24-10-2025, 04:22 PM
Lifestyle and Wife Swapping Club
Scene 10: The Soft Swap Night with Riya and Rohan
The second event was held at a sprawling farmhouse villa on the outskirts of Gurgaon. It felt more like a destination party than a secretive meeting. Music pulsed across the lawn where couples danced, and the energy was casual, confident, and free.
Amit and Neha stood by a fire pit, sipping sparkling wine. They had spent the entire week reinforcing their four rules.
Neha: (She leaned into him, her hand tucked securely around his waist) "I keep watching Riya. She’s laughing with some friends. She looks so relaxed. Do you think she's nervous about tonight?" Neha: "Main Riya ko dekhti rehti hoon. Woh kuch doston ke saath hans rahi hai. Woh kitni relaxed lag rahi hai. Kya tumhein lagta hai ki woh aaj raat ke baare mein nervous hai?"
Amit: "Probably not as much as I am. I feel like a teenager on a first date, Neha. Except my wife is the prize, and I'm sharing the viewing rights. Rohan is much calmer. He keeps glancing over, just checking the Signal." Amit: "Shayad utna nahi jitna main hoon. Main ek first date par aaye teenager jaisa mehsoos kar raha hoon, Neha. Siwaye iske ki meri biwi prize hai, aur main viewing rights share kar raha hoon. Rohan bahut shant hai. Woh baar baar idhar dekh raha hai, bas Signal check kar raha hai."
Rohan and Riya finally walked over, their smiles genuine and welcoming.
Rohan: "Amit, Neha. You look great. Are we still on for the Soft Swap later? No pressure at all, but the Quiet Corner is open, and we’re ready when you are." Rohan: "Amit, Neha. Tum bahut achhe lag rahe ho. Kya hum baad mein Soft Swap ke liye tyaar hain? Bilkul koi pressure nahi hai, lekin Quiet Corner khula hai, aur jab tum tyaar ho tab hum tyaar hain."
Neha: "We are. We spent the week finalizing our rules. We’re restricting it to heavy petting and oral sex. No Full Swap tonight. Is that comfortable for you both?" Neha: "Hum hain. Humne poora hafta apne rules ko final karne mein lagaya. Hum isko heavy petting aur oral sex tak seemit rakh rahe hain. Aaj raat Full Swap nahi. Kya yeh aap dono ke liye theek hai?"
Riya: (She touched Neha’s arm warmly) "Perfectly comfortable. Consent is the highest form of respect here. We respect your boundaries completely. Shall we head over then?" Riya: "Poori tarah se theek hai. Yahan consent sabse bada samman hai. Hum tumhari boundaries ka poora samman karte hain. Toh kya hum chalte hain?"
The four of them walked into the familiar red glow of the Quiet Corner. They chose two separate daybeds, placing them close enough for all four to maintain visual contact.
The scene began with the easy, natural intimacy of two long-married couples. Rohan was instantly focused on Neha, his hands finding her waist and then moving to the exposed curve of her big lactating breasts (34G).
Neha: (A soft moan escaped her as Rohan’s fingers expertly traced the swell of her chest) "Oh, that’s... that’s right where I needed it. Amit, are you watching? Do you see how gentle he is?" Neha: "Oh, yeh... yeh bilkul wahin hai jahan mujhe iski zaroorat thi. Amit, kya tum dekh rahe ho? Kya tum dekh rahe ho ki woh kitna naram hai?"
Amit was already deeply engaged with Riya, who had started kissing him with a fierce, demanding passion. He felt the rush of being desired by a new woman, but every physical sensation was filtered through his awareness of Neha watching.
Riya: (Pulling back just an inch, her breath hot) "I love your intensity, Amit. You're so focused. Let me help you relax." She then slid down, confidently unzipping his trousers. Riya: "Mujhe tumhari intensity bahut pasand hai, Amit. Tum bahut focused ho. Mujhe tumhe relax karne do."
