"Just watching a movie?" Nisha asked.
"Well you are watching a movie with someone else other than your husband," clarified Vinit.
"Yes but what is the point?" asked Rohini.
"Well, the movie is going to be a hot one and there would be lot of scenes," added Rahul.
"Can you handle it?" asked Arun.
"Of course, we can handle it," said Mansi.
"But what is the catch," asked Rohini knowing very well that just watching a movie wouldn't be on our mind.
"Well, it is a hot movie and our hands might be roaming and there is a very high chance that we might be in quite amorous mood," said Rahul letting the cat out of the bag.
"Are you folks sure you want to go through this?" Arun asked.
"Oh we can't wait," said Mansi looking directly into his eyes.
"But can you handle it?" asked Dolly teasingly.
"We will see who handle this," Rahul responded.
The women said their good nights and headed to our master bedroom. We were left to sleep in the living room. Stunned by the challenges our wives posed, we didn't quite know how to react. Finally, Vinit broke the silence.
"What happened? Why were these women so confident?" he asked.
"Well, they got nothing to loose," Rahul said.
"Who is going to win?" asked Arun.
"Only time will tell that," replied Rahul.
"Actually no one," I said.
"The question is who will loose?"
"If your jealousy is stronger than your desire for other women then you will loose."
"It is the same for them as well."
"Which movie are you planning?" asked Vinit.
"Not thought of it," Rahul responded.
As expected none of the women backed out and so did the men. Till date, I am not quite certain if any of us was hesitant about taking this step. I was certainly looking forward to it -- as it really broadened our sexual horizons.
Rahul chose the movie for us and Rohini decided the pairing and the rest of us just followed the laid down steps by them. I was paired with Rohini, Rahul was paired with Mansi, Vinit was paired with Nisha, and Arun was paired with Dolly. The plan was to start early in the evening, treat our partners for a nice dinner as a thank you note for letting us watch the movies with them.
Rahul chose a "Cruel Intentions" which had released couple of months ago and perhaps was the best choice. The movie itself wasn't great -- a cheap (modern?) adaptation of the classic "Dangerous Liaisons." Also, he was quite certain that the show would be fairly deserted and we would be able to easily take some, not so nice, liberties with our partners.
Rahul, Arun, Vinit, and I discussed to what extent we should go in order to ensure that the women would concede defeat. We wanted to win to protect our male egos at the same time we didn't want our wives to be exploited. Perhaps the women knew this pretty well and hence didn't concede defeat in this battle. They were confident that either way we had to loose, since they could only loose if one of us took unusual advantage of the situation.
We debated for sometime on what activities should be allowed and what should be forbidden. All of us agreed that undressing our partners was beyond consideration, especially in such a public place. We had to agree that groping with private parts should be allowed; otherwise it would be too tame and the women would be easily able to handle it. After considerable debate we agreed that groping at our partners breasts was okay and even rubbing the crotch of women or kneading their ass would be okay. We eventually even agreed that as a last resort we should try to sneak our hands inside and grab their naked breasts. Sneaking our hands inside their pants was completely ruled out. The objective for us was to enjoy so we agreed not to directly jump to take the extreme measures and gradually build up the momentum. The ideal situation would be that none of the women jumped out of their seats in revolt, yet at the same time we get plenty of satisfaction handling our partners.
The women very nicely dressed for the movie -- showing no particular sign of any excitement. Mansi opted to wear a nice saree, a surprising choice considering the possible activities that could transpire in the theatre. The others wore their traditional salvars, except for Dolly who opted for jeans with a nice non revealing top. The men spent a little bit time to tidy up for this major event of their life. Although, our dresses didn't show the excitement but the meticulous preparation did little to hide it.
Rohini looked marvelous in her green salvar. Her lean figure really made her look much taller and better in salvars. She was radiant, her sparkling eyes shone through her spectacles and her lips parted every now and then to glare her neat milky white teeth. Mansi was very cheerful as well. Her narrow waist was delectably wrapped in the gorgeous yellow saree that I had bought for her on our first anniversary. The brassiere had grown a bit tight for her after a year -- a just reward for my careful ministrations this past year. I noted that she had worn the saree a little bit lower than usual, nothing brazen but enough for me to take notice. The other two women looked gorgeous as well in their regular attire. I wondered if the other women would have opted for saree if they had access to one.
