A Shy Indian Couple

I am Aparna Verma, 28 years old housewife and my husband's name is Sahil. Married for

almost nine years we have had a prodigious love and respect for each other. Sex as we call

it, is a taboo in our Indian society hidden far and beyond the four walls of the house. Over a

period of time our love making had become pretty much predictable. Definitely as most of

the couples in our society, we too watched porn movies to spice up the marriage and trying

various positions thus exploring our desires.

We are pretty happy with our marriage, even possessive to some extent but wanted to get

rid of the monotony that was stalking us. During the course of our marriage we became

frank with each other and often talked about other people including some known and

unknown faces to spice up the things. I am 5 feet 5 inches tall in my bare feet whereas Sahil

is almost 6 feet tall. We make a good pair at least that is what we hear from our friends.

I am slim, weigh about 66 kgs (Sahil teases me saying that I am all 6 so perhaps he is the

sixth man in my life, and if he is the first then five more will follow. He is really mean!),

breasts are 36 C. Sahil is someone who likes good sex ( don’t all men?) so I keep the pussy

properly shaped to suit his tastes. Sometimes he wants the lips fully exposed sometimes

covered with a little bit of hair. I go along with him but tell him that since I take so much

trouble, surely somebody else too should get to see the pains that I take. Even the models

who do all this get paid handsomely and I just get a good round of lovemaking. Of course,

that round is excellent but who doesn’t like more admirers? One day we watched an X rated

film which dealt copiously with the topic of wife swapping and the couples appeared to be
very happy with the outcome. X-rated movies fascinate me because the male actors are

always so well endowed, or at least they are projected to be so.

Till date I don’t know whether that is real or a photographic trick. Sahil’s about average in

size I guess, not that I’ve had much to compare it to. I’d only been with one other guy and

that was shortly after I met and fell in love with Sahil. He was a close friend of Sahil and

since the circumstances were so interesting I will narrate them for the benefit of readers.

One day the three of us, Sahil, myself and his friend Atul had been returning from Mumbai

by car. I was sitting on the rear seat whereas Sahil was driving with Atul sitting by his side.

It was very hot and these two had fortified themselves with liberal helpings of beer. To give

them company I too had joined in but of course I had consumed far less. As happens so very

often, they stopped by the roadside to relieve themselves. Just as they were standing side

by side, I couldn’t help wondering that they could perhaps see each other’s cock but they

were so nonchalant about it. Well, even we girls are quite cool if we happen to see one

another's breasts.

Just then Sahil's mobile phone rang. It was an important call and I hurriedly got down

barefoot to give him the phone since I had taken my sandals off. The road was hotter than I

expected and I virtually ran and handed him the mobile. He too had finished and moved to

one side with the mobile leaving me standing with Atul. Whether he did it deliberately or

unknowingly I still do not know but before zipping he turned around and I got to see his

semi erect cock.

Atul was quite fair and somehow shamelessly my eyes were transfixed there as it slowly

got more and more stiff before he forced it inside his trousers and told me in a conspiratory
tone. ’You saw this without my permission. Now it is your turn to show me.’ I was

dumbfounded but since he was staying with us, I returned the favour and how.

He was staying with us and one day in the morning I decided to tease him a bit. I was

pottering about the house in a my sleeveless nightie, barefooted, as busy as any housewife

is in the morning, my anklets making a tingling sound as I went from one place to another a

scene not unusual in any Indian home except for the fact that I was attired in a sexy nightie.

Sahil came out from the bathroom and got ready quickly whereas Atul was still having his

bath.

Although it is not a part of my regular goodbye activity, I deliberately unzipped Sahil’s

trouser and gave him a nice oral. It was a tense moment because we both knew that Atul

could perhaps emerge any moment Sahil obviously did not want to be caught by his friend

with his cock in his wife’s mouth. Just as the sound of the water became inaudible, Sahil

disengaged himself and promptly went down to the car telling me to send Atul as soon as

he got ready.

It was then that I got my chance and proceeded to give the same treatment to Atul as I had

given to Sahil. He was kind of unprepared for this onslaught and after I licked the underside

I took the head in my mouth and just as he started getting erect, I disentangled myself and

rushed to the kitchen shouting from there to Sahil that Atul wanted to discuss something.

Just as Sahil got into the lift to come up, I slid the nightie off my shoulders to give Atul a full

look of myself and proceeded to tease his cock again this time not using my hands at all;

just my lips to roll the foreskin back. Just as the lift landed at our floor, I picked up the

nightie and walked into the bathroom leaving Atul to talk to Sahil with his erect cock.
We had started visiting adult sites on the net where one could get to see pretty nude girls

and well nude hunks. One day we stumbled upon a site where one could actually register

and get to meet like minded people. Since we were absolutely resolute that whatever we

would do would be with the knowledge and consent of one another, we registered

ourselves as a couple who were seeking similar couples.

During this period I also made a couple of friends; one girl named Rihana who is young,

married and has more sex outside marriage than I had ever imagined and another person

who is lively and over a period of time has become a good friend. Imagine our surprise

when out of all the responses that we received at least 80 percent were from single men or

men with wives but who had registered themselves alone wanting to have sex with me.

