(As told to Saurabh Dalal)
The adrenaline rush of swinging!
The next few days disappeared in a whirlwind as we completed our packing and made arrangements with my in-laws to take care of our little princess. The day before the flight, we were alone at home. I pulled out my laptop and we sat down to make our profile on the same partner swapping site where Sharad had made one. Click here to read: 8 things you need to know about swinging. The site prompted us to describe what we were looking for in a couple. We had a hearty laugh as Shweta poured her heart out describing Sylvester Stallone and I visualized an Angelina Jolie lookalike as we typed it out. We saved our profile and Shweta started browsing other profiles, “My God, this is a world of its own. Look at the pictures of this couple.” The profiles we browsed were arousing her, as her breath quickened, and her hands massaged my back. We had a fantasy of a couple swapping. Click here to read about her fantasy sexual life.
Sex in text
Ping! Suddenly there was a message on the screen from an ID called sweet_couple. “Hi! ASL please?” Shweta looked at me, confused. “What do they want? What’s ASL?” I shrugged. Seemed like some code word among swingers. “What’s ASL?” typed Shweta. “Age Sex Location” pat came the reply. Now we were more confused. Whose Age and Sex should we type? Mine, or hers? Shweta replied “We are a couple. U?” “We too. M34 F32 Mumbai.” We understood and replied, “M30 F27 Mumbai.” “Great! What do you do?” sweet_couple responded. Click here to read: 7 things to remember before starting the swapping lifestyle. This started a series of messages on what we were looking for, if we were experienced or not, whether we had a place to meet, whether we were ready for a casual meeting, and so on. We didn’t know the couple swapping in India was so organised.Click here to read: My wife is a sex-addict. There were so many abbreviations and new terms that we became familiar with as the messages flew back and forth. ASL, SRSP, SWAP, RP, Bulls, Unicorns…it was a whole new game. It was getting late. We signed off after promising sweet_couple that we’d get in touch soon.
The trip begins
Next morning, at the airport, there was different chemistry between the four of us when we hugged each other. Swati was wearing a colourful crop top and a skirt. I couldn’t help stealing a glance at her model-perfect body. Normally I compliment her whenever we meet. But today, I was tongue-tied. “She looked hot,” remarked Shweta, as we entered our room at the resort. I knew who she was referring to. “So, are you ready to go ahead if something happens?” I asked nonchalantly. “Dunno. Are YOU?” she parried. Neither of us answered, but we both knew this trip was different. A message from Sharad popped up on my mobile, “Let’s meet at 7 pm in the lounge.” I sent him a thumbs up. It pinged again, “BTW, did you make that profile on The Adult Hub?” I smiled and sent a second thumbs up and a smiley. I got a big smiley in response. We both knew we were on the same wavelength now. The game was on. Click here for 15 ways to satisfy your woman in bed.
The dance begins
We had just ordered our cocktails when Sharad and Swati walked in. As I hugged her more tightly and longer than I usually do, her cheeks turned pink. We chatted generally when suddenly Sharad remarked,” So how did you like the website?” “Oh, it’s a completely new world,” Shweta chimed in, even before I could think of a proper response. That set the ball rolling. Soon, we were giggling and discussing the profiles we saw there. As the evening progressed, the electricity between us was palpable. I could read desire in Swati’s eyes and I am sure she could see it in mine. All four of us knew that there was only one way this evening was going to end. In bed. And for two out of four, probably not in the beds in our rooms. Click here to read this confession story: I tried BDSM and here is what happened. Click here to read this sex confession: I desired my husband’s best friend. The dance began and soon we were dancing with each other’s partners. It seemed natural. As we danced to a slow number, I couldn’t help asking Swati “Do you like me?” “Of course, four of us are best friends, right?” She replied looking into my eyes. “No, not like that. I meant do you feel attracted to me?” She lowered her eyes and smiled. I felt elated. Even in that low light, I could see that their bodies were closer to each other than most other dance partners on the floor. We hardly danced or sat with our wives for the rest of the evening. When we finally left for our rooms, our hands were still holding each other’s spouse’s hands. I swiped my room key and the door lock buzzed open. The moment of truth was here. I hesitated. Click here to read confessions of 7 couples that had sex outdoors.
The door opens
Sharad opened his room still holding Shweta’s hands and in a tone reminiscent of a cheesy Hindi film villain asked, “Mind if I borrow your wife for some time?” “Not at all as long as I am spending some quality time with this beautiful lady here,” I answered naughtily. Click here to read: How I learned to have sex without shame. He guffawed and didn’t even bother to answer as he entered his room with Shweta in tow. As the door closed behind the two of them, I looked again at Swati. She looked into my eyes. “Are we going to stand outside the room all night?” she asked. I pushed open the door and we went in together. Our partner swapping agenda was complete. What happened next? Read it here
