The sun had just about set, the glow of the fire burning was making a shadow and light play that was beuatiful. I went to Rita. We kissed for a while, I rubbed her hardening nipples over the T-shirt and she moaned.

Breaking away we sat down.

Fez came out, her hair wet still, looking delicious. I tried to avoid her eyes, infact we avoided each other the most part of the night.

Someone, I can't remember who suggested that we play just one game. That we give the cards to the girls one each and fuck them all in turn according to the draw. Well if they wanted to have two at a time then they could too, Rana grinned.

We insisted that Rana get the first fuck with her. It was only fair as the lovers must have been pining for each other. I wondered what would happen when Rita came up next, or Fez after that. If this was testing limitations, mine had been drawn. I could stand either being fucked in public, and I could stand the thought of them being fucked by someone else.

Somone else suggested, thank heavens, that why the hell make it limited, everyone was horny and let us all fuck the hole we could find.

I chose Rita, vaguely feeling she was disappointed, I must have been mistaken. For when I entered her she was as vociferous as last night. Her pussy looked swollen and tighter than before. The feeling of familiar pussy around my cock was great. We got into familiar love making. We kissed and prosfessed love. If I had sensed any disappointment before there was none when we came and huddled together.

I looked over her shoulder as Rahul and Fez were kissing, his fresh semen oozing out of her pussy. I felt a pang of jealousy. I shook my head and looked towards Nasreen and Rana who were still going strong. I felt a strange disconnection. While I had been lusting for Nasreen last night, hoping I would get a shot with, I felt happy watching the lovers with their men and women now.

I sighed. We ate the deer meat, well done and crispy at places and enjoyed the wine.

We talked most of the night, naked, cuddled into our lovers arms, kissing a little, necking and making love when fancy took us.

Near midnight Rana said: "Listen guys. I think we have done all that we could possibly do. Sirf agar kisi ko kisi gand marna hai to batao. Other wise we have fucked and everyone has had a go with everyone except Nasreen and Raj. So with Nasreen's permission we would like to exchange girls for tonight. What say?"

"Since that is the way it is, why not we do the same too. Let Munaf have Fez and I want Juhi?"

"Sure." Munaf nodded. "Juhi, meri jaan, tere saath ek raat...."

Juhi blushed. Fez was staring at me. Rita seemed happy with the arangement.

"I have a suggestion too. All this sex is a little boring, to me at least."

"I heard cat calls of "Budda" "Party pooper" but I kept a straight face.

"So tomorrow we go back to our dress selves and if any of us get horny we can still request to borrow our girls, no restrictions there. But otherwise let us have a little normal fun..." I finished feeling a little sheepish and staid.

"I think Raj has a point." Fez boosted my argument. "For the duration of this trip which is anway only one tomorrow night left, we will go back to our boys. Agar kisi ki choot mein kisi ke liye khujli ho rahi hai to beshak who request karein. There shouldn't be any problems with it."

I asked to be excused. I could sleep in the open. I took Nasreen and went in. Finding the place in the other end of the room, I began to undress Nasreen. Making love to her, in the beginning with thoughts of Rita and Fez cropping was a mess. But slowly I lost myself in the beautful full blooded woman. She reponded in kind. We ended up making love twice.

With a final of hot passionate fuck we slept. I wanted to go and check what Fez and Munaf were doing, they had opted to sleep outside. I controlled the urge and fell into a fitful sleep.

Doosre din hum sab ghoomne nikle. Main aur Rita Fez ki peeche jo akele chal rahi thi. Pehle hum ek lake ki taraf nikle jo yahan kafi khareeb tha. Aur jab wapas aa rahe the to main apne aap ko akela paaya. Rita Munaf aur Juhi ke saath kuch hansi mazak karte hue peeche rehgayi. I caught up with Fez. We walked in silence.

"So what are your plans after we return?"

"Wapas gaon jaana hai Faiz. Phir Yale ke liye apply kiya hai, agar miljaye to accha hoga."

"Milega kyon nahin. Agar milgaya toh kab jaa rahe ho."

"ASAP."

"Faiz?"

"Raj?"

"Hum...."

"Don't talk of that Raj."

We walked for a while in silence, Rahul joined us and soon it was a whole group together.

There was a new type of togetherness in the group, a kind that comes with deep intimacy and knowledge that we might not meet again for a long time. We spent the night with our own girls. Some made love. Rita's insatiable lust had not abated. We made love too in the dark corner of the room.

