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I was in deep trouble at work. I was making ends meet, but barely. I work at a large family owned company on the outskirts of Pune that manufactures electronics for security systems. I had recently been promoted as Head of the Engineering Department, and immediately after the promotion I had purchased a large house and a bigger car. I knew I was stretched financially with the mortgage and a car loan, but as long as I was employed, I was fine. I have been here for a long time, and have worked my way up the corporate ladder, so I didn’t realize my job would ever be in jeopardy. Now, suddenly, I was in danger of losing my house, my car, everything.
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Sonu's BlogSonu's Blog of 17 Mar 2010:
I dreamed I was a pornstar. It wasn’t just the movie I dreamed of. It was the making of it, and it was startling in its vividness. It wasn’t the average garden-variety kind, and certainly not the dumpy, greasy, Indian kind, but one more accomplished, the kind you see in best hardcore movies on DVD. » moreRead: In the Frame
Mixo's BlogMixo's Blog of 18 Dec 2009:
There’s nothing quite as erotic as eating another man’s cum off your wife’s body and from her cunt. And when the other man is a naukar, it’s sexier still.
Mala and I don’t fuck much any more: that’s all reserved for the special occasion when no one else is permitted to intrude. For the most part she fucks other men and I other women although the frequency in my case is significantly less than in hers. I think I’ve explained this before but when it’s just the two of us, we’re actually making love; when either of us is with another partner, it’s always only fucking. That might sound like a distinction without a difference, but it’s not—it’s quite fundamental really. But more of that some other time. » moreRead: Eating Cum After
Sonu's BlogSonu's Blog of 9 Nov 2009:
Usually, I like things to be orderly. I’m not fanatical about neatness (though I am about cleanliness), but I want things to go in a proper sequence, everything in its time and place. I thought I should start at the beginning and follow a timeline, but Mehul assures me this isn’t necessary. In fact, he says, it might be more interesting to interweave past events and jump back and forth in time. I must admit, that’s a challenge. » moreRead: Younger Days - I
Mixo's BlogMixo's Blog of 7 Nov 2009:
Sonu’s back! It’s been so long. Mala and Sonu’s elder cousin, Ravi, has been very unwell for several weeks. He was their guardian when their parents died, brought them up — and was an early lover to both. For their sake, he never married, never had a family. He’s had a lady friend for many years now, and they’re happy together. The girls are, quite naturally, very fond of him, but their relationship is different now. Neither sleeps with him, though they often speak openly about it, even to Nishi, his friend. She knows of their history and it doesn’t seem to bother her. She’s very close to both Mala and Sonu, perhaps Sonu a bit more. The girls tease and bully him mercilessly and he’s putty in their hands, but apparently happy to be so. » moreRead: Back to (ab)normal, and loving it
Sonu's BlogSonu's Blog of 18 Oct 2009:
I’ve been gone so long, everything seems strange and new. It’s been a long and very trying time. About eight weeks ago, my older cousin Ravi fell suddenly — and mysteriously — ill. Mala and I were distraught and dropped everything (and I mean everything) to be with him. » moreRead: No place like home
Mixo's BlogMixo's Blog of 26 Sep 2009:
At last it’s done, my labour of love and work of lust. The revamp of the C&B site is complete. There’s lots of new stuff here, and a wholly new way of seeing things. » moreRead: Labour of Love
Sonu's BlogSonu's Blog of 23 Jun 2009:
Mixo harasses me constantly. He demands that I start writing, expressing myself in print (or, in his words, ‘sexpressing myself’; he’s quite delightfully nutty). » moreRead: Family Matters
Mixo's BlogMixo's Blog of 5 Apr 2009:
This blog languishes. The trouble is I keep wanting to write “full” posts, stories or narratives that are complete. That’s not what a blog should be. A longer piece once in a way is fine, but it should also be a repository for nuggets, thoughts, smaller notes. My word-processing template setup typifies the conflict: I have one template for a journal, another for the blog. How are the two different, especially given that there’s a wholly independent section for the stories? » moreRead: This blog
