Life Doesn’t Suck
Hi every one I am Rajveer again from Indore with an another Intresting True Story . I would love to hear from you at [email protected]
We strolled through the entrance of the resort’s lobby and were greeted with a refreshing blast of cool air. It had been nearly a year to the day since we first discovered this real-life “Fantasy Island” – a place where our wildest fantasies had come true. Vibha and I had shared our fantasies of swinging and sharing for years, mostly as a lead-in to some hot and raunchy sex. Those fantasies remained purely pillow-talk until that fateful vacation the year before.
We stood at the end of a long line of people, waiting to be checked in. My heart raced with excitement at the memory of what had happened at this magical place, and the possibility of what may happen over the next five days. I turned to my wife, and she gave me a naughty smile, exposing that dimple on her cheek that had endeared her to me nearly twenty years before. I leaned in to whisper something to her, but was interrupted by a tap on my shoulder.
“Excuse me,” a man said from behind me. “Did you tip the cabbie?” He motioned to the driver parked outside of the entrance.
“Yeah,” I responded.
“How much did you give him?” he asked. I was amused by the brash and straightforward nature of his question. He seemed completely oblivious that some people might consider it rude.
“Thirty,” I responded.
“Thirty bucks?!” he said with a wide-eyed expression.
“Oh, yeah, right! Thanks, chief,” he said, patting me on the shoulder. He turned and smiled at Vibha, gave her a wink, and then quickly disappeared toward the cab.
Vibha gave me a wild-eyed look, and I responded with a shrug. If there was one thing we learned during our first visit to the resort, it was that the guests were far friendlier than you would normally encounter anywhere else, and no topic was considered too taboo for polite conversation.
We were eventually greeted by one of the resort’s hosts and were checked into our room. They took our bags, and explained that our room wouldn’t be ready for another hour. They invited us to explore the grounds of the resort and have some lunch at the outdoor buffet. As we were already familiar with the layout of the place, and were famished from our long trip, we took a direct route to the buffet.
Along the way, we strolled past the pool area, where dozens of naked people lounged about freely and casually, as comfortable as if they were fully-clothed. There were people of all shapes and sizes, and ages that appeared to range from the early-30’s to late-50’s.
I took advantage of the fact that I was wearing sunglasses to hide my gaze as we passed a couple of very attractive ladies basking in the sun. Their large breasts were far too perky to be natural, I surmised. Although I preferred the feel of natural breasts, the fake ones were certainly fun to look at.
We made our way to the buffet line, and were greeted with a friendly man behind the counter. I could only imagine what it must be like to work in such a place, and to be exposed to so much naked flesh on a daily basis. I wondered if it became so desensitizing after awhile that it was no longer alluring. In any event, I could think of far worse occupations.
We found a table located in a prime spot for people-watching, and had just begun to dig into our food when I heard a familiar voice behind me.
“Hey, there he is,” the man said. “Mr. Big Tipper!”
I turned and saw the man from the lobby approaching us with a tray full of food and a beer. He was with a woman who appeared to be near our age, but perhaps a little younger. She had long, dark, chestnut-colored hair that matched her eyes. She was neither stunningly beautiful nor unattractive, and fit the description of a “Plain Jane” in every way except for her massive breasts, which were straining against the fabric of her blouse. I didn’t consider myself to be a “breast man”, but even I couldn’t help but stare.
I invited them to sit with us, and we all introduced ourselves with friendly handshakes. The man, Pankaj, explained that they had taken the same flight as we had, and he had recognized us – or, more than likely, Vibha – from the plane. It turned out that he and his girlfriend, Anjali, lived less than thirty miles from us.
Throughout the course of our meal, Pankaj dominated the conversation, barely allowing the rest of us to get a word in edgewise. Not that any of us seemed to mind, as he was skilled in the art of conversation. He was intelligent and confident, funny and quick-witted, and seemed genuinely interested in hearing our story.
We explained that we had been swinging for a year, beginning with our first trip to the resort. He prodded us for details about our encounters, and we fed him with just enough information to satisfy his curiosity.
As for them, he explained that they had been dating for five years. Pankaj was “in the lifestyle” when they first met, and he eventually coaxed her into it as well. Although he didn’t directly say it, it was clear that he was well off financially. This was their seventh trip to the resort, and second that year, and that was no paltry expense.
We parted ways, and promised to catch up with them later in the evening. Vibha and I headed to our room to change, and in the course of doing so, ended up having a “quickie”, followed by a hot shower. There was something about the atmosphere of that resort that made us both insatiably horny. By the time we made it down to the pool area, it was mid-afternoon, and the party atmosphere around the pool had become more boisterous and rowdy.
Although sexual contact was forbidden around that area, I couldn’t help but notice several surreptitious acts displayed by couples who were trying to push the boundaries. One woman had her hand under a towel, which was draped over the midsection of a reclining man. The movement of her hand under the towel made it obvious to anyone what she was doing, although no one but me seemed to notice. Another man sat on the side of the pool with his legs dangling in the water. He had a massive erection, and every once in a while the woman standing in the pool between his legs would turn around and quickly swallow his cock, bob her head up and down the shaft a few times, and then quickly pull away. I couldn’t help but laugh, and pointed it out to Vibha, who shook her head and returned to reading her book, completely naked and as carefree as the other guests.
I laughed to myself, thinking how much had changed in only one short year. I remembered the apprehension and hesitation that I felt the first time I shed my swim shorts at that pool. I recalled how self conscious I felt, and the doubts I had about my physique and my physical endowment. A year into “the lifestyle” had taught me to be much more confident in myself, and more social by nature. I found myself striking up conversations with complete strangers with an ease that had never existed prior to our journey into the lifestyle.
I noticed the same change in Vibha. Whereas she was once more comfortable blending into the background at social functions, she had become an instigator. She was friendly and flirty in a way that I hadn’t seen since we began dating. After so many years of embracing the role of being my wife, she seemed to have rediscovered the woman inside her.
That thought was interrupted by the sight of Pankaj and Anjali strolling across the pool area, directly toward us. There was a man walking behind them, dressed in the resort’s uniform, struggling to keep up with them as he wrestled with a pair of chairs in his arms. Pankaj instructed him to place the chairs near us, and then deftly snuck a few folded-up bills into his hand.
“Good day!” Pankaj said to us, wearing a big grin from ear to ear. “Mind if we join you?”
Although he had answered his own question by placing his chairs next to us, we politely consented. He immediately stripped off his shorts and situated his towel on his chair, but my eyes – hidden by my sunglasses – were on Anjali.
She wore a white, see-through cover-up, which she removed as she turned to face the pool. She hooked her thumbs inside her bikini botPankajs and lowered them, taking great care not to lose her balance as she stepped out of them. I couldn’t help but notice that although her skin was perfectly bronzed, she had no tan lines. I also couldn’t help but notice the perfectly symmetrical shape of her ample ass. It was far shapelier and more toned than I had imagined when I saw her in clothing.
She turned to face me, and I got a good look at her breasts. They were massive in size, with large, round, dark areola. Although much larger than average, they didn’t sag as much as one would expect from a woman in her late-30’s who had two children. They were either all-natural or the best boob job I’d ever seen.
“Am I right?”
I was completely oblivious to the fact that Pankaj hadn’t stopped talking since he sat down. I gave him a curious expression.
“Say again?” I said.
He emitted an infectious laugh. “I just said, life certainly doesn’t suck! Am I right?”
“No,” I responded, as I watched Anjali settle into her chair through my peripheral vision. “It definitely doesn’t.”
For the next couple of hours, we were thoroughly entertained by Pankaj, who was filled with enough energy to power a small town. He regaled us with one story after another, and had us laughing so hard our faces hurt. He seemed to know everyone at the resort, and he introduced us to several couples, including a guy named Lenny who had a dick that was so small, it seemed to disappear as he moved. It was impolite to stare, but after Pankaj told a few jokes about it, and Lenny laughed along with him, we figured it was okay.
