An Indian couple exploring the Swinger lifestyle

Aarti was 42 years old, her husband Nagesh was 44. Their twin daughters had just started their courses in a foreign university, an event that had suddenly seemed to make their house feel empty. Both had good jobs. The mortgage on their house was just about paid off. Both were fit and healthy. Not only did they share house, home and children, but also the same values and attitudes about everything from money to sex.

They were compatible and very comfortable with each other. They were faithful to each other. Both had opportunities, neither ever took them. Where they sometimes attracted to other people? Absolutely. They accepted sexual attraction to others, and others' attraction to them, as part of human nature and as a fact of life. In short, they wondered but never wandered.

Married for more than 20 years, both had reached a stage where they felt that something was missing, an inexplicable emptiness that did not jibe with their love for each other. They couldn't put a finger on why or when this sense of emptiness started. They just knew it was there. It had crept up on them.

In the beginning of their life together, the sex was hot. They were more experimental in their youth, discovering the joys of various positions and techniques. But over the years, their sex life fell into a routine, especially after the twins were born.

Thinking back on their sex life together, Nagesh remembered that he almost always had to take the initiative. His wife, Aarti, almost always acquiesced. Clearly, she enjoyed sex. But sometimes he wished she would take the initiative, surprise him, intrigue him, do something really different.

She was a real go-getter at work, a person who took initiative. In family and household matters she even usually took the lead. With her friends, acquaintances and clients, she revealed a forceful and outgoing character. In short she was no doormat. She made rational decisions, thought out her opinions, and showed leadership.

On sexual matters Aarti displayed deference and diffidence toward Nagesh, a characteristic that he attributed to her cultural background. She was shy but she no prude. Once the love play started, she was an enthusiastic lover.

As the years went by, they concluded that they would have no more children. To avoid an accidental pregnancy, and being not particularly fond of using condoms, Nagesh underwent a vasectomy, a procedure that was less invasive for men than the equivalent would be for a woman.

When the children were young, vacations involved the entire family and the family stayed relatively close to home. They usually rented a cottage or camped. Now that they were well established in their careers and the children were essentially out of the house, the couple found more time for themselves. They resolved to travel on their vacations once or twice a year depending on the length of the vacation and how much vacation time they had available. They also took up dancing because it was a healthy form of physical activity and a hobby they could share. Still, something seemed to be missing.

Deep in thought, trying to shake off his unease, Nagesh looked toward his wife. She was dressing down after a hard day's work.

'God, I love this woman,' he thought. 'I would do anything for her.'

His mind wandered off to the time when he first met Aarti. She was petite. Her figure was slimmer, almost thin, in those days. Her face was round, her features delicate and smooth. Her hair jet-black hair stood in sharp contrast to her milky-white skin.

What Aarti lacked in stature, she more than made up for with a strong, seemingly self-assured, outgoing and sometimes even forceful personality. Her intelligence and straightforwardness were characteristics that Nagesh found both attractive and endearing.

They met while both were working on their master's degrees in information studies. She specialized in research librarianship, he in records and information management. He first noticed her in the lecture theatre in a course that they shared, one about research methods. She was sitting near the front row talking to a guy sitting next to her. At first, he assumed he was her boyfriend, but soon found out that they were just classmates.

One rainy day, while he was eating in the crowded noontime lunchroom, he saw her come in and start wandering around the lunchroom looking for a place to sit. The seat beside him was vacant.

"Is someone sitting there?" she asked.

He opened his hand, gesturing toward the open seat. "It is if you take it," he smiled.

She smiled too and sat down.

A few moments of awkward silence followed.

Noticing that she was shy, Nagesh tried to make conversation. "I've seen you in the research methods class." Then added, "Oh, by the way, I'm Nagesh and you are?

"Aarti."

"That's a nice name," he said.

They talked about their other classes. From there, they progressed to talking about their interests and careers. By the time lunch was over, they behaved as if they had been friends for ages.

Nagesh found himself strangely attracted to this thin Maharashtrian beauty. His 'type' was normally more buxom and broader. It had never crossed his mind to date a Maharashtrian woman. But then again, there were few Maharashtrians where he grew up.

He remembered the odd feelings he had when he was with her. He was attracted to her, but it wasn't just sexual attraction. There was more; he just felt it. He felt comfortable with her. Even more oddly, he felt an overwhelming desire to protect her.

When lunch was over, they agreed to meet regularly for lunch. It was not long before he asked her for a date. Much to his delight, she accepted. From there, their relationship progressed, became deeper and eventually more intimate. First came the kisses and touches. Then they made out. He remembered how excited he was the first time they had sex.

In the first summer of their romance, which coincided with the completion of their Master's Degree program, Aarti left for Konkan to visit her relatives. Although she would be away for a month, her absence left a void in his life.

For days he thought about her. He couldn't get her out of his head. He missed her. It was as if she had cast a love spell on him before she left. Then it hit him. Without knowing how and when it happened, he suddenly realized he was in love with her!

He became uneasy. He began to worry. Did she love him? He thought so but nonetheless he felt insecure. Would she find a lover in her native place? He knew her parents were pushing to find a Maharashtrian husband. Aarti's parents were first-generation Maharashtrians and on matters of marriage and family they were quite traditional.

She was their only child. Her parents made sure that their daughter spoke and read Marathi while she was growing up. They encouraged and supported her ambition to achieve an advanced level of education, including a Bachelor's and Master's Degree. In this sense, they were quite progressive. Her parents were fortunate to have such a studious daughter. She was fortunate to have such supportive parents.

Nagesh had to tell himself to calm down. 'She said she was coming back,' he consoled himself. 'After all, she accepted a job at the university's science research library!'

Aarti returned. He saw her face shine as soon as she saw him again. He had no doubt that his face shone too.

As soon as Aarti had settled in, Nagesh took her out for a walk. It was early evening. Nagesh was nervous.

Aarti had noticed. "Is there something wrong, Nagesh?

Nagesh held her hand. 'I missed you so much, it was painful," he said.

"I missed you too, Nagesh. It was only a month but it seemed like forever." She squeezed his hand.

Still holding her hand, he looked into her eyes, nervously. He felt butterflies in his stomach. His hands were sweaty.

'Now,' he told himself, 'before you lose your nerve.'

"I love you, Aarti. Will you marry me?" he blurted without preamble.

Her eyes flew wide-open. She was stunned. He had said the magic words, both sets of them.

She smiled. "I love you too, Nagesh. I will be proud to be your wife and the mother of your children," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

Nagesh got an instant hard-on. Aarti became wet. They embraced and kissed each other passionately, and made love that very night.

Of course, two decades had altered her appearance somewhat. She had some wrinkles. Her hair, while still mostly black despite being in her forties, had a sprinkling of grey hairs.

Nagesh discouraged her from dyeing her hair. "Why bother spending money and time on something like that?" he had said. "Grey hair hasn't and won't change my feelings for you."

She had agreed. She was not a vain person.

She had filled out more too. Her figure was curvier, less linear than it was when she married Nagesh. Her firm, luscious breasts looked large on her petite body. Her figure reminded Nagesh of the lusciously erotic females depicted in the tv serials. He actually thought she was even more attractive now then when he first met her.

'How do I reconcile my seemingly contradictory thoughts?' Nagesh asked himself. 'She is as sexy as ever. So why do I feel something is missing.'

Nagesh himself was a Keralite. Nagesh had a somewhat more laid-back approach to life than his wife. He preferred to observe before commenting. Aarti could always tell when he was being thoughtful.

She remembered that her tradition-bound parents were not happy with Nagesh as her choice for a husband. They had anticipated she would marry a man in the their community. Eventually, though, they reconciled themselves to their daughter's choice. She was happy. He treated her well. He was very attentive to their children and actively involved in raising them. He always showed respect to his in-laws.

"Out with it," she said, curious to know what he was thinking about. "I can tell something's on your mind but I can't read it."

Nagesh snapped out of his reverie. "You're right, hon. Something is bothering me, but I just can't put a finger on it." He seemed to be in the doldrums.

She had felt them recently too. "Are you falling out of love with me?" she asked out of the blue.

"No, it's nothing like that, sweetheart," he rushed to assure her. "I still love you very much. I wouldn't hurt you for anything in the world."

She studied her husband for a moment. He still cut a fine figure even after all these years. True, he had more wrinkles. His hair had darkened from blonde to an almost mousy brown color with flashes of grey.

"And I can prove it too," he said. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her into his arms and gave her a kiss.

'God, when this woman gets me started, she makes me really horny. She's almost like an addiction,' Nagesh thought as his erection took shape. 'Why don't we have sex more often? I've got a woman who is everything a man could possibly want? So why do I feel something is missing?'

"I want you Aarti. I need you," he said hoarsely.

Aarti was thinking along the same lines. She still loved him. He still got her motor running. She loved being tightly wrapped in his strong arms, feeling the heat of his body against hers. It never failed to cause her loins to tingle and moisten and her breasts to ache and stiffen. But it had been along too long since they last made love together.

She said nothing but the tongue she stuck into Nagesh's mouth told him she was 'in the mood'.

At first the kisses were tender, then turned into French-kisses followed by a tongue war. There would be no armistice. The battle would be fought until both had won and lost.

Nagesh led his wife to the bedroom. Clothes spoiled the intimacy they both now craved. They flung them off. They briefly stood facing other without touching. Anticipation of things to come caused an erotic wave to course through their bodies.

Slowly, tenderly, they embraced and kissed again, enjoying the feel of each other's naked body. He stroked her back, slowly working his way to her beautiful bottom. He caressed it lovingly.

Nagesh sat on the edge of the bed while Aarti remained standing. He put his hand on her hips and the brought his together by sliding across her belly. His mouth watered in anticipation.

He looked up and saw the lust in his wife's eyes. She put her arms around his head as if she intended to pull his face toward her body. He knew from experience that, once she was hot, her initial sexual shyness melted away.

Nagesh's hands slowly stroked the outside and then the insides of her thighs. He loved the velvet feeling of her inner thighs. When he was near the top, he would lightly brush her femaleness. Occasionally he slipped a finger between her ass-cheeks to caress the divide between them. He was teasing her with promises of more to come.

"Oh, that feels so good," she sighed.

Nagesh felt the heat of her impassioned body. Her erect nipples pressed against his chest. She felt his hardness against her own body.

Nagesh knew what he wanted. He decided to pay attention to the twin mounds of her womanhood next. His mouth approached her sensitive tits while his manhood, which she was still holding, neared her female entrance. He knew she loved to have her tits sucked. So he sucked them, licked them, nuzzled them until he heard her sigh her pleasure. One of his hands explored her body, ran its way down her belly to her cleft. She was wet.

Aarti also knew what she wanted. She lovingly stroked his cock while his arms roamed up and down her back. The nearness of his penis, the one that had filled her womb with man muscle and semen, the one that given her so much pleasure over the years, and two children, was turning her again.

"I have to have you," he whispered in her ear.

She lay down on the bed and opened her legs. The invitation was obvious.

But he was not about to oblige her, at least not yet. He wanted her to beg for what she wanted.

"Not yet, hon," he murmured.

Instead he got down on his knees. His hand fell away erotic divide to be replaced by his mouth. He worked his tongue up and down her slit, licking and sucking all parts of her vulva. With each passing second she became wetter and wetter.

"Please now," she begged panting.

"Yes," he whispered hoarsely.

He gently pushed her toward the bed, then urged her to get on all fours. Doggie style was his favorite position. She loved it too because she could have his cock in her and have his hands massaging her sensitive tits.

Slowly, he slowly inserted his cock into lush, hot moistness until his cock was completely in her womb.

She sighed as his cock settled into her body.

"Woof, woof," she suddenly snickered and smirked.

Nagesh laughed. "Ah come on, hon, you'll break my concentration."

"Yeah, right," she said, "as if a man can loses his concentration once he's in her better place."

At first he pumped into her slowly. His wife moaned and squirmed beneath him. Soon their thoughts focused only on their mutual pleasure. For them, it was lovemaking at its best.

"Oh God," Aarti squealed. She just loved the fullness of his cock deep inside her. "Mmm, oh, ah," she grunted.

"Not God, just Nagesh," he replied dryly.

"Shuss, Nagesh," she managed to grind out, "or you'll make me laugh and cause me to lose my train of thought."

"You're thinking at a time like this?" Nagesh queried.

"Shush, you talk too much," as she took a backward swipe at him with her elbow. "You know what I mean."

Nagesh continued his lovemaking, not saying anything more. He was letting his cock do the talking. He slowly pushed his cock up her womb as far as it would go. And just as slowly he withdrew until only the tip of his cock was lodged between her nether lips. Each time he went back he used his upper body to brush against her back. Whether going in or going out, he massaged her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples.

She sighed. "Oh, so good."

Once in a while, he let go of her sweet boobs to grab her around her hips. He drew her ass tighter against his body as if he was trying to penetrate her more deeply. His hands switched to her love nest, his arms wrapped around her curvaceous hips. He stroke her vulva at the same time as he was moving in and out of her.

As his hands switched back and forth from her crease to her twin mounds, he gradually increased his pace. After a few minutes, he heard his wife start mewling like a kitten, a sure sign that she was approaching her climax.

"Ah, ah, oh god, that feels so good," she purred. "I'm almost there, hon. Faster please, harder... oh-oh, ah!"

Nagesh accelerated his pace. He pumped faster and faster. It wasn't easy. It was difficult to hold back, but he was not a selfish lover.

Finally, Nagesh felt the tremors going through Aarti's body in synchronization with her passionate mewling. She was cumming.

"I'm there!" she squealed needlessly.

She shoved her ass against him as if to force engorged cock to go even deeper into her pussy.

Nagesh couldn't hold back any more. He came. He felt the rush of semen travel up the interior of his cock and spill its contents into her womb.

"Oh! " he bellowed like a bull and spurted his sexual juices into his wife. "Honey, what you have between your legs is be the sweetest place on Earth," he grunted, breathing heavily. "When I'm inside you," he murmured, "I wish I could stay there forever."

"That was good," she moaned. "I love feeling that hard thing of yours inside me." She couldn't think of a better way to be full, filled and fulfilled.

Finished, they disengaged and held each other tightly. Their emotional and physical union had sated them, at least for now.

 

But Aarti had not forgotten Nagesh's pensive look. Determined to get an answer, she asked her husband again what he had been thinking about. She was determined to find out what was going on his mind.

"I can't quite put my finger on it," he replied after a moment. "Something's missing. I don't know what."

"Try," she said. "If you're not happy, I can't be happy."

"And I want to make you to be happy too," Nagesh said.

Several minutes of silence followed, each preoccupied with his or her own thoughts.

"You know, hon..." Nagesh opened up and then stopped.

"What, Nagesh."

"We have a pretty honest relationship, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, and?" she asked wondering at what appeared to be a change in the direction of the conversation.

"Well, a thought occurred to me, but I'm worried you might get angry with me if I express it."

"We've always been honest with each other," she pointed out. "If an issue needs to be resolved we talk about it. How else can we come to a compromise or solve a problem. Tell me. What's it all about?" she asked again."

"You won't get angry with me if I'm completely frank?" he asked. "But once I start expressing myself Aarti, you have to hear me out until I'm done. No interruptions, okay? I'm not even clear about what I'm thinking. I'm just trying to articulate a feeling and it might not come out sounding right."

"Okay."

"You trust me, right?"

"You know I do."

Nagesh took a deep breath and began to explain. "As good as our sex is, I think we've hit a rut sexually. True, we've tried all kinds of things to spice up our sex lives, you know, cunnilingus, 69-position, missionary, doggie-style and a few others we've seen in various sex manuals. We enjoy erotic movies. I've even seen some hardcore porn."

"You have?" she questioned.

 

"Of course, I have. It's almost impossible for a guy not to come across it at some point in their lives. You remember when I went to my cousin's stag party last year?"

"Yeah."

"His friends put on a hardcore porn movie."

"So did you enjoy watching it? she asked.

"Not really," he said, "it doesn't take long for it to get boring."

"You're joking. I though all guys get off on porn."

"Some do," he replied, "but doing it is a hell of a lot more fun than watching it on screen. When it comes to sex, I prefer to be a participant, not a spectator. I also think that what makes sex erotic is seduction and the anticipation of the pleasure to come, not the gross depiction of physical sexual acts you see in porn movies."

"So we've done it all." She was not sure if that was a statement of a question.

"No, hon, we haven't done it all. Rather, it's all we've done."

"You have a way with words, Nagesh," Aarti replied laconically.

"We have had a really good sex life although we seem to be in the doldrums." To reassure his wife, he quickly added, "Let me clear. I'm not blaming you. You've done nothing wrong. I think we need to recharge, spice up our sex life."

"To be honest, Nagesh, you have a point. I think I know what you mean. Maybe, we should find a way to get out of our rut."

"Well, Aarti, you're a librarian and librarians know how to look for information. Do you want to take on the task of finding out what's out there on the subject?"

Aarti blushed. "Me? But Nagesh, you're a records manager. You know how to look for information too."

"It's not the same. We have similar skill sets, but use them for entirely different purposes," he replied. "You work in a science library. You've helped students do research projects on all kinds of subjects including sex. You told me so yourself. I'm asking you to use your search skills and knowledge to find information for us when you are at home."

"You have a point," Aarti said, "although I'm not sure I know what I should be looking for."

"You're very bright, my love. I'm sure you'll figure it out."

Two weeks later, Aarti announced that she had some results.

"I don't know if this is what we're really looking for," she said, "but this as good a place as any to start, I guess." Then she blushed. "I wasn't familiar with some of the terms so I looked them up. A lot of hits were porn sites, pretty graphic stuff."

"Not as good as the real thing, right?"

Aarti blushed again. "Right. Since we're looking for ways to spice up our love life, I compiled a list a variety of sexual preferences. I put them on a simple form in the form of questions requiring a grade from 1 to 5 for each preference: 1 means 'definitely no'; 2 means 'probably not'; 3 means 'unsure' or 'don't know'; 4 means 'probably interested'; 5 means 'very interested'."

"As you know, my little analytical sweetheart, he started to point out, "we have to avoid the temptation to rig the results for fear of the other's reaction. So let's establish some preconditions and rules."

"Sounds good to me," she concurred.

"Let's start with basic principles," he said. "We've always held to the belief that what happens between consenting adults is nobody else's business. The operative words are 'adults' and 'consenting'. So, anything involving children, violence or coercion is out even before we start."

"I'm ahead of you on that one," she interrupted. "I precluded them already."

"Otherwise," he continued, "most everything else should be listed."

Aarti nodded her agreement.

"Now, about the rules. Complete honesty should be our first rule.' He declared. There shouldn't be any anger, repercussions or resentments for any and all honest answers. That should be our second rule."

"Agreed. Honesty and no blowback," Aarti summarized. "This might get scary though."

"Yes, it might. We may be surprised or disappointed by each other's honest answers. The second rule enables the first rule. Right now, it's all just talk and fantasy, not reality."

"So far, we've just talked about spicing up our sex life," she observed. "Maybe one of us wants to turn fantasy into reality. We need a third rule: nothing happens unless we both agree. In other words, no means no for both of us."

"I agree, you sweet scrumptious little thing," he said smiling.

A few days later, Aarti's list of questions was ready. Each answered the questions separately on screen.

Nagesh finished first. 'Well,' he thought, 'I see things here I'm sure Aarti finds disgusting. But I give her credit. She keeps an open mind. She left in whatever did not fall outside our 'consenting adults' principle.'

Aarti took a little longer than Nagesh.

"I'm done," she finally announced. "It'll be easier to compare notes if we consolidate what we have on the screen into a two-column document."

When she finished combining their answers on the screen, they looked at the result.

"I see a few questions where we both gave the lowest possible score. It's a long list. They are irrelevant. So to save time, let's just delete them right now." Aarti said. "And we should probably also delete those where one of us gave a 1."

"Agreed in most cases," he said simply. He noted the Aarti was taking an interest in what they were doing.

"Is that a qualification dear?"

"Yes it is, but we'll get to it in a minute," he said.

The exclusions were interesting but not surprising given the couple's long-held attitudes. But he stopped her from deleting the question relating submission."

"But you put down a 1," she protested.

"Yes dear, because I take no interest in submission. But I like the idea of being a dominant. So our inclinations are complementary. They should stay on our list for now."

"It makes sense," she conceded.

"Let's get back to them on the weekend," he suddenly interrupted. "We have already learned a lot about ourselves. We should mull over them over for a while. A little more further thinking might prompt us to amend an answer."

 

When the weekend arrived, Nagesh asked his wife if she was ready to talk some more.

"Sure," she said.

They looked at the grades they gave to each question. They made no further changes.

Nagesh read the results again. "Right off the bat, hon, I see a certain agreement in our answers about swinging and interracial sex."

"We're an interracial couple already, Nagesh."

"Oh yeah, good catch, good point," he chuckled. "But I think we both understand that we aren't talking about our relationship to each other."

"True," Aarti replied."

"At the top of what's left," she said, "is swinging, and, to a lesser extent, group sex."

"I'm a little confused by these other categories," Nagesh said. "It could be argued that threesomes and group sex are variations of swinging. In the old days, swinging used to mean single people picking each other up at bars for casual sex."

"And you seem curious about cuckoldry," she pointed out.

"I don't get that one," he admitted, "a mild interest in cuckoldry seems incompatible with dominance."

"Your logic is unsound, Nagesh."

"What do you mean?"

"Our preferences can change. We've changed. For example, twenty years ago, this conversation would never have taken place. Our preferences can also change depending on the situation."

"Very true," he agreed.

"Sex is not about logic but about procreation, sexual pleasure and even social cohesion. Each human being is unique although, of course, we can have many similarities and shared interests."

Aarti was now in lecture mode.

"People's personalities can be very complex and even contradictory. It all depends on the situation, the people we know and interact with, and the environment, physical, economic, etc. that we live in."

 

She stopped for a moment.

"While helping clients do research on human sexuality, I couldn't help but become familiar with the issues. Many specialists in human sexuality have difficulty explaining why human sexual behaviour constantly collides with the prevailing social mores."

Nagesh knew he had a very intelligent wife but sometimes she really impressed him. This was one of those times.

Aarti was still lecturing. "As a species, we are innately social and sexual at the same time. It's written in our genes, Nagesh. If you strip away the society's moralistic trappings, you have a creature that has a lot in common with bonobos."

"Bonobos?" Nagesh questioned. "Is that some kind of Italian sausage?"

"No silly, they're apes. They look like chimpanzees except they're more gracile. Both species are our closest relatives in the animal kingdom. The genetic difference between them and us is only 1.6%. Sexually, bonobos behave just like humans. They can, and do, have sex at any time. Sex isn't just about reproduction. Like us they fuck for fun."

A little embarrassed, Aarti giggled at her own choice of words.

"Humans and bonobos are the only two animals on the planet for whom sex is part of their social life. Hunter-gatherer societies, like those of our remote ancestors, were very similar. Food and sex were shared. It changed with the rise of farming and private property."

"I like bonobos, Nagesh said.

"I bet you do!" Aarti squealed and squirmed, not because of what he said but because of what he did.

While Aarti was talking about the sex among the apes, Nagesh had stepped behind her, slipped a hand inside her blouse and pushed off her bra to massage her breast. Meanwhile, the other hand had snaked its way into her panties where it massaged her other feminine assets. He pressed his growing hard-on against her behind for good measure. The talk about sex had made them both horny.

"Lets play bonobo," he panted into her ear."

"Okay," she said hoarsely.

They were in a mood for a quickie. She ran to the bedroom. He followed. Clothes flew. He pounced on her, slipping his stiff member easily into her hot humid canal. They humped against each other, he driving in as deeply as he could, she doing her best to allow him to penetrate deeply. They arrived at their blissful burst at the same time.

Now that they were sated, Nagesh said out loud. "What the hell came over us? I don't recall ever becoming horny from talking about the sex life of animals."

"Maybe their sex life appeals to our inner being, to our genetically engrained human nature," she said softly.

"Umm," was all Nagesh could say.

 

Aarti and Nagesh resumed their usual life. Work and family issues prevented them from giving any further thought to how they might spice up their love life.

"We're back in our rut," Nagesh remarked one day after a few weeks. "We need to get out of it, put our troubles aside, and have some fun."

"Yeah? What do you have in mind?"

"How about a dinner and a dance?"

"Nagesh, that's a great idea!"

"I thought you'd like that idea. So I booked a reservation in the city at a new French restaurant called 'La Cuisine française.' "

"Which means?

"French cookery."

"And where do we go dancing?"

"Ah, that's where it gets a little, shall we say, different. The place I have in mind is not your usual dance place.

"Meaning?"

"There will probably be little real ballroom or Latin dancing."

"What are trying to say, hon."

"Aarti, I propose we go to a swingers' club called 'The Bat in the Box'."

Aarti burst out laughing. "You got to be kidding me!"

"What about," Nagesh replied, "the name or the place."

"Both, Nagesh," but she laughed again. "Well, you should have given me a little warning, you know."

"Love of my life, I knew you wouldn't object to dinner and dancing. You agreed immediately to the idea. But I do see your point about playing a little fast and loose with the dance locale."

He paused for a moment before continuing.

"The restaurant requires a reservation. As for the swingers' club, we don't have to go if you don't want to. We can go to a proper dance place not far from the restaurant."

Nagesh saw the trepidation in her eyes. He also saw the spark of curiosity in them.

"Come on, Aarti," Nagesh urged. "We aren't obliged to do anything. At worst, nothing happens. We watch and then we leave. At best, it may put us in the mood to rush home for some nookie. What's to complain about?"

After ,.ng over what Nagesh said, Aarti replied, "Okay, Nagesh, as long as I can call it off at any time."

"Agreed. Either one of us can call it off," he assured his wife.

The couple spent the rest of the week in both anticipation and apprehensiveness. Although they had read up on swingers' clubs, especially the "The Bat in the Box', they knew the reality could be something very different from what they imagined it to be. Their fears were somewhat alleviated because the club's website clearly stated that onsite sex was not allowed. The club's purpose, the website explained, was to enable open-minded couples to meet and make their own arrangements. It seemed safe enough.

Friday finally arrived.

"You've got that really cute black dress that goes only part-way down your thighs," he said. "You know, the one with the plunging neckline. I haven't seen you wear that one in a long time. I want people at the swingers' club to see how sexy you really are. I want them to know that I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

Although she was flattered by her husband's compliment, Aarti was reticent to go along with the idea of wearing that particular dress. She decided to try it on to make sure it fit. It did... barely.

She looked in the mirror. What she saw gave her the odd feeling of being almost naked even though it covered most of her more intimate feminine attributes. The dress emphasized the shapeliness of her ass, the curvature of her hips, and broadly hinted at her well-proportioned breasts.

