I was out on the town with my wife. We went out for dinner, then we hit a couple bars. She likes to dance, so we went to a blues bar: live band, large dance floor.
Now, I’m not one for dancing, but she doesn’t mind. Usually she just dances on her own, and once and a while she has to put up her guard with guys. For her, it’s worth the hassle. She really enjoys it when I watch her. And, If there’s no one around to talk to, I love to watch her move her body. As long as I don’t look like a creep.

I was sitting at the table with a couple friends I met. I got up to go to the bathroom. On the way back I wondered to the dance floor. Some guy had kept her interest enough to get a conversation going. Most guys try. I imagine many think of what they would like to do with her. I’m sure she loves the attention. I think that’s why she dresses the way she does. On this night it was pretty simple: short skirt and a tight t-shirt. When she move the right way, your could see the top of her stockings and the straps of her garter. Both were white. (more…)

Those were bachelor days when I had just got into a job in an industry located outskirts of chennai. I was looking for a suitable house to move in and was disappointed with the surroundings around my factory. On a suggestion from a friend of mine I started looking in a small suburb around 5 kms away from the factory. Although there were many desirable houses in there and empty too, being a bachelor I was not very welcome. Spending a whole of a sunny sunday looking for a house, I was at the end of my patience when I spotted a to-let sign on a small but neat house. I walked in and pressed the bell and the door was opened by a housemaid. I was made to sit in the sitting room and the maid left saying she would call the ‘maim sahab’. The room was neat and furnished and a series of photos decorated the walls. I could see an old family photo with an army officer, wife and two kids, one large photo of the army officer but with garland indicating the person had died. I could make out that the lady of the house was an army officer’s wife and probably a widow. There were photographs showing daughters wedding and son’s decoration of an army officer, etc.. (more…)

My hubby started sharing me about 8 years ago. We often fantasized about me fucking someone else while we were fucking and I would tell him how I would fuck them and suck them off. We were friends with this one couple, Billy and Liloni and we would go to each others homes to play cards, listen to music and would dance some too. We would go out to a night club once in a while and dance also. (more…)

I had been working at my new job, a MNC and the girls in the office were generally fun to be with. I had got to lay two of them within a month of my joining the office. I must mention that I am a rather handsome looking tall guy. Girls do tend to have hots for me. (more…)

Fantasizing about gorgeous woman had been a staple part of my existence right from secondary school days. Beauties elder to me, particularly married ones, seldom failed to turn me on. (more…)

My girlfriend was a sales rep for a large computer distributor and would go away every month for a few days to Toronto.
Her sister Alex would always hang around with us and call me up to get together every so often when her sister was out of
town. (more…)

When the orgy was over, Candy prompted informed Reginald that he was to move in with Lewis and her ASAP.

“You’re going to be my whore, my gigolo, understand, slave?”

“Gigolo, Mistress? You mean, I will have to sleep with people for money?” (more…)

Hi friends I am Jash here. Hope you like my first story. Anticipating replies from you .
My first love encounter came when I was just 16 years old. I still remember those golden days of my life. We were staying in Poona. I was pursuing my college studies. Jaya was a strong, dominating and rich lady in our locality and above this all she was known to all for her single stay in her two storied house as her husband was a sailor. (more…)

I have memories of laying in my crib in our tiny two room apartment and hearing the animal sounds from their bed as he pounded flesh against flesh until he was satisfied. Afterward he would berate mother for being a lifeless lover and if he wasn’t completely exhausted pick a fight over her lack of enthusiasm for sex. Our best nights while Dad lived with us were those when he came home so drunk he just passed out. (more…)