16-01-2019, 01:52 PM
’No commitments? You mean we won’t be doing anything……….sexual. Right?’
’Right. Just a social meeting. We can take it from there later on.’ replied Manisha.
Udit was all excited about meeting Raj and Manisha socially and finding out more about the swinging lifestyle and their experiences. I’ll have to admit I was just as excited at the idea. I think knowing that we weren’t going to be doing anything sexual kept me from being nervous and scared. Saturday evening rolled around and Udit and I prepared to go over to Raj and Manisha’s.
I emerged topless from the bathroom with a towel dbangd around my waist. The henna tatoo that I had recently acquired over my belly button during the recent holiday to Goa with the image of a rising sun and its rays made it look all the more sexy. In addition to that there was a heart shaped tatoo over my left breast, just above the nipple and a dragon shaped one over the right buttock. Udit had teased me about where I had gone to get it.
‘Guess’ I had teased him. Actually they were only stickers and could be applied by anyone in the privacy of their homes. Even Udit knew that while it was possible that the one over the breast and the belly button had been applied by me surely the one over the buttock could not have been stuck by myself. These were professional services and thankfully he did not probe much. While he was lost in his thoughts I applied lipstick. He quickly picked it up and applied it on my pink nipples.
’Behave yourself! Now the bra will be stained.’ I scolded him.
’I did this just in case you get to strip totally.’ Udit said with a grin.
’Very funny! Keep your silly jokes to yourself.’ I said putting on the bra and tying the hook. I looked at myself again in the mirror. The bra was not transparent but showed a generous amount of cleavage. Both of us knew that some display was not vulgar and in fact was appropriate for the sort of meeting we were going for,so no comments were passed. I took off the towel and I could see Udit staring at my well manicured pussy for the millionth time. I was very particular about the shape that had to be given. Virtually hairless it had a vertical broadish line of hair above the slit. This was the way it pleased him and in accordance with his likes, I changed the styles, somewhat akin to changing hairstyles. These too were hairstyles though of different hair.Udit wanted me to dress sexy, not like I’d dress for some social occasion. I put on a nice blue saree with a halter neck blouse. The saree was appropriately tied well below my belly button to show it off. I am quite proud of my belly button and have become all the more fond of it ever since Udit has told me that it turns him on tremendously when the belly button is on display.
The blouse was sleeveless so ethnic oxidized silver jewellery was adorned to accentuate the impact. Demure dainty anklets on my feet which Udit finds very very feminine.He put on a pair of Allen Solly trousers and one of his best dress shirts. We looked presentable.We drove into town and met Raj and Manisha at their new home. Raj’s a contractor and he’d built their home himself.
It was in one of the better neighborhoods, quiet without being in one of those opulent communities. I introduced Raj to Udit and the two of them shook hands and smiled at each other. I remember Udit having a big grin on his face when Manisha strode up to him. She put her arm around mine and escorted us both into their livingroom. The house was nice, not too loud or garish. Everything was tastefully done up. Manisha gave us a brief tour of the ground floor. Raj put his arm around my waist and guided me to the main room where they had a beautiful bar. Not a little dinky bar, but a bar suitable for a small nightclub.
Raj was quite the gentleman, pulling out a barstool for me and helping me get situated. Udit sat to my left with Manisha next to him. Manisha was wearing a cream coloured salwar suit. She was definitely plumper than I was. Her cleavage was positively visible and Udit was definitely enjoying the view. However my confidence increased in leaps and bounds when I noticed that she too was a trifle nervous. Raj poured us some very dry white, French wine. I’d never tasted any wine so good in all my life. It was a very good sipping wine without being too alcoholic. Raj and Udit had beer; something they seemed to feel was a “guy thing”.
We chatted about their house, work and latest news. Raj started conversing with me about my thoughts of swinging. I felt relaxed enough to tell him about my slight apprehension. He smiled and said it was normal for me to feel that way. I wasn’t the only one who’d felt that way. He related Manisha feeling the same way when the two of them had gotten into swinging and they or rather she was still new to the game, he said smilingly.
I shyly admitted to Raj that I was worried that Udit might get upset if I had sex with another guy even though he’d be busy with another girl.Frankly even I was undecided as to whether it should be sex or just some fun. Udit being with another girl didn’t bother me though. Raj and Manisha talked about meeting couples and attending swinger’s parties. Much to both Udit and my amazement, we didn’t realize there were so many couples into the swinging lifestyle. Couples of all ages, occupations and varied interests. Raj hit on the subject of bisexual women. Think maybe he was trying to get my reaction to the idea. I’d seen scenes of girl on girl sex in the porno movies and wondered about it. Just wondered, not really thought it was something I’d think about trying. Raj and Manisha’s information on the swinging scene seemed to have a calming effect on both Udit and I. They made it sound so cool to be involved in it. I was a little concerned that it might be like consensual bang. Just an idea I had in the back of my mind.
Raj reassured me that you only want to swing with couples you enjoy being with and feel comfortable with and people should be matured enough to say a big no if there was any peoblem and the other should be equally willing to listen to it with no questions asked. I think Udit and I felt comfortable with Raj and Manisha. Kind of hoping they might be the ones to “break us in” for use of a better term.
Manisha mentioned that some couples don’t like to meet first-time swingers because they fear there might be a bad scene and then everyone is turned off. Udit and I could understand what she was saying. The evening was going great. Manisha had fixed some rolls for all of us to snack on along with some imported cheeses. I’ll have to admit, and I did, that Udit and I were totally taken in by the two of them. They were really nice people, not just sexy, but the most personable people you’d want to share good times with. We adjourned to an area of the great room with a large u-shaped sectional. Udit and Manisha sat across from Raj and I. It seemed a little strange at first not sitting with my husband but Raj made me feel most comfortable.