The dress was also very revealing. Its shortness exposed most of her silky-smooth milky-white thighs. It was the kind of dress that limited a modest woman's mobility. If she stooped while standing or parted her legs even slightly while sitting, her panties would become easily visible. Moreover, the dress was sleeveless. It exposed her back. Its plunging neckline barely covered her breasts. She knew she would be a magnet that would attract men's eyes. All in all, it made her feel sexy and naughty, even a little slutty.

For shoes, Aarti chose an elegant black high-heeled pair. They emphasized the beauty of her well-toned dancer's legs.

"You are a smorgasbord of femaleness," Nagesh observed admiringly.

"But I can't go like this to the restaurant," she objected. "It makes me feel and look almost naked. I don't want to be embarrassed by some guy leering at me in the restaurant, trying to undress me with his eyes."

Nagesh guffawed. "Don't you know, honey. We men have x-ray vision. If you don't undress yourself, we'll undress you with our eyes."

"Stop it," she protested. You've making me feel even more self-conscious."

"I'm sorry, hon," he replied with a lecherous glint in his eyes. "I suggest you wear a skirt that falls below your knees. Nylons might be a good idea too."

"That's my plan," she said. "A long skirt, nylons, a bra and my black lace slipover for good measure. Otherwise, I won't feel comfortable."

 

"Honey, you look good in a sweat suit," he said laughing.

"You're both a liar and a flatterer," she said smiling.

He chuckled. "Even though you know it, it still works on you, doesn't it?"

She smiled and stuck out her tongue. She was a sucker for flattery but didn't really believe he was a liar.

 

That evening at the 'La Cuisine française', they enjoyed an excellent meal and a bottle of red French wine. Nagesh ordered filet mignon as his main course while Aarti chose escargots à la bourguignonne. They made a point of asking the chef to go very easy on the garlic. It would not be nice to have bad breath when they were about to meet people at a party.

Nagesh tried to ply Aarti with wine but she resisted. She knew his game.

'My man is such a little devil,' she thought. 'He's trying to make me tipsy so I'll be more relaxed and more pliable by the time we get to the club. But the truth is I'm curious about this club. I'm even a little excited to see what it's like.'

Later, as Nagesh paid the bill, Aarti she said out loud, "Okay, big boy, let's see what's on offer at the club. But to feel a little safer, I think we should use pseudonyms. Okay?"

"Okay." Then making fun he said, "I'm not Nagesh but I'm pleased to meet you. And you are?

"Prachi," she said.

"Maybe I should try something a little exotic," Nagesh declared. "Hmmm, when I was young, my parents sent me to my aunt in Kerala for the summer to learn Malayalam. I learned a few choice words playing with my friends which I never repeated in front of my prudish aunt. I'll call myself Manoj."

Aarti smirked. 'Smart-ass,' she thought. Then she thought about the swingers' club again. 'I wonder how he'll react if some guy makes a pass at me or even gropes me. I guess I'll find out soon enough.'

On the way to the swingers' club, Aarti removed her outer skirt, nylons and slipover, tucking them into a bag she intended to leave behind in the car. It took some urging from Nagesh before she finally took off her bra as well.

Nagesh had difficulty concentrating on his driving as he watched his wife's mini striptease in the passenger seat. The black form-fitting dress was Aarti's sexiest. He kicked himself mentally for not trying to persuade her to wear it more often.

He kept glancing at his beautiful wife. "You look so hot," he said leering at her. "I almost feel like taking you back home now."

Aarti noticed her husband's lustful look. "Down boy," she said, "You'll have your chances to poke me with your pecker."

"Yeah, like later tonight." Nagesh laughed, then concentrated on his driving.

 

After they parked their car in a nearby parking lot, they stood watching the club's entrance for a few minutes.

Nagesh took hold of Aarti's hand. "Let's do it," Nagesh finally said.

The first thing they saw as they approached the door was a sign that read: Private Party, Bat in the Box Club.

"If one of us wants to leave, we both leave. No argument. Okay?" Nagesh said to re-assure his wife yet.

"I know, dear," Aarti replied.

With that, they opened the door and walked in.

A lady just inside the door collected their entry fees. "I haven't seen you two before," she observed.

"First time," Nagesh replied."

"Are you familiar with our rules?"

"Yes," he replied, "we saw them on your website."

"Well, go on in," she smiled. "Just relax and enjoy."

"Thanks," Nagesh said. "At this point we just want to get a feel for things."

"I'm sure you will feel a few things," she said with a straight face.

The club's facility was spacious. Normally served as a banquet hall. The lights were low. Tables and chairs were distributed along the walls. The centre of the room was left clear, obviously to allow dancing.

Snacks were available at the bar. Alcohol bought offsite and drugs were strictly forbidden, but beer and wine were for sale at the bar. Violation of the club's rules meant expulsion. Repeat offenders were banned permanently.

Only a small number of people were present.

"Things don't really start hopping until after 10:00," their hostess informed them. "Oh, by the way," she added, "put on one of those wristbands you see in the box near the bar. Red means you're only looking, not participating. Yellow means touching and feeling is allowed, but you're not looking for sex. Green means you're looking for sex partners. As a couple, you're required to wear the same colour at all times."

"And if we change our minds?" Nagesh asked.

"You can change wristbands at any time but you both still have to wear the same colour. It's a meeting place for swinging couples. It's either both of you or neither of you."

Nagesh and Aarti nodded.

"Red?" Aarti asked tentatively.

"No, yellow," he said decisively. "If we were just going to watch, we could have stayed home and rented an erotic movie. We're here for more that. Wasn't that the point of coming here?" he questioned.

Aarti realized he had a point. They were here to get a taste of what the swinging lifestyle was like. Still, the scene made her nervous... and excited.

"Okay," she said softly. "And no means no."

"Yes, no means no."

They walked over to the bar where they bought two glasses of wine. They made themselves comfortable at one of the tables.

 

For a while nothing happened. But as the evening wore on, more couples trickled in, each couple choosing wristbands of one or the other colour. They came in all ages, shapes, sizes and colours. Many sat down but a few couples danced. Not surprisingly, the club played romantic or slow lounge-type music.

Another hour passed. The club became more crowded. The dance floor gradually filled up.

Aarti and Nagesh continued to watch. Couples wearing red wristbands were left alone.

"Oh look, Nagesh," Aarti whispered. "Over there to the left."

They saw an exchange of pleasantries between two couples. They wore wedding rings and green wristbands. After seeing the women nod in agreement, the two couples appeared to make a switch. The men slipped their hands under the women's blouses. It was obvious what they were doing.

"It's making me hot," Nagesh whispered. "Let's go dance and do some groping ourselves!" With that he took Aarti's hand and led her to the dance floor.

Aarti almost went into a ballroom dance hold position but Nagesh put a quick end to the gesture. He wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her tightly against his body. He nuzzled her neck.

"Nagesh," she protested, "people are watching!"

"No kidding," he replied. "What do you expect when we're in a place like this. And," he added, "I've got the sexiest woman in the place in my arms."

Aarti put her arms around her man's neck and laid her head on his shoulder. "Flattery will get everywhere, hon." She relaxed. She put her lips to his ear. "I'm getting hot too," she confessed to enjoying the comfort and safety of her husband's embrace.

A mischievous thought struck Aarti. She pressed her pelvis against him, then squirmed in his arms for good measure.

Nagesh pressed his pelvis against hers. He was getting a hard-on. "Aarti, you are such a luscious little tease."

They kissed passionately. A tremor of excitement coursed through Aarti's body as Nagesh allowed his hands to travel slowly down his wife's back, while nuzzling and nipping her neck and ears. She loved his masculine aroma and the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her. Her pussy moistened. Briefly, they forgot with their surroundings.

 

Suddenly, Nagesh felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked toward the source, a man who was wearing a green wristband. He was tall. His black hair was shot through with flashes of flashes of grey. He looked fairly healthy although he had a small paunch. Nagesh estimated he was in his early 50s.

The woman with him appeared to be a bit younger than him. She was voluptuous. Nagesh couldn't be sure if it was due to age or genetics, maybe both.

The couple wore green wristbands.

"We couldn't help notice you because we've never seen you here before. My name is Vijay, and this is my wife Shruti."

The men shook hands.

She smiled and shook hands with Nagesh. "Hi, pleased to meet you."

"Nagesh gestured toward Aarti. "This is my wife Aa..., er, Prachi. I'm Manoj."

Aarti giggled and shook hands with each of them in turn.

"Those are unusual names," Vijay observed.

"Indeed they are," Nagesh smiled.

"You're really cute," Shruti interjected directing her remark to Aarti.

"Yes" Nagesh smirked, "she is my Prachi," and pulled her against him.

"And Manoj is my man. He belongs to me," Aarti added, putting both arms around his waist.

Not quite understanding what the exchange was about, Shruti changed the subject. "Are you here for the first time?" she asked.

"Yes," Aarti responded, "we're curious to see what a swingers' club is like. In fact, it's our first time in any place like this."

"Well, I noticed you're wearing yellow wristbands. First-timers usually wear red," Shruti said. "Although," she continued, "it is not uncommon to see a first-time couple exchange a red wristband for a yellow one later in the evening."

"We came here knowing what the club was about," Aarti replied. "At the same we didn't want to go all the way, so to speak, until we learned more. A yellow wristband seemed like a good compromise."

"Manoj, do you mind if I cut in?" Vijay asked, "provided of course your lady has no objection. Shruti is attracted to you," he added. "She said so. Right, dear?"

"I did, Vijay." She stepped to Nagesh. "Let's dance, Manoj."

With that they exchanged partners.

 

 

At first Nagesh put a little space between them. Shruti would have none of that, though. She stepped right into him, pressing her luscious body against his and dbangd her arms around his neck.

"Don't be shy," Shruti said into his ear. "Body contact is allowed here."

Nagesh's prick wasn't shy but it was having problems standing at attention.

"Excuse me, for a second," he said embarrassed.

He separated from Shruti briefly, turned his back to her, stuck a hand in his pants, and deftly adjusted his cock. He hoped no one else noticed, turned around and then pulled her back into his arms.

"No problem," she giggled. "I can feel it better now too," she said. "You're very sexy. I could really go for a guy like you."

Meanwhile a similar scene took place between Vijay and Aarti. Aarti felt Vijay's arms wrap around her. Unsure of what to expect, she let him take the initiative. He nuzzled his nose under her ear and kissed her gently on the neck. Slowly but surely his hands moved down until they were stroking her ass-cheeks. A few strokes later, he cupped them forcing Aarti to press more tightly against his body. She felt his hard-on press against her belly.

Aarti found the situation to be both new and erotic. Her body responded. The butterflies in her stomach spoke to her nervousness; the hardening of her nipples and the moisture in her pussy spoke to her sexual excitement. Knowing that a stranger lusted after her, and feeling his hard cock press against her, made her feel attractive and sexy. At the same time, having been faithful to her husband for all the years of their marriage, she also felt a pang of guilt in allowing another man, a stranger, to take liberties with her body.

While Vijay's hands roam up and down her back and bottom, Aarti began to wonder what it would be like if they were naked, bare skin against bare skin. She sighed. Her thoughts became even more lascivious as she wondered what it would feel like to have Vijay's hard cock deep inside her.

Up to this point, Aarti had not resisted Vijay's advances. Encouraged, Vijay went a little further. With Aarti still in his embrace, his hands lifted the back of her short dress. He wanted to put his hands on her cute heart-shaped ass. He was mildly disappointed, but not surprised, that she was wore panties. He slipped his hands under the strap, allowing his hands to slip underneath and roam freely over the skin of her now exposed nether cheeks.

 

Nagesh watched his wife. He saw the sparkle in her eyes that told him she was enjoying Vijay's caresses and liked the way he explored her body. Nagesh saw Aarti slowly overcoming her shyness. He knew her to be a very sensuous woman.

A thought flickered through Nagesh's mind. 'Would she want to switch to a green wristband?' He would wait and see.

Vijay and Shruti wore green wristbands. They were not allowed to ask for a sexual encounter except from persons wearing a green wristband. If they wanted to talk about exchanging partners for sex with any other couple, they had to persuade the couple they were interested in to exchange their wristbands for green ones.

Once more Nagesh glanced at Aarti. She was snuggling into Vijay. She was responding to his caresses and squeezes with some of her own. Obviously they were enjoying each other. She put her head on his chest and teasingly pressed her pelvis against him. He could tell that Vijay was sending a thrill through her body. She was getting into the spirit of the club.

While Nagesh was watching, Aarti turned her head to look for him. As soon as she caught his eye, she smiled as if to say that everything was okay. Aarti remembered wondering how he would react if some other man were groping her. She got her answer. He nodded. Apparently, he didn't mind.

Nagesh returned his attention to Shruti.

"You can feel my tits if you like," Shruti said.

She unbuttoned her blouse to allow him easier access. Her very large breasts flopped out. She wore no bra.

Nagesh took one hand away from her ass and reached for a massive mammary. They were soft, almost gelatinous. Her nipples were large and fully erect. He suckled on one and then switched to the other. He had a momentary urge to bury his face between her enormous orbs.

"Ah, that feel's so good," Shruti moaned. "Please don't stop."

Both Aarti and Vijay saw what their spouses were doing.

"May I?" Vijay asked reaching toward the buttons that kept her dress in place over breasts.

"Yes," she breathed.

 

He unbuttoned the buttons at the top of her very sexy, slinky dress. Her breasts peaked out. He was pleased to see, and feel, that she wore no bra. The firmness of her mammaries stood in sharp contrast to his wife's. It was like comparing pints to gallons, all good, only a difference in size.

"That feels so good," Aarti breathed again as Vijay fondled her perfect peaks. She stood a little apart from him to allow him easier access. Her sensitive tits ached for attention.

"I want you, Prachi," he said suddenly.

"I know," she replied and then realized what he meant. He was asking for sex.

The haze of sensuousness filling Aarti's mind suddenly dissipated. "You're making me hot too, Vijay, but Manoj and I agreed to stick with the yellow wristbands. We won't change them unless we both agree. As turned on as I am, I'm not sure I want to go any further. It's our first time here."

"Ah, come on," he said in a complaining tone, "don't be so uptight."

It was a poor choice of words. Aarti had offered him a polite no. He had brushed it off.

"That's enough, Vijay!" she exclaimed. Now she was clearly annoyed, the pleasure she was enjoying only a few moments ago completely evaporated. "I have to go the lady's room."

"Okay, Prachi," Vijay said realizing he had overplayed his hand.

'I'm wearing a yellow wristband for God's sake,' Aarti thought. 'Doesn't he know what yellow means?' Then she calmed down. 'I shouldn't be so harsh. This place is all about sex after all. And the truth is I liked what he was doing to me. It felt good. Obviously, he got worked up too. Still, yellow is yellow!'

Aloud she said, "I'm sorry, Vijay. We're wearing yellow wristbands. You made feel good and sexy, but I'm not ready to go as far as you want me to go."

"Sorry," Vijay said and walked away.

Aarti redid her buttons.

Nagesh had noticed the altercation. Concerned for his wife he ended his fondling of Shruti.

 

"What happened?" Nagesh asked solicitously as they sat down.

"Nothing to really worry about. Vijay just got a little pushy in his search for pussy. I got annoyed. So I stopped it."

"Okay, hon, but I had the impression he was turning you on."

Aarti blushed. "Yeah, he turned me on alright but then he turned me off when he wanted to go beyond what you and I had agreed to."

Nagesh held her hand for several minutes until he felt her relax again.

"Are you okay now?" Nagesh asked.

Aarti smiled. "Yeah, I'm okay now."

"Good. Satisfy my curiosity," he said obviously changing the subject. "Tell me what you were feeling and thinking until he screwed it up." Nagesh said. "I'd like to know. Be truthful. Remember rule 2."

"Okay," she croaked. "As I said, he turned me on. I liked the way his hands explored my body. It excited me, a lot. Satisfied?"

"What excited you?" he inquired. The skilfulness of his hands or the idea that a stranger was exploring your body?"

"A bit of both," Aarti replied.

"Did you get wet?" he asked even though he knew the answer.

She turned her face away and blushed. Aarti had a strong sense of modesty. "Yeah, but you already know that, don't you."

"Yes, I know that but I wanted you to say it," he said. "And what else were you thinking?" he probed "The truth, Aarti. I want the truth."

 

She hesitated, looked worriedly at her husband.

"Say it," he commanded.

"I didn't really want him to stop, or rather my body wanted him to continue. My mind was stuck on the rules. Vijay's mistake was to push me too hard, too soon. I don't know how much further I would have gone, if he hadn't been so pushy."

Aarti felt her mouth go dry at her confession.

Nagesh smiled. "Look at it this way, Aarti. He proved what I've been saying all along. You are a very sexy, irresistible woman. I could tell from the look in Vijay's eyes, he really wanted to get into you. And I don't mean that figuratively."

Nagesh's corny joke broke the tension.

Aarti slapped his shoulder. "Oh you, your jokes are awful but they're appropriate." Her husband had a knack for saying the right thing at the right time. She was her vivacious self again.

"In any case, I've had enough for one night," she declared.

"Let's call it an evening," Nagesh suggested. "We stuck our toes in the swingers' water to test the temperature. I think we should cool off and think about it some more before deciding whether or not we want to jump in. Okay?"

"Okay," she agreed.

"In fact," he smirked, "let's go home and cool off with some hot sex."

She smiled. "Oh yeah, I like that idea. I can't wait."

They re-arranged their clothes and left.

 

Once they got home, Nagesh wrapped his arms around his cute little wife. His arms slid slowly down her back until he was able to grab her bottom, just as Vijay had. Then he removed one of his hands to undo the buttons on the front of her dress, exposing her breasts. He fondled them, and kissed them, and suckled on them.

"I saw Vijay doing this you. I saw the pleasure in your face. I saw you put your head on his chest and press your belly against him," Nagesh whispered.

"Yes," his wife hissed.

"You said your body wanted you to go further. How much further?" He asked.

"I wondered what it would be like to have his cock inside me," she said quietly.

The memory of Vijay's intimate groping was lighting her fire again. She could feel Nagesh's hard-on press against her. Apparently her confession turned him on too.

"Close your eyes. Pretend I'm Vijay," he said hoarsely. "Pretend we're back at the club doing what you two were doing on the dance floor. Pretend we're wearing green wristbands. Pretend we agreed to switch spouses."

Aarti closed her eyes. "Yes," she hissed.

Nagesh slipped off the dress' straps from her shoulders and kissed her soft, smooth shoulders. His lips trailed up her neck to beneath her ears. He knew it really turned her on to be nibbled around the ears.

Slowly he lowered her sexy black dress so that her perfect orbs became exposed to his lustful eyes, his wandering hands and his sensually probing lips.

After a few minutes, Nagesh slipped his fingers underneath her dress. Then he slid his arms down her back, taking the dress with them. Once, it passed her hips it dropped to the floor, pooling around her feet.

Next he slipped his hands into her panties. He moved them, one to each hip, until the waistband were on his wrists. He pulled his hands down, taking the panties off her hips. The panties dropped to her feet. Now totally nude, she stepped out of them.

Nagesh picked up her clothes and tossed them on a nearby chair. "Keep your eyes closed," he said as he quickly removed his own clothes.

He took his wife into his embrace, naked body against naked body. "Pretend we're on the dance floor in the club," he croaked, his excitement growing along with his cock.

"Oh yes," Aarti sighed as a tremor of desire stirred through her body. "And you pretend I'm Shruti," she whispered back.

 

Nagesh hands travelled up and down her back several times. After a while, he massaged her ass cheeks. He let a finger travel between the divide that separated her ass cheeks, brushing against her anus and fingering her perineum.

"Prachi," he said, pretending he was Vijay. "Your husband doesn't seem to object to what I'm doing. Do you want to stop?"

"No," she replied.

"No what?" he asked.

"No, I don't want you to stop," she told the imaginary Vijay. "Hold me. Kiss me. Let me feel your naked body against mine."

"What else do you want?"

"I want to feel your hard manhood pressing against my body." She paused. "No, I want more. Take me. I want to feel you deep in my body." It came out as a moan with the emphasis on the word 'in'. She grabbed the imaginary Vijay's stiff staff with her hot little hand. "I'm so hot. Please put it in me, Vijay. Fill me my womb with your semen. Please! Now!"

Nagesh wasted no time. He lifted up his petite wife and impaled on her on his lustful spear, stumbled over to the bed, laid her down, and began to pump vigorously into her.

"More, more!" Aarti bellowed as she spread he legs wider. "Take me. Fuck me, Vijay. Oh, oh, oh," she mewled.

Nagesh increased his pace. His cock seemed to harden even more. He felt the spasms in his cock that told him of his impending release.

"Now! Oh god, now!" she screamed. "Give it to me, Vijay. Harder. Fuck the living daylights out of me!"

The imaginary Vijay did just that. His cock burst, spurting his cum deep inside her. She felt him flood her insides as she burst into her own massive orgasm.

Both flopped back on the bed, feeling both breathless and sated.

"Wow," he summarized.

After a few minutes, Aarti stirred. She looked worried. "Now I feel a bad about my Vijay fantasy," she said. "I hope you're not angry with me."

"How can I be? I not only gave you permission, sweetheart, I was the one who suggested it. So don't worry about."

"Did you imagine me as Shruti?" Aarti asked.

"To be honest, no," Nagesh replied. "Your body types are too different for me to be able to substitute her in my imagination for you."

That night, they had more sex. It was one of the hottest nights they had enjoyed in a very long time. Afterwards, they talked about their evening at the swingers' club. It was an interesting and exciting experience, they agreed, but they were nowhere near ready to wear green wristbands in a room full of strangers.

"Maybe we should take a different approach," Nagesh suggested, "contact couples interested in swinging through the internet and get to know them first."

"That's not a half-bad idea," she answered.

When Saturday came, Aarti and Nagesh did their usual weekend chores of cleaning house, cutting the lawn, tending to the gardens and, of course, shopping for food and household goods.

"Do you remember your suggestion about contacting swinging couples through the Internet?"

Nagesh looked at his wife. "Yes."

"I answered some."

"You did?"

"Remember, it was your idea," she said somewhat defensive, "I figured there was no harm in it. Don't worry," she hastened to add. "I set up a new email address just for this purpose. It tells them nothing about us. I didn't do or promise anything I can't back out of. I revealed no details about us. I made no promises except to talk to you first."

"And..."

"I narrowed down the field to two couples. One couple has already sent us a picture. They seemed very nice and unconcerned that I didn't want to send a picture until I talked to you."

"Oh yeah? Can I see the picture?"

Aarti disengaged from the cuddling. She turned on the computer and put the image on screen.

"Not bad looking, but they're dressed," Nagesh noted.

Aarti poked his shoulder. "Of course they are, stupid. These pictures won't compromise them if things don't work out or if someone else happens to see them by accident."

Nagesh laughed. "Smart move on their part. I take it you like the looks of the guy. Otherwise, you wouldn't have bothered to show me the picture. The questions are: Is this picture a recent one? Do they look like that in real life now or is it a picture that was taken a few years ago or is it recent? Keep that in mind. Oh, and did you get a picture of the other couple?"

"No," she replied, "they wanted us to send a picture first."

"I don't have a problem with that," Nagesh said, "but no nude pictures please."

"We don't have any nude pictures!" she cried.

"I know," he said chuckling. "I'm just playing with you. Go ahead, dear. Contact them. I trust your judgment."

Aarti returned to the computer. She sent off pictures to both couples and asked, separately of course, if they would like to meet at a mutually agreed neutral location.

 

The following morning, an email was already waiting in the inbox. It came from the couple that had already sent a picture. This couple suggested meeting on the following Sunday. Aarti checked with Nagesh. He was in agreement.

In her earlier correspondence with them, this couple had identified themselves to Aarti as Sandeep and Supriya. She said they lived in a nearby town but gave little information other than a rough distance and direction. Aarti was equally cautious. Nevertheless, they agreed to meet in a restaurant that was roughly halfway between their vaguely indicated locations. She assumed that the couple's first names were fictional. She had taken similar precautions. They assumed the Prachi and Manoj personas.

Aarti and Nagesh arrived at the restaurant a few minutes early. They took seats in the corner opposite the doorway so that they could watch out for them.

At 1:00, there was no Sandeep and Supriya, not at 1:15 and still not at 1:30.

"I think we've been stood up," Nagesh finally said. "Let's order some food and then go home."

He had just completed his sentence when Aarti elbowed him in the ribs. She nodded toward they door. They had finally arrived.

As they approached, Aarti and Nagesh immediately sensed tension between them. Supriya had a scowl on her face. Aarti and Nagesh glanced at each other. Both thought and knew what the other was thinking. This was not good.

Sandeep introduced himself and his wife. They sat down. All four ordered their meals.

For a while, they exchanged pleasantries, talking mainly about their families and interests. But it soon became apparent to Aarti and Nagesh that Sandeep was doing most of the talking. His wife was obviously sulking. Sandeep also came across as a poor listener. He talked mostly about himself. He made little effort to involve his wife in the conversation.

 

Aarti gave her husband a quick, very small shake of her head that meant 'no.' Aarti could not see herself even flirting with such a man. Nagesh nodded his understanding and his agreement.

"Well, what do you say?" This came from Sandeep just as they finished their meal-ending coffee. He seemed to think that swinging was a done deal.

"We can't say yet, Sandeep." Nagesh replied. "Prachi and I have to talk about it first."

"That was very diplomatic of you," Aarti said as they were returning home. "You were polite, brief, and business-like. If Sandeep has any brains, he should have got the hint that we're not really interested"

"His wife is unwilling," Nagesh said succinctly. "An unwilling wife is not a fun wife. The same would be true if their roles were reversed. They weren't even good company."

"No, they weren't," Aarti agreed. "I got the impression Sandeep was forcing her into something she didn't really want to do. I can understand her attitude. I feel sorry for her. She has such a selfish husband. They aren't our type. I'll send them an email saying we don't feel we are compatible enough. Maybe we'll have better luck with the second couple."

When Aarti and Nagesh returned home, they checked to see if the other couple had replied. Nothing. In fact, days turned into weeks with no reply.

"I guess the second couple changed their minds," Aarti surmised after checking her email yet again. "They should have contacted us by now."

"Maybe something came up," Nagesh suggested. "Or maybe someone was just pretending to be a couple and got their jollies off by stringing us along. Do you want to try again?"

"I don't know, Nagesh. I weeded out a lot of responses and ended up with only two as potentially compatible. The effort wasn't worth the result. Maybe we should just forget it for now." Aarti was discouraged.

"I understand, dear."

