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Last year, I was recruited by a large international company based in London. The package that they offered me was too good to turn down, and one of the most pleasant perquisites was a working tour of the resorts it owned and managed. My wife, Sondra, was thrilled at the prospect and we lined up her parents to watch the kids for the five week trip. Sondra and I have been married for fourteen years, and have three kids, Jessica (12), Todd (9), and Mike (6). We are both 34 and fight the battle against aging, with Sondra winning in spectacular fashion. At 5'4" Sondra carries a hard, firm body with beautiful legs, a tight ass, slim waist and absolutely marvelous, large, high, round breasts on a perfect 108 pound frame. Always the perfect "lady," bordering on "prim and proper," I was looking forward to seeing her in the tiny bikinis and revealing one-piece bathing suits she had purchased for our trip. I had especially enjoyed closely examining the results of her major "bikini-wax" treatment, that left only a short, narrow "Mohawk" of auburn hair around her pink pussylips. The first leg of our tour took us to the Caribbean for stops on several islands. Our first accommodation was in a beautiful beach cottage, with all the luxuries one could ask for. My duties were light, consisting of being introduced to the management staff and attending a few business meetings, and Sondra spent her free time sunning and shopping. On the third day, I returned to the cottage to find Sondra putting on quite an erotic show for four college guys, 18 or 19 years old, who were on Spring Break and staying at the cottage next to ours. I had entered the house from the front (which was the second story in the back) and, as I walked out on to the deck, the sight before me froze me in my tracks. To my utter surprise and disbelief, my normally prudish wife was lying on the chaise lounge, sunbathing in the nude. Even more erotic, was the fact that from my high vantage point, I could see four boys avidly staring through the separating fence at my wife's lush charms. What I didn't know, but soon found out, was that Sondra was aware of her audience. I faded back out of obvious sight to watch. Soon, Sondra sat up in the chaise, facing the boys, and began to smooth suntan lotion on her naked body. She glistened in the sun from the oil, and I watched her slowly rub the stuff all over her large breasts and hard nipples, down over her flat stomach and on to and between her thighs. Over the next hour, Sondra turned several times, making sure her audience saw all of her, and once more rubbed her chest with the lucky oil. My cock had been rock hard for the hour, and now I started to lightly caress it. I think it was only peer pressure keeping the boys from doing the same. Finally, Sondra stood and stretched, and then turned her back to the boys and bent at the waist to pick up her towel, giving them the perfect shot of her pussy and anus. She walked over to the outside shower and began the most sensuous shower imaginable, lathering up her magnificent body and caressing her nipples and cunt. As she dried herself, I zipped up in time to meet her as she entered the cottage. She was surprised to see me home and immediately looked guilty. I took her into my arms and told her I had enjoyed her performance on the patio. She blushed and looked down. The lump was obvious in my pants. "Justin, will you please fuck me? Right now?" We fucked there, on the floor, with Sondra getting lost in her intense orgasm, and me blowing the biggest wad of cum I had ever shot into her hot, wet cunt. Afterwards, both of us soaking in the hottub, Sondra apologized for exposing herself to the boys and told me how ashamed she was. I asked her if she was really ashamed, or just embarrassed because I had caught her. She coyly admitted that the latter was true and went on to admit that, other than actually making love with me, she had never been more sexually excited in her life. I told her the sight of her naked and fondling herself in front of other men had made me as hot as I had ever been, and I enjoyed watching her finally beginning to let go of her strong inhibitions. And then I said the crucial words that changed our marriage, "Besides, Dear, we're on vacation, and what happens on vacation doesn't count when you get back to the real world." That night, after dinner, Sondra and I were cruising the main shopping and nightclub strip and went into a beer joint advertising a wet T-shirt contest to draw in all the college guys on break. The place was packed and too loud to talk, and the emcee was working the crowd, trying to get the girls up on stage and into t-shirts. When he spotted Sondra, all cleavage in her halter-top, he brought the spotlight on her and began coercing her to join in the festivities and "show the boys what a real woman looked like." The crowd was behind him one hundred percent, and it was obvious he wasn't going to take "no" for an answer. Sondra looked across the table at me and I could see the excitement sparkling in her beautiful green eyes and I nodded. Sondra and nine college coeds disappeared into the back and reappeared wearing thin, white, cotton t-shirts. Their nipples were easily visible through the thin material. They paraded across the tiny stage and Sondra looked spectacular in the t-shirt, short denim skirt and high heels, holding her own against the younger girls. Finally, to the roaring approval of the crowd, the wetting began and the women might as well have been naked from the waist up. There were good bodies, and then there were great bodies, and the contest was obviously between Sondra and two other girls. I watched the mother of my children strutting up and down the bar, jiggling her breasts at the crowd, showing them off in the now-transparent shirt. To my surprise, one and then more of the girls stripped off their wet shirts and bounced their naked tits in the faces of their appreciative audience. Not to be outdone, Sondra ripped the wet cotton off her chest and proudly displayed her wonderful breasts to the young crowd. Unfortunately, Sondra lost out to a coed with even bigger tits and a better tan. As the winner was being crowned, the guys helped the women down from the bar and there were a lot of free feels going on. The band started up again, and I watched in amazement as my wife joined a few of the other girls and danced topless among the throng of horny guys! Being the "old lady" of the crowd certainly didn't affect her popularity as I watched the men jostle each other to get next to her. She disappeared into the gyrating crowd and after about an hour, reappeared at my table. She was still naked from the waist up, out of breath, and the finger marks on her breasts were obvious. She was smiling a huge grin. "Justin, you have to get me out of here, Now! Because I want to fuck and pretty soon, it won't matter to me with whom!" I took off my outer shirt and she casually put her arms in it, but didn't button it. We then headed out the door and back to our cottage. We had gone only a few feet down the street when Sondra stopped and looked into my eyes. "I'll never make it back home. Follow me!" We stepped into a dark alley between two buildings. Sondra bent over to lean on a trashcan and hiked her tight skirt up over her hips. Her white panties looked like they were glowing in the dark. I opened my zipper and pulled out my hard cock. I was more than ready to fuck this hot piece of ass before me. "Now, Justin! Fuck me! Either rip my panties off or fuck me right through them! I need a cock inside me, now!" Turned on by the spontaneity and raw sexuality of the moment, I roughly clawed my fingers into the soft material and ripped them open for my attack. Sondra moaned, and then moaned again, as I buried my prick up to my balls into her hot cunt on the first stroke. The act was no more than rutting - two hot creatures throwing themselves at and into each other because they couldn't take another breath until their mating was done. When I came, it was an explosion. I could feel my cum squirt out of my cock in long, powerful spurts. My knees weakened, my breathing was ragged, my fingers and toes were cramping into tight curls. Sondra stood up and looked at me. She ripped off the remaining strands of her panties and wiped my cock clean. She smiled as she reached her hand under her skirt and brought her wet fingers to her mouth. She tasted our juices. "That wasn't bad, stranger. Are you in town long?" The next morning, after I returned from my meeting, Sondra told me to go up into the loft because she was going to test me to see if I meant what I said about vacations the day before. She then called the boys in the nextdoor cottage and asked if one of them could bring over the room service menu, as she had lost ours. When the doorbell rang, she slipped on her short, white satin robe, through which her hard nipples were clearly visible. To Sondra's obvious surprise, three boys stood at the door when she opened it. She invited the three clean-cut, handsome boys in and thanked them for the menu. One of the boys remarked about it being a great idea to have a hottub in the livingroom, and that their cottage didn't have one at all. Sondra smiled and invited the boys to use the Jacuzzi with her. The boys thanked her and said that they would be right back in their trunks, but Sondra opened the sash of her robe and let it fall to the floor, saying that the hottub was made to be enjoyed naked.

