As a young man of eighteen, I had lusted after many neighbourhood Bhabhis and Aunties. I had a crush on one of my lady teachers too. My imagination was fertile. I used to imagine that some of the girls in my college were eager to be fucked by me. But nothing out of the ordinary ever happened. I remained a virgin until my marriage and monogamous after that. The day I turned 30, I said to myself, ‘Drop these stupid thoughts. Middle age has started now, and fantasies will remain fantasies.’ When I look back, I realize that there have been a number of significant moments in the intervening period - getting my degree in software engineering, starting my first job in Bangalore, marrying Saira, moving to U.S.A. to join a company owned by an Indian, Mr. Mukul Mehra, and so on. And now, here I was, Sajid Rana, standing on the threshold of yet another major landmark, becoming a partner in the software company that I have been working for these past five years. Had I but known it then, I was actually standing on the threshold of two life-changing events.
Being instrumental in completing a number of complex projects on time and under budget, I had contributed to the rapid growth of the company that prompted Mr. Mehra, or Mukul as I used to call him according to American culture, to offer me the partnership. And that is why Saira and I were invited to Mukul's house to meet his wife and have dinner with them by way of 'sealing the deal' as it were.
Saira is my idea of the ideal woman; she is smart, intelligent, a bit of a risk-taker (which I am certainly not) and very cute. We had an arranged marriage. She has straight, black hair which reaches down below her shoulders, perky, 34B breasts (my favourite size) and a gorgeous, tight little bottom. Her legs are comparatively long for her 5' 5" height. We are both 33 years old and have been happily married for six years. Tonight she looked particularly attractive in her little black Western dress, black stockings and heels.
I had met Mukul's wife, Madhavi a few times but Saira had not met her before. Mukul is 42, an ambitious, dynamic and driven individual who has been largely responsible for the success of the company and has made a fortune along the way. He is not, to my eyes, particularly handsome, but his charisma and powerful character are undoubtedly attractive to women, if the responses of the girls in the office whenever he steps into the room are anything to go by.
Madhavi is, perhaps, 37 or 38 and very attractive. She is somewhat taller and bigger framed than Saira, maybe 5' 8", with bigger breasts (36C by my estimate) and wider hips, which make her bum bigger than Sarah's, but overall she is perfectly proportioned and her body is in great shape. She has almost jet black hair, a little shorter than Sarah's, dark brown, seductive eyes and a winning smile. Tonight she was wearing white trousers that showed off her bottom to great effect and a floaty white blouse that was as loose as her trousers were tight, but which defined the shape of her shoulders and, most effectively, the swell and extent of her breasts. She looked awesome.
It took a little while to break the ice, especially between the women, but after a few drinks we all began to loosen up and the conversation became easier. When we sat down for dinner, with Saira sitting opposite Mukul and me sitting across from Madhavi, it became apparent that Mukul had cooked the meal; the food was delicious, yet another proficiency to add to Mukul's long list of accomplishments. By the time we had eaten dessert and consumed three bottles of red wine, all of us were on first name terms, and Madhavi had become Madhu to Saira and me as she was to her husband.
We were talking comfortably with one another about a range of topics, each being careful, as this was primarily a social occasion, to avoid the topic of work and my impending partnership. The wine and good company were beginning to take effect and I felt very relaxed indeed, even when Saira and Mukul began flirting outrageously with one another. I'm not sure that Madhu was too happy about this, as she suddenly excused herself and said that she was going to prepare some coffee. As she walked away from the table I couldn't help but stare at her bottom as it swayed with each step. When she returned a few minutes later the conversation continued in more sober vein until, that is, Saira asked what, on the face of it, was a very innocent question.
'So,' she enquired, shifting her gaze from Mukul to Madhu and back again, 'what do you do to unwind from the stress of work and life?'
Mukul looked quickly at Madhu and an impish grin crossed his lips.
'We swing,' Mukul answered without any hesitation.