Amit: (He looked straight at Neha, who was now closing her eyes, clearly lost in the touch of Rohan on her breasts. He felt a moment of pure, raw voyeuristic power. He whispered) "Neha! I'm about to cross our boundary. Do you confirm 'Oral'?" Amit: "Neha! Main apni boundary paar karne wala hoon. Kya tum 'Oral' confirm karti ho?"
Neha: (Her eyes snapped open, locking onto Riya's head as it disappeared below Amit’s waist. A gasp escaped her, not of pain, but of powerful, vicarious arousal) "Yes! Go! But keep looking at me, Amit. Don't forget who brought you here!" Neha: "Haan! Jaao! Par meri taraf dekhte rehna, Amit. Yeh mat bhoolna ki tumhe yahan kaun laya hai!"
Rohan, meanwhile, had paused his caress of Neha’s breasts to kiss her mouth, a deep, sensual kiss that bordered on the line they had set. Neha, fueled by watching Riya's act of devotion to Amit, responded with abandon.
Neha: (She pulled Rohan’s head down and whispered, her voice husky) "Thank you for making him see me again. Now, tell me, how do they feel? My lactating breasts... are they the biggest you’ve ever touched?" Neha: "Shukriya ki tumne usko mujhe phir se dikhaya. Ab, mujhe batao, woh kaise lagte hain? Mere doodh wale chhati... kya yeh sabse bade hain jinhein tumne kabhi chhua hai?"
Rohan: (He laughed softly, genuinely delighted by her open flirtation and passion) "They are spectacular, Neha. They feel like a gift. I can taste the power you have over Amit when I touch them." Rohan: "Woh shandaar hain, Neha. Woh ek gift ki tarah mehsoos hote hain. Jab main unhein chhoota hoon toh main tumhari Amit par power ko taste kar sakta hoon."
The room was filled with the sounds of their shared exploration. Amit felt a sudden, profound rush of self-discovery, the fear of exposure was gone, replaced by the liberation of pure transparency. He looked at his wife, being intimately explored by another man, and realized the ultimate thrill wasn't the novelty of Riya, but the profound, erotic trust he felt with Neha.
The line was blurring. They had sought physical freedom, but they were finding emotional intimacy instead.
Scene 10: The Soft Swap Night with Riya and Rohan
The second event was held at a sprawling farmhouse villa on the outskirts of Gurgaon. It felt more like a destination party than a secretive meeting. Music pulsed across the lawn where couples danced, and the energy was casual, confident, and free.
Amit and Neha stood by a fire pit, sipping sparkling wine. They had spent the entire week reinforcing their four rules.
Neha: (She leaned into him, her hand tucked securely around his waist) "I keep watching Riya. She’s laughing with some friends. She looks so relaxed. Do you think she's nervous about tonight?" Neha: "Main Riya ko dekhti rehti hoon. Woh kuch doston ke saath hans rahi hai. Woh kitni relaxed lag rahi hai. Kya tumhein lagta hai ki woh aaj raat ke baare mein nervous hai?"
Amit: "Probably not as much as I am. I feel like a teenager on a first date, Neha. Except my wife is the prize, and I'm sharing the viewing rights. Rohan is much calmer. He keeps glancing over, just checking the Signal." Amit: "Shayad utna nahi jitna main hoon. Main ek first date par aaye teenager jaisa mehsoos kar raha hoon, Neha. Siwaye iske ki meri biwi prize hai, aur main viewing rights share kar raha hoon. Rohan bahut shant hai. Woh baar baar idhar dekh raha hai, bas Signal check kar raha hai."
Rohan and Riya finally walked over, their smiles genuine and welcoming.
Rohan: "Amit, Neha. You look great. Are we still on for the Soft Swap later? No pressure at all, but the Quiet Corner is open, and we’re ready when you are." Rohan: "Amit, Neha. Tum bahut achhe lag rahe ho. Kya hum baad mein Soft Swap ke liye tyaar hain? Bilkul koi pressure nahi hai, lekin Quiet Corner khula hai, aur jab tum tyaar ho tab hum tyaar hain."