‘Well, Aparna, I see that there are many admirers of yours, all wanting to have sex with

you. If we invite all of them, I will be able to make good money by filming you with them

and selling the film to one of the X rated producers.’ Sahil said while peering through the

letters on the computer screen. It was late night. Sahil was wearing his boxer shorts

whereas I was clad in my diaphanous peach colored nightie. I could see that although all

the offers were for me still he was getting a hard on. Big problem with men. Unable to hide

their excitement.

‘Come on, do you think I am that desperate?’ I said good humouredly and then added

naughtily ‘Sure, a change would be welcome but a change for the better. Not just for the

heck of it.’

Sahil lifted my nightie up over my head and took his shorts off. While kissing my brown

thick succulent nipples, he then assisted me to sit on his lap facing him. I reached down to
aim his by-now hard cock so that I could slowly ease my pussy down on it. This was a

general routine for us during our nine years of marriage. I raised myself up high enough on

my toes to be able to see his cock pull nearly out and then go back in.

Sahil said, ‘ Well, if anyone appeals to you, we can give it a try.’

I stood on my toes again, so as to be able to sit back on Sahil’s cock with additional

gravitational force, and said, ‘ There are so many questions. Even if we run into a couple. I

mean suppose I like the husband and you don’t like his wife. Or the other way round. How

are these things taken care of?’ I said grinding my pubic bone against his.

‘That is true. But no harm in meeting anyone, is there. I mean the chances that you will be

raped appear to be remote.’ He said laughingly.

‘You will be surprised to know that one gentleman I was corresponding with threatened to

rape me.’ I said tying my hair into a pony as I rode Sahil.

‘Really?’ Sahil appeared surprised.

‘All in fun. Don’t be serious.’ I assured him.

‘Well, it is good that they have not actually seen the pussy otherwise there would be many

who would be tempted to attempt such a thing.’ Sahil said.

‘You and your compliments.’ I laughed as Sahil’s teeth bit into my nipples. I had never met

Rihana but when I mentioned this to her, she did not appear to be very surprised and this

surprised me.

‘You mean you meet with other couples and have sex with them?’ I asked.
Rihana smiled. ‘ Come on now, Aparna. Don’t be a prude. None of us does it on a sly, so

what is the hitch? Damn right we do and we love every minute of it. There’s nothing like it.

We have two other couples that we meet on a regular basis and sometimes all get together

for a big party………..an orgy, as some people crudely refer to it.’

At first, I thought Rihana was just pulling a fast one but when I questioned her she

appeared to be dead serious. I was a little shocked at first but I had to ask questions and

since I am a bit reserved in asking this personally I sent her an E Mail. My main question

was how it affected their marriage, had it caused any problems of any kind. I was afraid

maybe she and Rahul ( her husband) were having problems with their marriage and the

“swinging” was a way to temporarily cope with it.

‘ No way, are Rahul and I having problems, in fact, our marriage is stronger now than it’s

ever been.’

‘What about jealousy, surely there’s a chance someone could have a problem with that’ I

asked.

Rihana’s reply was ‘Couples who are jealous of each other don’t stay in the lifestyle for

very long. They drop out before it gets to be too big a problem. And it is always better that

couples should be somewhat similar. If the man is too good well, he will corner all the

females and if the female is too good, all the men will flock to her. So the best thing is to

look for similar couples and well, honesty is the best policy. That takes care of jealousies.’

Rihana’s letter talked about a lot of the aspects of the swinging lifestyle including a few do’s

and don’ts. I read mesmerized. The more I read the more interested I became.
‘Do you think you and Sahil would be jealous of each other having sex with other people?’

Rihana wrote.

‘I don’t think I would be jealous of Sahil but I’m not sure he could handle the idea of me

being with another guy. I’m not really sure and there is nothing I want to do without him.

The idea is to enliven our marriage, not have flings to destroy it.’

Rihana suggested she felt it best if Sahil and I sat down and really talked it out before

giving “swinging” a try.

‘Make sure it’s something you both think you’d like to try and both of you can handle

without any problems afterwards.’

‘OK, we’ll talk about it this evening and I’ll see if I get any sort of hesitation from Sahil if I

tell him I’m interested.’

Over a couple of days which extended into weeks we did manage to zero down to a couple

who seemed to be fitting the bill. I still had goose bumps in my stomach. Initially we did not

think we would ever meet and so with the benefit of anonymity, I had written to them

about the shape of my pussy and how Sahil made love to me and how we almost always

slept in the buff. This part about sleeping nude was partly correct; I mean at times one does

wear some clothes; rather one has to.

Now that the opportunity to meet them was actually approaching I was filled with a terror

that could hardly be described. The man would see me and immediately the thought would

come to his mind that this is the lady who keeps her pussy trimmed in a particular way so

as to keep the lips visible with just a little crop of hair on the mound or who likes to be
made love to in this particular fashion. I told her Sahil and I wanted to give it a shot and see

how we both handled it. If we have any doubts about the fact that it could be harmful to our

marriage, we would steer clear of it.

’Sounds like you’ve got the right sense of mind about swinging, it isn’t for everyone. But,

you never know until you’ve tried it. And it is not a must. Sex is not the sole purpose of life.

Good people try it and good people don’t try it’ Another E Mail friend I was corresponding

with from England wrote philosophically.

’Well, how do we get into it? You know. How do we meet couples, especially couples that

we might like and hit on off with?’ Sahil asked.

‘I’ll fix it up with the couple that we have finalized for Saturday evening, provided you are

game.’ I said looking Sahil in the eye.