I imagined a loud, dull thudding noise, which would have been the sound of my jaw dropping and hitting the table. Saira, however, takes revelations like this much more in her stride.
'Oh! Really?' she exclaimed, 'I thought that happened only in porn stories ... and fantasy.'
'It obviously happens in fantasy and stories, but some people do it in real life too, and enjoy it.' Mukul replied.
'Can you tell more?' she exclaimed, 'I mean how is it done and with whom?'
Mukul explained that he and Madhu had formed a group with three other couples who met at parties at one another's house every few weeks in which swinging was a regular feature, although sometimes the participants remained with their spouses but had sex in each other’s presence. He said that because everyone knew each other, the environment was very safe and relaxed. Lately, they had started thinking of introducing some new couple(s) to the group to liven up things.
'Oh God,' Saira exclaimed, 'isn’t that fantastic? Can common people like us do that?' I looked at her aghast; was she serious? The glint in her eyes and smile on her lips told me that she might actually be telling the truth, although it was something that we had never ever discussed between us.
'Really?' Mukul asked looking at Saira with undisguised lust, ‘The other couples in our group are all Americans. Madhu and I yearn to have an Indian couple in the group.’ I began to feel uncomfortable.
'I think it would be such a blast,' Saira responded, 'with the right people of course,' she added, moderating her enthusiasm, but giving Mukul a meaningful smile.
I looked at my wife as if I was seeing her for the first time, and certainly in a new light. I didn't know where this was leading but I hoped that Mukul would be sensible.
'Well,' he said, looking into Saira's eyes. I gazed across at Madhu, trying to gauge her reaction to the latest developments; she was leaning slightly forward in her seat, her chin resting on her clasped hands, looking relaxed and demure, with her eyes focused on Saira. I thought I detected a twinkle in them.
'I take it, especially from Sajid's reaction here, that this is something that you have not discussed. Would I be right?'
Saira nodded silently, as if she had been chastised. 'Then that is what I would advise,' Mukul continued, 'before taking it further. It's a big step and you both have to be entirely comfortable.'
Mukul looked at me and I nodded sheepishly, relieved that he had apparently defused the situation although my stomach somersaulted again as he turned to his wife and added 'But if you decide that this is what you want, Madhu and I would be glad to introduce you to the lifestyle, wouldn't we?'
Madhu looked at Saira and then at me, 'Oh yes,' she replied, a low, honey-richness to her voice, a sensuous, encouraging smile on her lips. 'But for now perhaps we should take our coffees over to the sofas where we can be more comfortable?' she suggested, and I thought I detected a certain ambiguity in the way she spoke.
We took our coffees over to the lounge area where three white leather sofas were arranged in a horseshoe pattern around a smoked glass coffee table, the open side facing a white marble fireplace within which a log fire burned brightly.
By coincidence (or design?), Mukul and Saira ended up sitting next to one another on the sofa directly facing the fireplace and Madhu and I took our seats on the sofa on their right.
I thought that the natural break in our conversation occasioned by our relocation to the lounge area would mean that the most recent topic would finally be set aside, although I have to confess that sensing the proximity of Madhu's body as we sat side by side on the sofa, the prospect of seeing her naked and the possibility of actually coupling with her did pass through my mind and I could feel my body react.
Any attempt to set aside such lascivious thoughts was, however, thwarted by Saira, whose curiosity was clearly piqued and she was eager to know more. She began to quiz our hosts about the mechanics of swinging.
Mukul explained everything that Saira wanted to know. I have to admit that Mukul's narrative was alluring and I was beginning to feel aroused. I imagined that Saira was too; she was asking more intimate questions and sliding closer to Mukul on the sofa as he spoke. Mukul talked of their experiences for quite a while, as the three of us listened and drank more wine (Madhu had replaced coffee with wine).
'It sounds really exciting,' Saira said in a low, husky voice full of emotion and sexiness.
