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REAL WIFE SWAPPING EXPERIENCE
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REAL WIFE SWAPPING EXPERIENCE Today, we share the experience of a Couple who had their first Wife Swapping Experience. They tell it in their own words. My wife Shweta and I are a modern Indian working couple. We love each other and are high on life. We planned a vacation to Ooty with a couple, close friend Sharad and his wife Swati. Unknown to them, they have been a recurrent part of our fantasy and role-playing in bed. A loving and committed couple who enjoy their time together, have great sex, and a good working relationship, decide to shake things up with an experiment – swapping. It all started on a lazy Saturday evening. Ghazals from my Jagjit Singh playlist streamed out of the living room speakers as I poured a glass of red wine each for both of us. We had nowhere to go this evening. It seemed like ages since we had spent a quiet weekend at home, neither going out nor entertaining anybody at home. Just the two of us. And it felt serene. Relaxed. Peaceful. As is our wont, we were working together in the kitchen. Shweta was referring to a recipe book, as she prepared the various ingredients that go into a Khow Suey, while I was dicing and slicing all the veggies that constitute my favourite Greek salad. We enjoy the bonding experience of working together in the kitchen. We chat about our day as we prepare a sumptuous and hearty meal, to be devoured later over watching together the latest flick or listening to our favourite music, at the end of a long tiring day. And today being a weekend, there was absolutely no rush to wind up early. I could already feel that this evening was going to end on a very romantic note. The holiday deal I was on my third glass of wine while she was on her second when we moved into the living room with our full plates. By the time we finished our meal and drained the last drop of wine from the bottle, we were both feeling good. My mobile buzzed. It was a message from Sharad, my close friend from work. Shweta and Sharad’s wife Swati are friends. Sharad had been pushing us to go on a holiday to Ooty next weekend and it seems he had found some good online deal. The deal looked good so I gave him the thumbs up to go ahead with the bookings. As soon as I told Shweta about the trip plans getting finalised she grinned naughtily. “So now you will have opportunity to ogle her. I know why you agreed to this trip with them,” she winked. Normally I would have blushed and protested but the wine had made me reckless. “Yes. Why not? But don’t think that I haven’t noticed how the mere mention of his name turns you so naughty and horny in bed,” I countered. We had an on-going game of fantasy where Sharad and Swati’s names would often crop up when we made love to each other. She blushed. Experiments with swinging I grew more reckless, “Do you think they too think about us as we do about them?” “All couples do,” was her reply. “What makes you an authority on all couples? Oh, I guess their wives come and confide in you,” I remarked a bit sarcastically. A mutual feeling “I don’t know about all the wives but yes…. Swati did confide. She has a crush on you,” she answered with a glint in her eyes. “What? How do you know?” “She admitted to me while we were at Megamart last week. What’s more, she told me that even Sharad likes me a lot.” I couldn’t believe my ears. The woman at the centre of my fantasies had a crush on me. I felt elated. Suddenly, I remembered how Sharad had casually mentioned an online dating site where couples posted their profiles to meet together in an intimate setting. He had mentioned that he too had recently made his profile there and got friend requests from all sorts of people. He even encouraged me to join this website. And what was the word he was using? Swapping! I had thought it was just a passing phase. That is, until now. Does swinging improve a couple’s sex life? The penny drops Things suddenly fell into place. Swati mentioning her interest in me to Shweta, Sharad telling me about this swapping site, the weekend trip plans. I discussed my hunch with Shweta. At first, she found it preposterous that Sharad and Swati were interested in swapping with us. However, the more we discussed it, the more probable it seemed. Finally, she asked me point blank, “Do you want to do it with her?” I knew this was the moment of truth. Restraining my excitement, I tried to reply as calmly as possible, “Only if you will allow me to. And are you ready to get intimate with Sharad?” “I don’t know. This is too much of a development all of a sudden. Fantasising about it was okay but to actually do it …” she trailed off. “See if we ever were to do such a thing with someone, I can’t think of a better looking couple and closer friends than them.” “I know, but what if this affects our friendship?” “Exactly. Our friendship is so strong that they are the ideal people to try this with. We have fantasised about them so much in bed. Isn’t it time to do the real thing?” Shweta didn’t reply immediately. But I got her answer later in our bedroom. The unparalleled passion of our lovemaking told me that our discussion had planted a seed in her mind. As we both climaxed simultaneously I felt closer then ever to her in life. The adventure begins Next morning, I called up Sharad to finalise the