Frankly I was a trifle unsure as to how he would react if I told him that I had told them

intimate details about ourselves.

‘It's okay with me provided it is with you. ’ Sahil said.

‘We’ll just move to different rooms after an initial ice breaking that will take in front of

you……and me.’ I mused.

‘I guess that should be fine.’ Sahil said. ‘And the first meeting would just be breaking the

ice, is that not so?’

The couple’s name was SuSuraj and his wife was Mitali. Now that I had received the go

ahead from Sahil I mustered up the courage to exchange telephone numbers with Mitali.
’How about you and Sahil coming over to the house this Saturday evening for a drink with

SuSuraj and I? We’ll all get a chance to talk it over together. It’ll give us a chance to all know

each other better. Just talk and a few drinks, no commitments.’ Mitali said.

’No commitments? You mean we won’t be doing anything……….sexual. Right?’

’Right. Just a social meeting. We can take it from there later on.’ replied Mitali.

Sahil was all excited about meeting Suraj and Mitali socially and finding out more about the

swinging lifestyle and their experiences. I’ll have to admit I was just as excited at the idea. I

think knowing that we weren’t going to be doing anything sexual kept me from being

nervous and scared. Saturday evening rolled around and Sahil and I prepared to go over to

Suraj and Mitali’s.

I emerged topless from the bathroom with a towel draped around my waist. The henna

tattoo that I had recently acquired over my belly button during the recent holiday to Goa

with the image of a rising sun and its rays made it look all the more sexy. In addition to that

there was a heart shaped tattoo over my left breast, just above the nipple and a dragon

shaped one over the right buttock. Sahil had teased me about where I had gone to get it.

‘Guess’ I had teased him. Actually they were only stickers and could be applied by anyone

in the privacy of their homes. Even Sahil knew that while it was possible that the one over

the breast and the belly button had been applied by me surely the one over the buttock

could not have been stuck by myself. These were professional services and thankfully he

did not probe much. While he was lost in his thoughts I applied lipstick. He quickly picked it

up and applied it on my pink nipples.

’Behave yourself! Now the bra will be stained.’ I scolded him.

’I did this just in case you get to strip totally.’ Sahil said with a grin.

’Very funny! Keep your silly jokes to yourself.’ I said putting on the bra and tying the hook.

I looked at myself again in the mirror. The bra was not transparent but showed a generous

amount of cleavage. Both of us knew that some display was not vulgar and in fact was

appropriate for the sort of meeting we were going for, so no comments were passed. I took

off the towel and I could see Sahil staring at my well manicured pussy for the millionth

time. I was very particular about the shape that had to be given. Virtually hairless it had a

vertical broadish line of hair above the slit. This was the way it pleased him and in

accordance with his likes, I changed the styles, somewhat akin to changing hairstyles.

These too were hairstyles though of different hair. Sahil wanted me to dress sexy, not like

I’d dress for some social occasion. I put on a nice blue saree with a halter neck blouse. The

saree was appropriately tied well below my belly button to show it off. I am quite proud of

my belly button and have become all the more fond of it ever since Sahil has told me that it

turns him on tremendously when the belly button is on display.

The blouse was sleeveless so ethnic oxidized silver jewellery was adorned to accentuate

the impact. Demure dainty anklets on my feet which Sahil finds very very feminine. He put

on a pair of Allen Solly trousers and one of his best dress shirts. We looked presentable. We

drove into town and met Suraj and Mitali at their new home. Suraj’s a contractor and he’d

built their home himself.

It was in one of the better neighborhoods, quiet without being in one of those opulent

communities. I introduced Suraj to Sahil and the two of them shook hands and smiled at
each other. I remember Sahil having a big grin on his face when Mitali strode up to him. She

put her arm around mine and escorted us both into their living room. The house was nice,

not too loud or garish. Everything was tastefully done up. Mitali gave us a brief tour of the

ground floor. Suraj put his arm around my waist and guided me to the main room where

they had a beautiful bar. Not a little dinky bar, but a bar suitable for a small nightclub.

Suraj was quite the gentleman, pulling out a barstool for me and helping me get situated.

Sahil sat to my left with Mitali next to him. Mitali was wearing a cream coloured salwar suit.

She was definitely plumper than I was. Her cleavage was positively visible and Sahil was

definitely enjoying the view. However my confidence increased in leaps and bounds when I

noticed that she too was a trifle nervous. Suraj poured us some very dry white, French

wine. I’d never tasted any wine so good in all my life. It was a very good sipping wine

without being too alcoholic. Suraj and Sahil had beer; something they seemed to feel was a

“guy thing”.

We chatted about their house, work and latest news. Suraj started conversing with me

about my thoughts of swinging. I felt relaxed enough to tell him about my slight

apprehension. He smiled and said it was normal for me to feel that way. I wasn’t the only

one who’d felt that way. He related Mitali feeling the same way when the two of them had

gotten into swinging and they or rather she was still new to the game, he said smilingly.