making my wife a horney exhibitionist

Hi my name is Akhil and my wife is shivya and we live in south Delhi . I guess about a year back I started reading some naughty stories on the net and there were a certain type of stories that really excited me I started thinking more and more about it and was wondering when people write these stories are they real or just fantasies or a mix of both and do these things really happen in real life ,what are the risks and so many questions like that Well anyways to get on shivya is 5’4 fair and slim Punjabi and 33c –26-33 figure .she used to live in Ludhiana when I got married and she moved to Delhi with me Shivya I guess was the new person in my group of friends so she really used to make a lot of effort with my friends so that she fits in with the gang. some times I noticed that she would be a bit flirty with my friends too . Nothing that drastic but I guess hug tight or rub her boobs on a friends arm at a party of course making every thing look casual and accidental. But I guess I would watch her and this would really arouse me and at night when having sex I would imagine one of my friends fucking her and wondering if she really wanted that too. About a year back my parents had a party at home and called all their friends and relatives, shivya and I were there too helping out and chatting and I noticed that one old uncle would be calling her so often to pass him the sacks .I wondered why and then realized this dirty old mans trick. Every time shivya passed him the snacks she would bend down and for the few seconds he would get a lovely view of her cleavage. I don’t think shivya realized that and I didn’t tell her , I was really enjoying this old mans tricks to view my wife .I mean he is usually such a decent old uncle I never suspected he was this naughty .Any ways nothing more happened except that when leaving and saying bye he called shivya told her that she was such a good hostess and hugged her and I noticed how his hands went right on her ass when he was hugging her and I’m sure he must have felt her soft boobs on his chest .I was very aroused and every night I used to have sex imagining the old uncle trying to fuck her. And sex was just wonderful with this imagining part A moth later we were at a friends party and we were all sitting on chairs and chatting and I noticed a strange thing. There was a waiter there serving snacks and he would walk behind my wife’s chair a lot I mean even if he had to serve snacks to others he would always take the route from behind my wife’s chair. I wondered why and I walked there only to realize that since shivya was wearing these low waisted jeans and was too busy chatting her ass crack and her thong panties were showing from behind and I guess the waiter was just loving it . I guess for him to see the ass crack and panties of a rich modern lady was very arousing. Just then shivya got up and asked where the bathroom was and the waiter told her the way. Then I noticed that the waiter after showing her way left his tray and ran out of the house. I noticed that and decided to follow him out and I saw the bathroom shivya was in had a window towards the garden and the waiter was standing outside the window with his pants down ,undies down and peeping in and stroking his big hard cock . I was really shocked that what could he bee seeing as the curtain was drawn so maybe he was just getting a small peek of her legs and seeing that her jeans were on the floor as she was peeing inside. Seeing him masturbating and knowing that he was looking at my wife in the bathroom was really arousing for me. I was so honey that I left the party as quickly as I could with shivya and we drove a bit and I stopped the car and started making out with her in the car only, I guess this whole situation had really aroused me We got home and I tore her clothes and went straight to bed and we had great sex she was morning so loud when I was entering her and loving it and I was imagining her wow I wish it was that dirty waiter humping her. Well then came the shocking part she suddenly stopped and asked me Akhil “I known there is some thing that you are hiding from me, we have been married for 3 years and sex was getting very routine till last month after your parents party and today both these days you have fucked me sooo hard .I know there is a reason for it which you are hiding from me” I was shocked and didn’t know what to say should I hid it from her or tell her honestly ….I was really confused. Well then I made a decision to be honest and tell her and that I feel is he best decision I’ve ever made . I told her I really loved her and she was the best and every thing I ever wanted but it does excite me to see some man lusting for her, it sort of made me proud in a way and I imagined other men fucking her like my old uncle or like the waiter and people like that.She was completely shocked and was screaming at me for being weird but at the same time I did notice that she was very excited. Anyways I guess she too admitted that such thoughts excited her too as long as it was done in a safe way and no one came to know about it plus we do live in a society and I guess we did not want to get a bad name in the society .Well with her agreeing I guess started our wonderful adventure of exposing her to unsuspecting males. In the past year we have tried soo many naughty escapades that I don’t know where to start and where to end Initially she started dressing a little more provocative. Like wearing short skirts, thight tops, sarees with some really sexy blouses and stuff like that . She would get ready before me and sit in the drawing room waiting for me and I guess the servants used to be staring at her, then we would go down in the lift and the lift man from the corner of his eye would be staring and same with the watchman of the building. All this used to excite me a lot We would go out shopping to these road side shops and my wife would take her time bending low when selecting the goods and all this time the shopkeeper would be getting the greatest view of her boobs and I would be standing next to her and looking at the lust filled face of the shopkeeper .so times we would go in taxis and start kissing and I would start fondling her boobs knowing well that the taxi driver was looking in the rear view mirror and getting hard looking at my wife. I would at times tell her when getting off the car to open her legs so that people standing there would get a glimpse of her panties . Initially we used to do these harmless fun things of exposing her . We tried different things with shopkeepers, Delivery boys, Old uncles and servants at home and outside too

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I am in my early forties. This happened a few years back.We have been friends with another couple for years who have a son. We used to meet socially many times and also went together on a couple of vacations. Though we have been friends for a very long time, this couple is very conservative and we are a very outgoing couple. We have a son and daughter too. We had sent our kids to a boarding school quite early.As life progressed, the friend’s son named Gattu became very close to me. By the time he was 16, I realized he had a deep crush on me – auntie syndrome, I guess. I also flirted with him, I used to tease him about girls whenever we met at social gatherings. This went on for the next two years. Some of the things I did with him during these two years (by the time he turned 18) – · Since we stayed quite close, whenever he would come alone to our home, I used to wear body hugging clothes without a bra and gave him a glimpse of my cleavage many times without changing my expression (as if all is normal) but I always knew the effect it was having on him.· Once we met at a shopping mall. I was trying out some dresses. I was in a real flirting mood. I tried out a dress and called him inside the trying room. While admiring myself in the mirror, I frowned and said ‘My bums are looking too big in this dress’. He was so speechless and turned crimson. I carried it a bit further. I called him again while trying a strappy top. I asked him innocently ‘Would’nt it look better without the bra’? Without waiting for a reply, I shooed him out and called him inside again wearing the same top without a bra. Then I asked him innocently once again if he could make out that I was not wearing a bra. ‘Aaaaaantieeeee, its suitinggggg u v much …… stutter stutterrr, stammer stammerrrrr’, I was enjoying the fun so much.· Once our families took a weekend break. Though, we were to go without kids (my kids were in school) but at the last moment Gattu piled on too. In the afternoon, we were all at the poolside. Gattu, self and hubby were in the pool, the other couple is fat and stayed away from the pool. After a while my hubby left to sip beer with his friend who were lazing around the pool. Gattu and myself were in the pool. My swimsuit was a bit transparent and my nipples could be vaguely seen and Gattu was straining to see them. I was amused and also horny. I swam to the far end of the pool where the others could not hear us and I mischievously looked into eyes and asked him ‘What r u looking at’? LOL, it really flustered him. Then I went close to him and whispered in his ear, ‘Have’nt u seen tits in your life as yet’? Gattu - ‘No, no, Auntie, I did’nt mean it ….. innocence personified. Me - ‘That’s OK sweetie, it’s your age but you should b watching tits of girls your age’. Gattu (stammering and stuttering) – ‘No, no auntie, I m not like that’. Me – ‘sweetie, then are u gay, come on it’s normal for youngsters like you so don’t be so righteous’. We continued in the same vein for sometime and I totally embarrassed him.