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The night of the discussion and decision was intense, as we were both so charged with sexual energy that we basically fucked, sucked, and licked each other raw and dry. I was sore the next day, but even more than that, the heights and orgasms we brought each other to were unlike anything we had experienced in our relationship before, and that was saying something, as sex with Courtney was always beyond intense.
She had mentioned preparations in passing, but I wasn't at all sure what we really needed to do. How does one prepare for swinging, other than washing and maybe trimming pubes? I knew we couldn't know the emotional ramifications until afterward, but what was the protocol beforehand? I began to find out at the beginning of the week, when Courtney dragged me to the doctor. She had insisted we get a full panel HIV and STD test, which greatly confused me, but she just deflected my questions, saying "Look, if we're going to be doing this sort of thing with multiple partners, we need to get tested on the regular and be extremely careful. This is just a precaution. Besides, it's probably time anyway for both of us." I acquiesced, knowing she was likely right anyway. Two days later, she came home with the printed results, which she carefully set aside in the house.
As Friday approached, I was a bit nervous, but also excited. Courtney had been even hornier than normal in anticipation since we had discussed it the previous Thursday, and we had been having sex three times a day, and on Tuesday she even sucked me off twice in addition. On Wednesday, we had sex in the morning and at lunch, but she claimed she was too tired to that evening. I chalked it up to a long day for her at work and we just took it easy. On thursday, I woke up and spooned into her, but as I grabbed her butt and pressed my morning erection into her, she moaned happily, but then reached back, gave my hand a squeeze, and said "Sorry baby, but I have to go in early. No time." I tried to convince her for a few moments, but she was firm, and quickly bounded into the shower and then out the door. When I texted her later to see if she would be coming home for one of the nooners we had been doing all week, she just replied that she was slammed and couldn't make it. But that night, when I tried again to get her into the mood, she admitted that the lack of sex was deliberate. "I need you horny and a bit pent up tomorrow. You'll fuck better for it." Frustrated, I tried to convince her that I needed some relief now, but she was having none of it. She even forbid me from touching myself, telling me that I needed to trust her, that it would make the sex way better.
Friday came, and the day seemed to drag agonizingly slowly. I was so horny that every jogger that went by my home office window seemed to stop my train of thought, and I live right by a major jogging trail. I broke away from work, sweated like crazy at the gym, and tried wailing on a punching bag for a while, but it didn't work, at one point I got so distracted looking over at a particularly gorgeous girl in a sports bra that I missed the bag completely and nearly stumbled my body into it. I really, really needed to get laid.
The evening finally rolled around, and Courtney had very cleverly lured Erin out of the house by buying her and her boyfriend a package at a B & B a couple hours north, calling it an early anniversary present (it was in 2 weeks). She set out a few touches like some candles and a bit of light incense, and we prepared a simple dinner. She asked me to change from the t-shirt and jeans I had on into a slightly nicer t-shirt and khakis. I asked why, and she replied that it would be more "flattering." As she changed in front of me, I watched as she put on a bra that accentuated her cleavage, and the sway of her tits got me a bit engorged. Noticing this, she looked down at my length and said "Aww, poor baby. Are you horny?"
"You have no idea," was all I could manage.
"Aww, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you," she said with a smile, reaching out to lightly pat my growing hard-on. She reached into my boxers and encircled it, pulling it out, and very lightly kissed the end, giving the slightest and gentlest swirl with her tongue. I groaned, trying as hard as I could not to thrust into her mouth, and she gave my cock one small suck halfway down, right as the doorbell rang. "Perfect timing," she exclaimed. I disagreed, but I tucked it back into my slacks as we went downstairs, hoping that my hardness would subside a bit more as we prepared to greet our guests for the evening. Courtney seemed to pay it no mind, bounding ahead to open the door, and greeting them enthusiastically as they stepped inside.