All of us left the house at 7:30pm. As per the plan we were supposed to meet at the theatre around 10:00pm and then move to four different corners of the theatre in order to get some privacy. Rohini insisted that we go to a quieter place for having our dinner, although I fancied taking her out to a nice, expensive restaurant. I took her to a slightly expensive Afghani place that is usually deserted; although I was not certain if it would be deserted during a long weekend. We had casual talk for some time before we placed our orders for starters and drinks. We were having a good time when suddenly Rohini decided to give it a serious turn by mentioning yesterday's events.
"I am a bit concerned with the way things went yesterday," she said.
"Why?" I asked innocuously.
"Well, I want to be frank with you," she said before taking a gulp of water to clear her throat.
"Do you promise to keep this between us?" she said lowering her voice.
"Why?"
"Sure, you can trust me," I said assuring her.
"Promise me that you won't get upset and ruin everything," she said highlighting the seriousness of the issue.
"Trust me, I am very tolerant and patient," I again assured her.
"What all happened yesterday was all planned by Rahul."
"I am reluctantly helping him achieve his objective."
"What objective?" I asked puzzled by her admission of an insidious plan of Rahul.
"Rahul wants to bed Mansi," she exhaled after a pregnant pause. I could notice her lips quiver as she said it. If not for this, I could have mistaken this for a ploy by the women for us to back off and concede defeat. It was quite clear that she was not lying and I very well knew that Rahul was a born philanderer. However, our conversation yesterday evening suggested that all of us (men) were looking for a little bit of adventure and hence it wasn't so alarming that Rahul wanted to bed Mansi. Moreover, Rahul definitely had a crush on Mansi ever since he saw her in college days. I could hardly blame anybody for wanting to have sex with such an incredibly beautiful woman.
"So what's new?"
"I am sure Arun and Vinit would love it too," I said.
"And yes even I would like to spend a night in bed with you," I heard myself saying. Rohini blushed and her lips curled and although she tried hard, I could see her faintly smile.
"Let's get serious," she said trying to contain her embarrassment.
"It is you who is joking," I said smiling at her predicament. Was she really joking, I wondered.
"You don't understand," she almost yelled out of frustration.
"I wish it had been just a passing fad," she said.
"But this is serious."
"Trust me."
"Rahul is hell bent on having Mansi as his mistress," she said finally letting out cat out of the bag.
"What do you mean by that?"
"She is already married," I said. Still a bit puzzled with the turn of our conversation.
"That is precisely the point," she emphasized.
"He derives great pleasure bedding married women," she clarified.
"So, you are suggesting that she is his next victim," I said knowing that he did bed a few married women during our college days. Also, he did occasionally drop hints of boning some of his married, white colleagues in the US.
"The problem is - he wants her to be his last and eternal victim!"
"What are you implying?" I asked not quite understanding what precisely she was saying.
"You are so naïve," she said mocking me.
"He wants your wife to be his fuckmate all his life."
"Does that clear things?"
I was shocked to say the least. I could understand Rahul's desire to fuck Mansi and perhaps could have even accepted his desire if things went well and we were able to convince our wives to swap partners. I could have even allowed him extra turns with Mansi if he needed that. But doing something for life was unimaginable for me. I was in it for fun -- admitted that the thought of somebody screwing Mansi really excited me. But then those are fantasies -- nobody lives those fantasies -- at least not people brought up in strict, moral society.
"I am shocked," is all I managed to say, in response.
"Rahul could hatch such a plan," I said in disbelief.
"And you? You are assisting him," I reprimanded her.
"I don't have a choice," she said.
"You don't have a choice," I almost yelled.
"It is not as if you don't know him," she said, "If not her, he would see someone else."
"I wouldn't mind if he had pursued someone else but then he has set his eyes on Mansi now," she said confirming my worst doubts. I knew that Rahul was a go-getter and knew that every time he vowed to screw a girl, he had her on her knees sucking his cock in no time.