I shyly admitted to Suraj that I was worried that Sahil might get upset if I had sex with

another guy even though he’d be busy with another girl. Frankly even I was undecided as to

whether it should be sex or just some fun. Sahil being with another girl didn’t bother me

though. Suraj and Mitali talked about meeting couples and attending swinger’s parties.
Much to both Sahil and my amazement, we didn’t realize there were so many couples into

the swinging lifestyle. Couples of all ages, occupations and varied interests. Suraj hit on the

subject of bisexual women. Think maybe he was trying to get my reaction to the idea. I’d

seen scenes of girl on girl sex in the porno movies and wondered about it. Just wondered,

not really thought it was something I’d think about trying. Suraj and Mitali’s information on

the swinging scene seemed to have a calming effect on both Sahil and I. They made it sound

so cool to be involved in it. I was a little concerned that it might be like consensual rape.

Just an idea I had in the back of my mind.

Suraj reassured me that you only want to swing with couples you enjoy being with and feel

comfortable with and people should be matured enough to say a big no if there was any

problem and the other should be equally willing to listen to it with no questions asked. I

think Sahil and I felt comfortable with Suraj and Mitali. Kind of hoping they might be the

ones to “break us in” for use of a better term.

Mitali mentioned that some couples don’t like to meet first-time swingers because they

fear there might be a bad scene and then everyone is turned off. Sahil and I could

understand what she was saying. The evening was going great. Mitali had fixed some rolls

for all of us to snack on along with some imported cheeses. I’ll have to admit, and I did, that

Sahil and I were totally taken in by the two of them. They were really nice people, not just

sexy, but the most personable people you’d want to share good times with. We adjourned

to an area of the great room with a large u-shaped sectional. Sahil and Mitali sat across

from Suraj and I. It seemed a little strange at first not sitting with my husband but Suraj

made me feel most comfortable. Maybe it was the wine or maybe the sexual conversation
of the evening but I kind of wanted Suraj to kiss me. Sahil had his arm around Mitali. The

sight of the two of them like that didn’t bother me at all. In fact, I was kind of turned on by

it. Sahil still had the smile on his face and he didn’t seem to care that Suraj and I had

engaged in quiet conversation between the two of us. Whether by mistake or design, Suraj

took a sip from my glass and then said sorry, it was a mistake. I had to say it was okay but it

did give me a strange erotic sort of feeling to again sip from the same glass from which he

had sipped. It was getting late and we thought of leaving.

‘Leaving? Rubbish. Just when we had started enjoying the evening. Stay with us for the

night; and you can leave in the morning.’ Suraj said.

‘I, we have not brought any clothes.’ I said as if to explain the necessity of going back.

‘Clothes. Come on now. Do you wear clothes in bed?’ Suraj said slyly and then laughed.

‘Okay, I am sorry but you can wear Mitali’s nightie and I can lend Sahil a pair of shorts. If

that is okay with you.’

‘Yes, but….’ I protested.‘ Come on, in fact although your saree is very good, go and change

into something in which you will feel easy.’ Suraj said. At his behest, Mitali took me to her

bedroom. She had a good collection of nighties. The one that she offered me was positively

transparent but the wine had had a good effect on me and I was more than willing to wear

it knowing fully well that my darkish-pinkish nipples would be easily visible had it not been

for the bra. As I came back, I found Sahil and Suraj engrossed in conversation like old

friends.

‘Hi, Aparna, you look nice and sexy.’ Suraj said.

‘Thank you, ‘ I replied. Mitali got up and placed two lighted, scented candles on the coffee

table. She turned the lights off and the room was just lit by the candles. I had made myself

comfortable by taking off my sandals. Suraj held my hand and signaled me to come to

another room. His arm encircled my waist as he guided me towards the stairs to the upper

level bedrooms. I felt a touch of apprehension but tingled at the thought of being alone with

Suraj in another room. It was a very romantic setting. With my feet I pushed the sandals

under the sofa and followed Suraj my bare feet making no sound. The only sound was the

little tinkle from my anklets but Sahil seemed too engrossed to notice that his wife had left

the room.

The room that we entered was a large bedroom but there were a number of chairs around

too. One wall was all mirrored which contributed to the room looking bigger. I looked at

Suraj and he then put his arm around me pulling me in close. I leaned my head back and he

kissed me softly, his lips moving ever so lightly over mine. I was in another world. I didn’t

think about Sahil and Mitali sitting in another room which we could see through the

curtain. Suraj had deliberately left the door ajar so that I wouldn’t be nervous. When Suraj

released his lips from mine my eyes immediately went in Sahil’s direction. He was busy

kissing Mitali but I couldn’t see how she was reacting. Was she enjoying this as much as I

was? I thought “oh-oh, what was Suraj’s reaction going to be.”

Suraj just smiled and leaned in for another long and passionate kiss. I welcomed his lips as

they moved sensuously over mine. I was breathing hard and when he protruded his tongue

into my mouth I couldn’t resist flicking my tongue all over his. I was so turned on I forgot

everything Suraj’s hand fondled my breasts through the skimpy nightie.

I’m not big breasted like Mitali, just a 36C, but Suraj didn’t act like he minded my small

size. I moved my arms so he could have easy access to both my breasts. My breasts have

always been very sensitive and it doesn’t take a lot of stimulation to get me turned on.

Suraj’s got rather large hands and his caresses felt so damn good. He wasn’t rough, just soft

and gentle. The thought crossed my mind that the four of us were supposed to be just

spending a social evening together. It appeared that things were going a bit farther than

expected. I wasn’t complaining, just enjoying!

