As narrated by all three.
SAYS RAJ:
I am Raj, I wrote earlier about my experience of threesome with a close friend Anil. I am narrating of my real experience of pre-marriage engagement with a close friend of mine and his wife. This is not a story. This happened during the period when, as an engineer, I was working in a Government owned corporation near Ahmedabad in India.
This is a true incident and a memorable one. In respect of my earlier story; many of the readers wrote to me that such a thing was unlikely to happen in the Indian society. I agree with them; but what I wrote did happen. This is a similar but slightly different type of experience. This also did happen. Many things happen in our life and in the society which are not normal. We are either not aware of them or prefer to ignore or hide them.
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His face certainly looked familiar. Smiling and beaming; reflecting the radiance and hidden energy of the newly acquired youth. He had a set of head phones hanging on his neck. He smiled to me and said "Hello, uncle" before taking his allotted seat next to me. I was still over powered by the boy's youthful charm so much that I could hardly mutter "Hi!" in response to it.
With great difficulty I removed my eyes from the boys face. There was indeed some hidden attraction I felt in my heart for this boy. What was it? I tried very hard to remember, if I ever met this boy earlier in my life. I drew blank. I never had any memory of my meeting this boy.
The flight attendant announced all passengers to tighten seat belts, no smoking and all the routine things they were coached to speak. I hardly heard the announcements. I was just trying to locate the boy's identity in my memory scan. Again blank.
One thing was sure. The boy belonged to a group of students going out on some kind of summer vacation or some school program; because he was accompanied by a number of other students wearing a similar school uniform and enthusiastically waving to those who were seating away from each other. A number of those, who could get seats next to each other, were engaged in deep conversation.
I could barely control myself. Appearing as casual as possible, I asked the boy, "Some kind of school vacation trip, is it?" the boy responded with quite maturity, "Well sir! We are on our way to New Delhi to attend the Independence Day parade representing our school." My curiosity was bursting to ask the obvious question. But I had to be patient.
"Oh! I see. Which school is that, young man er....?" I stammered. The boy replied in the same tone, "St. Xaviers, Ellisbridge, Ahmedabad, Sir. And my name is 'Divyansh'." The name did not seem to mean anything to me. I heard it for the first time.
"Ahmedabad?" I asked. I had to ask some probing questions to get to satisfy my unending curiosity.
"Hey, I was in Ahmedabad myself for some time. I am familiar with most of Ahmedabad. Where exactly do you live my boy?" I asked.
The boy perhaps realized that he had to tell me all about him if he has to rest a while and although he wanted to listen to the I-Pod music from the electronic gadget, he had hanging on his waist; he replied with some finality, "I live with my parents in Ambavadi. My father's name is Sudhir Parikh a Civil Engineer and my mother works in a bank." Saying this and smiling to me and as if to put a stop to any further conversation, the boy pushed his earphones into his ears and slipped into his own world of music.
I almost fell out of my seat. I could not control my reaction. I was in a state of shock. Memories of years gone-by came back flooding to haunt me. I was feeling restless. It had to be the same. Was I dreaming or was I in the real world? I had no courage to ask any further question. If I asked those questions; I was afraid, all that I wanted forgotten might spring back to life; haunting our sentiments. The memories were by no means unpleasant; but I thought were best left alone and away from the present realities.
Suddenly I slipped into the past, it was some 12 long years ago........
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12 YEARS EARLIER
I woke up feeling groggy. I opened my eyes and realized that it was late evening. My head was paining. I was unable to recollect the exact sequence of happenings. I remembered the bang in my head caused by a stick hitting my head with a force. After that it was blank. I tried to get up. Suddenly a pair of delicate hands pushed me from behind to enable me to sit up in my bed. I looked behind me and saw Rekha Bhabhi supporting me from behind.
"You have not completely recovered from your injury", said Rekha. "I am however glad to see that you have recovered quite well in the last two hours or so." She finished. I understood that I was in semiconscious state for more than one hour; after I was hit by a rioter on the head. I mumbled something trying to convey that I am OK now. Sudhir was standing in a corner of the room looking out of the window. He turned to look at me hearing our conversation. He asked, "How are you feeling; hero?" I said I was OK.
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Sudhir was my classmate from college days. We shared a hostel room in our hostel in Bhavangar, Gujarat. Both of us were engineers and were studying in different disciplines. Those were the days!
I and Sudhir passed out of college from Engineering College in Gujarat. We were room partners for two years and very good friends. I knew Sudhir's entire family including his parents, his three brothers, their wives, their children etc. I had stayed at their house many times during our college holidays. Sudhir was short, slightly bulky for his size but very jovial and simple. I was very fond of him due to his simple nature. He was not sexually or temperamentally aggressive. However, he pretended to look so.
I remember him; many times, whistling to girls passing on the main road nearby our hostel and making loud and suggestive comments with our other hostel mates. All this was light hearted and perhaps girls passing by, also knew this. I tried to prevent him from doing so. But that was student life and those were the days! Sudhir and I were very close and shared many obscene jokes and incidents.
He was aware about my ongoing affair with my fiancée, Neena. He had seen Neena and was so much awed by her beauty and figure. He joked many times saying, "I wish I were you. I would love to enjoy her daily. When an opportunity comes, will you share her with me?"
I replied, "Well, I want to ask you a counter question. Will you allow me to share your wife with me, if such an opportunity arises?"
Sudhir, without a second thought said, "Raj, you are not only my best friend but also my life. My relation with my wife will not be more than my relation with you. If you desire my wife and if she has no objection, we shall share her. Have no doubt about it." I was amazed at the instantaneous response. However, I thought this was just a spontaneous response and did not attach much importance to it.
Time passed by. We all graduated and Sudhir and I separated and took jobs in different cities. I got a job in Mehsana, about 60 kilometers from Ahmedabad. My parents were looking for an appropriate bride for me (I had not revealed about my affair with Neena at that time). However, Sudhir got married to Rekha a Gujarati girl.
Rekha bhabhi (Sudhir's wife) is rather thin with a small waist. One could almost encompass her waist by putting two middle fingers and two thumbs of one's two palms together. She must be 34 22 32. Any normal man could easily lift Rekha without strain.
She had this wonderful smile on her face. She smiled all the time. I thought her smile was always mischievous. She had taste for good things in life. She had long hair, full lips, perky nose, flat oval shaped face, wheatish complexion, fairly thin ass, and peaking breasts. Her breasts, were rather big for her size. Actually, her breasts would be considered as normal for any other lady of good build and height.
She was slightly dark complexioned. But I thought that made her sexier. She was not tall but being slim she looked tall enough. She tried to correct her lack of height by wearing high heeled sandals. She was quite slim; on the thin side.