finer details of trip. Before hanging up, I mentioned casually that I was making a profile on the website he had mentioned, The Adult Hub. There was a stunned silence followed by a sheepish laugh from him. I realised that what we were embarking upon would need a lot of honesty and open communication between all four of us. Little did I know that it would test the limits of our relationships more than I could have ever imagined. Swinging isn’t for everyone! As he walked away with my wife, I held his wife’s hand and went into my room Having decided to try swinging with another couple, they go on a holiday with them. What happens next? The adrenaline rush of swinging! The next few days disappeared in a whirlwind as we completed our packing and made arrangements with my in-laws to take care of our little princess. The day before the flight, we were alone at home. I pulled out my laptop and we sat down to make our profile on the same site where Sharad had made one. The site prompted us to describe what we were looking for in a couple. We had a hearty laugh as Shweta poured her heart out describing Sylvester Stallone and I visualised an Angelina Jolie lookalike as we typed it up. We saved our profile and Shweta started browsing other profiles, “My God, this is a world of it’s own. Look at the pictures of this couple.” The profiles we browsed were obviously arousing her, as her breath quickened, and her hands massaged my back. Sex in text Ping! Suddenly there was a message on the screen from an ID called sweet_couple. “Hi! ASL please?” Shweta looked at me, confused. “What do they want? What’s ASL?” I shrugged. Seemed like some code word among swingers. “What’s ASL?” typed Shweta. “Age Sex Location” pat came the reply. Now we were more confused. Whose Age and Sex should we type? Mine, or hers? Shweta replied “We are a couple. U?” “We too. M34 F32 Mumbai.” We understood and replied, “M30 F27 Mumbai.” “Great! What do you do?” sweet_couple responded. This started a series of messages on what we were looking for, if we were experienced or not, whether we had a place to meet, whether we were ready for a casual meeting, and so on. There were so many abbreviations and new terms that we became familiar with as the messages flew back and forth. ASL, SRSP, SWAP, RP, Bulls, Unicorns…it was a whole new game. It was getting late. We signed off after promising sweet_couple that we’d get in touch soon. The trip begins Next morning, at the airport, there was a different chemistry between the four of us when we hugged each other. Swati was wearing a colourful crop top and a skirt. I couldn’t help stealing a glance at her model perfect body. Normally I compliment her whenever we meet. But today, I was tongue-tied. “She looked hot,” remarked Shweta, as we entered our room at the resort. I knew who she was referring to. “So, are you ready to go ahead if something happens?” I asked nonchalantly. “Dunno. Are YOU?” she parried. Neither of us answered, but we both knew this trip was different. A message from Sharad popped up on my mobile, “Let’s meet at 7 pm in the lounge.” I sent him a thumbs up. It pinged again, “BTW, did you make that profile on The Adult Hub?” I smiled and sent a second thumbs up and a smiley. I got a big smiley in response. We both knew we were on same wavelength now. The game was on. The dance begins We had just ordered our cocktails when Sharad and Swati walked in. As I hugged her more tightly and longer then I usually do, her cheeks turned pink. We chatted generally when suddenly Sharad remarked,” So how did you like the website?” “Oh, it’s a completely new world,” Shweta chimed in, even before I could think of a proper response. That set the ball rolling. Soon, we were giggling and discussing the profiles we saw there. As the evening progressed, the electricity between us was palpable. I could read desire in Swati’s eyes and I am sure she could see it in mine. All four of us knew that there was only one way this evening was going to end. In bed. And for two out of four, probably not in the beds in our own rooms. The dance began and soon we were dancing with each other’s partners. It seemed natural. As we danced to a slow number, I couldn’t help asking Swati “Do you like me?” “Of course, four of us are best friends, right?” She replied looking into my eyes. “No, not like that. I meant do you feel attracted to me?” She lowered her eyes and smiled. I felt elated. I tightened my clasp on her hand. She responded by squeezing back. We were both on a high as if on our first date. I pulled her closer and looked up across the room and saw my best friend resting his head against my wife’s neck. Even in that low light, I could see that their bodies were closer to each other then most other dance partners on the floor. We hardly danced or sat with our own wives for the rest of the evening. When we finally left for our rooms, our hands were still holding each other’s spouse’s hands. I swiped my room key and the door lock buzzed open. The moment of truth was here. I hesitated. The door opens Sharad opened his room still holding Shweta’s hands and in a tone reminiscent of a cheesy Hindi film villain asked, “Mind if I borrow your wife for some time?” “Not at all as long as I am spending some quality time with this beautiful lady here,” I answered naughtily. He guffawed and didn’t even bother to answer as he entered his room with Shweta in tow. As