 

Weeks stretched into months. The disappointed couple made no further efforts to explore the swinging lifestyle. In any case, more serious problems took their attention. Aarti grew increasingly concerned by her missed periods. After a series of tests, her gynaecologist concluded that she was well into early menopause. The good news was that the doctor didn't find any other underlying health concerns to worry about.

Aarti returned home and told Nagesh about her doctor's diagnosis.

"Try not to worry about it. Aarti. It's not going to make any difference to me. I love you, sweetheart. I always have and always will."

She felt comforted and held him tightly. "Thank you, my love," she said snuggling up to him.

One day, after Aarti came home from the library, Aarti told Nagesh she overheard some clients talking about their plans for a South Pacific cruise.

"Hawaii, Bora Bora, Tahiti, you know, places in a relatively remote part of the world. It sounds like it would be a really good vacation, especially in the middle of winter," Aarti sighed wistfully.

Nagesh understood what she was hinting at, a South Pacific cruise. She wasn't very subtle about it. But he liked the idea and let her continue.

"I even checked out the possibilities on the Internet," she continued. "We get on a cruise ship, see exotic places, enjoy the sun, swim on tropical beaches, in short, relax for an entire month. No cooking, no house cleaning, no rushing around at work, no responsibilities. What do you think, Nagesh?"

Nagesh could tell she thought she made a really solid case.

"Oh, I don't know," he teased sounding doubtful. "What so interesting about vast amounts of water broken up only by a few green islands with tiny beaches? No friends, no family, no TV, no shopping." He emphasized the last two words. "It sounds pretty boring to me."

"Oh you." she said. Nagesh's smile told her he was being difficult for the fun of it.

"I think it's a brilliant idea," he assured his wife. "Why not? The kids are in university and are old enough to care of themselves. We've got unused vacation time and we're not poor. Let's do it. It'll be fun."

 

Two months later, they were on the high seas on their way to Hawaii. For five sea days the happy couple enjoyed the ships restaurants, took part in various onboard activities, watched the evening shows, danced to live music in the lounges and met new and interesting people, many of them couples in their own age group but some singles too.

In Hawaii, they took the ship's excursions in Hilo, Kona and Lahaina but decided to explore Honolulu on their own since the ship was staying overnight.

Having had little experience about cruising and excursions, the happy couple made a point of paying close attention to what the more experienced passengers had to say.

On their last Hawaiian stopover, they met an older American gentleman, Chris.

"I worked for a tourist company specializing in Hawaii and the South Pacific," Chris explained. "So I got to travel to many of the islands including all the large Hawaiian Islands and quite a few in French Polynesia too."

"Could you give us some advice about excursions in French Polynesian?" Aarti asked.

"Sure," he said. "For starters, the islands are generally safe. Although French is the official language, many people speak English too. So I'd recommend you go out on your own. It's usually much cheaper than taking the ship's excursions. On the other hand, if we were docking in a very poor country with a high crime rate, it's better to take the ship's excursions because they make special security arrangements with the local government agencies."

"Any downside?" Nagesh asked.

"Well, generally speaking," Chris explained, "there is one big advantage in buying the ship's excursions; the ship takes responsibility for making sure you get back to the ship. If you're out on your own and you miss the ship, you have to make your own way at your own expense to the ship's next port of call."

"Oh, okay," Nagesh said.

"Have you made plans for French Polynesia?" Chris asked.

"No, not yet," Aarti replied. "We weren't sure what excursions to take."

"Well, don't," he said. "If you don't mind my company, I'd be happy to act as your guide."

By the time the ship had reached the first French Polynesian island, the three of them had become friends. Chris took them on shore excursions on every Polynesian island they visited.

One included a circumnavigation of Bora Bora, with a two-hour stopover on an island beach and a visit to a lagoonarium. In Raiatea, they toured a vanilla plantation, a pearl oyster farm and, of course, another beach. In Papeete, they rented a car to see Tahiti's sites. In Moorea, they took a local tour bus to the island's highest peak. It offered a spectacular view of both Cook's Bay and Opunohu Bay, where the ship was anchored. It looked like a toy. The cruise through French Polynesia ended with visits to Ringaroa and Nuku Hiva.

 

Once they had become acquainted, Aarti, Nagesh and Chris often saw each other at the breakfast buffet. Aarti usually woke earlier than Nagesh. She wanted to do her early morning exercises in the ship's gym. Nagesh wasn't interested. He preferred swimming later in the morning in one of the ship's pools. So it wasn't unusual for Nagesh to see Aarti and Chris already chatting over breakfast before he joined them.

Chris was a great conversationalist and storyteller. He was one of the very few single men onboard ship. He was also a social butterfly. Nagesh noticed that he preferred to socialize with women. It didn't matter to him if they were paying guests or crew members.

One morning, while the three of them were having breakfast, Chris greeted a woman Nagesh had seen only fleetingly onboard. They were obviously acquainted.

"Her husband's not the jealous type," Chris remarked. "She does her thing; he does his. He doesn't mind if I talk to her."

Nagesh thought it was an interesting observation for a man to make about another man. 'Aarti and I do our own thing, too," Nagesh thought. "So I guess that means I'm not the jealous type either.'

Nagesh took note of other little titbits in Chris's conversations. One morning, Aarti slept in but Nagesh got up early. Sure enough, Chris was already having his early morning coffee. Nagesh joined him.

After the usual pleasantries, the conversation somehow turned to the subject of women. What caught Nagesh's attention was Chris's remark that he liked Asian women. Nagesh, curious to see how Chris interacted with Aarti, decided to delay his next appearance for breakfast.

On the following day, Aarti was back to her onboard routine. Sure enough, she was having breakfast with Chris. This time, Nagesh decided stay back for a few minutes to watch them. He paid particular attention to Chris's body language.

'Mmm, I think he's got the hots for my wife,' Nagesh thought, 'but I think my wife is talking about something that interests her and hasn't noticed he's taking quick peeks at her various body parts.'

That evening, back in the stateroom, Nagesh told his wife what he observed.

"Nagesh! What a thing to say about Chris," she protested indignantly. "He's been a perfect gentleman. He's made no pass at me at all."

"Don't get me wrong, hon," Nagesh explained. "I think Chris is a decent guy. He respects our relationship and so makes no attempt to hit on you. He genuinely enjoys the company of women. I like him," he concluded.

"So what makes you think it's anything more than that?" Aarti asked.

"Chris is a guy, who confessed to liking Asian women. And you are one very sexy Asian woman. So far as I can tell he's a normal guy. I think his interest in you is greater than he let's on. He hides it well. I'm a guy, Aarti," he continued. "I can tell when a guy takes a sexual interest in a woman, especially if she happens to be my wife."

"Really, Nagesh, you're making me blush!"

"Well, you're one hot little vixen, you know," he replied leering at her and patting her ass.

Aarti was embarrassed and flattered at the same time. 'Guys!' she thought. 'They've always got sex on their minds. Surely, Nagesh is just seeing things that aren't really there. Chris is just a friendly guy. He hasn't done anything improper.'

Aarti's own thoughts concerning Chris had been entirely innocent up to now. She had assumed his thoughts were just as innocent. What Nagesh told her about Chris caused her to think differently about him. She was now on the alert for signs of Chris's sexual interest in her. She also began to think about Chris as a man, an attractive, if older, man.

 

On the next morning, Aarti and Chris were once again sharing the breakfast table. This time, she paid closer attention to his eyes. Then she saw it, that quick flick of the eye, a mere split second, that told her he was trying to peer down the valley between her twin peaked mounds.

'Damn! Nagesh may be on to something,' she thought. 'Do I dare... Yes, I'll go to the washroom and then take a really quick look back,' she thought impishly.

"Excuse me for a minute, Chris" she said out loud. "I have to use the lady's room."

As she sashayed toward the washroom, she quickly turned her head around. Sure enough, he was ogling her behind. He lowered his gaze immediately. But it was already too late; she caught him.

After a few minutes, Aarti returned to the table, all the while pretending she hadn't noticed his more than friendly admiration of her female attributes.

Aarti wasn't the least put off by his sexual interest. She was secretly flattered by it, even thrilled. It made her feel good to be admired by men despite being in her 40s.

'He really is a handsome man,' she thought sneaking in a few looks of her own.

At that precise moment, Nagesh joined them for breakfast. Her nascent erotic train of thought burst like a bubble.

Later, when Aarti and Nagesh were alone, Aarti told him what happened.

"I told you so," he said needlessly. "You little teaser. Were you flattered by his ogling?" he asked. "Because you're giving me the distinct impression that you were."

She blushed. She had to remind herself that her husband had an unusually acute sense of observation. She didn't contradict him.

Nagesh found himself immersed in his own thoughts. 'I wonder....' he thought.

 

On the last day before the ship's return to the port, the three of them were having breakfast together for the last time.

"All good things have to come to an end," Nagesh said. "Then it's back to the grind. We were really lucky to meet you, Chris. Your knowledge of the South Pacific and your companionship made our cruise exceptionally enjoyable."

"No problem," Chris replied. "I enjoyed your company too. You're a great couple. I've never seen a couple as loving and as comfortable with each other as you two."

"That's very sweet of you," Aarti said.

"Aarti and I have booked a meal for three at the specialty restaurant tonight. We had you in mind as the third person. Will you join us?" Nagesh asked.

"I'd be delighted," Chris said in his usually charming way. "But I don't wish to intrude on you two lovebirds on the last full day of your first ever cruise vacation."

"Please join us, Chris," Aarti pleaded. "It's the very least we could do for taking so much of your time on the excursions."

Chris acquiesced.

That evening they enjoyed an excellent meal and shared a bottle of red wine. The restaurant was almost empty. Most passengers were no doubt doing their last-minute packing. Aarti, Nagesh and Chris had completed their main packing in the afternoon.

An hour and a half later, after coffee and schnapps, the meal was done.

"There's nothing else us to do. Let's get another bottle of wine and enjoy the rest of the evening in our stateroom," Nagesh suggested.

Aarti looked at him questioningly but saw no pressing reason to object. Nagesh was right. There was nothing interesting happening onboard ship. One way or another, guests and crew were busy preparing for the next day's early morning disembarkation.

Back in their stateroom, Nagesh opened the bottle of wine and poured out three glasses.

"May we have more vacations like this one!" Nagesh proclaimed.

"Cheers!" replied both Aarti and Chris.

Aarti and Nagesh were already feeling the effects of the drinks they had at dinner. Unused to drinking alcoholic beverages, it didn't take much for them to become a little tipsy. The second bottle of wine made them even tipsier. The normally reticent Nagesh became talkative, almost garrulous. In contrast, Aarti became quieter, more subdued.

The couple shared one weakness in common; at a certain point booze lowered their inhibitions. Early in their marriage, Nagesh had discovered that a couple of glasses of red wine seemed to make Aarti more sexually receptive.

Nagesh watched his wife closely. A half-hour later, he saw the signs; her inhibitions were dropping away. So were his.

 

Completely catching Aarti and Chris off-guard, Nagesh slid his hand underneath his wife's blouse. A second later, he was massaging her breast.

"Nagesh, what are doing?" she cried, stunned more by the suddenness of his action than by what he was actually doing.

Of course, her question was rhetorical. Her wine-addled brain seemed to undercut her ability to formulate her protest. To make matters worse, she liked the feel of his hand on her breast. Her body yearned for more of his touch. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the spark of a thought told her to stop. But the spark was soon extinguished and the thought remained unarticulated.

Nagesh turned to his guest. "Are you attracted to my wife, Chris?" he blurted out.

'Oh my god,' Aarti thought confused and paralysed by the sudden tyurn of events. 'What's he doing? Where is this leading to?'

Aarti put her hand to her mouth. She still had enough presence of mind to be both embarrassed and confused. Her modesty made her fearful of what Chris might say but the effects of the wine, and her innate sensuality conspired against her. She wanted to hear the very words that might offend her modesty.

'I shouldn't know what I'd like to hear,' she mused giggling at her own contradictory thought.

"Oh-oh," Chris said as he watched the movement of Nagesh's hand underneath Aarti's blouse, "I think somebody's had a bit too much to drink."

"That's not an answer, Chris," Nagesh countered slightly slurring his words. "Don't be evasive."

Chris stared at Aarti, then glanced away. His gaze spoke volumes. Aarti saw his lust openly displayed in his eyes. Much to her own surprise, this knowledge caused her own loins to stir.

"You didn't answer my question, Chris," Nagesh reminded him.

"Of course I am. She is a very beautiful and exciting woman," he finally answered.

"Do you find Chris attractive," Nagesh questioned his wife.

Aarti blushed. "I would never cheat on you," she said evasively. She wanted to say yes.

"You didn't answer my question, hon."

"Yes," she finally murmured.

"I know," Nagesh said, "I see it in your eyes." He changed the subject with a question. "What's the definition of cheating, Aarti"?

 

Chris didn't expect that question either. He was curious to see how Aarti answered it.

"In marriage, cheating is the act of deceiving one's spouse with the aim of having sex with someone outside their marriage."

Nagesh continued. "So if there is consent, there's no deceit or deception. Isn't that right," Nagesh asked. But he didn't wait for an answer. "Therefore, if a married person has the permission of his or her spouse to have sex with someone outside the marriage, it's not cheating. Right?"

"Y-yes, I guess so," she said hesitantly.

"So here's the situation. Chris is definitely attracted to you. You are attracted to Chris. Ergo, there is mutual attraction. Isn't that true? Be honest now."

"Yes," she said quietly, "I do find him attractive. Although he's older than we are, he's still fit, handsome, charming and very nice company."

Nagesh took the plunge. "So if I, as your husband, consented to allow you, my wife, to have sex with Chris, it means you're not cheating. Right?"

"I-I guess so," Aarti stammered.

'Oh my god,' Aarti thought even more confused and startled by the situation. 'What does he think he's doing? Is he setting me up? Manoeuvring me into accepting another man's embrace? Is he inviting me to have sex with Chris? Or is he inviting Chris to have sex with me? Both?'

Her thoughts seemed to fly all over the place. She had never known her mind could be so tumultuous. She knew she was in a really weird situation. Her aroused libido played havoc with her usual persona as a reasoning, logical intellectual. Her brain pulled her in one direction, telling her what she just heard couldn't and shouldn't be happening. Her body, her sexual being, pulled her in the opposite direction.

Aarti was acutely aware that she was alone in a small room with two very horny men, her husband and a man they had only met recently. Aarti felt her arousal turn into lust.

"This is so weird. I feel so strange," Aarti said out loud.

Her hands felt sweaty. Her mouth was dry. She glanced at her husband trying to see if she missed some hidden meaning in his words. She looked at Chris, and saw his usual friendly demeanour replaced with an openly lustful leer.

 

Nagesh saw the hesitation in his wife's face. He knew an internal conflict was raging inside his wife's mind between her everyday modesty on the one hand, and her awakened sexual desire on the other. While she was normally shy in the presence of other men, she wasn't the least bit shy in her sex life with Nagesh. In fact, she could be very lusty. Nagesh realized he could end the whole thing, right now, by appealing to her sense of modesty, or he could encourage her lustful nature to take its course.

Nagesh made up his mind. "Relax, hon," he said softly. "I know a part of you says no, and another part says yes. We both love sex, hon; it's our nature. It's what we are. I want you to be at peace with your true sexual nature. You're a very sexual person. For this one evening, I want you to abandon all social restraint. I want you to immerse yourself completely into the pleasures of the flesh."

"Do you know what you're saying, Nagesh? Are you sure?" she asked excitedly, breathlessly. "The two of us have a good thing going just between the two of us. I don't want to risk losing you and everything we've built together."

"We won't lose a thing," Nagesh replied. "I promise. We've talked about swinging; now you've a chance to actually try it."

"And what are you going to do if Chris and I, you know...." She couldn't say the words.

Chris followed the exchange with enormous interest. While they were talking, he moved to sit next to Aarti.

"Fuck," said Nagesh completing the sentence. "We'll cross that bridge when we get there, hon."

Aarti's face was flushed with wine and sexual anticipation. In different ways these two men were trying to seduce her, Chris in the typical manner of a horny guy, and her husband in the atypical manner of creating an erotic situation that allowed another man to seduce her.

Aarti felt Chris's arm on her shoulder. She turned to look at him. Since the day she and Nagesh started dating, she had never allowed another man to kiss or touch her in a sexual way. This was about to change.

 

Chris took Aarti's cheeks in both hands and brought her face close to his. He kissed her gently. She didn't respond at first but then gave him, a concession, a small kiss in return. Chris kissed her again, this time more firmly. She responded with a matching kiss.

Now encouraged, Chris took more liberties with his kisses. Holding the nape of her neck, he drew her mouth to his. His kisses became more urgent, more passionate. His tongue entered her mouth. Aarti responded in kind, hesitantly than willingly.

Aarti felt another, more powerful wave of lust surge through her. It triggered a flood of female juices between her legs. Her breathing quickened. Her body yearned for more intimate contact.

Chris broke the kiss. His hands descended down Aarti's neck. They encountered an obstacle, Aarti's blouse. Chris unbuttoned the top button, then the next one, working his way down the front of the blouse until they were all undone.

Nagesh remained silent as he watched Chris undress his wife. He was awe-struck by what he had instigated. To see his wife's seduction in real life was even more erotic than anything in his wildest fantasies. Nagesh's cock was iron-hard. He had no doubt that Chris was in the same rigid state.

In the back of his mind, Nagesh still half-expected Aarti to stop Chris before he got any further. He even thought she might be testing him to see how far he'd let Chris go before he stopped him. Little did he know that Aarti had the same thought. She thought Nagesh was testing her to see how far she'd go before she stopped Chris.

Chris had no such thoughts. He knew exactly what he wanted, to take advantage of this unusual and unexpected turn of events. He continued kissing and fondling Aarti, arousing her even more.

As Aarti became more and more excited, her mouth turned dryer. Butterflies flew in her stomach. She glanced to her husband to gage his reaction. His eyes were wide, glued to the scene in front of him. He only nodded.

Chris removed the blouse and tossed it aside. For the first time in her married life, she was exposing herself to another man.

 

Chris nuzzled her neck, rubbed her bare belly and briefly let his fingers slip beneath the strap of her panties. "You're so soft. Your skin is so smooth, so perfect," he whispered. "I've got to see more."

Chris unsnapped her bra. It fell away. He tossed it on top of the discarded blouse. He gazed at her beautiful twin mounds. His hands approach her breast, fondled them. Her nipples were already erect. He licked his lips. He had a sudden urge to nurse at her breasts. He brought his mouth to a nipple, twirling his tongue around them, licking them and sucking on them. He did the same to her other breast.

For several minutes, Chris switched back and forth between her tits, using mouth and tongue, hands and fingers, to stimulate them. Aarti's nipples seemed to harden even more. They almost felt like little stones. To Chris, her luscious breasts were gourmet delights that had to be tasted and savoured to be enjoyed and appreciated.

One of Chris's hands wandered down her belly, only to encounter her lower garments.

"Please remove the skirt," he said breathing heavily.

Aarti slipped the skirt off, putting it on the same pile as the other discarded garments. She now wore only panties.

Chris's eyes shone with his unrestrained lust. He was open-mouthed with wonder at her luscious sexual beauty. She squirmed underneath his lewd gaze, and yet it thrilled her too.

With Aarti almost nude, Chris finally took off his t-shirt. He reached for Aarti again. He couldn't keep his hands off her. Again, he explored the contours of her body. One hand slipped into the panties making its way to her erotic centre. He probed. He slipped a finger into her, but not before gently brushing against her clitoris. He probed some more.

Aarti gasped in pleasure. Suddenly, she felt oddly weak. Something in her broke; the remnants of resistance vanished. At this moment, right now, she belonged to Chris. She wanted him to take her, use her, fill her, make her reach that ultimate peak of pleasure her body now craved.

"Take off the panties," he demanded.

 

She removed them without hesitation. It was her last piece of clothing. The thought of exposing her most intimate parts to Chris thrilled her, excited her.

"Open your legs," ordered Chris.

Aarti obeyed, knowing it was an open invitation to Chris to take her in whatever way he wanted. Her submission to his lust was complete. There was no doubting her sexual excitement. Her vaginal juices oozed from her female opening even as Chris approached.

"So beautiful," he gasped almost breathlessly. He made no attempt to hide his urgent desire.

Chris's fingers brushed through Aarti's public hair. They wandered along the outer folds of her vulva, then between the outer and inner labia. He inserted a finger, then another, into her moist entrance, gently massaging her clitoris from the inside of the womb. He pulled out his fingers, put them to his nose and then into his mouth. He licked his fingers clean.

"Truly a gourmet's delight," he said, "it smells good and it tastes even better. I'm hungry for you, Aarti. I want to eat you. Please lie down," he added.

With his fantasy of having sex with this gorgeous woman about to become reality, Chris seemed to pause.

Nagesh could tell he was telling himself to slow down, to stay in control. Clearly, Chris wanted to relish every second of his seduction of this beautiful, naked Japanese doll.

Chris glanced at Nagesh again as if worried that he might suddenly get jealous and stop him from realizing his fantasy, or that Nagesh was just using him to get her worked up, only to interrupt him, take his place, and send him back to his stateroom unsatisfied.

Mentally, Chris shrugged his shoulders. He was old enough to remember Sandra Dee. She had a hit song entitled 'Que sera, que sera.' What will be, will. For now, at least he had every intention of continuing.

 

Chris's mouth watered. "Lift your butt for a second," he said. As Aarti lifted her butt, Chris placed a pillow under her gorgeous ass. "This will give me a full view of the valley between your legs."

Not only did he get an even better view, he also got easier access to all her intimate feminine parts.

Chris dropped onto his knees. His hands stroked her silky-soft inner thighs. Her skin felt like the softest velvet. His hands travelled slowly but inexorably, along a path that led to her humid hole. He noticed she kept her bush trimmed.

Again, he stroked around her outer and inner labia and clitoris, repeating until he heard Aarti sigh her pleasure. The more he stroked, the more she sighed. Her legs gradually opened of their own accord, granting him easier access to his target. More moisture oozed from her opening. The scent became stronger.

"Open your legs a little wider," he said.

As Aarti acquiesced, Chris turned his attention once more to her love organ. He approached them, not with his fingers, but with his mouth and lips. The closer Chris got to her pussy, the more excited and the more impatient he became. He started to lick each and every part of her pussy. The taste of this woman's now freely flowing erotic juices was exquisite. He knew his ministration was having the desired affect on her because her body and legs twitched at his oral and lingual touch.

Aarti moaned. She grew more excited. She loved his attention. She also knew she would soon reach a point where she would have an orgasm induced, for the first time, by a man who was not her husband.

Chris continued to lick the Asian woman's lower love lips, slowly going up and down the folds of her labia, passing over the clitoris every time he approached it.

After a few minutes, Chris put his hands on her thighs, urged her to open her legs wider. She was now totally exposed to his erotic assault. Chris French-kissed her nether lips as passionately as if they were her mouth. Every so often he pulled out his tongue to lick hef labia and slurp her clitoris.

Aarti mewled like a kitten. Her legs kicked and twitched under his lingual onslaught, his mouth bringing her to the edge of sexual bliss. Aarti didn't want him to stop. It was already too late to stop herself. Her climax was approaching as Chris avidly fed at her vulva.

 

Suddenly, she felt spasms ripple through her body. And then it struck, a massive orgasm. All thought of her husband, or anything else in the rest of the world, disappeared. The centre of her erotic universe was on fire. She could only think about the burst of pleasure between her legs, which spread to encompass her entire body. Her brain knew only what her body was telling her.

"Oh god, oh god," she moaned. "More, more!"

Nagesh watched his lust-besotted wife in total fascination. He pondered what he should do. He could call it an evening. He could tell Chris to stop, now that he had induced an orgasm in his wife, or... he could let Chris continue. It was his decision. He ached with excitement. How wild! How erotic so see his wife's legs spread wide-open to another man, seeing him slurping away at her pussy as if his life depended on it.

Still Chris kept licking, and sucking at her hot box.

"Oh! Ah! Oh god! Here it comes again. I'm cumming again!" she cried.

She sweated. She panted. She had never experienced two orgasms in a row from cunnilingus.

"Oh god, that was so good," she moaned.

After a few moments, Aarti felt cool air surround her hot box. Chris had removed his skilful mouth. She lay still, breathing heavily. Her legs were still spread wide open. She was still too deep in her post-orgasmic haze to think about closing them.

After a few seconds, she began to think that Chris was finished with her, or maybe her husband stopped him. She was wrong. She tried to close her legs and couldn't. She realized Chris was still between her legs. She opened her eyes. He had his cock in his hand. His lust-crazed face told her he wanted satisfaction.

Nagesh felt the excitement of a cuckold as Chris stood between his wife's legs with his penis in hand. He wanted to see Chris fuck her, stick his rock-hard cock into his wife's quim, ram her with all his might.

 

 

Nagesh was so turned on by what he saw that he barely had the presence of mind to remember the condom. He had bought in the airport as part of his plan to have sex with Aarti somewhere on the ship's deck late at night. 'Not nice, to leave a mess behind,' he had thought to himself at the time.

Nagesh tapped Chris on his shoulder. At first, Chris took it to mean he had to stop. Instead, Nagesh put the condom in his free hand. Chris understood. Nagesh was giving him permission to fuck his wife but he had to use the condom.

Aarti's post-orgasmic haze had cleared just enough for her to notice what Nagesh gave Chris.

"Fuck her, Chris. Fuck her hard," she heard her husband tell Chris. "Make it an experience she'll never forget for the rest of her life."

Aarti was shocked. Her husband just gave Chris permission to mount her. Throughout their years of marriage, no man, other than her husband, had ever penetrated her. Then again, she reminded herself, on this night, she already experienced three other firsts. No other man, besides her husband of course, had ever seen her nude. No man, other than Nagesh, had ever performed cunnilingus on her. And no man, other than the father of her children, had brought her to mind-blowing orgasm.

It occurred to Aarti that if she wanted to. She could stop what was about to happen within the few seconds it took for Chris to remove the rest of his clothes and roll on the condom. But she wanted to experience another first, her fourth one of the night, the thrill of having a cock belonging to another man, a man other than Nagesh, thrusting his hot rod into her most intimate place, her womb!

'Oh my god, it's about to happen,' she thought to herself becoming excited. ''I'm just lying here with my legs wide-open. There's not a single heterosexual man on the planet that would take a woman's wide-open legs as anything but a yes. But I can't help myself. I don't want it to stop. I want Chris to fuck me.'

Aarti felt the thrill of the new and the forbidden overtake her. She waited for Chris to invade what had been her husband's sexual inner sanctum.

Chris placed the head of his swollen penis at her vaginal opening. He mounted her with one thrust, driving himself into her up to the hilt.

