Cuckold

It wasn’t surprising to me to that our friendship had grown beyond societal norms. We were four childhood friends, who grew up together and managed to keep in touch with each other, even after our paths separated. Life in a small town, perhaps, has these advantages. Our elite 4-people group expanded to include our wives, as one by one each of my friends got married. With in a matter of couple of years all my friends had gotten married and we had three more adorable people in our group. At 27, I was still after my first love and wouldn’t even consider taking the arranged marriage route, as my friends took.

As luck would have it, my friends moved to the United States in pursuit of a bright future and liberal lifestyle. I was still stuck in India, hoping that Mayuri would eventually accept my proposal. I already had couple of job offers from US companies but didn’t take them up since I believed that it was only a matter of time before Mayuri accepted my proposal. My friends on the other hand wouldn’t understand what was keeping me back. They never gave me a chance with this dove-eyed beauty. So, naturally they were shocked to hear the news of my marriage with Mayuri.

Of all the people, Shrini was very unhappy that I never shared this secret with him. He helped me communicate my feelings to Mayuri back in college when I lacked self belief. I met Mayuri during the final year of my undergraduate studies. She was 6 years junior to us and had just joined the 11th grade class in our junior college. No sooner did she join, word about her beauty started circulating among boys in our college. I still remember – a bunch of folks from our group had made a beeline outside her classroom, just to get a glimpse of her beauty. Although, she was just in her 11th grade, she could put to shame any of the grown up girls with the kind of body she possessed. Being a Kokanastha (Maharashtrian Brahmins from coastal part) Brahmin it was not surprising that she was gifted with a flawless, fair complexion. She was around 5’4″, slightly above average height by Indian standards. Her eyes and her lips were her striking features. She had awesome figure – she was neither skinny nor fat but just perfect. It wasn’t surprising that there were lots of guys eyeing her and even proposed to her on rose day. Getting introduced to her was very easy for me. I was the college topper all the years and was expected to score very highly in the final year exams as well. However, carrying a meaningful conversation with her was always difficult for me as I would get distracted time and again by her stunning beauty. In no time she knew that I had a crush on her and so did my friends learn about that.

I still didn’t have courage to even ask her out, forget about sharing my feelings with her. Fortunately, my friends came to rescue me there. Realizing that I wouldn’t be able to muster courage to confront her with my feelings for her, they sent her twenty-five red roses to her on rose day, on my behalf. I was stunned when I came to know about this. I did meet Mayuri several times after that but we never discussed about this. Later I came to know that she thought that I had sent her the roses and that it was just to communicate her about my feelings for her. While she liked my company, she was more interested in her studies at that point in time and hence she never entertained that idea beyond that point. I, however, managed to make good friends with her even after I moved out of college and we regularly kept in touch. My friends were still unaware of this, though. Shrini was with me in the college and was one of the persons who had engineered the rose day proposal. Given this background, he was understandably very pissed with the news. He, at least, expected me to share this secret with him.

I had to pacify him on the phone for a while before he forgave me for holding onto my little secret but only on the condition that I share with him the gory details of our honeymoon. This was something that I should have expected from him. Shrini & Pratik were downright obnoxious at times and recklessly sharing the gory details of their sex life with us. Shrini and Pratik both regarded Mayuri to be very beautiful and would have pursued her if she had been an easy catch. However, they never left an opportunity of talking dirty about any of the attractive females in our group. In particular, both of them enjoyed sharing their fantasies of boning Mayuri, if only they got a chance. Although, they knew I had a crush on her they never really thought I was very serious about her. I was a bit concerned with all the guy talk we had back then when we quite didn’t know how things would pan out in the future.

I am digressing here, though. The reason I kept the little secret from everyone was perhaps only to protect my male ego. None of my friends ever thought that I could even woo Mayuri, forget about getting married to her. She was a Brahmin by caste, and a very beautiful girl at that. On the other hand, I was a South Indian, not a Brahmin and was considerably dark skinned than her. I came to know from a close friend of her that her family was against the idea of Mayuri getting married outside her caste. They definitely didn’t want her to get married to a dark skinned guy like me. That’s the reason, I was not too optimistic but I didn’t stop persisting though. It was only after one of her elder cousins eloped with a Muslim guy next door that they were forced to seriously think about Mayuri’s future. It seemed Mayuri was very keen on getting married to me but her parents were adamant about not having a South Indian Shudra for their son-in-law. Mayuri was in her final year and she had already gotten admission into an US university for her further studies. I too had received my H1B but was deliberately delaying traveling to the US. It didn’t take much time after her cousin fled for Mayuri’s parents to realize that I was perhaps a much better choice than either a Muslim or a Firang for that matter. The fact that Mayuri was just 20 didn’t matter and on an auspicious day in the month of February 1997 we got married.

So, finally I got married to the woman of my dreams, or rather a girl of my dreams. We didn’t have a very long honeymoon, just a week at the nearest hill station, Matheran. And no I didn’t bother sharing the gory details with Shrini or Pratik. In fact, I pretty much avoided contact with them the next couple of months until I finally relocated to the US.

I found a consulting job in one of the high-tech companies in the Silicon Valley and Mayuri joined me a few months later, just before her college started. Mayuri was exceptionally ambitious and it surprised most people to see her get married at such a young age. While, most of our batch mates were enjoying our summer vacations by doing nothing, she was working with her Dad, helping him in his business and understanding the intricacies of Architecture. I had no doubt in my mind that we wouldn’t step into the family way before she is into her thirties. It was her hard work and practical knowledge she gained while working with her Dad that enabled her to secure admission into this prestigious college.

Very soon, she was an integral part of our group. Now, our entire elite group was in the US within a 600 mile radius with us being almost at the center. Shrini and Rohini were located in the north near Davis. Pratik and Sneha were located in Fresno, most unlikely area for a software engineer. Vinil and Dolly were located in Los Angeles area. It was very difficult for all of us to meet on a weekly basis, but we made it a point to meet on a monthly basis, at least. And most of the time the meeting was at our place. With frequent meetings, Shrini and Pratik got more of an opportunity to flirt with Mayuri. Mayuri, though, very adroitly handled their lecherous glances and advances. Having exposed to dealing with people in construction business, she knew how to conduct herself among men. I had no doubt that Shrini and Pratik envied me for having such a beautiful wife.

Everything went as it should between friends until the Memorial Day weekend of 1999. Mayuri had just finished her exams and her final project presentation. We had decided to relax at home instead of using the long weekend for sight seeing. All our friends decided to spend the weekend at our place as well. We were outside on the patio having a few drinks and our discussion turned to sex. Shrini was the first one to broach up the topic.

“I have been having sex almost twice a day ever since I got married!” we heard Shrini claim very proudly.

“Really?” I asked eagerly.

“Well it has slowed down these days. Especially the last two years things have mellowed down significantly.”

“I guess, that’s normal after being married for six years,” he added to justify.

Pratik chimed in, “I totally agree!”

“Four years of marriage has had a similar effect on me as well.”

Vinil corroborated Shrini and Pratik by saying, “Sex is not everything!”

“Sooner or later there are other aspects of marriage that become more important or pertinent.”

And then it was my turn to give my 2 cents.

“Well, I too did it twice in the first six months or so but recently it has been mostly once a day.”

Mayuri’s studies had significantly curtailed our bedroom encounters, since her course load was very demanding and she was very adamant of finishing it in two years.

“Moreover my consulting job makes it very difficult since I have to travel on a regular basis,” I added justifying our low frequency given our fairly new marriage.

“I don’t agree with you Vinil,” Shrini countered Vinil.

“Other things start becoming more only important after you have kids.”

“And none of us have kids yet,” he clarified.

“So what are you saying?” asked Pratik.

Shrini looked at our blank expressions and said, “Have you heard the phrase ‘Familiarity breeds contempt'”

“Or the phrase ‘Variety is the spice of life”” he asked.

“What exactly are you saying,” I asked since it seemed too much of a loaded statement to me.

“Well, all I am saying is that we are bored with our mundane life and we need some excitement,” Shrini said calmly.

“I agree,” both Pratik and Vinil chimed in.

“We need some excitement before we get into the rut of life and have kids,” Pratik added.

The more we dwelled on this topic, the more we talked about our mutual experiences and ended up concluding that we needed a little bit of excitement in our life to spike the lost interest in the sex department. Although, I didn’t believe Mayuri and I had lost interest in the sex but the frequency had mellowed down and certainly it never lived up to the expectations I had from myself before marriage. As a single guy, I believed that I would be having sex every day of my life and never understood why some of the other married folks couldn’t keep up their drive. Being married for couple of years made me understand that it takes quite a bit of energy to have sex and having it every night is Herculean effort, quite beyond most people’s capabilities.

During that discussion, I came to understand that Mayuri and I were truly naïve in the sex department. My close friends had been far more adventurous and had tried quite a few esoteric positions and also experimented with quite a few toys that were easily accessible here. Mayuri and I on the other hand usually engaged in missionary style sex and occasionally engaged in doggy style sex. Besides that we didn’t try anything adventurous till date, although oral sex was not uncommon between us.

It was inevitable that our discussion steered to forbidden topics in our community. As expected it was Shrini who started it by saying, “I think we should try swinging.”

“Are you out of your mind,” yelled Vinil. Pratik and I were a little bit relaxed but definitely not interested in the direction our discussion was heading.

“No I am not,” Shrini replied very calmly and added, “I know quite a few of my American colleagues indulge in it and that’s what keeps their marriages alive.”

“It is not in our culture,” retorted Vinil.

“Besides our wives would never agree to something that outrageous,” he added thoughtfully.

“I am not worrying about the execution part yet. We need to be convinced that this is the right path before we worry about how to make things happen,” said Shrini.

None of us could agree less.

“And it is not as if such things happen only here, I knew of a secret social network in Bombay that organized swapping events.”

We were all ears as he continued, “Although outrageous group sex activities never happened there but wife swapping definitely happened.”

“They ran a lottery scheme and only wealthy, screened couples were invited.”

“The wives usually selected one of the keys from the pooled car keys and then she would be off with the owner of the car for a wild night feast of sex.”

“India is not too far behind in these things.”

“Anyway, we are all in the US, why should we care about the social taboos in India.”

The seeds were sown. Only time would tell if they would bear fruit, I thought to myself. While I agreed with Shrini’s point of view, I didn’t quite see a reason why one would want to experiment with such a wild idea, given that it could have disastrous consequences. I was perfectly happy with my sex life and didn’t see any particular reason to experiment. However, I had been into the marriage only for couple of years and hence didn’t quite know how things would materialize in future. Shrini, Pratik, and Vinil were definitely in agreement on the loss of excitement in their marriage after all these years.

