24-10-2025, 04:08 PM
Lifestyle and Wife Swapping Club
Scene 6: Parallel Play
The room was vast, yet felt instantly intimate. It was dimly lit, bathed in a deep red glow from recessed floor lighting. Several plush, oversized beds and couches were arranged across the space, separated by sheer, crimson curtains. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of musk, sweat, and shared desire.
In one corner, partially concealed, Riya was kneeling on a couch, focused entirely on Rohan, who was lying back, his eyes closed in pleasure. They were fully engaged in Soft Swap, their clothes pushed aside.
Amit and Neha stood just inside the door, the sound of soft moans and rhythmic breathing the only soundtrack.
Neha: (Whispering, her voice tight with anticipation) "We're really doing this. They can... they can see us, Amit." Neha: "Hum sach mein yeh kar rahe hain. Woh hamein... woh hamein dekh sakte hain, Amit."
Amit: (He pulled her further into the room, towards an unoccupied daybed dbangd with black velvet) "Let them. They’re busy. We’re busy. Remember the rule: Parallel Play. We are here for us." Amit: "Dekhne do. Woh busy hain. Hum busy hain. Rule yaad hai: Parallel Play. Hum yahan apne liye hain."
He pushed her gently onto the velvet cushions and immediately knelt between her legs. His eyes were glued to hers, the intense focus she craved finally back.
Neha: (She reached for his face, running her hands through his dark hair) "You’re so hard, Amit. I can feel your big dick pressing through your pants. Why the sudden rush?" Neha: "Tum itne hard ho, Amit. Main tumhara bada lund tumhari pant se feel kar sakti hoon. Itni jaldi kyun hai?"
Amit: (He ripped open his shirt buttons, his hands shaking slightly) "Because I watched another man kiss you. Because I heard you say you liked it. That feeling... it made me want to claim you. Now. I want to be inside you while the air is still thick with this forbidden feeling." Amit: "Kyunki maine doosre aadmi ko tumhe kiss karte hue dekha. Kyunki maine tumhe kehte hue suna ki tumhe woh achha laga. Woh ehsaas... usne mujhe tumhe claim karne par majboor kar diya. Abhi. Main is mana ki hui feeling se bhari hawa mein tumhare andar rehna chahta hoon."
He quickly unzipped her dress, pulling it down, exposing her magnificent chest. Her big lactating breasts (34G) were pale in the red light, the nipples already engorged and dark.
Neha: (A sharp intake of breath as his mouth found her neck, then one of her breasts, drawing on her nipple fiercely) "Ah, Amit! Yes! Don't stop. I'm so horny for you right now, more than I've been in years. Do you see them? Are they watching?" Neha: "Ah, Amit! Haan! Ruko mat. Main tumhare liye itni horny hoon abhi, jitni saalon mein nahi hui. Kya tum unhein dekh rahe ho? Kya woh dekh rahe hain?"
Amit: (He looked up briefly, his eyes meeting the partial outline of Rohan's head over the curtain. He paused, then pushed the moment away, focusing back on Neha) "I don't care. Let them watch us. I’m going to make you forget they exist." Amit: "Mujhe farak nahi padta. Unhein hamein dekhne do. Main tumhe bhula dunga ki woh yahan hain."
He stripped quickly and mounted her, his big dick finding its familiar, yet now explosively urgent, home. Neha cried out, a sound that was immediately absorbed by the muffled acoustics of the room.
Neha: (Wrapping her legs around his waist, arching her back) "Hurt me, Amit. Don't be gentle. Give me back all the passion we lost in that Gurgaon apartment!" Neha: "Mujhe dard do, Amit. Naram mat bano. Humne woh Gurgaon apartment mein jitna passion kho diya tha, sab wapas do!"
Amit: (His movements were raw, primal, fueled by the complex mix of jealousy and arousal. He leaned down, his voice a guttural whisper) "This is mine, Neha. You are mine. Don't ever forget that. This is what we needed." Amit: "Yeh mera hai, Neha. Tum meri ho. Yeh kabhi mat bhoolna. Humein isi ki zaroorat thi.
Their rhythm became frantic and desperate, a loud, undeniable proof of life in their dead-end marriage. In the hazy red light, surrounded by other couples exploring their own definitions of intimacy, Amit and Neha were finally and completely alone—together.
