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My Boss and My Wife

My Boss and My Wife

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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.

My Wife’s Exhibitionism

My wife, Vandana, had persuaded me take Saturday off and go with her for shopping. I sighed but knew that Vandana was adamant and there was little I could do to prevent her from doing anything that she had set mind on. I had disappointed her last night, I knew that and I had to make good of it. Our sex was a bit boring may be because we knew each other too well OR did not find the time to really enjoy it. The first reason may be correct! After 10 hours of tiring office work I returned home to find Vandana in a romantic mood, I was too tired to do anything about it. That was a shame because my wife is an extremely attractive woman.

At 35 years old she stands nearly 5ft 6in and still retains a great body. She works out regularly at a local gym, and that keeps her 38 -26- 36 figure in wonderful shape. Her legs are long and smooth and she has a warm, friendly face, long black hairs reaching up to her butt. I had wanted to take advantage of her charms this morning, but by the time I awoke, she was already up and dressed. I tried to encourage her back to bed with stories of my solid erection, but despite grinning at me wickedly and giving me a quick flash of her boobs as she brushed her hair, she was not going to indulge me. May be she knew I was a useless fucker now! Vandana was very provocatively dressed. She had chosen a pink silk sari with matching silk blouse. The blouse was very transparent and her white cotton bra could be easily seen even over the sari. The blouse had deep half circular neck and back, and off course it was sleeveless. She had put on bright red lipstick, which she reserves for parties and big prominent earrings. The mangalsutra she was wearing looked marvelous as the two cups rested directly in the cleavage of her bust.

I was lucky I thought! She had 4-inch high heels and that made her walk with gracious swing to her buttocks. As we walked from shop to shop, I became aware of the glances that Vandana was getting. This was nothing new to me. Vandana has always been a flirty bitch and I know she loves to show off. Fortunately, I have never been the jealous type and get a lot of sexual satisfaction from just watching other men (and some women) watching my wife. I glanced quickly at her large tits as they bounced while she walked and the image of her flashing them at me this morning came flooding back to me. I could feel my cock begin to harden once again as I recalled the large pink nipples poking out towards me.

We went around shop after shop as Vandana tried on different Salwar-kameez, using the changing room and asking me for my opinion on how well they fit and how good she looked in them. The more shops we went to, the sexier the outfits seem to become. After a few hours I found myself looking at Vandana, as she emerged from a changing room in a figure hugging, red dress. My eyes almost bulged out of my head when I saw her. The dress was cut very low in the front and barely concealed the large swell of her breasts. The salwar was tight too and showed her fleshy thighs and outline of her big ass clearly. “Wow,” I gasped. “You just have to buy that one!” 

“It’s a bit expensive,” she replied. 

“I don’t care,” I continued, and then in a whisper, “You’re making me hard just looking at you in that!” 

Vandana giggled at my comment and turned back towards the room to change back. 

“No. Don’t change,” I said. “Keep it on and I’ll go pay for it. I’m sure they won’t mind bagging up your other clothes so you can wear the new dress now.” Vandana seemed happy to comply, and after I made the payments for it, we both headed for a restaurant for some much needed refreshment. If she had been attracting glances before, then it was direct stares that were at her now. All eyes seemed to be on us as we entered the restaurant on the top level of the shopping center. We sat at a corner table and the waiter took our order for coffee. I looked around and could see a young guy sitting to our. He was openly ogling my wife’s body and as she sat down, the split in the side of the dress opened to reveal a large proportion of her ass and the deep cut showed him the cleavage of her big boobs. The stranger seemed unable to tear his eyes away from the view that was now before him. I leaned over the table and whispered to Vandana. “Looks like you have an interested audience.” I said. “I know. I have seen him, he’s nice, young and very good looking!” “Why not let him see a little more?” I continued with a wicked grin. 