"Oh yes," she said out loud as she felt his hardness enter her vagina.

'Resistance is futile. I don't want to resist,' Aarti thought to herself. 'I just want to get thoroughly fucked.'

"And conforms with rule 3," she added out loud.

Chris didn't know what she meant but Nagesh knew. She was referring to their rule that nothing happens unless they both agreed it could.

Once again, Chris shrugged mentally. Why would he care what it meant? He was getting what he wanted and what a ride this was going to be.

Pumping slowly at first but he soon increased his pace. The two lovers were primed to fever pitch. Chris knew that it wouldn't take long before they would both reach their climaxes. Neither could, would or wanted to wait.

Both sets of hips were in motion as they humped again and again against each other, Chris trying to penetrate as deeply as he could go and Aarti trying to clasp onto his cock and draw him into her.

Suddenly the two lovers burst into simultaneous orgasms. All restraint was lost. They grunted and groaned, moaned and mewled. Their passions drove away any pretence of human thought. They rutted like animals.

And then it was over. Both lay still for a few moments. They were spent, exhausted, trying to catch their breath. The odour of sweat and sexual juices permeated the stateroom.

Finally, Chris dismounted slowly, carefully holding onto the condom to prevent leakage. He removed it once he had completely withdrawn, carefully wrapped it up in toilet paper, and dumped into a bag provided by the ship for the disposal of sanitary products.

Chris turned to Nagesh. "You're a lucky guy. She's one hot babe."

"She's not done, though," Nagesh replied. "Now she has to deal with me."

With that, Chris left, never to be seen again. They never learned his last name. Nagesh locked the stateroom door behind him.

There was a vacancy to fill. He took Chris's place between his wife's legs. Her come-hither look was all the invitation he needed, as if he needed one. Husband and wife fucked until they came, showered and then fell into a deep sleep.

Neither Aarti nor Nagesh spoke about the last night on the ship until they got home. Both knew it was a night they would never forget.

Since their children happened to come for March break, they agreed to hold off any discussion about it until their children had gone back to university. It gave them time to mull over the significance of what happened.

A week later, Nagesh decided it was a good time to bring up the cruise experience. "Not in my wildest dreams did I expect something like that to happen. I don't know what overcame me. I just felt this overwhelming urge for something totally different."

"'Different' is an understatement," she said laconically. "But I'm worried you're mad at me in some way. I behaved like slut and I enjoyed it too! Are you mad at me for saying that, Nagesh. Are you?"

"No, hon," Nagesh said. "I was worried you might be angry at me for letting it happen."

"No I'm not mad at you," she assured him, laughing. "I thank you for allowing me to have such a uniquely wild experience. But weren't you a little bit jealous?" she asked.

"Hell, no. Chris got only one shot at what I've been able to have for, what, 24 years now! He's the one who should be jealous. He now knows what he is missing. He now knows I'm the one with the hot wife!"

"May I ask another question?" Aarti asked.

"Sure, hon."

"Are you a cuckold? Is watching some guy fuck me your thing?" she asked.

Nagesh thought about it for a while.

"To be honest," he finally answered, "it was a real turn-on to see Chris have his way with you. But I don't want to make a habit of it. As a general rule, if you're going to fun with some guy, I want my share of fun with some girl."

"Do you think I've turned into a whore?" she blushed.

"No, Aarti, you're no whore. A whore is someone who gives herself away to anybody. You're not like that. You always think about what is best for me, for us, and for our family. You've never acted differently. You are an unselfish person."

She blushed again but with relief. She was worried Nagesh might have felt some residual resentment toward her. After all, he had been mainly a spectator. Then again, he also let it happen.

"We've tried to spice up our sex life over the years, but it was always just the two of us. I was a little worried because I had sex with someone from outside of our marriage. You didn't."

"I gave you permission," he observed.

"Still, it didn't seem right," she said.

"It's okay, really," he said.

"Can I say something else?" she asked.

"Sure, hon."

"Do you remember that questionnaire we did?"

"That was about two years ago," he recalled.

"We never finished our discussion. One of the questions was about submission." She paused. "This experience taught me that I like to submit sexually more than I had realized before. I let you take charge. I did what you wanted me to do, what Chris wanted me to do. It thrilled me to be something totally different from my normal life, to become a sex toy instead of some boring suburban wife and mother. I got to play the submissive, your submissive, and," she barely could get the words out, "his submissive."

"What happened with Chris," Nagesh said thoughtfully, "was almost an accident. The wine made us relax and caused our inhibitions to drop. We got carried away by the heat of the moment. Still, we both enjoyed ourselves. That's the main thing."

Aarti looked relieved. "I guess we were on some kind of sexual high and discovered things about ourselves, and each other, we never really knew before."

"High?" Nagesh said out loud laughing. "Don't forget horny. And speaking of horny..."

"What Nagesh?"

"I got an erection just talking about that night."

"And I'm getting wet talking about it too," she giggled.

"Well, we can't have that, can we? We have to do something about that. Okay, last one in the bedroom sucks on the other first!" he challenged and was gone before she could even react.

Aarti laughed and ran after him. This was a win-win situation. There would be no losers, no matter who 'won'.

A year passed. The first anniversary of their first and only cruise was approaching.

Although the sex between them had been hot for several months after the cruise, in time it tapered off to pre-cruise levels. As much as they loved their family and their jobs, they recognized that the humdrum of normal living was once again having a dampening effect on their sex life.

"You know, hon," Nagesh suddenly announced, "I think it's time for a vacation. How about Southeast Asia, Vietnam, Thailand, Malaysia, wherever or whatever you like. And if you don't care for Southeast Asia, I'm open to suggestions."

After some discussion, they decided to spend a week in Thailand for a 10-day tour of the country ending in Bangkok City. From there they would take a flight to Tokyo to board a cruise that would take them across the Indian ocean for a layover at Mumbai.

Bangkok City was their last stop. After taking a tour of the city itself, they explored the several of the city's markets. Bargaining was normal and expected in most of them. Curiously, the open-air market near their hotel didn't allow bargaining. With no air-conditioning, ceiling fans were going full blast.

Nagesh noticed the signs in English which said 'fixed price'. "I think they meant to say 'set price'," Nagesh commented.

"Don't be picky Nagesh. There's not much practical difference, is there? The guide told me you can buy souvenirs and arts and crafts just down the street in the air-conditioned department store. And you can bargain too!"

While walking through the side streets surrounding the open market, Aarti and Nagesh noticed several massage establishments. One offering Thai massage intrigued them. They had heard of Thai massage but had never experienced it.

They looked at each other. The same question was in their eyes.

"Doesn't hurt to ask," Nagesh said before Aarti had the chance to ask her question.

Although the lady at the front desk spoke very little English, Aarti and Nagesh managed to negotiate a one-hour massage, with a combination of gestures and pen-and-paper, for the equivalent of about 2500 INR.

Having agreed on the price, a young women gestured them to come inside. They were taken to a change room with lockers. Another woman entered, providing them some light cotton clothes. Her gestures clearly indicated they were to change their clothes and put their belongings into a locker. Each locker had its own key which was to be hung around their necks.

A few minutes later, two masseuses entered the locker room. Leading the couple to the massage room, they gestured to Aarti and Nagesh to sit on a bench next to the massage tables. They brought in two tubs of hot water filled with aromatic herbs and then left. About 10 minutes later, they returned. They massaged their feet, gradually working their way up to their knees and thighs. The vacationing couple was particularly intrigued by the way the young women used their knuckles on the soles of their feet. It hurt but it was a pleasant hurt.

After a while, their masseuses pointed toward the massage tables. They lay facedown, putting their faces into an opening at one end of the table. The masseuses massaged then from their necks down to their waists. It was so relaxing that Aarti and Nagesh almost fell asleep.

Suddenly it was over. An entire hour had passed by as if in a flash. Although they disappointed their time was up, they felt so good. They showed their appreciation to the two masseuses by offering them a generous tip, a tip they accepted gratefully.

"What did you like best about the massage?" Aarti asked back in the hotel room.

"The feel of her soft silken thighs against my sides," he replied.

"Nagesh! Did she give you a hard-on?" she demanded.

"No, I didn't get the chance," he chuckled. "As soon as I felt those soft silky thighs press against me, she started using those strong hands to probe and prod my muscles. What she did felt really good. It was sensuous but not sensual. It was a real massage, all business to them, and all relaxation for us. Still, it was very enjoyable. I would love to it again some day."

From Bangkok City, they boarded a ship whose cruise itinerary included several stops northward on South east Asian coasts then across to several more ports and finally down the Mumbai coast and the cruise would eventually head towards its final destination.

When they boarded the cruise ship, they had every intention of enjoying life on board the ship. Many onboard activities were similar to those on their first cruise but, this time, they decided to take an early sitting in the main restaurant.

The maitre d' offered them a choice of either a table for two or a larger table with other couples. They chose the latter. They were curious to hear about other passenger's travels and adventures. The maitre d' took them to a table located in a relatively isolated corner of the restaurant. Two couples were already there.

"May we join you?" Nagesh asked.

The two couples glanced to each other questioningly.

"Of course, please sit down." One of the men said. "My name is Chirag. This is my wife Rekha and these are our friends, Divya and Gautam."

Aarti and Nagesh exchanged handshakes and greetings with their new tablemates. They soon learned that the two couples, or at least the men, had been friends for a long time. In fact, they had organized their vacation together. The two couples were from Ahmedabad.

Aarti and Nagesh couldn't help but notice that one couple had an inter-caste marriage just as they did. Chirag's wife, Rekha, was South Indian while Chirag was Gujrati. They soon found that they had many interests in common. Aarti's and Rekha got along almost instantaneously. Within minutes they talked to each other like long-time friends.

Nagesh's roving eye noticed Rekha had unusually wide hips for a South Indian woman. He found such hips to be very attractive.

Aarti noticed his look. Unseen by the other two couples, she poked Nagesh's thigh underneath the table to remind him that staring was rude.

Rekha was almost 44 and her husband, Chirag, was 48. He once ran a home construction company but sold it about two years ago because he couldn't take the stress and the long hours any more. Both had adult children from previous marriages.

"I paid too much attention to making money," Chirag explained, "and neglected my first wife and family. So I lost them. I don't want to lose Rekha. I've got enough in savings and from the sale of my business to live my remaining years in relative ease."

Rekha's biography was dramatic in a different way than Chirag's. Her first husband had died in a car accident while their two children were still young. His life insurance enabled her to get by for a few years but it was always a struggle. As soon as both kids were in college, she went back to work, eventually finding a job as part-time physiotherapist, a profession she had given up after she married her first husband and started a family. It helped make ends meet but it was still a struggle.

She met Chirag met at a restaurant in a mall while they both shopped. Chirag took an instant liking to her. So when he discovered was a single mother with no current attachment, he walked over to her and introduced himself.

"I felt an instant rapport with him," Rekha explained. "And it has felt right ever since. We became friends, then lovers and finally spouses."

Chirag was as average-looking guy but he had a very charming personality and some very interesting stories. You could tell that he was used to taking the lead. Rekha seemed to like his take-charge attitude. It was obvious to Aarti and Nagesh that they were very happy and comfortable with each other.

The other couple revealed they had known Chirag for most of their adult lives. Gautam and Chirag became best buddies in their college days. He was the same age as Chirag but bigger, hirsute, almost bear-like. He had a laid-back personality that oozed ease and confidence. He came across as being very protective of his wife but not in a possessive way.

Gautam married Divya, who was two years younger, at about the same time as Chirag married his first wife. They met in a teacher's college. After graduation both became teachers in a high college. Chirag and his first wife attended Divya and Gautam's wedding. Divya and Chirag attended both of Chirag's weddings. The couple had a son who also was currently in college.

Divya was petite and cute in bubbly sort of way. She was shorter than either Aarti or Rekha. Gautam was the distinctly larger than either Nagesh or Chirag. It made for a very sharp contrast in the physical appearance between husband and wife. Divya more than made up for her small stature with a lively personality that betokened a person who was not in the least bit intimidated by her husband's large size. She sometimes jumped in when he husband was talking only to continue the story he was already telling. Gautam never seemed to mind the interruption.

Nagesh thought of her as a human firecracker. 'Not like my Aarti,' he thought. "Aarti tends to be reserved in public but she's much livelier in the privacy of our home."

Aarti was amused by the interplay between the little brunette and her huge hairy husband. Their dynamic between the two was quite different from the calmer relationship Rekha and Chirag and Chirag seemed to enjoy. In some ways, they reminded her of the relationship she had with Nagesh. It didn't take long for Aarti to connect with Divya too.

The dinner conversation among the six was interesting and sometimes even animated. Clearly the six got along well together. Time passed quickly. It took a reminder from the waiter that the sitting for the next group of passengers was about to begin. They need a few minutes to prepare the table for the next group.

As they all stood to leave, Chirag spoke. "Aarti and Nagesh, we really enjoyed your company. Would you like to join our table every evening?"

"Absolutely," Aarti said. "We'd love to."

"Good, I'll arrange with the maitre d' to make sure we have the same table at the same time every evening. Okay?"

"That's fine by us," Nagesh said as they went off to the theatre to watch the early show.

Now that Aarti and Nagesh had become friends with the two couples, they inevitably noticed them about the ship, participating in the ship's activities. Sometimes, the two couples would sit in the lounges either reading or listening to the music.

While Aarti and Nagesh both danced, they noticed their male friends were not keen on dancing. Lacking willing spouses, Rekha and Divya danced with each other.

On the dance floor, Nagesh said to his wife: "You don't mind if I talk to the guys a bit, do you?"

"No problem. They're playing disco. You don't like that kind of music. I'll gyrate on the floor with Rekha and Divya."

The three men talked about their excursions and what they did, or did not do, while on the ship.

"Don't you guys like to dance?" Nagesh asked.

"Not interested," Gautam stated succinctly. "Two left feet."

"Same here," Chirag added. "I just like to hear the music and watch the girls. By the way, you two are pretty good. Our women never really learned anything. They just do whatever comes into their heads."

"Don't you get bored just sitting there?" Nagesh asked.

"Hell, no!" Chirag interjected. The weather is sunny and hot. The girls are dressed accordingly. That means we get to admire their oh-so-womanly figures."

"And I've noticed it isn't just your own wife's ass you two have been admiring," Nagesh joked.

Caught off guard, neither Chirag not Gautam knew what to say. They sniggered.

"Guilty as charged. Are we that obvious?" Chirag asked smiling broadly.

"Yes," Nagesh chuckled. He didn't miss the use of the plural.

Gautam just smiled like the Cheshire Cat.

Having just come off the dance floor, Divya caught the last part of the conversation.

The human firecracker had a mischievous look in her eye. "So you two have been sitting there just to look at our asses. And I'll put money on it you've been enjoying the view Aarti's been giving you too."

The men grinned and looked embarrassed at the same time. They were a little uncomfortable about how Nagesh might react to Divya's statement.

Nagesh was amused by this turn of events. 'So they were admiring three asses, not two,' he thought.

"Not to worry," Aarti jumped in, "I have no doubt that my husband took advantage of talking to you guys to enjoy the view too. I noticed how his eyes flicked between talking to you men looking at us on the dance floor. He's not very good at being furtive."

It was Nagesh's turn to grin and be embarrassed at the same time.

Chirag and Gautam laughed. The gang of four had become the gang of six.

After that incident, Aarti and Nagesh noticed a turn in the nature of their evening dinner conversations. Dirty jokes and salacious stories were exchanged more often and more openly but not so loudly that other people at other tables could hear.

Nagesh noticed that their table was in a relatively isolated location. 'It was a good thing,' he thought. 'Otherwise those guys wouldn't be able to talk in such a risqué manner.' He was beginning to suspect that the choice of table was no accident.

Nagesh also noticed that on some occasions Rekha would go in Gautam's company and Divya would be Chirag's company. Nagesh's curiosity was soon satisfied when the issue of what interested the couples as couples and as individuals came up for discussion. The two couples explained that sometimes one spouse's interests matched with their opposite number in the other couple.

"Sometimes it's useful to exchange spouses," Gautam observed. "Divya and Chirag like to play trivia together. Their combined and complementary knowledge makes them valuable members of their trivia teams. Rekha and I like to walk a few laps around the promenade deck while they're playing trivia. So we swap."

Gautam laughed, seemingly at his choice of words.

"And of course, sometimes we guys have our interests and the girls have theirs." Gautam continued. "But as you've noticed, sometimes the women share an activity while we guys share our own."

"Yeah, Chirag added jokingly, "the women like to dance and we like to watch."

'It sounds reasonable enough,' Nagesh thought to himself, 'but there seems to be other pieces in this puzzle. It almost sounded as if they were making a save after tripping up. Tripping on what?' he wondered.

Later, Nagesh related his observations to Aarti, including their choice of words. At first, Aarti thought he was reading too much into it. Later, she would find out how wrong she was.

A few days later, the table conversation turned to a discussion on sexual attitudes. Aarti and Nagesh found out that their tablemates shared their tolerant views of human sexuality. They all agreed what took place between consenting adults in private was nobody else's business but that of the consenting adults, no matter what those consenting adults decided to do. They also shared the view that deceit and deception were incompatible with a happy relationship."

At this point, Aarti, who was in analytical mode, drew on her one and only swinging experience to blurted out: "So if a spouse consents to an extramarital affair, that's okay."

Caught off guard, the other five went silent for a few moments.

Perky Divya finally jumped in. "Yeah, that's what it means."

After several moments of collective embarrassment, Chirag suggested it was time to leave the restaurant. "It's been a very interesting evening but we have to let the staff do their thing in preparation for the next sitting."

The tablemates returned to their staterooms.

"I think you may be right after all, hon," Aarti said once they closed the stateroom door. "I think they're swingers."

"Could be," Nagesh agreed. "Could very well be."

The next evening was a special occasion. It was Rekha's birthday. To mark the occasion, Chirag ordered three bottles of red wine. Nagesh offered to pay a share but Chirag adamantly refused.

"I don't ask friends to pay their share when I invite them to a party," he said emphatically. "And I certainly consider you two to be our friends."

"We're bosom buddies! Gautam said.

"All bosoms are your buddies," was his wife's rejoinder.

Everyone laughed, then drank, ate and laughed some more.

"What do you guys say to continuing our party in our suite? Chirag said. "Dress comfortably. I don't like stuffiness, especially in this hot climate."

When Aarti and Nagesh heard the number they realized that Chirag and Rekha occupied one of the ship's largest, most expensive suites. The ship's deck plan indicated it was about three times the size of their stateroom.

Gautam and Divya agreed immediately.

Aarti and Nagesh exchanged glances.

"Don't worry," Chirag said. "If you don't want to come, or if you do come and decide to leave early, the four of us will still have our fun." Chirag emphasized the words 'our'.

Back in the stateroom, Aarti mentioned to Nagesh that she thought the table conversation was taking a strange turn. "What to do you think he meant when he said we could leave at any time? Isn't that obvious?"

"Use the logic I know you have, Aarti," her husband replied. "If you put all these little things together, what they say, the way they said it, and the way they related to each other, I think it's better than 50-50 chance they intend to swing."

"Oh," Aarti let out, her eyes glinting.

She lowered them to see what he was thinking. He had a hard-on.

"I see you're developing an opinion," she smiled slyly. "We can always leave or say no, right?"

"As always my love," he replied smiling. "Let's change."

Nagesh got out of his business casual clothing and into his shorts and t-shirt. Aarti was about to change into a blouse and short skirt. She inspected them as if she were thinking whether they were the right things to wear.

"I think, Aarti, you're a little excited by the idea of a swingers' party. I saw that glint in your eyes," he added. "The prospect of attending a party where they might be sex turns you on too. Right? And if you want to get into the 'swing' of things," he said emphasizing his double entendre, you might as well forget about the bra."

So Aarti took off the bra and put on the blouse. Nagesh saw two points of interest poking underneath her blouse. The couple decided to wait a few minutes to let their sexual parts calm down. It wouldn't do to look aroused in public.

A few minutes later, Aarti and Nagesh arrived at Chirag and Rekha's luxurious stateroom. They knocked.

Rekha opened the door and smiled. "Please come in. We've got snacks, juices and bottles of water on the side table. Chirag is about to serve the wine. And no," she added, when she saw Nagesh start to say something, "don't ask to share the cost. It's still against our rules."

Aarti and Nagesh took a seat together on the sofa. They noticed almost immediately that, Gautam and Divya, although man and wife, sat on opposite sides of the room. Gautam was sitting stern in relation to the ship, and Divya was sitting aft. From Aarti and Nagesh's perspective, he was sitting on the left side of the room and his wife was on the right side.

This situation didn't last for long. After Chirag poured the wine and distributed half-full glasses, he sat down beside Divya. Rekha finished putting the snacks and drinks on the side table and took a place next to Gautam.

"Well, let's enjoy ourselves." Chirag said. "Now we don't have to worry about what those people in the restaurant might hear... or see."

With years of business experience as the head of his own company, Chirag was clearly used to being the leader, the guy who took the initiative.

"To a great cruise with great friends!" he said raising his glass of wine.

"Cheers." Everyone said.

They all took a sip.

"Bottoms up," said Nagesh, knowing the effect that wine would eventually have on his wife.

'That husband of mine knows I'm already feeling the effects of the wine we drank at dinner,' Aarti mused silently. 'I feel a little relaxed already. Now he's trying to get me loosen me up even more.'

Aarti decided she was okay with his toast although she had a case of nerves about what might transpire later. Aarti raised her glass to her husband, then to the other two couples. Down the hatch went the wine.

Nagesh understood the message Aarti's action conveyed. She was willing to stay and still open to go further, but was fighting a bout of nerves.

"I'm nervous about this too," he whispered to her. "This is new to both of us."

Nagesh expected Chirag to take the initiative. He was not to be disappointed.

While Aarti and Nagesh were thinking their private thoughts, the conversation between the other two couples became more ribald. The jokes became naughtier and much more sexual.

Nagesh told several corny jokes, but Gautam told the corniest joke of all.

"I've got one for you," Gautam said, "although it would be funnier if at least one of your were a smoker."

"Oh god," Divya muttered, "that one's awful."

Gautam ploughed ahead. "A couple just finished having sex. The man lights a cigarette, and says to his lover: 'Do you smoke after sex?' She looks between her legs and says: 'I don't know. I've never looked."

A roar of laughter followed.

"You win, Gautam," Nagesh conceded. "That's the best joke of the evening."

While dirty jokes and naughty riddles were being told, Aarti and Nagesh noticed that the two couples seemed to move closer to their sofa mates. Chirag and Gautam put an arm around the women sitting next to them. Chirag was caressing Divya's lower ribs with his other hand – from the inside of her blouse.

"Let's flip to see who does the show," Chirag said to Gautam.

Aarti and Nagesh raised their eyebrows. A show? What show? They waited to see what would happen next.

Chirag and Gautam flipped. Gautam won.

"Ha!" was all Gautam said as he began to nuzzle Rekha's neck, slowly moving his lips up and down Rekha's neck and occasionally nibbling underneath her earlobe.

Rekha's eyes closed. Apparently she wasn't caught off-guard; quite to the contrary, she was obviously enjoying his attention.

While his mouth was paying attention to Rekha's neck, Gautam's right hand made its way underneath Rekha's blouse toward her breasts. He massaged one breast and then the other. She had no bra on.

Rekha sighed.

"Hold on a sec," he said.

Gautam repositioned himself so that the four spectators could see what he was doing more clearly. It also allowed him to access both of Rekha's breasts from behind. Once more, he began massaging her twin mounds.

Rekha's pleasure was obvious. Her fully erect nipples pressed against her blouse.

"More," she said.

Gautam unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it from her shoulder. He tossed it onto the windowsill. He resumed his massaging of Rekha's breasts and kiss her, and nibble on her neck and ears.

"You're so good at his, Gautam," Rekha sighed.

Because Chirag and Divya were sitting on the opposite side of the room, Nagesh had to turn away from the sexy scene to see how they reacted to the spectacle of seeing their spouses intimately fondling each other. He saw no jealousy. Quite to the contrary, the other not-married-to-each-other couple were watching their marriage partners just as intently as he and Aarti. They both cast lustful glances at their marriage partners -- and at each other. In fact, they were fondling each other as they watched, but seemed to hold back from going further to allow Gautam and Rekha to do their show.

Aarti, meanwhile, was entirely focused on the torrid scene in front of her. She watched Gautam nudge Rekha to face him. When she turned her head, he gave Chirag's wife a deep and passionate kiss, holding her head with one hand while his other hand slid down toward the vee of her body.

"Take off your t-shirt, Gautam," she gasped. "It's not fair. I'm half-naked and you're fully dressed.

Gautam removed his t-shirt.

Rekha put her mouth to Gautam's nipples, taking one into her mouth and then the other. He grunted in pleasure.

Rekha turned to Aarti and Nagesh. "Some men get turned on by this too."

That statement told Aarti and Nagesh that Chirag's wife had intimate and direct knowledge of what turned on Chirag's best friend.

Nagesh understood what Chirag's game was. Rekha and Gautam were staging an erotic scene in order to turn on the new couple. It worked. Nagesh developed a raging hard-on as he watched the spectacle unfold. Sitting behind Aarti on her left side, he had a sudden urge to imitate the scene he was watching. He gave into that urge. Sliding his hands underneath his wife's blouse, reached for her twin peaks, and began to massage them.

Aarti was turned on too. She made no objection as she let Nagesh's hands roam under her blouse. Her nipples were fully erect and hard in moments; her pussy became wet. The sensual sight, sounds and sensations of sexual seduction were having a profound on her. She was breathing heavily.

Aarti seemed to be in some sort of trance. It was almost as if Rekha and Gautam's sex show had hypnotized her. In a sense it did. Aarti had never expected, not even her wildest dreams, to see people engage in live sexual foreplay with every intention of going all the way. She wasn't even conscious of the fact that she was staring at them in total fascination.

Nagesh realized that his wife was in a state of erotic shock. Aarti made no attempt to turn her eyes away from Rekha and Gautam even as they began to loosen and unbutton each other's remaining clothes and took even more sexual liberties with each other.

'But would Aarti do more than just watch?' Nagesh wondered. He decided to find out.

"I have to go the washroom," Nagesh whispered in her ear.

'Don't go now!' she managed to think. 'Not now! I want your hands on my boobies.'

Aarti only nodded, not taking her eyes off the amorous couple. She was so engrossed by the scene in front of her, it didn't even occur to her that what her husband just said made no sense. Firstly, Nagesh had used the washroom just before they left their stateroom. Secondly, men with hard-ons can't urinate.

