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.
It was in this light, that Rohit booked a week long trip to Goa...not for visiting family, but to help inject some excitement back into their relationship. As he confirmed their flights from Washington DC to India, he took one last look at his wife, imagining her slim brown body in the new, white bikini he bought her just for the trip.
*3: Hard in Her Hand*
The cabin lights were off, and the only sound was the hum of the engines in the sleepy plane. The light from the in flight entertainment screen glowed softly on Elon, keeping him from fully drifting off to sleep. Nadia, seated beside him, appeared to be asleep already. After all, with the few glasses of wine they had at the airport bar before the flight, it was difficult to stay awake. Elon pulled the thin blanket closer over himself, as he prepared to doze off.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, he felt Nadia's hand, gently reaching under his blanket, catching him by surprise. He glanced sideways at Nadia, catching her with her eyes closed, but wearing a sly grin.
She knows what she's doing
, Elon thought to himself amused. He settled himself into the seat, slightly spreading his legs, inviting his wife's probing hand under the cover.
Nadia's hand slid under the blanket, over his shorts. He could feel her fingers, with her long nails, prying under his waistband. Elon shivered as he felt his wife's fingers, slide down his groin, her nails grazing his skin as they parted his hair. The tips of her fingers reached the base of his cock, which began to swell. Nadia, her eyes closed, grinned as she felt her husband's body respond to her touch. She reached her fingers around his cock, dragging them to his balls, which she began to massage gently.
Elon tilted his head back, letting out a slight groan that was inaudible over the din of the engines. His wife's hand felt so soft, and her fingers knew exactly where to touch. He felt the blood flow to his cock, and his heart started to race knowing his wife was jerking him off in a plane full of unaware strangers. This is what he loved about his wife, her willingness to let her naughtiness out.
Nadia felt her husband stiffening, and moved her fingers from his balls to his shaft. As she started to stroke, Elon became hard. He had to fold the blanket on top to conceal his growing boner. As Elon readjusted himself, Nadia surprisingly withdrew her fingers from Elon's shorts. Elon turned and looked at his wife, who still had her eyes closed, with a big grin on her face. She took her two fingers, and stuck them into her mouth, licking them well, and coating them in her saliva.