“What are you two doing for dinner?” Pankaj asked as the sun began to fade below the horizon. Vibha and I hesitated for a moment, attempting to converse with each other through telepathy. I was hoping to spend some quality time alone together before jumping into the social fray, but it seemed rude to blow them off after spending so much time together.
We agreed to meet Pankaj and Anjali for dinner, and then made our way back to our room.
“So what do you think about those two?” Vibha asked as she stepped into the shower.
“They’re really nice,” I responded. “Pankaj is hilarious, and Anjali seems like a sweet person. Don’t you think?”
“Yeah,” she said, her words echoing off the walls. “But I mean…what do you think…?”
“You mean sleeping with them?”
“Well, yeah.”
I was surprised she asked, as Pankaj didn’t seem like her physical type at all. But then again, she did laugh at all his jokes, and she seemed to have a good back-and-forth banter with him all day.
“Well, what do you think?” I asked, hoping to deflect the question.
“I asked you first,” she said. Damn.
“I don’t know,” I stammered. I really hadn’t given it much thought, as I was simply enjoying their company as friends. “I mean, Anjali is nice. I would sleep with her if you were into Pankaj.”
“Nice? Did you see those tits?” My wife. Gotta love her.
“Yes, I did notice them…”
“Notice them? I thought your tongue was going to roll out of your mouth like a cartoon character when you saw them!”
“Honey, you know I’m not a boob man.”
“Neither am I!” she shot back, shutting off the water, “but even I want to bury my face between those puppies and motorboat them!”
After I was done laughing, I told Vibha that we would simply enjoy their company as friends and see where the relationship headed. I pointed out that it would be nice to have a couple near our home that we could socialize with on occasion. Although she denied having much of a physical attraction to Pankaj, she was greatly attracted to his personality. She repeated her assertion that the greatest sexual organ is the brain, and I let it go at that.
We dressed for dinner in the theme of the night, which was “black and white.” I wore a white, button-down shirt and light khakis, while Vibha looked stunning in a short black dress. She wore an emerald necklace that matched her eyes and perfectly complimented her long, auburn hair. I couldn’t have been more proud as I led her to the restaurant, arm-in-arm.
As we approached the restaurant, I got a good look at Anjali, who was clad in a low-cut black and white cocktail dress that hugged her curves and left little to the imagination. As ridiculous as it seemed, the women at the resort appeared sexier clothed than naked. She wore a little more makeup than we had seen before, and it seemed to bring out her eyes and lips in a way I hadn’t noticed before.
We lingered over all four courses of our meal, as Pankaj continued to spin tale after tale of his adventures in life. The more we drank, the funnier he became. By the time we drained our second bottle of wine, he had become the greatest comedian alive.
Throughout the course of the dinner, I looked for signs of flirtation from either Pankaj or Anjali, but found nothing that would signal their interest or lack thereof. Pankaj’s interest in Vibha was made very clear from the moment we first met him, and yet he had hadn’t made any sort of move on her. This created a sense of ease and relaxation, as I realized that they were likely not looking to jump right into a swinging situation, either.
After dinner, we all decided to go to the nightclub. As soon as we walked through the door, Pankaj headed straight to the bar and ordered a round. When the DJ played a song that was one of Vibha’s favorites, she dragged me to the dance floor, and Pankaj and Anjali followed. During the next song, we switched partners, and I placed my hands on Anjali’s hips. She gazed up at me with those big, dark eyes and smiled as she swayed to the beat.
We continued to drink, dance and laugh as the nightclub grew more and more crowded. The noise surrounding the bar became deafening, and at some point I noticed that Pankaj and Vibha were no longer standing beside me. Anjali didn’t seem to notice, either, as she was engaged in conversation with another guest while seated at the bar.
I decided to search for my wife, and made a complete lap around the perimeter of the nightclub without any luck. I assumed she must have gone to the lady’s room. Then, a thought occurred to me. There was a room at the back of the nightclub, behind the bar, called the “play room.” It was a small, dimly-lit room with an X-rated movie playing continuously on the flat screen upon one wall, and rows of padded benches and mattresses surrounding the room. It was one of only two areas of the resort where open displays of public sex were allowed.
Vibha had mentioned that she was attracted to Pankaj’s personality, but it wasn’t like her to make such a bold decision to have sex with him without checking with me first. Then again, I thought, she did have a lot to drink. I knew the more she drank, the raunchier and less inhibited she became. Knowing how persuasive Pankaj could be, it was possible that he convinced her to visit the play room with him.
I walked behind the bar and slowly cracked open the door. I immediately saw a couple on one of the elevated mattresses to my right. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but I could clearly see Vibha’s red hair bobbing up and down in the lap of a man who was lying down and facing me. It was Pankaj.
I froze for a moment, unsure of what I should do next. My heart raced with adrenalin. I closed the door and made my way back toward the bar. Anjali was still sitting where I had left her, and she had spun around in her chair and was scanning the room, clearly looking for the three of us.
“There you are,” she said as I quickly approached her. “What—”
I didn’t give her the opportunity to finish the sentence; nor did I give myself the chance to think. I simply leaned in and kissed her. She seemed stunned at first, but then responded with great passion and enthusiasm. I was relieved to discover that she was an excellent kisser, with a style that matched my own.
When we broke our kiss, she stared into my eyes, and then leaned in for another. I let my hands roam down to her thighs, and enjoyed the smooth texture of her skin. She broke our kiss once more, and looked around the room.
“Where are Pankaj and Vibha?” she asked.
“In the play room,” I shouted over the noise. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth gaped open.
“Are they…?”
I nodded. “I think so, yeah.”
“Let’s go!” she said, and practically yanked my arm from its socket as she led me behind the bar.
She swung open the door, and I looked to my right. The woman with the red hair was still going down on the guy lying on his back. But I now noticed that it wasn’t Vibha and Pankaj. I turned to my left, and saw the two of them standing in the center of the room, fully clothed, simply drinking and chatting.
We approached them, still holding hands. I noticed a change in Pankaj’s expression when he cast his gaze down to our hands, and I instinctively let go. We attempted to have a whispered conversation, but realizing how rude it was to be having such a conversation in a room filled with people having sex, we opted to take the conversation outside instead.
“I need a smoke,” Pankaj stated once we emerged from the play room.
“I’ll go with you,” Anjali said. “We’ll be right back.”
As soon as the two of them escaped earshot, I told Vibha what had happened. She was highly amused by the scenario, and gave me a kiss.
When Pankaj and Anjali returned, they suggested we visit the hot tub for a nightcap. The resort featured a very large hot tub with a capacity of more than thirty people, and included a “swim-up” bar. It was also the other area of the resort where sexual contact is allowed – and even encouraged, given the several beds that surrounded the hot tub area.
We stripped out of our dress clothes and placed them in the bins behind the bar. Only one other couple were in the tub, and two others were having sex on the beds, when we all waded into the water. Anjali and I took a seat at the bar, while Vibha and Pankaj leaned against the wall behind us. We ordered a round of drinks, but before the bartender had finished pouring them, Anjali pulled me toward her and kissed me.
We kissed like a couple of horny teenagers in the back seat of a Audi, completely oblivious to the world around us. I let my hands fall below the water, and softly stroked her thighs. My hands wandered a little farther north and I verified that her breasts were, in fact, natural. They were so large, I couldn’t fit them in my hands – but it was sure fun trying.
Meanwhile, Anjali’s hand also slipped under the water, and she grabbed my rock-hard cock and squeezed it gently, over and over. She broke our kiss, and lowered herself off the stool and down into the water, clearly indicating what she wanted to do next. I obliged her by raising myself out of the water and placing a knee on one of the stools.
