Magar girls from those hills came to work in the rice paddies for a few days, girls with smooth round faces and narrow eyes wearing black velvet blouses, headdresses and necklaces of silver rupees. Their songs wafted back into the rooms where I lived with my cook. Magar girls were free to flirt and sometimes managed to take lovers, but Bahuni and Chhetrini women in the valley were given in arranged marriages when they were extremely young.

I wondered if the freedom of the hills was like what I had enjoyed as a student. I thought of old girlfriends. I had spent the night in a hotel with my first mistress when I was 19 and she was 20. She woke me in the middle of the night by touching me, and when I awoke already aroused, she whispered, “Enter me right now, please! I want you inside me.”

I thought of my last girlfriend in college when we both lived off-campus. We found each other only a month together before we graduated and went our separate ways, but desire had burned hot and bright. We spent every other night together, at her place or mine. If we stayed at my place we had to be very quiet because my apartment-mate was a strange person, made to be a priest. He struggled but could not change this; was celibacy the other curse of the Irish besides drink?

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My bedroom had been a small enclosed porch in the cottage I shared which was hidden in a grove of small trees. My mistress and I would lay together on my narrow bed and in the morning the sun would shine through trees and be fragmented by their shifting leaves, now painfully bright, now shadow as we made love once more before going to classes. We were living charmed lives with no idea how fortunate we were.

That had been over a year earlier, halfway around the world. Now I had to endure celibacy myself. I was a teacher in the remoteness of west Nepal where you couldn’t possibly find a cold drink, wheeled transportation, an electric light to read by, certainly not a woman for the night. Almost all women were married before they were fourteen, and they were closely watched. Besides, I was a teacher who had to set an example. As the first foreigner to live in my village, I was an object of intense curiosity. So there I was, living in a goldfish bowl.

The wife of my nearest neighbor had given birth to a girl a few months before. In the morning after serving her husband dal-bhat and then eating herself she would wash her pots and trays in the irrigation ditch below my window as I worked preparing lessons. She wore no blouse and had only the end of her sari to cover full breasts that refused to stay confined as she bent down to dip water from the canal and scoured away the last grains of scorched rice. It was a feast for the eyes, only for the eyes. Was she an exhibitionist? Didn’t she understand the effect she was having on the poor Sahib? It doesn’t matter; wasn’t it better to sin with the eyes than not at all?

I slowly became friends with a much older woman, a Chhetri’s cast-off wife named Poorna who lived in a small house a hundred yards above my place. She was a slender woman with a ready smile and a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Sometimes she told me stories of life in Burma when her husband was a soldier for the British. She would show up at my place and demand, “Let’s drink rum!”. I’d get out my dwindling supplies of imported cognac, or we might have small cups of raksi, local spirits that were sold aged all of five minutes, the fast track to a two-day hangover. Poorna would tease me about my solitary life and joke that I should take up with the local dancing girl. I think she began to worry that I was living a diminished life, which was certainly true.

One evening I finished grading papers and stopped by her house to chat. Soon we were joined by a deaf-and-dumb couple who wandered from place to place, dressed in tatters and living off whatever kindness they could find in villages where nobody had much to spare. They stayed just outside on the porch. The boy was shy and serious, but the girl was playful and soon we heard them getting romantic. This was the first time in Nepal I had been aware of anything sexual going on close by. Poorna and I listened intently and joked about the goings-on a yard or two away. I expected matters to be over quickly; this totally illiterate couple certainly hadn’t read the Kama Sutra. But they went on a good half hour, with piquant moans and small cries and I was grateful for these small crumbs too.

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About a month later Poorna came to my house with important news. A niece she called “Jimli” (second daughter) was visiting and I should be sure to come meet her. Poorna knew that I had briefly pursued a local girl by that nickname but it had come to nothing when she told me she wanted to be taken to America forthwith. So I asked what was the point of coming to see this Jimli? Her eyes sparkled with mischief and she said, “No, no. Another Jimli!”