Nagesh still had his hard-on and he didn't go the washroom. Instead, he looked toward Chirag and gave him a nod, slightly waving his head toward Aarti.

Chirag understood. He moved to take Nagesh's place, his eyes shining in horny anticipation of new exotic pussy. Nagesh meanwhile took Chirag's place beside Divya.

Aarti didn't even look behind her when the new pair of hands reached for her twin mounds. She assumed they belonged to Nagesh.

'Great, he's back,' she thought. 'Oh, those hands feel so nice on me again.' Her eyes were still glued to the erotic couple in front of her.

Meanwhile, Rekha took off her shorts and was now wearing only her panties. Gautam insisted she take those off too. Rekha obliged him as Gautam removed his clothes. He was not only the biggest of the three men, but, it was easy to see, he was also, by far, the hairiest.

Now completely nude, both stars of the show resumed their kissing and fondling. Rekha started massaging Gautam's erect cock while her lover's hands roamed up and down her body. Eventually one of his hands strayed to her furry triangle where it stayed for some minutes.

Aarti watched intently. She could tell from the expression on the woman's face that she was enjoying whatever his buried fingers were doing. Aarti imagined Rekha's pussy was very wet. She wondered what it would be like to have Gautam's big hairy fingers playing with her pussy.

As that erotic thought excited her, a finger insinuated itself in her panties, a second, then two more. Restrained though they were by her panties, four fingertips gently brushed through her pubic hair. She briefly closed her eyes enjoying the sensation.

Aarti opened her eyes again to watch as the two lovers kissed and fondled their way to what was for many people a forbidden coupling. Aarti felt a kiss on her neck. The expert hands flowed back underneath her blouse to resume the massaging of her breasts. After a while, they wandered back down the front of her body until they reached her panties-covered love nest.

Nagesh, she thought in her growing sexual haze, was trying to seduce her by imitating the two lovers. He was testing her to see how far she would go.

By now, the relaxing effects of the wine, the sexually charged atmosphere of Rekha-and-Gautam sex show, and the sensual massaging of her breasts and belly, all conspired to dissipate Aarti's initial nervousness, replacing it with sexual desire. Aarti became increasingly horny. Her stimulated body began to cave in to its own sensual needs and demands.

Suddenly, Aarti's eyes shot open. It had just dawned on her that the hands on her body felt different, rougher, more calloused! The massage technique was different too! They were not her husband's. They felt different, rougher, more calloused! She turned her head; it was Chirag.

"Oh," she uttered.

Aarti was unable to say anything more because Chirag took the opportunity to French-kiss her. Much to her own surprise she returned his kiss.

For several minutes, Chirag's construction-calloused Chirag's alternated between massaging her breasts, stimulate her sensitive nipples, wandering down her belly yet again, and slipping now and again under the strap of her panties to make his way just short of her now very wet pussy.

Aarti sighed as she weakened under Chirag's sensual onslaught. Nevertheless, she managed to take a peek over Chirag's shoulder to see Divya, the female firecracker, passionately kissing her husband. She had already drawn his cock out of his pants and was gently and lovingly stroking it. Her husband had a hand underneath her t-shirt. It wasn't hard to guess what he was doing.

"Relax. You're in good hands," Chirag said unnecessarily as his fingers tweaked her hardened nipples.

'This feels just too good,' Aarti mused silently. 'My body wants this. I want this! It is so erotic to be manhandled by another man, knowing my husband approves!'

Aarti glanced at Rekha and Gautam. They were already in sexual congress. Gautam's cock was completely buried in Chirag's wife, the wife of the man who was now about to take her, Aarti, under his sexual control.

Aarti kept watching. The lovers' hips were pumping gently in their physical union, slowly at first but harder and faster as the minutes passed. Rekha groaned her pleasure. Gautam remained silent.

Briefly, Aarti remembered saying 'no' was an option. She smiled to herself as she kissed her seducer. The thought of having a new cock inside her was just too much. 'No' was no longer an option.

"Please play with my tits some more," she said out loud.

Aarti realized taking them off was tantamount to giving Chirag permission to have sex with her. She couldn't think of a better way to urge Chirag to continue.

Chirag understood though. He continued playing with her, teasing her in the same way as he had before. But this time, when he put his hands in her panties, he tried to reach for her labia and clitoris with his fingers. Aarti's panties got in the way.

"This won't do, Aarti," Chirag husked. "Take off your panties."

Aarti stood up and dropped her panties to the floor. Not knowing what else to do, Aarti stood still.

"Stand wider," Chirag said.

Aarti acquiesced. A thrill coursed through her body, knowing she was opening herself to Chirag's lewd appraisal of her female charms. Even more exciting was the thought of giving him access to her most intimate female parts. Chirag now had free reign to all parts of her pussy and ass. Hands, fingers mouth, tongue, cock, whatever he had, she wanted to feel.

Chirag stroked along the outside labia and let his fingers explore the valley between her outer and inner labia. He took his time, wanting to tease her until she couldn't take it any more. He repeated this procedure several times.

Finally, or so Aarti thought, he inserted two fingers into her moist hole, simultaneously licking her now super-sensitive clitoris.

"Beautiful, and tasty," Chirag said almost as if he were addressing her pussy.

After a few minutes, Chirag stood up to embrace Aarti from behind. He loved the feel of her tits in his hands, but his real intention was to press himself against her body, to let her know that he was very hard and ready for her.

Chirag rubbed his cock against the crack of Aarti's ass. Then he slipped his cock between her legs and pressed it against her pussy.

Aarti's passion rose with every moment that passed.

Chirag led hero to the sofa's armrest.

"Bend over," he grunted. "Put you arms on the armrest. Spread your legs."

As she obeyed, he took hold of her hips. He moved closer. Once more Aarti felt his swollen member against her ass. She felt the tip of his cock trace the contours of as crack.

Chirag stepped back. Aarti was wondering why he stopped.

Chirag unrolled a condom over his stiff rod.

Aarti kept still, her head at waist level. She used her arms on armrest to support some of her weight. For Chirag, this position had the erotic effect of lifting her ass upward, completely exposing her pussy to her approaching lover.

Chirag surprised her, though. Instead of entering her, Chirag started to lick, nibble, and kiss her swollen sex organs from behind.

Aarti moaned with delight. She wanted more. She knew that her lover was deliberately keeping her at a high peak until he was good and ready to push her over the edge.

Aarti felt his finger tease her perineum. It brushed lightly over her rectal sphincter. Chirag pressed his finger against her asshole but made no further effort to go in. Instead, his finger travelled teasingly along the ridge of her perineum again, and then caressed the bottom part of her sensitive pussy lips.

Chirag's mouth replaced his finger. He latched onto her clit and the upper part of her pussy lips. Aarti breathed heavily as her body tensed; it needed release. It yearned for relief.

Suddenly Chirag stood up, placed his condom-covered cock at the opening of her vagina. He pushed the tip of his cock head between her labia.

"Do you want me inside you?" Chirag asked huskily.

Aarti couldn't take his teasing any more. "Yes, please take me!" Aarti almost begged.

Chirag pushed his hard member smoothly and deeply into her wet womb. Aarti let go a moan as felt him penetrate her fully.

"God that feels so good," he grunted. "Ever since the day I set eyes on you, I've wanted to take you so badly," he added. "You are one very hot woman."

"Oh yes! So good!" she said. "Take me, Chirag. Fuck me."

Aarti could not believe what she was doing and saying. She had given herself to this man with almost no qualms!

'I'm a horny woman, a salacious slut, and I love every second of it!' she admitted to herself.

Aarti was so carried away by her passion she forgot about the condom rule. She didn't even notice that Chirag was wearing a condom. At the very moment, if she had found out he was not wearing one, she wouldn't have cared.

* * *

Meanwhile, Nagesh watched Chirag seduce and then take his wife doggie-style.

'My woman can really get carried way when she gets worked up,' he thought. 'I didn't see her remind Chirag to wear a condom. I don't think she even noticed that he put one on. It's almost as if she didn't care. She obviously got carried away.' He continued to think. "That's for sure. Once she gets going, she's like lit dynamite. She can't stop. She is one hot wife.'

Divya noticed Nagesh staring at Aarti and Chirag united in their sexual embrace.

"It's hot, isn't it?" she said.

"Do you want me to turn up the air-conditioning?" Nagesh smirked.

"Smart ass," she replied. "You know what I mean. That's a hot scene between those two over there. And it's making me hot and horny too!"

"Oh, I can tell," he said stretching out each word and raising the pitch of his voice. "You're hot and horny. I'm hot and horny. And I think we both think that sex is a really nice spectator sport but it's hell of a lot more fun to do it. Don't you agree?"

"Now you're talking," she squealed delightedly. She grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and lifted it over her head.

"Like them?" she asked.

"Absolutely," he replied.

Now Nagesh could see what he had stroked. He had already discovered she wasn't wearing a bra. Despite being slightly shorter than Aarti, she had distinctly larger tits. He was impressed.

Nagesh loved tits, big or small, but then he loved all parts of the female anatomy, hips and lips, asses, legs and thighs. If it belonged to a woman, he loved it. The only types of women he didn't like were the extremes, either too thin or bony, or too fat or flabby. He also was not partial to women whose shoulders were wider than their hips. He liked women with baby-bearing hips, a feature shared by all three women. Most of all he loved the feel of soft female pussy wrapped around his hard male cock. There was no better place on Earth for a cock than a woman's pussy.

"No fair," Divya observed, "I'm completely naked."

Smiling, Nagesh saw he was in a state of deshabille. Quickly he removed his clothing.

Catching him off-balance, Divya pushed back onto the sofa jumped onto his lap, her legs spread on either side of him and her gorgeous tits thrusting into his face. Nagesh felt her pussy hairs brushing his cock. Her sweet pussy was oh so close to his own hard rod.

Divya kissed him passionately. Both Nagesh's tongue and his cock responded immediately. He broke the kiss only to lick and suck her breasts.

The eroticism of the situation overtook Nagesh. As much as he wanted to explore her pussy with his cock, he decided it would enhance their mutual pleasure if he prolonged their lovemaking.

"You're a handsome man, Nagesh," she gasped. "I can't believe how much I want you. Please, fill me with your cum," she whispered in his ear.

"No, not yet, you sweet thing" he said, "I want to taste your pussy first. I just know you're going to taste really good."

Nagesh didn't quite catch the import of what Divya just said.

"Okay," she said agreeably. "I'd like that."

Nagesh lay down on his back. It was an invitation to her to sit on his mouth.

She gently moved her hips so as to caress his mouth with her labia. She imagined herself using them like the lips on her mouth. She felt Nagesh respond in kind as he licked, kissed, and French-kissed her nether lips. Once in a while, she reached behind to stroke his rigid member.

"I knew you'd taste good," he mumbled from between her legs.

Divya could tell from what he was doing that he really meant it. Although she wanted to have his cock between her legs she had no intention of interrupting the pleasure he was giving her with his mouth.

Suddenly, Divya came. Her sexual fluids poured into his mouth and bathed his face.

She continued to sit on his face and then suddenly realized she could be smothering him. She lifted herself up.

He smiled. "My turn," he announced.

At first, Divya took him to mean he wanted a blowjob. But as soon as she got off, she saw him reach for a condom, rip off the packaging, and unrolled it on his cock.

"It isn't really necessary," she told him.

But she was barely descending from her climatic peak. There was no time to debate the merits of a bare cock. She wanted more. Now. She grabbed his sheathed organ and directed it into her warm recesses.

"Oh yeah," she signed. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Please, please just fuck me!"

'She's hot and she's not the least bit shy,' Nagesh thought to himself. 'I like that. A hot woman is a fun woman.'

Nagesh lay on his back, letting Divya do most of the work. Using her pelvis to good effect, she rode his cock, grunting and groaning with each ride up and down his stiff member. Nagesh reached for her breasts to massage them. He wanted to kiss, nibble and lick them but that wasn't possible as long as she was sitting straight up on his equally straight cock.

Nagesh sat up, grabbed around her back and then pulled her down on top of him. Divya was forced to straighten out her legs as she fell on his chest, but she didn't let go of his cock.

Still holding onto her tightly, Nagesh enjoyed the feel of her breasts brushing against his chest as they thrust against each other. Their bodies took on a natural sexual rhythm that spoke to the torrid pleasure they felt for each other's body. He thrust up into her; she ground down onto him.

After a few minutes, Nagesh felt the build-up in his cock, signalling an approaching orgasm. His cock felt like it was expanding, trying to reach ever deeper into Divya's womb.

"I'm too excited, Divya, we have to slow down or I'm going to blow."

"I barely had the chance to come down from first orgasm," she panted. "I'm ready already. "Fuck me hard. Cum."

That was all Nagesh needed to hear. Thrusting furiously against each other, their copulation reached its climatic end in simultaneous orgasms.

They lay still for a few moments, his cock still inside her. But as Nagesh felt his cock begin to deflate, he put his fingers on the condom's rim, and pulled out his cock.

"Sorry lover," Nagesh said, "but I've got to remove this condom before it starts to leak."

With a peck on his lips, Divya got off and flopped down beside him. "You're a fantastic lover," she declared. "But I wish you didn't put that condom on though. I wanted to enjoy the feel of your load splashing inside my womb."

While holding Divya in his arms, Nagesh looked around the room to see what else was going on. The other couples were done as done, each affectionately stroking their current partner.

As for Aarti, the last thing he saw before his passion for Divya overtook him was Chirag mounting Aarti from behind. He never did see how Gautam and Rekha concluded their lovemaking. He was too focused on pleasuring Divya to wonder what the others did.

Rekha broke the silence. "You know, guys, this has been great fun but we have a port call tomorrow and, as I remember, we've all booked excursions. Ours is early in the morning. So as much as hate to do it, we've to call it a night."

"But we're back at sea the day after tomorrow. Right?" Gautam said.

"Right," Chirag said. "So let's agree to have a party the day after tomorrow, in our suite of course, as we have the room. By then we'll have recovered our energy from this evening's activities and tomorrow's excursions. Aarti, Nagesh, we would love to see you again too."

Nagesh and Aarti only smiled but said nothing as they wanted to talk to each other first. With that, the two guest couples returned to their own staterooms – with their clothes on of course.

All three couples had arranged their excursions prior to boarding the cruise ship. Not surprisingly, Rekha and Chirag, as well as Divya and Gautam, had arranged their excursions together. Aarti and Nagesh had chosen a different one. It gave the couple a chance to have a private discussion.

Although Nagesh was reasonably sure his hot wife had enjoyed herself, he wanted to make sure. "I know we agreed to do what we did, but I'm still a little worried you might feel some guilt or resentment," Nagesh said. "I'll be straight with you," he continued. "I had a really good time, but what bothered me the most was that might be jealous."

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous? How could I be jealous of you after what you did for me on our first cruise, you know, with Chris. If anything, I still owe you one."

Nagesh felt the need to explain his feelings, and explain he did.

"Over the years, I've seen relationships go completely sour because one spouse has affairs, and thinks it's okay," Nagesh explained. "Worse, the cheating spouse has the nerve to become extremely jealous when his or her own spouse does the very same thing. You know from your experience with Chris. I didn't get jealous. But you are a different person with a different personality. And a very lovable personality too," he added for good measure. "In real life, some people have double standards. I once knew a guy who fooled around on his wife and had the gall to think that was okay. When his wife decided to have an affair of her own, he went totally ballistic! What a hypocrite!"

The light clicked on in Aarti's mind. Now she understood. He was worried she would resent his enjoyment with Divya.

Nagesh was still explaining himself. "There was always the danger that we would get into swinging thinking we were okay with it, especially because we laid down some solid rules for the two of us to follow. But the real thing can be different. Watching me enjoy myself with another woman might have sparked a streak of jealousy you weren't even aware of even as you made out with Chirag."

"You're raising good points, hon," Aarti affirmed. "So let me be clear. I am not jealous. I'm glad you enjoyed having sex with Divya. I really do want you to have a good time too."

Nagesh kissed his wife. "I figured that out already," he said reassuringly, "but I wanted to let you know what nagged at me for a short while. I'm not bothered by it any more."

"Did watching Chirag fuck me bother you in some way?" she wondered. "You seemed okay with it at the time."

"No, it didn't," Nagesh said emphatically. He kissed her again. "Besides, I was too busy enjoying Divya. You had a good time too, right?" he asked.

Aarti smiled. "Of course, dear" she declared. "It was wild and exciting and fun. Swapping spouses was, well, delightfully sinful. And what were you thinking while Chirag and I were going at it." She hugged him tightly as she said it.

"Ah, my little cherry blossom," Nagesh responded. "I'm always happy to see you enjoy yourself. It was a real turn-on to see Chirag mount your lovely, sexy little body. But fucking perky, impish Divya, an entirely new and very horny little female, was an even bigger turn-on for me than watching you two. As you know, I like spectator sports but I like participatory sports even more."

"So does this mean you want to resume festivities with them tomorrow?" she asked.

"I do. And you?"

"Yeah, me too."

"We've really changed, haven't we?" Nagesh observed. "We used to be so prim and proper. Now we're real swingers."

After the three couples came back from their excursions, they met at their assigned table. For a while the discussion focussed on their excursions.

"Are you guys coming to our party tomorrow? Chirag asked addressing Aarti and Nagesh.

"Yes, we are," Nagesh confirmed.

The other two couples were clearly pleased with their decision.

"Aarti and I are curious to hear about your first-time swinging experiences. Would you guys mind telling us?" Nagesh asked the other two couples.

"Of course," Chirag said obligingly. "We'll tell you our story first, then Divya and Gautam, then you theirs." A thought suddenly occurred to him. "Have you guys swung before?"

"Sort of, I guess," Nagesh answered. "It was more a share than a swap."

"We'll save your story for last," Chirag said. "It sounds interesting."

After the six friends had settled into their places, Chirag began recounting their story.

"When I sold my business a few years ago," Chirag said, "Rekha and I decided we'd take a two-month tour of a few Asian countries. We spent a month in China, three weeks seeing the sites across the country, and a week her relatives who live near Hong Kong."

"What did you enjoy the most?" asked Aarti.

"Sichuan for the food and Hunan for its magnificent natural beauty," Chirag replied. "Although I have to say that Rekha much preferred the food of her choice."

"Tell them about Zhangjiajie," Rekha interjected.

"Are you guys fans of natural beauty?" he asked.

Aarti and Nagesh nodded.

"And are you familiar with the James Cameron move 'Avatar'?"

"That was a really good movie," Nagesh said. "I'm a sci-fi fan; Aarti not so much. She likes chick flicks."

"Zhangjiajie is in Hunan province. It was used as the backdrop, digitized of course, for the battle fought between the invaders from Earth and the dragon-riding Na'vi."

"Really!" Nagesh was clearly both interested and fascinated.

"Hey, you two," Divya interrupted. "You can talk about tours some other time. Get back to your story."

"Point well taken," Chirag said. "From Hong Kong, we flew to Singapore, toured Malaysia, returned to Singapore and the took a flight to Bangkok where we decided to enjoy our first real Thai-style massage in the country of its origin."

"We had a Thai-style massage in Vietnam," Nagesh said interrupting Chirag. "It was great. We felt really good and relaxed after that."

"Did yours turn out the way theirs did?" Divya guffawed.

Aarti and Nagesh glanced at her curiously, wondering what she was talking about. Gautam gave her a warning look.

Divya noticed their reaction. "Obviously not."

"Let Chirag tell his story, you little imp," Gautam admonished. "All will be made clear soon enough."

Chirag resumed his story. "We didn't know where to go to get a massage. Fortunately for us, the taxi driver who took us to downtown Bangkok spoke a little English. He recommended a district where several such massage establishments were located, but he warned us we might be out of luck because the next was a Thai important holiday; most businesses would close early.

"We tried several places," Rekha elaborated. "All of them were already closed. We were about to give up when we just happened to notice a massage establishment that still seemed open because we saw some activity inside. So we walked in. We were greeted a beautiful young lady who told us in fairly decent English that the place was about to close."

"We pleaded with her to take us but she adamantly refused," Chirag continued. "We were just about to leave when a middle-aged lady came into the front office. She must have heard us. The young lady explained the situation to her. Their discussion was all in Thai. We had no idea what they were talking about except that it had something to do with us."

Chirag stopped for a moment to sip his wine.

"The sweet young thing turned back to us and said, 'Boss says she and her husband will do massage. Okay?' She pointed to a list of services and their prices in bahts and U.S. dollars. 'Please choose and pay first.' It was our only chance for an original Thai massage. So we quickly agreed and paid for a full massage. The sweet young thing then left."

Divya had a broad smile on her face, relishing the story. Obviously, she and Gautam had already heard the story. Gautam gave her another warning look. She pouted like a little girl. Gautam laughed and wagged his finger at her.

Everyone was amused by their interplay. Chirag continued his story.

"The lady pointed to herself and said 'Chimlin.' I took that to be her name. I later found out that it meant 'cute.' And indeed she was, even if she was middle-aged. Something like Divya," he added, "just not as noisy."

Divya did her little-girl pout again. The others laughed. Gautam was shaking his head. Nobody else knew her mischievous streak better than he did.

"She was petite and her eyes were two of the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. They were dark and yet they shone brightly with both happiness and, I thought, smouldering sensuality."

"Rekha poked. "Get on with the story, you horny bastard," she said good-naturedly.

Divya's innuendos, Chirag's reminiscence and Rekha's comment began to add up. It now dawned on Aarti and Nagesh that Chirag was about to tell the juicy part of their first swinging experience.

"She took us inside," Chirag continued, "and gave us each a large towel. Through gestures, she indicated to us that we should disrobe and wrap the towels around our waists."

"I must have looked uncertain what to do, but I was actually nervous about being bare-breasted," Rekha interrupted, "because Chimlin grabbed my towel and tied it around my waist for me. She just pointed to a bench. So we sat down and made ourselves comfortable."

Chirag took up the story again. "Chimlin left us. A few minutes later, she and her husband came back carrying buckets that contained steamy hot water and a mixture of strongly aromatic herbs."

"Then we got out first surprise," Rekha added. "Chimlin was naked from the waist up when she came back. I think she was trying to put me at ease."

"I had a hard time getting my eyes off her lovely little breasts of hers," Chirag confessed. "They were so cute and suckable. I had to suppress the thought, though, because it was giving me a hard-on. I sincerely hoped they didn't notice."

Gautam laughed. "I bet they noticed."

Chirag continued with a smirk. "Probably, but if they did, they didn't let on. Anyway, Chimlin introduced her husband as Somchair, which I later found out meant 'manly'. He later lived up to his name," Chirag added parenthetically. "He wasn't much taller than his wife, about the same height as Rekha, but he certainly was very muscular. He looked like an older Tony Jaa, a Thai martial artist who starred in an action movie called 'Ong-bak'. Think of him as a Thai Jet Li. It wouldn't have been surprised if Somchair was a martial artist too.

"You have to be strong to do a proper massage," Nagesh said in commentary, "just like those masseuses in Vietnam."

"Did your massage lead to your first swinging experience?" Divya probed.

"No it didn't," Nagesh answered.

"Come on, Divya, keep your blouse on," Gautam admonished. "They'll have their turn to tell their story."

Divya pouted again. She wasn't very patient.

Chirag sounded slightly exasperated her interjections. He resumed his story with a sigh.

"After they put down the buckets, they disappeared. We soaked our feet in the hot water for about 15 minutes. Then they came back. Chimlin started to massage my feet. Somchair did the same for Rekha. They knew all the pressure points and sometimes they would stick a knuckle in one of them causing as to say an 'oh' or an 'ah'. It gave us an odd combination of both pain and pleasure, but it did make our feet feel better. But you know that already," he said addressing Aarti and Nagesh.

"Yeah, we do, Nagesh replied. "You don't need to get into details about that."

"Okay, but I have to say that any pain she may have caused my feet was more than made up for by the view of her gorgeous golden globes. She noticed that I noticed. She didn't seem to mind. She graced me a beautiful little smile and a wink."

"And what was your perspective, Rekha?" Aarti asked.

"Well, I was admiring the way Somchair's muscles were rippling as he massaged my feet and worked his way up my leg. He noticed Chirag taking more than a casual interest in his Chimlin's beautiful breasts. He pointedly looked at mine and gave me a broad smile. Clearly he admired mine as well. He also upped the ante by peeking between my legs to see what my towel was hiding. He just grinned, shrugging his shoulders."

"How did you react to that?" Aarti asked directing her question to Chirag.

"What could I say? I just shrugged my shoulders too," Chirag said.

"After massaging our feet and legs, they gestured to us to climb onto the massage tables and lie on our bellies. They loosened out towels and laid them across our asses. They started with a head massage, then gradually and systematically worked their way down our necks, our shoulders and our backs. It was so relaxing. We felt a very satisfying languor in our bodies. We almost fell asleep. But you know the feeling," he said addressing Aarti and Nagesh.

"Yeah, we know," Nagesh agreed.

"Then Chimlin said 'mar-ree?' pointing back and forth between us, Chirag said. "I wasn't sure if that was a Thai word or a mangled version of an English word she happened to know. It took me a moment to realize that she was trying to say 'marry', in other words asking if we were married. I don't speak any foreign languages myself," he admitted. "So I asked Rekha to try her luck with Mandarin. It turned out that Somchair knew some Mandarin."

"So what was Chimlin trying to say?" Aarti asked.

"She was asking us if we were married. We asked the same question. Somchair said they to were married too," Rekha replied. "When asked why she would ask such a question, Somchair replied that it was unusual in Thailand to see an interracial couple. He also said Indians were often prudish about even partial nudity. We seemed to take our near-nudity in stride."

"And?" Aarti asked.

"Well, they continued their massage," Rekha replied, "slowly working their way down our backs again. And then we got our second surprise. They pulled off our towels and started massaging out butt cheeks!"

"It felt really good," Chirag said smirking. "But I have to confess Chimlin's attention caused me to start having a hard-on. She brushed my balls lightly with her fingers. I thought it was accidental. I enjoyed it but felt embarrassed at the same time."

"And what did you feel, Rekha?" asked Aarti her tone revealing her salacious interest.

"It felt really good to me too. While Somchair massaged my ample ass, he slid his fingers over my asshole and across through perineum, the area between my asshole and vulva." Rekha giggled. "He was turning me on. At one point, I let out an 'oh'. No doubt, Somchair managed a few more peeks between my legs. The thought of it turned me on even more. I'll bet his nose told him a few things too because my pussy was getting wet!"

"Oh, that's so exciting," Divya interjected.

"When I turned my head to look at Chirag, I saw Chimlin brush Chirag's balls. Chirag had a huge grin on his face. I told Chirag this was beyond a normal massage."

"And I reminded Rekha that we had talked and fantasized about swinging. So I asked her if she was ready and willing to go for the real thing, if it went further, or did she want to stop it."