I could see that the idea appealed to her. Her faced was a little flushed as her excitement was obviously increasing. She turned and smiled towards the guy who was still staring at her. She adjusted her position slightly, and dupatta too and bent a little so that the deep cleavage of her big breasts was now clearly visible to the guy. Her actions seemed to be having the desired effect on him because I could see him shift uncomfortably in his seat and try to hide an obvious erection. I was getting incredibly turned on by all this, and it was having an effect on Vandana too. Her face was flushed an even deeper red now and her breathing was becoming shorter and shorter. “Oh god! This is turning me on so much,” gasped Vandana, quietly “I’ve really got to do something about it!” Adjusting my growing erection, I moved closer to her and whispered again. “Well, I think that with only a little encouragement, this guy would just LOVE to fuck your brains out!” “Yes I know! But what can I do for it? Come on do something!” my wife whispered. I told her that I will ask the guy out and we will go to some isolated area in our car. She agreed. So I got up and went to the guy and told him to follow us while we were leaving. First he looked confused but later he just nodded his head. I paid up the bill and we went out. The guy was looking constantly at my wife’s charms and followed us. We went to our car and I signaled him to come. He came to us and I opened the rear door for him and my wife. They both got in and I started the car. The guy introduced himself as Santosh and we gave our fake names. I continued driving outside the city and was looking in the mirror to see the action. My wife had removed the dupatta and was looking at the obvious bulge in Sanotsh’s pants.

Then she whispered, ” So you liked what you were looking at? You were looking at these breasts. Want to see them for real? Just wait till we go out of the city. By the way how big is that monster? Let me feel it and see.” And with that my wife put her hand on his bulge and felt his cock. “Ohhhhhhhhh It is really big and hard! WOW I would love it to take in my mouth. Can I?” The poor fellow just sat there looking with surprise at my wife. I said, ” Go ahead Vandana. Suck his cock well. Make him come on your tits. Come on boy give that monster to my wife.” Santosh unzipped his @jeans fast and Vandana fished out his turgid cock. It was about 8 inches, quite bigger than mine. I watched as my sex hungry wife grabbed it with her hand and started to stroke it slowly. I was afraid to be caught by some inquisitive passer by but the risk was worth taking. Vandana now bent in his lap and kissed the reddish cock head licking it with her snake like tongue.

Santosh shivered at the sensual touch and pushed his cock upwards. Vandana removed her mouth and rubbed her big breasts over his cock. I could see trails of precome on the cleavage of her breasts. It was dangerous to remove the kamiz and Vandana knew it. She thrust her breasts at his and said, ” You wanted to see them hu? Feel them dear. Knead them. Rub them. Suck them. Ohhhhhh you have a wonderful cock. Come on feel my boobs while I rub your cock.” He did not need further invitation. He roughly caught her boobs in both his hands and kneaded them, feeling the softness and judging the size. Vandana was busy stroking his cock and was moaning with lust. I knew her cunt must have been overflowing with juice! Santosh was close to Cumming and moaned loudly, ” Ahhhhhh ! ohhhhhhhh ! come on take my juice! Let it land on your tits! Ohhhh God! I am ccccoooooommmmiiiiiiinnnnng!.” I watched in the mirror and could see his cock spurting thick globs of come in large quantities. My wife took the blast on her big boobs and the semen landed in the cleavage spotting her red kamiz. My cock was very hard now and I had to take it out and rub it. Watching my wife masturbate Santosh, gave me a huge hard on and I wanted release. I stopped the car and went to the back seat of my car to see Santosh panting heavily and my wife licking away the sperm from the Kamiz and rubbing the same onto her boobs. The top portion of her breasts was shining with the gluey come and her lips were all sticky. I urged her to suck me off, but to my surprise she refused.

I was miserable and wanted release. She was a real slut of a wife and she blackmailed me for sucking me off. ” Come on dear husband. Suck that cock of Santosh and show him that you are a useless husband. Your cock is good for nothing. See his cock its full 8 inches compared to your useless 5-inch. Come on Santosh give him your cock. Come on give that pencil to me and I will suck it for you while you suck that ramrod.” What could I say? I silently took the softening cock of Santosh and sucked it. The fellow was horney alright! He did not bother who sucked the cock for his cock grew full 8 inches within few seconds. My mouth was full of the cock meat and I was sucking him off eagerly waiting for Vandana to begin the blow job on my cock. Vandana saw me sucking and clapped her hands and then bent down to suck my small cock. As soon as her lips touched my cock it exploded jets of sperm on her face and she gladly took that and rubbed it all over her skin. Watching me come triggered off Santosh and he came for the second time filling my mouth with his sour come. I had to swallow everything and I did it. What a wife! Vandana then told me that she wanted Santosh to fuck her cunt and that I should undress her for him. Yes I did that too and made my slut wife naked. She immediately lay on the seat, face down and ass up position and asked me to guide Santosh in her cunt. I caught the rod of Santosh and guided him to my wife’s cunt. He thrust his cock in hurry and all his 8 inches were buried in the cunt of my wife. My wife was moaning loudly now urging him to fuck her cunt real hard.