Mixo's BlogMixo's Blog of 25 Nov 2007:
Hitesh has been travelling again, so I’m on a sort of honeymoon with the naukars. I really indulge myself—even more than usual—at times like these. I thoroughly enjoy playing/acting the naukars’ “kept woman”, too. Last night, I had one of Hitesh’s office peons, Vijay, stay over and spend the night. He’s lean and tough and has a marvellous cock. He can fuck very rough when I’m in the mood, and I was in just that mood last night, starving to be fucked nice and hard and for a good long time. Vijay delivered, of course—he was in total control and thoroughly dominated me, enjoying himself as he did it. » moreRead: Sonu with her husband’s servant
Mixo's BlogMixo's Blog of 23 Nov 2007:
Finally got a breather, a nice long spell in amchi Mumbai for a few months, no travelling. What a relief! I have expanded the office (got additional space), added more ple and now I send others to do my dirty work for me while I enjoy the pleasures of my home town. » moreRead: Catching Up
Mixo's BlogMixo's Blog of 2 Apr 2007:
I’ve just realized that it’s been nearly a year since Mala and I made love. The last time was some time in April 2006 when we spent three days, just two of us, in Pawna. It was incredibly intense. We devoured each other, constantly and repeatedly, as if we were a newly married honeymooning couple. We couldn’t get enough of each other, and each other’s bodies. We didn’t need anyone else, and neither of us felt the need. There was no sense of boredom; far from it. It was so intense that we were oblivious to everything around us. We barely noticed what we ate, and we ate only for immediate sustenance, and then went back to each other. At the end of it, we were totally drained, totally spent, and more alive and together than ever. It was a form of reaffirmation, if you like. » moreRead: Mala At Play
Mixo's BlogMixo's Blog of 2 Mar 2007:
Spent a long evening over at K’s. She’s one of the ladies I’ve asked to write for WSR. In fact she’s the first I asked, primarily because I think she writes exceedingly well. Also, I’m genuinely fond of her. I’ve known her for, what, 12 years now? Since she was in her mid-teens, and I’ve seen her come of age and grow into gorgeous womanhood. She’s still as dazzling as ever, and marriage has done nothing to diminish her loveliness. Or randiness, for that matter. She’s still my ‘angelface, harlotheart’. She and Sonu, my beloved sister-in-law. Both share this incredible quality of a soft, gentle beauty over a truly steamy sexuality. » moreRead: Digging
Mixo's BlogMixo's Blog of 26 Feb 2007:
Lovely morning, cool and breezy. Made even lovelier by my beloved sister-in-law, Sonu, who arrived unexpectedly from her routine walk. Mala was still asleep and, in any case, in bed with another man. Shekhar, one of the naukar’s naukar buddies, a guy from another household who’s become quite regular here and over at Sonu’s. I’ve gotten used to sleeping alone. The life of a cuckold. Watching them last night was compensation enough. » moreRead: Breakfast Creme
Mixo's BlogMixo's Blog of 26 Feb 2007:
Oops. Forgot. I recently started a new YahooGroup called Where Sudras Rule. Some signups, but it’s slow. The group’s intended for those who love dark naukar types, and I don’t use sudra in any pejorative sense. Wrote up a small essay on sudras on that, too — and got at least one positive feedback on that. Photos, though, have became a pain at the YahooGroups, and finally figured that my best bet was flickr. Instructions on viewing pictures are included when you sign up at WSR. » moreRead: New YahooGroup
Mixo's BlogMixo's Blog of 26 Feb 2007:
Seem to be losing my sexual compass. Not finishing much of the writing I’ve begun in the past few weeks, constantly distracted. Need to gain focus. Doesn’t help that Mala incessantly provides me with more fuel and more fodder for more writing and correspondingly less time. Need to put things in order. Too much chaos. » moreRead: Sexual Compass
Mixo's BlogMixo's Blog of 8 Jun 2006:
One of the sexiest things is the sight of my wife’s cunt being plugged by one of the seemingly endless line of hard-bodied servant bulls she has to pleasure her. While our escort service is always ready to supply her with a handsome, dark, well-endowed and supremely skilled gigolo, she has a distinct penchant for these naukars. » moreRead: Watching