As it was getting dark I took my torch and climbed the hill behind my house, crossed an irrigation ditch, and paused outside the door of Poorna’s small house. Like all houses in our valley, it was made of unbaked brick. Some houses had roofs of baked tiles but hers was of straw thatch. Just outside the front door was a shed of the same construction sheltering her cow. About half a kilometer away on the far side of a small valley I could see a village of similar houses and the twinkling light of a lamp or two.

I called out and Poorna answered and opened her door. The inside of her house was nearly bare with only a few brass trays and the cheap aluminum cooking pots we all used. For light there was a single kerosene lamp with no glass chimney. Few could afford the more elaborate table lamps, let alone pressure lamps which burned prodigious amounts of kerosene. I went inside and saw Jimli. She was about thirty, medium height for a Nepali woman with a long braid down her back and she had a baby with her, not more than six months old. I guessed Jimli was a Chhetrini like Poorna because her coloring and features were intermediate between Bahun and Magar, the kind of fortunate mixture that made Nepali woman sought-after in Mahadesh, as the large country three days walk to the south was called.

We sat on the floor coated with the traditional mixture of gobar and mud which had been smoothed and allowed to dry. As unsanitary as it sounds, it was pleasantly cool to the feet in summer and warm in winter, slightly resiliant and smelling faintly of grass. I sat on on the floor while Poorna introduced us and we made small talk about life in Nepal and life in America.

I only expected we might drink a bit of raksi together, but other plans were afoot. Poorna got up and announced she had to run a small errand in the village of potters higher up the hill. So Jimli and I were suddenly alone together. Jimli immediately went over to the sort of ladder, actually only a slanted log with notches cut in it, and started up to the second floor. She looked over her shoulder and motioned for me to follow. Then she put her finger over her lips to show that I should be quiet and laid down on the floor. Quickly I laid down beside her and embraced her. She fumbled with the drawstring of my salwar and I pulled them down. Then she pulled me on top of her. There was no foreplay. I entered her and the heat of her body passed to mine. What she was thinking I’ve no idea, nor did I seriously care. I completely lost control, like a tremendous sneeze I absolutely could not stop or even delay. When my senses came back I could only feel helpless and relieved that my enforced celibacy had ended.

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We rearranged our clothes and went back downstairs. In a few minutes Poorna returned from her errand. It was decided that Jimli and I would stay downstairs with the others upstairs. As soon as it became quiet, Jimli raised her blouse and began suckling her baby, facing away from me. Suddenly she hiked up the skirt of her sari and petticoat behind and reached behind herself to caress me. The invitation was unmistakeable, so I entered her from behind. This time I was able to last and so we fucked for a while. At first light I slipped out and went home. My cook liked to gossip and it would not do for the whole district to learn of my little escape from the goldfish bowl.

So with Poorna’s help I had ended a stay in purgatory and returned to the land of the living. My relationship with Poorna began to change subtly as I began to understand that she indeed loved me as mother to son, but not only that way. She too had been forced into a solitary life. Probably I should have helped her as she had helped me, yet I could not quite feel desire for someone so much older, or imagine growing older myself.

I only saw Jimli once more, about six months later. It happened on the trail out of the valley when I completed my tour of duty. She was with others including a husband or brother probably and gave me a piercing glance that burned my eyes, my entire skin. I put my hands together in silent acknowledgement and after the last of her group passed I turned to watch her go on down the trail toward the valley where I had lived nearly two years and have never returned to.

Love may be sacred, or profane, or both together. When it comes our way we may be unready to understand its subtleties. Too many lovers I have already forgotten but in the clarity of highlight Poorna’s love burns bright.

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We reached the home and it was very big, He rang the door bell and a whitish but sexy female dressed in a blue Saree opened the door and welcomed us inside we sat on the sofa and Shashi introduced her as his wife and said that her wife wants to be fucked by someone young and with a big cock that’s why he has hired me and he is also interested to see her wife get screwed by a someone else.

