Ketan Gupta is 34. Puja Gupta is 30. No kids. Married for five years now.
They live in Bangalore while Nikhil and Sumedha Srivastava, the couple with whom they swapped, traveled all the way from Pune.
The hook up was arranged via a popular messenger. Certain pictures were exchanged through mail between the men. A webcam conference followed along with a telephonic one after which the event was finalized. From Bangalore the two couples had together gone to Mysore. They had booked two separate rooms. At midnight the men swapped the rooms and their wives. It all happened inside those two locked rooms of the hotel. By Sunday evening the couples were back to their respective places.
The draconian week that followed didn't give either Ketan or Puja a chance to talk about it. They only exchanged two sms regarding this. SMS one from Ketan: We will talk about this on Saturday. SMS two from Puja: Ok!
Now, it is Saturday. Ketan and Puja are lying beside each other on their own bed. There is a dim green light which baths the room with a surreal feeling. It is 12:30 am.
So? Ketan speaks.
So? Puja echoes back.
Feeling relaxed?
Yes. You?
Yeah, me too. How was it?
Funny, I still can't believe we actually went ahead with it.
Same here. Its all a dream now.
A silent minute.
So...Ketan speaks again. How was it?
Different. And for you?
Satisfying.
I knew that. Sumedha is just your type. Fair, sweet looking and full figured.
Not that you aren't any of that. You too are fair, cute, beautiful.
Except I'm slightly slimmer.
Let's say you have your adipose better distributed.
Yeah!
How was Nikhil?
Good.
Better?
Than?
You know!
He was good Ketan.
Hmm, how long were you two awake?
Till four thirty I guess. And you two?
Around three. What were you doing that long?
Whatever you two were doing till three.
Mutual smiles.
What all positions did you do with Sumedha?
Let me think. Me on top. Doggy. Legs on shoulder. She on top. Sideways. That's all. What about Nikhil and you?
Doggy, sixty nine, legs on shoulder, he on top, me on top, reverse cowgirl, sideways, stand up, sitting up...
Stop it now. Tell me honestly. I know you are getting me high.
Seriously. We did that many. And my legs on the table.
Oh!
Told you. Four thirty!
Puja smiles.
He must have had amazing stamina.
He works out.
Unlike me.
I only stated. Didn't mean it that way.
Okay. Did you guys talk?