Scene 6: Parallel Play
The room was vast, yet felt instantly intimate. It was dimly lit, bathed in a deep red glow from recessed floor lighting. Several plush, oversized beds and couches were arranged across the space, separated by sheer, crimson curtains. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of musk, sweat, and shared desire.
In one corner, partially concealed, Riya was kneeling on a couch, focused entirely on Rohan, who was lying back, his eyes closed in pleasure. They were fully engaged in Soft Swap, their clothes pushed aside.
Amit and Neha stood just inside the door, the sound of soft moans and rhythmic breathing the only soundtrack.
Neha: (Whispering, her voice tight with anticipation) "We're really doing this. They can... they can see us, Amit." Neha: "Hum sach mein yeh kar rahe hain. Woh hamein... woh hamein dekh sakte hain, Amit."
Amit: (He pulled her further into the room, towards an unoccupied daybed dbangd with black velvet) "Let them. They’re busy. We’re busy. Remember the rule: Parallel Play. We are here for us." Amit: "Dekhne do. Woh busy hain. Hum busy hain. Rule yaad hai: Parallel Play. Hum yahan apne liye hain."
He pushed her gently onto the velvet cushions and immediately knelt between her legs. His eyes were glued to hers, the intense focus she craved finally back.
Neha: (She reached for his face, running her hands through his dark hair) "You’re so hard, Amit. I can feel your big dick pressing through your pants. Why the sudden rush?" Neha: "Tum itne hard ho, Amit. Main tumhara bada lund tumhari pant se feel kar sakti hoon. Itni jaldi kyun hai?"
Amit: (He ripped open his shirt buttons, his hands shaking slightly) "Because I watched another man kiss you. Because I heard you say you liked it. That feeling... it made me want to claim you. Now. I want to be inside you while the air is still thick with this forbidden feeling." Amit: "Kyunki maine doosre aadmi ko tumhe kiss karte hue dekha. Kyunki maine tumhe kehte hue suna ki tumhe woh achha laga. Woh ehsaas... usne mujhe tumhe claim karne par majboor kar diya. Abhi. Main is mana ki hui feeling se bhari hawa mein tumhare andar rehna chahta hoon."
He quickly unzipped her dress, pulling it down, exposing her magnificent chest. Her big lactating breasts (34G) were pale in the red light, the nipples already engorged and dark.
Neha: (A sharp intake of breath as his mouth found her neck, then one of her breasts, drawing on her nipple fiercely) "Ah, Amit! Yes! Don't stop. I'm so horny for you right now, more than I've been in years. Do you see them? Are they watching?" Neha: "Ah, Amit! Haan! Ruko mat. Main tumhare liye itni horny hoon abhi, jitni saalon mein nahi hui. Kya tum unhein dekh rahe ho? Kya woh dekh rahe hain?"
Amit: (He looked up briefly, his eyes meeting the partial outline of Rohan's head over the curtain. He paused, then pushed the moment away, focusing back on Neha) "I don't care. Let them watch us. I’m going to make you forget they exist." Amit: "Mujhe farak nahi padta. Unhein hamein dekhne do. Main tumhe bhula dunga ki woh yahan hain."
He stripped quickly and mounted her, his big dick finding its familiar, yet now explosively urgent, home. Neha cried out, a sound that was immediately absorbed by the muffled acoustics of the room.
Neha: (Wrapping her legs around his waist, arching her back) "Hurt me, Amit. Don't be gentle. Give me back all the passion we lost in that Gurgaon apartment!" Neha: "Mujhe dard do, Amit. Naram mat bano. Humne woh Gurgaon apartment mein jitna passion kho diya tha, sab wapas do!"
Amit: (His movements were raw, primal, fueled by the complex mix of jealousy and arousal. He leaned down, his voice a guttural whisper) "This is mine, Neha. You are mine. Don't ever forget that. This is what we needed." Amit: "Yeh mera hai, Neha. Tum meri ho. Yeh kabhi mat bhoolna. Humein isi ki zaroorat thi.
Their rhythm became frantic and desperate, a loud, undeniable proof of life in their dead-end marriage. In the hazy red light, surrounded by other couples exploring their own definitions of intimacy, Amit and Neha were finally and completely alone—together.
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