PART 2 (Delhi Radhika) Real Indian Hotwife /Cuckold Story [M]FM(The shower)

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DISCLAIMER:This is for the couples who will be meeting me in the future :Pritesh specifically wanted SISSY HUMILIATION ,he categorically asked for it and explained the psychology to me very well.Radhika was really into the idea too. So, please don’t think this is what how all my experiences have been or will be.I am into all kinds of threesomes.Cuckold/Hotwife/ Stag / husband watching /husband in the other room/husband just wants to hear about the experience or see pictures/ husband actively participating. I have had some really good encounters with couples in Canada and I didn’t expect couples here in India to be so experimental and wild.
P.s :The story has been approved by Pritesh and Radhika and permission to post pictures was denied,though we did click a few with full face masks for reddit.Yes ,Radhika that was a taunt.?
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[FM] Arrivals – Part One

This is written about meeting my long distance boyfriend for the first time. It starts off tame but hang in there if you can! Please let me know if you enjoy as I plan to write more of our endeavours.

Texas Stewardess Acts Out Her Public Masturbation Fantasy at a Florida Amateur Strip Contest [FM][exhibitionism][masturbation][public orgasm][flight attendant]

[**THE ORIGINAL STORY – WITH SLIGHTLY MORE CONTENT – IS HERE ON IMGUR WITH TWO BACKSTAGE LINGERIE PICS**](https://imgur.com/jopMxvR) **(NSFW)**

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I am a proud Texas Latina and a flight attendant for a major US airline, but what you wouldn’t know from your flight with me is that I am also an admitted exhibitionist, addicted really. Being watched while masturbating is a sexual fantasy and exhibitionist passion that began for me in my early teens although I’ve actually been an exhibitionist all my life.

As a child, my parents could not keep clothes on me. When I got off the school bus, I’d run up the long drive of our Texas Hill Country ranch, go straight to my bedroom and change out of my clothes, period! Flip Flops were the extent of my after school attire. It was innocent then but that changed after puberty kicked in when my exhibitionism became sexualized.

When I got my dream job as a flight attendant, and after gaining the courage to act on my fantasies, I took advantage of my layovers by first masturbating for male flight attendants and pilots on my crew to whom I revealed my exhibitionist fantasy.

[Straight][MF] The Amateur Photographer’s Surprise

“Thank you for coming, Emily,” John extended a hand. “I’ve looked forward to doing this.”

The young woman smiled, looking straight at John as she brushed stray brown hairs behind her ear. Brown eyes matching her hair studied the amateur photographer. John responded to her smile, and stepped back to take a good look at Emily. As he stared for a moment she took in his casual slacks and shirt, short dark hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin. Emily smiled, watching his eyes travel from her wavy brown hair hanging halfway down her back, past her long pale neck, across her firm breasts, her thin waist, shapely hips, and down her long legs. To start the meeting she’d worn tight jeans and a fitted button up shirt. She had brought other clothing to wear, to pose in, to remove.

“So, where will we be shooting?” Emily asked. John heard both confidence in her voice and a hint of nerves. From their earlier conversations they both knew that neither of them had done anything like this before. He’d dabbled in photography before. But what he’d seen of nude photography and erotic art left him unsatisfied and he wanted to create his own work. It had only been thoughts and mental images till he’d gotten into a long conversation with Emily several weeks before at the coffee shop she worked at.

All in the Family part 01

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Part 1

I was invited to a party at my boss’ house after a grueling contract we had worked on had been successful. Roger is 15 years older than my 25 years, and I was happy to accept.

At the party, I was introduced to his wife Margie. She was really quite a knockout. I had learned earlier that she was 38 years old, with sky blue, twinkling eyes, a great smile, long blonde hair, very generous, nicely formed breasts, a great hourglass shape, and when she turned around, I could see she had a gorgeous, heart shaped ass. I was also introduced to their daughter Jeanine, who was almost a carbon copy of her Mom.

As the party wore on, and became somewhat boring, Jeanine, being 18, started hanging out a lot more with me. I could see disapproving looks from her Mom, but Jeanine didn’t seem to care, and truth be told, neither did I.

About 11, Jeanine suggested that we dump the boring scene, and find something more interesting. We quickly split, and in my car, she grabbed my head and mashed her lips against mine, giving me a tongue swirling kiss that sent my cock straight up.

Amanda – The Girl Who Sat Beside Me In Class [Chapter 1] [MF]

**Chapter 1**

I heard a loud *bang*, and got shaken out of my slumber. In an instant, a choir of laughter was harmonizing to Ms. Jeslyn’s inhumane act of smashing a 3-inch thick Business Management textbook on my table because I took a self-rewarded afternoon nap while she was teaching.

