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07.06.2025 03:04
Priya: don’t worry, I am broadminded now (Smile)
Me: Does that mean you will do it discreetly if we do it? Are you ready for it?
The Background
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Priya: What?
Priya: Come on, darling, I am feeling hot now
Me: Why not
Priya: of course yes
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Priya: You are right, but do you think these things are for us?
Priya: do you regret this? I feel like you are bored with me.
We reached home at around eight & had dinner. After dinner, she went to the bathroom to have a shower. Meanwhile, I put on a porn DVD & put on sound at level 4 (audible). The DVD had the theme of my mind swapping. I knew she was hearing the sound of moans & ohh ahhs, which made her leave the bathroom soon. When she came out, she was looking stunningly beautiful. She was wearing a black coloured lacy slip, barely covering her neckline from the top & just covering her matching black panty. Her hairs were a little wet & her after-bath freshness was making my tool to give a salute to her boobs. I knew she was in the right mood & that was the proper chance for me to bring up the topic.
I stood up & tightly embraced her from behind & planted a tight kiss on her neck; she moaned. I held her gorgeous boobs from behind & stared, kneading them like a manic. She Whispered in my ears, I love you, Jaanu; I too replied, saying I love you too. My erect tool was touching the buttock cleavage & was inside. Our stand-in session continued for 10 minutes before we came to our bed. As soon as we lay in the bed, I let it was by her slip away & she was topless now. I started kissing her milky boobs like a baby. She gave an erotic sigh & put her hand in my boxers & this time, it was my turn to close my eyes with enjoyment. Things were heating up. But suddenly, I remembered my mission. Mission Swapping. I controlled myself & slowly rested her hand on my chest & started the most critical discussion of my life. I hope she will enjoy this as much as I did talking to her.
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Me: So you agree for swapping
Priya (Surprising): Are you sure? No man can think like this. You’ve gone nut.
Me: Priya, it’s been eight years since we were married.
Me: We have done no innovation in our life. I feel it has become a routine.
Priya: Ya, they are.
Priya: Ya, you are right. (Taking my hand on her crouch) Tell me, what is in your mind, dirty fellow?
Me: Which culture are you talking about? I think it's the best way to enjoy ourselves without cheating on each other. In this way, you will enjoy a new person with a different physique and body & get to know new love-making techniques. If you like, you can tell me about these techniques so I can give you pleasure in different ways. On the other hand, I would also enjoy being a new woman. Saying this, I put my mouth on her boobs & started sucking them passionately. My hot talks had already had a turning effect on her, which made my talks more understanding. Sucking of boobs & insertion of my two fingers in her pussy caused her to be very hot & she started moaning like whore & begged me not to stop if it was another day, I would have jumped on her & started fucking like a horse, but not this time. I told myself, “Be Patient. You are getting nearer” She was breathing heavily.
Priya (shaken): No way, I would like you to make me live even after 30 years; if you dare to stop loving me, I will kill you.
Priya: What if, after doing it, he follows me? Or her wife follows you. Or, the worst, I fall for that guy? Me (Laughing): No one likes it. We can take care of these things, but the first thing is to get ready.
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Priya: I don’t know, But tell me, How Will you tolerate the arms of another man? He will take my clothes off & touch these boobs that have tasted your mouth only. He will kiss me all over & you’ll keep on seeing this. Of course, he will fuck me with his tool. I knew she was emotionally blackmailing me. This was indeed the last attempt to stop me.
Me: Yes, but I sense more reasons for this.
Me: Why not
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Priya: Let them do, but I will not.
Priya: Can we have a lovely session before? We can discuss it afterwards. It was exactly one month before we made love to each other.
But I had set motive that night.
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Me: No, it’s not life. If this happens just after Eight years, what shall happen after 15 years or 20 years from now? Do you want us to live like two bored individuals living together to complete formalities?
Priya: So you want variety now!!
Me: Everybody wants, dear & I am not an exception.