The next day we packed, set the things in order in the room and satrted our journey back.

I left for my village the next day. A week later I received a call. Based on my previous years results they had accepted me at Yale. I reached Delhi, called Fez. I was told she had gone outstation. Rana told me that she had gone back to the cottage and wanted to spend time reading there. I wondered what she was reading. All the guys came to leave me at airport. Rita was in tears. I promised her I would keep in touch and come back to marry her.

It was a terrible three years for me. At times penniless, at times hungry. I had not enough money to rent an partment. I made some friends and lived from one place to another. I lived a couple time of hospital bed, ate from food served to homeless. But my aim was to do well in studies. I did well.

A couple of times I tried calling Fez from a tampered phone booth where you could just use a dime to call long distance. Each time she was out. I spoke to Rita her studies were going well too.

When I finally, in the last month of the studies got a call from a software giant, I took it without even thinking of the future. All I wanted was a place of my own and some proper clothes on my back.

I stayed with the company for a year. Saving enough, having learnt to live on little.

I returned home, going straight to Bombay and then to Rita. We had a wonderful three days together. I came to Delhi, having decided to spend at least a couple of days with Fez.

Mrs Irshad answered the door, somehow she had not changed a bit from the college days, the sex and makeup keeping her in good shape. But I found her haggard and old. I found her very distasteful. How perspectives change. A few years ago I would have licked her pussy with relish, the though of that I found repulsive.

She told me Fez was not in, she spent a lot of time at the cottage these days. She was there now. Somehow I had a very good relationship with Mr Irshad. He askd me how things were and was interested to know that I was going to very start my own business. We talked for a long while, he offered my some Scotch Whiskey.

"Ab bade ho gaye ho Sarkar, ek peg lene ke khabil toh ho."

I couldn't refuse. He told me he was worried about Fez. "Bahot akeli rehti hai. Abhi dekh lo. Pichle hi hafte khareeb dus din bita kar aayi cottage par, waps aayi, do din kuch kitabaon ki shopping ki aur wapas chali gayi. It is good that we have satelite phones now, kabhi kabhi call karke baat karleti hai. I would be very worried otherwise. Yaar tum us bachi se baat karke dekho. Shayad kuch us ki aqal mein baat aaye."

I told him I would like to and could I get a ride to the cottage. He made a call and told me the chopper would be ready at his corporate office at eight tomorrow morning.

I reached the cottage in less than an hour. There was no one there. But the place looked lived in and had improved a lot. The living room was with a new look. A giant TV with brand new furniture. There was a half empty pot of coffee on the kitchen table, still lukewarm. I knew where she had gone.

I told the driver to go back and return the day after.

I took a shower and and since I had not brought any change of clothes I started my walk through the hilly terrain. I reached the top of the hill in good time, pleased with my own physique. I passed the hall we had made love in. A lot had changed here too. There were several comforters, one on top of the other spread nicely in a corner to make a bed. Pillow and a blanket. A couple of lanterns hung on nails driven into the wall.

I walked around, quietly and found her under a tree, reading. She looked a little older. Didn't we all? But she looked tired and old. "Faiz." I called softly. She dropped her book and jumped.

"Raj." Looking all around and saw me on the edge of the step. "Is it really you?"

I walked into the sunlight. "Yes it is, and I need to ask the same thing. Kya kar rahi ho."

"Living. The way I want to."

We sat together for a while, not speaking. Then she asked. "Rita se mil aaye?"

"Haan, we are getting married in less than a year."

"Good for you. I am happy for both of you."

"I see a lot more things in the hall, looks like you spend quite a lot of time here."

"Haan. I like it here."

"Is it okay. You must be alone and..."

"Oh it is okay. I am not afraid of dark and there are no wild animals here, a few monkeys from time to time..."

"With one disturbing you right now." I grinned.

I wanted to touch her. I wanted to hold her and make love to her. But this was no limit testing trip. There was Rita hanging between us like a think curtain. "Anything to eat?"

"I have a few cans of soup, I usually keep them in sun for while and eat it. Come. How did you come?"

"Your dad's chopper. I asked to him to come back the day after. I have a flight in the evening back to California."

"I though I heard the sound. Eat your soup and we go back to the cottage. No reason why you have to spend it here."

"I would mind, actually."

"No, we need to go anyway, there is hardly enough kerosene for the lanterns.