· Self and hubby always confide everything to one another. I used to confide my experiences with Gattu to my hubby which was somehow a great turn on for him and we used to end up having great sex. Late in the afternoon, I mentioned our conversation to my hubby and Boy, he got so turned on and we fucked like chimpanzees.The next day we spent sight seeing and I kept my light flirting with Gattu whenever we were out of hearing of others. That night, we all went to the hotel discotheque. I was wearing a black knee length dress with just a hint of cleavage and cut to mid thigh on one side. (I love to wear sexy clothes whenever we are out of town but we were with this conservative couple and so I dressed as modestly as I could). We all danced (I made Gattu dance with me, he was quite shy and feeling awkward in front of his parents). After a couple of hours, Gattu’s parents left. By this time we were all quite high. As the other couple left, my hubby started playing with me, kissing me, feeling my breasts, touching my thighs. He opened the top button of my dress and now the cleavage was very prominent and my black lacy bra just covering my nipples was visible. At my husband’s insistence, I went to the washroom and took off my panties. My hubby poured a beer for Gattu and urged him to drink, he was still a couple of months short of being 18. I am a very good dancer, my hubby has two left feet and Gattu could just manage to shake a leg. It was past 2 am and the dance floor was fully crowded. All three of us were in good spirits now. I took Gattu’s hand and pulled him to the dance floor. I started dancing with him and rubbing my body with him and was slowly loosing all inhibitions. The alcohol was taking its effect on me now (I am not much of a drinker but my hubby was encouraging me). I came very close to him and hugged him tight. My cheeks were touching his cheeks, my tits were crushed to his chest (he could see my nipples peeking out of my lacy bra) and I could now feel his bulge thrusting out of his jeans. If he had kissed me at that moment, I don’t think I would have resisted at all. I bit his ear and whispered to him to hold me lower. On a cue he placed his hands just above my bums. I whispered ‘More lower’. Finally, after looking here and there, he reluctantly caressed my bums. While dancing I led him to a corner so no one could now see him caressing my bums. This emboldened him and he was now feeling me more freely and finally caressed the crack of my arse above my dress. Now I am sure he knew that I was not wearing panties. I naughtily whispered in his ears that now I know the reason why you were always dropping something or the other at our table (indicating he was trying to get a peek above my skirt). He flushed red and wanted to disengage but I held him tight and after making Ummmmmm sounds kissed him a bit on his cheeks letting him know I was enjoying it sooooo much. He once again brought his hands to caress my bums and I slowly removed his right hand and placed it on my bare thigh through the slit. While caressing my thigh he used to bring his right hand to just below my naked arse cheek but did not proceed further up. I had my eyes closed and was offering my lips to be kissed but I think he was too timid. Then I turned around and made him hold me tightly by the waist and started grinding my arse with his cock swaying to the music. I think after a while it got to be a bit too much for him to handle or he must have shot his load but after a while we disengaged and he excused himself to go to the wash room. Finally, when we came to our room, my hubby who had been watching us all along was so horny and we spent a terrific night of love making. However, in the morning, I got up with a big hangover and reality hit me. I was feeling so embarrassed but my hubby was very amused and did not stop for a moment pulling my leg. Craddle snatcher, baby fucker etc etc. were some of the words he was whispering in my ears. In spite of having a big headache, he dragged me to the shower and then we spent the morning making love. Eventually, we returned home the same day but throughout the drive back, neither Gattu nor me held eyes nor did we talk much. Only my hubby was amused giving me knowing glances.After coming back, time passed as usual. Gattu and self never discussed the incident whenever we met (we all used to meet very often as we were members of the same club) and shortly we started seeing eye to eye without any discomfort. One day, we met Gattu at a movie and he was with a very sexy young girl. Introductions made and we made small talk. Gattu came to our home in the evening to request us not to tell his parents that he is dating a girl (knowing how conservative his parents were). Anyway, we pulled his leg for some time and told him to enjoy himself.After a few days, he came over to my home when I was alone at home. He just wanted to have a heart to heart talk with his best friend, that’s what he called me that day. He told me about his gf, how he met her etc. etc. Basically, they were almost same age and though he liked her, she was forcing him for a commitment. We both agreed that both were very young and commitments are not made at this time of life. I told him to take it easy and as a joke told him not to knock her off. He smiled mischievously and said nothing of that sort is happening. We were sitting together on a sofa in the living room and I put my hand around his shoulder, gave him a wet kiss on his cheek and started pulling his leg.Me – Now tell your buddy, what have you been doing with the sexy ladyG – Nothing AuntMe – Come on tell meG – Nothing really, I swearMe – Don’t lie, OK, tell me was she a virgin when you first made love to herG (taken by surprise) – Aunttttttttt, you r just too much, we haven’t done anything like that.Me – So tell me what all have you done with her.I was really enjoying putting him in an embarrassing position. After some coaxing (he wanted to leave, I knew he was getting a hard on, but I kept my grip on his shoulders caressing his cheeks like a baby) he finally opened up a bit.G – Aunt, there is no privacy anywhere …… just a bit of kissing and necking in movie halls …..Me – So this is what you go to movies for ……..G (now blushing) – UhhhhhhhhhMe – Buddy, what am I there for? Whenever you want privacy, just call me and drop in and I will give you the guest room so that you can get some privacy.In the next couple of weeks, he brought his gf a couple of times and I used to normally leave them home and give them full privacy. Anyway, I won’t go in more details, basically, as I could make out from him, they talked more than they did anything physical.It was his eighteenth birthday and his father had bought him a car and had official permission to drive. He called me with the good news and wanted me to be the first one to sit in his car. He came to pick me up in the evening smartly dressed. I had returned from a ladies party and was wearing a bit of make up and dark red lipstick though after coming back, I had changed into a pair of jeans and a tight tee which just covered my waist above the navel. I have kept my body well maintained with regular yoga and love to expose my waist and feel that my navel is the sexiest part of my body. I always tie my sarees well below my navel and it is a great turn on for the hubby. Fortunately, I am very lucky to have a very mature and caring husband. To come back to this experience, greetings, pleasantries over, I gave him a peck on the cheek, then wiped off the lipstick with a tissue. I told him we will wait for Mike (my hubby) as he too would like to sit in his car. I had had a couple of glasses of wine at our party and was a bit tipsy. Gattu was also talking a lot and after a while I realized that he also had some drinks. Sheepishly, he admitted of having a couple of beers. He requested me for another beer, though I opened a can for him but admonished him not to get carried away and drink and drive. I too poured myself another glass of wine. I can get a bit reckless after drinking and this was the first time I had alcohol with the ladies (they almost poured it down my throat). Mike called after a while, said he will be late in Office. So off we went in his car. I was teasing him about his gf and he decided to take me to show her home. By the time we reached her home, I was getting naughtier by the moment. I challenged him that he will not be able to meet his gf today. As he called his gf on my cell (those days not many kids carried cell) to come out of her home (their parents were not aware of the affair), I planted a full kiss on his cheek. A full imprint of lipstick was planted on his cheek and what an expression on his face. As he watched his gf walking towards us, he backed up and drove away. LOL, that was a sight. We both had a good laugh after that. He made all sort of excuses to his gf on our way back to my home.He opened another beer. I put on some music. Another beer and after a while he started opening up and even called me sexy and complimented me on my dancing skills. I put on some soft music and offered to give him dancing lessons. We danced for a while and I could feel his manhood in full strength. And I could also feel that he was getting drunk now. In the next couple of weeks, he brought his gf a couple of times and I used to normally leave them home and give them full privacy. Anyway, I won’t go in more details, basically, as I could make out from him, they talked more than they did anything physical.It was his eighteenth birthday and his father had bought him a car and had official permission to drive. He called me with the good news and wanted me to be the first one to sit in his car. He came to pick me up in the evening smartly dressed. I had returned from a ladies party and was wearing a bit of make up and dark red lipstick though after coming back, I had changed into a pair of jeans and a tight tee which just covered my waist above the navel. I have kept my body well maintained with regular yoga and love to expose my waist and feel that my navel is the sexiest part of my body. I always tie my sarees well below my navel and it is a great turn on for the hubby. Fortunately, I am very lucky to have a very mature and caring husband. To come back to this experience, greetings, pleasantries over, I gave him a peck on the cheek, then wiped off the lipstick with a tissue. I told him we will wait for Mike (my hubby) as he too would like to sit in his car. I had had a couple of glasses of wine at our party and was a bit tipsy. Gattu was also talking a lot and after a while I realized that he also had some drinks. Sheepishly, he admitted of having a couple of beers. He requested me for another beer, though I opened a can for him but admonished him not to get carried away and drink and drive. I too poured myself another glass of wine. I can get a bit reckless after drinking and this was the first time I had alcohol with the ladies (they almost poured it down my throat). Mike called after a while, said