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The female was constantly staring at my dick. I was in a trance since this was the first time I was been hired by the husband itself then he asked me are u ready I said I m always ready as soon as she heard this word she stood up and came near me and took my hand and kept on her boobs they were huge I could not hold it with my hand and she looked and smiled at her hubby then I stood up and removed her Saree and she was now only with her skirt and blouse I started to massage her boobs slowly and she closed her eyes and started to moan slowly Hmmmmm Ohhhh.

Then placed a kiss on her lips and sucked her lips at the same time still gently massaging her massive boobs and let our saliva exchange in our mouths and then turned her towards her hubby and I stood back of her and started to kiss her neck and slowly bite her ears and she made a sound ouch. I undressed myself and she also started to undress and she removed her bra also and stood with only on with white panties and her hubby had removed his limp cock out and it was around 5 inches only and very thin was stroking it…

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So now I went in front and caught hold both of her boobs and licked her right nipple with my tongue and made circles around her areola and her nipples began to grow as long as an inch and then put her sweet brown nipple in my mouth and sucked her milk jugs.

She was moaning loudly in front of her hubby Ohhhh slowly please slowly Oooo maaa ohh maaa and I was also caressing her ass and then I changed the side and continued with the other the same thing I sucked her breast for about 10 minutes each and then and then pushed her on the sofa and remove her panties her pussy was neatly shaven and very cute looking pussy with a brown upper lips and very pink inner lips and completely wet and her juices had dripped down till her as hole I kissed on her left thigh first and then on her right and then licked all the left juices that were dripped on her thighs and slowly moved up till I reached her crotch.

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Gently placed a kiss on her pussy and her body and she started to shiver and I looked at her hubby her hubby had already had an orgasm and his face had all become red and then I began to continue my work I licked the pussy for about five times like a dog. She was really enjoying it and making sounds ohhhhh maaa stop killing me please and then I opened her pussy and began to eat her wet and juicy pussy and within minutes with a loud noise ahhhhhh she cummed directly on my face and she looked at me and said this was her life’s first orgasm.

And I licked her pussy dry and then stood up and asked her to blow me she took my penis which was about 7 inch and she kneeled down and she put my dick in her mouth and started to suck it and she was very good at sucking cock she sucked me for about 10 minutes and asked her to let go or I will cut in her mouth, she did not bother with a scream I chummed directly into her mouth and her mouth was filled with my cum and she opened her mouth and showed the cum in her mouth to her hubby and swallowed it. And then again I moved down to her pussy and opened the hood covering her clit and concentrated on the clit and I continued to suck it.

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She was enjoying and at the same time begging at me and crying to stop but I continued to suck her clit till she chummed once again and then I took my dick and placed it near her pussy and slapped at her pussy she begged me to fuck her but I was still teasing her then I took the tip of my cock and gently rubbed it against her clit and to my surprise within seconds she chummed again.

And now it was time to make her scream so slowly I pushed my cock two inch inside her pussy she screamed loudly in pain saying me to stop and that she can’t take any more inside because it was very big for her so I removed it and then fingered her pussy for some time and then pushed again with a full thrust and she screamed ohh maaaaaaaaa and it went completely inside and I moved my dick slowly in and out and now she began to like the size so I slowly increased my speed and I banged her for about 10 minutes and both of us were making noises and that too in front of her hubby and then I removed my cock out from her pussy and put in her mouth for a min and then told her to ride me.

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So I got up and sat on the sofa and made her sit on my lap and pushed my dick inside her hole and rode me like a horse and finally I cummed in her pussy itself her pussy was completely filled with my pussy and then I stood up and she was lying on the sofa and her hubby came near her and licked her pussy with my cum dripping from it and then he put his cock inside her and then he banged her and within a few minutes he cummed inside her and then I got dressed up and she said she had a wonderful fuck and I asked the couple were they satisfied and they said yes very much, because satisfaction is very important to me and they paid me cash and they said I do more work and I charge very little I laughed and then left for home and they had called me again for several more sessions and thank you for reading my life stories and please rate my story..