I wondered if any one from our group would find any person of opposite sex undesirable. At least, I found all the three women quiet attractive and would relish spending time with them in the bedroom. They were very different and unique in some sense. Sneha was the most voluptuous woman of the lot – her luscious lips almost inviting for a kiss and her pear shaped body was almost perfect example of Indian beauty on the healthier side. Rohini was the skinniest of the lot but she was quite attractive in her own way. Her height, almost 5′ 6″ was certainly an advantage and her smallish breasts with her cute smile definitely had an aura. Dolly was short and petite, except in the hip region, where she seemed to be a bit well endowed. She was the cutest of the lot. Mayuri was certainly the most beautiful women from our group but had slightly smaller breasts to my taste. I did work on them over the past 2 years to bring them to B+ cup size. Given her age, it was, perhaps, acceptable to have those smallish breasts. As women generally tend to put on a little bit of weight as they age. I always believed that women generally look their best in their 30s. That was perhaps one of the reasons I found Rohini attractive.

The guys on the other hand weren’t all that handsome. Vinil was, perhaps, the best looking guy but then he was also the shortest. Even Dolly was slightly taller than him, although he would never admit that. Pratik was a typical Maharashtrian, slightly overweight but yet not undesirably so. Shrini was the skinniest and the tallest of the lot. Overall, one wouldn’t rate him as a very attractive but he wasn’t bad either. I was slightly dark skinned but I was the person with a very good physique and one who exercised regularly.

All of us moved in, where our wives had gathered together and were listening very intently to what Rohini was saying. Out of sheer inquisitiveness, I asked, “What are you folks talking about?”

Mayuri excitedly responded, “Rohini is talking about her thesis on polyamorous relationships in humans.”

I was pretty stunned to hear that and could only ask further, “What about them?” Rohini elaborated, “Actually my thesis is to understand the roots of polyamorous relationships in humans and why such relationships came into existence.”

“It is interesting to note that although polygamy is well understood by most Indians, it is not the only form of polyamory.”

Sneha added, “And polyandry was also quite popular in some parts of India.”

“Polyandry?” All four of us asked in disbelief. The only polyandry we ever heard was that in the Mahabharata age and only one specific case of Draupadi.

“Yes, some of the tribes in Tibet still practice polyandry and it is primarily for economic reasons.”

“The amount of irrigable land is scarce and division of such fertile land amongst children reduces the amount available for each and consequently renders it useless.”

“So, polyandry is almost an economic compulsion in Tibet and socially acceptable as well,” explained Rohini.

“Apart from this, some of the people in Kerala and Bengal used to practice polyandry couple of centuries ago. Even today you could clearly see that they are primarily matriarchal societies,” added Rohini.

Dolly excitedly chimed in, “I wonder how the husbands could identify their kids.”

“And I always wondered how Draupadi allotted time slots to the Pandavas,” blurted Mayuri. All of us could only have hearty laugh. But for Rohini it was a much more serious issue and we all looked towards her to get an expert opinion.

“Well, I don’t know how Draupadi managed it but it is quite an issue of mutual understanding and the wife’s consent.”

“Most of the time, the wife sleeps with her husbands, usually not more than two, on alternate night basis,” she explained.

“There is never an issue about whose kid it is, since they are their kids regardless of the actual genetic parentage,” she elaborated.

“So, whose kid the wife bears is just a matter of luck, as all of them are having their due share from her.”

“Well so much for economic compulsions,” she exhaled.

“That explains the origins.”

“But what about the revival of polyamory in the west these days?” asked Pratik.

“Well that is an entirely different issue and has no relation to economics or the social structure.”

“It is something that I could never comprehend and I have rarely heard of such things lasting lifetime of a person.”

“Usually, things fall apart as the mutual attraction decrease over a period of time and they never endeavor into more complex relationships involving children.”

“Polyamory needs phenomenal amount of trust and faith to work in the long term.”

“Moreover, making it publicly known causes other kind of social issues.”

“What about swinging or spouse swapping,” I asked only to get that glare from Mayuri and the other women.

“You can’t compare swinging with polyamory,” yelled Dolly.

“Well, he can,” said Rohini surprising every one.

“More often than not, polyamory usually has a primary relationship that is superior to other relationships.”

“Such as husband-wife relationship – that is the most important relationship and everything else is secondary.”

“So, people usually have polyamorous relationships by having one or two people involved from outside in the relationship.”

“It doesn’t last for a long time but then that is by design.”

“Swinging comes closest to this but then the sole purpose of swinging is just having sex.”

“Having said that, people who are seriously into swinging, especially with the same set of people, do eventually develop polyamorous relationships.”

“Yes, but all this happens only in the west,” said Shrini almost dismissing the idea.

“No, it happens also in India but it is largely under covers,” said Rohini.

Rohini had worked as a social worker in India till she moved to the US and had counseled quite a few disgruntled couples, who transgressed the borders of marriage once in a while.

“Indian women are not that adventurous enough for something like this,” said Shrini, almost instigating the four women.

Dolly quickly retorted, “I think Indian men cannot handle it. That is the reason why we Indian women never entertain such thoughts.”
Ooh, touchy,” said Pratik teasing them.

“Really, can you guys handle it?” asked Mayuri teasingly.

“Cut it out!” Vinil said restoring some sanity but he women were not to be let down and Dolly provoked us again, “Can you guys handle it?”

“Handle what?” asked Pratik almost challenging them.

Dolly couldn’t quite say it but then Mayuri picked up the baton and said, “Having your wives sexually involved with other men.”

Vinil not to be let down, immediately asked, “Which other men?”

“Let us say, someone among you,” responded Sneha.

Battle of wits had begun and both the men and women were unwilling to retreat. It was only time before things could have escalated.

“Hello, you guys are just thinking about sex,” said Rohini.

“The problem is much more serious than that.”

“Yes, can you guys handle your wives getting romantically involved with other men?” asked Dolly.

Shrini laughed hearing this and said, “First you ladies should be willing to spend some time alone with us before getting romantically involved with any of us.”

“Oh really?” asked Mayuri.

“We are willing to do a lot more than that,” shot back Sneha.

“Okay, we will go out to watch a movie tomorrow night and each of you will accompany someone other than your husband,” said Shrini.

“Done!” snorted Dolly.

“Just watching a movie?” Sneha asked.

“Well you are watching a movie with someone else other than your husband,” clarified Vinil.

“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 Shrini.

“Can you handle it?” asked Pratik.

“Of course, we can handle it,” said Mayuri.

“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 Shrini letting the cat out of the bag.

“Are you folks sure you want to go through this?” Pratik asked.

“Oh we can’t wait,” said Mayuri looking directly into his eyes.

“But can you handle it?” asked Dolly teasingly.

“We will see who handle this,” Shrini 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, Vinil broke the silence.

“What happened? Why were these women so confident?” he asked.

“Well, they got nothing to loose,” Shrini said.

“Who is going to win?” asked Pratik.

“Only time will tell that,” replied Shrini.

“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 Vinil.

“Not thought of it,” Shrini 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.

Shrini 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, Shrini was paired with Mayuri, Vinil was paired with Sneha, and Pratik 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.

Shrini 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.

Shrini, Pratik, Vinil, 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. Mayuri 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. Mayuri 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 Shrini.”

“I am reluctantly helping him achieve his objective.”

“What objective?” I asked puzzled by her admission of an insidious plan of Shrini.

“Shrini wants to bed Mayuri,” 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 Shrini 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 Shrini wanted to bed Mayuri. Moreover, Shrini definitely had a crush on Mayuri 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 Pratik and Vinil 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.”

“Shrini is hell bent on having Mayuri 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 Shrini’s desire to fuck Mayuri 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 Mayuri 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 Mayuri 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.

“Shrini 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 Mayuri now,” she said confirming my worst doubts. I knew that Shrini 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.

I had heard about some rumors about a wager he had with his local friend, when we were in college. It was about bedding a hot married lady staying in their building and he managed to seduce her in a matter of six months and screw her. The lady was really hot in bed apparently, although I never heard Shrini gloat about his conquest but his friends did tell me that he managed to fuck her. The lady by no means was beautiful and yet he was able to break her resolve. It didn’t take much of intelligence for me to figure out that how hard he will be going at Mayuri.

“I am sure you wouldn’t find it hard to understand how hard it is put a leash on his flirting nature.”

“But with Mayuri joining our group it is impossible to stop him,” she said clearly highlighting her helplessness.

“A shy, young, married wife is a perfect lure if he needed any,” she said driving home the point.

“What if Mayuri doesn’t accept his advances?” I said. Mayuri although had a bit of adventurous spirit considering her very conservative background, I didn’t believe she would cheat on me or have an affair with anybody, especially with a close friend of mine.

“You can just hope that,” she said dismissing my point.

“No women can resist his advances,” she said praising Shrini’s skills in wooing women.

“And once they had a taste of sex with him — they keep coming back for more.”

“I wish Mayuri doesn’t accept his advances.”

“But I know and even hope that she succumbs to his advances,” she said surprising me.

“I thought you were unhappy about this,” I asked questioning her motives.

“Yes, I am. But do I have a choice?”

“It is better than him sleeping with some white women or a prostitute for that matter,” she elaborated.

“I am puzzled.”

“Here let me explain,” she said taking my hands in hers as soon as the waitress brought our drinks and appetizers. The conversation had already taken a toll of my appetite.

“Shrini has an insatiable appetite for sex and needs ample variety.”

“Naturally, one can hardly expect him to be content with a simple woman like me.”

“He needs ample sex outside our marriage!”

“Now, I wouldn’t want him to sleep with any women, without knowing her background or sexual history.”

“Need to guard against diseases,” she elaborated.

“With this background, Shrini and I believe that Mayuri fits the bill perfectly.”

“So, that is how we ended up arranging yesterday’s episode.”

I was intently listening to her feeling the warmth of her hands in that unusually cold place due to an unregulated AC. I could sense that she genuinely cared for me, although out of her devotion to her husband she had to surreptitiously assist him in his dark games.

“I couldn’t do this behind your back and hence I had to share this with you,” she said.

“I even wanted to make sure that Mayuri wasn’t paired with Shrini for the movie.”

“Couldn’t do that though.”

“I am happy that you thought about me at least,” I said withdrawing my hands.

“So what is the deal now,” I asked her.

“I don’t want to cheat you,” she said.

“You can still call this off,” she assured me.

“How?” I eagerly asked.

“After tonight’s episode, Shrini is planning to take a headcount tomorrow morning of people who are willing to continue this in some fashion,” she answered.

“It would be a secret ballot.”