he will be late in Office. So off we went in his car. I was teasing him about his gf and he decided to take me to show her home. By the time we reached her home, I was getting naughtier by the moment. I challenged him that he will not be able to meet his gf today. As he called his gf on my cell (those days not many kids carried cell) to come out of her home (their parents were not aware of the affair), I planted a full kiss on his cheek. A full imprint of lipstick was planted on his cheek and what an expression on his face. As he watched his gf walking towards us, he backed up and drove away. LOL, that was a sight. We both had a good laugh after that. He made all sort of excuses to his gf on our way back to my home.He opened another beer. I put on some music. Another beer and after a while he started opening up and even called me sexy and complimented me on my dancing skills. I put on some soft music and offered to give him dancing lessons. We danced for a while and I could feel his manhood in full strength. And I could also feel that he was getting drunk now. Mike had not come as yet and I offered to make him some sandwiches. While I was in the kitchen making sandwiches, he came from behind and hugged me (scared the daylights of me) and slurringly said – Auntieeeeeeeee, u r so sweeeeet and niceeeeee. I led him back to the living room and fed him the sandwiches. I gulped his beer and told him not to drink anymore.G – Aunt, u haven’t given me a birthday presentMe – What can I get u sweetieG – U wont give meMe – Try askingG (Blushing, very slowly) not looking in my eyes – A KissMe – What???G (scared and immediately apologetic) – No, no, aunt, don’t get me wrong, I m sorry …….Me – Why are u sorry???G (quiet)Me – Buddies can kiss each other but what about Tina (his gf)G (sheepishly) – I just like u so much auntI naughtily took him in my arms and whispered in his ears, are u sure u only want a kiss !!!! He just looked blank at me. I pecked him lightly on the lips. At this moment, I too was getting a bit drunk (I had gulped his beer without thinking and beer and wine is not too good a combination, I guess). After a moment of hesitation, we both were kissing madly, tongues entwined and making slurping noises. I was the more aggressive partner and enjoying every moment of it. I put his hands on my breasts and after fumbling a bit, he tried to take off my tee. I broke free and told him to follow me to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, I took off my tee. Gattu came near me and I pushed him to the bed and told him to undress and wait for me now. I was intent on giving him a real eighteenth birthday present. I took off my jeans and walked into the toilet in my red bra and panties. I took a shower, removed my makeup, wore a sexy teddy, liberally applied perfume and walked in the bedroom. Yes, I know you all are waiting for it but this is a true incident so I must narrate it truthfully. Nothing happened …….. Gattu had passed out with his shirt buttons open and fly unzipped.What was I supposed to do? Had some more wine and by the time Mike arrived, I was totally drunk. I blurted the whole episode to Mike. The next thing I remember is getting up late in the morning in another bedroom with a big headache.Mike explained to me that he had called up Gattu’s Dad and taken the blame on himself. He told Gattu’s Dad that he had made Gattu drink too much and the kid had got carried away …… anyway, all sorted out and once Gattu woke up in the morning, he had sneaked out.I was crying uncontrollably and asking for Mike’s forgiveness. I don’t know how I had turned into a slut but Mike was consoling me and was saying ‘It’s OK’. I promised myself never to ever drink again.In the days to come, Mike and self went over the incident many times and he was actually excited about the incident. Our sex life also improved considerably. Mike desperately wanted me to seduce Gattu and then have a threesome. But I was sure that the moment Gattu knew we were using him, he may do something drastic, even commit suicide. He was in puppy love with me and could not even imagine that Mike was aware of the happenings. Anyhow, in due course of time, Mike convinced me to go full way with Gattu and we came to a compromise that I will tell him full details of what happened.Meanwhile, Gattu started avoiding me and we did not meet for more than a month. One day we met outside and as soon as he saw me he started to turn away but I called his name and he stopped. We sat at a nearby café and ordered coffees.Me – What’s up buddy, why have u not come over for so longG (after a lot of prodding, now in tears) – I m so sorry, I just didn’t mean what happened that day …..Me (holding his hand) – It’s OK, we were both drunk and I am equally at faultG – But what about UncleMe – Don’t worry, he knows nothingI made him feel easy and we had a nice chat and after a while both of us were smiling, cracking jokes and laughing like old times. He confided that he had broken off with Tina as she was not giving him space. The ice had been broken.We then started meeting at social doos. Mike was a bit impatient but I told him, Gattu will back out if I hurry it up. Gattu seemed very scared. On the other hand he become a perfect gentleman and all my efforts at teasing him got me nowhere. He avoided any sort of sex talk and I know he was feeling guilty from inside and wanted to make amends.Soon, I got an opportunity. We were there at a common friend’s wedding. I was wearing a very heavy lehnga with a backless choli tied by strings at the back. Around midnight, when the pheras were going on, I requested Gattu to drive me home so that I could change as I was getting crushed under the heavy costume. Once home, I went to the bedroom to change and Gattu was waiting in the living room. I called him to the bedroom. I turned my back to him and asked him to undo the choli strings as I was unable to get my hands there. As I was wearing a lot of shiny make up all over my body, he was mesmerized by my slippery smooth snow white back. As he started undoing the strings, his fingers started trembling. My choli was very tight and as the strings got untied more and more of my breasts were getting visible. Standing behind me I knew he had a good view of my breasts now. As he completed untying the last string, I turned around to face him. His face was flush red now. He could now see my breasts from the side and a good amount of cleavage.Me (flirtingly) – Why are your fingers shakingG – no reply, just a shy grinMe – Sweetie, you better behave, now don’t get any funny ideasG (immediately defensive) – No, no, Aunt …..I walked off to the dressing closet deliberately keeping the door open. The door had a mirror and I knew Gattu could see me in that mirror from some angles in the bedroom. I took my time and started combing my hair. Then I took off my choli. I again combed my hair, took off the jewellery I was wearing giving him a full view of my breasts. After a while Gattu said ‘Aunt, can I help myself to a beer’. Bingo, I knew he was watching me. Sure sweetie, I replied. I grabbed a small towel and covered my tits partially and came in the room. I pointed to a small cupboard and indicated there was a mini fridge in there and to help himself. As I could not see Gattu’s position from the dressing closet, now I knew where exactly he was sitting. I dropped my lehnga and was now clad only in my lacy black panties. I turned around so that he could have a good look at my bums which were only half covered by my panties.Me – Gattu, make yourself comfortable, I will have a quick shower.G – Yeah, OK AuntSo saying, I went in the bath and had a shower. I came out after 15 minutes wearing a towel. I peeked with my head out of the dressing closet to inquire if everything was OK with Gattu. I noticed he was opening a third can of beer.Me – Gattu, take it easy, you have to drive me back to the weddingG (getting bolder) – Aunt, don’t worry, I am there to take careI knew he was turned on now. I dropped the towel. Now, he could see me fully nude in the mirror. I ruffled through my lingerie and selected a sexy yellow thong and matching bra and idly put it on taking my time and giving him a good show. Finally I dressed in a demure churidar, some jewellery and light make up and came out.Gattu was about to open a fourth can of beer when I stopped him. But he opened it anyway and we shared the can making light talk. He was now getting boisterous. Soon, we were on the way back to the wedding. Today, we were back to our flirting days. On the drive back I had my hand on his thighs caressing lightly while casual talk.The wedding was being held at a 5 star hotel lawn and the pheras were still progressing. As they were close friends we were expected to stay till the end but most of the guests had left. Mike was half asleep on a chair. After a while Gattu came to me and said ‘Aunt, how about checking out the disco’. I spoke to Mike and we sneaked out to the disco. It was still crowded and both of us danced for a while. Gattu had improved his dancing now and could now move in syncro with me. After a while we sat down and Gattu bought us a couple of beers. As we danced more, Gattu now felt my tits and bums as if by chance. Then, we were sitting in a remote dark corner and Gattu replenished our beers. I rested my head on his shoulders and taking a cue he put his arms around me. I gave him enough indications that I was ready to be kissed but the dumb guy just could not work up the guts. Finally, I whispered in his ear, ‘Kiss me darling’. This time there was no hesitation and he cupped my face and planted his lips to my lips. Our tongues slid inside each other mouths and we were lost in a deep kiss. A slow number started playing and we danced for a while. Gattu tried to kiss me, I avoided him as we were now getting public attention but he did manage to corner me at the back to have a good feel of my bums.We sat again at the corner table, the crowd had become less now. Gattu was kissing me and I moved my hand from his thigh to his dick. We were kissing each other and I was caressing his hard dick over his pants once in a while making it look accidental. Well, we couldn’t do much more at a public place and finally parted and made our entry at the wedding. Wedding finished – Mike told about the episode in the coming days in a teasing manner and the episode continued.