Mixo's BlogMixo's Blog of 7 Jun 2006:
My wife often shaves her pussy fully. It’s a really sweet cunt anyway and when she shaves it like this, it’s even sexier because you can actually see her cunt juices glittering like jewels on her dainty cunt-lips. And sweeter still when one of those big huge monster dark cocks that she loves so much stretches her cunt-lips open and she begins to cry out and moan in passion. Often, I watch her masturbate her shaved cunt. She does this just for me, and it is absolutely the sweetest, most delicious torture possible. » moreRead: Shaven
Mixo's BlogMixo's Blog of 1 Mar 2006:
II. Hong Kong With Lajja
Hong Kong was a four-day trip and, as it happens, I had a day and a half free — would have loved to avoid it, I thought when I planned it, but the schedules went haywire and I had little choice. Things turned out beautifully, though, and I can’t say I have any regrets about it all. » moreRead: Peregrinations II
Mixo's BlogMixo's Blog of 17 Jan 2006:
Here’s Vinod, one of Mala’s latest “main squeezes” — 17 years old, hung like a horse and a wild sense of humour. He likes playing sex games, particularly dumb charades based on Hindi movie sex scenes. He wants Mala (or Sonu or Lajja, all of whom he has fucked in the last week) to dress up so that they look ekdum fillum-ishtar (just like film stars) and then he makes them do some dance, some sizzling number as best as they can. » moreRead: Main Squeezes
Mixo's BlogMixo's Blog of 16 Jan 2006:
Been travelling madly since the beginning of the year, one day here, two days there, all work, but, luckily, a fair amount of play, too, though not at home. Chennai, Bangalore, Cochin, Coimbatore one circuit, then Chennai again, and on to Calcutta, then back, off again, back again, in seemingly endless loops. In between, I forget when, I was stranded in Delhi with flights out delayed on account of fog. Also had Jaipur, Trivandrum and Vizag thrown in. One short Hong Kong trip too! I guess it is all worth it if the new business comes in, which I think should happen in about six to eight weeks’ time. » moreRead: Peregrinations I
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Prakriti had in fact made a delicious lunch including a preparation of karela. She had showered and then we had lunch and then rested in the afternoon by taking a long nap. We had both been exhausted and had slept very deeply. » moreRead: Evening Song: Finding Sudra Lovers For My Slutwife: Chapter 7
After the two men left, Prakriti and I were alone in the house. For a long time we did not speak. All the events of the last night and that morning had seemed to change everything between us. I thought she would now regard me with disgust and contempt for the things I had said and done. I did not think I would ever be allowed to fuck her again. She seemed to be in a daydream or a trance. There was a dreamy look on her face, a half-smile and she had not bothered to wash or change out of that shirt she was wearing. Even from a few feet away I could smell the cum and sweat on her body. It was incredibly erotic, but I felt utterly helpless. » moreRead: The Oil And Vegetable Massage: Finding Sudra Lovers For My Slutwife: Chapter 6
Uday and Rahim had completely dominated us and made us their sex slaves. She had made them a very tasty and delicious dinner which she had served to them at our dining table. They had not permitted her to wear anything except her kitchen apron. I had seen the glow on her face and had realized that she had enjoyed their fucking, even though it had been long and quite rough, like nothing else. Even our two house naukars had never fucked her in such a manner or had made her feel so totally slutty which was a feeling she was enjoying. While she was serving them they had teased her but without anger or malice and she had laughed and giggled with them. They had fondled her almost continuously. Uday had put his hand under her apron over her breasts and Rahim and caresed her buttocks. I had watched as she had kissed Uday lovingly like a lover with her mouth wide open and putting her tongue deep in his mouth and stroking his cock. He had asked her to feed him morsels of food while he kept both hands free to fondle her body. For his part, Rahim had made her sit on his lap and to feed him while he took his turn in fondling her. » moreRead: Breakfast Cream: Finding Sudra Lovers For My Slutwife - Ch 5