I was not prepared for what stepped through the door. I had figured on a couple a bit older than Court and a bit younger than me. Instead, they both looked like college juniors. They appeared to be an Indian couple, him about 5'10" I would guess, with a slightly darker complexion. He was slender but obviously decently muscled, in a t-shirt and slacks, with slightly longer hair that came up above his shoulder, horn-rimmed glasses, and a big, easy smile. "Hello, I'm Ravi," he said, with the slightest accent, shaking my hand, and I understood instantly why Court was attracted to him. As he moved past me to come in, I focused on his wife, who was still chatting with Courtney, and was in instant lust, noticing another pulse in my cock, which had been going down up until that point. I thought I noticed her steal a glance down at my crotch, and she quickly whispered something to Court, as they shared a giggle. Then she sauntered over to me.
"Hi. I'm Aranya," she stated, shaking my hand slowly and with a soft, lingering touch. Her accent was a bit more lilting that her hubby's, and her voice and her stare were both captivating. Her tongue quickly wetted her unbelievably pouty, bee-stung lips, which were painted a deep ruby red, and all I could think about was what they would feel like wrapped around my cock. She had long, slightly wavy dark hair, along with the most gorgeous, big, liquid brown eyes I had ever seen in my life. Her gaze completely captivated me. She was short, maybe 5'3", with a tiny yet curvy body, nice hips, and a perky yet full set of breasts. I was so overtaken by lust for a split second, that I nearly forgot to say my name while shaking her hand. I knew in that moment, that despite whatever Court had said about us being under no obligation to follow through with sleeping with them tonight, there was no way I was going to pass up the opportunity to be inside a creature that gorgeous and sexy. Damn. As she moved toward the couch to join her hubby, Courtney gave me a look like "I told you that you would like." I just grinned back and mouthed my thanks, and she smiled knowingly.
We spent the first part of the evening munching on the asian chicken salad I had thrown together, whilst chatting and getting to know them. At first the conversation was a little bit forced due to the tension in the air—which, come to find out, was all Court, me, and our nervousness. Fortunately, they were both engaging, intelligent, and incredibly charming, putting us at ease until we were ready to move things further.
Aranya knew Courtney because she worked at the language lab office just down the way from hers, and they had struck up conversations over the course of time. She was 21, had just started a grad program in linguistics, and he was three years older, a senior IT guy with a software firm, and it turned out his firm was a former client of mine. They were both born of families in Mumbai, though they had both lived in the states since they were in their early teens when each sets of their parents had gotten jobs over here. Both families were very traditional and Hindu (though they weren't so much, obviously), and they had been married in an arranged marriage four years ago. This intrigued us, especially since they seemed genuinely happy and very much in love, touching and affectionate most of the evening. But most of all, I didn't understand the jump from traditionally arranged marriage to open and swapping partners.
"So how did the whole openness of your relationship come about?" I asked.
"Well, just gradually," Ravi responded. "We had lots of little conversations over time, and really discovered we didn't have a ton of discomfort or limits sexually. Which is ironic because she is only the second woman I had ever slept with, and I was her first."
Aranya smiled at my bemused expression, adding "We realized about two years ago that we had some fantasies about bedding others, and we knew of course that we both had very high sex drives. And the curiosity with one couple we were friends with was driving us absolutely crazy with lust. We would have dinner with them regularly, they were very attractive and sexy, and there was plenty of flirting and bantering, although they never pushed because they didn't want to offend us, knowing that we hadn't ever done anything like that. But there was definitely some sexual tension in the air, and after each time we would rush home and screw like rabbits. So at one point we finally admitted to each other that we really, really wanted to fuck them both. And I found out during this time, through conversations with Cindy, that they were swingers, and there was some interest. So we talked it over, and one night, we tried it, with the understanding between all of us that at any time, if either of us was uncomfortable, we could stop it and back out."
"So what happened?" Courtney and I ended up asking simultaneously, giggling at each other and our obvious titilation toward the topic.
"We didn't want to stop," Ravi interjected. "As a matter of fact, we loved it."
"We slept with them regularly for over year, up until the time John got transferred," Aranya added.
"We've had four other couples since then," Ravi observed, "but nothing that worked out long term."
