Group Sex English couple swaps with an Indian couple

[rangeela]

All credit to original writer. I have only made some changes.
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Our first sexual experiences were with each other when we were both eighteen. Three years later we were married. During our engagement I was away at university quite a lot but when I was home we had sex whenever possible. We rarely had sex with full penetration because we were both scared that she would get pregnant even though I always wore a condom. In those days having babies out of wedlock was considered shameful.

I started working for a stockbroking firm and Anne was secretary to the chairman of a successful company. We were both earning good salaries and bought a modest house in suburbia.

Prior to our honeymoon she went to a birth control clinic and they said she was okay for a diaphragm. The pill was not freely available so it was either a cervical cap or condoms. However when she got home she told me that she had got wet when the nurse was probing about. No female had ever messed around with her pussy before so it was a new experience.

Neither of us gave it much importance at the time and assumed it to have been caused by unintentional stimuli. It never occurred to either of us that she might be bi-sexual. We went on our honeymoon and fucked our brains out in the comforting knowledge that the diaphragm would do its job.

As far as sex at home was concerned we tried every position imaginable and role-played a lot. We enjoyed masturbating together and in particular relating erotic tales while we were doing it. I would do most of the story-telling that usually involved her having clandestine sex with a stranger. It excited both of us and we never regarded it as cheating because it was only make-believe.

It never occurred to us that one day we might do it for real.

The fantasies often took place in the lounge. When she felt horny she would say, "Tell me a story." We would sit in opposite armchairs and she would take off her panties then open her legs and lean back with closed eyes.

I would dream up an erotic tale and start to whisper something like, "You're sitting in the window seat of an aeroplane flying at night and there's a good looking man in the seat beside you. You're dozing when suddenly you feel his hand on your knee. You're shocked and scared to move so you pretend to be asleep, but he knows that you're really awake. Now he's easing up your dress and sliding his hand gently between your knees. You're frightened but it's exciting and your heart is thumping. You think, "I must be crazy letting him do this," but you can feel your pussy getting wet and you can't stop yourself from opening your legs invitingly.

He's slipping his hand inside your panties and you can hardly breathe with excitement. He's putting his fingers inside your drenched crevice and you struggle not to scream with excitement. Now he's taken out his cock and he's putting your hand on it. He wants you to wank him."

While I was talking I would be watching her as she masturbated. She would be just as excited as if it was really happening and her pussy would become a sopping crimson gash. I would be masturbating slowly so that I timed it to come when she did.

As she got closer to her orgasm, she would dip the fingers of her left hand deep inside at the same time rubbing her clitoris with the other hand. Sometimes it would seem so real to her she would take over the fantasy. Her voice would be breathless as she gasped, "I'm wanking his hard cock and it's huge. He's stroking my clit and I'm going to come soon. I'm wanking him faster now and he's just put some tissues over his cock. He's started to come because I can feel his cock jerking and now his hot sperm is dripping onto my hand. Oh God, I'm coming too."

Her body would arch from the chair and her crimson slit would be so drenched there would be an audible wet sound as she frantically rubbed it. She would stop breathing for several seconds and then give a long shuddering groan as barbs of exquisite agony pierced her body. Finally she would collapse back into the chair and all would be quiet.

I would also have a huge orgasm because watching my wife enjoying an illicit sexual experience, albeit make-believe, was a huge turn-on for me.

After a minute or so she would open her eyes and giggle, "Did you enjoy that because I certainly did. I couldn't believe the size of that guy's cock." Then she would scamper over to my chair and pepper my face with kisses, always adding, "But it wasn't as big or as nice as yours. You have the best cock in the world."

On one occasion she came home and said, "I've been feeling so horny all day I actually started fingering myself under the desk but I didn't want to come until I was with you. A new kid has started in the mail room and he's only eighteen and really cute. I imagined trapping him in the stationery cupboard and getting his dick out. He's not very tall so it would probably be quite small, but I would like to suck it and make him come. So after dinner make up a story about the mail boy because I want to have a really good wank."

We usually had a glass of wine each during the meal and then take the bottle into the lounge and drink the rest of it. We would get mellow and sometimes a bit more. We both enjoyed cooking so whoever got home first would start preparing a meal.

So after dinner I made up a story that she sucked off the mail boy but first she let him play with her pussy. I embellished it to make it as sexy as possible and she had a big orgasm. When she recovered she said, "The dirty devil, and I thought he was an innocent young lad. My pussy certainly wasn't the first one he's played with. The kids today are really depraved.

To be continued

[rangeela]

One evening we had nearly finished a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and her cheeks were flushed when she said mischievously, "Tell me a horny story."

We always sat directly opposite each other when it was story-time so we could watch each other masturbate. She would remove her panties to expose her pussy and she might also take off her top so that she could fondle her breasts. It was equally as exciting for me to relate a tale and watch her become aroused as it was for her to reveal to me her own erotic fantasies.

On this occasion the encounter took place in a cinema. I said that she was shopping and as it had begun to rain she decided to watch a movie.

Speaking softly I began, "The cinema is nearly empty and you choose to sit in the middle of an empty row at the back. You're watching the film when you become aware that someone has entered the row and is sitting a few seats away to your left. You turn your head and glance briefly to see a young man looking at you so you turn quickly away.

A few minutes pass and suddenly he is moving into the seat next to you. You are alarmed because he obviously has some intentions but what could they be? You should really move to another seat but there are people sitting in rows not far away and if he becomes threatening you can call for help.

He's not moving and you are scared but you are also curious and wonder why he is just sitting motionless beside you. You decide to stay a few minutes longer to see what he might do.

You both sit in silence staring at the screen and then he turns his head to you and whispers, "Forgive me but please may I touch you?" His voice is tremulous and he is obviously scared so you begin to feel less frightened. He desperately wants to have a sexual experience and you might be his first. A fleeting image of him masturbating makes you squeeze your thighs together.

