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My Life After all the drama, quarrels and fights between my family and my husband Sriram's family, the day of wedding arrived.  Me and my husband Sriram studied in the same college and both were madly in love with each other.  Our love was something special, all because of my husband Sriram, he was a gentleman and treated me like a lady.  He promised me that he would not cheat on me and will surely marry me, and also promised that until our marriage he will not make love to me.   Though we have kissed each other passionately several times and me being a naturally horny girl, got turned on several times and was ready for sex, my husband Sriram was very conscious about the promise he made to me, therefore we did not make love.  Though I admired him for being a Gentlemen, there were many instances where I wished he broke his promise and we made love.  Nevertheless, we were having a wonderful time together, as I was very much sure that he loved me very muc...

Thanks for the overwhelming response to all my stories so far. Your response is what makes me write more and more. For people who have not read my stories before, there is the link to the series. After a pretty long dry spell, my aunt Kamala and I were having a horny WhatsApp chat session. How much we miss each other’s body and how much we are missing the wild and horny sex that we have had in the past. I did tell Kamala about my encounter with one of the ISS reader’s Suja. A massage leads to hot and horny sex and she seemed pretty excited about it. I have discussed with her many times about the email requests that I get for such stories. Couples wanting to try a group sex session with us but she has always shrugged it away. But this time she seemed a bit interested in the massage session as she always liked good massages. The WhatsApp session continued and she fingered herself to an amazing orgasm. I shagged my dick vigorously and cummed all over my palm and thighs. Things were normal...

Hello everyone, this is Varun with a new story. Thank you for all the responses to my previous story about a homeless man. This is a new incident that happened in a gym. My sister, Kavya and I go to the gym 2-3 days a week to gain strength after all the cardio sessions at home. The gym is very close to our apartment. We can reach the gym in less than 10 minutes on walking. I normally wear loose shorts and a t-shirt to the gym, and my sister wears tight shorts and loose intimate tops. Sis also doesn’t wear a bra and panties to the gym. But she would keep a bra handy just in case. We go to the gym late at night as we like our privacy while working out. Usually, only the receptionist will be there at the front desk. He looks at my sister like a hungry dog who hasn’t eaten anything long. Also, Kavya likes to flirt with him. She keeps him close by giving him a nice view of her bare boobs. She also lets him play with them from time to time. In return, he tells us when we go in if anyone else...

A few weeks back we got some new neighbors, a young couple, in their early twenties. He was OK, I guess, but a lot younger than me so I didn't bother getting to know him. She on the other hand was a real honey, so I certainly couldn't get to know her. I'm married and I suspected that my wife would understand me just a little too well. Debbie (that's the neighbor, not the wife) was a sweet young thing. A full nubile body, long dark hair, and very fit. She kept her fitness up by jogging. I've seen her go jogging off down the street a number of times. I've always thought that young ladies with a fuller bust should wear sports bras when they go jogging but Debbie didn't, and every time I saw her bouncing down the street I was glad of it. I happened to be standing at the window one day when Debbie came jogging down the street on her way home. She was wearing a short top, shorter shorts, and a smile that was bigger than her entire outfit. Marie (that's my wife...

I would Like to Thank Randi for all her assistance with editing and guidance. All sexual participants in this story are over 18. I could feel the disquiet growing. At first, it was mild annoyance, but that changed quickly, as I rapidly approached anger. Yeah, I admit watching him walk into our Christmas party I was impressed. He had been my idol since I was younger, and just getting into computers. He was self-made, his whole empire built on his ability as a programmer and designer. When he walked in with a gorgeous woman on his arm I was blown away. I didn't think I had ever seen a woman like her. She was tall and graceful, poured into the long gold figure-hugging gown that flowed cascading over her luscious body like liquid metal. God damn, she was stunning, I mean really stunning. Even my wife, Kayla, sucked in a sharp intake of breath as she ran an admiring eye up and down the vision. Her hair, long and blonde, seemed to shimmer under the fluorescent lights. Her makeup was perf...