She placed her lips around my cock head and slowly worked her way down my shaft, eliciting a feeling of warmth that had nothing to do with the water. That action seemed to snap me out of my daze, and I realized that my wife and Pankaj were still behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, not entirely sure what I would see.
Pankaj was standing, holding his scotch and water in one hand, and holding the back of Vibha’s head with the other. Vibha’s head was happily attached to Pankaj’s penis, which she had fully stuffed into her mouth. I made eye contact with Pankaj.
“Life doesn’t suck, Pankaj!” I said with a smile.
“No, man. It sure doesn’t!” he responded. “But Vibha sure does! Mama-mia! This girl has some skills!”
This elicited a laugh from everyone in the hot tub, including the bartender. Of course, I knew exactly what Pankaj meant. From the very first blowjob I ever received from Vibha, I recognized that she was extraordinarily gifted. She employed an indescribable technique that I had never experienced before, nor even after we began swinging. At first, she dismissed my raving review of her skill, as I hadn’t had a lot of experience before we met. But after we began swinging, and she heard the same platitudes repeated by other men, she finally believed what I had been saying all along. She began to take great pride in her unique talent, and loved to show it off.
The sensation of Anjali’s soft lips and silky tongue slowly stroking my rigid pole, combined with the warm, bubbling water and fragrant Caribbean air placed me in a sort of trance. That trance was broken when Anjali suddenly rose to her feet. She wrapped her arms around me and whispered in my ear.
“Do you guys swing in separate rooms, or always together?” she asked.
When Vibha and I first began swinging, one of our “rules” was that we would always be together in the same room. That rule, like most of our other original rules, was eventually dropped, as we experimented with separate-room swapping and found that we enjoyed it. It allowed us to fully enjoy the person we were with. I told Anjali that either way was fine.
“We’re going to go to their room,” Anjali suddenly announced to Pankaj, who was still enjoying Vibha’s delicious-looking blowjob. “We’ll meet you back here?”
Pankaj gave her an odd expression, but nodded. It was clearly difficult for him to concentrate at the moment. Anjali and I toweled off. I grabbed my room key and we walked, naked, back to my room. As soon as I closed the door, I took her in my arms and lowered her to the bed. I tasted her lips, and then moved to her neck, and then to her luscious breasts.
She moaned softly and raked her fingernails through my hair as I took each large nipple into my mouth and gently sucked and swirled my tongue in circles around each one. I could have spent all night playing with those nipples, but I didn’t know how much time we would have, so I kissed and licked my way down her body and settled between her legs.
I teased her for a bit, flicking and rolling my tongue along her labia, slowly approaching her clit, and then working my way back down. She tasted salty from the hot tub, but also had an amazing sweetness to her that I found intoxicating. I sucked and licked my way back up, and she held my head with both hands and spread her legs, pulling me toward her clit.
I complied with her wishes, and swirled my tongue around her stiffened nub before sucking it gently into my mouth. She groaned and pulled me tighter into her. I applied more pressure with my tongue, and she responded with a loud moan.
“Fuck yeah,” she said. “Right there. Don’t stop. Please.”
It was clear that she was enjoying my technique, so I maintained my pace and motion until my tongue began to ache. I reached below her and grabbed her ass, pulling it toward me for extra leverage. She emitted a loud and sustained groan, and her entire body shook beneath me. I tried to maintain contact with my tongue as best I could, but it was difficult. At last, her muscles began to relax, and I removed my mouth from her and gave her a few soft strokes of my tongue over her clit, causing her to shudder with each light touch.
It occurred to me that we hadn’t discussed whether they were a “full-swap” couple that allows intercourse, or whether they are “soft-swappers” where only oral sex is allowed. Anjali answered that question definitively.
“Fuck me,” she ordered, with a look of hunger in her eyes.
I scrambled to our nightstand and fumbled with the condom wrapper. She helped me unroll it over my cock, and guided me inside her. As expected, she was incredibly slick, and I penetrated her easily. I teased her with a few short strokes, and she wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me toward her. When I buried myself completely inside her, she gasped, and kissed me with ferocity.
I kept myself deep inside her and began deliberately rocking my pelvic bone against her clit. She moaned into my mouth and spread her legs as wide as she could. I slowly rocked myself against her, and fucked her with short, deep strokes.
She begged me to fuck her harder. I increased my pace and instantly felt the unmistakable surge build within me. There was no stopping it now. I fucked her hard and deep, using my elbows to lock her knees back, nice and wide. She groaned loudly with each stroke, and emitted another loud, sustained moan just as I felt my own surge erupting from the tip of my cock. I continued to pump myself in and out of her for as long as I could stand it, until the sensitivity became too great to handle.
I buried myself deep inside her and remained still. My heart was pounding, and I could feel sweat glistening from my forehead. I could feel my cock throbbing inside her as she squeezed me tightly. She opened her eyes and looked deep into mine.
“That…was different,” she said, gasping for breath.
“Different?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said with some hesitance. “I never cum from penetration.”
“You could’ve fooled me,” I said. I couldn’t help but smile. “Vibha is the same way. She has a condition that makes it painful sometimes. Usually, we can’t fuck for very long, and I have to be really slow and gentle.”
“Oh, I’m just the opposite,” Anjali replied. “I like it hard, and can go all night, but I can never get over the top, you know? You must have a magic dick or something.”
I could feel the blood vessels in my face expanding. This woman really knew how to stroke a guy’s ego.
“We should head back,” I said.
“You mean you don’t want to go again?” she asked. I couldn’t tell if she were serious.
“You could actually go again?” I said. “Vibha is more of a one-and-done kind of girl.”
“Oh, I definitely could,” she replied with a smile, “but you’re probably right. We should get back. They’re probably waiting for us.”
We walked back to the hot tub, hand-in-hand. The light Caribbean breeze felt refreshing on my naked body. As we ascended the stairs and turned the corner into the hot tub area, we noticed that it was quite a bit more crowded than it had been when we left. I spotted Pankaj and Vibha chatting with a couple at the bar, and we waded toward them.
“Did you two have fun?” Vibha asked with a wide smile.
“Oh yeah!” Anjali answered before I had a chance. “You are one lucky woman!”
As it was in the early hours of the morning, we stayed for only a short while longer before parting ways. When Vibha and I arrived at our room, she was full of questions. The “post-game report”, as we called it, was often our favorite part about swinging, but I convinced her to wait until we had crawled into bed for the night. I didn’t want to skip any details.
I told her what happened, from the moment Anjali and I left the hot tub area. Vibha was transfixed on my words, and interrupted only to insert a “no way” or “that’s so hot” into my story. As I spoke, she stroked her fingertips softly along my chest and abdomen, occasionally pausing the play with my cock.
“It sounds like you both had a good time,” she remarked, once I had finished with my end of the story.
“I’d say so,” I said, proudly.
“I’m glad you found a nice, wet pussy that you can pound as hard as you want,” she said. By the dirty words she was using, I could tell my story had an effect on her. “I’ve always felt bad that you can’t do that with me.”
“You make up for it in other ways,” I noted, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. “Speaking of which…how did Pankaj enjoy your talent?”
“Mmm,” she said with a giggle. “Well, let’s just say that he was probably finished before you two even reached our room.”
“No way!” I said. (Now, it was my turn to interject with that comment.)
“Right there in the hot tub?” I asked. She nodded with a proud and sexy grin. “But you’re not supposed to finish in the hot tub. It’s an unwritten rule.”
“Don’t worry,” she insisted. “Not a single drop made its way into the tub.”
I shook my head. My wife never failed to amaze me.
“And what about you?” I asked. “Did he take care of you?”
“He lifted me up so that I was sitting on the edge of the hot tub,” she said. “He went down on me for a while. He’s pretty good at it, but I didn’t get off. I faked a good one for him, though.”