Wife stories

hi guys and gals thanks for those comments. this one about my manager who is 49yrs and alwayslooking for females in our office and he is getting success also.one of my friend krishna confessed me "how to get out of his wife from his hands?"first of all let me tell about krishna he is 32 yrs old and his wife sweta is 28yrs old looking sexy and they are blessed with one kid 1yr old. all of us knows about our manager mr.j.singh (north indian) and he is close to me. even krishna knows about him still he lost his wife to him.what happened was when he came to coimbatore from chennai ( along with me) he eyed from day one krishna`s wife swetha.he started planning to fuck swetha ( i even warned krishna to becautious about this fellow , but still he lost).it was well planned trap, ( i was in bangalore for some short project). when i was in bangalorekrishna followed me to help i told him to go back i dont need any help and it may be j.singhs plan to keep you out for two days. he rushed back once i gone back to coimbatore he did notsay anything i thought nothing happened. now from his confession what he told me."when krishna left for bangalore the same day evening mr.j.singh phoned swetha to cometo his house for party but she refused. but the j.singh told that all will be comingwith their families and it is not correct if your absent he insisted that just show your head and go back just for 5 minutes i will send my car to your house you can come with yourchild. now for that she agreed .when car brought her with the baby to his house at 8pm she suspected some thing fishy asno one was present in his house and there is no sign of party. he is staying alone in the company guest house. when she entered his house she asked " what happened no body is hereyou told some party". he was replying "its party between us dear" she frightened and about togo back but all the doors are closed. the driver was instructed to close the door.she was afraid and almost fearing and trembling with the baby( the baby was just 4 months old).she was crying and telling please let me go he was not listening and told her ok i will leaveprovided if you give company for just 30minutes in his bedroom.she was shocked and begging that i am married woman and with baby now, he was not listening he held her tightly along with the baby( the baby was sleeping).he just carried her with the baby to the bed room.on reaching bedroom he kept her in the bed.she was wearing sarree and looking sexy. he taken the baby force fully from her and kept on the sofaby covering baby with small towel.by now swetha was trying to escape from the bedroom through doors and windows but in vain alldoors are closed.he just started the handy cam and kept over the sofa and came near to swetha and held her by the hairs, as he was huge and she was helpless.he carried her by holding hair and slapped her once and thrown her to the bed.she was just trembling with fear he slowly became nude and jumped over her like cat.he was in hurry to take away her sarre with petticoat over hips and torn the panty.he simply inserted his dick inside her vagina and started to pump her it was almost with fullforce and he kept on sucking her lips and by the mean time he torn her blouse with the braand freed her boobs.he is massive man he kept her legs over his shoulders and banging her hard. and he is sucking thoseboobs with milk.he released heavy loads of cum inside her pussy within 15minutes of banging and he layed there keeping his cock inside her pussy.then he made her nude and started to suck the boobs slowly and gave his dick to suck it cleanshe was hesitant but he forced her face by holding her hair and inserted his dick inside her mouth.when he gained his cock back to hardness due to her sucking he rolled her over and started tofuck in doggy style.he kept on fucking her through the whole night and in between when the baby cried she wasfeeding the baby while he kept on pumping her from behind.when the baby stopped the taking the milk he go over her in missionary position to fuck hernicely.the next day early morning he left her to her house in hir car and told her to come in the same night for goodfuck. he warned her if she told anybody or not coming tonight he will show the recordings to thepublic and will spoil her name.this continued for the second night also but on the third day she confessed everything to krishnawhen he reached back. he was furious.but due to the cam he recorded he planed to play it safe.now the situation is such he gives the call to krishna to bring his wife to his house in the latenight and ask him to pick her up in the morning.he did once but the second day he refused but j.singh came to his house in the night 11pmwhen krishna opened the door he can see j.singh is fully drunken and asking where isswetha and was coming inside.he was begging her sir she is not well and with the baby inside the bedroom he was not listeninghe gone inside the bedroom unmindfull of her sleeping he jumped over her and she was in nighty,he started to fuck her by good missionary position.krishna taken his baby out in the hall and slept in the sofa with the baby while j.singh forcefully banging swetha inside his own bedroom....he could not sleep as the sounds of her screaming and the cot. this time from her sound he come to know that he has taken her virginity of her ass....."while finishing he told that this is regular feature, he is coming to my house in the nightand fucking swetha whenever he wants and he even goes to his house in the day time for good fucking he is unable to do anything.now on my advice he sent his wife to her native place ( and now he is looking to swith overto other company what a pity).

