Indian Sex Stories

I waited outside the door waiting for her to open the door. Soon I heard footsteps and the door opened. It was her mother. For a moment I was awestruck. This was the first time I had seen her mother and she was beautiful. She must have been around 40 but she had a very firm pair of breast. I could see that she was not wearing a bra or anything. So her tits were just bouncing around when she walked. I could even see her nipples. Suddenly I had an urge to touch them, but I contained my self and asked if her daughter was there. And got an affirmative. Her mother asked me to follow the to the sitting room. There she pointed towards a sofa and asked me to sit down while she called her down. The mother, as I will call her the whole story, went up. I sat down, waiting for her to come down.

It is not a story but a fact of my life. I was in std. 12th at that time. I was very good at studies. I had tuition of my school teacher. Her name was Mrs. Neerja. She was a teacher of math’s and science. I had very good impression on her as a student. But I was very much impressed by her body especially by her boobs. They were very good and perfect in shape and size. I didn’t have bad eyes over her when I joint her tuition. My interest in her started after some days of joining the tuition. I will tell how it happened.

I was in Goa for a conference. It was really more of a mini vacation actually. The majority of the conference had sessions on a particular area I had no interest in attending leaving me quite a bit of free time.

I’m not really a gambler which left me lots of time in the bar. Once or twice I grabbed a roll of nickels and played the 5 cent machines in my attempt to get free drinks. This proved to be a cat and mouse game of chasing down the cocktail waitress and the mindless monotony of feeding the little nickel monster pellets of food.

I am a well-placed and handsome officer engineer. My name is Sunny. I have a beautiful wife. Her name is Pooja. WE BELONG TO PUNJAB. Three years before our sex life appeared to become routine though we were regularly having sex. We had been reading stories and seeing blue movies. This introduced us to threesome, foursome, lesbian and wife swapping concepts. Pooja used to get excited seeing a Negro fucking a female with his big cock in the movies. Initially we did not think about swapping too much both of us being from conservative families. But subsequently we started fantasizing while making love. We started telling each other our fantasies thus bringing each other too fantastic climaxes. She would tell a fantasy involving her English professor or a class fellow whom she had liked in her hindsight before marriage but never dared to even think of it. I also started telling her fictions stories about the woman I liked. As the days passed by we started asking whether we would actually like to do it with another partner. I readily agreed. She being a shy lady was hesitant to say yes. But I knew she wanted it.

This is a true story of mine that unfolded a year ago. I was a new aspirant to the world of sex and seduction, was never indulged in erotic sex, other than a few hip-hops. I was 23 then, a final year college lad with good rappo among the gals at the campus. Ours was a joint family, my dad was the eldest and I had two cha-chas, both married and my dadi. Though it was a joint family, there were no restrictions on any of us. There were frequent parties at home and we used to enjoy a lot on every occasion that we got. As my cha-cha (elder) did not have any child for more than four years of their marriage, they had extra luv and care for me and called me ‘ashi’, my chachi (sapna) who was 31 then loved me more than anyone else.

Few months back I went to Mumbai to visit a cousin, she’s older now, married with kids that are almost grown. When we were growing up, it was me she came to when she had questions about boys, and sex. Even though I was younger by about 5 years, her name is Bhavna, she’s now 36, stands about 5′ 3″, 130, 36c-24-37, black hair.