“We would need a unanimous agreement to take something like this to the next step.”

“You can vote against it.”

“But unanimous agreement is very hard to get with something like this.”

“Trust me,” she said.

“Everybody would want to go ahead with something like this!”

“Ask yourself, if not for today’s discussion wouldn’t you have agreed to it?” she asked.

I reluctantly nodded my approval but then I countered here, “But I am guy.”

“No guy could ever refuse to such a proposal.”

“You mean to suggest women would object to this?” she asked with disbelief.

“I suppose so.”

“Men are so naïve,” she said.

“Women relish such opportunities, especially when they are without any usual associated complications.”

“Are you saying that Sneha and Dolly are eager to take this to the next level?”

“I am saying much more than that,” she said.

“Mayuri too is eager.”

“And not only that, she even helped me orchestrate yesterday’s episode.”

“What?”

“You are kidding?” I asked her in disbelief.

“I am not!”

“That is precisely the reason, I am talking to you.”

“Are you suggesting that she wants to be Shrini’s mistress?”

“I wouldn’t draw such far fetch conclusions.”

“But she is willing to experiment”

“And that is all a talented lover like Shrini needs.”

“You are bluffing,” I countered trusting that Mayuri wouldn’t take part in such very radical plans. Her upbringing, her conscience wouldn’t allow her to participate in such extreme experimentations.

“Trust me,” she said urging me.

“How do you know?” I asked.

“So, you want the entire story?” she asked.

“Yes, if you want me to believe you.”

“Well, ignore me at your own peril.”

“But, I guess there is no harm in sharing it with you.”

“Go ahead; we have enough time,” I said looking at my watch.

“Shrini has been hatching this plan ever since Mayuri landed in the US.”

“He had to take it very slowly in order for it to be effective.”

“He roped me in the plan about 4 months back and I started talking to Mayuri, getting more details about her marriage and sex life.”

“Very slowly, I implanted the idea of wife swapping in her.”

“Initially, her conscience didn’t let her accept such sinful thoughts.”

“But as time progressed, she found the idea more and more difficult to resist.”

“About a month back she signed up for this plan.”

“Are you saying that Shrini, Mayuri, and you are all in this?” I asked.

“No.”

“Shrini doesn’t even know that I was cajoling Mayuri into this.”

“He was working with you guys.”

“It was completely my idea to test the waters first and understand if there is any point in even pursuing Mayuri in the first place.”

“And even Mayuri doesn’t know that Shrini is behind this.”

“So that’s why you think she is willing?” I asked almost mocking her conclusions.

“Yes and then we very elaborately planned out how we would start the discussion and how we would let it escalate into a confrontation.”

“This is complete bullshit,” I said dismissing her folktale.

“What?”

“You don’t believe me?” she said stunned with my reaction.

“Alright then tell me why Mayuri wore that saree today?” she asked in anger.

“It was your first anniversary’s gift and she wore it to an event such as todays?”

“What are you implying?”

“Do you know who rigged the pairing?” she asked almost suggesting that it was Mayuri. Although, I though it might be Shrini who did that.

“You remember I told you that I tried to ensure that Shrini didn’t get paired with Mayuri.”

“Yes, who did it?” I asked eagerly.

“Mayuri”

“Mayuri?” I asked stunned by her reply.

“She wanted to go out with Shrini,” I asked surprised by her revelation.

“This morning we spoke in the laundry room, where she enquired about the pairings that I was planning to do,” she said.

“I hadn’t decided anything by then.”

“Except that I didn’t want to pair Shrini with Mayuri,” she clarified.

And then she narrated the talk with Mayuri she had in the morning.

“With whom do you wish to be paired?” Rohini asked.

“None in particular; I am just enquiring,” Mayuri replied casually.

“Are you looking forward to it?” asked Rohini.

“Yes indeed. We planned it didn’t we?” Mayuri said excitedly.

“You still want to go ahead with it?” Rohini asked.

“Why?”

“Don’t you?” Mayuri asked her back.

“Well it will help me in pairing you accordingly?” Rohini clarified. “I don’t understand?” Mayuri asked puzzled with Rohini’s question.

“Well,”

“If you are having second thoughts,” she said, “then I could pair you with Vinil.”

“He is too shy to do anything untowardly,” she said smiling.

“So, do you want a vanilla trip to the theatre tonight,” Rohini asked.

“Hmm…”

“It is so embarrassing!”

“How can I answer that,” Mayuri said blushing.

“Well you can choose to not answer but then you might have to watch the movie with docile Vinil,” Rohini said threatening her to reveal her preferences.

“I don’t have anyone particular in mind,” Mayuri said and after a brief pause added, “But I do want to have some fun.” “How much of fun do you want?” Rohini asked probing further.

“You are so mean!” said Mayuri.

“Why do you ask?”

“Can’t you understand?” Rohini quickly responded in a teasing tone.

“Well, one could have fun by holding hands or perhaps sharing a small kiss, perhaps a peck on the lips, in the theatre.”

“Is that something you have in mind?” Rohini asked.

Mayuri apparently just gave her the dreadful glare that made it clear that she wanted more.

“Okay, I get it.”

“You want some real hot fun in the theatre,” Rohini said.

“Is that correct?” she asked

“Yes.”

“So, is it going to be Pratik or Shrini,” she asked.

“Hmm…”

“I can pair you with the right person and I can assure you that you would come out completely satisfied,” Rohini said very confidently.

“But”

“But?” Mayuri asked.

“But you need to be a willing partner at the theatre.”

“Which means you also need to be dressed right for the occasion,” said Rohini.

“Willing?”

“Yes, if you want to have fun you need to allow a few liberties or even encourage him to take a few liberties,” Rohini clarified.

“Hmm…”

“Wouldn’t that send a wrong signal?” asked Mayuri.

“I am married.”

“Well, so is your partner!”

“I suspect this partner would be your husband,” said Mayuri and the quickly asked, “Am I right?”

“You are right,” Rohini answered in affirmative.

“He has the hots for you and surely wouldn’t let such an opportunity slip by.”

“You can be certain that you would be well used by the time you come out of the theatre.”

“You are not jealous,” asked Mayuri.

“No, I would be happy if you enjoyed his company.”

“Will I?” asked Mayuri.

“I could guarantee 100% satisfaction if there was a bed around in the theatre,” said Rohini. And then they both laughed.

“Is he really good in bed?” enquired Mayuri but then she perhaps realized that this was a very personal question, although, Rohini didn’t mind that.

“Yes he is very good and very well equipped too.”

“You would find out soon,” Rohini said.

“Stop kidding, how will I find out?” Mayuri said coyly.

“Well you can take it in your hand to find out,” teased Rohini.

“You are incorrigible.”

“What would he think if I did that?”

“He wouldn’t have time to think,” said Rohini laughing.

“What about the dress,” asked Mayuri as they were about to leave the laundry room.

“Why don’t you wear a saree?”

“That way you could give free access to your breasts and even roll up the saree if you decide to become really adventurous.”

“You are so mean,” said Mayuri.

And then they walked upstairs taking the laundry.

“Now you know that Mayuri is in for it,” said Rohini. I was really surprised that Mayuri hadn’t revealed any of this to me. I knew that Mayuri was fairly adventurous but didn’t think she would be when it came to such taboo topics as well.

“Now, once Shrini is through with her this evening, he would have her hooked.”

“And she would willingly become his mistress,” I said almost resigning to my fate.
“Is this is just sex?” I blurted out wondering if there could be any other kind of bonding between them.

“It is up to us to make sure that it is just sex and nothing more than that,” said Rohini.

“We both are married and don’t want to jeopardize our marriages,” she said in a concerned tone.

“Yes, I agree,”

“How do we solve this?” I asked in a serious tone.

“There are two options in my opinion,” she explained.

“Option 1, which most possibly wouldn’t work is that you vote against it tomorrow.”

“And the second one,” I asked.

“Option 2, is that you accept your fate,” she exhaled.

“Means?”

“You willingly accept that your wife would be Shrini’s mistress,” she elaborated. At any other time I would have really lost my temper but then this was different and I knew that Shrini was no amateur. If he had set his mind to it, he would achieve his objective. I was more concerned about the consequences of him seducing Mayuri and the impact of it on our marriage.

“Why do you think the first option wouldn’t work?” I asked calmly.

“Shrini is very determined.”

“And you intervening would antagonize him and only fuel his determination, which could possibly mean an end to our marriages.”

“I suppose I don’t need to elaborate further,” she said casually.

“In the second option, our marriages are intact.”

“Yet, Shrini gets the privilege of having Mayuri as his mistress.”

By this time my head was spinning and we were out of the restaurant after finishing our dinner. We still had quite some time before we were expected at the theatre. I wondered what Mayuri and Shrini were doing at this moment. I drove to the nearby mall and found an empty parking spot far away from the mall entrance. The mall was quite deserted at this time. Rohini suggested that we move to the back seat as that would be more comfortable.

“What does it mean for Mayuri to be his mistress?” I asked trying to understand clearly what she or Shrini had in mind.

“Well, it just means that Mayuri is sexually available for him.”

“Available? But when?” I asked confused by her statement.

“All the time!”

“That’s what a mistress is for. Isn’t it?”

“All the time?” I said surprised by her clarification.

“I thought it would be whenever we meet over the weekends.”

“You are right and it may happen that way.”

“But it need not always be the case.”

I was still not very clear what kind of engagement she was talking about. Sensing my puzzled state she elaborated further, “If Shrini feels like spending time with during a weekday night, he might simply drop by your place.”

“And take my place in the bed?” I said out of frustration.

“If you would like to see that way!” she shot back.

“I am sure neither Shrini nor Mayuri would be so blatant about it.”

“You need to tactfully allow some privacy for them.”

“Perhaps go early to bed that night or head out to the supermarket to buy some drinks etc.”

“That way Mayuri could sneak out of the bed or Shrini could do it in your bedroom when you are away.”

“You get the idea?” she asked making sure that I understood.

“It is not wife swapping.”

“He wants her to be his mistress!” she emphasized the difference.

“All though that doesn’t rule out any kind of sexual relationship between us,” she said and leaned in to give me a small kiss. I was surprised with her sudden move.

“We can have sex,” she said after she broke the small kiss.

“But I am not your mistress!”

“And hence may not be available for you all the time!”

“Is this fair?” I asked.

“Life is not fair,” she quickly responded.

“It is your decision — Option 1 or 2.”

“Either way I am with you,” she said squeezing my hand.

“We have common interests — saving our marriages,” she added clarifying her stand.

“Mayuri or someone else, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“To be honest, though, I would prefer Mayuri to be his mistress.”