I laughed, and slid my hand down her body.
“So, it seems that you still need to be finished,” I remarked, feeling the wetness between her legs. “Let me see what I can do about that.”
***
We spent the morning lying on a beach bed, reading, napping, and people-watching. Because it was a public beach, guests from other resorts would often stroll by. It was easy to discern them from our resort’s guests because they were fully-clothed and did a horrible job of attempting not to gawk at us. It was always amusing to see the expressions on their faces as they tried to act casually while strolling through a beach filled with naked bodies.
At around three o’clock, the hot tub opened. Pankaj and Anjali were standing near the bar and chatting with several people as we waded toward them.
“There he is!” Pankaj shouted out, extended his hand toward me. “The stud!”
I shook his hand and gave him an odd look.
“Anjali told me all about you,” he said. “On and on and on.” He turned to Vibha and gave her a hug and an extended kiss.
“You’ll have to tell me your secret, buddy,” he said to me.
“Only if Vibha shares her blowjob tips with me,” Anjali remarked. I kissed her, and she melted in my arms.
I felt a bit uncomfortable sharing this conversation with all of the strangers surrounding us, so I quickly changed the subject and ordered a couple of drinks. As I stood at the bar, Anjali wrapped her arms around me and pressed her large breasts against my back. I spun around and grabbed her ass with both hands. She kissed me once again, but with greater passion, and I felt my cock immediately swell.
Anjali must have felt it as well, bumping against her belly, as she reached below the water and gave it a squeeze.
“Ooh,” she said. “Is that for me?”
“It’s yours if you want it,” I responded with a grin. She called to Pankaj, who was engrossed in conversation with Vibha.
“We’re going to step out for a bit,” she said, leading me past a crowd of people.
“Already?” Pankaj said with wide eyes. “But they just got here!”
“We’ll be back,” she said, ignoring the look on his face.
We practically sprinted to my room, and attacked each other once we shut the door. We skipped right over foreplay and went straight to fucking: slow and sensual at first, and then fast and hard. As she did the day before, Anjali experienced a powerful orgasm. I held out as long as I could before I, too, climaxed deep inside her.
I collapsed onto the other side of the bed, completely drained and exhausted.
“Wow,” I said. “That was fucking intense.” Anjali nodded in agreement, still breathing heavily.
We lay there, motionless, for a while, simply absorbing the afterglow of our orgasms. Anjali rolled over and placed her head on my chest. Her hair was so soft, and I couldn’t resist running my fingers through it. As I did so, she played with my chest hair.
We shared our life stories with each other. I learned that she married very young and had two children at a young age. They were both attending college and living with her ex-husband back in Minnesota. She had divorced him after ten years of marriage, explaining that they simply drifted apart. She met Pankaj at a convention in Boston five years ago. He had been recently divorced himself, and she instantly fell for his quick-witted charm.
A few months later, she moved from her hometown to the outskirts of Boston to live with Pankaj. He set her up with her own home-based printing business, and it became her full-time job. He told her he had been in “the lifestyle” with his ex-wife, and he desperately wanted to get back in it, but it was difficult to accomplish as a single guy. Although she wasn’t sure she would be comfortable sharing her new boyfriend with other women, she was intrigued by the idea, and agreed to try it out.
“It’s exciting,” she said. “And we’ve made a lot of great friends.”
“Well, I’m glad that we ran into you here,” I responded. “It’s funny that we had to go all the way to Mexico to meet you.”
“Yeah,” she said, her voice drifting away as she continued to stroke my chest. “We should probably get back.”
“I’m so comfortable and relaxed,” I protested, “but you’re right. We should go.”
Reluctantly, we rose from the bed. As we walked back to the hot tub, I reached for her hand. I was surprised when she withdrew it.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “but Pankaj doesn’t want me holding hands with you.”
I laughed before I realized she wasn’t joking.
“He’s okay with us being together, right?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah, of course,” she responded. “He just…it’s weird for him, I think. Usually, he’s the one who initiates and takes the lead when we swing together. I think he’s a little freaked out that you took the lead on this one.”
“I don’t want to cause any trouble.”
“No, no, no. There’s no trouble. Trust me. Forget I mentioned it.”
***
We spent the rest of the day together, and I made a concerted effort to show less affection toward Anjali while Pankaj was near. When we visited the nightclub later that evening, I mostly danced with my wife, and kept my hands to myself for the most part. Pankaj was his usual loud and garrulous self, and if he were bothered at all by my relationship with his girlfriend, he did a good job of hiding it. I began to think that perhaps I had read too much into Anjali’s statement.
The following day was their last day at the resort. The day played out much like the others. We met Pankaj and Anjali at the hot tub late in the afternoon, had dinner together, and then visited the nightclub. As it was their last day, both Pankaj and Anjali seemed to drink more than usual. It was their last night to party before leaving this paradise, and they were leaving nothing on the table.
Anjali was a little flirtier with me on the dance floor that night, and I made less of an effort to keep my hands off her. Pankaj seemed to be having a good time with Vibha, so I figured there was neither harm nor foul. After we had exhausted ourselves on the dance floor, we agreed to meet at the hot tub for a nightcap. We each went to our separate rooms to undress and shower.
“Are you going to hook up with Anjali again tonight?” Vibha asked as she emerged from the shower.
“I don’t know,” I said. “Are you hooking up with Pankaj?”
“I might suck his dick,” she said with a playful smirk.
“You liked that, huh?”
“He sure liked it. And I liked that he liked it so much.”
I laughed at her comment, and gave her a hug. Her emerald eyes sparkled, revealing her naughty thoughts. I pressed my lips against hers, and felt her tongue play along with mine. I led her to the bed, lowered her to her back, and kissed my way down between her legs.
“What are you doing?” she protested. “We don’t have time for that. We have to meet Pankaj and Anjali.”
“They can wait,” I said. “I have something I have to take care of first.”
She sighed and relaxed her legs, allowing me to spread them wide and gain better access. I savored the taste of her freshly-cleaned pussy, and she writhed on the bed in response. I inserted a couple of fingers, and she moaned. I twisted them in and out as I continued to lick and suck her clit, and she drenched my hand with her essence. Just as I felt her begin to reach her climax, we were interrupted by a knock on the door.
Pankaj stood in the doorway with his arm around Anjali. They were both swaying as if they were standing on a boat. Pankaj was nude and carrying his swim shorts in his hand, while Anjali was wrapped in nothing but her sheer cover-up.
“We waited for you two, but you never showed,” he said. “So we figured we’d swing by and see what was holding you up.”
He walked past me and stood at the foot of the bed. Vibha lay naked on our bed, her pussy glistening with wetness. Without saying another word, he put his head between her legs and picked up where I had left off. I looked at Anjali, and she glanced down at my stiff cock as she removed her cover-up.
“It looks like someone got a head start,” she remarked.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll catch you up.”
Anjali lay on the bed next to Vibha, and I tasted her pussy alongside of Pankaj. I watched with great interest the expressions on both women’s faces. They were both vocal about the pleasure they were receiving, to the point where I thought we’d hear another knock on the door from someone asking us to quiet down.
I felt Anjali’s body tense beneath me, and I repeated my tongue actions until her loud and sustained groan faded. I crawled up toward the head of the bed and inserted my dick into her mouth. She wrapped her soft lips around me and took me in as far as she could.
I heard the sound of sucking and slurping behind me, and turned to see Vibha on her knees, doing a masterful job of taking Pankaj’s tool deep into her throat. I was unnerved by the look on Pankaj’s face, as his green eyes were staring straight through me.
I turned away and looked down at Anjali, who was eagerly swallowing my pole with enthusiasm. Then, suddenly, I felt the slight scrape of her teeth as her head disappeared between my legs. Pankaj yanked her down the length of the bed, spread her legs, and shoved his cock inside her. He slammed himself into her again and again while gripping her legs high in the air with both hands. He had that same intense look on his face, and he grunted loudly with each thrust.