"I told Chirag I was really nervous. I had butterflies in my stomach. My mouth was dry; my pussy was wet. Chirag said he felt the same except that he had no pussy but he admitted to having a hard-on."

"Then they asked us to roll onto our backs," Chirag said. "It was now or never."

"I didn't know what to say or do," Rekha added. "I chickened out. I told Chirag to make the decision. He reminded me that it could end up in sex. I told I would go along with whatever he decided."

"So I flipped over first," Chirag said. "Chimlin could see my cock was now completely erect. She just smiled and took the towel away."

"Somchair then took my towel off. I flipped over," said Rekha. "Now Somchair had an unobstructed view of the front of my entire body."

"At first they continued their massage," Chirag said. "But not for long. They worked their way down the front our bodies and continued passed our belly buttons. Chimlin put her hands and fingers through my public hair. She massaged the area around my cock and balls. She caressed my perineum, the back of her hand bumped against my balls. Suddenly, she stuck the tip of her finger into my asshole. I groaned with both surprise and delight at the unusual sensation but I didn't object. She said something in Thai which I took to mean 'relax.' So I did. She stuck her whole finger in my asshole and began to massage my prostrate. It felt both strange but good. Her other hand grasped my cock and stroked it."

Chirag took a deep breath. He clearly relished the memory.

"After massaging my cock and prostate for a while, she withdrew her finger from my asshole. She washed her hands, came back, and then grabbed my dick again. Oh man, they way her hand went up and down my cock felt so good. By then I was pretty convinced her intention was to give me a handjob. But I was wrong, she directed it into her mouth! The sensation was unbelievable!"

Rekha took up the story. "Somchair used a similar technique. He stuck one finger in my asshole and another in my pussy, massaging them both at the same time. I saw him watch his wife put Chirag's cock into her mouth. She sucked it eagerly. He showed no hint of jealousy."

"He was too busy enjoying you, sweetheart," Chirag interjected.

Rekha continued. "After a few minutes, Somchair removed his fingers from my holes. He pressed gently against my inner thighs, urging me to spread my legs wider. I did. I was eager in the anticipation of things. He alternately licked and sucked my slit and clit. The whole situation was so erotic, so exotic, that I lost control. Soon I was so horny, I was willing him to let him do whatever he wanted. Suddenly I came all over his mouth. He seemed to relish the taste of me. I turned to look at Chirag around just in time to see Chirag cum into Chimlin's mouth."

"And that was it?" Aarti asked almost eagerly.

"Good question, Aarti!" Divya interjected. "Now we know Aarti likes sexy stories too," she added laughing.

"We all took a few minutes break after that to freshen up, "Rekha continued. "They brought us some food, which we ate ravenously. When we were finished, they led us to a small heated pool. It was an obvious invitation to enter the pool and enjoy some more of their company."

"Once we were in the pool, Chirag resumed, "Chimlin urged me to sit on an underwater bench. Somchair directed Rekha to a similar underwater bench on the opposite side. He sat behind Rekha, straddling his legs on each side of her, and started to massage her breasts."

"His cock was at full attention," Rekha said. "The feel of it against my back, and the knowledge that this handsome man wanted to make love to me, started to make me feel horny again. After a few minutes, he asked me get up. He grabbed my hips to turn me around so that I faced him. With his hands still on my hips, he pulled me down until I straddled his lap. He licked and sucked my breasts. Of course his hard-on was now pressed against my lower belly. I knew he wanted me, and the truth be said, I wanted him too! I wanted to feel him inside me."

"I watched them for a little while," Chirag resumed his side of the story. "I decided to give Chimlin as good as Rekha got from Somchair. When I saw Somchair urge Rekha to get up and turn around to face him, I did the same to Chimlin. By then I'd overcome my initial shyness in letting a woman, who I had just met, see my hard-on. By now, I was just too excited to care any more. I gave her all the attention she deserved. When I saw Rekha and Somchair in their erotic embrace. I didn't have to be a genius to realize that my wife was enjoying sexual attention. And damn it all! I was enjoying that man's lovely wife too!"

"Isn't this a hot story?" Divya finally interrupted.

Both Aarti and Nagesh agreed.

"Very hot," said Aarti." Her mouth was dry.

Rekha took up the story. "I was so hot and horny. I reached a point where I didn't care about anything. All I wanted was his golden rod in my vagina. I was completely caught up in the sexual heat of the moment. I looked at Chirag and gave him the most pleading look I could. I was about to make a rash decision, all for the sake of a cock!"

"Chimlin and I saw the look in Rekha's eyes," Chirag said. "Before I could react, Chimlin lifted herself off my lap. I thought she was going to suck my cock again. But I was wrong. She gave me a really big smile, grabbed my cock, pointed it at the opening and sat down! I was in her right up to the hilt. She was soaking wet."

"When I saw Chirag's cock sink into her body, I lost all restraint," Rekha said. "Somchair urged me to get off his lap. He lined up his cock to my pussy and then he pulled me down on top of it. Oh god, it felt so good to have his prick stuffed deep into my interior. I wasted no time riding up and down his cock. I started cumming almost right away. I shrieked into a climax. But Somchair still didn't cum. Instead, he continued pumping into me, slowly increased his rhythm, then harder and harder. He made me cum one more time when finally he gushed deep inside me. It was ecstasy!"

"While they were going at it," Chirag said, "I drew my petite golden goddess deeper into my arms. Her crease was hot and wet. I started kissing her very passionately. I was so worked up. My cock felt as if it was expanding inside her, almost as if it were trying to reach into the deepest recesses of her womb. We rutted like animals. I felt her tremble with an orgasm. She must have come two or three times. Finally, my second orgasm of the afternoon hit me. It was over but we held onto each enjoying the warmth from each other's bodies. After a few minutes, we looked at our spouses. They looked exhausted but happy."

"We went back to our hotel after that," Rekha said. "We were in an almost dream-like state. Our experience was that satisfying."

"Wow," Nagesh said. "I've never heard anything hotter!"

"Me neither," Aarti added. "But can I ask a personal question?"

"Sure," Chirag said.

"You didn't mention the use of safes," Aarti observed.

"We didn't," Chirag said. "Rekha had complications after her last child was born. I had myself fixed after my last one was born from my first marriage."

"But weren't you taking a risk?" she insisted. "After all, they could have had a sexually transmitted disease."

"You raise a good point, Aarti," Chirag said. "To be honest, we weren't really thinking much at all about that. We should have. We let our lust carry us away. We really didn't think or care about anything else but our sexual gratification. But I also have to say we didn't get the impression that Chimlin and Somchair were normally promiscuous. So we thought we were safe. Still, it was careless of us. So we had ourselves checked out after we returned home. We were clean. Since then, we've packed condoms just in case an unexpected adventure came our way again. Then you two came into the picture."

"Am I hearing you correctly, Chirag?" Aarti asked. You mean to say that, when it's just the four of you, you don't use condoms?"

"That's right. We don't use condoms when it's just the four of us," Divya confirmed. "But we have a rule. If we have sex with people other than the four of us, we have to use condoms. If you had not been so pre-occupied by Rekha and Gautam's sex show a couple of nights ago, you would have noticed they were using no condom."

"Now that you mention it, Divya," Aarti said, "I don't remember seeing them put one on."

But Nagesh wanted to, hear Divya and Gautam's story. "Well, what was your first time like," he asked them.

"Let's take a break first," Chirag suggested. "Nature calls. I'm hungry. And our sitting is only an hour away. As much as I hate to disrupt our fun, we need to clean up and get dressed for sinner. We'll meet in the restaurant. Divya and Gautam can tell us their story there." Chirag grinned. "Then it's your turn."

Once the six tablemates had settled into their regular places and their main courses delivered, Chirag opened up the conversation by asking Divya and Gautam to tell about their first time swinging experience."

"They were our first time," Gautam said nodding toward Chirag and Rekha."

"Well, tell us about," Nagesh demanded.

"As you already know," Gautam said, "Chirag and I have been buddies for a long time. We can tell each other things we'd never dream to tell anyone else. That's how much we trust each other. So when Chirag told me what happened to them in Bangkok, I was totally incredulous that they would do such a thing. And I said so."

"And I told Gautam," Chirag interjected, "that there was nothing wrong with what we did because what we did we did together. Sure, we didn't expect or seek out sex with the Thai couple. It just happened, and obviously, we're not sorry it did."

"When I got home," Gautam said, "I told Divya what Chirag had told me."

"I laughed," Divya interjected. "I already knew because Rekha had already told me a couple of days earlier. She made me promise not tell Gautam anything until Chirag had a chance to talk to him."

"Wow, talk about a surprise," Aarti said.

"At first, I was stunned by what Rekha told me. I was absolutely speechless," Divya said. "I thought she was try to play some kind of elaborate practical joke on me. But Rekha was insistent. She said she wasn't joking. It actually happened."

Rekha laughed at the memory. "Divya just stood there with her mouth open. Normally, she almost always has something to say, but this time, she was pretty quiet for a while. It was funny seeing her gape, but I knew her curiosity would win out in the end. It did. She made me tell her all about it and in detail."

"Now that I knew my best buddy and his wife were swingers," Gautam resumed, "I got curious. I asked him if it changed his attitude toward Rekha and what impact the incident had on their sex life."

"I told Gautam my attitude toward Rekha didn't change at all," Chirag said. "As surprised as we were by what happened, we were also flattered that Chimlin and Somchair had found us attractive enough to want us sexually. As for our sex life, it improved after that, partly by recalling our experience, and partly because we had learned a few massage techniques both for sensual foreplay as well as relaxation."

"We've always been good friends with Chirag and Rekha," Divya continued, "but I had to wonder why they'd tell us something that other people might consider to be outlandish, if not outrageous, behaviour. I began to suspect they were sending a signal to us, you know, to swing with them."

"That was my thinking too," Gautam said. "It made me a little nervous too. I didn't know what to say. So I kept my mouth shut. But you know Divya. Eventually she gets to the heart of the matter."

* * *

"A few days later," Gautam continued, "Divya suddenly asked me if I was attracted to Rekha and if I wanted to bed her. She didn't even give me a chance to answer."

Divya jumped in. "I told Gautam it was obvious he was attracted to Rekha because I've caught him ogling Rekha when he thought no one, including me, was noticing. And his look matched the tent in his pants. Of course, a man would have to be dead not to be attracted to Rekha."

"You see!" Gautam interjected, "she doesn't give me a chance to talk. She just takes over."

Divya ignored the comment. "Over the years," she continued, "I saw Chirag give me very similar lecherous looks. I pretended not to notice although I was secretly flattered. Our husbands are not very good at hiding their sneaky peeks at our goodies. I knew Gautam would be embarrassed if he admitted to his lustful thoughts. So, before he had a chance to answer, I confessed to being attracted to Chirag and even having an occasional fantasy with him in it."

She totally surprised me," Gautam admitted. "I thought no one noticed me giving Rekha the eye. Now I found out my wife was doing the same and she hid her secret desires even better than I did! I was too busy ogling Rekha to notice my own wife's wandering eye."

"I knew what Gautam would think or ask next," Divya continued. "I told him flat-out I had never and would never do anything behind his back. There was no way I was going to hurt our marriage or our friendship with Chirag and Rekha. I also told him I truly believed he had never cheated on me. I would've noticed the tell-tale behaviour."

Gautam resumed his narrative. "That broke the tension between us. I was relieved. She may be petite but you don't mess with Divya. I was afraid to ask her the next question."

"I could tell what my hubby was thinking," Divya said. "So I asked him if wanted to explore swinging with them. Without waiting for an answer, I told him I was interested. I also admitted the thought of swinging with Chirag and Rekha made me both nervous and excited at the same time."

"I asked her how we'd go about approaching our friends," Gautam said.

"And I reminded Gautam that they'd already approached us," Divya continued. "All they needed to know was that we were interested. I told him I'd handle it because Rekha and I like to do a lot of girl talk."

"And..." Aarti said wanting to hear more.

"I talked to Rekha a few days later. I told her we were willing to try swinging, but we didn't really know how to go about it or what to do."

Chirag, who had been quiet for a while, entered into the conversation. "Rekha told me about her talk with Divya. We decided to introduce them to swinging by playing a game called Libertins, which we downloaded free from the Internet. It's two-stage game. The first stage involves erotic activities and stripping until every one is nude, but no sex. That happens in the second stage of the game. We figured that the first stage would give them a chance to change their minds before things got too far, or get them hot enough to want to continue."

"So I told Divya about our plan. And she went for it!" Rekha said.

"And I told Gautam, we could back out at any time," Divya said, "and that our friends would understand."

"We invited them over on a Saturday," said Rekha. "We had a great barbecue, eating and drinking on and off all day and into the evening. We had no kids around to complicate our day. The weather was perfect. The food was perfect. We had a lot of fun as good friends always do."

Chirag took up the story at this point. "When it started get a little cool outside, I suggested we go inside to the bed room and made ourselves comfortable.

"Once Chirag made that suggestion, I became as nervous as hell. My hands turned sweaty," Divya said. "The big moment was approaching."

Chirag took up the story again. "I explained rules of the game and reminded them again that they could pull out at any time."

"Let me explain the rules to Aarti and Nagesh to give them a sense of what the game is like," Rekha suggested to Chirag.

"Okay," he agreed. "Go ahead."

"Play involves each player moving an avatar using an 8-sided dice along squares much like you do in Monopoly," she explained. "Some squares require the player to follow an instruction such as pulling from a pile of cards. Men and women have separate piles. The cards are shuffled and put facedown on the board."

"The youngest one had to start," Chirag added. "That turned out to Rekha, followed by Divya, then Gautam and finally me. Only weeks separate Divya's birthday from Rekha and my birthday from Gautam's. Persons of the same sex had to sit opposite each other. So Gautam sat on Rekha's left and I sat on her right. Divya had Gautam on her right and me on her left."

"So I threw first," Rekha said, "a 5. I landed on a square that said 'Two players will massage you'."

"Chirag looked at me, smiled and shrugged his shoulders," Gautam said. "He had no problem with the idea of me massaging his wife for one minute. So I did and so did he."

"Then it was my turn," said Gautam. "I threw a 6. Since five was a fork leading to two separate paths, I could choose which direction I wanted to go. The right fork would've taken me to a square that said, 'Kiss the player to your left'. That was Divya. So I took the left fort which said, 'kiss all willing players. I kissed Divya first and then Rekha. Kissing Chirag was not an option," he said jokingly.

"I would've bopped your nose," Chirag said.

"Gautam was only going to kiss me on my lips," Rekha chuckled, "but I wanted none of that. I French-kissed me until he French-kissed me back.

"Then it was my turn to throw the dice, said Divya." I threw a 5 and got the same treatment as Rekha."

"When it was my turn I threw an 8," said Chirag. "Taking the right fork would've landed on a square that said 'Stroke the breast of the player on your right.' But that happened to be Divya. So I put my hand under her blouse from behind and massaged her breast. I had always wanted to hold those lovely fleshy mounds of hers. I didn't bother to look where the left fork might've led."

Aarti looked questioningly at Divya.

"I got really excited when he massaged by breasts," she answered the unasked question. "I closed my eyes and hoped it would last for a long time. But it didn't. The game still had a long way to go."

"It took a while," Chirag reminisced, "because you keep going around the board until all the players lost their clothes. To be fair, we had decided in advance that we all officially wore only four articles of clothing: a t-shirt, shorts, socks and underwear for the men, a blouse, skirt, bra and panties for the women."

"So who was the first to reveal their naked glory?" Nagesh asked.

"Me," piped up Divya, "after a lot of groping, kissing and teasing."

"Once we were all naked, Divya and Gautam decoded they wanted to continue to play the game," Chirag continued. "So we began to play the second stage."

"I made the first roll, a 2." Divya said. "I landed on a square that said, "Two players will do a 69 for 1 min.' So I rolled the dice to determine which guy and which girl would do it. Because there were eight sides to the dice but only four people, we agreed to assign two numbers to each player. So mine were 2 and 6. Gautam's were 3 and 7, Rekha's 1 and 5, and Chirag's 4 and 8."

Divya paused as she remembered what followed.

"I threw the dice, a 6! I had to a 69 but with who? So I rolled again. Another 6, so it didn't count. I rolled again. And this time I got a 3. I would have to a 69 with my husband in front of my friends!"

"Did you?" Aarti asked.

"Yeah, we did."

"It was really hot to watch them," Chirag said.

"Then it was my turn to roll the dice," said Gautam. "I rolled a 4. Since square 3 was a fork I chose to go left to a square which said 'Arouse a player until he/she gets excited.' I chose Rekha. I fondled her breasts, stroked thighs and let my fingers explore her hot hairy triangle. I looked to see Divya's reaction. She seemed mesmerized."

"We were already hot and horny after completing the first part of the game," Divya recalling with obvious excitement. "But the second stage was so much more intimate. We played a few more rounds but never really ended the game. Before I knew it, I found myself in Chirag's arms. I felt him press his naked body against me, his hard cock against my belly. We kissed and stroked, making ourselves hotter and hornier."

Divya stopped for a moment to catch her breath.

"Easy girl," Gautam said. "We're still in the restaurant."

"Sorry," she said. "Anyway, I was in a hopeless state of horniness," Divya continued. "Chirag's hungry look told me he wanted sex with me as badly as I wanted sex with him. I saw Chirag put on a condom. Remember, this was our first swap," she added parenthetically. "I looked at Gautam. I saw he already had a condom on. So I knew what he wanted to do. No more words needed to be exchanged, just spouses. It was a hot night. I will never forget it."

"No kidding," Aarti said good-naturedly. Her face was flushed.

"You seem to like to hear the details even though it embarrasses you to hear them, Aarti," Divya observed laughing.

Aarti flushed again.

"You got that right," said Nagesh as everyone else joined in the laughter.

"The next thing I remember," Divya continued, "Chirag was pushing my thighs apart. He wanted me to open my legs more. I did. He took it for it was, an invitation to invade my body with his. He was so eager but he didn't rush it. He put his cock at my entrance and moved oh so slowly inside, sometimes stopping and retracting. I could feel the folds of my pussy wrap around his cock just as my legs wrapped around his waist. I was already so worked up. He made it worse by teasing me, withdrawing is cock until only its tip was in my whole. Then he plunged right back in again."

"And what about you, Gautam?" Nagesh asked.

"What can I say," said Gautam. "Rekha is a very sexy woman. The lust in her eyes told me everything I needed to know. I could even smell her excitement. She was soaking wet even before I started stroking her pussy. The thought of having hot sex with my best friend's hot wife was almost too much for me. If I had any doubts, and I didn't," he laughed, "Rekha made sure I had no chance to change my mind! She grabbed my cock and cupped my balls. I thought I couldn't get harder but it sure felt like I did!"

"He's probably starting to get a hard-on just talking about it!" Divya laughed, whispering to her tablemates. "My old man is making himself horny."

"Touché," Gautam said obviously embarrassed.

"This is not the time to be touched," she whispered to her husband. Divya obviously understood the literal meaning of the French word.

Gautam's embarrassment deepened but he smiled good-naturedly.

"So what happened?" asked Nagesh. "Are we getting to story's climax?"

Aarti poked her husband in the rib for his corny joke, smiling. "Nagesh! Don't be so rude."

"You bet," Divya affirmed. "I opened my legs wider. I told Chirag to stop teasing me and just do me. He charged right in, mounted me in one thrust, ramming me as if he were trying to bust down the castle doors. I loved it."

Her tablemates laughed at her vivid imagery.

"Now you know why I own a house and not a castle," Gautam said dryly.

Everyone laughed.

"Rekha wasn't much slower," Gautam said. "She grabbed my condom-covered cock, pointed it toward her entrance and sat down on my rod. Oh, what a wonderful feeling it was to have Rekha's sweet bun wrapped around my spicy sausage! I was so worked up I could barely hold back. I tried to warn her."

"I was ready and I told him to go for it," Rekha interjected.

"Once she said that, it was too much for me," Gautam confirmed. "I lost all restraint. I think I had the biggest cum of my life that evening."

"What happened after that?" Nagesh asked.

"We talked it out," Divya replied. "We agreed to take our friendship to a new level through shared sexual intimacy. We became close friends with terrific benefits."

"And what happened after that," Nagesh asked.

"After a little rest, we made out again that evening," Chirag said. "Sharing spouses seemed to have given us the energy for a second round much sooner than would normally have been the case."

"And when did you stop using condoms," Nagesh asked.

"After that first night, the four of us had a frank talk," Rekha said. "We knew we were clean. We believed Divya and Gautam when they told us they had never fooled around outside their marriage until they swung with us. We agreed safes weren't necessary as long as it was just us four us."

After Aarti and Nagesh told their adventure during desert and coffee.

Finally, Chirag noted that it was time to let the staff prepare the table for the second sitting. "Let's change into something more comfortable first, then continue our party in our stateroom. Say, in an hour?" he suggested.

Everyone agreed.

An hour later the three couples were back in Chirag and Rekha's stateroom. In anticipation of the party, Aarti and Chirag dressed down to t-shirts and shorts.

Aarti put her bra in the drawer. "I don't need this," she mumbled to herself.

"I don't think you need the underwear either," Nagesh suggested.

Aarti looked sharply at her husband. "I don't want to take any chances that the stewards might see what they shouldn't. Are you trying to make it hard for them to do their jobs?" she asked.

Nagesh laughed. "No, I'm just trying to make it hard for them."

It took a few moments before it dawned on Aarti what he was insinuating. He was playing with words, a double entendre.

She flushed in exasperation. "Oh you!"

"One flash is all it would take!" he laughed again.

When they arrived at their friends' stateroom, they saw that Divya and Gautam were dressed to maintain a minimum level of decency. Rekha and Chirag were wearing bathrobes."

"We didn't see the point in dressing only to undress again," Chirag said shrugging his shoulders.

Gautam approached Aarti, his eager, hungry look did little to hide what was on his mind. His attraction for the woman was obvious

"Aarti? Please, may we?" he asked, offering her his hand, his voice already husky with lust.

"Yes, let's," Aarti agreed. Her curiosity and nascent desire to find out what this big hairy man was like had already begun to overcome her earlier natural reserve.

Aarti and Gautam took one of the beds. Sitting on it, they kissed, making no move as yet to remove their clothing.

Chirag, meanwhile, took Divya into his arms, directing her toward the sofa. He had already removed his bathrobe. They were kissing, at first lightly and then with increasing passion. Chirag's cock was erect. Divya had her hand on it. Chirag was obviously making an offer Divya didn't refuse.

The sexy sextet's party was well underway.

Having briefly watched where the others were and what they were doing, Nagesh turned to Rekha. "Shall we?" Nagesh asked offering her his hand.

She took it with a big smile on her face. "Oh, I so want this, Nagesh."

"So do I," he husked.

Nagesh's throat was dry in anticipation of taking this beautiful woman in his arms for the first time.

"Let's go over there," he suggested point to the second, unoccupied bed.

They crossed the room to occupy their chosen spot. Nagesh was no longer interested in what the other two couples were doing. Rekha was his focus. He relished the thought of exploring every part of her with his eyes, hands, mouth, body and finally his cock.

"Let me take your bathrobe off," Nagesh said to Rekha.

"Okay," she smiled.

Rekha was eager. She yearned for his tight embrace, to feel his manly body press against her own curvy figure. She wanted to crush her breasts against his chest, and feel the hardness of his manhood against her belly.

Nagesh unloosed the cord on Rekha's bathrobe. But he didn't remove it, at least not right away. He left it hanging loosely on her shoulders. It partially covered her breasts, allowing him to gaze in admiration at what was exposed, the slopes of her soft breasts, the valley between them, her smooth belly, and the black-haired triangle between her legs. Nagesh saw only sweet delights.

Nagesh decided to tease Rekha by savouring each touch of her body one part at a time. He slipped his arms inside her bathrobe. He put his hands on her waist and used them to follow the curve of her full, womanly hips. He just loved those hips. They gave Rekha a sexually enticing allure that appealed to something deep in Nagesh's sexual psyche.

After stroking her hips for a few moments, Nagesh reached around her hips for her bottom cheeks. The motion caused the bathrobe to open wider, revealing more of her body to his sight. It also brought Nagesh's body much closer to, but not quite touching, her.

Nagesh saw the look of anticipation in Rekha's eyes. They told him she was aching for the touch of his body against hers. With his hands still on her ample ass, he pulled her in. Their bodies made contact as they wrapped their arms around each other. They kissed, at first with lips only, and then with their tongues too.

"Take off your clothes," she whispered breathlessly. "I want to feel your naked warmth against me."

Nagesh stepped back for a moment, removed his t-shirt, his shorts and lastly his undershorts. Rekha could see he already had a partial erection.

Nagesh walked back into her embrace to kiss her some more. While both his arms were holding onto Rekha, one of her hands slipped between them. As soon as she put her hand around the circumference of his penis, it inflated more quickly. It took only seconds of her touch to bring him to a full, rock-hard erection.

Rekha traced the ridges of his cock with the tips of her fingers, then grasped fully into her hand, stroking it almost tenderly. Occasionally, she let go of it to cup his balls, rolling them gently in her hand.

Nagesh shivered at her touch. He let out a groan, He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her fingers stoking up and down his cock. He enjoyed her initiative. It left no doubt in his mind that she was sexually attracted to him.

As Nagesh enjoyed her fondling, he stopped stroking Rekha's ass, but only for a moment, as another shiver of pleasure shook his body.

Nagesh smiled. Rekha had upset his plan to tease her. Instead, she was teasing him! As much as enjoyed the warm, soft feel of her hand, he realized he risked climbing toward his peak too quickly. He had to regain the initiative in the erotic battle they had just begun. Rekha won the first skirmish.

As if he were waking up from a trance, Nagesh's hands resumed their wandering underneath her bathrobe. He just could not get enough of her ass and hips. Meanwhile, when he was not kissing her, his mouth, his lips and his tongue to taste and touch her neck and ears.

The two lovers engaged in a sensual battle.

Nagesh got down on his knees, forcing her to release her hold on his stiff member. He wrapped his arms around her hips and ass. He hugged her. He wanted to feel the sensuality of lower body against his chest, his hands travelling around her hips and buttocks. Sometimes he put one of his arms between her legs so that he could squeeze and massage her ass-cheek with both hands. His arm brushed against her pussy. His lips travelled across her belly.

Rekha moaned. The desire to give herself to this man grew stronger. The hunger to take all he had to offer intensified. Her pussy became wetter and her nipples harder with each and every touch of his hands and mouth as they explored whatever parts of her body they could reach.

"Oh, oh, it feels so good," she groaned.

