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I am an Indian (Bengali) housewife, aged 32 now. I wish to narrate another true incident in my life,which Happened nearly few months back & has changed my life totally at the age of 32. I had all along a very active and satisfying sex life with my husband, but around five years back, a lingering back pain of mine spoilt my sex life completely.  Whenever we attempted for intercourse my pain used to be unbearable and finally we had to stop sexual act. Although my husband all along tried his best for my treatment and never expressed his sexual frustrations before me, I could guess that he used to feel miserable. I could guess this from his very frequent masturbation in bathroom which I could feel from his moaning while fall. I consulted a number of doctors. Most of them said that the pain was arthritic in nature and there was no cure for this. At last, I consulted an ayurvedic doctor. He prescribes a herbal medicine and advised me to have an oil massage with teel oil on my back everyd

This was a long time in the making for my wife and I to share this experience. She was reluctant for years to let anyone enter our marriage in a sexual way. She was loyal and always came back to our vows and she told me idea scared her because she was worried it would open a desire or kink inside her. I was always of the opinion just embrace it! There was a venue in the city we visited that hosted swinger's parties and had a clean and fun reputation as a adult club. We did some research together online and read reviews of other couples that were doing this type of thing for the first time. My wife read a review of a couple, similar age and almost identical circumstances to ours. High school sweethearts and looking to spice things up in the bedroom. The woman's side of the review was that there was no pressure and most of the real kinky stuff went on behind curtains in private spaces. The review went on to say it was like a night club with a bit more class, better music and a re

Helen was the eighteen year old daughter of my next door neighbor. Over the winter and spring she had blossomed and she was gorgeous, black hair, hazel eyes and a bosom that seemed to have doubled in size overnight. She seemed to have a complete wolf pack trailing after her, but I hadn't noticed her favoring any specific wolf as of yet, but that would come. Hormones will out, and I'm quite sure she had her fair share. For the time being, however, she was getting a kick of leading the pack around, confident in her ability to jerk on their leashes. I noticed that on the hotter days she was wearing skimpy bikinis and working on her tan, and it seemed to me that if those bikinis became any skimpier they'd vanish entirely. I was working in the garden on a Saturday afternoon on one of those nice hot days when I heard a yelp from next door. Looking over the fence I saw that Helen had tripped somehow, and was now tangled in the deckchair. Somehow she'd managed to get her arm pi

The forecast was for a beautiful spring day and I dressed according to the forecast. I was wearing a short flirty skirt and a loose blouse that displayed some nice cleavage when I left the top two buttons undone. I know the cleavage was nice because I could see men's eyes swiveling to check it out as I bounced along on my way to work. (I was also carrying a jacket. I didn't completely trust the weather forecast.) It was one of those days when everything was going splendidly. We had plenty of customers and they were all friendly. (A rare occurrence.) I made quite a few sales and could look forward to a nice commission. We were so busy I had to work right through my normal lunch break and I didn't get to take my break until two. The weather had held up so I grabbed a sandwich and a drink and strolled over to a nearby park to have lunch in the sun. The park was deserted apart from me, probably because I was having lunch so late. I plunked myself down on a handy bench, undid a

Soon after Pastor Ann moved, I was in one of those trendy healthy grocer stores that sell mostly organic and healthy foods. I was just perusing the aisles since it had just opened, and seeing if there was anything worth the exorbitant prices that were being charged. My eye was caught by a beautiful pregnant woman further down the aisle from me. I knew that I knew her, but couldn't place her. I meandered throughout the store trying to get a better look without being obvious. Finally it hit me -- she was the wife a former business partner of mine at my prior job. A real jerk. He was about my age, but she was much younger when they married -- his second marriage. I remember him parading her around when they first started dating, her wearing slutty Halloween costumes to parties and low cut dresses to other events. Like he was some super stud that had to show off his 25 year old girlfriend to boost his ego. I recall their wedding reception in his backyard probably three years before, wh

I love hot sunny days. You can get away with wearing almost nothing, knowing all the boys are watching you. You can go swimming or take a pleasant walk in the country (as long as you choose a suitably shaded trail). Sunny days are the best. There is one problem with hot sunny days. They tend to be followed by hot, mucky, nights, and they're the pits. You're too hot and sweaty to sleep and too tired not to and you have a dreadful night and wake up grumpy. Turn on the air conditioner, I hear you say. Then you're a trifle cooler and kept awake by the insist drone of the air conditioner. Whisper quiet, they say. A very loud whisper if you ask me, pitched in a voice that carries it throughout the house. This particular night I was trying to sleep without using an air conditioner. The heat and humidity were winning. I grumbled my way out of bed and over to the window, hoping that if I leaned out I might catch a faint breeze. I had mixed luck there. I didn't find a breeze but