the door closed behind the two of them, I looked again at Swati. She looked into my eyes. “Are we going to stand outside the room all night?” she asked. I pushed open the door and we went in together. It is nice to be friends again with the man who slept with my wife They realise spouse swapping isn’t all it’s made up to be, and deal with the consequences of sleeping with a close friend’s spouse The next morning, I woke with a splitting headache. The bathroom door opened and Swati came out. It took me a few moments before I remembered why she was in my room. I had slept with her – my best friend’s wife, last night. The whole night came back in a flash to me. I was awash with feelings of remorse and guilt. I guess so was Swati because she just gave me a nervous smile and quickly walked out of the room without uttering a single word. The morning after My mind was in a whirl. All kinds of weird thoughts ran amok in my mind until the doorbell buzzed. Must be Shweta! For the first time in our married life, I dreaded facing my wife. I opened the door and Shweta looked up at me. She looked crestfallen. Her eyes were red and teary. She walked in and went straight into the bathroom. It was an hour before she finally came out after repeated knocks and requests to come out. I tried hugging her but she avoided me and sat on the other side of bed. She was still sobbing. “Oh Vishal, what have we done?” She finally managed to utter between her sobs. I was aghast at her condition. All I could say was, “I love you!” “I love you too….”, she trailed off. I was wrenched with guilt. “I am sorry, I got carried away,” I said. “No, I am sorry,” she countered. I got up and hugged her as she cried non-stop for the next one hour. Finally she calmed down. A painful silence hung between us. We ordered room service for lunch. We were just not in a mood to face Sharad and Swati after what happened last night. Our return flight was at night. We checked out and met them in the hotel lobby. They too looked wretched, although Sharad did try to make some conversation. But seeing us all unresponsive to his overtures, he too shut up. All four of us hardly exchanged any words on the return journey. I did get a message on my mobile from Sharad that he valued our friendship more than anything else. And that he hoped that what happened last night would not spoil it forever. I thought about it and sent him a thumbs up. No smiley. Back to work On returning from Ooty, we got back to our daily routine. Thankfully, I didn’t have to face him in office, as he immediately left for a weeklong official trip. It was a week before Swati and I got time to discuss the Ooty trip with each other at the weekend. Luckily, there were no recriminations and accusations. Both of us felt guilty enough already. And we were both sorry that we had slept with someone outside our marriage. We realised that one night shouldn’t define our whole marriage. We had a wonderful life and a lovely princess as our . Both of us were mature enough to realise our mistake, seek forgiveness and move on. That night we made love first time after coming back from our holiday. Afterwards, we slept cuddled into each other. Limping back to normalcy We were much more cheerful and back to our normal lives after this. The only difference was that Sharad and I grew distant in office and we didn’t meet or go out together with them, as we used to before the Ooty trip. Our little princess kept our hands full, as it was. One evening I was completing a business presentation and Shweta was sitting beside me in the living room, watching television, when suddenly the doorbell rang. “Must be the dhobi,” she remarked and got up to open the door. Strangely there was total silence after the door opened. I looked up as she came back into the living room, with Sharad and Swati in tow. Sharad walked up to me and hugged me silently. I became emotional too, and hugged him back. That was the cue for Swati and Shweta as they embraced each other and started crying. “Hey, nobody has died,” I remarked laughing. Both of them looked up at us and smiled through the teary eyes. “But you will, if you ever again stay away from us so long. I will see to it,” Swati replied. We all laughed heartily. And then we made up Soon we were back to our old selves, laughing and chatting and making plans to watch the latest Bollywood release. All seemed a little more earnest and cheerful than usual, as if we wanted to dispel the shadow of that night between us, forever from memories. Later at night, Shweta cuddled up to me in bed. “I am so happy that we are friends again.” “Yes, so am I.” “I guess this swapping is not our cup of tea.” “Hmmm. Yes, probably not,” I replied. “I am more than happy with the sexiest woman in the world as my wife,” I whispered to her. She looked into my eyes and took my hands in hers. “Don’t you want to make love to the sexiest woman in the world,” she asked naughtily. No man can ever say no to such a proposition, especially if it’s the sexiest woman in the world. We made love and forgot that even the most desirable man or woman in the world, could have been cheated on. |
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Well tried
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2/3/2020 11:26 am |
nice one...
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Nice Story
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