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This story is about a couple who go through various infidelities due to weak-mindedness and eventually realize how they allowed themselves to be manipulated. I first saw Preethi when I had come home for summer vacation after my third year B.Tech. Her parents had relocated from Delhi and moved in to our locality. She had joined 11th grade the same school where I studied. She was stunningly beautiful and didn’t really look like a ** year old. Although, she was just in her 11th grade, she could put to shame any of the grown up girls with the kind of body she possessed. Being a Konkani ***** (like the famous Aishwarya Rai!) it was not surprising that she was gifted with a flawless, fair complexion. She was around 5'4", slightly above average height by Indian standards. Her eyes and her lips were her striking features. She had an awesome figure - she was neither skinny nor fat but just perfect. It wasn't surprising that there were lots of guys eyeing her.  Besides b...

This is a very true story of how I witnessed my sexy Indian wife being used by her close and trusted British friend, while she was drunk and sleeping. We are now 38 and 36 years old. This true incident happened in Leeds. First let me tell you a bit about my wife. She's passed out from one of the premier engineering colleges in India and also completed her MBA with flying colors. Well educated, highly career oriented, independent minded, and modern lady that is what she is. She wears all dresses from traditional Chudidars to Mini Skirts, stylish tight designer trousers to work. We were in the same college and I know that I have been the only man to have ever had sex with her in all her 38 years and I am very positive of that.  Even though she is very modern and speaks excellent English with a British accent, she still values Indian tradition and ensure that our children carry the value of their roots. She is an excellent home maker, a perfectionist and has around very ...

"Honey," Kunal called out but she was lost in deep thoughts. "Honey I am sorry," he spoke, "I didn't mean it... I was just angry," but Neha was lost into deep thoughts. He tried again and again but she remained silent and Kunal knew he has spoken too much and he was not getting away easily. Neha was boiling with rage, she had been listening to her husband's comments and hints for last few months, but today he has openly accused her of cheating and that too without any substance in it. She decided she had enough. Just then the doorbell rang and Neha looked in his direction. "Must be the pizza," she spoke coolly. She took the laptop and placed it on the ledge below the TV. "You can watch the couch clearly from here, honey," her tone was scaring Kunal. "What... why," Kunal was lost for words. She checked in the open window that the laptop was placed at the correct place and most of the drawing cum li...

It was eight O clock in the evening when Kunal Jain entered in his five-bedroom penthouse in south Delhi locality and found his wife Neha Jain playing with their 3-year-old son Aryan. There full-time maid Nancy was also around helping Neha. "What took you so long," Neha asked, "I called you around seven and you said you already left office," she looked at him questioningly. "Insane traffic... don't know where from all these people came," he spoke helplessly taking out his tie. Just then his driver entered with his briefcase and some files and stuff and kept it on the table. "You can leave now but make sure you are here by 7 in the morning," Kunal spoke. The driver nodded and left. "You have to leave early tomorrow," Neha enquired. "Yeah," he replied catching the ball Aryan threw at him and threw it back at him. "Catch it... tomorrow Roger is coming from USA, I have to pick him up at airpo...

My name is Sanjay and I live in Chennai. I am 21 year old. Hear I want to share my sexual encounter with my neighbour. Her name is Anjali. She is an attractive woman with wheatish complexion, longhairs and sexy tall figure. When ever I saw her my cock got erection and I masturbated thinking about her for several times. She was married with a kid. One day my mum said “Anjali has some problem in her computer and she needs your help, please help her” I was waiting for this type of moment. I immediately replied “Tell her to bring her computer to our house I will solve the problem” Next evening Anjali brought her computer. I examined it and found some bad sectors on hard disk. I told her about the problem and asked for permission to format the hard disk. She agreed for that. I asked her about any useful data which had to be recovered. She told me about some word files in ‘my document’ folder. Then she went to TV lounge with my mum for chatting and I started my job. Firstly I attached her ha...