“Shrini and I wouldn’t have any social or medial complications.”

“So you would prefer Option 2,” I stated the obvious.

“Yes!”

“Although, it sounds bad, it might be a better option for you,” she said. We were sitting very close to each other. She was leaning on my arm and I could feel her smallish breasts on my arm. Her face wasn’t very from me either. In fact, I could even feel her breath as she talked. She definitely wasn’t as beautiful as Mayuri but she had an aura that attracted me towards her.

“Mayuri and I have discussed about your sex life a little,” she continued.

“And it seems in the past two plus years of your marriage you folks have hardly experimented.”

True we rarely tried anything else than the traditional missionary position. With my frequent travel to client locations and her exams both of us were a bit tired to try anything more adventurous. We did indulge and dig oral sex. It perhaps was harbinger of things to come — and perhaps that’s why I felt that our life had become a little bit predictable.

“Once Mayuri spends some time with Shrini in the bedroom, she would be an entirely different woman,” she said.

“You would notice how much more passionate your sex would be.”

“Moreover, you would be living your fantasy,” she said.

“What fantasy?”

“Men’s number one fantasy is that of having their partner sex with some one else,” she elaborated.

I couldn’t lie to her. Yes that was one of my favorite fantasies.

“Mayuri has an incredible appetite for sex that you alone cannot quench,” she continued.

“She needs someone on the side,” all the time.

“Your consulting job also leaves her lonely for most of the nights during the week.”

“Wouldn’t you want somebody to keep her warm during those nights?”

“You and Shrini seemed to have planned this pretty well,” I said.

“Yes, we have been planning this for almost a year now.”

“Shrini has to visit San Francisco almost on a weekly basis for couple of days,” she elaborated further.

“And you are out most of the week.”

“Shrini could take your place on the days you are away.”

“And sometimes on weekends, we could tactfully provide them opportunities to spend time together,” she added.

“On the weekends, while we provide them an opportunity, we could ourselves get together as well,” she said looking into my eyes. In the faint overhead parking light, I could clearly see that she wanted to kiss me again. This time perhaps a real kiss! I leaned forward and our lips met. She parted her lips to accept my probing tongue. It was a very slow, leisurely kiss that gradually gathered momentum. And towards the end we were devouring our mouths.

We still were fully clothed but our hands very roaming over each other. My hands moved all over her back and then very hesitantly I reached towards her stomach. I still didn’t have the courage to move towards her breasts. She noticed it and grabbed my hand and moved it to her breasts. She had very smallish breasts; they were much smaller compared to Mayuri’s.

As we broke our kiss I managed to ask, “Are we doing anything wrong?”

“There is nothing right or wrong,” she answered and added, “It is all in our mind.”

Her hands had cupped my stiff erection and she was gently massaging it. She said, “I wanted you so badly all these days,” as she probed my mouth with her tongue again. Her kiss got more and more passionate and she was getting rough playing with my erection. In no time, she got her hand inside my jeans and started gently kneading my balls. My jeans were unbuttoned and the zipper was open, with her hand completely inside cupping my balls.

I was playing with her breasts, although there was not much of it to play with. I got hold of her left nipple through the brassiere and started gently kneading her. As I did, she moaned into my mouth. My hands gradually moved southwards towards her crotch for the first time and I gently cupped her vagina over the flimsy Salwar she wore. She had a very slender body and I could sense the pelvic bones as I cupped vagina. I am sure she must have been much leaner as a young girl.

After massaging her crotch through the Salwar, I moved a little bit upwards and tugged at the thread holding the Salwar in place. She didn’t flinch but continued the kiss and I pulled and undid the knot. She rose up for me to pull down the Salwar. As I did, she also pulled down her panties. I could hardly see anything in the dark but could feel that she was a traditional Indian woman like Mayuri and didn’t ever bother to trim her fanny.

I again leaned forward to kiss her and my right hand gently cupped her bare vagina now. She was already lubricating and very lightly trailed my finger over her pussy lips. She responded to me by kissing with more force. When I tried to part the lips and plow my finger in, she stopped me from doing that and gently tugged at my neck, as she broke the kiss. It took me only a moment to understand what she wanted and I kneeled down in the cramped back seat and positioned myself to lap her juices. Her vagina smelled a little bit different than Mayuri’s but was very pleasant. It was evident that she was quite excited with our foreplay and it was only a matter of time before she would orgasm. I too was in quite a precarious position, almost on the verge of ejaculating. So, I was glad that she wanted me to orally pleasure her first.

I didn’t waste much time and homed in on her vagina. She shuddered as my tongue test her pussy lips with a few delicate strokes of my tongue. She raised her pelvis a couple of inches, almost involuntary, as my tongue spread her lips and entered her slit. Her vagina was completely lubricated and her juices entered my mouth no soon did my tongue slid inside. I had witnessed Mayuri’s pussy in such a state only a few times and that too very early in our marriage.

I worked her vagina very gradually as I lapped all the juices her pussy had secreted so far. She was so worked up that I didn’t even have to target her clitoris. I did work on her clit couple of times but she found it painful and she pushed me down to lower part of her pussy. Her legs were wrapped over my shoulders and she had held my head very close to her pussy by clasping my hair with her fingers. After almost about 10 minutes of non stop licking she let me go. Although, I was quite certain that she must have cum a couple of times in that duration. She didn’t let me penetrate with her fingers though, just requested me to use my tongue.

When she released me, I moved on top of her and kissed her again very passionately. My dangling, hard dick was almost on top of her vagina. She moved her hand and grasped my dick and started jacking it. I was waiting for her to put it in so that I could start plowing this awesome woman. I never could have imagined that sex with Rohini would be so hot. On the face of it, she looked a very plain woman to me.

When after couple of minutes of kissing, she was still not putting it in; I broke the kiss and looked at her. She understood the reason why I was staring at her and said, “I can’t” she pleaded.

“We are planning for a baby,” she said to my utter disappointment.

“Shucks!”

“I don’t have a condom,” I said.

“No need, even with that I won’t let you put it in,” she replied.

I looked at her in disbelief. Here was this woman who made me go down on her until she climaxed, not once but perhaps twice and now she doesn’t want to return the favor.

“It is risky,” she clarified.

“Besides, I can’t let you have such a privilege unless you help Shrini earn such a privilege from Mayuri,” she said. Her hand still tightly grasping my penis with one hand while the other gently cupped my sacs.

“Why would Shrini need my help?” I asked.

“The entire conversation this evening was how difficult it was for me to even stop him,” I complained.

“Yes that is true,” she chimed.

“But if you offer to help then he would know that you don’t hold any grudge,” she added.

“Doesn’t the idea of Shrini having your wife as a mistress excite you?” she coyly asked at the same time tightening the grip on my penis and balls. I didn’t respond immediately, perhaps I was stumped by such a question from Rohini. I was lost in the thought when she again twisted my penis and brought me out of my reverie.

“Be honest,” she urged.

“Well the idea is enticing,” I admitted but then realizing that perhaps it was a plan of both Shrini and Rohini I asked, “Is this Shrini’s plan?”

“You helping him?” she asked.

“Yes”

“No, he doesn’t need your help,” she said with contempt.

“You need to trust me,” she said as her tone changed perhaps realizing that she shouldn’t have talked to me that way.

“This would serve our mutual interests,” she said.

“Shrini could have half of his cock inside me with my fingers wrapped around the other half.”

“That’s how big he is,” she clarified.

“Then why are you having sex with me,” I said mocking her.

“Do you want an honest answer?” she asked looking into my eyes.

“I really can’t take that big,” she said expressing her frustrations.

“You are almost right for me,” she said and then added, “Although, I am not quite sure about your staying power yet.”

“Why do you think Mayuri can handle it?” I asked believing that a cock almost twice my size would be hard for her to take in as well. I still had my doubts that somebody like Shrini could be so well endowed. I had never heard of such big dicks on Indian men. I could have believed her if she had said he was much larger than me.

“I am pretty confident that she would love it,” she said.

“I can guess sizes of women very easily based on the knowledge I have gleaned so far.”

“Besides, I know that Mayuri does have a thing for size,” she said sizing up my response. My cock almost jerked up as I heard this.

“What knowledge?”

“Well Kama Sutra, our age old bible on sex,” she said.

“I thought it was all about positions,” I said not understanding what in particular she was referring to.

“Well, that is a much later part.”

“First, it talks about the compatibility of men and women based on their genital sizes.”

I moved to a more comfortable position and pulled up my trousers and so did she before she started explaining me further. My respect of Rohini now turned into admiration as I realized that she was really knowledgeable in various areas and knows the right knobs to push, to get a desirable response. It made me wonder if she indeed wanted Shrini to not have any affair. Her behavior suggested that she was eager to clear the path to Shrini and Mayuri’s affair. And that both Shrini and Mayuri were very serious about making it a main stay of our lives, rather than just a passing fad. Although, I was pretty excited at the thought of Mayuri sampling Shrini’s cock (of course, assuming that he indeed had that big equipment), I was concerned about losing Mayuri to Shrini.

“According to Kama Sutra men and women can be classified into three categories,” she started elaborating.

“Although the names of the three categories are different for men and women, they correspond.”

“Women are classified into Deer, Mare, or Elephant.”

“Deer’s are the smallest. Dolly perhaps would be a Dear,” she explained.

“Mayuri, Sneha, and I would mostly be classified as Mare.”

“Although between us, I would say Sneha would be largest and I would be the smallest.”

“And what about the men?” I eagerly asked trying to understand in which category she had slotted me. I vaguely remember having such a talk with an old friend of mine but never really dwelled on it beyond that point.

“Men are classified into Hare, Bull, or Horse,” she said.

“Among the men, I feel Pratik would be close to a Bull, Vinil almost a hare and Shrini certainly is a horse.”

“What about me?” I asked not waiting for her to continue.

“You would be a bull too,” she answered to my satisfaction. Her explanation was not very unexpected.

“Now the pairing is very clear, obviously the closer the sizes, the better the pairing.”

“Sneha would really enjoy sex with Shrini, since probably she can only be happy with someone his size.”

“Mayuri on the other hand could be satisfied by any bull.”

“However, it is only the horse that can give her heavenly pleasure.”

“She is large enough to accommodate a horse but can’t really accommodate unless she has a strong urge and desire to do so.”

“Shrini on the other hand might find her vagina tight but then just enough to make sex pleasurable with her,” she explained.

“What if she is not able to accommodate him?” I asked again not very certain she could really entertain somebody that big.

“We should have an answer tonight,” she quickly replied.