How my wife became a lingerie model....by 09

My name is Mir Nasir. I am from Pakistan (Karachi). I am 35 while my wife Zeenat is 37. Though it is against the taboo in my country to marry women older than you, but I have always been unorthodox in terms of my values. Ours was a love marriage and we have been happily married for 7 years, with a son who is now 5. The story I’m about to narrate is an experience we had almost a year ago that was to change our sexual life forever, and though the first part may not be very exciting for those used to the kind of hard core pornographic fantasies that appear on this forum, but it will hopefully appeal to those who go for the finer, softer side of eroticism (I’m the sort of person who goes for a lot of detail and context). I have been desperate to share it with someone ever since it happened, and as I could not find anyone broad-minded enough in my own social circle who I could trust with this kind of thing, so I thought sharing it with an anonymous audience would be a good idea. Also, I didn’t think it would appeal to a western audience, so cc.net seems like the ideal forum for me to address the readers. I am a Marketing Research Executive by profession, working for a well-known Research Firm. My wife, Zeenat (whom I call Zee, her nickname) is currently working as a school teacher, but when she was in her twenties, she used to do fashion modeling for magazines, part time. Both of us are quite liberal in our outlook towards life and have always had a good, satisfying sex life. Long before getting married when I was about 14 I found a book titled “Sex Life Letters” in my elder brother’s collection. I found the real sex life experiences given there highly exciting, but none the more so than a letter by a woman who wrote that her husband would bring home an office colleague (male) to their house, and under a pre-planned arrangement, she would appear before the guest in her bathing robe acting as if she was about to take a shower. After some casual chit chat she would excuse herself and the husband would ask the guest if he would like some fun. The guest would ask what he meant, on which he would take the guest outside the bathroom where the wife would be busy in her shower, and invite him to take a look through a peep hole. Thus, the guest would have a great time for the next 10 minutes or so, getting a great view of the wife in the nude from all angles as she would sponge and rinse every part of her body, apparently unaware that she was being watched. As she started dressing the guest would be taken back to the living room, where she would appear a few minutes later, coffee and cookies in hand, acting as if she had no idea she was being ogled at in the nude just minutes ago. It was fun (she wrote) seeing the guest trying to act normal while feeling highly aroused in her company, and as soon as he left, they would make wild love imagining what had just taken place. This particular story, for some reason, had a profound impact on my sexual development, and a majority of my fantasies later in life, were a variation of the same theme. This desire became all the more pronounced soon after I got married though of course, I dared not discuss it with my wife openly. However, I expressed it in other, more subtle ways like encouraging her to wear sleeveless shirts made of thin fabric that showed her figure well, daringly low necklines and trouser-like pajamas that ended just above the ankle with a slit on the sides so that as she would sit down, one leg over the other, it would show her legs almost up to the knee. This was as far as she could go in Pakistan, apart from wearing, at times, t-shirts with very tight, hip-hugging jeans highlighting her beautiful butt. I think Zee, too, always had a latent exhibitionist desire in her, kept subdued by cultural restrictions. After all, she had been a model, who loved to present her beauty before the camera. After our marriage, Zee had on a few occasions expressed her wish to start her modeling career again, but she felt that she was over-age now for a fashion model and it was difficult to get a break again in competition with younger models. Although she has kept herself beautifully in shape, yet I knew she was right. No one really wants a 37 year old mother as a fashion model, no matter how pretty. Still, being in marketing research, I come across people from advertising agencies and the media, and I kept an eye open for any possible opportunity for Zee. It so happened that I was sitting in the office of Ejaz, who runs an advertising agency. I am quite friendly with Ejaz and had, once, casually mentioned to him that if he ever needed a female model, there was someone I knew. That day, both of us sipping tea, Ejaz suddenly dropped a surprise. He asked me if I was still in contact with that female model I mentioned once. I immediately said I was. Then, with a twinkle in his eye, he asked me if she was a bold girl. “What do you mean?” I asked“Well” he smiled and said, “Is she bold enough to become a lingerie model?”My heart almost skipped a beat. Trying to keep a straight face, I said it depends, but would he elaborate a bit more. To cut it short, what he said amounted to was this: there was a woman who was running her own business of lingerie and ladies undergarments. She would “import” lingerie thru her “connections” in the Customs Department (which meant bringing back bags full of the stuff from Thailand) and sell it here at a premium price, in Karachi, from an outlet situated inside her own home. Imported lingerie being in high demand amongst ladies in the posh, high-income segments, she had been doing reasonably well, and now wanted to publish a small brochure, for which she needed a female model. Ejaz added that her products were sold only at her own outlet and the brochure, too, would only be seen by an exclusive lot, consisting almost solely of women. “So, as such” he continued “there is little chance of the girl being recognized or seen around the city, if that be a consideration for her. Of course, the photographs will be taken by a male, as there is practically no woman photographer of any standing in Pakistan. In fact, it is thru a photographer, a young man named Timore, that I got to know of the offer” he concluded. My mouth was dry by that time. Running my tongue on my lips and trying to act un-interested, I told him I’ll talk to the girl but warned that she wasn’t as young as he might expect a model to be. “Doesn’t matter” he said “as long as she has a good figure and a presentable face.”“One question” I said “why not go for a professional model?” “They are much too afraid of taking up an assignment like this” he replied. “Have you ever seen a well-known model appearing in an ad for undergarments in Pakistan? It would destroy their reputation. And if one does agree to do it, she would charge twice or thrice the amount she normally charges. This is small business we are talking about, not Victoria’s Secrets. It’s a Rs 20,000 job for the girl, take it or leave it. The only other option” he continued “is to go for a prostitute, something no respectable person would like to do, given the fact that one would have to deal with pimps and police as well.”I thought it would be difficult to convince Zeenat, but I knew I could work on two of her weaknesses. One, was her desire to appear before the camera, something she still missed since giving up her modeling career. Though of course, she had never done it without her clothes on but once, when in jest, I said she could have earned a lot by becoming a nude model if we were in a more liberated country, to my surprise I could see that she didn’t really take it as a joke and replied how she wished we could have been in America or Canada. That response always gave me hope. Besides, she had never really disagreed whenever I wanted her to wear revealing clothes.Second, and more important, was an element of greed in her. She is the sort of woman who loves making money. Although I earn enough for us to lead a comfortable life she still wants more and always complains that her job doesn’t pay enough. The amount Ejaz mentioned was almost twice her salary as a school teacher. To cut it short, I raised the subject very casually over dinner that night, acting as if I couldn’t have cared less and that of course Zeenat could not do it. I soon had her all eager and excited. The only apprehension on her part was for being recognized but that was soon removed when I told her that the brochure would only be seen by an exclusive lot.The next day I was talking to Tim (short for Timore, the photographer) on the number given by Ejaz. Tim said first I should talk to Mrs. Ansari (the business woman) and settle a time with her so that she could meet the model and give her approval. That having been done, Zeenat and I left our son at Zeenat’s sister on a Saturday and arrived at Mrs. Ansari’s place on the address given to me over the phone. It was an upscale area of the city where the rich and trendy usually lived. We were seated in a tastefully decorated guest room by a servant, and soon greeted by a woman probably in her late forties, a little plump, her complexion on the dark side. But she had a nice smile and certainly knew how to present herself. She was well educated as evident from her fluent English. She asked us to call her by her maiden name, Shehla Over a cup of tea we soon got to know that she was a widow, had a teen age son studying in England and took care of herself and her son thru the rent she received on property left by her husband, complimented nicely by her lingerie business. Pleasantries over, Shehla asked us to follow her and took us to a room inside the house. It was a little dark in there, with dim lights placed at angles so as not to create a glare. It was simply furnished with a sofa, a dressing table and a small wardrobe. The floor was carpeted and in a corner there was what I can only call a changing corner. Two curtains were hung from a delicate frame at right angle to each other forming an L, high enough to cover a person of average height up to the neck. Shehla then turned to Zeenat and smiling nicely said:“I know you’re very pretty dear, and from what I can see you’ve got a good figure as well, but just to be sure could you please take off your clothes.”Blushing slightly Zeenat started stripping. She was wearing (based on my choice) black trousers, tight on her shapely hips, and black t-shirt that accentuated her boobs. The neckline was also a little tantalizing. Black suits her superbly as it contrasts against her fair complexion. Though Zeenat is far from a lesbian but she did tell me about one sexual experience of a mild nature she had with another girl while in college and she didn’t seem embarrassed while narrating it. She, sometimes, also demonstrated a keen interest in lesbian scenes when we watched porn together. So I knew she wasn’t immune to bisexual