Nagesh stood up. Rekha grabbed his stiff cock again while he wrapped his arms around her back. Her hand was back on his trigger. His hands and arms flowed up and down her back for several moments before returning to her ample ass-cheeks.

Rekha's stroking of his male organ threatened Nagesh's ability to control himself. He pressed her tightly against him, forcing her to release his cock. She put both her arms around his waist. Nagesh thrilled at the feel of her soft luscious body against his. Although Rekha thrilled at the touch of his hard masculine body against her soft feminine one, she searched for the stiff member that had just escaped her grasp. She felt it against her body but every time she tried to put her hand on it, Nagesh pulled her in more tightly to prevent her from carrying out her intention.

After a few moments, Nagesh finally broke his embrace. He stood back. He turned her around so that he was now behind her. She looked questioningly at him.

"I know what you like," Nagesh told his lover. "I like your sexual aggressiveness, but I don't want you to make me cum until you're ready too."

He pressed his male hardness against her erotically shaped ass. His cock twitched on contact with it.

Still standing behind her, Nagesh reached around for Rekha's breasts. He cupped, fondled them. He worked his fingers around and over them. He enjoyed the softness of her mammary glands and the hardness of her nipples. He was glad she was still wearing her bathrobe. It reduced the sensuousness of his cock's contact against her and allowed him to focus on stoking Rekha's fire.

Rekha wanted to be in his embrace again, to hold onto his cock, but she also enjoyed what he was doing to her. She closed her eyes and sighed. She let him take the initiative for a while. Nagesh had won the second round in their lusty war of the teases.

After stroking her breasts for a while, Nagesh's hands wandered down the front of her body. Rekha felt their gentle strength as they moved slowly toward her furry patch. Nagesh took his time to make sure no spot was left untouched.

Rekha became hot with anticipation as his skilful hands stroked the valleys where her thighs joined to her pelvis. She pushed back her bottom backwards, pressed her beautiful buttocks against Nagesh's hard cock. His cocked jerked at her lewd contact. She caught Nagesh off-guard. Her rearguard action gave her the win in the third round of the war of teases.

Nagesh smiled. Although Rekha was a relatively quiet person in public, she was clearly no wallflower in matters of sex. She made it obvious what she wanted. Her hand had been on his tubular projection. Now her soft, curvaceous ass was pressing against it.

Nagesh held back. 'Thank god,' for the bathrobe,' he thought, 'otherwise, I may have already almost control.

Their sexual battle was fully joined. There was a time and a place for what Rekha wanted. The place was already known but, as far as Nagesh was concerned, the time wasn't quite right yet.

Nagesh trailed his fingers upward across her belly back up towards her breasts again. Suddenly he stopped. He turned her around to face him. This time, Rekha made no attempt to reach for his cock.

Nagesh's hands stroked her breasts again but only for a few moments. He pressed his mouth on a nipple, sucked on it as if he were trying to bring her whole breast deeper into his mouth. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. He went back and forth from one breast to the other for several minutes. It helped to reduce the tension in his stiff member.

Rekha sighed, "Oh yes, lover. Keep going. Don't stop. I love to have them sucked. I love what you're doing to me."

Her confession meant Nagesh won the fourth round of their war of the teases.

Nagesh stopped after a while. His hands worked their way upward toward the tops of her shoulders. With one deft movement, he lifted the bathrobe off her shoulders, letting them dbang on his hands, and then let it drop to the floor behind her. He had seen this woman in all her naked glory only two days ago. But this time she was directly in front of his eyes, and his to enjoy!

Nagesh nodded toward the bed. "Lie down on your side facing me," Nagesh said. "I'm not done exploring you."

Rekha lay on her right side, propping her head up with her elbow, eager to see what he would do next.

At first, Nagesh faced her in the same position. He used his free hand to travel up and down the side of her body, relishing each contour of her body. His mind kept coming back to her hips. Their erotic allure fascinated him. He kept returning to them; they were so enticing.

Still facing her, Nagesh sat, shifting position so he could get a much closer look at her lower body. He wrapped his arms around her fully accessible left thigh. She obligingly lifted it to allow him to wrap his arms around them. Nagesh hugged, stroked and kissed it, occasionally brushing her cleft with his fingers, making sure they travelled through every available fold and crack.

Nagesh then he stroked the inner part of the other thigh, again enjoying the feel of her soft, velvety skin, then teasing her moistening pussy. He pushed Rekha down on her back. He wanted to enjoy this thigh in the same way as he had the other. He wrapped his arms around, hugged, kissed and stroked it.

While he was paying attention to her thighs, he threw glances at the treasure between her legs. His mouth watered in eager anticipation of enjoying her glorious femaleness.

Rekha moaned and sighed, enjoying his unusual erotic appreciation of her hips and thighs. Nagesh's acute attention to them had a singularly unique erotic quality of its own. Rekha had never experienced something quite like this before. His ardour and admiration turned her on, made her excited.

She wondered what he would do next. She soon had her answer. His hand, still on her thigh, slid toward her hair-covered pussy, once more explore every fold and crack with as much skill and patience he had sown with her other thigh. He didn't believe in discriminating a woman's legs.

Nagesh's hand went passed her vulva. He stroked her perineum. With the tip of his finger, he diddled her asshole. Nagesh could tell she liked what he did. His skilful manipulation of every sensuous part of her lower body was too much for her to take. She grabbed his sock, stroked it. She trembled in anticipation of feeling his tubular muscle deep inside her.

Nagesh sensed her readiness. His nose took in the sweet wet scent of her sexual excitement. He put his mouth on her pussy. For a while, he licked her labia and sucked her tiny, erect clitoral nub.

"You are so good," Rekha moaned. "Please let me suck your cock."

"Yeah," Nagesh croaked. "Let's get into the 69-position."

Rekha flopped onto her back while Nagesh got on his hands and knees above her. He lowered himself so that he could put his mouth on her wet pussy. His hard-on neared Rekha's face. She grabbed it and directed it into her mouth.

"Mmm, nice," said Rekha.

"Oh, you're good," said Nagesh. "Too good. I don't want to shoot in your mouth."

Nagesh took his cock out of her mouth. He adjusted his position so he could continue performing cunnilingus on while keeping his penis out of reach of her mouth. He wanted to prevent her from sticking his now very sensitive cock back into her mouth. He was on a hair-trigger, and he knew it. Rekha would have to satisfy herself with holding onto it while his active mouth paid lingual attention to what lay between her legs.

"I want your cock in me," she said.

"I will. I promise," Nagesh said. "I stopped you from sucking my cock because I was too close to cumming. If that happened, you'd have to wait for a while before I could fire up my engine again to grant you your wish."

Nagesh knew very well that women were far more capable of multiple orgasms than just about any man on the planet. It was his intention to bring her to her peak first. After several minutes of cunnilingus, Nagesh heard the cry of joy and enjoyed the taste of her female nectar, both of which told he had succeeded in bringing about her climax. He won his erotic war with her.

When Aarti and Gautam reached the bed, they removed their clothing almost immediately. Aarti paid very little attention to what her husband and Rekha were doing. She was, she couldn't quite come up with the right word, well, intrigued with her new lover, Gautam.

Physically, the contrast between the two was startling. Aarti was petite and, like most women, almost hairless, except for her head and her neatly trimmed pussy. She regularly removed her armpit air. Gautam was the opposite. He was the biggest of the three men. He was stout and very hairy, both features seeming to emphasize his large frame.

Hairiness was not new to Aarti. Her husband was a typically hairy. Hair covered every part of his body, even in the crack of his ass.

Gautam enveloped her petite body within his huge size. A forest of hair seemed to surround her. 'Is this what wearing a fur coat inside out would feel like?' she asked herself.

As Gautam's lips explored her neck, she felt the forest of fur on his arms travel up and down her back. The forest of hair on his belly tickled her completely hairless one.

Even more erotic was his fur-covered chest brushing against her smooth, soft, total hairlessness. His chest hair felt like a multitude of tiny fingers, caressing and teasing her mammaries and her sensitive nipples. Aarti felt a tremor of delight as they hardened.

She felt an urge to snuggle into his fur, to savour the scents of his skin underneath his hairy canopy. Somewhere in that forest of hair lurked a one-eyed monster, hiding, waiting for its prey. Aarti smiled at the imagery. She knew where the one-eyed monster was; it was too big to hide in Gautam's forest.

"Gautam," she said, "I thought my husband was a very hairy man. You take the cake. You're even hairier. You know what, Gautam?"

"What?" Gautam wasn't quite sure what she was leading up to.

Aarti noticed his cock begin to deflate. She sensed he was sensitive about his thick hair. She thought it must have been difficult for him when he went through puberty. She had no doubt some girls probably made fun of him as he became hairier and hairier.

"I love it. I love the feel of your hair all over my body," she told him.

Aarti snuggled into Gautam. She reached for his cock, putting her small hand around it. Her unexpected words of praise for his hairiness and her delicate, yet erotic, touch of his penis, put him at ease. His cock showed signs of coming back to life.

"I've got a thing for hairy men," she added. "I think they're very sexy," she added. "And that means you."

Aarti's flattering words and her stroking of his penis stimulated further growth in Gautam's cock. In fact, it grew rather rapidly. He was absolutely delighted by what he heard and what she was doing to him. He was hot for her; she just told him she was hot for him.

Gautam was back in his groove, but Aarti's words gave him an idea. If she found hairiness to be erotic, then the right thing for him to do was to offer her more of it hair. He subtly moved her body against his. Just enough so that she shifted a little up and down his chest, letting his forest of hair brush against her. As he necked with her, he repeatedly let his hairy arms travel up and down her back, occasionally grabbing her ass-cheeks for good measure.

Gautam now wanted to kiss Aarti too. Taking advantage of his huge frame, he lifted her completely off the floor so as to bring her mouth to his. He kissed her, at first tenderly and then with greater ardour. She returned his increasingly lustful kisses with her own.

After Gautam finally broke the last, very long, kiss, he let her body slide down his hairy chest until her feet reached the floor. Her lips of her pussy brushed the length of his cock as she landed on her feet.

As much as he wanted to plunge into her, Gautam restrained himself. He was just too excited. His fuse was a little too short. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold off if he mounted her now. He also knew she was not quite ready. He wanted to make the little sex kitten in his arms crazier with lust.

Gautam picked her up again, taking her off the floor once more. This time he raised high so that her face was next to his.

"Put you arms around my neck and hold on," Gautam huffed. "It'll make it easier for me to bear your weight."

Aarti did as he asked. She put her mouth against his neck, gave him a lick and a kiss. Gautam slowly shifted her up and down his chest. When he brought his mouth to her neck, he searched for and found her erogenous zones.

Gautam shifted Aarti's weight again. While one arm held her in place against his chest, the other arm sought to explore her warm, wet pussy. He felt the heat of her pussy against his hairy belly. His hands found more erogenous spots. He felt Aarti squirm at the pleasure of his touch.

After a few minutes, Gautam removed his hand from between her legs. Although he was a strong man, it had difficulty carrying Aarti's entire weight with one arm. He put his free arm under Aarti's ass to lift her up again and then wrapped it around her. With both arms, he slowly lifted and then lowered her several times against his body so that Aarti's entire torso could feel his fur sliding sensually across her body.

Aarti realized, even with two arms holding her up, he would soon tire. She decided to help Gautam support her weight, and to tease him, impishly, at the same time. She wrapped both legs around his waist. She tried to lock herself in place by intertwining her feet behind his back. His girth was too large. The best she could do was to squeeze him with her thighs, hoping that the combination of her arms and legs around him would give him some relief from holding her weight.

Aarti smiled to herself, totally aware of the effect her wide-open legs had on her hirsute lover. Gautam's cocked twitched at the thought of her sweet vagina so close to his excited manhood. Gautam got some relief for his arms but no relief for his straining cock.

When Gautam tried to make another adjustment to her position against his chest, she slipped down lower than Gautam intended. He caught her quickly. For a brief moment, though, Aarti felt Gautam's cock press against her vaginal opening. Aarti could feel her heart beating faster. She ached in anticipation of more than just a mere touch of Gautam's one-eyed monster.

As much as it pained him to do so, Gautam lifted Aarti back up. On the one hand, he wanted to drop her onto his ock. On the other hand, he was determined to take his time. He was going to stick to his hastily made plan to string out their sexual foreplay. He resumed sliding her up and down his fur coat but with a difference this time. Each time he lowered her, he made sure to touch her pussy, just barely, with his cock.

Aarti was sweaty and breathing heavily. He was tantalizing her, and doing it very successfully! She wanted his hard cock inside her and she wanted it now. Still she remained silent.

Gautam decided it was time lower her a little further than before. This time when he lowered her, he deliberately made sure the tip of his hard cock poked at the mouth of her vagina. Once, by accident, the tip of his cock actually found her vaginal opening and made a brief entry. His cock told him she was hot, wet and ready.

Now that his cock knew where to find its target, Gautam lowered her until his cock pressed between the folds of her pussy several times. Aarti squirmed at the heavenliness of his stiff member's light probing.

Gautam's teasing inflamed Aarti. She clung tightly to him, fearing that a slight shift in their bodies' alignment might put him off-target. She felt like a target; she wanted to be a target. Her excitement rose. Her breathing became uneven. She wanted him to penetrate her, to plunge into her, and to bring her to sexual ecstasy.

The two lovers groaned as their passions increased, she because of his animal-like quality, he because of her softness and delicacy, both because they were desperate for what the other had to offer, so near and yet so far.

Gautam stopped. He lifted her completely in his arms. He wanted to gaze at her sexy body before finally taking her. Aarti could tell he was lost in lust. She knew she was ready and willing join him, to unite their bodies in mutual orgasmic bliss.

With Aarti still in his arms, Gautam sat down on the bed again. She released her hold around his neck and waist, thinking to let herself down onto the bed. But Gautam refused to let her go. Instead, he began sliding her down his body. She swore she could feel the heat of his cock approaching her. She sensed Gautam's overwhelming desire to let her slide completely onto his cock, to impale her on his hard smooth pole. She realized the next time his cock poked its head into her humid hole, he could easily just release his grip and let gravity do its work and then let nature take care of the rest.

Near the peak of her own lust, Aarti had the sudden desire to let him take her bareback, to feel his manly cum splash inside her. She barely remembered he was supposed to put on a condom. As crazed with passion as she was, and an alarm bell rang in her head. She turned her head to look for Nagesh.

* * *

Sex in the 69-position had its desired effect. Nagesh's cock became harder. Rekha's love tunnel leaked freely with her sexual juices.

"I want you now," Rekha whispered hoarsely. "I want you inside me now. Please, I want to feel you squirting all the way up inside me."

Nagesh reached for a condom.

"No," she said. "I want to feel the your naked cock inside me. I want to feel the flood of your cum in my womb."

"But I can't," he said. "Aarti and I haven't agreed to do that. Unprotected sex is a big step because it entails some risks."

"You already know you can't make me pregnant," Rekha argued, "and we know the six of us have no diseases," she pointed out. "We're safe without a safe."

"I know. It's the principle of thing between Aarti and me. I believe you, but still..." Nagesh stopped.

Rekha had suddenly taken hold of his cock. She tugged at it as if she were trying to direct it toward her vaginal opening.

"I just can't..."

Rekha stopped tugging on his cock

"Look," suddenly Rekha interrupted, "Aarti is watching us. She can tell what I want to do." Rekha pulled Nagesh's stiff cock toward her slit again. "I'm holding the evidence of it in my hand after all."

Rekha waved at Aarti. Aarti waved back.

Nagesh looked into his wife's eyes. He saw Gautam holding her up off his lap. His erection pointed directly at the hole between her pussy lips. Aarti also had a clear view of Rekha's hand on Nagesh's bare cock, trying to push it into her hungry pussy.

Aarti saw the question in Nagesh's face. They were both in the same dilemma.

Aarti considered her situation. She remembered her periods were now very infrequent. The risk of pregnancy was almost infinitesimal. She wanted to feel Gautam's bare rigid cock inside her. The though of Gautam cumming inside her made her pussy clench.

'It's decision time again,' Aarti thought. 'I believe our new friends when they say they're clean. I'll do whatever Nagesh wants. But I want to go all the way.'

Aarti briefly glanced at Chirag and Divya. They were riding bareback. Chirag was taking her from behind. They were oblivious to what the other two pairs of lovers were doing. She could tell they would soon reach their peak.

"I want to too," Nagesh said to his wife, almost as if he was reading her mind. "It's so much hotter that way."

It wasn't necessary for him to specify what he meant. It was rather obvious.

She nodded. "Me too."

Nagesh stopped resisting Rekha's efforts to pull his cock into her heated vaginal passage. He plunged in, expressing his joy at the pleasure he felt as her womanly sheath enveloped his throbbing cock.

Gautam saw the exchange between Aarti and her husband. He saw them nod to each other, and heard the words they said. Then he saw Nagesh's naked cock enter Chirag's wife. His rock-hard member reacted with a twitch of anticipation of doing the same with Aarti.

Gautam looked into Aarti's eyes.

"Go ahead," she told him. "Drop me onto your hot rod. I wanted to feel your hard cock pussy. Do me," she begged.

Gautam's free hand went between their bodies. He aligned his erect penis with the entrance to Aarti's pussy hole. He pulled her down slowly. He wanted to savour every sensation of his penetration into Nagesh's Japanese wife. He wanted her feel ridge of his cock slide against her swollen pussy lips as it sank into her vagina.

Aarti sensed his cock approach her entrance. The arm around her waist was letting her slide slowly down his body. She felt his head of his cock part the folds of her labia. He lowered her some more. She felt his cock slide deeper into her hot passage. He pulled her down some more. She felt his intrusion begin to fill more of her womb.

Gautam pulled her down completely. Aarti's warm, wet womb was completely occupied by the bear-man's thrusting cock. He thrust hard against her pelvis against as if to penetrate even deeper into her interior. The two lovers' bodies were united in the ultimate erotic embrace.

Aarti loved the sensation of the fullness he was giving her. The feel of it inside her lit a fire that needed to be doused. Her pussy clenched around his hardness as she rode up and down his stiff member.

The excitement of sexual union caused the breathing of the two lovers to become deeper, heavier and more erratic. They pumped and thrust against each other with abandon.

"Oh my god, this feels so good," she whispered. "I'm almost there," she managed to grunt between her mewling and moaning.

"I'm ready for you, sugar," the big man declared breathlessly.

"Make that wonderful cock of yours go even deeper inside me," she urged.

A few more thrusts and counter-thrusts later, Aarti reached the point of no return.

"Now, Gautam!" she cried. "Do it now! I'm there. I'm cumming! Fill me with your hot cum," she whispered directly into his ear.

Gautam snapped. What little restraint Gautam still disappeared. His rational mind relinquished all control over his cock. He came hard.

Aarti felt the gush of Gautam's cum flood her insides. The feel of his primeval hair, the flood of his warm sexual juices, and the knowledge that yet another man other tyhan her husband had a buried himself deep inside her body, triggered a second massive orgasm.

Rocked by their internal explosions, their energy completely spent, sweating, yet feeling deeply satisfied, the two lovers collapsed into a heap, with Aarti laying on top of Gautam's large, hairy body.

Aarti made no effort to dislodge his shrinking cock. She giggled at the thought that he couldn't do any more damage with it anyway. Then another thought occurred to her: this was the first time she had ever allowed a man, other than Nagesh, to fill her married womb with his seed.

When Aarti and Gautam became aware of their surroundings again, they noticed Divya and Chirag were watching them.

"That was quite a show," Divya said grinning. "I think my husband likes you."

They heard the grunting and sloshing from the other bed. Rekha and Nagesh reached their climaxes too.

"We've got two nights left on the cruise, not including tonight," Chirag observed. "So if I may, I'd like to make two or three suggestions."

The other five nodded.

"Aarti, Nagesh, the four of us had a very brief discussion. We'd like you to join our little swinging group, meaning we, as a group of six, will continue swinging after the cruise. So think about it. We're not expecting you to answer right away."

Aarti and Nagesh looked at each other. They nodded their agreement.

"Tonight we sleep in own staterooms to recover from tonight's sport," Chirag said. "We can forget about swinging on the last night too. We all have to pack and turn in earlier than usual because disembarkation is early in the morning. So that leaves us with tomorrow night. So here is my second proposal."

"And that is..." Gautam said, urging him on.

"Something we haven't done before," Chirag completed. "I propose we swap spouses for the entire night."

There was silence. Even Gautam and Divya had never contemplated such an arrangement even though they were best friends with Chirag and Rekha and swung regularly with them. They were accustomed to open swinging for a few hours and then returning to their own mates for the rest of the night.

Of course, it was well known to the group that many married couples preferred closed swinging, that is, having sex with someone else's spouse in private. But closed swinging had never occurred to this group of friends. The circumstances of their introduction to swinging had precluded closed swinging. Also, knowing that their spouses were in the same room, and even seeing them having sex with someone else's partner was part of the sexual thrill; it reinforced their sense of openness, sharing and camaraderie.

So Chirag's suggestion to have a session of closed swinging seemed odd to the group. What seemed even odder to them was his suggestion to sleep overnight with someone other than the person you were married to.

As they were new to couples swinging, Aarti and Nagesh were not particularly concerned about closed swinging. They reasoned that open swinging was harder to get used to because it meant others could watch. Closed swinging was therefore no big deal to them. Chirag's idea of actually sleeping with someone else's spouse for an entire night seemed a strangely intimate thing to do. Unlike sex, whose duration usually counted in minutes, sleeping was something people did for hours.

Not waiting for an answer, Chirag continued. "The men should return to their own staterooms before the stewards start making their rounds."

Again there was silence. Divya broke it.

"I think it's a great idea," she said. We've been having sex in each other's presence. We've done open swinging. So what's a little closed swinging? The idea of spending a whole night with another man is a turn-on because I've never done that before. I like the idea of being a temporary wife."

She pointed at the three men. Their cocks were starting to stiffen again. "That's at least four votes in favour. What about you Rekha?"

Rekha nodded her agreement.

"The 'yes' have it," Divya declared.

They all laughed.

But Nagesh hesitated. "We're still new at this. Aarti and I should talk about it first."

Back in the stateroom, Nagesh spoke first. "What struck me about Chirag's suggestion was how strange it seemed." He smiled. "My initial reaction was, having sex with someone's else's spouse was okay. But actually sleep with her? This weird thought went through my head that literally sleeping with another woman was somehow more intimate than having sex with her!"

"I think I understand where you're coming from," Aarti said. "We became swingers because we concluded that social sex comes naturally to us as human beings. Sex in private is commonplace, so there's nothing new there. But the idea of sharing the same bed and physically sleeping with other than each other seems in even more intimate than the open swinging we've done so far."

"I think that sums it up pretty well, hon," Nagesh agreed. "It's a turn-on because it seems more intimate," he added.

"So what are you saying?" Aarti asked. "You want to go for it?"

"Yes," he said. "The idea of spending the night with either Divya or Rekha has an oddly erotic quality to it."

"So are you also saying, you're not going to be bothered if I sleep with another man?"

"I guess that's what it means," he agreed.

"Okay," she said, "but I want you to make love to me tonight."

"Absolutely, sweetheart. You drive a hard bargain."

As agreed, the three couples swapped spouses. Chirag spent the night with Aarti while his wife enjoyed Gautam's company. Nagesh stayed with Divya.

On the last day of the cruise, the six friends met as cruise tablemates for last time and afterwards took a private corner in one of the lounges, as far away from the live band as possible, to continue their dinner conversation.

After a long return flight to Mumbai, Aarti and Nagesh stumbled into their home. They emptied their luggage, tossed dirty clothing into the clothes hamper, took showers and ordered a pizza, which they ate as soon as it arrived.

Nagesh noticed his wife was unusually quiet. She had been since the night three couples made their overnight exchange.

"What's bothering you, hon," he asked.

"I've got a confession to make," she replied.

"You do?" her husband said.

"I think I broke our rule about nothing happening unless we both agree," Aarti said starting to sob.

As soon as Aarti spilled these words, Nagesh saw guilt replace the moroseness on her face since the overnight swap.

Nagesh felt a surge of alarm. "What! What did you do?" he asked.

"I let Chirag fuck my virgin ass," she blurted out. Then she broke down crying, tears running from her eyes.

"You what!" his eyes were wide and his mouth gaped in surprise.

"I let Chirag...."

"He took your virgin ass?"

"Yes," she squeaked like mouse.

Suddenly he roared with laughter.

"It's not funny," she pouted.

Nagesh continued to laugh. Aarti had not expected this reaction.

"You're not angry with me?" she asked.

"Surprised yes, angry no. Why did you expect me to be angry?"

A flush of both relief and confusion washed through Aarti.

"Well, because he sodomized me," she explained, "which is something you've never done."

"And..." he urged.

"And because we said we had to have each other's permission before we let anything happen. Otherwise. It's cheating."

"Ah," he said drawing out the vowel. "Now I get it," her husband responded with the dawn of understanding. "No, I'm not angry, Aarti. Firstly, I've never asked you to let me try your back door because I'm not particularly interested in anal sex. Secondly, we agreed to swap spouses. Remember what Divya said about the overnight swap? Aptly I thought."

"I remember her describing herself as a temporary wife," she recalled.

"Exactly," Nagesh confirmed. "By implication, she was saying you and Rekha were also temporary wives. And what kind of sexual relationship should a husband and wife have?" he asked.

"Whatever gives them mutual pleasure," she answered beginning to understand what her husband was driving at.

"We never specified any limitations on what could took place between us and our partner for the night other than, of course, that whatever we did had to be voluntary. Obviously, that was a choice each temporary couple would make for that night."

Nagesh paused to let his words sink in.

"So the question is," he continued, "did you let him or did Chirag force himself on you? If he forced himself on you, our new friendship with them will come to a very abrupt end and...."

"I let him," she croaked out interrupting her husband.

"I have a question for you, Aarti," Nagesh said, "If, in our many years of marriage, I had asked you to let me take you by the back passage, would you have let me?"

"Before our heart-to-heart talk about our sex life, absolutely not. But when I did research on the Internet, I learned some people actually enjoy having sex that way. At first, I couldn't imagine myself doing something like that, later on I got curious. I even wondered what it would be like to have a cock up my ass."

"You never said anything to me," Nagesh pointed out.

"You never asked. And you just admitted you weren't really interested. So of course, you wouldn't ask! And what would have been the point of admitting to it?"

"That's a very good point, hon," he conceded.

"So you're okay with what happened? Are you saying I didn't break any rules?" she asked anxiously, still feeling a little uncertain, wanting to make sure.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying," he responded.

Aarti burst out in tears.

"Now what?" he asked as he pulled her into his arms.