You don't reply and continue staring at the screen. You wonder what his hand will feel like on your bare leg and now you want him to touch you. Surely he will take your silence as encouragement?

He's obviously scared to make a move so you do something crazy. You take his hand and put it on your knee. You're in control now and you want to excite him so you open your legs a few inches. You can feel his fingers trembling against your flesh and you want him to move his hand higher but he seems scared to do so. Knowing that he's frightened but desperate to explore you is making your pussy wet with excitement."

Anne was leaning back with her eyes closed and her vagina was blossoming like a crimson flower. The middle finger of her right hand was continually stroking upwards between the engorged folds and her nostrils were flared.

I continued, "You want to encourage him so you reach down and pull up your dress to expose your thighs. He still hasn't moved his hand so what is he waiting for? You grip his wrist and slide it higher between your open thighs.

You look down and his left hand is clutching a bulge in his lap. You gently push his hand away to grip it and he gasps.

At last his fingers are beginning to creep higher and you pull the crotch of your panties to one side in readiness. His hand is drifting towards your pussy and your heart is pounding with anticipation.

His trembling fingers are creeping ever closer to your impatient pussy and you hold your breath with excitement. His fingers are almost there and now at last he has reached your willing slit. His touch makes you suck in your breath and you squeeze his bulge. You feel it jerk and he groans softly. Did he come? You don't want him to come yet. His fingers are stroking your hot drenched crevice and you want him to push them deep inside.

He's getting off his seat and onto his knees. Why is he doing that? He's shuffling to the front of you and reaching up for your panties. He's trying to take them off so you lift you bottom and allow him to slide them down to your ankles. Does he just want to see your naked cunt? But he's putting his face between your thighs and he's going to tongue you.

You want to scream with excitement and you look desperately around but nobody seems to be aware of the drama. You sink lower in your seat with your thighs wide apart and wait impatiently for his tongue. He's starting to lick your slippery cunt and..."

Anne's fingers were now moving urgently and she gasped, "Fuck, he's making me come." As the exquisite sensations began, she lifted her bottom and thrust her pelvis forward. Her fingers were rubbing furiously against her gaping slit and she was groaning repetitively, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," as waves of exquisite pain racked her body.

Finally the pleasure began to ebb away and she settled back in her chair while massaging her pussy with the palm of her hand. As always she opened her eyes to look at me with a sheepish grin. She gave a giggle and said, "Wow I was really into that one. God it felt so naughty allowing that him to lick my pussy."

She scampered across to climb onto my lap and threw her arms around my neck. She gave me a long wet kiss and then drew back. Her eyes were shining when she said, "You tell such exciting stories. I think you actually hypnotise me because I believe that it's really happening. I'm both frightened and excited but somewhere in my mind I know that you're close by and watching and I feel safe. I don't know how you manage to dream up such erotic fantasies. You have a disgustingly filthy mind I'm pleased to say."

She looked down at the crumpled tissues on my lap and asked, "I see you came alright."

I kissed her gently on the forehead and replied, "Yes I did. You are the sexiest girl in the world and nothing excites me more than watching you off your head in an erotic fantasy especially when it's with another man. It's only make-believe but I know that you're enjoying it and that is what gives me such pleasure."

She said, "I love you so much." Then she asked, "Does it ever make you jealous?"

"Well sort of but it's part of the pleasure. I know that sounds a bit weird."

We were both silent for a while but I knew eventually she would say it. She whispered softly, "What if it was for real?"

I chose my words carefully. "Well that depends. Let me first ask you a question. How would feel watching me fuck another female?"

"I'd scratch her eyes out." Then she laughed and said, "I know I'm a bitch sometimes but if you love me as much as I love you then you can fuck any female in the whole wide world," but she added, "Except than horny cow at number thirty-seven."

"Why not her?"

"Because she'd enjoy it and I couldn't bear that."

I laughed and asked, "Why don't you like her?"

"It's the way she struts around always preening herself. I believe she thinks she's Marylyn Monroe with her peroxide blonde hair. I bet the hairs around her fanny are black."

"They're brown actually."

She reached up and gently slapped my face with, "Don't you dare ever fuck her."

I said truthfully, "Nobody could love anyone more than I love you and if you promise you will still love me afterwards then I would enjoy watching you with another guy's cock inside you."

We remained silent for a few minutes while we contemplated my confession. Anne was the first to speak. "I'm trying to imagine how I'd feel watching you put your cock into another woman's pussy."

"Well obviously I wouldn't enjoy it and do it only if you insisted."

Suddenly she sat up and said, "Wait a minute. I've just realised that all the stories you make up are always about me. And all the stories that I tell are also about me. Never once have you made up a story about you fucking someone else."

"I know and that's because I didn't think it would make you come. I only think up stories that will make us both come."

With a quizzical expression she asked, "But surely you have a wank sometimes thinking about fucking someone else don't you?"

"Not really. If ever I do it on my own, which isn't very often, I mostly think about another guy fucking you and you having a huge orgasm."

She remained looking directly at me with a surprised expression. "Do you really?" I nodded my head slowly and she said, "You never cease to amaze me."

She settled down in my lap again and another long silence ensued. Suddenly she sat upright and announced decisively, "Okay I want to be fucked by another man, preferably with a big cock, and only as long as you are there."

She continued in an officious voice, "And furthermore, you have my permission to fuck another women of any colour, shape or size as long as I am there." She finished triumphantly with, "How's that?"

"May I have it in writing? Only for the divorce proceedings of course."

She tightened her arms around me and growled, "You ain't never going to divorce me. I'd fucking kill you if you tried."

To be continued

[rangeela]

So I found some contact magazines, the kind where willing participants can be found. We had one each; not that there was much point in my having one because all decisions would be made by her. So I just thumbed through the pages with fascinated interest at the diverse availability of sexual deviation.