’Right. Just a social meeting. We can take it from there later on.’ replied Manisha.
Udit was all excited about meeting Raj and Manisha socially and finding out more about the swinging lifestyle and their experiences. I’ll have to admit I was just as excited at the idea. I think knowing that we weren’t going to be doing anything sexual kept me from being nervous and scared. Saturday evening rolled around and Udit and I prepared to go over to Raj and Manisha’s.
I emerged topless from the bathroom with a towel dbangd around my waist. The henna tatoo that I had recently acquired over my belly button during the recent holiday to Goa with the image of a rising sun and its rays made it look all the more sexy. In addition to that there was a heart shaped tatoo over my left breast, just above the nipple and a dragon shaped one over the right buttock. Udit had teased me about where I had gone to get it.
‘Guess’ I had teased him. Actually they were only stickers and could be applied by anyone in the privacy of their homes. Even Udit knew that while it was possible that the one over the breast and the belly button had been applied by me surely the one over the buttock could not have been stuck by myself. These were professional services and thankfully he did not probe much. While he was lost in his thoughts I applied lipstick. He quickly picked it up and applied it on my pink nipples.
’Behave yourself! Now the bra will be stained.’ I scolded him.
’I did this just in case you get to strip totally.’ Udit said with a grin.
’Very funny! Keep your silly jokes to yourself.’ I said putting on the bra and tying the hook. I looked at myself again in the mirror. The bra was not transparent but showed a generous amount of cleavage. Both of us knew that some display was not vulgar and in fact was appropriate for the sort of meeting we were going for,so no comments were passed. I took off the towel and I could see Udit staring at my well manicured pussy for the millionth time. I was very particular about the shape that had to be given. Virtually hairless it had a vertical broadish line of hair above the slit. This was the way it pleased him and in accordance with his likes, I changed the styles, somewhat akin to changing hairstyles. These too were hairstyles though of different hair.Udit wanted me to dress sexy, not like I’d dress for some social occasion. I put on a nice blue saree with a halter neck blouse. The saree was appropriately tied well below my belly button to show it off. I am quite proud of my belly button and have become all the more fond of it ever since Udit has told me that it turns him on tremendously when the belly button is on display.
The blouse was sleeveless so ethnic oxidized silver jewellery was adorned to accentuate the impact. Demure dainty anklets on my feet which Udit finds very very feminine.He put on a pair of Allen Solly trousers and one of his best dress shirts. We looked presentable.We drove into town and met Raj and Manisha at their new home. Raj’s a contractor and he’d built their home himself.
It was in one of the better neighborhoods, quiet without being in one of those opulent communities. I introduced Raj to Udit and the two of them shook hands and smiled at each other. I remember Udit having a big grin on his face when Manisha strode up to him. She put her arm around mine and escorted us both into their livingroom. The house was nice, not too loud or garish. Everything was tastefully done up. Manisha gave us a brief tour of the ground floor. Raj put his arm around my waist and guided me to the main room where they had a beautiful bar. Not a little dinky bar, but a bar suitable for a small nightclub.
Raj was quite the gentleman, pulling out a barstool for me and helping me get situated. Udit sat to my left with Manisha next to him. Manisha was wearing a cream coloured salwar suit. She was definitely plumper than I was. Her cleavage was positively visible and Udit was definitely enjoying the view. However my confidence increased in leaps and bounds when I noticed that she too was a trifle nervous. Raj poured us some very dry white, French wine. I’d never tasted any wine so good in all my life. It was a very good sipping wine without being too alcoholic. Raj and Udit had beer; something they seemed to feel was a “guy thing”.
We chatted about their house, work and latest news. Raj started conversing with me about my thoughts of swinging. I felt relaxed enough to tell him about my slight apprehension. He smiled and said it was normal for me to feel that way. I wasn’t the only one who’d felt that way. He related Manisha feeling the same way when the two of them had gotten into swinging and they or rather she was still new to the game, he said smilingly.
I shyly admitted to Raj that I was worried that Udit might get upset if I had sex with another guy even though he’d be busy with another girl.Frankly even I was undecided as to whether it should be sex or just some fun. Udit being with another girl didn’t bother me though. Raj and Manisha talked about meeting couples and attending swinger’s parties. Much to both Udit and my amazement, we didn’t realize there were so many couples into the swinging lifestyle. Couples of all ages, occupations and varied interests. Raj hit on the subject of bisexual women. Think maybe he was trying to get my reaction to the idea. I’d seen scenes of girl on girl sex in the porno movies and wondered about it. Just wondered, not really thought it was something I’d think about trying. Raj and Manisha’s information on the swinging scene seemed to have a calming effect on both Udit and I. They made it sound so cool to be involved in it. I was a little concerned that it might be like consensual bang. Just an idea I had in the back of my mind.
Raj reassured me that you only want to swing with couples you enjoy being with and feel comfortable with and people should be matured enough to say a big no if there was any peoblem and the other should be equally willing to listen to it with no questions asked. I think Udit and I felt comfortable with Raj and Manisha. Kind of hoping they might be the ones to “break us in” for use of a better term.
Manisha mentioned that some couples don’t like to meet first-time swingers because they fear there might be a bad scene and then everyone is turned off. Udit and I could understand what she was saying. The evening was going great. Manisha had fixed some rolls for all of us to snack on along with some imported cheeses. I’ll have to admit, and I did, that Udit and I were totally taken in by the two of them. They were really nice people, not just sexy, but the most personable people you’d want to share good times with. We adjourned to an area of the great room with a large u-shaped sectional. Udit and Manisha sat across from Raj and I. It seemed a little strange at first not sitting with my husband but Raj made me feel most comfortable.
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