1. He was hot like indian curry...Part 1


    Date: 1/1/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Interracial, Oral Sex, Romance, Written by women, Author: IndianFetish, Rating: 87.2, Source: sexstories.com

    By twenty two I, Elisabeth Sarah Jones was married to a man I was crazy about and who also happened to be my high school sweetheart. I was blessed with two beautiful children named Katie aged 8 and George aged 7. I was moderately happy. I mean, my husband, Troy, earned decent money which meant our house was a lovely double story home which was painted white and had red shutters with a tire swing hanging on the oak tree on the green front lawn. it looked like we lived in a movie. And like I said before I loved my children so much. But sometimes I couldn't feel sad. Troy often worked Long hours and I didn't at all. So often I was left home alone. That wasn't the only problem either. Troy and I's sex life wasn't that fantastic either. Troy, who was a somewhat short but buff and muscular with short blonde hair that made him resemble somewhat of a drill Sergeant was always found attractive by me, who used to watch him in the hallways in high school and imagine him fucking me in the dirtiest and roughest way possible. So that wasn't the problem. Instead it was the fact that for the last eight months we had not had sex. Instead, I would suck troys 7 inch dick, sucking on it as well as I could until I was choking, because: 1. I knew he enjoyed it. And 2. I liked feeling like a slut. And 3. I hoped this would arouse him enough to fuck me. But instead after he came and I made sure to swallow it all like the naughty house wife I was, he would role over and go too sleep. He had also ...
    never eaten me out. Which was something I desired as it had never happened to me before. As much as I loved my husband he was a selfish lover, who thought only of himself. That friday night which was take-out night, the family agreed that for dinner we should get Indian from the shop "Golden Mirage" which sold indian cuisine. Me and Troy were especially happy with this because that would mean we could have a chat with Raaj. Since Troys favourite food was Indian, for five years we had been ordering our food from the "Golden Mirage" which me and Troy stumbled across one night and fell in love with their butter chicken. Raaj was the son of the father who owned the business, and had delivered our take-out meals enough times that we had become good friends. We called the restaurant too place our order and less than thirty minutes later, Raaj arrived with four plastic bags filled with food. We took the bags off him and invited him in, I walked into the kitchen to put the bags on the bench before walking back into the lounge were Raaj was talking to Troy. "Busy night?" Asked Troy. "Not really" replied Raaj in his usual polite manner. "Great. You can stay for a while then" I replied warmly and Raaj smiled at me. I don't know what it was about Raaj, but I was attracted too him. There was no denying it no matter how much I tried. Maybe it was his skin, which was a smooth chestnut brown colour or his face which looked like it had been shaped like Gods. My attraction to Raaj had strengthened ...
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