While I was wasting my time, Anne would be encircling various entries, making notes on the side and generally being efficient.

On one occasion she barked at me, "Any colour preference?"

"Don't care."

"I've decided on Asian, Indian maybe."

"Then why fucking ask?"

"Because I'm trying to organise things so that we both have an exciting sexual experience. But as usual you are just sitting there scratching your balls."

"Not you're not. You're organising things so that you get fucked by whoever you want to be fucked by, even if I finish up with his grandmother."

She dissolved into helpless laughter and crossed the room to cuddle and kiss me. She buried her face in my shoulder and said, "I love you so much, sometimes I get frightened."

"Frightened about what?"

She murmured, "I don't know, just frightened. Hold me close."

I decided not to delve too deeply so I held her close and rocked her as if she were a child. Soon she said brightly, "Okay I feel better now; back to work."

Finally after many days of research she announced, "Right listen to this: Young Indian couple, bi and straight, would welcome similar English couple for friendship and fun. Staffordshire. What do you think?"

"Well the first question that comes to mind is which one is bi and which one is straight?"

"Oh don't be stupid, if he wants to fuck you, who's going to fuck me?"

That made sense but I persisted with, "What does 'fun' mean?"

She buried her head in her hands and with exaggerated patience answered, "Scrabble, Monopoly or maybe they're into Morris dancing. We'll take a couple of packs of cards just in case."

"So we'll be the ones travelling then?"

She raised her voice and shouted, "Are you fucking deaf? They said, "Would welcome." If it was the other way around they would have said, "Would like to be welcomed." Jesus Christ, it's like talking to a six year old."

We sent them photos of us taken at the golf club's annual dinner with me in a dinner jacket and Anne wearing a chic cocktail dress.

Then we received their photos. Indian women are among the most beautiful creatures on the planet and she was no exception. She was absolutely stunning and even I thought the guy was good looking. They wore traditional costume; she in a sari and he wearing a long white embroidered jacket to below his knees with leg coverings that looked like floppy pantaloons. Both outfits looked expensive. Their names were Reshma and Sandeep and looked to be in their early twenties.

Anne said doubtfully, "Wow they look amazing, shall we say we're not well and too ill to travel?"

I was made of sterner stuff and replied, "Absolutely no way. You are a gorgeously attractive sexy female and if I were gay I would like to fuck myself. Let's see how they take to our photos."

When their response arrived it was almost grovelling. "Please honour us with your company. We eagerly offer our humble home to enjoy your presence. Please accept our invitation and we pray for time to pass quickly."

Anne looked at me in wonderment and said, "Are they serious?"

I replied, "Well he probably posted it as soon as he saw your picture and before she reminded him, "Don't forget to tell those English peasants to fuck off."

Neither of us could take Friday off so it meant leaving on a Saturday for one and a half days of wicked pleasure. The day arrived and we were both quiet and nervous as we packed. What do you pack for a weekend of sex? Pyjamas and a nighty seemed superfluous so our luggage consisted of a couple of changes of clothes and very little else. Anne took a shoulder bag which presumably contained some spare panties and the usual mysterious female things. She said, "We ought to take a present or something."

I had heard somewhere that Indian men regarded whiskey as special so I took a bottle of Chivas Regal that I had been saving. Anne bought some perfume. She wouldn't tell me how much it cost.

We departed at one-thirty and spoke very little on the way other than for me to remind her that kissing Asians was taboo. We had just reached the outskirts of Wolverhampton when she said abruptly, "Pull into that service station." I swerved to the inside lane and a motorist who was close behind informed me via his horn that he was unimpressed with my driving. I gave him the finger.

I pulled into the car park and asked, "What is it now?"

She looked at me anxiously and said, "Is this really a good idea?"

I echoed her question, "Is this a good idea? We've just driven ninety miles so that you can be fucked by the Maharaja of Bloxwich and now you're asking if it's a good idea. Why does that not surprise me?"

She replied, "Well you saw them, they look like a couple of film stars."

"Well let's just ask for their autographs and fuck off home again." I sighed deeply and continued, "Look my sweet girl, we are a good looking, well educated, middle class couple. We should be charging them premium rates not wondering if we're good enough.

I'm damned if I'm turning back now. So in the immortal words of Admiral Horatio Nelson at the Battle of Trafalgar, "Okay men let's go fuck 'em," well that's what he meant anyway."

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[rangeela]

It was three-thirty when we arrived at our destination and although not exactly Millionaire's Row it was clearly a salubrious area. We found ourselves looking at a large detached house surrounded by high spiked railings between regularly spaced brick pillars. All the spikes had gold painted tips and on top of each pillar was a white lion's head.

The double iron gates opened conveniently as I nosed into them and I drove up to the house. The front door opened and there stood our hosts.

They were wearing western style clothes and both looked as good in the flesh as they had in their photos. I lugged our case out of the boot and gestured for Anne to proceed me to the front door. As we arrived at the threshold they both took a couple of paces backwards and bowed with their palms together. He said, "You are most welcome, Anne and Kevin." I offered my hand and he shook it firmly.

Reshma approached me. She was about the same height as Anne and very slim but with a couple of nice bulges in the right places. She was wearing black slacks with a buttoned white blouse and lots of thin jangly gold bracelets. Her black hair was shining and swept tightly back and her complexion was without a blemish. She was wearing bright red lipstick and her large dark eyes were compelling. In short, she was an absolute knock-out.

She raised her face to me and I held out my hand. She stepped back in surprise and said, "How very formal. Are we going to have an English weekend?"

I felt stupid and started to mumble, "Sorry, I thought kissing was...," and tailed off in embarrassment.

She laughed and said, "That is only in public, it is perfectly acceptable in private. So would you like to kiss me or shall we just remain platonic?"

I asked, "What's the opposite of platonic?"

With a smile she stood on tiptoes and whispered close to my ear, "Sexual."

I put my arms around her to prevent her from moving away and whispered in return, "I'll choose that one please."