We had driven home mostly in silence. Only as we had been reaching had Uday, who had been in the back set, leaned forward and asked me if my wife also takes it up her ass. Gaand mein bhi leti hai kya? I had by now become very nervous about the whole thing but I had no choice and had said yes, sometimes, but she is not used to such big men. At that both of them had laughed softly and Uday had said that she will not only get used it but will love it. » moreRead: Finding Sudra Lovers For My Slutwife - Chapter 4
The next day was Saturday and I was at office for half-day. I had not been able to meet the eyes of Shirley or Uday and when I had walked in Rahim had sniggered at me in an extremely humiliating way. Yet I had noticed how inside the office which on half-day had few people thereby giving Uday and Shirley more freedom they had looked at me and had also laughed mockingly and silently. By about 1 pm the office had become empty again except for us four (including Rahim) and two other peons by name Chiman and Deepak. » moreRead: Finding Sudra Lovers For My Slutwife - Chapter 3
I was very much excited by her response and yet I did not know how to approach the peon Uday. I was not knowing him closely enough to ask him and I was also afraid that he would take offence and reject my proposal and also complain about the same. Days and weeks passed by and I could not make any move but only observed him more and more closely. I was getting daily more frustrated because more I saw him more I was sure Prakriti would love to be fucked by him and I was getting more and more turned on by the fantasy of the same. Whenever I would see him walking with his light springing step or chatting and laughing with other peons and staff I would notice such things and feel excited. I myself wanted to see his body naked and see his cock and maybe even touch it and feel it. I felt a little ashamed by such thoughts because I had never felt like this before. At home Prakriti was also getting curious and I had confessed to her that I did not know how to go about it. She had jokingly had suggested that I should send him home on some false errand and that she would do the rest. But I had said no since I wanted to be present at the time. She had laughed and said it was okay she was not in any hurry as such since Anand and Vijay were already there for her and besides she had some other lovers also who would visit her off and on (including Mixo and Jayant among them), plus Sudhesh an old college friend of hers who would visit her whenever he came to Mumbai from Pune, and also the husband of one of her own friends and plus one or two of Anand or Vijay’s buddies. Anand was not strictly any more a naukar since he had learned driving and was now driving a delivery tempo and once or twice a month Prakriti would go with him and Vijay and some of their buddies on a picnic to Virar or Tansa Lake or to Khandala where she would enjoy a long gang bang. » moreRead: Finding Sudra Lovers For My Slutwife - Chapter 2
As Sonu had pointed out, having fantasies of seeing your wife being fucked by a Dalit or a *sudra* meaning a dark man from a lower caste or social level is quite common.
In this post I am sharing one such experience we had with a stranger. It had happened some time back. In the next post I will tell about the rest. It is quite a long post and I am grateful to Mixo for encouraging me to write down the same and for offering his valuable and esteemed comments thereupon which have given me lot of encouragement and support. Mixo had also helped to edit some of the same and has even assured that the same will be posted on the Cuck and Bull India website or at least become inspiration for one of his own stories as he had told me how much he had appreciated my poor efforts.
There are two such sexperiences with strangers and this present posting is about the first of them. I have splitted it into different parts because it is so long. I hope members will not mind the same. » moreRead: Finding Sudra Lovers For My Slutwife - Chapter 1
From DelanceyPlace of 12 September 2012: “in their recent book Sex at Dawn, authors Christopher Ryan and Cacilda Jetha suggest — controversially — that pre-historical homo sapiens in foraging bands typically had multimale, multifemale sexual relations. In making their case they cite scholars as far back as Charles Darwin and Lewis Henry Morgan:” » moreRead: Monogamy? Or Omnigamy?