"Well you are watching a movie with someone else other than your husband," clarified Vinit.
"Yes but what is the point?" asked Rohini.
"Well, the movie is going to be a hot one and there would be lot of scenes," added Rahul.
"Can you handle it?" asked Arun.
"Of course, we can handle it," said Mansi.
"But what is the catch," asked Rohini knowing very well that just watching a movie wouldn't be on our mind.
"Well, it is a hot movie and our hands might be roaming and there is a very high chance that we might be in quite amorous mood," said Rahul letting the cat out of the bag.
"Are you folks sure you want to go through this?" Arun asked.
"Oh we can't wait," said Mansi looking directly into his eyes.
"But can you handle it?" asked Dolly teasingly.
"We will see who handle this," Rahul responded.
The women said their good nights and headed to our master bedroom. We were left to sleep in the living room. Stunned by the challenges our wives posed, we didn't quite know how to react. Finally, Vinit broke the silence.
"What happened? Why were these women so confident?" he asked.
"Well, they got nothing to loose," Rahul said.
"Who is going to win?" asked Arun.
"Only time will tell that," replied Rahul.
"Actually no one," I said.
"The question is who will loose?"
"If your jealousy is stronger than your desire for other women then you will loose."
"It is the same for them as well."
"Which movie are you planning?" asked Vinit.
"Not thought of it," Rahul responded.
As expected none of the women backed out and so did the men. Till date, I am not quite certain if any of us was hesitant about taking this step. I was certainly looking forward to it -- as it really broadened our sexual horizons.
Rahul chose the movie for us and Rohini decided the pairing and the rest of us just followed the laid down steps by them. I was paired with Rohini, Rahul was paired with Mansi, Vinit was paired with Nisha, and Arun was paired with Dolly. The plan was to start early in the evening, treat our partners for a nice dinner as a thank you note for letting us watch the movies with them.
Rahul chose a "Cruel Intentions" which had released couple of months ago and perhaps was the best choice. The movie itself wasn't great -- a cheap (modern?) adaptation of the classic "Dangerous Liaisons." Also, he was quite certain that the show would be fairly deserted and we would be able to easily take some, not so nice, liberties with our partners.
Rahul, Arun, Vinit, and I discussed to what extent we should go in order to ensure that the women would concede defeat. We wanted to win to protect our male egos at the same time we didn't want our wives to be exploited. Perhaps the women knew this pretty well and hence didn't concede defeat in this battle. They were confident that either way we had to loose, since they could only loose if one of us took unusual advantage of the situation.
We debated for sometime on what activities should be allowed and what should be forbidden. All of us agreed that undressing our partners was beyond consideration, especially in such a public place. We had to agree that groping with private parts should be allowed; otherwise it would be too tame and the women would be easily able to handle it. After considerable debate we agreed that groping at our partners breasts was okay and even rubbing the crotch of women or kneading their ass would be okay. We eventually even agreed that as a last resort we should try to sneak our hands inside and grab their naked breasts. Sneaking our hands inside their pants was completely ruled out. The objective for us was to enjoy so we agreed not to directly jump to take the extreme measures and gradually build up the momentum. The ideal situation would be that none of the women jumped out of their seats in revolt, yet at the same time we get plenty of satisfaction handling our partners.
The women very nicely dressed for the movie -- showing no particular sign of any excitement. Mansi opted to wear a nice saree, a surprising choice considering the possible activities that could transpire in the theatre. The others wore their traditional salvars, except for Dolly who opted for jeans with a nice non revealing top. The men spent a little bit time to tidy up for this major event of their life. Although, our dresses didn't show the excitement but the meticulous preparation did little to hide it.
Rohini looked marvelous in her green salvar. Her lean figure really made her look much taller and better in salvars. She was radiant, her sparkling eyes shone through her spectacles and her lips parted every now and then to glare her neat milky white teeth. Mansi was very cheerful as well. Her narrow waist was delectably wrapped in the gorgeous yellow saree that I had bought for her on our first anniversary. The brassiere had grown a bit tight for her after a year -- a just reward for my careful ministrations this past year. I noted that she had worn the saree a little bit lower than usual, nothing brazen but enough for me to take notice. The other two women looked gorgeous as well in their regular attire. I wondered if the other women would have opted for saree if they had access to one.