She looked up smiling. "I'm so happy you're not sore at me. I love you so much, hon. I thought I betrayed you. I felt so bad about myself."

"You're off the hook, hon," he said drawing her in his arms hugging her, "but I am curious to know how it happened. Will you tell me?"

"Okay," she agreed. "There should be no secrets between us."

"It'll be a really interesting story. Both Chirag and Gautam are very hot for you. Let's face it, hon, you're a sexual magnet."

"Flattery will get you every where, husband."

He laughed. "I know, wife. Now tell me to the story," he urged. "We can make out later."

Aarti settled into her husband, his right arm dbanging over her shoulder, and began to recount that evening.

Aarti's Night with Chirag

While Aarti waited for Chirag to arrive, she put on a negligee. Just in case some one other than Chirag happened to knock on the door, she also decided to put on her bathrobe.

The knock came a few minutes later. Aarti opened the door; it was Chirag. As he walked in, she placed the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the outside handle and locked the door.

As soon as she turned around, she noticed his bulging hard-on.

Chirag shrugged his shoulders. "Aarti, a man has to be either gay or dead not to get a hard-on from you," he said.

"Oh Chirag, you're terrible," she said obviously embarrassed.

Although Aarti considered herself to be an experienced swinger now, she still retained a strong sense of modesty.

"What can I say, Aarti. You're one hell of a sexy woman," he added.

Chirag didn't wait waste time. He wanted to see the treats he would be able to enjoy for the night. He took hold of the knot of the cord that kept her bathrobe closed. The robe opened, revealing her negligee.

Aarti giggled at his stare. He was almost drooling. The negligee hid nothing, but he stared at her as if he had never seen her naked before.

Aarti remembered what Nagesh had once told her: 'For some men, a little bit of covering on the good parts is sexier than total nudity.'

Chirag removed his clothes. His erection, now freed from the restraints of his pants, stood at full attention.

Aarti was about to take off her negligee when he stopped her. "Keep it on," he said, "it's sexier."

Chirag led her to the bed. At first there was nothing unusual about his lovemaking. He was a patient and skilful lover. He knew he had to warm her oven before she could cook his meat. For a while, they lay together, kissing and fondling, touching and exploring. In short, they did the usual things that men and women do as foreplay.

Their sensual pleasure for each other grew as the minutes passed. They enjoyed the feel of their roaming hands over each other's sensitized skin.

"You're a very beautiful woman, Aarti," Chirag said, "but can I ask you a personal question?"

His hand was stroking her pubic area, his fingers occasionally gliding into her wet hole or gently brushing against her clitoris.

Aarti shivered at his touch.

"Sure, Chirag, what?"

"Have you ever tried anal?" he asked.

Aarti stopped. She knew some people liked anal sex, but it had never been part of the sex life she shared with Nagesh.

"No, we've never tried it," she admitted. "Nagesh has never asked for it. And I've never even really thought about it."

'The most that Nagesh did,' Aarti thought, 'was to occasionally let his finger dally around her asshole during lovemaking. But he'd never done more than that.'

"Rekha and I do it once in a while when we're in the mood to do something very different," Chirag said.

"Doesn't it hurt," Aarti asked. She was curious.

"Not if it's done right. It can actually be enjoyable."

It finally dawned on Aarti what he was hinting at. "You want to do me in the ass?" she asked suddenly alarmed.

"Yes."

"I don't think I'd like that," she declared.

"I won't make you do it," Chirag promised, "but I will try to seduce you into it."

 

Before Aarti could say anything further, Chirag resumed his lovemaking. He paid special attention to her pussy and sensitive breasts. He performed the same magic on her as he had done during the first swinging party on the ship. She responded with moans of pleasure, Chirag's declared intention temporarily forgotten.

Chirag slipped a finger into her slit to confirm what he already knew. She was wet, ready and willing. He aligned his cock to her love hole and sank his cock into her. He moved in and out of her, slowly at first, then gradually increasing the vigour of his thrusts.

"Oh, ah, that feels so good," she whimpered and mewled.

He continued until he was sure she was getting close to her climax.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

She sighed. "Yes, I'm ready. Just a little more."

Then much to her surprise, Chirag suddenly withdrew.

"Please Chirag, don't stop now. I want you to keep fucking me. I', almost ready to cum. Please," she begged.

"No," he said. "I'm in charge now."

Chirag's commanding words caused a strange stir of anticipation go through Aarti's body. She thrilled at his implication to make her submit to him. She could feel the eagerness in her body to let him have his way with her.

"You will do as I say, Aarti," Chirag commanded.

Aarti was too close to her orgasm. She didn't want it to stop now. "Please, make me cum," she pleaded.

"Only if you agree to do whatever I tell you to do for the rest of the night," Chirag demanded

Aarti was desperate for release. "Yes, yes, I agree. Just fuck me now."

Chirag mounted her again. Chirag's rock-hard cock thrust mightily into her. A few more thrusts quickly brought Aarti to her peak. Suddenly, Aarti lost all restraint as her animal instincts took control. She mewled with joy at vigour of his penile assault.

"Oh, that was so wonderful," she sighed as she started to descend from her climax. "But you didn't cum in me," she complained. "I want your cum in me."

"We're not done yet," Chirag stated.

He pulled out his cock. As much as he wanted his own release, he had other ideas.

Aarti saw that he was still hard. There would be no break for her yet. Chirag got off the bed for a moment. Searching the nightstand drawer, he found what he was looking for, a jar of lube.

"Get on all fours." he panted. "Make sure you point beautiful ass up."

She obeyed. She wanted to expose herself entirely to his view.

While he licked up and down her labia, he put a large quantity of lubrication on his index finger. While still tasting the sweet juices of her pussy, he inserted the tip of his lubed finger into her anal opening.

Aarti clenched her sphincter when she felt his digital intrusion.

"Relax," he commanded. "You agreed to do whatever I say for the rest of the night. So do it. Relax."

"Yes," she said almost meekly.

She made herself relax. The tip of his finger in her asshole felt nice in an odd sort of way.

Chirag noticed Aarti had unclenched her sphincter. He was able to work the tip of his finger passed her sphincter.

Aarti grunted at the intrusion.

"Relax, Aarti," Chirag repeated thinking she was tensing up again.

Slowly, he pushed his finger into her anus up to the first knuckle. Then slightly moved it in and out.

Aarti relaxed some more. She was getting used to having his finger in her anus. She even began to like it.

"Good girl," he said.

Once in a while, Chirag wiggled his finger against her rectal wall.

"Oh," she responded.

Gradually, Chirag sank his lubed finger deeper into her anus. Now two knuckles deep, he withdrew his finger completely from her ass. He put more lube on it, then stuck his finger back into Aarti's asshole up to the second knuckle. For several minutes, he moved his finger in and out, waiting for his Asian lover to get used to it.

Aarti sighed. It felt good.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked rhetorically.

"No."

"What does it feel like?" Chirag asked.

"A little strange."

"But good?"

"Yes," she agreed sighing again.

That was what Chirag wanted to hear.

"I've got two knuckles in you asshole," Chirag told her. "Now I'm going to stick my whole finger in there, okay?"

Chirag didn't wait for her to reply. He stuck his finger into her ass as deep as it would go, evoking a grunt from Aarti but no objection. He stroked her anal passage for several minutes, gently wiggling his finger inside her rectum. He could tell she was accepting his digital penetration of her anus. When she started to push herself against his finger, he knew she was enjoying the strange but exotic sensations of anal stimulation.

Suddenly Chirag stopped.

Aarti was disappointed by the sudden withdrawal of his finger. She was enjoying what he was doing to her.

"I liked what you were doing," she confessed. "Please don't stop."

"Give me a few seconds, lover," he said.

She heard him wash his hands in the washroom. What she didn't know was that he had covered his cock in lube before he washed his hands. With he ass still pointed in his direction, she could hear him approach.

"Okay, lover, let's continue."

"Oh yes, whatever you say, Chirag."

"And whatever I do," he added.

"Yes," she agreed. "Whatever you do."

Aarti felt pressure on her asshole. "Oh yes, I like that," she moaned thinking at first it was his finger again. "Do it some more."

'Then why did he wash his hands?' she suddenly asked herself despite being in a sexual haze.

While Aarti asked herself this question, Chirag was aligning his lubricated cock to her anal opening. He shoved the tip of his cock partially in.

"I like that feel," she replied. "Are you using your thumb this time?" she asked.

Chirag laughed. "It's not my thumb; it's the tip of my cock."

He gave her no chance to reply. He pushed in further.

'That's too big to be a thumb,' Aarti told herself as she felt him enter the back door.

"Oh god," she said out loud, "It feels good. I hope I don't fart," she added.

Chirag couldn't help himself. He started to laugh so hard, he had to pull himself out of her ass.

"Stop it," he said spanking her lightly on her ass. "You might break the mood."

"Sorry," Aarti said. She stuck her ass back into the air. "Get to it."

Once more, Chirag aligned his hot rod with Aarti's down chute. He pushed in gently. He was able to pass her sphincter. He stroked in and out of her for a while gradually working his way into her until half his cock was inside.

"My cock is already half-way in, Aarti. Do you want me to pull out?" he asked.

"No," she confessed. "I want to know what it's like."

Slowly but surely Chirag worked his cock deeper into her back passage until he was all the way in.

An "oh" escaped her lips as Chirag thrust his cock all the way into her. Aarti knew he was all the way in because she felt his balls flop against her sensitive pussy. There was no turning back for her now.

"Do what you want, Chirag," she grunted. "Do me. Fill my ass with your cum."

While he pumping into her exit chute, Chirag fingered her vulva and teased her clitoris. After a few more minutes Aarti came hard. Chirag spilled himself into her rectum.

"I liked it, Chirag," Aarti confessed, "but I still prefer to have a hard cock in my pussy."

"Rekha and I don't it often," Chirag said, "but variety is the spice of life."

"Would you consider doing it again?" he asked."

"Yes, if it is done as gently as you did it," she admitted.

* * *

"We slept for the rest of the night," Aarti told her husband. "He fucked me one more time before I left, the regular way this time. While I was waiting for you to come back, my guilt for letting Chirag take me in the ass hit me."

"As I said, hon, don't worry about it," Nagesh said. "The main thing is that you enjoyed yourself."

"And what did you and Divya do," Aarti asked.

"Nothing as unusual as you did but my evening with her had an interesting twist too," he replied.

"Oh yeah? What?" she demanded.

"Patience, sweetheart. I'll tell you my story."

"Okay, hon," she said.

Nagesh's Night with....

After Nagesh left Aarti behind in their stateroom, he went straight to Divya and Gautam's stateroom. Just as he approached the door, Gautam came out the door."

"Go right in, buddy," Gautam urged, "she's expecting you." He walked up the nearby stairs heading towards Rekha and Chirag's stateroom.

"Make sure you put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign out and lock the door before push back the curtain," Divya told him. "I'm not decent. I don't want anyone to see who shouldn't," she added.

Nagesh walked in and did as she requested. The curtain, he knew, preserved privacy by blocking anyone who happened to walk by from seeing into the room when the door was open.

"Do you want me to close my eyes?" he asked.

Divya laughed. "Always the gentleman. No, you can pull the curtain and look."

What he saw gave him an instant hard-on. His mouth went dry. Divya was lying on her back. Her legs were wide-open and her femininity was completely exposed to his view. Her bush was trimmed.

"Well," she said obviously anticipating what was to come, "come over here and help yourself to my treats."

Nagesh flung off his clothes. He went to the bed and reclined beside her.

"You are one very delicious treat," he said.

Nagesh had tasted them a few days earlier on the first night they swapped with the frisky foursome. He was hungry for more.

Nagesh took a tit in his mouth. His hand wandered to her trimmed vee. It was glistening; she was already wet.

Then they heard a knock at the door.

'Damn,' Nagesh thought. 'Who could that be? I was just getting started.'

"Hold on, lover," Divya said to Nagesh. "Coming! Just give a second," she yelled loud enough for whoever was outside the door to hear.

Divya put on her bathrobe, making sure her entire body was covered. Nagesh got off the bed. He sat on the couch out of sight from whoever might be looking in from the door.

She winked at Nagesh. "some more delights have arrived," she declared enigmatically.

Divya closed the curtain before opening the door. Nagesh could have sworn he heard someone step in.

He got his confirmation a few seconds later. It was Rekha.

Nagesh's bewilderment must have been obvious.

"You're getting two treats for the price of one," Divya laughed.

"But what about Gautam?" Nagesh asked.

"It was his idea," Rekha said. "After he heard about Aarti's first swinging experience on your very first cruise, and because you let him be the first man other than yourself to have unprotected sex with Aarti, he thought it was only right you should enjoy a special experience too."

 

Nagesh liked the idea, but he was curious about Gautam. "So what's he going to do?" Nagesh asked.

"He's going to watch a couple of movies until I get back," Rekha replied. "We're going to double-team you for a couple of hours. Then I'll go back to my stateroom to have some fun with Gautam. As you can tell, there's not enough room on the bed for three people to sleep over night."

"Okay," he said, "you girls seem to have decided what's going to happen. So, let it happen."

Rekha undressed while Divya removed her bathrobe. Nagesh crawled back onto the bed.

"Lie down lover," Divya said.

Nagesh did as she asked.

The women got on the bed, one on each side. They kissed and caressed him up and down his chest for a while. When they licked him, their hands went to his genitals. When one stroked his cock, the other cupped his balls in her hands and rolled gently as if they were dice made of glass.

"Come on girls. As much as I enjoy your attention, I want you two girls to get hot too," he urged.

"Don't worry about it," Divya said. "Just feel us up while we work on you," she added.

Nagesh did but he felt he was in a more excited state than they were.

"He's got a point," Rekha laughed while looking at his stiff cock. "We should have our fun too. If his rocket blasts off into space too soon, we'll miss seeing the stars."

"True," Divya said, "but don't forget. You've still got my husband back at your stateroom to take care of."

"I'll tell you what," Rekha said. "You sit on his face and feed him your pussy. I'll suck his cock."

Okay, that sounds like a plan," Divya said delighted at her friend's suggestion.

Both women knew from experience that Nagesh was skilful with his tongue and mouth.

Divya rubbed her nether lips across his mouth. "Still tastes good?" she asked.

"Mmm um, uh," he grunted, his words muffled by her muff.

"I think that was a yes," Divya said chuckling.

In the meantime, Rekha was sucking his cock. She felt it twitch in her mouth.

Rekha her mouth off his cock. "He's really getting too excited," she announced.

"You'd better stop then," Divya said. "You've already had his bare cock cum inside you," she reminded her friend. "I want my turn. Don't forget he had a condom on when I rode him that first night we swung with them."

"Let's switch places," Rekha suggested. "I can tell his mouth is already having an effect on you. I can see it in your face."

They switched. Rekha placed her pussy on Nagesh's mouth. Nagesh licked and sucked her wet pussy.

Divya, however, decided not to touch Nagesh's cock or put her mouth on it. Instead, she put her leg over Nagesh's body and placed her pussy against his stiff member. Divya was desperate to put his bare cock inside her but decided to wait, hoping that lapping at Rekha's private parts would distract his attention from his penis.

Divya touched Nagesh's hot rod every few moments to remind him of what his hot rod was missing. Nagesh didn't need the reminder; he knew what he was missing and what he wanted.

Divya fingered herself. Nagesh's skilful mouth added to her arousal. She wanted to maintain her state of arousal until the time was right for her to jump onto Nagesh's saddle and put his horn into her slippery womb.

After a few minutes, Rekha let out a sigh. She bathed Nagesh's face in her juices.

"Hey!" Divya protested good-naturedly. He's supposed to me mine tonight."

"Don't worry about it," Rekha laughed. You'll still get best part," she said looking behind her and seeing her friend straddle the supine man.

Rekha quickly got off Nagesh's face. She ducked into the washroom, dampened a small face cloth and then quickly wiped his face of her female fluids.

"He's all yours now," Rekha declared. "I got to rush back to the stateroom. I want some cock in me too and your husband is in need of some hospitality."

Rekha dressed quickly. Divya put her bathrobe back on. After Rekha left, Divya locked the door.

"Where were we," she wondered as she threw off her bathrobe. "Oh yes, let me get back on your face for a few moments."

Divya faced down his body. She stared at Nagesh's throbbing penis. She could tell it was on a hair-trigger. She decided not to touch it for now. She stuck her pussy onto his face. He would know what to do, and he did it.

Nagesh knew what she wanted. He was not the kind of guy to refuse a lady. He gave her vulva, the same attention as Rekha had just received a few minutes earlier. The two women tasted differently but both tasted good.

When she felt her arousal increase, Divya had an overwhelming urge to suck on Nagesh's cock. She bent toward it, grabbed it, and stuck it into her mouth. They were now in the 69-position. She sucked very gently on his hard rod. It throbbed. She didn't want him to cum in her mouth; she had to be careful.

Meanwhile, Divya felt the sexual tension build between her legs. She was approaching her own point of no return.

Divya got off Nagesh's face. She switched around again to face him. She slid her wet pussy down his belly until she felt the jabbing of his cock. He was very hard and she was very wet. All she had to do was feel the tip of his cock between her labia and slide down. That is exactly what she did.

The two lovers were so close to the edge for so long that they both started cumming within seconds of full penetration. Divya moaned out her lust as she felt Nagesh fill her insides with his cum.

After that the two lovers took a break. They had sex once more before falling asleep and again after they woke up the following morning.

"So that's what happened," Nagesh said concluding his story.

"We've become full-fledged swingers," Aarti observed. She put her arms around her husband. "Any regrets?"

"No, I had a lot of fun. And you?"

"Me too," she said. "I like swinging. It's exciting. As much as I enjoy sex with you, hon, I admit the thought of a little variety makes me horny."

"Different pussy makes me hot too," he agreed.

"I have to confess something else, though," she said almost shyly."

"Oh?" he questioned.

"I'm glad we used condoms only on the first night. I loved the feel of bare cock inside me. It made me even hotter to have Chirag and Gautam fill my unprotected womb with their cum.

"Does my saying that bother you?" she asked realizing how wanton she must have sounded.

"No hon," he said. "I really enjoyed outing my cock into Divya's and Rekha's unprotected pussies for essentially the same reason."

Aarti looked relieved. Her husband bore no grudge against her for having anal sex with Chirag.

"So I guess that means we're going to become the third couple in their swinging group?" Aarti asked.

"Only if you want to," he replied.

"I want to," she said kissing him. "We'll accept their invitations and we should reciprocate by inviting them too."

"It sounds good to me," Nagesh said. "But there's still one thing better than swinging," Nagesh noted.

"What's that," Aarti asked."

"Loving you," he said.

She smiled, gave him a peck. "I love you so much, Nagesh. But we have chores to do."

Aarti was happy. Nagesh seemed to have the knack to say the right thing at exactly the right time.

With that, they spent the rest of the evening unpacking their luggage, calling their children to tell them they were safely back, and preparing for their return to work. But in the back of his mind, Nagesh noted that his wife had once again allowed a man to take control.

The three couples met briefly at breakfast on the following morning. They agreed to meet on the second Saturday of every month, provided of course, they had no other obligations.

A week later, Aarti found her husband in a pensive mood.

"You've got something on your mind, Nagesh."

"Yes, hon, I've been extremely busy at work since our cruise. Now I have to take a few business trips to the South. Some of the regional offices have invited me to train their staff. My boss says I'm a good trainer because I know how to make information management policies and procedures understandable to staff. He encouraged me to accept the invitations and also asked me to attend an information management conference in Bangalore. I'll be away for almost three of next four weeks. The only good thing is there will no more business travelling for the next few months after that."

"Well, we do have to work for living, Nagesh," she sighed sympathizing with her husband. "Consider yourself lucky. These business trips are the exception rather than the rule," she observed. "You just hit a bad streak. That's all."

"Worse," he continued smiling, "these business trips will put a damper on our sex life. We won't be able pay our new swinging friends a visit until this rash of business trips is over."

"You have to do what you have to do," she said philosophically.

"Even in the week since we came back, I've been up to my eyeballs in work because of a major legal case has come up. We've had difficulty finding some important documents staff failed to pay proper attention to the management of their records. I've had to put in overtime to find them. I feel drained," he complained."

"I don't like the way your job has been draining you either," Aarti replied wryly. "That's my job." She batted her almond-shaped eyes.

Nagesh smiled broadly at her corny double entendre. He drew sweet wife into his arms and gave her a deep loving kiss, then grabbed her butt for good measure.

"You've got something in the tank?" Aarti asked.

"Don't go there, hon. I have to get back to work on preparing training materials and my conference presentation. I thought I'd be able to do it all at work but it's not turned out that way. You know what I'm like, thorough and fastidious. Every word has to convey a message to my audience."

With that, Nagesh went back to the computer. "Where was I..." he mumbled to himself.

* * *

Several weeks later, Nagesh returned home from the last of his business trips. It didn't help that his flight home was delayed. He had to wait for several hours before a seat became available. Exhausted, he was finally able to drag himself through the door. He had only enough energy to give his wife a perfunctory kiss, then headed straight for the shower.

Nagesh enjoyed his showers. He not only washed away the day's dirt and the sweat, but also symbolically washed away his cares at work. Nagesh strongly believed in separating his private life from his work life. Aarti liked that about him; she shared his attitude.

Dinner was ready by the time Nagesh finished showering. The next day was a Friday; it also happened to be a holiday. Friday was a holiday. The couple looked forward to having a relaxing three-day weekend together.

After dinner and dishes, Nagesh went to the living room where he took his habitual place on the sofa and stretched his legs on the ottoman. He patted a place beside him, a clear invitation to his wife to cuddle and snuggle. It meant that he was finally beginning to relax.

'Good,' Aarti mused, 'he's coming down from his work high, or should I say work low.'

She sat down beside him and put her head on his shoulder. "Mmm," it's nice to have my man back," she said.

Nagesh curled his arms around her shoulders. "It feels really good to have the love of my life in my arms again too," he said. "I feel so much better already."

They snuggled silently for a few moments.

"I've got a surprise for you," Aarti perked up.

"Is it something like the surprise you gave me after we came home from the cruise?"

"Of course not," she laughed. "You'll like this surprise," she declared.

"Okay, what's the surprise?" Nagesh asked.

Nagesh noticed she had a silly smirk on her face.

"You'll find out later," she said coquettishly.

Nagesh shrugged. He decided to let her tell him in her own way and in her own time. He was intrigued but willing to play along.

They lay in each other's arms for a while longer, exchanging tender kisses and caresses.

Aarti sensed him becoming more relaxed. The husband and lover she knew and loved was almost back.

"How do feel now, hon?" she asked after a few more moments.

"Sweetie, when I'm with you, I always feel so much better," he replied embracing her.

As far as Aarti was concerned, the moment had arrived.

"That's good, lover. It's time for your surprise. You wait here for a few minutes. Okay?"

"Whatever you say, hon."

Aarti went to the bedroom.

A few minutes later she called out to her husband. "Hon, could you come to the bedroom please? But don't walk in. Put your hand on the doorknob and then close your eyes. No peeking. Don't open them until I say so. Okay?"

"Okay" he agreed somewhat bemused by her peculiar behaviour but also wondering what she had in store.

He put his hand on the door and closed his eyes.

"My eyes are closed, Aarti," he called through the door.

"Okay, come in a few steps but don't open your eyes."

"Why all the mystery?" he enquired as he opened the door, his eyes still closed.

"You'll see," she giggled. "For sure you'll really see," she said emphasizing the word 'really'.

He stepped in. "Now what?"

"Okay, open your eyes," she giggled again.

He did. And what he saw caused his cock to stand erect almost immediately. She was reclining on her back, which was propped by pillows. Her legs were spread wide-open. Her pussy was absolutely naked! No bush! Not a single pubic hair was visible on her love triangle! It was glorious!

Nagesh's eyes seem to pop out of his head. He fixated on the wondrous hairless slit between her creamy-white and silky-smooth thighs. Like a doomed star falling into a stellar black hole, he stumbled toward the bed, dropped onto his knees, and clamped his mouth on her naked pussy.

Grabbing her around her hips, Nagesh used his strength to push her vee up against his mouth almost as if he were trying to eat her. He latched onto her sweet snatch like a limpet on a rock in an intertidal pool. He French-kissed her pussy lips with the same passion as normally French-kissed her mouth.

Nagesh lashed his tongue up and down her labia, sticking his tongue into her as far as he could go. She was wet with excitement. She tasted good.

Nagesh sucked her clitoris. Aarti squirmed; she moaned with pleasure. Once more he focussed on her lower lips, paying special lingual attention to each individual fold of her labia. He tried to again to put her pussy inside his mouth, savouring each and every contour of hot, smooth sexual parts. Every time he stuck his tongue into her vaginal opening, he relished the taste of her sexual juices. He lapped at her eagerly. He did not want to lose a single drop of her feminine liqueur.

His whole world seemed to centre on her bald hot spot. "Give me more," he mumbled almost to himself. "This tastes so good. Give me more!" he said more loudly. "Cum in my mouth."

He resumed limpet-like suction. Nothing could feel and taste better than the hairless gourmet pie in his mouth.

Nagesh's sudden, vigorous ardour initially caught Aarti by surprise, but only for an instant. She welcomed his ardour. She showed her eagerness by pulling his head into her love nest. She flexed her hips upwards as if she were trying to swallow his tongue with her vaginal mouth. She enjoyed her husband's exceptionally skilful mouth and tongue, but she enjoyed even more his lustful, unrestrained passion for her.

Aarti felt her body submit to his erotic assault. She gasped and groaned in pleasure. Tremors of pleasure coursed through her body. Soon she would capitulate to her man; she would let him completely have his way with her.

She heard his demand to cum in his mouth as he feverishly worked between her legs. What started off as tremo turned into a massive orgasmic earthquake that shook her entire body.

Once her climax passed, Aarti flopped back, spent. Her breathing was heavy. Her eyes were closed. She was as much surprised by her own sudden ardour as she was by his.

Nagesh's mouth fell away from her love triangle, but only for a moment. She felt the bed move. The head of his rock-hard penis enter her soaking-wet womb. It went in easily, and deeply, into her eager body.

Nagesh's lustful penetration caused her passion to surge once again. She was multi-orgasmic. Having just had one orgasm, she was ready, willing and wanting more. She undulated her pelvis in an effort to travel up and down his shaft. He pumped into her vigorously. Both were primed. Both knew another big O was the horizon. And it came, for both of them this time.

"I thought you might like to see my pussy completely shaven," she said finally, "but I had no idea it would turn you into a horny super-stud."

"I learned something new about myself," he said. "I love pussy, but I love naked pussy even more. I'm hungry for pussy. I am a gourmet for bald pussy, especially yours."