18-02-2019, 02:41 PM
For her part, Aiko liked the way the man seem to exude quiet strength and confidence. His face was square and chiselled. He sported a moustache. He was quite handsome.
"My name is Rajiv. And this is my wife, Binal." His head swayed a little like a cobra, an unusual gesture found only in India.
"Hi," she said shyly.
"This my wife, Aiko, and I'm Gerald. Won't you sit down?"
"Thank you. I apologize for ignoring your email for so long. We weren't trying to be rude." His English was not only good but he managed to keep his clipped accent under control.
"That's okay," Aiko said. She already had a good impression of them. "I explained the circumstances to my husband."
Although they had exchanged some very basic information about themselves through their email exchanges, the couples soon fell into a rhythm of talking about their backgrounds, families, careers interests. They may have a world apart geographically but now they found much in common.
"So where are your children now?" Aiko asked.
Rajiv answered. "They are a few months away from attending university. We made arrangements for them to stay with their aunt, my wife's sister."
Rajiv went on to explain that Binal had had a difficult birth after the second child. The doctors believed she was no longer able to have more children, and if she were able, would have advised her against it. Rajiv explained he decided on a vasectomy to remove the risk of pregnancy entirely.
Aiko changed the subject. "I'm always curious about what people's names mean. Do yours having meaning?"
Rajiv looked at this wife. Clearly, he wanted her to join the conversation. Both Aiko and Gerald liked that about Rajiv. He treated like an equal. They were not the negative stereotyped Indian couple in which the men treated their women as second-class citizens.
Binal understood her husband's intent.
"Rajiv means lotus flower in the Marathi language," she said. "And my name means princess."
By the time dinner had arrived, they were felt very comfortable with each other. When the waiter left their table, Aiko asked what experience they had in swinging because they had not mentioned swinging except in the context of being interested in it. She directed her question to Binal, woman to woman.
Binal avoided eye contact, then looked toward her husband.
"I'm sorry," Aiko said. "I guess I was a little too direct."
"She's very shy," Rajiv interjected. "No, we've not swung before," he added. "Once we decided to try it, we didn't get the chance! And I do mean 'we'. I won't force my wife into anything. She's too dear to me."
"I'm sorry," Aiko said again, this time patting her on her hand.
"It's okay," she replied, "but what he said is true. He's not forcing me into this. Rajiv is the only man I've ever known... You know what I mean."
"I do," Aiko said, patting her hand again. "I understand."
Without getting into great detail, they told the Indian couple about their swinging adventures, including about their special friendship with two other couples that involved no use of condoms.
The meal was long over when Gerald said, "So now you two have something to think about," Gerald said. "I suggest you talk to each other and decide whether swinging is something you really want to do. Aiko and I think you are very nice people. We would be interested in having you as friends even if you decide you don't want to swing."
Aiko nodded her assent. "Let us show you around the city. You leave your car here. We'll drive you around for an hour or two and bring back here."
"Well, thank you. That's very kind of you," Rajiv said. "Binal?"
She nodded her agreement.
"We really like you two." Gerald said when they had returned to their own car. "Whether as friends with benefits or just friends, please call us." He gave them their telephone number.
* * *
Two weeks later, the phone rang. Aiko picked it up. It was Binal.
Gerald only heard one side of the conversation but he could tell that they would soon see them as guests in their home.
Aiko smiled. I invited them over for a barbecue next Saturday afternoon. That's okay, right?"
"Of course it is, dear," he replied. "It sounded like you were on the phone with Binal."
"My name is Rajiv. And this is my wife, Binal." His head swayed a little like a cobra, an unusual gesture found only in India.
"Hi," she said shyly.
"This my wife, Aiko, and I'm Gerald. Won't you sit down?"
"Thank you. I apologize for ignoring your email for so long. We weren't trying to be rude." His English was not only good but he managed to keep his clipped accent under control.
"That's okay," Aiko said. She already had a good impression of them. "I explained the circumstances to my husband."
Although they had exchanged some very basic information about themselves through their email exchanges, the couples soon fell into a rhythm of talking about their backgrounds, families, careers interests. They may have a world apart geographically but now they found much in common.
"So where are your children now?" Aiko asked.
Rajiv answered. "They are a few months away from attending university. We made arrangements for them to stay with their aunt, my wife's sister."
Rajiv went on to explain that Binal had had a difficult birth after the second child. The doctors believed she was no longer able to have more children, and if she were able, would have advised her against it. Rajiv explained he decided on a vasectomy to remove the risk of pregnancy entirely.
Aiko changed the subject. "I'm always curious about what people's names mean. Do yours having meaning?"
Rajiv looked at this wife. Clearly, he wanted her to join the conversation. Both Aiko and Gerald liked that about Rajiv. He treated like an equal. They were not the negative stereotyped Indian couple in which the men treated their women as second-class citizens.
Binal understood her husband's intent.
"Rajiv means lotus flower in the Marathi language," she said. "And my name means princess."
By the time dinner had arrived, they were felt very comfortable with each other. When the waiter left their table, Aiko asked what experience they had in swinging because they had not mentioned swinging except in the context of being interested in it. She directed her question to Binal, woman to woman.
Binal avoided eye contact, then looked toward her husband.
"I'm sorry," Aiko said. "I guess I was a little too direct."
"She's very shy," Rajiv interjected. "No, we've not swung before," he added. "Once we decided to try it, we didn't get the chance! And I do mean 'we'. I won't force my wife into anything. She's too dear to me."
"I'm sorry," Aiko said again, this time patting her on her hand.
"It's okay," she replied, "but what he said is true. He's not forcing me into this. Rajiv is the only man I've ever known... You know what I mean."
"I do," Aiko said, patting her hand again. "I understand."
Without getting into great detail, they told the Indian couple about their swinging adventures, including about their special friendship with two other couples that involved no use of condoms.
The meal was long over when Gerald said, "So now you two have something to think about," Gerald said. "I suggest you talk to each other and decide whether swinging is something you really want to do. Aiko and I think you are very nice people. We would be interested in having you as friends even if you decide you don't want to swing."
Aiko nodded her assent. "Let us show you around the city. You leave your car here. We'll drive you around for an hour or two and bring back here."
"Well, thank you. That's very kind of you," Rajiv said. "Binal?"
She nodded her agreement.
"We really like you two." Gerald said when they had returned to their own car. "Whether as friends with benefits or just friends, please call us." He gave them their telephone number.
* * *
Two weeks later, the phone rang. Aiko picked it up. It was Binal.
Gerald only heard one side of the conversation but he could tell that they would soon see them as guests in their home.
Aiko smiled. I invited them over for a barbecue next Saturday afternoon. That's okay, right?"
"Of course it is, dear," he replied. "It sounded like you were on the phone with Binal."
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