Vibha and I looked at each other with confusion. I moved to the other side of the bed, where she joined me. We shared a kiss and she stroked my hard-on while my fingers played with her pussy.
Behind us, Pankaj groaned so loudly, it caused a ringing in my ear. I turned around and saw his body convulsing on top of Anjali’s. His face was bright red, and the veins in his neck were protruding. He held his position for a moment before he finally relaxed, and the color returned to his face. He stood up and marched off to our bathroom, leaving Anjali lying on her back, her hand covering herself to keep from leaking all over our bed. She scrambled to the nightstand and grabbed a few tissues, which she used to clean herself.
“Was it good for you?” I joked. Anjali stifled a laugh, and then moved toward our end of the bed. I lay on my back, and the two ladies took turns sucking my dick. Pankaj entered the room and stumbled a bit as he stepped into his swim shorts.
“Everything okay, Pankaj?” I asked. He gave me a smile.
“Everything is great, buddy. Life doesn’t suck. But it does suck that we have to leave so early Pankajorrow. We should probably get going.”
With his last comment, Anjali removed her mouth from my cock and passed it to Vibha. She shifted to the head of the bed and gave me a deep kiss.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Please keep in touch.”
“Will do,” I said.
Anjali slid back down the bed and gave Vibha a kiss good-bye. She then gave my dick one last kiss good-bye as well. I stood and shook Pankaj’s hand, and Pankaj and Vibha exchanged a hug. They walked out the door, leaving us alone for the first time on our vacation. We had two more days together to reconnect, and we took full advantage of it.
***
I sat at my desk on Monday morning, staring at a long list of unread e-mails. The transition back to the real world was always harsh, but this was a particularly torturous transition. Although my body was physically back home, my mind remained in Cancun. I could feel the warm Caribbean breeze on my naked body as I lay on that beach bed. I could hear the lapping of the waves upon the shore. I could smell the salty air and the aroma of sunblock from my gorgeous naked wife lying to my right.
I thought of our encounters with Anjali and Pankaj. I could envision her swaying hips while we danced in the nightclub, and that song by Pitbull – the one the DJ played several times a night, it seemed – still echoed in my head. Its primal rhythm and driving bass haunted me, and the lyrics were so appropriate to the erotic experience of the moment: “You know I want ya; I know you want me; you know I want ya.”
I opened my web browser and clicked over to YouTube. I found the video for that song immediately, and shared it on my Facebook wall with the caption: “This one is dedicated to one special lady.” Although Pankaj had stated a vehement dislike for Facebook, and refused to open an account, Anjali and I had become Facebook friends during our stay at the resort. I smiled, knowing that she would see it. I didn’t necessarily intend to refer to her as the “special lady,” as I had also danced with Vibha to the same song many times throughout the week. I chuckled at the notion that both women would likely get the impression that I was referring to them.
Moments later, I received a notification from Facebook that a new message had been received. I clicked on it, and saw a note from Anjali.
Was that meant for me?
I grinned from ear to ear, and my face reddened. That response was quicker than I imagined. “Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t,” I typed in response.
No, seriously. I want to know.
It seemed like an odd response, as I figured she would play along with my game. “You and Vibha are both special ladies to me,” I wrote, adding a winking emoticon for effect. It seemed like the most diplomatic way to answer the question.
Several minutes passed, and there was no response. Perplexed, I wrote, “Everything okay with you?” After several more minutes passed, I received a terse response:
Yep. Everything is fine. Life doesn’t suck.
My heart leapt when I read the words on the screen. It was Pankaj. Why was he logging in to Anjali’s Facebook account? And why was he messaging me without letting me know it was him? Clearly, by his last message, he wanted me to know it was him. It sent a cold chill down my spine.
Later that evening, as I drove home from work, I received a call on my cellphone.
“Hey, you,” Anjali said in a sweet voice.
“Hey,” I responded. Before I could say another word, she told me she was handing the phone to Pankaj, who had something to say to me. I felt another shiver down my spine.
“Hey, buddy,” Pankaj said. “I just want to apologize to you. I was using Anjali’s ID today, and that was me that sent you those messages. I should have told you that. I’m really sorry, man, but I was just playing with you. Anjali is still pissed at me. Can you do me a favor and tell her we’re good? I’ll hand the phone back to her.”
The next voice I heard was Anjali’s. “Yeah, it’s okay,” I said. “I thought something was weird about it. It didn’t seem like you.”
“Well, listen,” she said, “we – and by that, I mean Pankaj – would like to make it up to you by having you and Vibha over for dinner on Friday night. Are you free?”
“I’ll check with Vibha and get back to you,” I said.
“Okay, please do. We’d love to see you again.”
***
We pulled into the driveway of the address we had been given. It was a very impressive structure, surrounded by fencing and landscaping that looked as though it had been designed and maintained by professionals. We rang the doorbell, and were greeted warmly by a smiling Pankaj and Anjali.
The house was immaculately clean from top to botPankaj, and decorated with expensive-looking furniture and artwork. We were led into the large kitchen area, which looked as though it had never been used. Pankaj fetched me a beer from the refrigerator, and then poured a drink for the girls. We carried our drinks to their back patio, which overlooked a massive in-ground pool and a hot tub. We chatted and flirted as though we were the oldest of friends.
I was nursing my second beer when Pankaj asked if I’d like to go with him to pick up our Chinese food.
“Anjali doesn’t cook,” he explained.
“That’s okay,” I said. “We love Chinese food.”
“I don’t cook,” Anjali said in defense, “but I’m a whiz when it comes to doing housework.”
“I can see that!” Vibha exclaimed, motioning toward the house. “I’m the exact opposite. I love to cook, and hate housework.”
Pankaj and I left the ladies alone while we picked up the food from a small restaurant down the road. When we returned, the women had set the table, and were enjoying another drink. By the volume of her laughter, I could tell that Vibha was already feeling tipsy.
We returned to the patio after dinner, and enjoyed a few more drinks. I switched to water, however, as I knew I would have to drive home afterward. As usual, Pankaj regaled us with more stories from his experiences in the lifestyle.
“Should I tell them about the time that John and Bonnie visited us?” Anjali asked. Pankaj raised an eyebrow, and she laughed.
“Well, you have to tell us now,” Vibha said, taking another sip of her drink. She reached the botPankaj of her glass, and Pankaj promptly rose to take it from her and refill it.
“So, before we met, Pankaj and his wife used to swing with this other couple named John and Bonnie,” Anjali began. “I had just moved into the house with him, and they called him out of the blue to see if they could stop by to visit.”
“They moved out of state,” Pankaj interrupted as he handed the refilled drink to Vibha. “They were only in town for a day or two.”
“Anyway,” Anjali continued, “we invited them over, and we were all sitting around like we are now. Bonnie mentions, out of the blue, that she has always wanted to be DP’ed.”
“DP’ed?” Vibha asked. Sexual lingo always seemed to evade her.
“Double penetrated,” Anjali said with a smile. “You know, one dick in her pussy, another in her ass.”
“Oh!” Vibha said, blushing a bit.
“So, the three of them decide to head right into the livingroom,” Anjali continued. “They start going at it. Pankaj, John and Bonnie. She’s sucking them both off. Then John lies on his back on the floor, and she crawls on top of him.”
“And I said, ‘I guess that means I get the ass!'” Pankaj interjected.
“And he did,” Anjali said. “He just got in position, stuck it in, and started going at it. The two of them working together like a couple of pistons.”
She paused for a moment and took a look swig of her drink.
“Wait a minute,” Vibha said. “Where were you? What were you doing?”