” Come on Santosh! Fuck that cunt! Ohh your cock is ssoo big! It has stretched my cunt wide. Ohhhh yes fuck me hard! Oohh God! What a cock! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Yessssssssss!” Her ass moved back to meet his thrusts and his cock was banging away at the cunt of my wife with great speed. My own cock was hard again watching Vandana getting the strangers cock in her cunt. Ohhhhhh! I loved it. I loved to watch my wife taking big hard cock of a stranger. I started to jack off in earnest and wanted to come with them. My wife squealed and her body shuddered in the intense orgasm she was receiving. Her cunt must have been pumping this stranger and he was brought to climax with my wife. They both were coming now and I too ejaculated my load on my hands. Santosh dismounyrd my wife and layback on the seat panting.

My wife spread her legs and offered me her cum filled cunt to lick. ” Come on my dear husband. Lick away that come along with my cunt juice. You deserve that. Come on lick that strangers come from my cunt. Ohh yesssss! Like that. Lick my clit for a while! Yesssss. That’s it. Good boy!” I cleaned my wife’s cunt that was just fucked by Santosh and we tidied ourselves and left. 

Seema’s Practices in Exhibitionism

Seema pushed open the sliding doors and stepped out onto the balcony, breathing in deeply the fresh morning air. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the sunlight and she stretched. What a perfect Sunday morning it was turning out to be. She had no plans for the day except to get some rest and relax. She had joined Yoga classes recently and was practicing it daily in the morning in her Balcony. Today she was in the balcony for the practice but her mind was drifting back to her exhibitionist tendencies and she remembered many instances where she exposed herself for other males. She was in some mood today and was a bit of excited at the thought of showing her body to the lucky ones today.
Seema was about 40 yr old, happily married to a businessman and had two children. Her married life was nice but it lacked some of the excitement that she always wanted. her husband did not neglect her in any way but he had lost interest in sex recently and was always telling some excuse or the other when she joined him in bed. This made her starve sexually and her mind used to drift back to her college life. She was a sort of exhibitionist and liked to wear revealing clothes that made all the boys hard in the pant. She used to remember the incidences and knew that this was her fetish. And NOW standing in the balcony she was wondering what will happen if she showed her body to some lucky guy. Her flat was on the 10 th floor in Delhi and there were only few flats opposite to her. She was interested in one guy, who lived right opposite to their balcony and was in his college. He often watched her while she did exercise in her balcony. Today she wanted to show herself to him and her cunt became wet at the thought.

Seema was wearing her shorts and loose T-shirt for the exercise and she started her routine. She did few exercises and watched the boy opposite to her balcony. He was looking at her steadily and as she looked at him, he smiled at her. This made her heart beat faster and faster. She very much wanted to do many things for him and so looked at the other flats. There was no activity in any of them and she knew that she was safe to show off to the boy watching her. She sat on the reclining easy char, with her face towards the watcher. She quickly pulled off her shorts and threw them aside. Now her cunt was exposed to him, just covered by lower portion of the t-shirt Adjusting her legs, she looked over the high concrete balcony. This was one of the best things about living here.

Tushar, the boy opposite to Seema, tossed the newspaper onto the table and got up to pour himself his third cup of coffee. He lowered the cup from his lips and stared at the beautiful figure emerging from the apartment opposite to him. Long brown hair blew freely in the breeze as she stood and seemed to be greeting the morning. His eyes scanned down her body, appreciative of what he saw. Long, shapely legs that met up with white shorts, her pink cropped tee shirt showing off her flat stomach and very round, firm looking breasts. He wished he could be closer, to study her face that from this distance appeared to be very beautiful.