feelings, and my cock started hardening as I saw her stripping to her underwear for another woman, even though I knew it was strictly for business. She took off her t-shirt first, revealing her white bra inside (white because it highlighted the outline inside the black t-shirt, my suggestion of course) and then opened the front button of her trousers, pulled down the zipper and let drop her trousers down to her ankles. She then bent down to take off black sandals from her lovely feet, toes painted bright red, just as I like it. She then removed her trousers altogether, taking care not to entangle the golden anklet she was wearing on her right foot. There she stood, the only items on her besides her panties and bra, the gold anklet, her watch and a black necklace she was wearing, not to mention the black ear-rings. Whenever I looked at Shehla as my wife took her clothes off, she was watching Zeenat with great interest and, it may not be wrong to say that she seemed to be enjoying the show as much as I. She asked Zeenat to turn around slowly and looked at her appreciably from all angles, finally telling her that she had a marvelous figure for a mother. “But there’s one more thing” she said. “Would you mind putting on a thong for me?” she asked Zeenat who looked uncertain. “You see,” Shehla continued “you will have to pose a few shots in thongs too, they’re very much in demand nowadays, so I’d like to see how your hips look in a thong.” Zeenat looked at me and I nodded my consent. Without waiting further, Shehla went to the wardrobe and came back with some tiny bits of black cloth in her hand that she handed over to Zeenat and asked her to change behind the curtains. Zeenat went into the changing corner and came back soon as there was very little to “change”. Obviously, I’ve seen my wife naked innumerable times, but I must say she made me skip a beat there. She looked so sexy and utterly desirable trying to cover herself in those strings and straps (that’s the only way to describe them) Shehla had asked her to wear. The bra was much too deep and narrow to hold back her boobs and as for the thong: well, not only did it show everything from the back (as thongs do), even the front patch was much too narrow. It was designed for a woman who shaves her pussy, which Zeenat doesn’t (I like it trimmed, not shaved) and I could see bits of her pussy hair peeping out from the corners. Zeenat was red in the face though she was smiling sheepishly, and I thought it was wholly unnecessary and totally devilish of Shehla to make Zeenat wear those. But that wasn’t all from her side. She came close to Zeenat, making sure she missed nothing, even putting her hand casually on her butt, just near the butt crack, complimenting her yet again for the shape of her hips. She pointed out a moles on her left hip and right boob, even touching the one on the breast (a little above the nipple) very lightly and remarking half-seriously how it would look great in the photographs. Then, just before telling her to dress again, she just brushed Zeenat in between the legs, over the narrow fabric, and told her to either shave or at least “trim them a little more.” Well, I know Zeenat must have shown a lot more to her gynecologist but somehow or the other, I found this spectacle extremely sexy. Another woman touching my wife over her most private area and actually telling her what to do with her bush! Wow.I watched along with the other two men in the room as my wife turned her face away from us as also from Shehla, and tried to unclasp her bra, reaching back, by her hands. She needn’t have bothered though as Shehla got it open before she could do it herself. Without giving her a moment further, Shehla started to slip down the bra straps off her shoulders. We heard a faint voice trying to say, “It’s alright……., I can manage….” but Shehla acted as if she hadn’t even heard. She calmly removed the bra and bending herself, yanked down Zeenat’s panties to her feet. Of course, as she did that, we couldn’t see her but we could watch Zeenat’s face, which was totally perplexed as she didn’t know how to handle the situation: another woman was stripping her naked in front of three men (out of which, only one had ever seen her naked before!), even though there was a curtain in between them. She didn’t have to think much though as we heard Shehla telling her, in a firm voice, to lift one feet and then the other, as she removed the panties off a pair of pretty feet that belonged to my wife, and left her standing completely naked. Cool as a cucumber, she then proceeded to put on the next pair of bra and panty set on my wife, though this time she started with the panty first. Once she had made Zeenat get inside the new pair of panties (white in color), she moved round to her front on the pretext of adjusting the panties on her waist (though what is there to be adjusted in a pair of panties, I don’t know!), so that, now, Zeenat’s exposed boobs were completely visible to her from close quarters. Even though she was a woman, the scene was nevertheless highly arousing, especially as Zeenat brought up her arms over her chest to cover her tits. Shehla took her time adjusting the panties in front. She was behaving as if oblivious to our presence in the room. She even made remarks like, “you have a nice flat, stomach…, very rare for a woman who has passed thru child birth….” Or, “Your hips are in great shape, you know…I was really admiring them as you posed just now.” These comments about her figure, though harmless in essence, were even more embarrassing to Zeenat. But it was nothing as compared to the moment when Shehla decided she must put on the bra on Zeenat herself, and that too standing in front of her. “Now come on, take your hands off…, what are you hiding from me anyway” Shehla said, and laughed a little as if amused at Zeenat’s inhibition in front of another woman. Though of course we couldn’t see anything apart from her face and shoulders (and that too from the back), it was still very highly erotic to hear this conversation, given the situation and the circumstances. I knew Shehla was manipulating the situation and was enjoying herself at the expense of my wife’s modesty (or what remained of it), and I even felt sorry for Zeenat, but my penis seemed to have a mind of its own, as penises often do!Knowing that a protest on her side would lead to more embarrassing conversation in front of those two men (who were watching the entire show with unabashed interest – even Tim, at that point, said goodbye to any pretences of acting decently in front of me), Zeenat simply let her hands fall by her side, leaving Shahid and Tim wishing they were in Shehla’s place. To Zeenat’s relief, Shehla did not pass any more remarks as she slipped the bright white bra straps over Zeenat’s shoulders, but I could see that she was eyeing Zeenat’s breasts intently while doing so. She then moved to the back, hooked the bra and had Zeenat put on the bright red gown. Once Zeenat was ready, both of them came out from behind the curtain. The gown she had Zeenat wear this time was all but transparent. The white underwear showed through and contrasted sharply with the bright red color of the gown, and accentuated the shapely curves on my wife’s sexy figure. She was looking truly beautiful, something she realized herself as she glanced in the large mirror by the wall while she walked out from behind the curtain. Despite the obvious embarrassment she was feeling, I could not help notice a touch of pride in her eyes as she looked at her own reflection. The model of yester years with her latent exhibitionism was coming alive in her. The shooting sequence was pretty much the same as before with a few shots in the gown, followed by some without the gown, and the last few taking a back-pose with Zeenat in her white panty and bra. I noticed though that this time Tim was a lot bolder in approaching my wife. He made her assume poses for each shot and almost every time managed to touch her arms and legs, explaining the positions she was supposed to take. Once the back shots were taken Zeenat thought it was time to change and looked at Shehla quizzically, who motioned her to stay where she was and spoke to Tim instead, “Take a few shots in close-up from the waist up. I need some pics for the bra only.” Then, turning to Zeenat, she said, “some women are not interested in buying the complete set.”Well, that made sense, and as Tim was about to take a snap as directed, Shehla again stopped him and coming near Zeenat, placed her left arm round her shoulders in a friendly manner and with the other hand, pointed towards the mole on Zeenat’s right breast. “I want you to catch this in the photograph” she said to Tim, while actually touching the mole on my wife’s breast with her index finger. “It’s really sexy, and would contrast beautifully with this white bra. Is it coming clearly in the image?” She asked.Now, this was again really embarrassing for Zeenat, and quite unnecessary on Shehla’s part. But I knew she was having her fun. She kept her finger pressed firmly on Zeenat’s breast while Tim looked through the lens and assured her that the mole would be quite visible in the picture

My wife with my boss

Working as Engineer for an important construction firm, I often had to contribute efforts with my boss on important projects for foreign nationals. Over the months, as our projects started being successful, my burden of the work also increased voluminously.My boss never really tried to grasp what was going on, though he held piles of valuable information on his laptop. Most of the time, he just wanted me to keep things running, and took credit for the good things whether he was involved or not. On the other hand, he is a real lady's man. One after the other, the most attractive women around would inevitably catch his eye and he would then put his handsome looks to good use. The stories of his various sexcapades were, in fact, the worst kept secret at our firm.Once, gathering back up data for one particular construction project, I decided to secretly access his laptop and get some of the information I needed to complete the project in time and to pave the way to a promotion at my job in the long term.For several months my wife Sanjana wanted us visit her parents. Once again the project came at the wrong time. I therefore proposed her to go on her own, and I promised to join her once my presentation was over. Since the airport was close to the hotel where my boss and I were having an important summing up meeting prior to the presentation, I proposed that she accompany me.I was pleased with the solution. My wife Sanjana would be of help to keep company to my boss while I would go to look for his laptop. He would see no inconvenience to me bringing my wife, as I knew he would not turn down the company of a beautiful woman. However I chose not tell Sanjana anything about my plan for it to have a better chance of success.Over the months, after a hard day's work, I often spoke to her at great length about my job. She was well aware of the difficulties I was encountering, and our conversations about my handsome womanizing boss were often the highlight of our evenings.Sanjana and I reached the hotel late on the evening. My boss had arrived half an hour before and he came to meet us. I introduced him to my wife and left them to help get our suitcase to our hotel room. The boss and I had booked adjoining rooms with a communicating door, which was all the better for me. Then I joined Sanjana and we took leave of my boss. In the room I asked Sanjana her opinion about him. She told me "You were right, he is a real flirt"."Why? Did he say anything?" I asked.