“You see!” Anjali shouted, looking wide-eyed at Pankaj. He shook his head in response and grabbed his scotch and water. “That’s the first thing everyone wants to know! But it’s the last thing that was on Pankaj’s mind that night.”
Vibha and I shared an uncomfortable glance out of the corners of our eyes.
“I just sat there, in the corner of the room,” Anjali said. “Just watching. I sat there for I don’t know how long. Finally, I just walked out, went up to my room, and went to bed.”
“Good story,” Pankaj said, after a long and uncomfortable silence. “And it just gets better and better every time you tell it. How many times is that now? A hundred? I’ve lost count.”
“That’s a nice hot tub,” I said, changing the subject as quickly as possible.
Anjali looked behind her, where their large hot tub was churning with warm water, causing steam to rise into the cool night air.
“You wanna go in?” she asked me. She didn’t give me time to respond. She rose from her chair, took me by the hand, and led me to the tub. She quickly stripped off her clothing, and I followed suit.
“You coming in?” I called to Pankaj and Vibha, once I had submerged myself in the water. Pankaj drained his glass.
“Nah,” he said. “I’m not in the mood for getting wet.”
Vibha gave me a look that I interpreted as indecisiveness. “I’m just going to hang here with Pankaj,” she called to me.
Anjali sat next to me in the tub, and I put my arm around her. She turned toward me and our lips met. She put her hand on my knee beneath the surface of the water, and swiftly let it rise up my thigh until it found my cock, which rapidly expanded in her grasp.
She continued to stroke me as our lips and tongues played. I reached down with my free hand and found her sweet pussy. She spread her legs, allowing me greater access, as I teased her with my fingertips.
“Sit here,” she said, patting the side of the hot tub. I did as she asked, and soon felt her warm, wet, luscious lips enveloping my cock, easing slowly to the base and back to the tip, over and over. I was instantly transported to that magical evening in the hot tub in Cancun, when I felt that mouth on my cock for the very first time.
I was lost in blissful remembrance, and it took a while for me to snap out of it and remember where I was. I opened my eyes and noticed that Vibha and Pankaj were no longer sitting on the patio. I mentioned this to Anjali, and she turned around to verify what I said.
“Come on,” she said, rising from the water. “Let’s go upstairs.”
I heard them long before I saw them. As we ascended the stairs, the sounds grew louder. I heard the low grunting of Pankaj, and the soft moaning of Vibha, but what struck me the most was the sound of flesh slapping together loud and fast. When we turned the corner into the bedroom, I was momentarily stunned by what I saw.
Vibha was on all fours on top of the bed, her head facing the doorway. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and she emitted a moan with each and every thrust. Pankaj was behind her, with both hands gripping her hips. He slammed into her again and again, grunting in a low, animal-like way. Unlike Vibha, his green and penetrating eyes were wide open. And he was staring directly at me with a look that I found unnerving.
I made a noise, hoping to get Vibha’s attention, and it worked. She opened her eyes and looked at me. Using only my eyes, I asked if she was okay. She nodded her head and smiled. Anjali led me to the other side of the bed and pulled me on top of her.
I went down on her, but I couldn’t give her my full attention, as I was distracted by the sounds from the other side of the bed. From the corner of my eye, I could see Pankaj’s body glistening with sweat as he continued to pound Vibha from behind. Each thrust resulted in a loud slapping sound.
Anjali pulled me on top of her and reached down to insert me inside her. I hadn’t put a condom on yet, though, so I recoiled. That’s when I noticed the absence of a condom wrapper anywhere in the room. I peered intently through the darkness at Pankaj and felt a jolt of electricity in my chest. He wasn’t wearing a condom.
“It’s okay,” Anjali suddenly whispered to me. “Vibha and I talked about it while you two were picking up the food.”
She reached down to guide me inside her. I wanted nothing more than to talk to Vibha at that point, and verify what they had discussed. I was agitated that I was left out of that decision. I felt confident that Pankaj and Anjali weren’t carrying any sort of disease, and I knew that neither woman could get pregnant. Still, it was irritating that I hadn’t been consulted.
Anjali pulled me toward her and kissed me. My thoughts were consumed with what was happening on the other side of the bed, but I tried to concentrate on her as best I could. I performed the maneuver that I knew she enjoyed, grinding my pelvic bone into her clit while buried deep inside her. She responded with a loud moan.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” she said. “Fuck me hard!”
I picked up the pace, fucking her with short, hard thrusts, massaging her clit with each downstroke. Her moans grew louder, and she clenched me tightly with her vaginal muscles. She informed everyone in the room that she was cumming, and her body tensed and shook beneath me. I felt my own orgasm swelling, and quickened my pace.
“Don’t cum inside her.”
The sound of Pankaj’s voice, and its tone, interrupted my climax. I turned my head and noticed that he was no longer fucking Vibha. He was standing on the floor, looking directly at me, with that same intense look I had seen earlier. Both hands were holding the back of Vibha’s head, which was rapidly bobbing over his cock.
“It’s okay,” Anjali said to him, “he had a vasecPankajy.”
“Don’t cum inside her,” Pankaj repeated, more slowly this time.
It took several more minutes to recover, but I eventually pulled out and stroked myself, covering Anjali’s midsection with several spurts of cum. I helped Anjali clean herself, and we sat at the edge of the bed, facing the window. I didn’t need to turn around to know what was happening behind us, as the sound of sucking and slurping made that obvious.
I looked at Anjali, and she smiled and kissed me. She whispered “thank you,” and then asked if I wanted to go downstairs. Anything to escape Pankaj’s glare, I thought. As we passed them on the way out of the bedroom, Pankaj continued to stare straight through me. He was still holding Vibha’s head with both hands, and was fucking her mouth.
“Honey, we’re going downstairs. Is that okay?” I asked her. She removed him from her mouth and gave me a smile. I could tell she was drunk.
“She loves sucking my cock,” Pankaj said with a grin. “Don’t you, honey?”
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed with her mouth full.
Anjali and I walked into the kitchen, and she poured me a glass of water. We then took a seat on her living room sofa. The sound upstairs changed once more to moaning, grunting and the sound of slapping flesh.
“I’m surprised he’s lasted so long,” I remarked. Anjali was silent for a moment.
“He probably took one of his little blue pills,” she explained. “Between that and the alcohol…this may take a while.”
She placed her head on my shoulder, and I wrapped my arm around her and gave her a squeeze.
“Thanks for inviting us over,” I said. “It’s been fun. Just like Cancun.”
“Yeah,” she said. She stifled a yawn.
I looked at the digital readout on their satellite box. It read 2:15 in the morning.
“So, how did that condom decision come about?” I asked. It still bothered me.
“Pankaj really hates condoms,” she explained. “Every time he uses them, he loses his stiffy, and he blames them for it. That’s why he didn’t fuck Vibha in Cancun.”
I had wondered about that myself, and it seemed like a logical explanation. Still, it seemed disrespectful that I was the only person who was seemingly excluded from that decision.
“I think that’s why he was acting the way he did down there,” Anjali continued. “He felt like we were having more fun than he was, and it was an uneven swap.”
“I really wish you had told me that earlier,” I said. “We could have come up with some sort of solution that worked for everyone.”
I was amazed that the sound from upstairs continued unabated. I could hear Vibha saying something along with the slapping noise, but I couldn’t discern what it was.
“Do you think Pankaj is jealous of us?” I asked. Her hesitance seemed to answer the question.
“He’s been acting…different lately. We’ve been with lots of other couples before, but it’s never bothered him. I really think it’s because this one was my idea. He feels like he’s coming along for the ride.”
“You mean he’s not into Vibha?”
“From the sound of it, I’d say he is definitely into her.”
I chuckled, and nearly choked on my water. The noise from upstairs suddenly ended, and I expected to hear Pankaj and Vibha bound down the stairs at any moment. I waited with Anjali, softly stroking her shoulder and arm. I could feel her soft breath against my chest as she yawned once more. I looked at the clock once more, and it was nearly 2:30.