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Me: Then can we try swapping with some other couple? Thereby you can also enjoy it.
Me: See, we have been fucking each other for eight years now & during that time, don’t you think, besides the reason given by you, something else has happened.
The Night
Priya: Ok, come dirty mind, tell me what you want to say.
Me: Our sex life
Me: I know how broad-minded you are. The last time when I told you a story of a gangbang of a school teacher with boys, you stopped me in between.
Asking me, she slipped her hand into my boxers & held my already awakened tool & started massaging it. We tightly embraced each other & went into deep French kissing. After we broke the kiss, I also slipped my hand into wet pussy & started stroking her. Light moans started escaping her mouth.
Me: I see you daily, my jaan, but look at these white babes. These are oomphs. Aren’t they looking so sexy?
Me: Let’s talk tonight about it. Why are you so orthodox?
Priya “Oh GOD Jaanu. Please stop teasing me fuck me now, I beg you.
Priya: Ya, I know, but that's our life.
She wanted to escape or at least prolong this non-evading discussion as she had done before. But this time, I was firm & calm. I knew today was the best chance to convince her to spice up our sex life, & She did whatever she could do, but at last, she succumbed to my pressure & agreed to DISCUSS.
Me: I want to enjoy another girl with your permission.
Priya: Give me a good fuck, and then discuss whatever you want
Me: Look, the world is in trying mode; look at the sex revolution that is going on in the world; people exchange partners, do threesomes and foursomes, and organise Orgies. There are escort services, Massage parlours, one enjoying life to the fullest & these are very high society people; they are from all strata of life…all are enjoying.
Priya: Not in my life. I would allow you to fuck any other woman.
Priya: don’t worry; today I will not do so
Priya: Don’t be philosophical. Come to the point.
Priya: Hey, Darling, what are you watching on the TV? Look at the real thing, babe.
Me: Not precisely bored, but don’t you think our sex life has changed
Priya closed her eyes. My hands were at their best, stirring her soft pussy violently, mouth working on heavy boob’s battle of mind & lust was going at best & I was hoping Lust should finally win…
It happened four years ago & changed our lives. Let me tell you about myself. I am happily married, 44 years old, with a good body, 6’1”, Fair complexes, a little bit heavy on the side, and a charming personality. I have my own business. I am married to a bold, beautiful, Sexy woman, Priya. She is 38 years old, has a very fair complexion, and is voluptuous. She holds 37C boobs on her chest & her butts are the most attractive part of her body. Watching her from behind is a treat when she moves into Saree or Jeans. She has everything (front & back) to attract men (sometimes women) towards her. Sometimes she complains to me why men always talk to her boobs than to her. I laugh at this by saying you have the best boobs in the world. Everyone has the right to appreciate the things in the world. Just enjoy their stares. She blushes…
Priya: What?
Priya: what happened, tiger?
This was leading to more tension & frequent quarrels between us & I was getting frustrated. I wanted to do something new to spice up our life. I loved Priya very much & never tried to hurt her, let alone betray her. I could quickly go to prostitutes or go for an extramarital affair as I had many such opportunities both at work & the neighbourhood. But I wanted something mutual & sensational, which gives a fresh leaf to our love life. And Swapping was the best remedy that came to my mind. I knew it was the hardest thing to get a conventional Middle-class Indian woman to get into a swapping act…but I had made up my mind. This suited me morally as everything would be fair to her, plus it would give the zing thing badly desired by our relationship to survive.
Me: Most of the men have this fantasy. We are giving more pleasure to the most loved one.
Priya: No, I didn’t say so; it’s one of the factors.
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Priya: No way, not in this life. I will not allow it. (Immediately throwing my hand out of her pussy)
Me: That’s why I say risk ka maza kuch aur hai.
Me: Look at these guys. They enjoy a variety of girls every day. How lucky they are.
