Prologue
Camilla Abercrombie and Suska Patel lay topless by the pool of the Abercrombie's luxurious home. The house was a neo-modern structure built in a gated community on a bluff. Ten acres of wood surrounded each house on three sides, each with a private beach. Other homes faced the same lake at intervals but were built to maintain the illusion of isolation.
Suska Patel was 54 and in an arranged marriage. Culturally she was Indian, having come to the States with her parents and husband at 18. She was raised to be a good wife to the man they chose for her. However, her Americanization made her conclude that while she respected her husband, she did not love him. Her friend Camilla was the outlet for her frustrations.
"Honestly, Camilla, he drives me crazy with the preemptory way he speaks to me. It's like I'm a servant in my own home!"
"Well, Suska, tell him, make him understand that you see life differently now than you did at 18 when you married him."
Suska thought about what her friend had said but knew it was too late for her to change. Her husband was 71 and ill. She felt obligated to take care of him. To compensate for a sheltered home life, she sunbathed topless while wearing a micro bikini bottom at her 25-year friend's home.
At barely five feet and 130 pounds, she had the full curvy figure that was popular in America. Rather than hide it, she flaunted it.
When she and Camilla went on their frequent shopping trips, she wore colorful flowing lehengas custom cut to fit tighter across her full hips. The matching blouses were unpadded, emphasizing her 36D cups while deemphasizing their mature sag. She was slightly pear-shaped with firm, womanly hips, and legs.
At 54, Camilla was physically similar to Suska. However, culturally, they were miles apart. Camilla was a California native. Although born in the '60s, she still had the 1960's attitude about sex and drugs. As a young woman, she was part of the free love culture, where she viewed sex as a full-contact recreational activity.
She met her husband, Larry, in college. Early in their college courtship and eventual marriage, she and her husband engaged in routine partner-swapping with close friends. The lifestyle fitted Camilla's progressive attitude about sex. She loved the feel of a new cock in her cunt and frequently the taste of another woman's pussy.
That lifestyle tailed off as Larry's business prospered. At some point, appearance became more important than adventure. She still routinely toked the occasional joint and enjoyed white wine.
"Hell, Suska, there's nothing wrong with a little sexual teasing. It adds spice to life. And God knows I could use more spice in my sex life. In 32 years of marriage, Larry and I have gone from swinging to almost monkish behavior."
Suska turned toward her friend, resting her head on her hand. Her breasts sagged comfortably to one side.
"For the life of me, I can't imagine how that would go. How do you have sex with someone other than your husband in the first place? However, to do it in the same room, sometimes in the same bed, blows my fucking mind."
"Try it! You'll like it," Camilla laughed.
"Sanjay would never agree to that. Part of our marriage contract was that I was a virgin. I have never had or seen another cock."
Suska lay back down and ran her hand down her side and over her thigh. These conversations with her friend always left her horny. While she never had sex with another man, she routinely fantasized about it.
"Look, let's stop talking about sex. I'm getting horny! By the way, you said your son Derek's coming home."
"Yes, he broke up with that skinny redhead bitch," Camilla said. "She was never right for him."
Camilla rose to her knees, her breasts swung gently. Her bikini bottom was styled as high-leg French panties. She reached for Suska's glass.
"Let me freshen your drink."
"Tell me more about this Valentine's Day party."
Suska handed Camilla her glass. She watched the soft roll of Camilla's 38" hips as she moved across the entertainment room to the inlaid tile wet bar.
Although a virgin when she married, Suska and her older sister shared an intense sexual relationship. They progressed from mutual masturbation to oral sex before she was married and moved out. She had secret sexual fantasies about Camilla that she never shared.
"Yes, the party! I was tired of getting chocolates for Valentine's Day. Besides, my ass is big enough!" She emphasized her point by slapping her behind.
Camilla stepped behind the bar and filled their small brandy snifters half full of the golden liquid in the decanter. The liqueur was called bhang, an Indian concoction of distilled marijuana oil, fermented honey, and butter. It was 60-proof, smooth, and sweet on the palate but packed a significant kick. Indian culture said it had a mild aphrodisiac effect.
"Please," Suska laughed, "Let's not talk about big asses! I could put a wide load sign on mine!"
The two friends shared a giggle. Camilla walked back across the floor and handed Suska her drink.
"How many glasses have we had? We need to be careful. This stuff packs a punch. Do we have to dress up for the dinner party?"
"Initially, that is what I was thinking of a formal dinner. However, when I called Arabella Krone, she suggested Valentine's theme dress. You know, red stuff, hearts, and all."
"Really! That's a surprise! She looks like she just sucked on a sour lemon and has a stick up her ass. Her recommending costumes is out of character. "
"Come on, Suska! She's not that bad. I have known her for 25 years. She has her moments."
"If you say so! By the way, you know my husband Sanjay is not coming, so it will be my daughter Chandra and me."
"He never does!"
Camilla paused for a moment. The mention of Suska's husband triggered a thought.
"Earth to Camilla! Where did you go?"
"Look! I just had an idea. Nobody knows about bhang except us. So why don't I serve it as a cordial to loosen everyone up and not tell them?"
She and Camilla usually drank the potent Indian cordial while sunning themselves by the pool. It relaxed them and helped to overcome Suska's cultural inhibitions and self-consciousness about nudity.
Sometimes they overdid it.
Once, their playful tussling in the water turned into an intense lip-lock with their hands lustfully exploring each other's bodies. Suska shivered as she recalled her hands down Camilla's bikini bottom, fingering her pussy while Camilla did the same to her and sucked her nipples. Only the sound of Larry's car pulling into the driveway stopped a full-on bisexual tryst.
"You...uh...know the effect that can have," Suska said haltingly, recalling the tryst and licking her friend's pussy juices from her hand afterward, "things could get out of hand."
