Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

Ashok stands at the luggage carousel at IGI airport waiting for his luggage. 

The last week in Bangkok have been exhausting. Mostly, the last day when he’s had to break up with his longtime girlfriend Samantha, probably not her real name anyway, but whatever. He closes his eyes and for a moment dwells on their last night together. Her sweaty tits, bouncing over him, head thrown back in ecstasy. His hands on her tits, squeezing, kneading. Himself, deep inside her. 


He shakes his head. It’s over.

Ashok has always been a firm believer in spice being the plural of spouse, and what’s life if there isn’t any spice in it? So, following the long credo of all respectable sailors, he has a girl in every port. 

He has been careful not to have a family in every port, though. Just a girl. And over the last ten, fifteen years, the girls have been changed as they became more clingy or wanted more than what he could give them. It wasn’t money, even though he paid them well and supported their sometimes extravagant lifestyles. It was usually how much of him they wanted. His time, his attention and so on.

Over the last year or so, he has noticed how far he has drifted from Swati, and he has started longing for the times they had when they were newly married. He has divested himself of most of his girlfriends, broken up with them, paid them off, whatever it took. 

He reflects on the week he and Swati spent together in the resort. It has been a couple of months since then, but he remembers it well. The nights and evenings of togetherness are really what he wants, not this hectic day in, day out of work, dealmaking, and on his part, serial cheating. 

Ashok remembers one evening very well. He had gone golfing in the morning after a night of drinking with his new buddy Abhinav, and while he’d had a splitting headache in the morning, the fresh air and exercise have cleared his head. Swati and Menaka, Abhinav’s wife were supposed to spend the day together in the spa, and later perhaps shopping. 

Later in the evening, after a nice dinner, the four of them had been sitting in their balcony enjoying some wine and the fresh breeze that wafted in over the green expanse. Something like this, even money couldn’t buy in Delhi or Gurugram.

Swati had wanted to turn in early, so after a couple of glasses of wine, their new friends had departed. 

Ashok had been surprised by the ferocity with which Swati attacked him as soon as he entered his bed. It was as though she was a lioness, lying in wait for him. She was naked and wet and ready. He was delighted, but still couldn’t help wondering what had gotten into her to provoke such a reaction. 

That night, he had been able to rise to the occasion twice, with a little chemical help of course, but who notices things like that? He thinks she must’ve had at least three orgasms, something that has not been common for a long time. 

Not only had they had a good time together, but they’d made new friends there. He and Abhinav had hit it off, almost like long-lost brothers. And his wife Menaka was hot. Ashok might have made a play for her in his younger days, but he has mellowed now, and doesn’t want to make the effort.

And now, he decides, he is going to take a couple of months and shed all his other liaisons, and focus on family, his wife, and their son, Dhruv. 

His mind settles for a few minutes on his son. The boy was getting bigger. Soon, in February he would turn six and a few months later he would be going to college. Wow! How time flies. 

His mind goes back to Swati. When was the last time he bought her any jewelry? Dang! He really has to think about that. Was it the diamond necklace the year Dhruv had turned one? but after that it’s all a blank. Swati will be turning thirty-one soon. Something appropriate might be in order. 

Their life too has become too hectic. She is so busy with her work and he with his. 

In another year or two, he thinks, his position in the company will become unassailable and then he able to work less, spend more time with the family. Perhaps time for one more child? Dhruv should have a brother. Or sister. The process could be enjoyable. 

And that brings him full circle to their sex life and to their new friends Abhinav and Menaka. 

Abhi, as he likes to be called, had hinted at something like an open marriage. What does that mean? Does it mean swapping or threesomes or moresomes? 

He has always known there is an active alternative lifestyle, swingers groups and the like in Delhi, just not found the right guys. Hmm. Something that might be explored. 

He wonders if Swati will go for that kind of thing. He has no idea.