva and ask her about her situation. Somehow, I was sure that Sajid and his crew had made a move on her. Just when I was about to call her, I got a call from an unknown

"Tarun." my wife said one night after dinner after putting our 8-year old son Apu to bed."Yes, Purva?" I replied."How serious are you about the whole open marriage thing?""What?""You know, what you keep bringing up every few weeks. That we should experiment. With other people."I looked at Purva with surprise. She had a curious expression on her face. Wow, she had actually brought up the topic herself! My heart jumped with joy.Purva and I are both 32 years old, and have been married for ten years. Before that, we dated for four years in college. People talk about seven year itches. It has been fourteen years of us being faithful to each other. Obviously, a lot of sameness and staleness had set in. There was also the fact that we had lost our virginities to each other, so we had never been with anyone else.Like most men, I started flirting with the idea of experimentation. Threesomes, foursomes, wife swapping, were all things I read about online. For years I had fantasized about sharing

நான் ஸ்கூல்ல படிக்கும்போதே எனக்கு விளம்பரத்துல மாடலா நடிக்கிற வாய்ப்பு வந்துச்சு. அப்பா விளம்பர கம்பெனியில ஆர்ட் டைரக்டரா இருந்ததுனால அப்பா கூட பல விளம்பர கம்பெனிக்கு போகும்போது அவங்களே விளம்பரத்துல நடிக்க கூப்பிட்டாங்க. ஆனா முதல்ல அப்பா, படிக்கிற பொண்ணுனு தயங்கினாரு. அப்புறம் ஸ்கூல் வயசு சிறுமிகளுக்கான மாடலிங் நடப்ப தான். புகைப்படங்கள் மட்டும் விளம்பரங்களில்

நிறைய பேர் கெட்டு போறது பெத்தவங்களால தான். அதற்கு என் வாழ்க்கை கூட ஒரு எடுத்துக்காட்டு தான். என் பெயர் ஷினி. கொஞ்சம் குண்டா ரொம்ப அழகா இருப்பேன். என் கதையை விளக்கமாக சொல்கிறேன். என் அப்பா துபாயில் வேலை பார்க்கிறார். மூன்று வருடத்திற்கு ஒரு முறை தான் ஊருக்கு வருவார். என் அம்மா என்னை விட அழகா இருப்பாங்க. குண்டும் இல்லாம ஒல்லியும் இல்லாம அம்சமா இருப்பாங்க. என் அம்மா பெயர்