All of us left the house at 7:30pm. As per the plan we were supposed to meet at the theatre around 10:00pm and then move to four different corners of the theatre in order to get some privacy. Rohini insisted that we go to a quieter place for having our dinner, although I fancied taking her out to a nice, expensive restaurant. I took her to a slightly expensive Afghani place that is usually deserted; although I was not certain if it would be deserted during a long weekend. We had casual talk for some time before we placed our orders for starters and drinks. We were having a good time when suddenly Rohini decided to give it a serious turn by mentioning yesterday's events.
"I am a bit concerned with the way things went yesterday," she said.
"Why?" I asked innocuously.
"Well, I want to be frank with you," she said before taking a gulp of water to clear her throat.
"Do you promise to keep this between us?" she said lowering her voice.
"Why?"
"Sure, you can trust me," I said assuring her.
"Promise me that you won't get upset and ruin everything," she said highlighting the seriousness of the issue.
"Trust me, I am very tolerant and patient," I again assured her.
"What all happened yesterday was all planned by Rahul."
"I am reluctantly helping him achieve his objective."
"What objective?" I asked puzzled by her admission of an insidious plan of Rahul.
"Rahul wants to bed Mansi," she exhaled after a pregnant pause. I could notice her lips quiver as she said it. If not for this, I could have mistaken this for a ploy by the women for us to back off and concede defeat. It was quite clear that she was not lying and I very well knew that Rahul was a born philanderer. However, our conversation yesterday evening suggested that all of us (men) were looking for a little bit of adventure and hence it wasn't so alarming that Rahul wanted to bed Mansi. Moreover, Rahul definitely had a crush on Mansi ever since he saw her in college days. I could hardly blame anybody for wanting to have sex with such an incredibly beautiful woman.
"So what's new?"
"I am sure Arun and Vinit would love it too," I said.
"And yes even I would like to spend a night in bed with you," I heard myself saying. Rohini blushed and her lips curled and although she tried hard, I could see her faintly smile.
"Let's get serious," she said trying to contain her embarrassment.
"It is you who is joking," I said smiling at her predicament. Was she really joking, I wondered.
"You don't understand," she almost yelled out of frustration.
"I wish it had been just a passing fad," she said.
"But this is serious."
"Trust me."
"Rahul is hell bent on having Mansi as his mistress," she said finally letting out cat out of the bag.
"What do you mean by that?"
"She is already married," I said. Still a bit puzzled with the turn of our conversation.
"That is precisely the point," she emphasized.
"He derives great pleasure bedding married women," she clarified.
"So, you are suggesting that she is his next victim," I said knowing that he did bed a few married women during our college days. Also, he did occasionally drop hints of boning some of his married, white colleagues in the US.
"The problem is - he wants her to be his last and eternal victim!"
"What are you implying?" I asked not quite understanding what precisely she was saying.
"You are so naïve," she said mocking me.
"He wants your wife to be his fuckmate all his life."
"Does that clear things?"
I was shocked to say the least. I could understand Rahul's desire to fuck Mansi and perhaps could have even accepted his desire if things went well and we were able to convince our wives to swap partners. I could have even allowed him extra turns with Mansi if he needed that. But doing something for life was unimaginable for me. I was in it for fun -- admitted that the thought of somebody screwing Mansi really excited me. But then those are fantasies -- nobody lives those fantasies -- at least not people brought up in strict, moral society.
"I am shocked," is all I managed to say, in response.
"Rahul could hatch such a plan," I said in disbelief.
"And you? You are assisting him," I reprimanded her.
"I don't have a choice," she said.
"You don't have a choice," I almost yelled.
"It is not as if you don't know him," she said, "If not her, he would see someone else."
"I wouldn't mind if he had pursued someone else but then he has set his eyes on Mansi now," she said confirming my worst doubts. I knew that Rahul was a go-getter and knew that every time he vowed to screw a girl, he had her on her knees sucking his cock in no time.