Her face appeared in front of me again and her soft lips closed over mine. The kiss lingered and I felt her hand slide down and gently caress the outside of where she expected my penis to be. She terminated the kiss and looking into my eyes whispered, "Since I have seen your photograph I have been a very naughty girl in private. I am impatient for my sinful dreams to come true."

I took a deep breath. We'd been there only five minutes and she was already exceeding the speed limit. I turned to Anne for support but to my surprise she and Sandeep had disappeared.

She saw my expression and said, "They will be washing after your journey."

I asked incredulously, "They?"

She looked perplexed and answered, "Well it is only polite for Sandeep to assist her. Do you not help each other to be clean?"

I replied, "Not always." In truth the only time we ever got into the shower together was when one or the other was feeling horny.

I handed over the bags containing our gifts and she thanked me without even peering inside to see what they were.

We were still standing in the hallway when she clasped her hand over her mouth in horror. She exclaimed, "Please forgive my ignorant manners. I have been so excited by your arrival that I am forgetting to be the good host. Come, it is time to wash you."

She took my arm but I turned and looked at the case which was still on the floor. She noticed and said casually, "Just leave it." She placed the bag with the booze and perfume beside it.

As she pulled me towards the stairs, a young Indian girl suddenly appeared from nowhere and grabbed the case. She was not very tall but extremely pretty with boyish short hair and looked to be about nineteen. The case wasn't all that heavy but having come from old fashioned stock I was not prepared to see a slightly built female lugging it around. I turned to take it from her but Reshma said sharply, "No you must not."

She continued pulling me in the direction of the staircase and the last view I had of the girl was of her wrestling both the case and our gift bag up the stairs one step at a time.

When we were out of earshot I enquired, "The girl?"

She replied, "She is from poor family but shows intelligence so we are providing better education and teaching civilised manners. Those of us who are blessed have duty to help less privileged ones." Listening to her explanation I wondered what a couple of horny landlords, one of whom was bi, accepted as tuition fees.

The bathroom was bigger than our lounge and I gazed around in awe. There was a sauna large enough for four people and a similar sized shower. There were two exercise machines, a set of weights and a couple of padded benches presumable for massage. The tiled walls were decorated with murals of naked angels in erotic poses. I was surprised that there was only one bath but it was double-size. For an abode that presumably housed just two people, the bathroom was excessive.

Anne and Sandeep were both naked in the shower. He had a lean body but was quite muscular and looked exceedingly fit. I was relieved to see that his flaccid penis, although more than adequate, was not going to humiliate me. Anne was standing motionless and he was wearing woolly mittens while he lathered her. She looked at me with a bewildered expression and humped her shoulders in a silent question.

As if she were scolding a child, Reshma said sharply, "Kevin why are you standing there? Please remove your clothes because the valuable time is being wasted." I turned and she was naked and in the process of donning a rubbery cap. She had a slim but athletic figure and her firm breasts were proportional to her size with dark prominent nipples. Her abundant pubic hair was unkempt.

There was hardly much point in being embarrassed so I undressed. As she pushed me impatiently towards the shower the little Indian girl suddenly appeared. She gathered up the four piles of clothes and left the bathroom with them.

Reshma unhooked a hose and doused me with warm water. She also wore sheepskin mittens and began to lather me with foaming jell. Anne was in the process of being rinsed and as we glanced at each other, she raised her hand to her mouth in a silent giggle.

Reshma was working efficiently to ensure that every inch of my body received her attention. When she came to my flaccid penis, she rested it carefully in the palm of one woolly hand and wiped carefully and gently with the other. Her intention was to wash me and that was exactly what she did. The whole experience was non-erotic.

When she was satisfied that I was clean and properly rinsed, we stepped from the shower and she began to dry me. I reached for the pile of towels with the purpose of returning the service but she knocked my hand away and snapped irritably, "What are you doing? You are the guest and I am the host."

Anne and Sandeep had disappeared and I had not noticed how they had been dressed, but that question was answered when she opened a cupboard and handed me a white bathrobe. She donned one herself and said in a satisfied tone, "We are now ready to enjoy your English presence." She handed me a pair of sandals but she remained bare footed as she took my hand and led me from the bathroom.

We descended the stairs and entered a spacious lounge that was expensively furnished Indian style. There were several luxuriously deep armchairs and a four-seated sofa. The carpet was rich in autumn colours and the pile was so deep Reshma's bare feet disappeared into it.

Anne and Sandeep were both wearing white robes and he was also bare footed. There was a bottle of Dom Pérignon in a cooler. He arose immediately with a smile and said, "At last we are all prepared, but first we must enjoy the champagne. It is forbidden for us to drink alcohol so it will give us greater pleasure."

I looked around and said, "Your house is very beautiful and you are both so young." I thought that was a clever way of asking how they could afford it.

He said, "My father is successful business man."

"May I ask his business?"

He replied, "He has ladies' and gentlemen's clothing shops, many in fact. He was one of the first to arrive from India and I believe you might say pioneer. I stayed home for university education and have been here only two years. Reshma and I married in India."

I was relieved to hear that it was not loan-sharking, prostitution or drugs. However, it explained how they lived in such opulence.

We all sat in separate chairs and sipped our champagne. Reshma sat opposite me with one leg crossed and slowly swinging her bare foot. She had not attempted to reapply any makeup after the shower but still looked stunning. Smilingly she asked, "This is your first time, is it not?"

"That is correct, and you?"

She sipped her champagne before answering, "It is our first time to make the advertisement."

"I don't understand."

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[rangeela]

She paused and sipped from her glass again as if carefully considering her answer. "The others have been Indian and not always eager, so it is exciting for us to know that you wish us to enjoy each other."

Her answer was slightly chilling and I dared not look at Anne. If the others had not been enthusiastic then it suggested that neither had they been willing.