The only people who could really see her now were just the boy opposite and there was no risk in doing what she was intending to do. Stretching again, she slowly spread her legs in the chair. She then removed her t-shirt, exposing her body totally. Grabbing the bottle of oil, she opened the cap and was greeted by the sweet smell of coconut oil. Squeezing some onto the palm of her hand, she rubbed her hands together and then slowly rubbed her palms up and down her arms, making her lightly tanned skin glisten in the sun. Adding more oil to her palms, she rubbed her hands down her chest and around the cups of her white Bra top. Her skin tingled as she rubbed the oil on her stomach and down. A breeze blew her long brown hair around her shoulders, tickling her back and she let out a small shiver. She glanced at the boy and she knew that she was giving him a nice show. He was looking at her firm bra-clad boobs and his hand was rubbing his crotch. It seemed that he was really hard. He was holding some newspaper opposite to him, probably to conceal him and was drinking tea.

Leaning forward, she started at her feet and worked her way up to her knees, spreading the oil evenly across her skin. She could feel the oil warming as her fingers made circular motions up her thighs. Turning in the chair, she leaned against the back that was still in the upward position and reached for the bottle again, pouring a liberal amount into her hand. After rubbing her hands together, she placed them on her thighs and started massaging in the oil. The heat from her hands, the softness of her touch, and the weight of her fingers as they slowly made their ways to her inner thighs, made her body shake slightly. Sliding down the back of the chair a little, she spread her knees apart and continued to rub, her thumbs brushing against the smoothness of her skin of her cunt. Her thumbs pushed a little harder and she moaned softly, and pushed even harder against herself.

She opened her eyes and realized what she was doing, and more importantly, where she was doing it. Well yes, the boy opposite wa now busy with his hand inside his shorts, rubbing the hardness and trying to pacify the lust. Reaching around behind her, she undid the bra and then pulled the it away from her body, tossing it with her shorts and tee shirt. Her nipples started to harden from the slight breeze, but probably more so, from their exposure to the boy opposite. With two wet with sweet smelling oil, she leaned back in her chair and started to rub the oil against her breasts. Her hands slid easily across her skin, cupping her breasts and squeezing gently, thumbs and index fingers capturing her nipples and pulling lightly and then twisting a little harder.

A moan escaped her lips as she tugged harder on her long nipples, pulling and stretching them, making them harder and more sensitive to her touch. With her eyes closed, her fingers tweaked her nipples; her thighs squeezing together as the feeling ran down her body. Without even thinking about what she was doing, she ran her hands down her stomach and rubbed the flesh between her pussy lips. As the fingers hit her clit she began to move her hips up and down. Feeling it slid against her hardening clit, she moaned and moved one hand down to stroke her bare lips. The oil on her fingertips slid easily across her exposed lips, making her shiver at her own touch. Without a second thought, she raised her hips and tore off the panties, tossing them aside and laying one leg over each side of the chair. Her fingers moved quickly to her pussy, two fingers holding her lips apart as another started to stroke her clit. She jumped slightly as she rubbed, her finger moving down further and feeling the wetness that was slowly seeping out of her pussy. Collecting some of the wetness, she returned her finger to her clit and rubbed it in, the hard little nub responding to her touch and sending signals throughout her body to wake up.

As she removed her shorts and tee shirt, Tushar felt his cock begin to stir in his shorts. Down boy, I don’t think we’re invited. Her body was even nicer than he had imagined before, beautiful breasts not hidden very well behind the tiny white bra. The curve of her hips, the small panties of her bikini, those long legs that seemed to go on for miles, the total picture was enough to make one stop and stare.
She was reaching behind her and removing the Bra. Good choice. His attention was completely on her breasts and by the looks of things, so was her. Fingers pulling at her nipples, as her breasts became wet with the oil. God, he could almost smell it and even better, he could almost taste it. Holding the glasses with one hand and watching her pull and squeeze at her tits, his other hand moved down and unbuttoned his pants and released the zipper. Tugging down his briefs, he found some relief as his hand started to slowly stroke his semi-erect cock. As he watched her pulling on her long nipples, he himself pulling on his cock, matching her strokes. She watched him remove his cock and stroking it in rhythem with her and her own fingers moved faster and faster.

One hand worked her pussy, fingers moving from her clit and then down, slowly inserting them into her pussy and raising her hips to meet her own thrusts. As her fingers fucked her, she massaged her breast in her other hand. Leaning her head down, her hand pushing her breast up, she stuck out her tongue and licked her nipple. The oil definitely smelled better than it tasted but her tongue didn’t seem to care as it circled her nipple, flicking hard against it and then licking long strokes. She pulled her breast up further and took her nipple into her mouth, sucking on it hard, teeth biting gently on it and pulling backwards, stretching it while her tongue played with it from inside her mouth.

