"May I guess?"
"Of course, but I don't want to know." Sheila left for some household chores and David smiled wryly as he watched her departing. The girls had not only written the story and the script, but were directing the play they were to act in.
* * *
It was the Monday. After a light supper Sheila and David got into their car. Adventure time was upon them.
The door opened and the smiling friendly faces of the Americans were reassuring to both; David was not feeling too comfortable either.
Betty was small, chic as they say, with dark hair. She was pretty. Larry's build was average by Indian standards, but probably small for an American. Introductions were soon over and they sat across the table sipping excellent South Indian coffee from tiny cups. This was a good conversation starter. The couple it seemed had fallen in love with the local filter coffee and now drink nothing else.
The conversation went on to the inevitable one of Madras traffic. When David and Larry were comparing notes Betty called Sheila away. They came back soon after.
"I think it's time to change," said Betty. Betty led Sheila and David to a side room. David changed to his lungi with body bare. Sheila wore a loose T-shirt that came up to her knees with nothing underneath. She viewed herself in the mirror. She did look attractive. Loose it was, but the shirt seemed to accentuate the size of her magnificent breasts rather than hide it.
"What is the plan?" he asked.
"None at all. We know what we have come for, and we do what we feel like doing. We allow events to develop. It may stop with kissing, or it may go on to fondling, or it may go all the way. They are prepared for anything. They understand that what they are asking of us is something extraordinary. Betty said that we only do what we are totally willing to do. That is the understanding. If we are hot and we do like privacy to continue we can move to the bedroom and bolt the door,"
They left for the scene of action.
There were not cots in the room, only carpets on the floor and bolsters. On a corner table there was a microwave oven, coffee filter with decoction, a jar of milk, sugar and tiny cups. Shiela wondered if the cups were from a child's toy set. As the room was only 10 feet square the bolsters were close to each other. Shiela and David sat on the bolster in one corner and the hosts on the other. For Westerners who had been in India for scarcely six months they squatted like natives. Betty wore a shirt similar to Sheila's. It was so thin that it was almost a see through. She had only one of the lower buttons on.
"Some coffee?" she asked and with David and Shiela agreeing she mixed coffee and poured into the two tiny cups and placed it in front of the her guests. She had to bend low, and her breasts seemed to acquire a will of their own for they brushed the shirt flaps aside and made for the open. Betty did not seem to mind, which considering the agenda of the day was not surprising. David instinctively averted his eyes, but Shiela nudged, and David first slyly, and then quite boldly directed his eyes at the beasts that were, for one of Betty's size, large and shapely. David who considered himself a connoisseur of female breasts approved. He had never before seen a white woman's breasts and the cherry pinkness of the nipple impressed him most. It was then that he noticed that Shiela had also done up only one of her shirt buttons as if by previous arrangement, but she, out of modesty, was pulling the shirt this way and that to keep her breasts covered. Hers were much larger than Betty's. 'How long can you be doing that?' asked David to himself.
After pouring the coffee Betty went to her husband and sat in front of him and he invitingly spread his legs to make room for her. He wrapped his arms round her body and cupped her breasts, and she snuggled closer to him. He kissed her gently on one ear and then on the other, and Betty sensuously moved her head this way and that. She twisted her body too, and her skirt climbed up to mid-thighs, and then went all the way to her waist exposing her totally. Slowly and deliberately Betty pulled her skirt down and rolled over to face her husband. They hugged and kissed and the skirt was again awry now exposing her glassy smooth bottom. Shiela snuggled closer to David. They were heating to melting point.
"Some more coffee? Shiela is good at it," said David and his hosts said they were eager to taste Madras coffee prepared by a native.
Shiela mixed the coffee in two cups and brought them on a tray. When she bent to place the tray down both her breasts hung down like mangoes. Then happened an event that well and truly broke the ice. Sheila was squatting with knees bent, bearing her weight on her forefeet. It was a delicate posture, and she unbalanced and fell backwards. Her legs were spread and feet were in the air. And there she lay facing her hosts fully exposed. She was making desperate attempts to get up when David came to her 'rescue'. He held her by the waist and hugged her and kissed her without any attempt to cover her, and his wife did not mind it one bit. They were hugging and kissing and soon David with one flip whisked off her shirt and was on top of her. He undressed and entered her and she responded. They had orgasms in waves. They lay exhausted. They were so hot that they were unaware of their friends seated across not many feet away watching them with eyes wide open.
It was the Wheatlys turn. The David-Shiela show had done the trick for Larry. They were not for foreplay. For them it was hammering the iron when it's hot. He was on top of Betty and she was holding his hips in a tight embrace with her feet entwined. They were moving to and fro rhythmically working towards a climax. They had an orgasm, and then she had a second. Later she was to say that it was the first time that she had had two.
They lay on the carpet pleasantly exhausted each in their own corner. They were silent for Sheila in her shyness and embarrassment did not contemplate even eye contact with her friend. She lay hugging her husband in a tight embrace and tingling all over with a sensation that was indescribable.
"I need to wash," she said. She got up taking the T-shirt, but David pulled it from her. She shook her head coquettishly but did not persist. She boldly walked to the toilet clad as Eve. Betty took the cue from her and later did the same. They lay, all four of them in the nude, chatting. Soon, like nudists, they were comfortable in their nakedness.
The clock stuck twelve. It was pumpkin time as Betty termed it. They washed and changed.
Betty embraced Sheila at the door.
"I must thank both of you for understanding our needs and doing so much that Larry and I succeeded beyond our dreams. It has been the most beautiful day in my life," she said. They promised to meet once a month, but this first one was to be the last. Sheila was unwell and soon she knew why. She was with child. The very next day Betty said she was feeling queasy too, and Sheila from the symptoms, diagnosed it as a pregnancy. The doctor soon confirmed it.
"Remarkable, isn't it David that both of us should become pregnant," said Sheila. David had done some study on this phenomenon. He was able to explain.
"Any emotion, be it fear, or pleasure or anxiety that is deeply felt during intercourse increases the chances of pregnancy," he said. "A coolie woman already with a large family is in great fear of another pregnancy when she sleeps with her husband. This increases the chances of pregnancy. That's why our poor have large families. Fear and loathing increases the chances of pregnancy in rape. In early honeymoon the chances of pregnancy are great because of happiness. We performed in a state of great excitement and so apparently had the Wheatlys."
"For us yes, but this is not new for the Wheatlys," said Shiela.
"Shiela, modesty should not stand in our way of accepting that ours was a super show the like of which they could not possibly have witnessed. When you unbalanced and fell backwards I caught you and there and then we had it. The distance and the angle were just right for them to see our strategic parts in the minutest detail. It was sex in the raw. An explosion was inevitable.
"This must be an excellent way to help childless couples. We will name it partnership sex," said Sheila giggling.
"Good idea. You must tell others how you became pregnant," said David with a wry smile. Sheila tapped him on the head.
"Don't be too sure, master, I may." She may too. Considering the daring with which she had worked out this scheme she was fully capable of starting a crusade for partnership sex.
The Wheatlys soon left for home. Both couples had girls. Little Sheila in Baltimore and little Betty in Madras have not met yet. Their parents want them to meet soon for two good reasons—one is too obvious to need mention, the other, they do not want their little ones to be lonely only children of the family.