She must have sensed my reaction because she continued hastily, "Please do not misunderstand and we have not stolen anyone.

In our country there are many cultures and some will only obey. The servants will always stay at a lower level than the master. If he sits in a chair, they will sit on floor. If he sits on the floor, they will lie prostrate. If he were to lie on the floor they would leave the house to lie in the dirt outside. It would be impossible for him to persuade them otherwise because it is the way they are born and always will be."

I was still feeling nervous and insisted, "That doesn't answer my question."

She glanced across to Sandeep and he shrugged his shoulders. She looked back to me and said, "I hope that this will not displease you." She paused before continuing, "If we tell them to come here they will come. If we instruct them to remove their clothing they will do so. If Sandeep has sex with the woman, the man may not like it but he will say nothing. Some men find it enjoyable.

Our pleasure is to see how they behave. It is amusing to observe a lowly young woman with a handsome man's penis inside her trying to conceal her pleasure. It amuses us to observe a naked man attempting to hide his hardness while watching his wife having sex with another man."

She looked anxious as she continued, "I have told you because you have insisted and we wish to be honest. If you now think less of us and it spoils our time together then I will have misery."

I looked at Anne who shrugged her shoulders and said, "As long as there are no bodies buried in the back garden."

Both our hosts laughed, perhaps in some relief.

A leisurely hour of chat passed until Sandeep announced, "Come, it is time to get dressed for dinner."

They took us to a bedroom and asked us select our dresses from their wardrobes. I selected a sherwani that reached to below my knees. It was midnight blue with an intricately embroidered pattern. Underneath I had close fitting black satin trousers and dark blue sandals. It looked and felt wonderful and probably cost a fortune.

I turned back to look at my wife. She was wearing a purple full length garment that was slinky fitting around the hips but flared at the lower limbs. Underneath where it slanted from one shoulder to below the other a dark red blouse was visible. She was holding the attached train away from her body and I could see that the entire garment was intricately patterned with gold thread. She was wearing purple sandals.

When all of us were dressed we returned to the lower floor and were led into the dining room.

In keeping with everything else, the magnificent dining table could have seated a dozen people and on it was a mixed spread of food. In those days Indian restaurants were sparse in the south of England so their cuisine was unfamiliar to us.

Reshma said, "Now before we eat I am aware that English people have the delicate tongue and some of this food will bring water from your eyes. So the chef has also prepared some English food which he informs me is shepherds' pie. He promises that he is using only the freshly caught shepherds." She exploded into giggles at her own joke and it took some time to regain her composure. We waited patiently.

She carried on, "Now here we have the problem. So that we all taste the same to each other, I have sampled the shepherds' pie," she giggled again, "but it tastes like the wood dust. So the choice that we are making is that we all eat English food and our Indian tummies will make growling noises, or you eat real food and Sandeep and I will wipe dry your eyes when we are close to each other."

Anne said defiantly, "You don't frighten me so bring it on." She added as a precaution, "But if you could direct me to something that is below lead-melting point then I will be grateful, otherwise I may have to sleep in the toilet."

Reshma began to ladle food from one particular bowl and said, "This we give to babies and chef is asking why he bothered. Taste it and tell me your opinion."

Anne swallowed a spoonful and said, "Phew, and this is mild?" She panted with an open mouth before saying, "Okay I can live with this."

There was no way I was going to cringe so I tasted it and said, "It's no problem for me." It was actually delicious even though a little fiery. Midway through the meal I noticed Anne looking down and shaking silently. I enquired, "What are you giggling about?"

She looked up and spluttered, "I was laughing at the trickle of sweat running down the side of your face. So tell me Desperate Dan, how are you coping?"

The meal over, we retired to the lounge and relaxed. The little Indian girl appeared with pots of tea and bowed with her palms together before retreating again. The time was seven-thirty.

The main lighting was off and the room was lit only by candles encased in coloured glass bowls around the room. There were things smouldering in trays and the air was heady with perfumed smoke. Soft Indian music drifted from somewhere.

We each sat in a comfortable chair with the guys facing the girls some six paces apart. Reshma sat opposite me. The silence was heavy with tension as we waited for someone to make a move.

Anne shocked me by speaking first. In a surprisingly calm voice she said, "You look nervous Sandeep, do I frighten you?"

I could not believe my ears and I stared at her in amazement. She was relaxing low in the soft cushions with legs out-stretched and her ankles crossed. She had removed her sandals and was slowly wriggling her bare toes.

Sandeep replied, "I am a little nervous but you do not frighten me. It is just that I am in awe of your English presence.

She continued in the same calm tone, "When you were washing my naked body you were not at all aroused."

He looked appalled. "Please dear lady, it would have been vulgar. I was merely assisting the ablutions of an honoured guest. I was your servant, not your lover."

She ignored his answer and unexpectedly changed the subject. "Tell me, what is considered to be sexual politeness within your culture. Is the word fuck acceptable? Are there words that are offensive to either of you? Let's start with a woman's vagina. We call it a pussy, cunt, twat, snatch etc. We mostly call it a pussy and cunt only when we are being coarse. So if I ever use the C word, you will know that I am exceptionally aroused."

I was in shock as I listened to this complete stranger who was posing as my wife. What the hell had they put in the tea?

As I attempted to gather my confused thoughts he was replying, "Nothing from your sweet lips would ever offend me. I believe a pussy is a she cat and she cats enjoy being fucked. We also have different names for it in our language like yoni, bhag, bur, choot etc but I prefer choot."

Now we were definitely getting somewhere.

I was feeling decidedly left out of it when Reshma exclaimed, "Kevin, you must be the animal tamer. Where is the English reserve that we have been led to believe? How did you capture this tigress?"

The answer that came immediately to mind was, "It's not really her, she's been taken over by an evil force," but Reshma spoke again. "So Kevin, tell us the English names for your manhood. The common Indian term is lund."