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“Morgan’s argument that prehistoric societies practiced group marriage (also known as the primal horde or omnigamy — the latter term apparently coined by French author Charles Fourier) so influenced Darwin’s thinking that he admitted, ‘It seems certain that the habit of marriage has been gradually developed, and that almost promiscuous intercourse was once extremely common throughout the world.’ With his characteristic courteous humility, Darwin agreed that there were ‘present day tribes’ where ‘all the men and women in the tribe are husbands and wives to each other.’ In deference to Morgan’s scholarship, Darwin continued, ‘Those who have most closely studied the subject, and whose judgment is worth much more than mine, believe that communal marriage was the original and universal form throughout the world… . The indirect evidence in favour of this belief is extremely strong… .’
But first, a word about a word. Promiscuous means different things to different people, so let’s define our terms. The Latin root is miscere, ‘to mix,’ and that’s how we mean it. We don’t imply any randomness in mating, as choices and preferences still exert their influence. We looked for another term to use in this book, one without the derogatory sneer, but the synonyms are even worse: sluttish, wanton, whorish, fallen.
By Andy Isaacson | 14 May 2012 | Atlantic
The offices of Jimmyjane are above a boarded-up dive bar in San Francisco’s Mission district. There used to be a sign on a now-unmarked side door, until employees grew weary of men showing up in a panic on Valentine’s Day thinking they could buy last-minute gifts there. (They can’t.) The only legacy that remains of the space’s original occupant, an underground lesbian club, is a large fireplace set into the back wall. Porcelain massage candles and ceramic stones, neatly displayed on sleek white shelves alongside the brightly colored vibrators that the company designs, give the space the serene air of a day spa. » moreRead: Can a Better Vibrator Inspire an Age of Great American Sex?
At this auspicious time for India, and at the dawn of the traditional New Year, I am very happy to bring you the all-new Cuck and Bull India Galleries. I believe this is a major improvement over the previous galleries page which I had to take off several months ago. This one is much easier to update and manage. » moreRead: Announcing the C&B India Galleries
New Delhi, March, 1986. She was completely naked, with her back to me. I could see her cunt clearly. Worse still: she had his penis, his lund, in her mouth, and she was sucking it. Her head was bobbing up and down and his feet were twitching, and his hands were grabbing her ass and her tits. He was using language that I had never heard him use before. » moreRead: The Sins of My Mother
This is the story of Yamini, her fiancee Venkatesh and her lover Sanjeev. This incident is real and happened during the engagement days of Yamini and Venkatesh. Venkatesh was a software nerd who had finished two years of his job in US and had returned to India to find a suitable match. His parents had arranged a girl for him. He had come to do the engagement and return to US. The marriage was planned next year when he would be able to get a longer leave and take her along with him. » moreRead: Cuckold Story
November 11, 1994. That was the night I lost my virginity. I had been dating Anita for almost 6 months, and while we had made out countless times, we had never gone all the way. I was a classic product of the Indian middle class, having bought into the “all Indian girls are sati savitris” business and had never touched a girl even though I was almost 22 years old. Anita and I had formed an instant connection when we met at work, and one thing led to another and we had been hanging out together for a few months. I lived in a small rented apartment in Dadar, Mumbai. As we often did, Anita and I came over to my place after a movie, to have a drink, smoke a little and hopefully make out. » moreRead: And another cuckold emerges
“Happy birthday,” Karan smiled gently.
“For me?” Shirley said, her eyes dancing. “Thank you, Karan! But, really, you shouldn’t have—there was no need…” » moreRead: Perfume
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Huffington Post, 3/05/13:
By Emma Gray | Contrary to what the Wall Street Journal and countless sitcoms seem to think, there are plenty of women who want sex more than their male partners.