“He praised me a lot and said you are lucky to have such a lovely wife""He might be just right" I teased her.The following day, leaving Sanjana to herself, I met my boss in the seminar room made available for us. When the working session was coming to a close, I proposed that he joined my wife and me for dinner. He accepted gracefully. This was the opportunity I was looking for. I went to the hotel and asked Sanjana to get dressed for the evening.Five minutes after we sat at a table in the hotel's restaurant I excused myself. I needed to get our presentation on film for the following day. I could see in Sanjana's eyes that she was not very happy with the arrangement. She didn't say anything though. I comforted her by saying it will not take more than thirty minutes. They only had time to order for a cocktail, and I would be back.Of course I had already got someone from the hotel to collect the film for me. I therefore went straight to our room and through the communicating door, easily accessed the boss's room. I reached for his laptop and had hardly started copying the required files on my floppy disk when I heard someone coming towards the room.Taking the laptop with me I hurriedly moved towards the bathroom and closed the door behind me, leaving a small slit so I could see who was coming. I was greatly surprised to see my boss accompanied by my wife Sanjana. They must have got tired waiting for me in the restaurant. I was curious what pretence my boss had used to get Sanjana to accompany him to his room.I was soon to find out as my boss took out his photo album from his suitcase and started showing Sanjana photos he had taken at various places in the world. Sanjana always wanted to travel and I remember telling my boss about that once.I could not come out of my hiding, as I had no excuse for being here, doing what I was doing. I therefore watched as he helped her flip through the album. Somehow my boss managed to graze past Sanjana's fingers once or twice as he turned the pages for her.Though she pretended not to notice I knew she was conscious what he was getting at and that made her nervous. She flipped through the remaining pages quickly, thanked him politely and got up to leave. She obviously did not want to encourage him. The boss got up and tried to get her interested with a painting on the wall of the hotel room. As they exchanged a few words, my boss told her "He won't be back yet. We might as well wait for him here only."Though visibly uncomfortable, Sanjana could not find anything to say. He moved closer to her and said "We aren't doing anything wrong, are we?"He was now gently holding at her upper arm, looking straight at her. Sanjana was looking away in an attempt to avoid his eyes on her. He gently lifted her face with his index finger and said: "When a woman blushes it means she is embarrassed or she is angry. Which one are you now?"His voice was very gentle, like a caress on her, and she blushed some more. He moved his face closer to her and said: "Would it embarrass you more if I go ahead and kiss you?"This caused Sanjana to react. She moved back and managed to say " We...we...must not do that""My husband will be here any moment now," she said in between her breath."Had it not been for him you mean..."“No " she quickly said, seeing her mistake."Then why?” he asked."You are a flirt. You must have been through this with many women before. I am not like... these women."“I swear... I am really attracted to you"“You must be saying this to everyone you meet" she said“This is one thing that I have never said before"“What?" she asked."This morning when I woke up, first thing I thought of you, of your legs as I saw them yesterday through your skirt...about how I longed to caress them right there. I thought of your mouth...about the way your lips delicately close on each other as you pronounce each word in a sentence...about the blush that appears on your cheeks every time you are embarrassed ...like now"His words seemed to take her by surprise. He had moved very close, his mouth almost touching her cheeks as he talked. “When your husband asked to have dinner together, I realized it was the last chance I could get to see you once more...to watch your legs as you move up the stairs..."She was now leaning against the wall, her face turned away from him. The tip of his finger was traveling all over the fine features of her face that offered them to him."I really want to kiss you ...even if you are to hate me for that...just one kiss"It was more than she could resist. Her hesitation was less than half a second. She said:" Just ...just promise you will stop when I ask you"A shiver went through my spine and all over me.They were now standing close to the wall, their bodies closing on each other. He was touching her throat with his fingers while caressing her arm with the other hand. She closed her eyes and he bent over her and brushed over her lips. Slowly he kissed her all around her mouth and took her upper lips into his. He continued pressing her until her lips parted. Slowly she responded as he continued kissing her more and more passionately. She moved her hands to his shoulders and opened her mouth to return his kisses.They greedily went for each other, oblivious to everything around. The sound they made with their mouths could be heard across the room.For one short instant I thought I should intervene to put an end to all this. Inside of me however, I was not sure not I should do so. I was not sure I had any control over her right then. I felt Sanjana might not obey me. Even if she did, her body wouldn't. It was feverishly responding to him. She herself had no control over it. I therefore resolved myself to watch, not even having the courage to look away.My boss was now kissing my wife's throat while his hand caress all over her body, coming to rest on her breast as he bent his head further to start sucking on it through her clothes.There was a sharp knock at the door. She was the first to move away, still short of breath. As she leaned to the wall, he went to the door. In came the hotel boy with the two cocktails they had ordered back there in the restaurant. He placed the trolley inside and left.For a few seconds the two of them just stayed there. My wife Sanjana had started to regain composure. She seemed embarrassed to have let herself go. She started moving towards the door but he quickly stopped her by holding her arm and getting in front of her."We should not have done that "she said.He looked pleadingly at her. "Wait..."He moved his hands to hold her waist in an attempt to get prevent her moving away from him. She raised her head to meet his eyes and said: "You promised."She now had her back to the door."Just five minutes” he pleaded, lowering himself to his knees in front of her and holding to her at the waist. His head rested against her belly. Slowly her hands moved to his hair and played with it. She moved her fingers sensually on his eyebrows, his nose, and his lips.Still kneeling, he kissed her fingers and took it into his mouth. With great care he opened the split of her dress, revealing the whiteness of her legs. Still kneeling before her, he ran his fingers from her calf upwards, slowly... Then he kissed her legs, moved along her leg upward, caressing and kissing ...a thousand kisses.My wife moved her hands behind her, to grope for a support on the door. Her whole body was shivering and her mouth was slightly open. Suddenly she left a stifled cry "aahhh..." as a tremor went through her whole body with a pulsating sensation in her throat and her breast.Taking my wife's moan as a cue, my boss rose, lifting her with him and sat her on the bed. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his chest to her. She was now looking straight into his eyes. He then started unzipping his trousers.I felt my stomach getting dry. This could not be happening, not Sanjana, not my faithful wife. She won't let him, I thought. She isn't going to.My breath nearly came to a stop when he took out his cock. Sanjana had moved closer to him, and bending her head, cupped the cock within her fingers and kissed it. She then laid herself on the bed, her eyes still fixed on him. She had let it known she was entirely his.Never in my wildest could I visualize my wife kissing a cock, not even mine. I realized she must have felt it hard against her when he kissed her against the wall. She must have thought about it since. She must have longed for it.Now my boss needed no further encouragement. He picked up her leg and ran his hand down to her thigh, lifting her dress to reveal her panties. With a swift movement he removed it to get access to her. Kissing her leg as he held it in his arms, he pulled her closer to him and guided his cock inside. He was not wearing a condom. She didn't care. She wanted him inside her urgently; she didn't want him to stop.With gentle regular thrusts, he got her body moving with his. She arched backwards, her hands holding to the side of the bed, wriggling with each successive thrust. Moans of pleasure escaped from her throat. Her long split dress had been pulled above her knees revealing her legs, shameless, yet lovely like I have never seen them. In fact, with a twinge of pain, I realized that Sanjana looked her most desirable self.Suddenly my boss stopped his movement and a wave seemed to travel from his body to hers, causing her to arch further backward. Then he started again, this time in faster thrusts, entering her deeper each time. The stifled moans that came from her were now louder, in short bursts.The sight of my proud and respectful wife experiencing wild pleasure, her legs stretched apart in this man's arm, was one I was not prepared for. The body I always held as sacred was now being invaded and enjoyed like a mere object of lust.And then it was all over, the wriggling, thrusting, and moaning. Slowly he let her leg fall and he fell on top of her, his cock still inside her. They stayed like that without moving. Then they both got up hurriedly. They quickly made themselves presentable to meet me in the restaurant. He caught her waist and kissed her as they looked into the mirror. Then again just before leaving the room.