“Are you interested in watching the movie?” she asked. The cell phone rang, it was Shrini. It was already 10:00pm and we were still in the parking lot, although we weren’t very far from the theatre. The movie was supposed to start around 10:15pm or so?

She spoke to him and lied that we had a flat tire and Sameer was changing the tire.

“We should be there by 10:30,” she said and kept down the phone.

“So, do you want to find out the answer?” she asked.

“Yes, but how?” I asked.

“We could eavesdrop on them instead of watching the movie.”

“But how?”

“We don’t know where they would be in the theatre?” I asked.

“I know, I can find out.”

“Does Shrini know?” I asked.

“No. He would kill me if I were up to something like this,” she said.

“I am not going to share anything that happened between us with him,” she assured me.

“Will we be able to see them in that dark?”

“Oh don’t worry.”

“If Mayuri’s head disappears sometime during the movie then you have your answer.”

“Do you really think she would do that?” I asked her excitedly.

“I am certain,” she said confidently.

“And you can be certain if she gives him a blowjob that she can accommodate him.”

“But you need to promise,” she said.

“What?”

“That you would encourage Mayuri to pursue an affair with Shrini,” she said.

“Is that required?” I asked.

“Oh, she is a married Indian woman and might feel guilty of doing this,” Rohini clarified.

“During those critical moments you need to help her overcome her guilt.”

“You would be amazed how much better your sex life would be!”

“You should the different tomorrow night itself,” she continued.

“Now drive on,” she said.

“Oh sorry about not letting you ejaculate,” she said squeezing my crotch but this was required for you to enjoy the movie. Her lips parted and we shared one last kiss before I drove to the theatre.

During the drive, I couldn’t contain my excitement and was certainly looking forward to a new life with Shrini and Rohini. With my consulting career, I was not able to spend much time with Mayuri and Shrini could certainly fill in the void during the days I am gone. I was concerned about sharing her over the weekends, though. Weekends were the only time we really had good sex.

My consulting job required me to be away four days a week and I usually returned late night on Thursdays. So, I only had 3 nights with her as I had to catch red eye flight to fly to New York. I expressed my concern of having to share her with Shrini during the weekends.

“Oh! Don’t be so possessive,” she consoled.

“Let her decide, give her a free rein,” she continued.

“You would reap the rewards for your generosity!”

“Although, you might have to encourage her a little bit initially in subtle ways,” she said.

“Subtle?” I was a bit confused.

“Well need to ensure that their affair takes off well.”

“And that Mayuri doesn’t harbor any guilt.”

“But how do I encourage her?” I asked. I had missed an exit as I was lost in the conversation and that meant another 5-10 minutes delay.

“Oh, you are so excited,” she teased, “You even missed the exit!”

“I don’t understand?”

“What subtle ways should I be using?” I said asking her for further clarification?
“In the initial period,” she started explaining.

“You should leave them alone as much as you can.”

“Think of genuine ways you could do this without making it obvious.”

“For e.g. don’t come home for a weekend so that Shrini has her for the entire weekend.”

“As time passes, she would become more comfortable and enjoy having sex with him.”

“This would percolate into your sex life.”

“The more she misses sex with you, the better your sex would be the next time.”

“On weekends, when we get together, we could perhaps rent couple of movies to watch.”

“And then half way through the movie you could pretend sleepiness and quit.”

“I could do the same sometime down the line, so that they both can take advantage of the opportunity.”

“You could have her afterwards when she returns, anyway.”

“Remember that although she is your wife, she is his mistress.”

“Mayuri needs to understand this pretty well.”

“With our persistent efforts Mayuri would get this message.”

“She would understand that she needs to fulfill her mistress duties before her wifely duties.”

I had parked the car in a convenient location and we rushed towards the theatre. As I checked the watch it was 10:40pm already. My heart was beating very hard in anticipation of witnessing my wife for the first time with another man. It was also a testing moment for me where my wife was about to decide our fates — whether we had any future with Shrini and Rohini. By this time I started to comprehend the relationship Shrini and Rohini wanted from us and perhaps even looked forward to it.
As we entered the Cineplex, Rohini whispered to me, “Keep a very low profile, bend down and just follow me.”

“We would be sitting couple of rows behind them.”

“Don’t sit upright; scoop down instead so that the row in front of us would block us comfortably.”

The movie had already started and as expected, she quickly found out where both of them were sitting. They were sitting on the left hand of the theatre, almost 10 rows from the screen. As per plan we were supposed to be sitting on the left hand side farthest from the screen i.e. behind Mayuri and Shrini but closer to the behind wall.

The theatre was fairly deserted as per Shrini’s expectations. I could note that there were hardly 25-30 people in the theater and no one was particularly close to them. They were kind of midway on the left hand side. We quickly sat couple of rows behind them, diagonally opposite to them towards the left hand aisle.

Mayuri was to his right and from our angle we could get a glimpse of her face if she turned towards him. As we settled down, we saw that both of them were sitting comfortably in their chair and didn’t seem to have started their romp yet.

Within a few minutes of our arrival, I noted that Shrini motioned towards her and got his arm around her. Mayuri didn’t object to it but neither did she lean into him. His hand was more on the back of Mayuri’s chair and less on her. He continued his casual talk as he alternated his gaze between the screen and her beautiful face. She continued to watch the movie and didn’t take any effort to make any eye contact with him.

Nothing much happened for several minutes and I was getting concerned if anything would happen at all. I turned towards Rohini and she came pretty close to me, presuming that I was trying to kiss her. She parted her lips and we kissed, not very passionate but a casual open mouthed kiss. Between the kiss, I whispered to her, “Is anything going to happen?”

She assured me, “Very soon Shrini should break her resolve.”

Then there was a lesbian kiss on the screen between Sarah Michelle Gellar and Selma Blair. I was quite certain that Mayuri had never witnessed a French kiss between women. Shrini rightfully seized the opportunity to close into her as his hand circled her and brought her closer. Surprisingly Mayuri didn’t resist this time. From our position, we could not clearly see the faces but general movements and for the rest I had to use my imagination. I felt Rohini’s hand squeezing my hand as this happened. What surprised me further is that although Mayuri was a bit uncomfortable, she was turning towards him while talking, which meant her lips were very close to his.

Rohini leaned into me and said, “See in the next few moments he is going to suck nectar from her lips.”

The conversation on the screen was over and Sarah and Selma had locked their lips in a sensuous kiss.

I asked, “Would she part her lips?”

“Oh yes,” she whispered in my ear, “she would swap saliva with him in the very first kiss.”

As predicted, within a few moments they were kissing. Again, I wished I could see them more clearly but it was clear that it was a long kiss rather than a short peck. So, I guessed she must have parted her lips.

Things started getting heated up as the kiss progressed. I could see Mayuri squirm in her seat as Shrini leaned into her, perhaps squeezing her breasts under the saree. She actually moved forward almost bending downwards; perhaps she was too shy to let Shrini handle her breasts. Shrini too was on top of her trying to cajole her to let him play with her breasts. After a little persuasion, she leaned back, took a quick look behind. We were expecting this and hence had kept ourselves low in the seats all the time.

Ensuring that nobody was near them, she turned towards him and offered him another kiss. I was getting a bit jittery and couldn’t stand the distance from where we were watching. I urged Rohini, “Let’s move forward, we can’t see anything from here.”

Reluctantly she tagged along me as we crawled to the next row. Now there were two rows between us and them. As we sat in the seat we note that Shrini was kissing her checks as his left hand groped her breasts, I imagined. I wondered if her brassiere was still on and asked Rohini. She looked a bit more carefully and said, “Yes she still has it on but it won’t remain on for long.”

“Are you enjoying the show,” she whispered cupping my crotch. We noticed that he was talking to her all along as he did this. But then suddenly she pulled away from him. Didn’t quite understand the reason but Rohini helped me, “See now he is requesting her to unhook her bra and let him play with her bare breasts.”

We both were filling in the gaps with our imagination. And we were most of the time guessing it correctly. Mayuri glanced around in a similar fashion again and then she grabbed her pallu and got it around her right shoulder. This was a clear indication that she was trying to hide her brassiere, more importantly so that she can unhook her brassier underneath the garb of covered pallu. She sunk in her seat as Shrini eagerly waited for her to unhook the brassiere. It seemed on her request he was not staring at her but instead turned his face towards the screen pretending to watch the movie. Within a minute she had unhooked her blouse and pulled up her brassiere providing uninhibited access to Shrini.

While she was unhooking her blouse, Rohini pulled me and said, “Watch!”

“Shrini won’t make a move until she invites him to play with her breasts.”

“It is a technique he uses to ensure that he remains the dominant partner in the relationship,” she elaborated.

True to her words, Shrini didn’t even flinch a bit. It seemed he was lost in the movie and after a minute or two after Mayuri had unhooked her blouse did she nudge him, again we were using our imagination, as he turned towards her. I guessed, she didn’t say a word but glanced downwards hinting towards her breasts. This much invitation was good enough for Shrini to make the next move.

They were sunk in her seats and her face was turned towards him as Shrini was toying with her breasts under the pallu. I was certain that she must have been moaning as he may be trying to twirl her nipples between his fingers. Mayuri’s nipples were very tiny and despite my ardent effort they didn’t grow that much, although her overall bust size increased significantly in past two years. I wondered if Shrini would be able to even grasp them and said so to Rohini. She responded by saying, “It is very common for young girls to have very tiny aureoles and nipples.”

She added further, “She is almost a virgin,” hinting at my small pecker compared to Shrini’s, her hands cupping my erect penis again.

“Don’t worry,” she assured, “Shrini would transfer this young, almost virgin girl into a perfect woman for you,” her grip tightened further putting me at the verge of next orgasm.

They were freely deep kissing as the action was getting more intense and within the next 5 minutes Shrini kneeled down in front of her. And we saw Mayuri willingly raised the pallu enough to accommodate for Shrini’s head and then she started breast feeding him. It was amazing to see my wife of a little over 2 years acting sluttish in a public place. Mayuri continued to moan (my imagination) as Shrini tasted her breasts. I imagined him taking her tiny nipples into his mouth and nibbling on them. This continued for a while and then it ended suddenly. Rohini helped me understand what must have transpired. She said, “I guess he must have been trying to undo her Saree.”

“Really?” I responded excitedly.

“She won’t let him though.”

“It is too risky and cumbersome to do so in such a public place.”

“You mean to suggest she would have done it had this not been a public place?” I asked puzzled by her assumption. It was still a bit difficult for me to understand that she would let him have uninhibited sex with her in their very first meeting.

“Why?”

“Do you doubt?” she asked teasing me.

“Look now,” she continued, “She would instead masturbate him.”

“Watch carefully,” she said.

“Shrini would let her take the lead.”