To put the only stereotype of the frigid female to rest — and to shed light on the dissatisfaction a lot of women feel in their sexual relationships — we put out a call for stories from women who had been physically involved with a partner who didn’t share their sex drive.
The emails poured in. From age 25 to 65, single, in relationships and married, women wrote to us about how they have struggled — or are still struggling — with the fact that they want sex more than their partners, often much, much more. We present their stories below not to blame men or women for these issues, but to showcase that sexual frequency is an issue for partners regardless of gender, age or marital status. » moreRead: Sex Confessions: 13 Women Who Want Sex More Than Their Male Partners Share Their Stories
Times of India, 22/04/13:
By Sumitra Deb | MUMBAI: A 16-year-old boy had lost all hope of ever leading a normal life after he started getting spontaneous erections that were not only painful but also lasted a couple of hours. Two surgeries and a battery of medicines later, the Nagpur boy seems to have finally bid adieu to the agonizing episodes — it has been three months since he last had such a spontaneous erection.
The condition the teenager suffered from is known as priapism and is one of the least known or discussed manifestations of a genetic red cell disorder called sickle cell anemia. » moreRead: New lease of life for teen with long, painful erections
New York Times, 17/04/13:
By Azam Ahmed | MAZAR-I-SHARIF, Afghanistan — This verdant town is home to some of Afghanistan’s greatest treasures: It is the birthplace of the celebrated poet Rumi, and the site of one of the country’s most storied mosques. It is the first Afghan city to have been connected with another country by rail.
Among all of Mazar’s distinctions is a more dubious one. It is also Afghanistan’s unofficial capital of prostitution — so much so that “going to Mazar” has become a byword for Afghan men looking to pay for sex. » moreRead: An Afghan City’s Economic Success Extends to Its Sex Trade
Times of India, 15/04/13:
NEW DELHI: Drawn by his handsome looks and six-pack, IIT-Bombay graduate Sumedha (name changed) quit her Morgan Stanley career to get married only to see her dreams shattered within a few months. Not only did she witness her Navy officer husband in a compromising position with a senior officer’s wife but was told that she too would have to be part of the “wife-swapping evenings” if she wanted her husband to keep his job.
“When I saw my husband with the other lady I started to cry and question my husband. The woman instead shouted at me, slapped me and threatened me with dire consequences if I did not keep quiet,” the 25-year-old said.
The Navy has flatly denied the allegations with defence minister A K Antony seeking a report on the matter.
Sumedha, who was living with her husband in Kochi, reached Delhi late on Thursday evening. Remarkably calm and collected, she recalled how her frantic calls to the Southern Naval Command, residences of Chief of Naval Staff and the defence minister went unanswered. Sumedha, who is preparing for her civil services, said 20-30% of naval officers indulged in wife-swapping. “There are parties every day and the women wear very revealing, almost vulgar clothes. I found later that wife-swapping was common there,” she said. » moreRead: Husband’s seniors molested me, Navy officer’s wife alleges
New York Times, 14/03/13:
Recently, Nidhi Raichand, 33, and the other editors at health care Web site mDhil decided to find out how young India really feels about liberal sexual behavior.
To the Web site’s English-speaking, upper-class, Internet-savvy audience, they posed the question, “Would you marry a non-virgin?”
The answers were sharply divided, but not the way that you may think.
When the editors took a video camera out onto the streets of Bangalore and asked the question, both men and women in their 20s and 30s said they would prefer marrying a non-virgin. Some even said they would shun a virgin.
On the Internet, under the quiet cloak of anonymity, a different set of answers poured in. One man said he would prefer a virgin because “she would be faithful even after marriage.” Another said he would not marry a non-virgin because knowing that his partner had slept with somebody else would gnaw him constantly.
“No never,” wrote another. “That’s y our Indian culture differs from the Western. It is not even imaginable for us,” to marry a non-virgin, he said. » moreRead: Bangalore’s ‘Maybe Virgin’ Generation
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