EroticaStories

  I am Maheshwari, working as a teacher in a private school. I have been married to a man named Ashok since 2016. I was 25 years of age during our marriage, and Ashok was 28 years old. It was an arranged marriage. I had many relationships in my college, but none of them lasted for more than 6 months. Life with Ashok went quite well. He was a responsible man who respected others’ feelings. He takes care of me like a gentleman. But something was missing in my married life, the routine was killing me, and I was bored to death. So I decided to spice up my life. I started an affair with my colleague Sam. He was 2 years younger than me. We used to sit nearby in the staff room, have lunch, and share our feelings. Our friendship had grown from eating lunch to fucking each other – more or less like friends with benefits. I used to lie to Ashok that I needed to conduct special classes for my students on Sundays and went to my colleague Sam’s place to get fucked. Both my husband and Sam were ...

Let me get straight down to business, and of course, this is once again one of those golden memories from my PG days and as revealed by my beloved Malathi, my English tutor and her lover, a bank executive of one of the many private banks in India. This is once again set in the background of a small temple town of Tamil Nadu called Chindambaram, nearly 200 kms away from Chennai. Here we go on with the explorations of two women and their delights attained as told by her young and attractive Brinda. We lay in bed, our legs entwined. My left hand lightly stroked the soft skin of her back. I bent my head forward and softly kissed her forehead as she calmly slept. I could feel the soft velvet skin of our breasts pressed deliciously together and the slick wet folds of her pussy resting on my upper thigh. I listened to the rhythmic sighs of her breathing and felt her warm breath as it caressed my cheeks. A smile of bliss spread across my face as my right hand ran lovingly through her silky, sh...