“He won’t even urge her for it but she would not only masturbate him but also fellate him.”

My eyes were fixed on them as she whispered into my ear, “She will not be able to resist the temptation.”

Shrini had returned to his seats and still had his arm around her. Mayuri now was almost in his arms and slightly twisted, almost sitting sideways facing him. I wondered if the encouragement that Rohini provided this morning to Mayuri is the reason behind her behavior. There didn’t seem to be any suggestion from Shrini but she seemed to be toying with his erection. We were into the last segment of the movie and only had 15-20 minutes left and I whispered to Rohini, “It may not happen after all.”

“We have just 15-20 minutes before the move ends,” I reasoned.

“Oh that is enough,” she answered, “not enough for him to cum in her mouth, though.” It reminded me of an occasion when I had inadvertently cum in her mouth and she fled to the bathroom and thoroughly rinsed her mouth. I was not certain if Mayuri could handle the bitter taste of cum.

“Besides, this is the time where Mayuri has to prove that she can be the ideal mistress for Shrini,” she continued.

“A good mistress doesn’t let her marital vows interfere with her duty to pleasure her master.”

“She needs to prove that she is willing to pleasure him even in a semipublic place such as this.”

“Only then can she evolve into an ideal mistress for Shrini,” she added. While she was tutoring me on the duties of a mistress, I noticed that Mayuri’s head was gradually descending into his lap. We had about 10 minutes left and I wondered if she would go till the end. I couldn’t contain my excitement and desperately wanted to get a glimpse of her head bobbing on his penis. Despite, Rohini insisting not to, I crawled towards the left aisle and moved forward until I was almost in their row. I slowly peeped into the aisle, slightly above the seat arm rest and could clearly see them. Again, the finer details weren’t all the clear but the general outline was evident.

Mayuri had actually kneeled in front of him between his legs and was sucking on his prick as if there was no tomorrow. Although, it was very dark for me to see the finer details, I could guess that she was frantically sucking it as her head bobbed up and down rapidly. I was guessing that she was determined to make him cum before the movie ended.

I didn’t return from that position until almost the movie was about to finish. Rohini came behind me and whispered in my ear, “We need to get back to our section.”

“The movie may end anytime.”

“Don’t worry I will get the gory details from Mayuri tomorrow.” And that was then we returned to our section, where we were actually supposed to be. I wondered if the other couples noticed us – but it was too dark to make out even if they saw us moving back.

When we got out of the theatre, Mayuri and Shrini had already left. The plan was to meet at our home to avoid any embarrassing looks just in case any of our buttons were off. I wondered if she would complete the blow job in the car. All of us reached home almost at the same time, so it was certain that they didn’t really continue their romp in the car.

We joked about how good our night was and everybody chimed that they enjoyed the evening with their partners. The women looked a little bit flushed but they were upbeat and didn’t hide their satisfied looks. All of us adhered to “Don’t ask don’t tell” policy, perhaps the best until people are able to control their jealousies.

We didn’t spend much time in further discussions and hit the bed immediately. Pratik and Vinil had plans to leave the next day morning but Shrini was working at San Francisco office on Tuesday so he planned to leave on Tuesday evening. Shrini and Rohini were staying at our place next day.

As we hit the bed, I wondered if Rohini and Shrini really planned to conduct secret ballot tomorrow morning. Were they interested in involving other couples? After all, it was clear that Mayuri was interested in bedding Shrini as well. And Mayuri was the main driver behind this episode.

Not surprisingly, Shrini brought up the topic at the breakfast table next morning. Pratik, Vinil, Sneha, and Dolly were all dressed up to leave immediately after the breakfast. It was already 10:00am and even Shrini had plans to visit a friend of his for most of the day returning only for dinner. All of us agreed for an anonymous vote on the topic. It was more of a survey. The survey was very trivial, it had three questions:

•Did you enjoy yesterday’s evening with your partner? •Would you be interested in taking this to the next step? •If not, would you be interested in a repeat of such event (a soft form of partner swap, it clarified)?

Not surprisingly the answer to the first question was a resounding yes from each one of us. The answer to the next one was a “NO” from 6 participants. And the answer to third again was a “NO” from 6 participants.

I came to know a little later that only Shrini and I had voted “YES” for the last two questions. Even Mayuri and Rohini had answered “NO.” I was quite puzzled by the reaction, since Rohini had assured that the plan would be a success. Immediately after the breakfast we saw Pratik, Vinil, Sneha, and Dolly off. Shrini said he had some office work and that he had to meet a colleague that day to discuss a system that was supposed to go live the following weekend.

Shrini left almost immediately after the other folks left and Mayuri got busy tiding up the house. Rohini took me downstairs to have a word with me. We entered our gym and occupied the vacant sofas. Despite being a Saturday morning it was almost deserted.

“Mayuri is suffering from guilty conscience,” she started, “She didn’t vote for it.”

“So, who was the other one,” I asked.

“Shrini!”

“What about you?” I asked, “Why didn’t you?”

“What’s the point?”

“Besides, I have a better plan,” she said.

“What?”

“Well, we don’t need to involve other couples in it.”

“Anyway, they don’t seem to be interested.”

“That way, we could have more time for each other,” she added.

I could only nod my approval.

“It would require some persuasion before Mayuri accepts her rightful role!”

“Becoming his mistress,” she clarified.

“But if she is not interested then I guess we don’t have to fret over it,” I managed to say, implying that it would be in our interests, anyway. It started since both of us didn’t want our marriages to be ruined due to sexual passions of our spouses. Although, I said this, I was a little bit disappointed underneath.

“That is the point.”

“She eventually would succumb to him!”

“But we need to guard against her having a guilty conscience.”

“As that would mean that she would be torn apart between her lust for Shrini and her love for you.”

“She should feel that it is okay to have such a dual existence,” Rohini clarified. She understood the situation pretty well. Considering the turn of events in the theatre, it was clear that Mayuri would have voted for it, if not only for her devotion to the sanctity of our marriage. She must have realized that her uncontrolled lust towards him could have seriously jeopardized our marriage.

“This is where you come in,” she explained, “to help Shrini.”

“You need to subtly convey that you are okay with this,” she continued.

“Mayuri and Shrini need to know that you desire them to mate on every possible opportunity.” Her choice of words conveyed very clearly that the relationship was to be founded on sex. I was getting excited by the conversation.

“In fact, it should be clear to them, through your subtle actions that you are making way for their mating sessions,” she elaborated further.

“How?” I asked.

“Consistently surrender your weekend privileges with Mayuri, to ensure that they get more time together.”

“Sooner or later Mayuri would get the message.”

“Besides you always have me to satisfy yourself,” she clarified.

“It is hard to do something like that,” I complained, “without being obvious.”

“A trick is never a trick when you practice it everyday!”

“Make it a habit to go to bed early always; even if it means going to bed without her.”

“Make love to her after she comes to the bed.”

“Or the next day morning,” she added.

“Let her decide when to hit your bed.”

“That is if at all she wants to sleep with you for the night,” she added teasing me.

“All this would take time,” I complained.

“Yes, it took us a year to reach this stage.”

“I am certain that by the year end she would be Shrini’s mistress.”

“I don’t know her state of mind,” I complained, “without that I can’t really approach this topic.”

“My instinct tells me that she would never agree to such an open swap of wives,” Rohini explained.

“Even when only four of us are involved.”

“She would be too embarrassed to do such a thing.” “I am planning to talk to her in the afternoon.”

“You can eavesdrop on our conversation,” she added.

We went back upstairs after this. Mayuri and I didn’t really spend much time talking with each other, particularly we didn’t discuss about last night events. After lunch, I retired to our study room saying that I needed a nap. I had let Rohini know that she should talk with Mayuri in our master bedroom on our bed, so that through the wall I can hear what they are talking about. The walls were pretty thin and if you glued your ear to the wall, you could clearly hear what went in the other bedroom. Our single bed was on the other side of the wall, where I was pretending to be asleep.

Half an hour after I hit the bed, I heard both Mayuri and Rohini move into the master bedroom. They locked the door behind them; the door to my room was locked as well.

“Now tell me,” I heard Rohini say, “How did it go yesterday?”

“Oh it was good,” Mayuri responded coldly.

“Just good?” Rohini probed her.

“I am feeling a bit guilty now,” Mayuri responded, “things went out of hand.”

“So, you capitalized on the opportunity after all,” Rohini said.

“Yes, I did.”

“Good for you!”

“I don’t think the swapping idea is good,” said Mayuri as Rohini had predicted.

“I guessed.”

“You must have voted against it.”

“You didn’t enjoy it?” Rohini asked more to understand the reason behind it.

“I enjoyed it.”

“But it just doesn’t seem proper.”

“I feel as if I am cheating on Sameer.”

“Why do you think so?” asked Rohini, “I can assure you that he had his own share of fun.” Looking back at the events, I realized that it was Rohini who had all the pleasure; I was left hard and dry. She compensated me by letting me use the time to watch Mayuri and Shrini in action, though.

“What?”

“Did he?”

“He made a move on you?” Mayuri asked excitedly.

“Your husband is so shy,” she said, “I had to provide him lot of encouragement before he could enjoy himself.”

“Yes, Sameer is a sweet guy.”

“He can’t take advantage of anyone,” said Mayuri knowing me very well for more than 7 years now.

“You would notice that even I hadn’t answered yes,” said Rohini.

“With such a large group, it is too risky,” she added.

“Oh,” said Mayuri surprised with her admission.

“It would be cozy if it were just the four of us,” said Rohini.

“I could be more comfortable with that,” replied Mayuri, “but I can’t muster courage to openly indulge in it.”

“I know,” said Rohini agreeing with her, “it is hard for us, considering our strict, moral upbringing.”

“Are you tempted to, though?” asked Rohini.

“Of course,” said Mayuri.

“Did you find out if Shrini would be good enough for you?” Rohini asked directing the conversation to sexual aspects of last evening.
“I know what you are talking about,” Mayuri said sheepishly.

“So is he good enough?”

“I can’t imagine how you can take such a big thing,” she said in response.

“How big was it?” Rohini joked. Mayuri realized that only slapped her thigh, I guessed.

“I find it hard and it is very painful too,” Rohini responded seriously.

“What about you?” asked Rohini, “Do you think you can handle it?”

“Of course,” Mayuri said very confidently.

“But I don’t want to jeopardize my marriage,” added Mayuri thoughtfully.

“What if you were confident that this would not jeopardize your marriage?” asked Rohini probing her further.

“In that case it should be fine, I guess,” Mayuri responded calmly.

“It would be just fine?” Rohini implored.

