18-02-2019, 02:41 PM
"It was. She said they wanted to swing with us. She wanted Rajiv to call but he refused. To overcome her shyness and also show a real interest in swinging, he insisted she make the arrangements."
"Any suggestions on how we could ease them into swinging?" Gerald asked.
"A seductive massage," she said. "It's really Wei-ling's idea. She said even a massage by an amateur can feel good if apply the right pressure. We'll just work on them and we'll learn soon enough what works and what doesn't."
"It's a good idea, Aiko, but I suggest something more before we even start a massage."
"Like what" she asked.
And then he told her.
"I haven't done anything like that before," she said.
"That's right," he said, "but that's what I want you to do."
"It's not my usual style," she said.
"I insist you do what I want you to do," he repeated.
"You're the boss," she said as she felt her body tingle and the moisture formed at the opening of her crevice.
* * *
The much-anticipated Saturday finally arrived. The Indian couple brought some Indian dishes with them. Aiko prepared some sushi and sashimi. Gerald grilled meat and vegetables on the barbecue.
By the time he was finished, the late-summer sun was already setting and the temperature outside dropping. Gerald noticed that the Indian couple looked uncomfortable. They were not used to anything but tropical temperatures.
"Let's go inside," Gerald suggested. "Aiko should have the dinner table ready by now. Nights tend to get nippy at this time of year."
Aiko had changed clothes while the other three were outside. She wore her skimpy loose-fitting red frock. She wore no bra. The dress revealed her cleavage to good effect. It barely concealed her nipples. What their guests did not notice, at least not at first, was that she wore no panties. Her arms, feet and legs were bare. Gerald wanted her to take the initiative in seducing this couple. Like her little black dress, the more it hid the more it seemed to show.
To ensure privacy, Gerald closed the curtains. The dinner, wine and deserts followed. While the food and drinks were normal, the dinner service proved to be quite unusual. Aiko's role was to fetch the food from the kitchen so that she could show herself off and then serve it. When she put food on Rajiv's plate, she stooped just enough to allow Rajiv and Binal an unobstructed view of her breasts.
Rajiv stared at the display.
"Don't stare, it's rude," she said to her husband.
"No it's not," Aiko countered. "I want him to stare at them. When he looks, it makes my nipples hard and tingly."
Binal swallowed, looked at her husband. "Okay."
"Touch them Rajiv. I want you hand to touch them," Aiko almost pleaded.
He looked hesitantly at his wife, then fondled Aiko's breasts.
"Fair is fair," Gerald said. "Your turn, Binal."
She unbuttoned her blouse.
"Come to me," Gerald said.
She did. He pulled the blouse wider so that her beautiful golden orbs spilled out. He cupped them. They were warm, full and soft.
"Put your hand on my thigh," they heard Aiko say to Rajiv.
He tentatively placed his hand just above her knee.
"Feek the inside of my thigh," she ordered. "Move your hand up."
He was nervous but complied. As he approached her pussy he hesitated.
"Keep going," she commanded, "until you feel my wetness."
Binal and Gerald watched.
"Tell your wife what you feel," she said.
Rajiv looked at his wife. "She's very wet, my lotus flower, and she has no hair."
"Does the thought my husband touching your body make you wet too?" Aiko asked Binal.
"Yes," she squeaked.
"See if that's true, hon," she told Gerald.
Gerald's put his hand underneath her sari. He felt the moisture in her hairy nest. "She's wet," he confirmed.
Aiko turned to Rajiv and Binal. "Do you want us to stop," she asked.
Rajiv's head swayed like a cobra. "No," he hissed.
Binal swallowed hard. "No," she said nervously. "It's just so new to me."
"To help you relax, we're going to give you a massage," Aiko said. "Please come with us. We've set up two captain's beds in the spare room to serve as massage tables."
"Any suggestions on how we could ease them into swinging?" Gerald asked.
"A seductive massage," she said. "It's really Wei-ling's idea. She said even a massage by an amateur can feel good if apply the right pressure. We'll just work on them and we'll learn soon enough what works and what doesn't."
"It's a good idea, Aiko, but I suggest something more before we even start a massage."
"Like what" she asked.
And then he told her.
"I haven't done anything like that before," she said.
"That's right," he said, "but that's what I want you to do."
"It's not my usual style," she said.
"I insist you do what I want you to do," he repeated.
"You're the boss," she said as she felt her body tingle and the moisture formed at the opening of her crevice.
* * *
The much-anticipated Saturday finally arrived. The Indian couple brought some Indian dishes with them. Aiko prepared some sushi and sashimi. Gerald grilled meat and vegetables on the barbecue.
By the time he was finished, the late-summer sun was already setting and the temperature outside dropping. Gerald noticed that the Indian couple looked uncomfortable. They were not used to anything but tropical temperatures.
"Let's go inside," Gerald suggested. "Aiko should have the dinner table ready by now. Nights tend to get nippy at this time of year."
Aiko had changed clothes while the other three were outside. She wore her skimpy loose-fitting red frock. She wore no bra. The dress revealed her cleavage to good effect. It barely concealed her nipples. What their guests did not notice, at least not at first, was that she wore no panties. Her arms, feet and legs were bare. Gerald wanted her to take the initiative in seducing this couple. Like her little black dress, the more it hid the more it seemed to show.
To ensure privacy, Gerald closed the curtains. The dinner, wine and deserts followed. While the food and drinks were normal, the dinner service proved to be quite unusual. Aiko's role was to fetch the food from the kitchen so that she could show herself off and then serve it. When she put food on Rajiv's plate, she stooped just enough to allow Rajiv and Binal an unobstructed view of her breasts.
Rajiv stared at the display.
"Don't stare, it's rude," she said to her husband.
"No it's not," Aiko countered. "I want him to stare at them. When he looks, it makes my nipples hard and tingly."
Binal swallowed, looked at her husband. "Okay."
"Touch them Rajiv. I want you hand to touch them," Aiko almost pleaded.
He looked hesitantly at his wife, then fondled Aiko's breasts.
"Fair is fair," Gerald said. "Your turn, Binal."
She unbuttoned her blouse.
"Come to me," Gerald said.
She did. He pulled the blouse wider so that her beautiful golden orbs spilled out. He cupped them. They were warm, full and soft.
"Put your hand on my thigh," they heard Aiko say to Rajiv.
He tentatively placed his hand just above her knee.
"Feek the inside of my thigh," she ordered. "Move your hand up."
He was nervous but complied. As he approached her pussy he hesitated.
"Keep going," she commanded, "until you feel my wetness."
Binal and Gerald watched.
"Tell your wife what you feel," she said.
Rajiv looked at his wife. "She's very wet, my lotus flower, and she has no hair."
"Does the thought my husband touching your body make you wet too?" Aiko asked Binal.
"Yes," she squeaked.
"See if that's true, hon," she told Gerald.
Gerald's put his hand underneath her sari. He felt the moisture in her hairy nest. "She's wet," he confirmed.
Aiko turned to Rajiv and Binal. "Do you want us to stop," she asked.
Rajiv's head swayed like a cobra. "No," he hissed.
Binal swallowed hard. "No," she said nervously. "It's just so new to me."
"To help you relax, we're going to give you a massage," Aiko said. "Please come with us. We've set up two captain's beds in the spare room to serve as massage tables."
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