Saira suddenly reached behind her neck with her right hand, scooped her blonde hair together and drew it over her right shoulder. She tilted her head to the right side, and tried to insert her hand inside the dress saying, ‘It seems like an insect bite. It is itching.’ Her soft, creamy neck and, perhaps more importantly, the zip at the top of her dress was now on display. Mukul was quick to help her by replacing her hand by his own. He scratched the back of her shoulder gently, blowing his hot breath on the bare area. Saira sighed in response and swayed her shoulders seductively under his hands. Mukul took this as his invitation.
Being instrumental in completing a number of complex projects on time and under budget, I had contributed to the rapid growth of the company that prompted Mr. Mehra, or Mukul as I used to call him according to American culture, to offer me the partnership. And that is why Saira and I were invited to Mukul's house to meet his wife and have dinner with them by way of 'sealing the deal' as it were.
Saira is my idea of the ideal woman; she is smart, intelligent, a bit of a risk-taker (which I am certainly not) and very cute. We had an arranged marriage. She has straight, black hair which reaches down below her shoulders, perky, 34B breasts (my favourite size) and a gorgeous, tight little bottom. Her legs are comparatively long for her 5' 5" height. We are both 33 years old and have been happily married for six years. Tonight she looked particularly attractive in her little black Western dress, black stockings and heels.
I had met Mukul's wife, Madhavi a few times but Saira had not met her before. Mukul is 42, an ambitious, dynamic and driven individual who has been largely responsible for the success of the company and has made a fortune along the way. He is not, to my eyes, particularly handsome, but his charisma and powerful character are undoubtedly attractive to women, if the responses of the girls in the office whenever he steps into the room are anything to go by.
Madhavi is, perhaps, 37 or 38 and very attractive. She is somewhat taller and bigger framed than Saira, maybe 5' 8", with bigger breasts (36C by my estimate) and wider hips, which make her bum bigger than Sarah's, but overall she is perfectly proportioned and her body is in great shape. She has almost jet black hair, a little shorter than Sarah's, dark brown, seductive eyes and a winning smile. Tonight she was wearing white trousers that showed off her bottom to great effect and a floaty white blouse that was as loose as her trousers were tight, but which defined the shape of her shoulders and, most effectively, the swell and extent of her breasts. She looked awesome.
It took a little while to break the ice, especially between the women, but after a few drinks we all began to loosen up and the conversation became easier. When we sat down for dinner, with Saira sitting opposite Mukul and me sitting across from Madhavi, it became apparent that Mukul had cooked the meal; the food was delicious, yet another proficiency to add to Mukul's long list of accomplishments. By the time we had eaten dessert and consumed three bottles of red wine, all of us were on first name terms, and Madhavi had become Madhu to Saira and me as she was to her husband.
We were talking comfortably with one another about a range of topics, each being careful, as this was primarily a social occasion, to avoid the topic of work and my impending partnership. The wine and good company were beginning to take effect and I felt very relaxed indeed, even when Saira and Mukul began flirting outrageously with one another. I'm not sure that Madhu was too happy about this, as she suddenly excused herself and said that she was going to prepare some coffee. As she walked away from the table I couldn't help but stare at her bottom as it swayed with each step. When she returned a few minutes later the conversation continued in more sober vein until, that is, Saira asked what, on the face of it, was a very innocent question.
'So,' she enquired, shifting her gaze from Mukul to Madhu and back again, 'what do you do to unwind from the stress of work and life?'
Mukul looked quickly at Madhu and an impish grin crossed his lips.
'We swing,' Mukul answered without any hesitation.
I imagined a loud, dull thudding noise, which would have been the sound of my jaw dropping and hitting the table. Saira, however, takes revelations like this much more in her stride.
'Oh! Really?' she exclaimed, 'I thought that happened only in porn stories ... and fantasy.'
'It obviously happens in fantasy and stories, but some people do it in real life too, and enjoy it.' Mukul replied.
'Can you tell more?' she exclaimed, 'I mean how is it done and with whom?'