“I would have to admit,” Mayuri started opening up, “that it would be very pleasurable for me.”

“I am pretty confident that it would be pleasurable for Shrini, as well,” Rohini said.

“But how pleasure would it be?” Rohini continued the thread.

“Very much,” was Mayuri’s short response. Rohini didn’t say anything and I guessed she was looking into her eyes to get a detailed report. Mayuri embarrassed with her look asked, “What?’

“Well would it be more pleasurable than your sex with Sameer?” Rohini spelled it out for her. Mayuri didn’t respond for a moment but the mustering some courage she said, “You know the answer.”

“It is not as if you don’t know it.”

“Well, I know it. But I needed to hear it from you,” Rohini explained.

“I guess so,” Mayuri replied reluctantly.

“Guess what?” Rohini said as her patience was getting tested.

“That sex with Shrini would be far more pleasurable than sex with Sameer,” Mayuri finally admitted.

“Would you opt for sex with Shrini, if you had a choice?” Rohini asked trying to get detailed information about Mayuri’s mental state.

“What?”

“You heard me!”

“Don’t be shy, be honest.”

“I know you can be much more explicit,” Rohini encouraged her.

“If I had a choice, Shrini’s hot cock would always be parked inside me,” she said acceding to Rohini’s request of being more vulgar and explicit.

“Continuously spewing his baby making sperm inside you,” Rohini continued the vulgarity. I understood that Rohini was teasing me and proving that Mayuri could be quickly seduced by Shrini, if not for her moral upbringing.

“Oh yes!” Mayuri said excitedly almost moaning with pleasure.

“He would be almost inside my cervix,” Mayuri said.

“All the time,” Rohini added.

“You would be pregnant in no time,” Rohini said.

“If not for the pill,” Mayuri clarified.

The conversation sobered after this, fortunately for me as I was really feeling very humiliated. They both had burst into laughter after their exchange of vulgar dialogues.

“I can’t say that I prefer sex with Shrini,” Rohini said in a serious tone.

“Shrini’s size is affecting our sex life,” Rohini lamented.

“Sex with him hurts a lot.”

“I thought such a tool is designed to pleasure you,” Mayuri reasoned.

“Maybe for a woman like you,” Rohini countered, “I would be happy with a normal human being.”

“Tough luck!” said Mayuri mocking her.

“That’s the reason why we thought of wife swapping,” Rohini continued.

“At least that way, Shrini could get all the pleasure he deserves.”

“Hmm… So, you were looking for a surrogate wife for him,” Mayuri blurted out.

“And what about you? You don’t deserve any pleasure?”

“Shrini’s sex drive is much stronger.”

“I am happy having sex twice a week.”

“How does Sameer feel about this?” asked Rohini.

“I don’t know.”

“I was hoping that you would fill in the surrogate wife’s role,” Rohini said after mustering some courage, I guessed. There was a moment of silence.

“I don’t know what to say,” is all Mayuri said.

“Even if Sameer agrees to the swap, I can’t bring myself to commit such a shameful act openly.”

“Means?”

“I can’t do it openly where Sameer knows that I am doing with Shrini openly while he is doing it with you.”

“Precisely my point, I don’t want it that way either.”

“As I said, I am pretty happy with twice a week sex.”

“So, it is Shrini whom I am concerned about.”

“Sameer is out most of the week and you have admitted that you feel lonely those nights.”

“What if we arrange for you to be with Shrini those nights?”

“Behind Sameer’s back?”

“No.”

“We could agree for an open relationship instead of swapping partners.”

“I can’t get involved in something like this,” she complained.

“I don’t understand the issue,” Rohini said slightly raising her voice.

“Is it that you are not sure if Shrini can satisfy you?” Rohini emphasized again this point – although, Mayuri had admitted that it would be a lot better.

“Or is that you are concerned Sameer won’t approve of this?”

“With that kind of equipment even a few strokes would put me in heaven,” said Mayuri elaborating this time about her feelings for sex with Shrini.

“Are you concerned about the frequency then?”

“Shrini staying 3 nights with you here?”

“I have to be honest and admit that I have a drive strong enough to keep Shrini happy and content,” Mayuri countered.

“But, I can’t be Sameer’s wife and have sex with Shrini on a regular basis.”

“It is shameful!”

“It is as if I am letting Sameer down.”

“Well, I understand your concern,” Rohini said, “But I would suggest that you keep an open mind.”

“Don’t be too concerned about right or wrong.”

And that’s how the conversation ended. To a very large extent I was very happy that Mayuri was not a slut after all. She indeed cared about me and turned down such an enticing proposal. It was clear, though, that Mayuri like the idea but didn’t have the courage to turn it into reality. I didn’t have much doubt now that Mayuri would be able enjoy her sex life if she indeed became his Mistress. At least she could have heavenly sex three nights of the week, I thought.

Shrini and Rohini changed their plans and left that evening. Mayuri and I had an early dinner and we decided to hit the bed early to relax a little bit. I broached up the topic of the morning voting and asked her what her responses were.

“YES, NO, and NO,” she said.

“What were yours?”

I lied to her, “YES, NO, and YES”

“You don’t mind such sessions in future?” she asked puzzled by my answer.

“Yes it was fun.”

“Wasn’t it fun for you?”

“Yes it was and I did answer that way,” she clarified.

“But it is so scandalous,” she finally confessed.

“Yes, with 4 couples it is scandalous,” I said.

“If it had been only with Rohini and Shrini, we could have been more adventurous,” I added steering her towards wife swapping with them.

“So, with them you could have answered YES to the second question as well?” she asked surprised.

“It would be fun, wouldn’t it?” I asked.

“Aren’t you jealous?”

“If it had been a YES what kind of any arrangement did you have in mind?” she asked. This was the moment where I could drop a hint that I was not averse to Rohini’s idea of Mayuri being a surrogate wife to Shrini. However, I needed to tread cautiously and not lead her to think that we were planning this. By now, I was sold on the idea of Mayuri being Shrini’s mistress. I believed it was perhaps the best thing that would happen to us in the US. I still had to see if her first meeting with Shrini fired her libido.

“What do you mean?” I asked feigning ignorance.

“What would be the next step?” she asked.

“I didn’t think much about it.”

“I just thought this would bring us even closer,” I clarified.

“Anyway, we spend most of the weekends together.”

“With me away most of the week – they could be here to give you company,” I elaborated.

“Shrini works from San Francisco couple of days in a week, anyway,” I added.

Mayuri was lost in thought, perhaps contemplating on her discussion with Rohini.

“I felt we could be comfortable being intimate with them, without worrying about the social consequences.”

I nudged her to respond to my comments. She broke out of the reverie.

“Yes, logically it makes sense.”

“But, I am not sure if it would work out,” she said in a concerned tone.

“Why?” I probed further.

“Hmm…”

“Just that you are away most of the week,” she said and then her words trailed but then she added, “It wouldn’t be even.”

“Even?”

“I don’t know how to put it,” Mayuri complained.

“I mean with your consulting job, you may not get enough turns with Rohini,” she elaborated finally.

“Oh!”

“I never thought about it in those terms,” I explained.

“It is not as if you would be sleeping with Shrini all along while I am gone.”

“Not that I would object to it or count number of your turns,” I added in the passing, implying that I didn’t mind even if they spend 3 nights a week in our marital bed. I was happy that the conversation was heading in the perfect direction and I was dispelling our doubts about the consequences of such a relationship.

“We are in it for fun.”

“As long as the fun lasts, we will be involved.”

“Who has how many turns is not really a matter that we should concern ourselves with.”

“I understand,” she said.

“But this is a major step in our life,” she added, “I don’t want to take it very lightly.”

“Yes, we should contemplate about the consequences very carefully.”

“Do you think they would like it?” she asked me. Mayuri did know that they were interested in this arrangement. But it seemed Rohini made it clear that Shrini wasn’t in particularly looking for Mayuri to play the role of his surrogate wife.

“I guess so; there were only two positive votes,” I quickly voted suggesting that the other couples might not have been interested.

“May be we should move to Emeryville next month instead of Foster City,” she said.

“That way, we would be closer to them.”

“It is just of highway 80 and I too could travel to the city very easily for my job.”

Mayuri had got a job offer in an architecture firm in the city and we had been contemplating of moving to Foster City, so it would be closer to the city. My frequent travels also would benefit from this move. But then Emeryville wasn’t a bad idea either. I could fly from either Oakland or SF airport. Moreover, Shrini and Rohini were about to buy a house in Davis. It would only be an hour long drive from our place to theirs during non peak hours.

I was pretty happy that it was Mayuri, who was made this suggestion. I remembered that for Mayuri to be a very good mistress, she herself has to take a few steps. One could only help and guide them but she has to tread that path.

“Yes, that would be a good idea.”

“I don’t want us to get explicitly involved in such a relationship,” I clarified.

“Let it develop,” I said.

“Yes, that way we are not stuck in such a relationship,” she said.

“I think, such explicit relationships become phony and lack the excitement,” I explained.

“Besides, it is so shameful to do it so openly,” she added smiling.

“Yes, it is too embarrassing to discuss the details either,” I corroborated.

“Let us go with the flow,” I said, “But let us not hurry into this.”

“Yes if it happens, it happens.”

“I wouldn’t want to do anything specific to make it happen,” she said.

“I hope you don’t expect us to share details,” Mayuri expressed her concerns, “if something happens.”

“Not unless you want to,” I replied conveying that it was not so important for me that we talk about our escapades in great detail. It was clear to me that she was very concerned about this aspect and didn’t want it to be very open.

“It is for fun,” I added, “Indulge in it if you get the right opportunity.”

“I am confident that they wouldn’t mind such an arrangement,” I clarified.

We arrived at an amicable conclusion that night. Although, I was pretty sure that nothing much would happen for some time. I felt it was important how I viewed such a relationship. It chimed well with Rohini’s proposal.

Our sex that night was terrific as we fucked for almost 2 hours. Mayuri very consciously ensure that I didn’t orgasm before she was completely satisfied. We again indulged in it the next day morning. I decided to take a day off to enjoy my beautiful wife. Our frequency increased significantly in the following weeks and even our sessions became much longer.

True to Rohini’s assurances, our sex life had improved significantly just by having one session with Shrini. I wondered how much better it would be once Mayuri accepts to be his mistress.
“I know what you are talking about,” Mayuri said sheepishly.

“So is he good enough?”

“I can’t imagine how you can take such a big thing,” she said in response.

“How big was it?” Rohini joked. Mayuri realized that only slapped her thigh, I guessed.

“I find it hard and it is very painful too,” Rohini responded seriously.

“What about you?” asked Rohini, “Do you think you can handle it?”