I re-focussed my mind and replied, "Cock seems to be the most popular but there are others such as dick, prick, tool, pussy-pleaser, baby-maker etc.”

"Pussy-pleaser sounds good. Sandeep, can’t we call it choot-sewak in Hindi?"

The girls started laughing but Sandeep clapped his hands together and commanded, "Stop, we must all stop the hilarity. I have prepared myself for this erotic pleasure for many days but it is becoming the Benny Hill show. Cease the merriment immediately and behave like proper sinful people."

The three of us fell chokingly silent, Reshma with her hand clapped over her mouth and Anne holding a cushion to her face.

The heavily perfumed silence returned and in the flickering shadowy light I waited nervously. Would Anne continue to be in control?

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[rangeela]

She spoke softly. "Sandeep, I am over here and you are over there. I'm going to take off this beautiful garment and I would like you to remove whatever it is that you are wearing. Then there is a decision to be made. Do I come to you, do you come to me or do we meet in the middle?"

He was unbuttoning his jacket as he replied, "Sweet lady, let us advance with utter slowness to each other but also with eager anticipation. When the ripest fruit has been plucked, one must savour it with one's eyes before gorging upon its delicious flesh."

Anne stood up and wriggled her body. The garment began to fall but she teasingly delayed its descent with her fingertips before allowing it to slither to her ankles. She removed her blouse and sensuously lifted first one foot and then the other to step naked from the crumpled heap.

As if on a catwalk and placing each foot carefully in line, she took three slow paces towards Sandeep. He also took three paces until they faced each other, both naked and a few inches apart.

She was proud of her body and when she raised her hands and locked her fingers behind her neck, her full breasts tightened and thrust forward. It was a shameless display of confidence and a brazen invitation.

He lowered his head and slowly sucked one prominent nipple into his mouth. Her body shivered and in the tense silence her indrawn gasp was audible. With reluctance he allowed the stiff nodule to slip from his lips and moved to the other one. Again her shuddering sigh was the only sound.

She parted her fingers and lowered her hands to place them around his neck. Lifting her right leg, she curled her foot behind him and then looking directly into his eyes, rubbed her heel slowly and sensuously against the back of his calf.

Reshma scampered across and wriggled onto my lap. With her lips close to my ear she whispered, "It is exciting is it not? I like the watching. Does it also give you sinful pleasure?"

The opportunity of observing an erotic situation involving my wife with another man had never previously arisen so I was not sure how I felt. I was about to see the woman I loved in the act of giving herself to another man who was about to explore her most intimate femininity. I felt a twinge of jealousy but it was also intensely exciting and I could not drag my eyes away. I became aware that I was acquiring an erection.

In the uncertain light, Anne's pale body against his dark skin was a startling contrast. Her foot was still behind him and it had caused her thighs to part. They were still gazing into each other's eyes when his hand slowly began to descend. His fingers tips were barely grazing her and they paused to gently pluck at her silky floss before disappearing beneath the dark archway. Her head tilted back and deep from her throat came a tremulous moan.

Reshma was watching intently and took my hand to slip it under her sari. She guided it between her open thighs and her pussy was gaping and very wet. She put her lips to my ear and whispered, "Welcome to my divine passage. As you can feel, I am enjoying the naughtiness with excited pleasure. You may bring me to satisfaction when the time is right and I will do the same for you."

I quickly unbuttoned the sherwani and as she pulled down the top of my pantaloons my throbbing member burst forth and stood erect. She gripped it and whispered, "It is excitingly solid and with pleasing thickness. It is by no means a disappointment. I will politely introduce it to my choot at a later time. Will it please you if we provide each other satisfaction in this manner?"

I replied, "It will please me."

She reached out to grab a napkin from the coffee tray and whispered, "Please advise me when your fountain is ready to flow, I am wearing a very expensive garment."

Sandeep and Anne had sunk to their knees and he gently tipped her sideways and then released her. She lay on her back in the luxurious pile with her knees up and her feet flat to the carpet. He shuffled around until he was directly in front and gently prised her knees apart. In the subdued light I saw his head go slowly down and there was a pause before she gasped, "Oh God."

I was stroking Reshma's drenched slit but my mind was not fully on the job. As Anne's excitement intensified so my fingers must have moved faster because suddenly Reshma seized my wrist and gasped urgently, "Please, you must pause or my fireworks will explode too early."

She took some deep breaths and then whispered in a hurt tone, "I am wishing for your full attention please. It is me you are pleasuring not your wife." She took some more breaths before continuing, "I am now restored and you may commence again but only with the same thoughtful consideration that I am giving you. We are trying to time our pleasure to be with theirs, so are we both understanding that?"

I realised that the reason that I had not approached an orgasm was because she had been holding my penis firmly without rubbing it. She must have been waiting for the right moment.

I muttered sheepishly, "I'm sorry. You might be used to seeing your husband having sex with someone else but this is a new experience for me."

She whispered firmly, "You are forgiven but I forgive you only this once. You may continue watching of course, but please remember that it is this lady's part upon which you have your fingers."

She was such a sweet girl and so comically serious I found it difficult to conceal my amusement. She responded immediately with, "It is not laugh making. I do not have merriment at the same time as sexual pleasure, they are entirely separate enjoyments. Now please continue with the same appropriate consideration for me or I will sit in another chair."

I took her face in my hands and kissed her gently. I said, "You are so wonderful."

Her eyes softened and she took my hand and placed it back under her sari while at the same time making vigorous pointing gestures towards the other two.

I returned my attention to the couple on the floor. Anne was still lying on her back and Sandeep was giving her pussy his full attention. Suddenly he moved into a sitting position with his legs straight forward and both together. He reached and lifted her bodily to sit astride him just above his knees. It took a lot of strength to do that. She was now sitting on his legs with her pussy just inches from his dark erect penis.