Perhaps the decision to stay on for the night was not wrong. Suraj’s hand moved from my

aroused breasts to my legs. He brushed his hand back and forth across my knee seeing if I

was going to object to his touching me there I suppose. I didn’t object at all. He slowly and

gently moved his hand up my leg beneath the silk cloth. I was nervous but also glad that

Suraj suggested I change the clothes. Suraj’s teeth were lightly nibbling on my lower lip. I

was so turned on by his passion. Suraj’s lips moved to my neck, softly kissing me. His hand

was all the way up the nightie. I stretched my body so I could move my legs apart to allow

him access to my hot, wet pussy.

I could feel his hand rubbing back and forth across my panties. I was moaning like I was in

ecstasy and not coming back down forever. I was a little embarrassed by how wet my pussy

was but it was Suraj who was causing it to be that way. Suraj continued to rub my pussy

bringing me to a slight orgasm. I started to cry out but Suraj put his mouth over mine to

muffle the sound. His tongue plunged into my mouth almost causing me to choke. He

stopped massaging my pussy through my panties.

’You alright, Aparna?’

’Oh yeah, I am fine’ I blushed. My reply put a big smile on his face. My eyes were searching

for Sahil but they were nowhere to be seen.

‘Sahil?’ I said haltingly.

‘Don’t bother about them. He appears to be smart enough to have seduced Mitali by now,

but when do I get to see all that you described in your letters.’ Suraj said naughtily.

‘I don’t get you.’ I replied.‘ Aw, come on, your shaped pussy is what I am referring to.

Remember you had mentioned that you took so many pains to give it shape and that there

were no admirers except Sahil. Well, here is an admirer.’

The night was clear; the room was lit by very soft soothing lighting. Suraj took me in his

arms.

‘Are you comfortable with this?’ He asked. I put my arms around his neck and let him give

me a deep passionate kiss, full on the lips, as my answer. Suraj began pulling the strings of

the nightie and to my surprise I did nothing to discourage him.

’Hope you won't be disappointed. I'm not big breasted like Mitali.’

’I'm never, ever disappointed and appropriateness is what everyone should seek, not just

bigger size everywhere.’ Suraj replied.

Suraj untied the nightie, slipped it off my shoulders and down my arms. He tossed in onto a

nearby chair. He then kissed me on the lips and down my neck. I actually rose up on my

tiptoes so he could get a better position on me. He walked around behind me, his hands

tracing my waist. I'd worn my best white bra and panties not knowing that someone would

actually get to see them. Suraj, still standing behind me, began kissing the back of my neck
and using his tongue to trace small circle. My neck is especially sensitive and it drove me

crazy with his lips there. I felt my bra being unfastened and my hands went to cover my

almost bared breasts. Suraj pulled my hands down along with the front of my bra. We were

standing directly in front of the mirror. I could see he was smiling as he gazed at my vision

in the mirrored wall.

I just had my panties on and Suraj's hand was making his way down to them. One hand

cupped my left breast while the other hand slowly rubbed the front of my panties. I closed

my eyes and leaned back into him, feeling so out of control. Suraj nibbled my neck sending

chills down my back. His right hand had slipped into the front of my panties, slowly

massaging my pussy. I could feel the huge bulge through his dress slacks pushing against

my pantied covered ass. I had trimmed the hair on my pussy to a small v-shape and he

commented on how soft my pubic hair was.

’Your pussy hair is so soft, like cotton. Absolutely lovely and the smell. It would draw

people from far and wide. Since you pay so much attention to the pussy, you really deserve

lots of pleasure,’ he said. I briefly wondered how many different pubic regions he'd

explored. As long as he was happy with mine and we with the experience, that's all I really

cared about at the moment. Suraj motioned me over to the bed.

’Why don't you stretch out and make yourself comfortable?’ The enormous bed was so

high I had to literally climb up on it. I lay on my back placing a large pillow under my head.

Suraj began taking off his clothes starting with his shirt and socks. I couldn't wait to see him

take off his slacks so I could get a better view of the large bulge I'd felt pressing into me.
Suraj wore black briefs, which I thought were so damn sexy. Suraj had a great body, large

upper chest, broad shoulders, a very slim waist and muscular legs.

He definitely stayed in shape working as a contractor. I could tell he did a lot of the labor

himself from his very muscular arms. Suraj climbed up on bed beside me and put his arm

around my waist pulling us close together. He looked into my eyes, slowly and passionately

kissed me, slipping his tongue inside my lips. I felt I was entering another world, a world I

couldn't wait for.

’I'll take it slow and easy. If you want me to stop, just say so. I won't push it any farther.’

Suraj informed me.

’OK’I could barely get the words out, knowing I wasn't going to stop him. Suddenly I

realized that this was just a social gathering and here I was fully prepared to submit myself

to an actual fuck. What had happened to me! The only consolation was that perhaps Sahil

too was having as lovely a time because he too is a perfect lover.

Suraj's kisses were long, soft and passionate. His large right hand gently fondled my

breasts, his fingers flicking my nipples till they were erect. All I could do was put my arms

around his broad shoulders, grip him tight and return his deep kisses. Suraj cupped each

breast and flicked his thick tongue over each one, slowly and gently suckling on each

nipple. He gently pulled on them with his taut lips. My nipples are extremely sensitive and I

gasped as he tugged and sucked on each one. Suraj's right hand was massaging my pussy

through the fabric of my damp panties.