Neha: "We are. We spent the week finalizing our rules. We’re restricting it to heavy petting and oral sex. No Full Swap tonight. Is that comfortable for you both?" Neha: "Hum hain. Humne poora hafta apne rules ko final karne mein lagaya. Hum isko heavy petting aur oral sex tak seemit rakh rahe hain. Aaj raat Full Swap nahi. Kya yeh aap dono ke liye theek hai?"
Riya: (She touched Neha’s arm warmly) "Perfectly comfortable. Consent is the highest form of respect here. We respect your boundaries completely. Shall we head over then?" Riya: "Poori tarah se theek hai. Yahan consent sabse bada samman hai. Hum tumhari boundaries ka poora samman karte hain. Toh kya hum chalte hain?"
The four of them walked into the familiar red glow of the Quiet Corner. They chose two separate daybeds, placing them close enough for all four to maintain visual contact.
The scene began with the easy, natural intimacy of two long-married couples. Rohan was instantly focused on Neha, his hands finding her waist and then moving to the exposed curve of her big lactating breasts (34G).
Neha: (A soft moan escaped her as Rohan’s fingers expertly traced the swell of her chest) "Oh, that’s... that’s right where I needed it. Amit, are you watching? Do you see how gentle he is?" Neha: "Oh, yeh... yeh bilkul wahin hai jahan mujhe iski zaroorat thi. Amit, kya tum dekh rahe ho? Kya tum dekh rahe ho ki woh kitna naram hai?"
Amit was already deeply engaged with Riya, who had started kissing him with a fierce, demanding passion. He felt the rush of being desired by a new woman, but every physical sensation was filtered through his awareness of Neha watching.
Riya: (Pulling back just an inch, her breath hot) "I love your intensity, Amit. You're so focused. Let me help you relax." She then slid down, confidently unzipping his trousers. Riya: "Mujhe tumhari intensity bahut pasand hai, Amit. Tum bahut focused ho. Mujhe tumhe relax karne do."
Amit: (He looked straight at Neha, who was now closing her eyes, clearly lost in the touch of Rohan on her breasts. He felt a moment of pure, raw voyeuristic power. He whispered) "Neha! I'm about to cross our boundary. Do you confirm 'Oral'?" Amit: "Neha! Main apni boundary paar karne wala hoon. Kya tum 'Oral' confirm karti ho?"
Neha: (Her eyes snapped open, locking onto Riya's head as it disappeared below Amit’s waist. A gasp escaped her, not of pain, but of powerful, vicarious arousal) "Yes! Go! But keep looking at me, Amit. Don't forget who brought you here!" Neha: "Haan! Jaao! Par meri taraf dekhte rehna, Amit. Yeh mat bhoolna ki tumhe yahan kaun laya hai!"
Rohan, meanwhile, had paused his caress of Neha’s breasts to kiss her mouth, a deep, sensual kiss that bordered on the line they had set. Neha, fueled by watching Riya's act of devotion to Amit, responded with abandon.
Neha: (She pulled Rohan’s head down and whispered, her voice husky) "Thank you for making him see me again. Now, tell me, how do they feel? My lactating breasts... are they the biggest you’ve ever touched?" Neha: "Shukriya ki tumne usko mujhe phir se dikhaya. Ab, mujhe batao, woh kaise lagte hain? Mere doodh wale chhati... kya yeh sabse bade hain jinhein tumne kabhi chhua hai?"
Rohan: (He laughed softly, genuinely delighted by her open flirtation and passion) "They are spectacular, Neha. They feel like a gift. I can taste the power you have over Amit when I touch them." Rohan: "Woh shandaar hain, Neha. Woh ek gift ki tarah mehsoos hote hain. Jab main unhein chhoota hoon toh main tumhari Amit par power ko taste kar sakta hoon."
The room was filled with the sounds of their shared exploration. Amit felt a sudden, profound rush of self-discovery, the fear of exposure was gone, replaced by the liberation of pure transparency. He looked at his wife, being intimately explored by another man, and realized the ultimate thrill wasn't the novelty of Riya, but the profound, erotic trust he felt with Neha.
The line was blurring. They had sought physical freedom, but they were finding emotional intimacy instead.
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