“Of course,” Mayuri said very confidently.

“But I don’t want to jeopardize my marriage,” added Mayuri thoughtfully.

“What if you were confident that this would not jeopardize your marriage?” asked Rohini probing her further.

“In that case it should be fine, I guess,” Mayuri responded calmly.

“It would be just fine?” Rohini implored.

“I would have to admit,” Mayuri started opening up, “that it would be very pleasurable for me.”

“I am pretty confident that it would be pleasurable for Shrini, as well,” Rohini said.

“But how pleasure would it be?” Rohini continued the thread.

“Very much,” was Mayuri’s short response. Rohini didn’t say anything and I guessed she was looking into her eyes to get a detailed report. Mayuri embarrassed with her look asked, “What?’

“Well would it be more pleasurable than your sex with Sameer?” Rohini spelled it out for her. Mayuri didn’t respond for a moment but the mustering some courage she said, “You know the answer.”

“It is not as if you don’t know it.”

“Well, I know it. But I needed to hear it from you,” Rohini explained.

“I guess so,” Mayuri replied reluctantly.

“Guess what?” Rohini said as her patience was getting tested.

“That sex with Shrini would be far more pleasurable than sex with Sameer,” Mayuri finally admitted.

“Would you opt for sex with Shrini, if you had a choice?” Rohini asked trying to get detailed information about Mayuri’s mental state.

“What?”

“You heard me!”

“Don’t be shy, be honest.”

“I know you can be much more explicit,” Rohini encouraged her.

“If I had a choice, Shrini’s hot cock would always be parked inside me,” she said acceding to Rohini’s request of being more vulgar and explicit.

“Continuously spewing his baby making sperm inside you,” Rohini continued the vulgarity. I understood that Rohini was teasing me and proving that Mayuri could be quickly seduced by Shrini, if not for her moral upbringing.

“Oh yes!” Mayuri said excitedly almost moaning with pleasure.

“He would be almost inside my cervix,” Mayuri said.

“All the time,” Rohini added.

“You would be pregnant in no time,” Rohini said.

“If not for the pill,” Mayuri clarified.

The conversation sobered after this, fortunately for me as I was really feeling very humiliated. They both had burst into laughter after their exchange of vulgar dialogues.

“I can’t say that I prefer sex with Shrini,” Rohini said in a serious tone.

“Shrini’s size is affecting our sex life,” Rohini lamented.

“Sex with him hurts a lot.”

“I thought such a tool is designed to pleasure you,” Mayuri reasoned.

“Maybe for a woman like you,” Rohini countered, “I would be happy with a normal human being.”

“Tough luck!” said Mayuri mocking her.

“That’s the reason why we thought of wife swapping,” Rohini continued.

“At least that way, Shrini could get all the pleasure he deserves.”

“Hmm… So, you were looking for a surrogate wife for him,” Mayuri blurted out.

“And what about you? You don’t deserve any pleasure?”

“Shrini’s sex drive is much stronger.”

“I am happy having sex twice a week.”

“How does Sameer feel about this?” asked Rohini.

“I don’t know.”

“I was hoping that you would fill in the surrogate wife’s role,” Rohini said after mustering some courage, I guessed. There was a moment of silence.

“I don’t know what to say,” is all Mayuri said.

“Even if Sameer agrees to the swap, I can’t bring myself to commit such a shameful act openly.”

“Means?”

“I can’t do it openly where Sameer knows that I am doing with Shrini openly while he is doing it with you.”

“Precisely my point, I don’t want it that way either.”

“As I said, I am pretty happy with twice a week sex.”

“So, it is Shrini whom I am concerned about.”

“Sameer is out most of the week and you have admitted that you feel lonely those nights.”

“What if we arrange for you to be with Shrini those nights?”

“Behind Sameer’s back?”

“No.”

“We could agree for an open relationship instead of swapping partners.”

“I can’t get involved in something like this,” she complained.

“I don’t understand the issue,” Rohini said slightly raising her voice.

“Is it that you are not sure if Shrini can satisfy you?” Rohini emphasized again this point – although, Mayuri had admitted that it would be a lot better.

“Or is that you are concerned Sameer won’t approve of this?”

“With that kind of equipment even a few strokes would put me in heaven,” said Mayuri elaborating this time about her feelings for sex with Shrini.

“Are you concerned about the frequency then?”

“Shrini staying 3 nights with you here?”

“I have to be honest and admit that I have a drive strong enough to keep Shrini happy and content,” Mayuri countered.

“But, I can’t be Sameer’s wife and have sex with Shrini on a regular basis.”

“It is shameful!”

“It is as if I am letting Sameer down.”

“Well, I understand your concern,” Rohini said, “But I would suggest that you keep an open mind.”

“Don’t be too concerned about right or wrong.”

And that’s how the conversation ended. To a very large extent I was very happy that Mayuri was not a slut after all. She indeed cared about me and turned down such an enticing proposal. It was clear, though, that Mayuri like the idea but didn’t have the courage to turn it into reality. I didn’t have much doubt now that Mayuri would be able enjoy her sex life if she indeed became his Mistress. At least she could have heavenly sex three nights of the week, I thought.

Shrini and Rohini changed their plans and left that evening. Mayuri and I had an early dinner and we decided to hit the bed early to relax a little bit. I broached up the topic of the morning voting and asked her what her responses were.

“YES, NO, and NO,” she said.

“What were yours?”

I lied to her, “YES, NO, and YES”

“You don’t mind such sessions in future?” she asked puzzled by my answer.

“Yes it was fun.”

“Wasn’t it fun for you?”

“Yes it was and I did answer that way,” she clarified.

“But it is so scandalous,” she finally confessed.

“Yes, with 4 couples it is scandalous,” I said.

“If it had been only with Rohini and Shrini, we could have been more adventurous,” I added steering her towards wife swapping with them.

“So, with them you could have answered YES to the second question as well?” she asked surprised.

“It would be fun, wouldn’t it?” I asked.

“Aren’t you jealous?”

“If it had been a YES what kind of any arrangement did you have in mind?” she asked. This was the moment where I could drop a hint that I was not averse to Rohini’s idea of Mayuri being a surrogate wife to Shrini. However, I needed to tread cautiously and not lead her to think that we were planning this. By now, I was sold on the idea of Mayuri being Shrini’s mistress. I believed it was perhaps the best thing that would happen to us in the US. I still had to see if her first meeting with Shrini fired her libido.

“What do you mean?” I asked feigning ignorance.

“What would be the next step?” she asked.

“I didn’t think much about it.”

“I just thought this would bring us even closer,” I clarified.

“Anyway, we spend most of the weekends together.”

“With me away most of the week – they could be here to give you company,” I elaborated.

“Shrini works from San Francisco couple of days in a week, anyway,” I added.

Mayuri was lost in thought, perhaps contemplating on her discussion with Rohini.

“I felt we could be comfortable being intimate with them, without worrying about the social consequences.”

I nudged her to respond to my comments. She broke out of the reverie.

“Yes, logically it makes sense.”

“But, I am not sure if it would work out,” she said in a concerned tone.

“Why?” I probed further.

“Hmm…”

“Just that you are away most of the week,” she said and then her words trailed but then she added, “It wouldn’t be even.”

“Even?”

“I don’t know how to put it,” Mayuri complained.

“I mean with your consulting job, you may not get enough turns with Rohini,” she elaborated finally.

“Oh!”

“I never thought about it in those terms,” I explained.

“It is not as if you would be sleeping with Shrini all along while I am gone.”

“Not that I would object to it or count number of your turns,” I added in the passing, implying that I didn’t mind even if they spend 3 nights a week in our marital bed. I was happy that the conversation was heading in the perfect direction and I was dispelling our doubts about the consequences of such a relationship.

“We are in it for fun.”

“As long as the fun lasts, we will be involved.”

“Who has how many turns is not really a matter that we should concern ourselves with.”

“I understand,” she said.

“But this is a major step in our life,” she added, “I don’t want to take it very lightly.”

“Yes, we should contemplate about the consequences very carefully.”

“Do you think they would like it?” she asked me. Mayuri did know that they were interested in this arrangement. But it seemed Rohini made it clear that Shrini wasn’t in particularly looking for Mayuri to play the role of his surrogate wife.

“I guess so; there were only two positive votes,” I quickly voted suggesting that the other couples might not have been interested.

“May be we should move to Emeryville next month instead of Foster City,” she said.

“That way, we would be closer to them.”

“It is just of highway 80 and I too could travel to the city very easily for my job.”

Mayuri had got a job offer in an architecture firm in the city and we had been contemplating of moving to Foster City, so it would be closer to the city. My frequent travels also would benefit from this move. But then Emeryville wasn’t a bad idea either. I could fly from either Oakland or SF airport. Moreover, Shrini and Rohini were about to buy a house in Davis. It would only be an hour long drive from our place to theirs during non peak hours.

I was pretty happy that it was Mayuri, who was made this suggestion. I remembered that for Mayuri to be a very good mistress, she herself has to take a few steps. One could only help and guide them but she has to tread that path.

“Yes, that would be a good idea.”

“I don’t want us to get explicitly involved in such a relationship,” I clarified.

“Let it develop,” I said.

“Yes, that way we are not stuck in such a relationship,” she said.

“I think, such explicit relationships become phony and lack the excitement,” I explained.

“Besides, it is so shameful to do it so openly,” she added smiling.

“Yes, it is too embarrassing to discuss the details either,” I corroborated.

“Let us go with the flow,” I said, “But let us not hurry into this.”

“Yes if it happens, it happens.”

“I wouldn’t want to do anything specific to make it happen,” she said.

“I hope you don’t expect us to share details,” Mayuri expressed her concerns, “if something happens.”

“Not unless you want to,” I replied conveying that it was not so important for me that we talk about our escapades in great detail. It was clear to me that she was very concerned about this aspect and didn’t want it to be very open.

“It is for fun,” I added, “Indulge in it if you get the right opportunity.”

“I am confident that they wouldn’t mind such an arrangement,” I clarified.

We arrived at an amicable conclusion that night. Although, I was pretty sure that nothing much would happen for some time. I felt it was important how I viewed such a relationship. It chimed well with Rohini’s proposal.

Our sex that night was terrific as we fucked for almost 2 hours. Mayuri very consciously ensure that I didn’t orgasm before she was completely satisfied. We again indulged in it the next day morning. I decided to take a day off to enjoy my beautiful wife. Our frequency increased significantly in the following weeks and even our sessions became much longer.

True to Rohini’s assurances, our sex life had improved significantly just by having one session with Shrini. I wondered how much better it would be once Mayuri accepts to be his mistress.

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