For the first time I saw her expression and from her eyes and demeanour I could see that she was helplessly in the grip of sexual greed. She began to shuffle towards his stiff rod but he held his palms forward and stopped her. She raised her eyes to him with a questioning expression and made another attempt but again he prevented her. Then I heard her whisper, "Please."

He had wanted her to beg and that is what she had done. He removed his palms and she shuffled forward to grip his penis while at the same time raising her body to insert it into her sopping crevice.

She was pressed up against him and still in a semi-raised position when she looked towards me and her expression was desperate. It seemed almost apologetic but at the same time one of hopeless surrender before she looked away and sank slowly onto his rigid staff.

From his sitting position it was difficult for him to be active so he rolled her sideways while still remaining connected until she was on her back with her legs wide apart and he was on his knees. He began with slow penetrations and Reshma and I had a perfect view of his brown penis dilating the crimson wet folds with every deliberate entry. Each time his rigid piston intruded to its fullest extent, he paused before withdrawing slowly. Gradually the downward thrusting became firmer.

He was fucking her with slow but powerful penetrations and each time his member entered her, it forced from her lips a breathless gasp. He slowly increased his tempo and his thrusting became shorter and less forceful. His cock was glistening with her juices and she was making continual whimpering sounds.

I had been trying to caress Reshma's sopping crevice at a steady pace but she started to make urgent movements for me to go faster. Until then she had just been gripping my penis tightly but now she began to rub up and down. As she became more excited her stroking became jerky and I guessed that she losing the rhythm because she was getting close. Irregular though her stimulations were, I whispered hoarsely, "Get the cloth ready."

Sandeep's penetrations were now frenzied and suddenly Anne lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He reached down and lifted her bodily from the carpet to hold her suspended like a doll as he pounded his cock into her.

Suddenly his head tilted back. He growled like a wild beast and stopped completely. There was a pause and then he thrust his cock into her with three savage penetrations. Anne shrieked, "Jesus," and her body jerked like a rag doll. I felt Reshma's hot cunt pulsate and she gave a shuddering gasp. My cock jerked in her hand as my seed spurted into the enveloping napkin.

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[rangeela]

During the minutes that followed there was only the sound of Sandeep's laboured breathing. As my own pleasure subsided, I looked down to the carpet and he was lying on his back with his knees drawn up and his hands covering his face. His chest was heaving from his exertions. Anne was on her side in a tight foetal position and her eyes were closed.

Reshma had turned sideways to lie fully on my lap with her head buried in my neck.

I slumped in the chair and reviewed the events that I had just witnessed and experienced. I had just seen the women I loved fucked hard by a man that she had met only a few hours previously. I had brought the man's wife to sexual fulfilment while she masturbated me to a violent orgasm. I felt guilty and confused.

Anne was the first to show life when she sat up and wiped the back of her hand across her lips. She looked up to Reshma and me and then down to Sandeep who still had his hands covering his face.

A few seconds later I knew that all would be well. She turned her head away to clear her throat with a polite cough and then reached out and tapped his chest with a forefinger. He snatched his hands from his face and looked enquiringly at her.

She said, "Thank you Sandeep, that was most enjoyable," at the same time offering her hand.

Sandeep shook her hand solemnly and said, “Thank you my lady, for giving me the privilege of enjoying your royal English choot.”

The ceremony concluded, Anne got to her feet and approached our chair. Reshma moved away and Anne wriggled onto my lap and pressed her lips over mine. I responded to her warm kiss and she pulled back and looked searchingly into my face. Her expression was serious when she whispered, "Tell me how you are feeling."

I answered in a hurt voice, "Well how do you expect me to feel having just seen my wife raped by a fucking stranger?"

She clutched me closer and pleaded, "Oh don't say that because it's not funny. Please tell me you're okay. Anyway it wasn't ** because I was a willing participant."

"Oh is that supposed to make me feel better? The next thing you'll be telling me is that you actually enjoyed it."

She pulled away and held her clenched fist threateningly in front of my face. "If you don't become serious, I'm going to punch you on the nose. Now tell me because I really need to know."

It was then that she looked down at the crumpled napkin that I was still holding on my lap and then back to me. Her worried expression slowly changed and she said, "On second thoughts, don't bother telling me how you feel because I think I can guess. You must be feeling ever so slightly tired having just had a wank while watching your wife being raped."

I protested, "Well that's where you are entirely wrong. I did not have a wank; I was taken advantage of by Reshma. I tried to stop her but she was too strong for me."

She sat upright and said, "And I thought I could trust you. The moment I take my eyes off you, you're unfaithful. Men are all the same, just cheating bastards."

Then her eyes shone with delight and she hugged me close again. "It really made you come, didn’t it? I feel better now and yes I did enjoy it. It was incredibly exciting because it was wicked and because you were watching. I felt safe knowing you were close by. Describe your feelings to me when it was happening.

I recalled to mind the erotic scene and said slowly, "Well I had a lot of mixed feelings. It seemed unreal and a bit like watching a porn film. The most exciting thing was seeing you completely gone in the head. Many times I've seen you come in make-believe situations but when you looked at me just before inserting his cock and I saw that you were helplessly possessed, it made me come even though I felt jealous. It was the ultimate voyeuristic experience. Does any of that make sense?"

She replied, "For me, part of it was physical pleasure and part of it was the enjoyment of knowing it would turn you on. In all our make-believe phantasies, I'm always enjoying illicit sex with a stranger but I sense that you are secretly watching and masturbating. Afterwards when I see that it's made you come I don't feel guilty." She looked down at the crumpled napkin and added meaningfully, "Like now."

She continued, "I wonder how I'm going to feel when you fuck Reshma. That's why I want to be with you tonight. I don't mind if we all sleep in the same bed together but I don't want to be alone with him. Do you think they will understand?"

Reshma and Sandeep were lying on the floor and whispering to each other in their own language, so it was not really necessary to whisper. As we arose from our chair they both scrambled to their feet and Sandeep announced, "Come, we have grime from our sexual exertions and it is time for all persons to be cleaned."