Another five minutes passed, and to my amazement, Pankaj and Vibha still hadn’t appeared. Then I heard the sound of slapping flesh once more. Vibha was speaking again. I could hear her voice, followed by Pankaj’s. I wanted to go back up the stairs and check on her, to ensure that she was okay. Just as I had made that decision, however, the noise stopped.
There was a brief pause, and then I heard it again. The sound of slapping flesh. Only this time, it seemed different. Vibha’s moaning was different; more guttural. It didn’t sound as though she were in pain, but it wasn’t a pleasurable sound, either.
“I’m going up there,” I said to Anjali. She sat straight up and looked at me, and then nodded her head. I rose from the couch. By the time I got to the base of the stairs, the noise stopped once more. I heard Pankaj emit an obnoxiously loud groan, which he held for several seconds.
“He’s done,” Anjali said. I looked at her, and she gave me an awkward smile.
I looked back up to the top of the stairs. I was frozen in place, unsure of whether to run up the stairs and check on Vibha or return to the couch. I heard the sound of shuffling feet, and knew they were heading down at any moment.
Vibha was the first to emerge from the bedroom. She had put her clothes back on. Her hair was a mess, and she looked thoroughly exhausted. She swayed as she descended the stairs, and she held onto the rail for dear life. She looked at me with glossy, bloodshot eyes, and I tried to read her thoughts. All I could discern was that she was tired.
“Take me home,” she said, once she had reached the botPankaj of the stairs. I hugged her, and she merely stood with her arms at her side.
Pankaj came into the hallway and stood at the top of the stairs. He was grinning from ear to ear, and sipping from a caramel-colored glass.
“Have a safe trip home,” he said, still wearing his crooked grin. He was still naked. His flaccid cock dangled between his legs. He raised his glass in my direction, and then disappeared into his bedroom.
I gave Anjali a hug and kiss. Vibha was through the front door before I could catch up with her. I backed out of the driveway and looked over at her. She tilted her seat back, and then leaned her head against the window.
“What happened?” I asked.
“I’m tired and I’m drunk,” she said. “I just want to go home.”
“What happened?” I repeated. “You two were up there forever. I was just about to come get you.”
“I’ll tell you all about it Pankajorrow,” she said. “I just want to sleep.”
We drove home in silence.
***
“Okay, what happened?” I asked once more the following morning, as soon as I saw Vibha’s eyes open.
“I have a pounding headache,” she said with a groan. She arose from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom before returning to bed a few minutes later. She groaned as she tucked herself under the blanket and placed her pillow over her head, shielding her eyes from the morning sun.
“I’m sore everywhere,” she said. “My entire body. Inside and out.”
I propped myself up on an elbow and stared into her eyes, waiting patiently for her to answer the question. I barely had any sleep. I tossed and turned all night, wondering what had happened, and questioning whether I should have intervened.
“What do you want to know?” she asked at last.
“Everything.”
“We fucked. A lot.”
“Yeah, I got that part. Why did it take so long?”
“I don’t know. He just kept pounding away at me. It was fine at first, but after a while it was just too much. I convinced him to let me suck his dick. I figured that would do the trick. But just when I got him to the point of no return…he pushed me away, and had me get on all fours again.”
“Why didn’t you tell him no?”
“Because I thought he was really close to finishing. Just a few more thrusts. I figured I could take that.”
“You shouldn’t have put yourself through pain just to get him off.”
“I was drunk. I wasn’t feeling much pain at the time.”
I reached over to comfort her, but she pushed me away.
“I’m on the verge of puking,” she warned me. “If you touch me, I’ll hurl.”
“So is that it, then? You two were up there for a really long time. I started to really worry about you.”
“After a while, I told him I was getting sore. Next thing I know, he’s reaching into his nightstand. He must have put some lube on his dick, because it was cold and slippery when he put it back in me. But even with the lube, it was too painful, so I told him to stop.”
“So he didn’t finish? Anjali insisted that he finished by the sound he made.”
“Well, when I told him to stop, he pulled out of me. I didn’t want to suck his dick with lube all over it, but at that point I probably would have, just to get it over with. Instead, I felt cold liquid pouring down the crack of my ass. Before I could say anything, he shoved it in there.”
I felt a white-hot jab in the pit of my sPankajach. “He fucked your ass?”
“Yeah.”
Vibha and I had experimented with anal sex only a couple of times during our entire relationship. Neither one of us cared much for it. That Pankaj would even attempt such an act with my wife made my blood boil.
“Why didn’t you stop him? He basically raped you!”
“He didn’t rape me. Hell, once he had it in there already, I encouraged him. I told him to fuck me harder. I just wanted it to end. I figured a little dirty talk would push him over the edge.”
“This is ridiculous,” I said, sitting up straight in bed. “He went way too far.”
“It didn’t take him long after that. He pulled out. Then he flipped me over onto my back and crawled on top of me. I had no idea what he was doing until I felt his cum splashing off my face.”
“He came on your face?”
Vibha nodded.
“That son of a bitch.”
My gut reaction was to hop in the car, speed down the highway, and confront Pankaj face-to-face. He took advantage of my wife in more ways than one. He used her for his own pleasure, with a careless disregard for her feelings and discomfort. The way he used her, and that look in his eyes as he did it, was meant to be a message. He used and abused my wife to get back at me. I was certain of it.
Vibha urged me to let it go. She insisted that she was partially responsible for his behavior, as she encouraged him in an effort to get him off quicker. She adored Anjali, and had become good friends with her since we returned from Mexico. The two of them talked on a daily basis, and she felt a sisterly connection with her. She feared that confronting Pankaj would jeopardize that relationship.
“Anjali invited us to her birthday party next weekend,” she told me. “If you’re still angry then, you can pull Pankaj off to the side and tell him. Deal?”
Reluctantly, I agreed.
***
The day of the party arrived, and Anjali greeted us at the door in her usual warm and friendly manner. We entered the kitchen, and were introduced to several couples. Anjali mentioned that they were all swingers, so we could feel at ease to talk about any topic. Naturally, sex would be at the top of that list.
We walked out onto the patio and spotted Pankaj cooking at the grill. He gave Vibha a warm hug and kiss, and shook my hand with a big smile, as if nothing had happened. I decided to take the high road. Perhaps I had simply overreacted to the situation.
As the night wore on, the guests became bolder in their flirtations with each other, and rowdier with their topics of conversation. Vibha and I were standing in the kitchen, talking to a couple we had just met named Roger and Karla. Suddenly, Anjali came up from behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. She then surprised me by grabbing my crotch.
“This,” she said, slightly slurring, “is a magical dick, ladies.”
I didn’t know what to do or say, so I simply stood there, stupidly, as she massaged my crotch over my pants.
“Oh, is this the guy from Cancun?” Karla asked. “Anjali told me about you,” she said with a wry grin.
“Oh, yeah, I’m sure Anjali has told everyone about The Stud,” Pankaj said. I hadn’t even noticed that he was standing near us until then. “That’s all she talks about, how he’s so fucking good in bed, and she cums so hard. I’m sure you’ve all heard about it.”
Although he was smiling as he said it, it was obvious to everyone that he didn’t mean it as a joke. Anjali immediately withdrew her hands, and an awkward silence enveloped the room. Pankaj turned and walked out of the kitchen toward the patio, leaving the rest of us stammering for a way to segue to another subject.
Later that night, after using the restroom, I lost track of Vibha. I circled the kitchen and scanned the patio area before making a circle around the center stairway. As I turned the corner toward the front door, I saw her standing in the adjoining room, talking to Pankaj. She had her back up against the wall, and he was practically standing on top of her.