He watched as she sat down and began spreading the oil on herself, her long fingers moving quickly across her skin, not missing a spot. Oh to be those hands, he thought, bringing his cup back to his lips and drinking more coffee but not tasting it. He watched with amusement and curiosity, feeling like a voyeur but not really caring much. Taking a large mouthful of coffee, he almost spit it out when her thumbs started moving against the crotch of her bikini bottoms. He wanted to get closer and figured there were only two ways that he possibly could. One, which was way out of the question, was to just go over there and perch himself on her balcony and tell her to carry on, pretend I’m not here, and number two was to get his binoculars. Number two was much easier but would require walking away for a few minutes and he wasn’t sure he wanted to miss a moment. His hardening cock took over his brain and he dashed into the apartment, grabbed his binoculars from the closet and ran back out, slamming the door behind him as he made his way back to the corner. Holding the glasses to his eyes, he focused and caught his breath. Damn, she was beautiful. She was all shiny from the oil and her lips where slightly parted and oh mercy, her fingers were moving faster against the crotch of those panties.

There goes her hand, moving down to her pussy. she stroked her pussy even faster and he too started stroking his cock faster, his hand sliding down to squeeze his balls between strokes. He moved his focus briefly to her face; her lips parted more, her tongue running across them as she pulled the material harder between her lips. He could only imagine what that must have been doing to her clit. It was probably swelling under the white material, mixing with the cream from her pussy as she slid the material up and down. Fingers suddenly invaded two wet, pouty pussy lips. Fingers pushing and rubbing – slowly being inserted into her wet cunt and moving in and out. His hand moved faster over his cock, twisting slightly as he felt it lurch in his hand, pre-cum collecting at the tip, which he wiped off with his thumb, smearing it across his shaft.

He licked his lips as he continued to watch her fuck herself with her long fingers. One then two fingers, slowly pumping in and out of her gorgeous pink pussy. Oh now there we go, one hand working her pussy and the other on her breast, pulling it upwards and oh God, she’s taking her nipple into her mouth. He wondered what she was thinking; who was making love to her? Her tongue flicked at her nipple and then it disappeared into her mouth. His strokes became shorter and faster his cock throbbing in his hand.

Oh man! Legs going over the armrests and there it is; the power of a woman; the thing we crave; a beautiful, wet, swollen and in this case, shaved pussy. That’s it honey, add that third finger. Oh she looks like that feels even better, three fingers and a hot mouth on her nipple. He watched her fuck herself harder with her fingers, his hand matching her stroke for stroke, his cock going deeper and deeper into her pussy, holding off before he filled it. He slowed down his strokes, gently rubbing his cock, his balls feeling tighter, ready to explode at any moment. Be patient, he told himself, let’s hold off and cum together
Moaning softly, she pulled her feet up onto the chair and then swung her legs over the armrests, opening her pussy wide to her loving fingers. Two fingers were pumping her pussy hard, her thumb rubbing her clit in small circles. When she added a third finger, the pressure made her bite her nipple, which in turn made her start fucking her fingers harder. The sounds of her soaked fingers jamming deep into her pussy filled her ears and she couldn’t stop herself. bodyWith head leaning back, and her hips moving up and down, she felt the coolness of the cube mixing with the heat coming from her pussy, an indescribable feeling as both cool and hot liquid escaped her body, covering her fingers and sliding down her ass.

Oh God, she moaned, squeezing her thighs around her hands and holding them prisoner deep inside her cunt. The orgasm seemed to start at her toes and quickly make it’s way up her legs and then exploded inside her pussy. She cried out as her body shook, fingers being held so tight within her walls that she couldn’t move them even though she could feel her hot cum covering them.

With one final shake, her thighs loosened and released her hand. Almost with regret, she removed her fingers from her pussy and then brought them to her mouth, sucking each one of them into her mouth until she had cleaned off all her cream. As he watched her shove her fingers into her pussy, he didn’t think he’d be able to wait for her to cum. Her movements became jerky, as did his.
He watched as her thighs tightened around her hand and the look on her face told him it was time. Watching her face – her silent moans ringing through his ears finished it for him. He closed his eyes for a brief second and then started to cum all over the inside of his balcony. He watched her cum, still cumming himself, his legs shaky and his heart beating fast.