Mukul explained that he and Madhu had formed a group with three other couples who met at parties at one another's house every few weeks in which swinging was a regular feature, although sometimes the participants remained with their spouses but had sex in each other’s presence. He said that because everyone knew each other, the environment was very safe and relaxed. Lately, they had started thinking of introducing some new couple(s) to the group to liven up things.
'Oh God,' Saira exclaimed, 'isn’t that fantastic? Can common people like us do that?' I looked at her aghast; was she serious? The glint in her eyes and smile on her lips told me that she might actually be telling the truth, although it was something that we had never ever discussed between us.
'Really?' Mukul asked looking at Saira with undisguised lust, ‘The other couples in our group are all Americans. Madhu and I yearn to have an Indian couple in the group.’ I began to feel uncomfortable.
'I think it would be such a blast,' Saira responded, 'with the right people of course,' she added, moderating her enthusiasm, but giving Mukul a meaningful smile.
I looked at my wife as if I was seeing her for the first time, and certainly in a new light. I didn't know where this was leading but I hoped that Mukul would be sensible.
'Well,' he said, looking into Saira's eyes. I gazed across at Madhu, trying to gauge her reaction to the latest developments; she was leaning slightly forward in her seat, her chin resting on her clasped hands, looking relaxed and demure, with her eyes focused on Saira. I thought I detected a twinkle in them.
'I take it, especially from Sajid's reaction here, that this is something that you have not discussed. Would I be right?'
Saira nodded silently, as if she had been chastised. 'Then that is what I would advise,' Mukul continued, 'before taking it further. It's a big step and you both have to be entirely comfortable.'
Mukul looked at me and I nodded sheepishly, relieved that he had apparently defused the situation although my stomach somersaulted again as he turned to his wife and added 'But if you decide that this is what you want, Madhu and I would be glad to introduce you to the lifestyle, wouldn't we?'
Madhu looked at Saira and then at me, 'Oh yes,' she replied, a low, honey-richness to her voice, a sensuous, encouraging smile on her lips. 'But for now perhaps we should take our coffees over to the sofas where we can be more comfortable?' she suggested, and I thought I detected a certain ambiguity in the way she spoke.
We took our coffees over to the lounge area where three white leather sofas were arranged in a horseshoe pattern around a smoked glass coffee table, the open side facing a white marble fireplace within which a log fire burned brightly.
By coincidence (or design?), Mukul and Saira ended up sitting next to one another on the sofa directly facing the fireplace and Madhu and I took our seats on the sofa on their right.
I thought that the natural break in our conversation occasioned by our relocation to the lounge area would mean that the most recent topic would finally be set aside, although I have to confess that sensing the proximity of Madhu's body as we sat side by side on the sofa, the prospect of seeing her naked and the possibility of actually coupling with her did pass through my mind and I could feel my body react.
Any attempt to set aside such lascivious thoughts was, however, thwarted by Saira, whose curiosity was clearly piqued and she was eager to know more. She began to quiz our hosts about the mechanics of swinging.
Mukul explained everything that Saira wanted to know. I have to admit that Mukul's narrative was alluring and I was beginning to feel aroused. I imagined that Saira was too; she was asking more intimate questions and sliding closer to Mukul on the sofa as he spoke. Mukul talked of their experiences for quite a while, as the three of us listened and drank more wine (Madhu had replaced coffee with wine).
'It sounds really exciting,' Saira said in a low, husky voice full of emotion and sexiness.
Saira suddenly reached behind her neck with her right hand, scooped her blonde hair together and drew it over her right shoulder. She tilted her head to the right side, and tried to insert her hand inside the dress saying, ‘It seems like an insect bite. It is itching.’ Her soft, creamy neck and, perhaps more importantly, the zip at the top of her dress was now on display. Mukul was quick to help her by replacing her hand by his own. He scratched the back of her shoulder gently, blowing his hot breath on the bare area. Saira sighed in response and swayed her shoulders seductively under his hands. Mukul took this as his invitation.