He said something to her, and she laughed and shook her head. Pankaj smiled and nodded, then put his drink down on the table next to him. He reached down, unzipped his fly and took his cock out. He then reached up and ran his fingers through Vibha’s hair. She shook her head once more, only this time without smiling.
When I saw him began to attempt to pull her head down, I bolted into the room and wedged myself between the two of them.
“What the fuck are you doing, Pankaj?” I said, staring straight through him. I could smell the scotch on his breath.
“Hey, buddy,” he said with a smile. “I was just asking Vibha for a little oral pleasure, that’s all. You know how she loves to suck my dick.”
“You asked, and it looked to me like she said no.”
“Hey, don’t get all upset.”
“Did you ask the other night before you fucked her in the ass?”
“Hey, she loved that. She begged me for it.”
“Did she? Or did you take advantage of her? Did she beg you to cum all over her face, too?”
By now, the volume of my voice had risen to a level where others began to peek their heads around the corner. Pankaj shifted his eyes around the room and smiled once more.
“I’m sure she loved that, too,” Pankaj said. “Not as much as Anjali loves your magical dick, but you know, we can’t all be studs like you.”
“That’s what this is all about, isn’t it?” I responded. “You’re jealous that Anjali enjoys my company, and for once, it’s not all about you. This is your way of getting back at me, isn’t it?”
“Jealous?” he said with a laugh. “Of you? You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“Stay away from my wife,” I said. I stared him down for a moment, and then turned to tell Vibha it was time to go. I felt a hard shove to my back, and it knocked me into her. My forehead smashed into her mouth, splitting her lip. I managed to catch her before she stumbled to the floor. I turned around, and Pankaj was still smiling and shaking his head.
I could feel the blood boiling inside me as I approached him. I pointed at him, my finger an inch away from his nose. “You are a jealous, insecure, selfish, fucking pussy, you know that?” I heard a few giggles from the audience that was now growing in the hallway.
I saw the punch coming long before it came near me, and I easily ducked out of the way. I lunged at him, plowing my shoulder into his midsection, and driving him backward onto the floor. As he fell, the back of his head slammed against the base of a wooden table. I drew back my right fist, the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
Someone grabbed me from behind and held my wrist in place. I was hoisted to my feet by another set of hands. Another person rushed over to Pankaj, who still lay on the floor, his eyes closed, seemingly unconscious. I turned around and noticed that every guest at the party was staring at me, wide-eyed and mouths agape. I grabbed Vibha’s hand and rushed her out the front door.
***
Less than twenty-four hours later, Vibha and I quietly sat at our dinner table when we heard our doorbell ring. We exchanged a look of fear and dread. We had discussed the possibility that Pankaj would press charges against me, and I was mentally preparing myself to face a uniformed officer at our door. We opened the door together, and were shocked to find Anjali standing on our front porch.
“Can I come in?” she asked. She looked terrible. Her eyes were swollen and her cheeks were red, as if she had been crying for hours. Vibha moved aside, and invited her in. The three of us stood in the entryway for a moment, waiting for someone to say something.
“I’m so sorry,” Anjali said, “to both of you. Pankaj…has anger issues. And apparently jealousy issues. Lots of issues, really. I’m sorry that I got you both mixed up with him. He’s not who I thought he was.”
Vibha made the first move, and gave Anjali a warm embrace. I followed by hugging the two of them, and we stood there for a moment, comforting each other. I invited Anjali into the kitchen, and we sat at the table as Vibha made her a cup of coffee.
“I’ve left him,” Anjali said. Vibha and I shared a look of shock.
“Because of this?” Vibha asked.
“No, this was just the final straw,” Anjali said. “I should have left him a long time ago. He can be abusive at times.”
“He’s hit you?” I asked.
“No,” she responded. “Not yet, at least. I just mean he’s been verbally and emotionally abusive, since the day I moved in with him. He has a short temper.”
“Why did you stay with him for so long?” I asked.
“I left everything back in Minnesota,” she responded. “My family, my friends. He was all I had here. He set me up with a business. I felt like I owed him. Then, when he suggested we start swinging, I became his wing man, helping him get laid, helping him get into parties. We both got something out of it. But I just couldn’t take anymore.”
“What will you do now?” Vibha asked.
“I don’t know,” she answered. “He left the house this morning, and I packed everything I could fit into my car. Everything I have is sitting in your driveway right now. I’m going to get a hotel room tonight, and then who knows. Maybe I’ll move back to Minnesota.”
“You’re not getting a hotel room,” Vibha said. “You’re going to stay here tonight, with us. And you can stay for as long as you’d like. We have a spare bedroom. It’s yours.”
Anjali’s eyes watered. “I couldn’t do that. You two have a life here. I can’t intrude on that.”
“Bullshit,” Vibha said. “You wouldn’t be an intrusion at all. It’s just the two of us here, and we both enjoy your company. You can set up your home office in the bedroom.”
Anjali paused for a moment, looking from me to Vibha, and back again. “You’re serious.”
I nodded and smiled. “It’s okay with me,” I said. “We’d love to have you here.”
Anjali looked at each of us once more. “Okay, I’ll stay, but just for a little while. And I am not going to be a freeloader. I will help with the bills. And I’ll do all the housework.”
“And I’ll do all the cooking,” Vibha chimed in.
“Okay, then,” I said. “It’s settled. Welcome home!”
***
It’s hard to believe it has been eight months since that day. Time does, indeed, fly when you’re having fun. Anjali’s presence in our home has become so “normal” that it seems as though she were always here with us. Our family and friends have been told that a mutual friend is staying with us for awhile until she can get back on her feet. Which is true. What they don’t know, and would never expect, is that I share Anjali’s bed several times a week.
Although there is no formal sleeping schedule, I try to arrange it evenly, so that I sleep with Vibha as often as I sleep with Anjali. This arrangement seems to work out perfectly for us, given our disparate libidos. Our arrangement also works perfectly around the house. Anjali does all the housework, Vibha does the cooking, and I am the primary bread-winner.
On rare and special occasions, I am treated to having both ladies in bed with me at the same time. The latest example came last night, when the girls strapped me to the bed and blindfolded me, in celebration of my birthday. The blindfold was unnecessary, as I know their bodies and techniques so well, it’s hardly a mystery who is doing what.
When I felt a warm, wet mouth envelop my penis, I immediately recognized that it was my wife’s. Although she had spent many sessions teaching Anjali her tricks and tips, her technique was still unmistakable. As Vibha’s mouth made its way slowly and torturously down my shaft, I could feel Anjali’s fingernails rake across my chest.
I heard the low hum of a vibrator to my left, and then felt a set of soft, wet lips on mine. Anjali moaned into my mouth, and Vibha responded with a moan of her own, sending pleasurable vibrations down my shaft and straight down to my toes.
The motion of Vibha’s mouth up and down my shaft, along with Anjali’s hungry lips, caused my cock to twitch uncontrollably. Vibha removed me from her mouth with a slurping sound.
“He’s ready,” she said.
At once, both mouths disappeared from my body. I felt a shifting on the bed, and could sense that I was being straddled. A hand grabbed my cock and squeezed it, and I could feel a drop of pre-cum ooze from the tip. It was then inserted ever-so-slowly into a warm and very wet cunt. With one powerful squeeze, I recognized its owner instantly.
The sound of a second vibrator filled my right ear, and Vibha moaned with pleasure. Anjali raised her hips slowly up my shaft and then slammed herself down hard and fast. An intense wave of pleasure radiated from the base of my cock.
“Slow down,” I begged her. “You’re gonna make me cum too quickly.”
“Oh, you’re going to cum quickly, birthday boy,” she said, playfully. “Then we’re going to make you cum again. You think we can make him cum three times, Vibha?”
“Mmm,” Vibha softly purred in my right ear, licking my earlobe provocatively. “I don’t know. But it will be fun to try.”
Life certainly does not suck.
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