The intenseness of her orgasm brought on that old familiar, content sleepy feeling but she knew that if she fell asleep with nothing covering her nipples or pussy lips she would definitely regret it. So she dressed up and casually glanced up at Tushar, who was still watching her through the binoculars and went inside.

It must have been good for her too, he thought, watching her drop back onto the lounge chair and start sucking on her fingers. He wanted to yell ‘save some for me’ but thought that might be inappropriate. Looking down, he felt a little foolish, his pants down around his ankles but he really didn’t care. That was the best sex he’d had in a long time, with or without a partner. He leaned down and pulled up his pants, looking over at her as he did up the zipper. She was looking in his direction and he quickly dropped out of sight. Did she see me? Does she know I watched? Maybe she knew all along that I was here. No, I don’t think she knew but just maybe…

I am a girl of 18 years

I am a girl of 18 years studying in college, doing my B.A. in psychology. I don’t know why I like to show off my body to older men. But may be it started when I was growing up and I observed men looking at my growing breasts and bulging ass. That excited me and I did not know what it was. I understood it as I grew up. The long stares of hungry men, specially older ones excited me and I started to dress provocatively. I wore skirts and shirt/blouse. The blouse would have deep cut in front that would show my 33 inch breasts. The skirt would be knee length and a bit loose so that once in a while it would fly and give nice view of my hairy snatch.

I watched the men staring and that would always made me wet and I had to masturbate in the privacy of toilets or at home. I will narrate an incidence in a train. Our family had to go to Mumbai for attending a marriage and the incidence took place while I was sitting and watching the beauty of nature from the window. We got on the train and I sat down opposite two older men in their 50’s. I was wearing white shirt and blue skirt and high-heeled sandals. No bra and no panties! I was aware that I showed the cleavage of my breasts and occasionally when I uncrossed the legs, glimpses of my hairy pussy. They were constantly looking at me. Their looks were making me breath faster in the excitement of exhibitionism. I had to bite my lower lip to make sure my breathing wasn’t too obvious.

After a couple of minutes I casually undid a button on my blouse (My blouse had buttons in the front at 2 cm gap). One of the men was glancing at me and saw me doing it, and I smiled back at his startled look. I pretended that the weather was very hot and I and to do it. I was looking straight at him and I think he could just begin to see the curve of my breast now. He looked confused, didn’t know where to look, but he saw that I didn’t mind him staring. He shifted a bit in his seat to get a better view. The other man was reading, but glanced up at this movement and saw me. He didn’t look down again.

They both were looking at the cleavage of my breasts excitedly. Then I started undoing the second button. Their breathing was getting heavy, and I could see them getting hard from the bulge it created. They boldly stared at the treasure of my breasts and swallowed hard. I was getting excited too and wanted to show them more. But how could I in a running train? I rested my elbow on the side of the window so that my arms pressed on my breasts and made them bulge even more. I then smiled at them and let them know that I was aware of their stares. I looked around to see if anyone was watching our little game but all were busy in either dozing off or looking blankly out of the window. I then uncrossed my legs and placed both of my feet on the floor. Fresh air rushed in my pussy and I felt better. I started to stamp my feet in rhythem to some unknown music and attracted their attention. They realised what I had done and casually looked down at my knees. I followed their gaze and slowly spread my legs slightly. The gate to look at my cunt was widening slowly and I saw eagerness in the eyes of the two older men. One of them had his hand on his hard on and was slowly pressing his cock. I shifted a little in my seat and then pushed my ass forward. This made my knees go up and my cunt was now in line with the eyes of the two men. They looked intently and must have seen my pussy hairs and then my cunt. I scratched my

knee and lifted it slightly up.

Ohhh God! That made my pussy open for them. I saw them getting excited and looking at my exposed cunt. I wanted t o show them more! So I winked at them and got up and walked to the toilet. I wanted them to follow me and I looked behind. Both of them were coming behind me and I lost a beat! The toilet area was deserted and best suited to fulfill my fetish. I opened the toilet door and went inside. I did not close the bolt but kept the door slightly ajar. The two men came there and looked around. They must have seen the half closed toilet and eagerly walked near it. I looked through the crack of the door and saw them looking. I had to act fast! I removed my shirt slowly letting them see me do it. Slowly my breasts came into view. I removed the shirt and held my breasts in my palms, kneading them and rubbing them. They were really shocked to see this and their eyes bulged out! I slowly raised my breast to my mouth and tried to kiss the nipple. But could not do it.