Priya: Bol diya na. Na tau Na, Kuch aur bolo
Priya: Are you nuts? We can’t do it; it is not our culture.
I took her to drive to Gurgaon & then to her choicest mall. I allowed her to shop as much as she wanted while I was looking at the upmarket crowd. All were dressed up to kill skimpy clothes. I was particularly looking for my age couple as potential swapping partners while she was shopping for sanded candles & furnishing. We had brunch at a fast food joint & headed for home. I started playing my favourite instrumental music. She rested her hand on my thigh and began caressing it. My dick went up. Slowly she put her hand on her dick & started stroking. I was enjoying immensely & driving became difficult & I stopped the car near IGI airport. It was getting darker & visibility due to Fog was very poor. Taking advantage, I lowered her; she took out my manhood & started giving me blow job sorted, giving hard jerks; within a few minutes, I came; she took the tissue & wiped the cum & gave me a. She took it full in the mouth & then suddenly started giving hard jerks; within a few minutes, I came; She took the tissue & wiped the cum & gave me a tremendous French kiss. I also hugged her tightly & pressed her boobs. Our foreplay continued for half an hour before we saw a police gypsy stopping nearby. I started the engine & hurried away; I knew they would put a few rupees for the show. More than that, I was not in the mood to spoil a perfect day.
Priya (Blushingly): Us din ki yaad mat dildo; it was the best fuck of my life. I can’t forget that.
Me: What is the harm in this? Most of my friends have made love to many girls and women and continue to do so.
Priya: I know, but we have more responsibilities; we have Aman (our Son) to look after besides our job.
Me: But you said we will discuss
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Me: That's the point I want to mention. We should take precautions.
Priya: What precautions?
Me: I want to discuss first.
It was not my intention at all. I wanted her to prepare for swapping, and I knew she would reject it, even though she was my wife.
It was a beautiful January day last year and a three-day-long weekend. The cold season was its best with woollens on. We were having breakfast around 11:00 am when Priya’s parent suddenly came. It was a surprise visit. We exchanged pleasantries. They had come for some work nearby. When they were leaving, our son Aman insisted that he also wanted to go with them, so we allowed him to go with his grandparents. This left us alone with three nights & three days at a stretch. It was the first time we were spending time alone after the birth of Aman. Priya started making a list of the works she wanted to finish in these three days, including Pest Control & her facial. While for me, sex was the only notable work coming to mind. These three days were the best opportunity for Priya to agree to swap, at least mentally.
I sensed victory and trapped her, Par Manzil abhi bhi door thi. But my mood was defiant; I started kneading her already erected Nipples. I knew my talks were making her hot & as they say, strike when hot. I continued
Me: Look, there is always a risk in all these things, but Risk mein hi tau maza hai jaan. Have you forgotten when we had sex in your cousin’s marriage? Fears were going on & we were pumping madly in the store room where anyone could have come any time.
Me: I will enjoy this. This is my most fantastic fantasy. You with other guys.
Me: But promise me you shall not avoid discussion as usual.
Me: No, Can we have it before that?
Priya: What?
Me: We should try spicing our life. We should give space and liberty to each other so that recreating interest in each other.
After eight years of happy marriage with one smart kid, an excellent double income, and owning a house in the Indian capital of Delhi, All seem to be signs of a perfect life. Our sex life was like that of any working-class couple: sex on weekends & twice a year holidays to hills. Parenthood & going to Malls was taking priority over watching Blue movies together. Everything was getting routine & also getting boring. Somehow, I felt my wife also losing her sex drive & never bothered for more innovations in the bed no matter how hard I tried.
I knew it was bait, passion was high on her side & she wanted a good hard fucking & after the heat was over, she would say that she was too tired to talk & would go to sleep & our discussion would be over before starting. I was in a defined mood, so I just took my fingers out of watered pussy & continued.
Me: Are you afraid just because you think someone will discover it?
Priya: I am ready to discuss abt it.
Priya: And what will happen if someone discovers it?