I let him slowly part my legs allowing him to get his hand down between them. His fingers

traced around the area of my pussy lips. I could feel my juices start to flow, soaking my
panties. Suraj slowly and deliberately traced his tongue down between my breasts towards

my tummy. He paused briefly at my belly button tracing a wet streak around it and probed

it with his hard tongue. It tickled a bit and I jumped when his tongue did little stabbing

gestures at it. Suraj's hand stroked down my right leg pulling it up till my knee was bent. He

slowly stroked it up and down.

’Time to get a good look at you, gorgeous, ,’ He said reaching for the elastic band of my

panties and playfully addressing my pussy. I lifted my hips up off the bed in anticipation.

Suraj pulled my panties slowly down my legs till they were around my ankles, getting

entangled in my anklets. He bent down, slowly disentangled them, took them off and tossed

them across the room towards the chair. They feel short and hit the floor.

Suraj smiled at me as he gazed down at my trimmed pussy. He knelt between my legs and I

could see the large bulge in his briefs had grown even larger. I wondered in my mind just

how big he really was. His hands traced down from my inner thighs to my pussy. He took

two fingers and slowly spread my pussy lips open.

I thought, ‘Oh God, he's the first guy other than Sahil who's ever seen me like this.’ I felt

slightly embarrassed but his fingers made me almost cum right then. He traced around my

pussy teasing it and making me buck slightly, pressing down on his finger. He knew how to

get me aroused. The look in my eyes must have signaled him to proceed; I wasn't going to

say, "stop". No way was I going to mutter that word.

Suraj's large middle finger entered my pussy sinking it all the way in. I arched my back,

spreading my legs so I could lift my butt up in the air. He sawed his finger in and out, slowly

and with little twisting motions. I gasped when his hand would deliberately brush across
my excited clitoris. I kept pushing down on his hand to make his finger drive in as deep as it

could. I love to be finger fucked, one finger or two fingers will do it. Suraj withdrew his

finger from my soaked pussy and he put it in his mouth sucking off my juices. He smiled

coyly, pushing me back down onto the mattress. His tongue flicked out and licked his lips.

His mouth moving down on my pussy, kissing all around it but deliberately not touching

the swollen lips. Suddenly I felt his hard tongue slide slowly inside me. My hands gripped

the sheets and I clenched them tightly. Suraj sensed how tense I was. He broke my grip on

the sheets and took my hands in his. His large hands almost completely engulfed mine. He

worked his tongue slowly in and out of my well-soaked pussy, making little sounds as he

enjoyed my taste. I was moaning so loud and squirming my hips I probably made it difficult

for him to work his tongue on me.

He released my hands and grabbed my upper legs forcibly spreading them apart and

restraining me. Suraj's tongue teased my clit, flicking it up and down and to the side. I

screamed as he brought me to one of the biggest orgasms I'd ever had.

'OH, GOD!!!!' I screamed. Suraj paused briefly with his tonguing and looked at me to see if I

really wanted him to stop. My chest was heaving. He knew I was in ecstasy and didn't really

want him to quit. He continued working my clit till he brought me to another screaming

orgasm. This one almost made me pass out. I was choking a little; Suraj stopped and made

sure I was alright. Thank God he stopped. I rolled over on my right side to help me catch my

breath. It was a wonderful experience. I stopped choking and caught my breath. Suraj

pulled me up to a sitting position so I could breathe easier. He held me in his strong arms. I
coughed on his chest, a little embarrassing but he didn't seem to mind. 'I'm sorry, I've never

lost my breath like that. Must have forgot to breathe there for a second.' I apologized.

'Hey, no problem. Didn't mean to almost kill you.' He half joked and then left the room

excusing himself saying that he would be back shortly. I could feel the sheets, wet with my

juices, underneath me. Here was I nude and fully aroused and Suraj had left me and gone. I

looked around the room and though it tan amounted to bad manners, I pulled the bedside

drawer. In a paper wrapping was a long object and the photograph clearly showed that it

was something I had only read about.

It was a vibrator. I shuddered and just as I took it out, Suraj returned.

‘I see that like a smart girl you have found something that would be to every girl’s liking.’

he winked at me.

‘I….. I am sorry. I really am.’ I stammered.

‘Why act so formal? Naturally this is not for me. Go ahead and see it. In fact I insist that you

use it, please.’ He was insistent.

‘I have never tried it. I don’t know what it would feel like.’ I replied.

‘Come on, surely you must have tried stuff like a long brinjal, or a stiff banana when Sahil

wouldn’t be around and you would be in a horny mood. This is just that. Okay let me show

you how to do it.’ He said and proceeded to take it out.

‘Now recline on the bed, and spread your legs.’ He said while putting a pillow under my

hips. ‘ Okay, the fun is about to begin, so close your eyes.’

I dutifully complied and felt the cold impersonal touch of the vibrator on the lips of my

pussy lips. I shuddered. It was fairly thick, thicker than any cock would be and far longer

too but it started sliding in slowly and I could almost feel its passage as it moved up.

‘Don’t put it in fully, please.’ I said.

‘Of course not. This is not to be put in fully or else it will get lost and we don’t want doctors

trying to take it out, do we? Meanwhile keep your eyes closed. That’s a good girl,’ he said.