Can’t blame me, the air-conditioner was doing a great job in making a warm day feel like paradise!

Ms. Jeslyn gave me a death stare, calmed the class down, and continued with her boring rant about why Customer Relationship Management is so important for a business to survive in today’s era of globalization.

This lecturer is a 29-year-old academic high flyer, she topped her cohort while studying at the University of London. Upon graduating, she was offered a position in a prestigious law firm to become their business development executive, earmarked to sit among the c-suites.

Her ideals were more important compared to fame and money, as a result, she landed herself in this government polytechnic as a head of the business administration faculty.

My [F]irst experience with public nudity and exhibition

If you haven’t seen my previous post, a quick run down of what I look like. I’m 25, shoulder length wavy brown hair, and 5’2″. I have 36DD breasts, a nice big ass, and a slim waists, giving me a very curvy figure while still looking fit and athletic.

A little background for this story. During this time of my life I was dating two guys: my baby daddy who was years older than me, and a hot stud my age who we will call Chris. This story is about the time I drove 4 hours to do nothing but get fucked by Chris and how he left my naked in the backseat of his car for over an hour.

So after driving 4 hours to get to Chris, I meet him in some random parking lot. I park my car and hop into his so he can take me wherever he wants. He doesn’t say hi to me, he doesn’t give me a kiss, he just immediately reaches up, pulls up my dress, and starts to rub my clit through my thong (At the time I was wearing a form fitting black dress with a long zipper all the way down the front, a matching black set with red trim, stockings, and a garter; all per his request). I am immediately soaking through my thong at this just by the fact that he immediately uses me like that. Within five more minutes of driving his fingers are deep inside my wet cunt and he is fingering me so well I’ve already cum at least twice.

A Succubus and a… College Guy? (Chapter 2)

Check my profile for the first chapter, and I hope you enjoy!

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

“Kind of,” I reply. Given that he had just cum in my mouth and on my face, after taking advantage of my own urges and his absolute power over me to receive the best blowjob of his life, I had kind of assumed Jack would be finished for now.

As a succubus, the 20 something college guy standing above me with a smirk had total power over me. He commands, and my body does, whether I want to or not. It’s very disconcerting feeling your hand or some other part move by itself.

However, he couldn’t control my thoughts, and due to his messing up the summoning spell, I was allowed to mouth off a bit when it wasn’t otherwise occupied. Thank Lucifer for that. This would be even worse if I couldn’t make witty retorts.

I find myself a little cold, as I shiver under the air conditioning on full blast in the small room. Being used to the fires of hell, the AC being set to usual human temperatures is a bit chilly. I shiver slightly, and Jack seems to notice.

Actions and Consequences: Part Two [MF] [Interracial] [BBW] [Straight Sex] [Busty]

It had been six months since I cheated on my husband. During that time, I had tried to tell him. How do I tell my husband that I had slept with another man, not only another man but a black man. A black man while we were on vacation with our kids, while my husband was in the next room tending to our children.

Every time I got the nerve to tell him, I backed down. I knew it would mean the end of our marriage. Timothy was raised in the deep south, while I was what some people called “city south.” I still had my country ways but living in Atlanta was much different from being raised out in the “sticks” as Timothy proudly called his low population hometown.

Now we were living in the outskirts of Atlanta in a lovely suburban house, and we were content on the way things had turned out. Timothy worked for a prominent construction contractor, while I worked in a hair salon.

Our three children went to a lovely school, and things were perfect. That was until we went on vacation. I cheated. I was that woman that slept with another man, let that man fill her inside with his… I couldn’t even bring myself to think of it. I literally begged him to cum inside me.

Actions and Consequences: Part Two [MF] [Interracial] [BBW] [Busty] [Straight Sex]

It had been six months since I cheated on my husband. During that time, I had tried to tell him. How do I tell my husband that I had slept with another man, not only another man but a black man. A black man while we were on vacation with our kids, while my husband was in the next room tending to our children.

Every time I got the nerve to tell him, I backed down. I knew it would mean the end of our marriage. Timothy was raised in the deep south, while I was what some people called “city south.” I still had my country ways but living in Atlanta was much different from being raised out in the “sticks” as Timothy proudly called his low population hometown.

Now we were living in the outskirts of Atlanta in a lovely suburban house, and we were content on the way things had turned out. Timothy worked for a prominent construction contractor, while I worked in a hair salon.