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My wife Pallavi is a very gorgeous woman ;she is 5 feet 6 inch tall with a very fair skin tone and a voluptuous body with figure 32-26-34.I am a businessman and my wife is a housewife.

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So,now coming to the this amazing Story .

Since our marriage we had a great sex life ,we enjoyed a lot , did almost everything we can in every pose. But one thing was there that I was always excited about and that’s cuckolding. It used to bring thrills down my spine. Cuckolding porn videos used to excite me a lot .

Slowly I started getting obsessed with the idea to see my wife with other man having pleasure. I  started showing cuckolding porn videos to my wife .

First she was very much shocked to see such videos,she said that it’s so filthy.

This even excited me to an upper level.

But I always used to tease her by saying that “Darling you would look so hot with other man,just imagine”.

To this she always ignored me but there was always a bit of smile on her face.

I knew that slowly my plan is working.

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Then i started reading cuckold sex stories with her and used to do role-play, she agreed for this. Our sex life was now to a new level and we had great pleasures during sex. I read multiple articles about cuckolding and hot wife experiences. I came to know a lot about it.

But as much I read these articles, blogs, stories I was getting more excited and impatient to experience it in reality.

Though Pallavi was reluctant and shy about such stuffs but she enjoyed the role-play. I even thought of getting in with some local guys over tumblr ; but it was way too risky.

So,I dropped the plan of cuckolding and our lives went on back to the normal as usual.

Few months later in December we decided to go on an holiday trip to ooty .

Ooty is known for it’s beauty within nature, a very beautiful hill station in south India and a true paradise for nature lovers. So,on the planned date we arrived at the place in our hotel. Our trip was for 5 days. We checked into our hotel room. It was a nice 3-star hotel.

After checking in ,we got fresh and then we went to explore ooty. This continued for 2 days. On the third days as we were back from our tour and we were having our dinner in the restaurant lobby in our hotel, there came a group of guys , who seemed to be like they were on a business meet.

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They too were having their dinner. So,we continued our meal. My wife Pallavi was wearing black hot pants and a blue top; she was looking hot, luscious, tempting , a real fantasy of every guy.

One man among those guys was continuously staring at Pallavi and he was smiling and passing gestures.

Pallavi didn’t knew it but I caught him, so mocking her I said that it seems that the guy sitting over there seems too much interested in you. To which she just glanced at the guy a bit and then turned to me and laughed and said that it’s my mistake.

But I was sure that he was staring at Pallavi only.

So,after the dinner we went back to our room. But the fantasy of cuckolding arose in me once again.

So, I decided to heat up the moment.

I asked Pallavi to have role-play sex of that guy tonight , to which she agreed.

It was as great sex that night and the emotions of cuckolding were at extremes.

Then we slept.

The next morning I went to have tea in the lobby. It was around 7:45 AM. There i saw that guy sitting waiting to have breakfast or tea.

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The devil in my mind stated plundering erotic thoughts.

So I decided to take advantage of the situation.

Also at that time not much people were in the lobby since it was early morning.

I rushed back to my room and told Pallavi that the guy we saw last night is sitting in the lobby.

I requested her to go there and sit normally and if the guy approaches her then just talk normally to him or else leave it. She was very hesitant and shy but after a lot of persuasion she agreed.

She wore her beautiful black colored salwar suit.

She was looking gorgeous and then went in the lobby and ordered breakfast.

As she was waiting for the breakfast , that guy again saw her and he was stunned to see my wife in desi attire, he again started passing gestures and smiling looking at her.

To,this she also reciprocated positively and smiled/blushed a bit.

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