We all trooped back to the bathroom and had a group bath. It was getting late and I was curious about the sleeping arrangements. My curiosity was satisfied when our hosts led us to a smaller bedroom. Sandeep threw open the door and said, "Please sleep restfully and renew your energies. Tomorrow is a full day for us to enjoy your most exalted company." He shook my hand and kissed Anne and Reshma kissed us both.

That was it, all very polite and formal so we entered the bedroom and closed the door. Piled neatly were the clothes that we had travelled in, all washed and pressed, and our toiletries were set out in the bathroom.

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[rangeela]

I was awakened at seven by a discreet tap on the bedroom door and the little Indian girl entered bearing a tray with teapot and cups. I thanked her and she gave her little bow with palms together and backed out.

We sat up in bed and sipped our tea in silence as we wondered what sexual pleasure the day was going to offer. We showered and dressed in our second set of casual clothes and descended to the dining room. Our hosts were already seated and arose immediately with smiling handshakes and kisses. They hoped that we had slept well and pointed to the food.

After breakfast, Sandeep announced, "If you will please excuse me I need to make some meetings. Although this is my time of leisure, I must ensure that all business activities are without the problems."

Reshma announced to me, "Now we must have the massage. I am most proficient and you will relish my touch. Prepare yourself for extreme pleasure that we will both enjoy."

Anne was looking across to us with an expression tinged with suspicion. I had a moment of doubt and was about to say, "What about Anne?" but then I thought defiantly, "Sandeep screwed her in front of me so she's in no position to object."

Reshma must have noticed my dilemma and said, "Yes Sir, what is good for gooses must be good for ganders." She followed that proudly with, "You are surprised that I know your famous English sayings?"

She produced containers from under the bench in the massage room and turning me face down proceeded to drip aromatic oil onto my back. I rested my face on my hands as her strong fingers both caressed and kneaded me in a satisfying manner.

Reshma turned me onto my back and stood behind me to reach over my head and smooth oil on my chest. As she did so her warm breasts pressed into my face. When she had reached as far as she could, to gain more ground she climbed up onto the bench so that her knees were either side of my head. Her pubic hair brushed my forehead and her pussy was very close. When she shuffled forward a few more inches it was directly above my face so I licked it. My penis leapt smartly to attention.

She gently smacked my side and said, "Behave yourself naughty man, this massage is to soften your muscles not to make them hard. So am I wasting my time?" She wasn't as far as I was concerned.

We were now in the soixante-neuf position and it was no surprise when Reshma's mouth closed over my erect penis. Her pussy was very wet as I probed into it and when I stopped for a few seconds she wriggled impatiently. Her excitement continued to increase until she was rubbing her gaping wet slit so urgently that my face became covered with her sticky juice.

As I continued to lick her sopping crevice so she became more animated until suddenly she scrambled upright and turned around. She was now straddling my body and looking down to me. Her eyes were wild and her lips were drawn back in an expression of pure animal passion. Then she seized my cock and thrust herself onto it with such violence our bellies slapped loudly together.

She began to fuck me and I allowed her to do so but suddenly she growled, "Ab tum chodo." I didn't know what she meant. When I failed to react, she snarled, "I said you fuck me now."

I grabbed her waist and lifted her. Then I twisted her and slammed her onto her back with such force her breath was expelled with an explosive hiss. Then I seized her arms, held them flat to the bench above her head and hammered my cock into her as hard as I could. I began to fuck her with all the ferocity I could muster.

She started to gasp, "Yes, yes, yes," and wrapped her legs around me with such rib crushing force I found it difficult to breathe. Her whining commentary went, "Sir, your hard manhood is very gratifying and fills my love nest with pleasure. My fireworks are ready to begin."

I was trying not to come but I could hold back no longer and ejaculated in powerful spurts. I still had her hands pinned behind her head but her body bucked and twisted like a rodeo bull while she uttered piercing shrill cries. As she came her pelvis jerked hard against me and her thighs squeezed even tighter. For a moment I thought my ribs would crack but gradually she eased the pressure and I was able to breathe again.

Eventually she began to relax but her eyes remained closed as she lowered her legs carefully to the bench. I released her arms and she put them around my neck and opened her eyes. She said, "So I have finally been fucked by a proper English gentleman and it was indeed a pleasure."

I became aware that we were not alone and turned to Anne's. Her mouth was slightly open and her expression was one of astonishment. I had no idea what she was thinking.

Reshma called out cheerfully, "Your husband has a powerful ‘lund’."

Anne replied in a wondrous tone, "Really? I hope he hasn’t damaged you."

I started to laugh and climbed from the bench to cross to hers. She allowed me to kiss the top of her head and then looked at me as if she was seeing me for the first time. She said, "Did you enjoy her Indian – what is it that they call it – choot, isn’t it? You obviously did but her husband has missed the opportunity of watching his wife getting fucked."

Before I could say something, Reshma interjected, "He went out on purpose. You see, Indian men don’t mind if their wives watch them fucking other women. In fact, they may enjoy it but they don’t like to watch their wives being fucked by other men."

Half an hour later, Sandeep walked in. He announced blithely, "Please forgive my tardiness, business matters are never predictable. I hope you spent your time profitably."

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[rangeela]

The farewells were quite touching. They pleaded with us to return soon and it was clear that they meant it sincerely. So we continued to meet. Reshma impressed us with her cunt-licking talent and Anne not only learnt from her but also practiced on her. The open display of mutual cunt-licking always resulted in vigorous group sex, with me humping Reshma and Sandeep ravishing my wife.

During the years that followed our lives developed and we matured. I was given a partnership in the firm and earned loads of money so we bought a big house in Surrey. Sandeep and Reshma remain dear friends and Anne and I are as much in love today as ever.

THE END

[thewall81317]

excellent story. Thank. Rep +