The story of a young Indian couple swapping for the first time, and their mixed-faith partners. Partly based on a true story, shared with me by some friends. Will be released in multiple parts.
*1: In Love and Lust*
Elon's phone vibrated on his wooden desk, loud enough to briefly distract his colleagues from their computers. He picked it up and saw that Nadia had messaged him. After making sure his colleages were focused back on their screens, he opened Nadia's message: a selfshot of her in a red bikini.
A pang of lust shot through him. Even after being married for 2 years, Nadia still managed to turn him on. How could she not? She was a beautiful woman. Her thick, wavy dark brown hair falling on her fair shoulders and breasts. The red bikini contrasted well with her fair, lightly tanned, creamy Egyptian skin. Her bikini top was filled by her heavy DD breasts, which Elon had enjoyed thoroughly since their marriage, while her bikini bottom hugged her ample curves.
She knows how to turn me on
, Elon thought, as he checked the clock, counting down the seconds till he could leave work and head home to his gorgeous wife. His phone buzzed again, with another message from Nadia. "I bought this to take on our trip. What do you think?", she asked. He responded with an eggplant emoji as he felt his cock involuntary swell.
At their home, Nadia laughed as she saw her husband's text. She enjoyed teasing her husband. She knew she oozed sex appeal, and contrary to her more conservative upbringing, she enjoyed using it. She placed her phone down and resumed packing for their trip. Elon had been so busy with work since they got married, that this was their first trip as a couple. It was effectively their belated honeymoon, since their elopement.
Neither of their families had approved of the marriage. Elon's parents vehemently opposed the marriage. Not only was Nadia an Egyptian Muslim, but it was her second marriage. Of course, Elon's attraction to both Nadia's physical beauty and her open personality overruled any religious prohibition he had.
Nadia's first marriage, much to her family's chagrin, was to a swarthy Saudi. They had met in college, and Nadia was smitten. For some reason, she was always attracted to darker skinned men, and her first husband fit the bill. But after he had a nervous breakdown, they divorced. Eventually Nadia met Elon. Knowing that her family would disown her for marrying an Israeli Jew, they eloped. In contrast to her ex, Elon was essentially a pale, white Jew of European descent with light brown hair, but they were both deeply attracted to each other, in love and lust.
Nadia continued folding her clothes into the suitcase. Both her and Elon had looked forward to their trip to Goa for months. Some of Elon's friends from Israel had recommended it....nice beaches, palm trees, a vibrant party scene, all for a decent price. It was a long flight, from frigid New York, to the sunny shores of India, but it was all worth it for the week long excursion.
*2: A Marriage of Convenience*
Rohit leaned back into the couch and opened his laptop. On the screen was the beautiful resort that he and Sarita would be staying at on vacation: a luxury hotel on the shores of Goa, with access to a private beach. He and Sarita were pretty well traveled since they had gotten married, but given that this trip was on their 2 year anniversary, it was a little more special. He took his eyes off the screen, and watched his wife pace around the kitchen, as she talked on the phone with her sister.
His eyes followed Sarita, her slender frame moving lightly around the kitchen, her toussled black hair hair in a casual ponytail, as she tidied the kitchen in her comfortable tshirt and sweatpants. He could hear her voice, tinged with irritation, as she spoke with her sister, perpetually gossiping, interrupted only by the sound of her light footsteps on the tile floor.
Rohit and Sarita were both American born Indians, and although both had visited the motherland before they got married, this was their first time as a married couple. Both were American, but their lives and cultural identity were shaded with a conservative Indian upbringing.
They had known each other loosely in childhood and started dating in college. Outwardly shy, Sarita always had a strong sexual appetite from her teenage years, but was too coy to ever act upon it. After Rohit had broken up with his ex, he and Sarita began spending more time with each other. Sarita was attracted to Rohit and was comfortable growing closer to him. Eventually she let him in her bed, which culminated in him taking her virginity in her dorm room.
From that point, they were an item together. For four years, they dated. Although Rohit's more aggressive attitude often clashed with Sarita's meek personality, there was enough physical attraction to make it work. Despite her boring and homely sense of fashion, Rohit thoroughly enjoyed Sarita's skinny body and her perky, surprisingly large C cup breasts. And Rohit had never failed to please Sarita in bed. After all, as the first man she had ever been with, Rohit knew Sarita's body well.
Part of what made their relationship work was that both Rohit and Sarita understood the need to keep their relationship hidden from their parents. Both of their parents wanted them to get arranged marriages, something Rohit and Sarita loathed. Eventually, despite their personality differences, their mutual physical attraction and familiarity with one another led Rohit to propose getting married. Knowing her parents would be fairly comfortable with her marrying an Indian boy they knew well, Sarita agreed. Essentially, for Rohit and Sarita, it was a marriage of convenience.
Two years later, the marriage had become stale. The physical attraction remained, but both Rohit and Sarita had become bored, although neither had openly voiced this. Rohit, in particular, had become more frustrated, as it seemed Sarita's libido had waned while his sexual appetite remained strong. Meanwhile Sarita, knew she wanted something else...something different, though she didn't know exactly what it was. She had begun feeling a sort of nuisance towards her husband, which led her to becoming more irritable.