So I started to rub my nipples between my thumb and forefinger and soon both my nipples were hard. They stood proudly on the swelling of my breasts, sticking out about ½ inch. I moaned loudly and my body shook with excitement. I wanted the men to look and I wanted their cocks to burst with thick white come! I removed my skirt and stood naked inside the toilet. It was risky and the risk was worth to be taken. I spread my legs and showed them my cunt. My cunt was covered with small pussy hairs and my clit stood hard and prominent. I opened my cunt lips with my fingers and began to rub a finger all along the slit. Now one of the men came closer and whispered, ” Hey beti! Can I come inside? I will give you a nice fuck.” ” No! please uncle! I have to stay virgin for my marriage so I cant allow that.

But you can rub your dick while watching me. OK?’ He hurried in and I closed the door. The other man knocked it and I had to open it. I held it slightly open and heard him say, ” what about me? Should I come inside too? Or should I just keep on watching.?” ” Uncle. Just keep an eye on people. Be on guard and I will give you your chance too.” And I closed the door as before. The man caught my breasts and kneaded them savagely. I knew he was in a very excited state. I allowed him to do that and asked him to suck my nipples. He gladly did that. I felt his mouth against my nipple and he sucked it in. he chewed it with his lips and then bit it slightly. This made me very hot and I put my hand on his crotch and undid the zipper. His 7-inch cock was out and smiling. Due to long excitement his red cock head was all wet with precome and I felt my hand slide on it easily. I looked at him and smiled.

He went on to his knees and started to lick my cunt. Ohh that felt really nice. He was an expert cunt lapper and knew how to do it. His tongue rolled around my clit making me moan loudly. My ass jerked as his tongue moved all over my slit and finally he pushed his tongue in my cunt hole and started to tongue fuck me. Ohh God I was in heaven. I wanted his cock. I wanted to take it in my cunt in my mouth and fuck it! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh I moaned and came! My cunt juice must have choked him. My legs trembled and I came and came! He licked all the juice from my cunt and fucked me for more than five minutes and then lost his patience. He urged me to make him come. He got up and asked me to wrap my fist around his cock and jerk him off. I did that and he started to move his ass in rhythm to my fist. I must have jerked him for a few minutes and he came. His cock spasmed and thick white come shot out through it. Some landed on my hand and some on my sandals. The feeling of the hot come on my body was great. I rubbed the come all over my skin and left it there. The man put his cock inside his pant and went out thanking me for nice show. I told him to guard for sometime till I finish off with the other.

The other man came in hurriedly and I could see that his cock was very hard. He did not bother to touch and asked me to masturbate with him. He took out his cock and began fisting it slowly. I bent my knees and pushed my hand to my pussy, watching him jerk off. He was looking at my fingers rubbing on my cunt. I pushed my long finger in my cunt hole and began finger fucking myself. It felt great while doing it with the man jerking off close to me I moaned obscene words and his fist moved faster. We continued rubbing our organs and looking at each other. Soon my body jerked and I came! My fingers were soaked wet. I took my fingers to his mouth and he licked them. This triggered his orgasm and his cock busted. Jets of come splashed from his cock onto my belly and stomach. Rubbed that too on my body. He put his cock in his pant and went out satisfied. I finished putting on my clothes and then came out and sat on my seat, as if nothing had happened.

Women’s Secret

I am Rekha and I am going to narrate true incidance of my life. I am working in a private concern as Personal Assistant for many years. By the way let me tell you something about me.

I am 28 and married to loving husband who too works in public sector company. We have been married for about 4 years now and have one son. Initially our married life was very exciting and we used to fuck almost daily, except for those four days each woman has. Even in this period he used to fuck me saying it’s impossible for him to do away without sex. I maintain my figure with regular exercise and managed to retain my stats 38 – 26 –38. I have firm breasts and I am very proud of those globes. They make every male look at me twice and I have trouble shaking away many such lechers. I have nice ass and it sways as I walk that too is troublesome for me. To say in short- I have nice seductive figure. Of late after about 3 years of marriage our sex decreased and now we fuck once a week or at the most twice a week. I don’t understand why this happens and I tried to see to it. I started to read some sexy stories and I loved those on exhibitionism and w Read the rest of this page »