I thought that he would perhaps make the motion similar to that of an intercourse but to

my surprise it started whirring. Silly of me, I realized, a vibrator is supposed to vibrate. It

started sending pangs of pleasure throughout m body and though I felt odd being

masturbated in front of another man, I just couldn’t help myself and started moaning.

‘Good, very good,’ Suraj said and increased the speed of the vibrator. It was very

pleasurable and I climaxed within no time. Suraj held me in his arms till I calmed down and

my breathing returned to normal. It took a few minutes to regain control of my quivering

body. I smiled at him.

‘I'm OK now, ready to go again?’ I laughed when I said it. Suraj laid me back down on the

bed stretching me out, massaging my chest and tummy. I smiled up at him, my hand drifted

down towards his briefs. He wasn't bulging anymore, thought maybe he'd lost interest or

something. I massaged his cock and it swelled beneath the fabric of his briefs.

’Pardon the language, Aparna but are you ready for one of the best fucks you've had

outside marriage or will ever have?’ He questioned.

I nodded demurely.‘ No precautions like condom to be taken? If you wish I can wear that.

You on pills?’

I again nodded.

‘Actually since this appears to be a first time for you I want to make it very very

pleasurable; because if it is not why should a young decent girl like you muster up the

courage to do something so unconventional and for that matter why should your husband

come along and approve of this.’ Suraj said.

Suraj got up off the bed and stripped down his briefs. His large erect cock sprang out

pointing directly at me. My mouth opened in awe at the sight of it. A bit larger than Sahil's,

its mushroom shaped head was broad and engorged. I thought for a moment that I

wouldn't be able to accommodate such a large cock. My pussy's a little small, not that I'm

complaining and neither has Sahil.

’Oh my God, you are big.’ I stated smiling at him. Though he was not all that big, but I knew

this would massage his ego.

‘Not as big as the vibrator you just had fun with.’ Suraj smiled back, and climbed back up

on the bed with me. His cock waving as he positioned himself between my legs. He stroked

it slowly from the head all the way back to its base. I mentally wondered how long he really

was, 6",or 7”. Certainly not as big as they show in those films.

I spread my legs, lifting my butt up slightly so he could have a clear target for his cock. He

rubbed the head of his cock up and down between the lips of my pussy lubricating it with

my juices. He pulled the loose foreskin back and just as he was about to guide the engorged
head of it into me, he remembered something. He cupped a tit in each hand and squeezed

them together to wrap his cock and then started to fuck that lovely groove. I closed my eyes

and started rocking to his rhythm; it was so very pleasurable. He obviously liked the way I

was moving with him now and picked up speed.

He stopped for a minute and I could hear him opening the door of the room refrigerator. It

was quite small but handy. I opened my eyes and was amused to find him dipping his cock

into a bowl. What could that be, I thought but continued to act as if my eyes were closed

After a few minutes he opened my mouth with his two fingers and searched out my tongue.

My eyes were closed and when he shifted forward I did not see it until his cock was in my

mouth. It was fully chocolate coated. He had had the foresight to prepare a dish of liquid

chocolate and had kept it in his room just in case I agreed to give him oral.

I had always enjoyed giving oral and the feel of a hard erect cock inside the warm and

watery confines of my mouth, virtually begging to be satisfied, was giving me a lot of

pleasure. He held the same pace as with her tits and started fucking my face. I responded

with vigour sucking all the chocolate that was stuck to his cock and in the process took him

as deeply in my mouth as was possible. I could not turn away, he held me firmly in place

and drove forward until his cock pushed into my throat. I had absolutely no choice yet

again but to open up to him. Unwittingly my teeth started ensuring that no harm would

come to Suraj’s cock because of my teeth that was rapidly moving in and out of my mouth.

Not only that I was beginning to enjoy his cock inside my mouth. At times, I even forgot

whose cock it was, Sahil’s or Suraj’s. Struggling to breathe as he picked up his pace, I was

surprised as his seed shot down my throat. Although I was used to swallowing cum I did
not expect the discharge so soon. I choked and tried to turn away as the last drops of his

cum were deposited in my mouth which I promptly swallowed. Somehow both the cums i.e.

the one of Sahil and the one from Suraj tasted exactly the same.

’Thanks a lot.’ Suraj said. ‘I hope you enjoyed it. Actually this is one of the best and most

intimate acts and very pleasurable. And it is only the smart girls who don't act prude and

spit it out. Now just a little bit of stimulation more with your mouth and you will get the

wonderful fuck I promised you.’

He made it sound as if I was waiting for the promised fuck with the anticipation similar to

the one that a child has for a promised toy. I smiled and went back to work on his cock

which was now slightly limp but within minutes had regained its former stature.

‘Aparna, would you please do me a favour. Could you please turn around and be on all

fours. It will give me a good view of both your orifices. Don’t be embarrassed, please.’ Suraj

said.

I nodded and went down on all fours. The position was not entirely to me. During our

exploratory phase this too had been tried by us. It had its pluses like deep penetration but

the face to face contact was not there. He started from the soles of the feet, his hands

touching everywhere sending frissons of shivering all over, till he pulled the cheeks of my

buttocks apart.

‘Absolutely beautiful.’ He said getting on to his knees. I could feel his erect cock on my

thighs till it was temporarily stopped in the groove of my ass hole.

‘Tried it here?’ he asked. For a moment I was afraid lest he would thrust it there.
‘No, please. It will be painful.’ I cried.

