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Lifestyle and Wife Swapping Club

Scene 4: The First Soft Swap

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The question hung in the air, charged and intoxicating. Riya’s offer was the physical invitation they had been anticipating and dreading.

Amit felt his throat tighten. The academic fascination had just slammed into the reality of a physical act. He glanced at Neha, whose eyes were gleaming, her lips parted slightly. The big flirt in her was finally finding an audience.

Amit: (Voice tight, a mixture of fear and desire) "A kiss? I... I don't know, Riya. We said we'd just observe." Amit: "Ek kiss? Mujhe... mujhe nahi pata, Riya. Humne kaha tha ki hum sirf dekhenge."

Neha: (She placed her hand on Amit's arm, her eyes never leaving Riya's face. The scent of sandalwood and subtle musk was overwhelming her) "Amit, darling, look around. We've been dry and dusty for years. It's just a kiss. A friendly, no-pressure kiss. We set the boundary right here, right now. No more, unless we both say yes." Neha: "Amit, mere pyare, aas-paas dekho. Hum saalon se sookhe pade hain. Yeh toh sirf ek kiss hai. Ek friendly, no-pressure kiss. Hum boundary abhi, yahin par set karte hain. Aur kuch nahi, jab tak hum dono haan nahi kehte."

Rohan: (He steps forward, an easy, non-threatening smile on his face, extending his hand to Amit) "Riya means it, Amit. No pressure. This isn't a performance; it’s just about exploring the feeling. You can stop her anytime, with a word, a look, or a gentle push. Trust us. And trust your wife." Rohan: "Riya sach keh rahi hai, Amit. Koi pressure nahi hai. Yeh koi performance nahi hai; yeh bas ehsaas explore karna hai. Tum usko kabhi bhi rok sakte ho, ek shabd se, ek nazar se, ya ek halke dhakke se. Hum par bharosa karo. Aur apni biwi par."

Amit: (He looks at Rohan, then back at Neha. The truth in Neha's words—dry and dusty for years—hit him hard. He gave a sharp, nervous nod) "Okay. Okay, a kiss. That's all. We stay in this space." Amit: "Theek hai. Theek hai, ek kiss. Bas itna hi. Hum isi jagah par rahenge."

Neha: (She squeezed his arm, a triumphant, yet grateful, look in her eyes) "Thank you." Neha: "Shukriya."

Riya: "Fantastic." (She moves closer to Amit, her eyes warm and direct, her scent a pleasant jasmine) "Hi, Amit. Nice to officially meet you." Riya: "Bahut badhiya." (Amit ke paas aati hai) "Hi, Amit. Aapse officially milkar achha laga."
She leaned in slowly. Amit, momentarily paralyzed, allowed it. Her lips were soft and lingered for a count of three. It was a sensual kiss, but not overtly sexual—a sophisticated invitation. When she pulled back, Amit's cheeks were flushed.

Riya: "See? You’re still standing. The world hasn't ended." Riya: "Dekha? Tum abhi bhi khade ho. Duniya khatam nahi hui."

Neha: (She watched the entire exchange, her breath held. Her big lactating breasts felt heavy, and she felt a tingling sensation deep between her legs. Now it was her turn. She turned to Rohan, a look of unconstrained desire flashing across her face. Her voice was breathy) "Hello, Rohan. I think it’s my turn to meet you." Neha: "Hello, Rohan. Mujhe lagta hai ab meri baari hai aapse milne ki."

Rohan: (He smiles, a hint of something deeper in his eyes) "The pleasure is all mine, Neha." Rohan: "Khushi poori tarah se meri hai, Neha."
Rohan was taller than Amit, and when he leaned down, the air between them crackled. His kiss was immediately deeper than Riya's, more demanding. Neha responded instantly, melting into him, her hands finding his neck. Amit watched them, not with anger, but with a strange, intense mixture of jealousy and arousal. His slim big dick was now fully hard beneath his trousers.
Rohan broke the kiss, a slight smile on his face, his thumb gently tracing Neha’s lower lip.

Rohan: "You're a very passionate woman, Neha. It’s wonderful." Rohan: "Aap bahut passionate aurat hain, Neha. Yeh adbhut hai."

Neha: (She looks past Rohan, her eyes locked onto Amit, who was watching her with an intensity she hadn’t seen since their honeymoon. She felt utterly seen by her husband, paradoxically, through the eyes of another man) "Amit? Are you... are you okay?" Neha: "Amit? Kya tum... kya tum theek ho?"

Amit: (He finally moved, taking a shuddering breath. He adjusted his stance, then took two steps, pulling Neha and Rohan slightly apart, and his eyes met Rohan's, a gesture of claiming) "We're okay. We're going to stay a little longer. Neha... let's get another drink." Amit: "Hum theek hain. Hum thodi der aur rukenge. Neha... chalo ek aur drink lete hain."
The exchange had broken the inertia. The taboo was crossed, not with destruction, but with a strange, electrifying connection between the husband and wife. The loneliness had finally cracked open, revealing a tense, vibrant energy underneath.