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Lifestyle and Wife Swapping Club

Scene 5: The Escalation

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The kiss was the trigger. Amit and Neha stood by the bar, the initial shock replaced by a high-voltage, mutual awareness. They held their fresh drinks, but neither tasted them. All their attention was fixed on each other, a silent conversation running underneath the hum of the lounge.

Amit: (Lowering his voice, his eyes dark and intense) "You liked that. I could see it. You melted into him, Neha." Amit: "Tumhe woh pasand aaya. Main dekh sakta tha. Tum usmein pighal gayi thi, Neha."

Neha: (She leaned into him, her hand gripping his arm. Her breathing was shallow. Her big lactating breasts pressed against his sleeve) "And you watched, Amit. I saw you. Your big dick is pressing against your trousers right now. You haven't looked at me like that since we were dating. It's... it's exciting to be wanted by another man, knowing you are watching." Neha: "Aur tumne dekha, Amit. Maine dekha. Tumhara bada lund abhi tumhari pant se daba hua hai. Tumne mujhe aise tab se nahi dekha jab se hum date kar rahe the. Yeh... yeh uttezit karta hai ki koi doosra aadmi mujhe chahta hai, aur tum dekh rahe ho."

Amit: "It's insane. It feels wrong, but I... I feel alive. Like I've been holding my breath for eight years." Amit: "Yeh pagalpan hai. Galat lagta hai, par main... main zinda mehsoos kar raha hoon. Jaise main aath saal se saans rok kar rakha tha."

Neha: "Me too. Look, Riya and Rohan are moving towards the Dark Room. That's where they do the Soft Swap and Parallel Play privately, away from the main socializing." Neha: "Main bhi. Dekho, Riya aur Rohan Dark Room ki taraf ja rahe hain. Wahin woh Soft Swap aur Parallel Play akele mein karte hain, main socializing se door."

Amit: (His gaze followed Riya’s swaying figure. He saw Rohan whisper something in her ear and she giggled) "Do you want to follow them? Are you even suggesting that?" Amit: "Kya tum unka peecha karna chahti ho? Kya tum sach mein yeh bol rahi ho?"

Neha: "I don't know what I want. But I know I don't want to go back to our silent apartment tonight. We agreed on no pressure. But we also agreed to explore. Aarav said the Dark Room is for couples to be intimate with each other while sharing the space with others. It's Parallel Play." Neha: "Mujhe nahi pata main kya chahti hoon. Par mujhe pata hai ki main aaj raat apne shaant apartment mein wapas nahi jaana chahti. Humne no pressure par agree kiya tha. Par humne explore karne par bhi agree kiya tha. Aarav ne kaha ki Dark Room couples ke liye hai ki woh ek doosre ke saath intimate ho jab woh doosron ke saath jagah share kar rahe hon. Yeh Parallel Play hai."

Amit: (He finishes his drink in one gulp. He looks at her, the final wall of his corporate conditioning crumbling) "If we go in there, we are crossing a line, Neha. This is past curiosity." Amit: "Agar hum wahan andar gaye, toh hum ek hadd paar kar rahe hain, Neha. Yeh curiosity se aage hai."

Neha: "The line was crossed when we started talking about it, Amit. When you watched me kiss Rohan. Let's just go to the door. We look. If it's too much, we turn around. Deal?" Neha: "Hadd tab paar ho gayi thi jab humne iske baare mein baat karna shuru kiya tha, Amit. Jab tumne mujhe Rohan ko kiss karte hue dekha. Chalo bas darwaze tak chalte hain. Hum dekhte hain. Agar zyada laga, toh hum wapas aa jayenge. Deal?"

Amit: (He takes her hand, his grip surprisingly firm, pulling her through the crowd) "Deal. But if we go in, I’m going to make love to you, Neha. Right there. I need you to focus on me." Amit: "Deal. Par agar hum andar gaye, toh main tumhare saath pyaar karunga, Neha. Bilkul wahin. Mujhe tumhara focus sirf mujh par chahiye."

Neha: (Her eyes shine with heat and relief. The thought of their long-dormant intimacy exploding in a new environment was overwhelming) "I’ll always focus on you, Amit. Just... let me feel wanted for a little while." Neha: "Mera focus hamesha tum par rahega, Amit. Bas... mujhe thodi der ke liye wanted mehsoos karne do."
They walked toward the heavy, dark oak door marked "The Quiet Corner." Amit paused, his hand hovering over the handle, glancing at the glittering Gurgaon skyline outside the window, then back at Neha's flushed, expectant face.

Amit: "No turning back, Neha." Amit: "Wapas mudna nahi hai, Neha."

Neha: "Good." Neha: "Achha hai."
He pushed the door open, and they stepped into the low, intimate light.