‘Okay, relax.’ He gradually brought the cock down to the folds of the lips my pussy. I could

feel the wet precum dribbling from the tip of his cock. His strong hands held my legs apart

as he pressed the length of his cock into me slowly working it back and forth. I felt the walls

of my pussy being stretched farther than they'd ever been before. It felt so good, so damn

good. My eyes rolled back and I moaned softly, letting him know I wanted all of him. It took

awhile but Suraj managed to get his entire cock into me. I could feel his balls tight against

my butt. Suraj put his arms over my pussy hair. He slowly worked his huge cock in short

deliberate strokes. I could feel myself being overcome with the pleasure of his

manipulations. He leaned down and pressed each breast and kissed the back of my neck.

Spreading my legs farther apart he began stroking his cock in and out of me in long strokes,

almost pulling out of me. Slowly at first, then increasing the pace till he was pounding his

cock into me, his tight balls slapping against my butt. I grabbed his arms to hold on tight. He

worked his cock like the master lover that he was. I came in seconds, and, then again. I

pushed my pussy back towards him. ’Oh God, Suraj!’ I screamed.

It was at that moment that my eyes happened to see some movement in the dimly lit

drawing room below and I saw Sahil and Mitali, surprisingly clothed. What were they doing

there at that time! I wondered. Suraj's eyes were intense, his entire body stiff. I doubt that

he heard me or would have stopped even if I wanted him to. He continued plunging his stiff

cock into me with hard, deliberate strokes occasionally slowing the pace while swaying his

hips to make the head of his cock swirl inside my hot pussy. We'd fucked so hard my head

was almost off the edge of the bed. We had to hold onto to each other to keep us both from
rolling onto the floor. Suraj was making low sounds, which let me know he was thoroughly

enjoying fucking me. He definitely loved my pussy and I was having a lovely intercourse. In

fact I was having orgasm after orgasm, some more intense than the last. I felt I was going to

pass out at any moment, all my strength depleted.

Suraj's pace increased so fast the sounds of his pelvis slapping into me filled the room. His

body stiffened, his hands gripped my legs hard as he shot his hot, thick load into me. I felt

my pussy being filled with his cum, spurting wildly. His eyes tightly shut, his body gave one

last shudder, he gave me one long hard plunge and shot the last of his load inside me. I

could feel the sticky liquid running out of me as he slowly withdrew his cock, still swollen,

covered in our juices. He leaned over me, catching his breath, which was coming in short

gasps.

’Oh Aparna, that was awesome!’ He muttered softly, still having trouble getting his breath.

‘I…I think I saw Sahil and Mitali there down below.’ I said. I think I sounded slightly

disturbed.‘ Aw, come on. They must have had a quickie. I think we too must dress up. Sahil

will be waiting for you in bed. That is the advantage of females. They can have one orgasm

after another.’ Suraj laughed. I hurriedly got out of the bed and happened to see myself in

the mirror. Fully nude with cum dribbling down my thighs. I promptly got down on all

fours, searching for my panty and bra giving Suraj again a full view of my pussy. Quickly I

clutched them in one hand and darted to the bathroom to make myself more presentable.

In the bed at night Sahil and I exchanged notes.

‘How was it?’ he asked.

‘Good.’ I said

‘How about you?’

‘Yes, the girl is good but she stuck to her words. Though I tried all tricks she did not let me

go below her belly button. She has got pretty big breasts though. I guess you too kept him at

bay as we had agreed.’

‘Well, yes.’ I stammered. ‘ Of course, I just let him play with the breasts.’

‘Good, let us see how it is the next time. Suraj said that he keeps coming to our town and

would be visiting us shortly. Even playing with breasts is quite pleasurable’ Sahil said

approaching me.

‘God! You are nice and wet.’ He said finding my pussy. ‘Anyway, good that he stimulated

you to such an extent.’ I was listening to him open mouthed not knowing whether to be

happy or sad about the days to come.

‘May I tell you something?’ Sahil asked me seriously.

‘Yeah, sure.’

‘I don’t know why but I have a craving for something.’ he said.

‘What?’ I asked.

‘Chocolate.’ He replied.

‘Chocolate?’

‘Yes, chocolate. Have you tasted chocolate recently, Aparna?.’

While I was wondering what to reply he said with a twinkle in his eye ‘Or something

dipped in chocolate?’

My eyes were wide with amazement when he laughed.

‘ Come on now. How did the chocolate taste?’

‘You know it?’ I asked bewildered.

‘Know what?’ he asked teasingly.

‘Come on, now. Tell me about yourself and how do you know this?’

‘Well, we were in the next room, the window was open and if I didn’t find you so engrossed

I would have knocked you on the shoulder to apprise you of our presence.’ He said.

‘Oh Sahil, you are so naughty. Why didn’t you come into the room? With you the pleasure

would have been so much more and I would have felt so reassured’

‘Sure. Next time and don’t let the chocolate dips make you forget your darling husband. In

any case watching you too was very pleasurable especially since Mitali and I were watching

our spouses.’

‘Tell me how far you went with Mitali.’ I was besides myself with curiosity.

‘Well, you should keep wondering that since you got so carried away or else you too would

have got to see.’

He laughed and then seeing the disappointed look on my face.’ Don’t worry, Mitali is good

but you are the best.‘

‘So are you love, so are you.’ I said as I hugged him.