The Swapping Escapade – Part 1
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Submit Report I am Roshan, currently 32, living abroad with my beautiful wife, Nitya. I married Nitya at age 24. Yes, we were in love and had an early marriage. But the problem with early marriage is too much sex. Just think about fucking a single woman for 8 years when you have almost 15 years more ahead of you; it’s exhausting for both parties. But I’m happy in my case, as I get to touch another woman regularly. Yes, regularly. What started as a single-night swap led to weekend erotic vacations with each other’s partners, and then to much more! This was only possible because we were abroad. This story will be narrated by both me(Roshan) and Amol. Now, let’s begin the story with character introductions. ***** Roshan, age 32, height 5’11”, fair-skinned. I’m a little slim, not too much slim. My dick is almost 6 inches and curved upward in a slight C-shape. My body is trapezoid-shaped, meaning my chest is larger than my waist. Amol, age 32, height 5’9″, dark brown-skinned. He’s bulky with a rectangular-shaped body; meaning his chest and waist are the same width. His dick is also the same size as mine – almost 6 inches – and his dick is straight. Nitya, my wife, age 31, height 5’6″, brown-skinned. She has medium to large-sized breasts with teardrop-shaped nipples. Soumya, Nitya’s best friend, age 31, height 5’7″, light brown-skinned. She has medium-sized breasts with side-set nipples. In body type, they’re opposites: Nitya has a pear-shaped body while Soumya has an inverted triangle. We as couples got married around the same time, with just a 6 to 7-month gap. Both of us had love marriages after long relationships. Amol was already abroad before marriage, but I didn’t know which country or city at that time. Soumya was already set up abroad before they got married. After 2 years of marriage, I also got an opportunity to go abroad, while Nitya stayed in India. After 1 year, Nitya also came, but the problem was that our cities were different. I asked for a transfer and got it. The housing in that city was bad; too much population and high rent. One day, Nitya received a call from her old friend, Soumya, and guess what? They were coincidentally in the same city. Nitya was overjoyed as she would have a close friend to talk to. They also helped us with housing, and we got housing in the same building where they were living, just a floor up. So we used to socialize a lot. All of it was too good to be true. Our sex life was also active; we used to have sex 4 to 5 times a week. We tried different positions, but after a certain amount of time, we both got bored. I was much into swapping. In college, I almost had a swap with my friend, but I cancelled because I was concerned about Nitya; my friend was a little harsher, the Playboy type. He would have fucked like a mad man. If she had rejected any of his ideas, he would have forced her to do it. The first thing that came to my mind as soon as I thought about swapping was Amol and Soumya. I could enjoy Soumya as well as be trusted with Amol to fuck Nitya. Once we were having sex in bed, and I realized that Nitya was a little bored. Her responses were a little forced. I whispered: Roshan: Looks like you’re done with me in bed, as I can’t please you. Nitya: What? You please me always. Roshan: Oh, but your reactions seem a little forced, I think. Nitya: It’s just for the past year, we’ve been having continuous sex in bed. It’s you and me and bed, which was an absolute dream for me, but we have sex like 5 days a week. It has become so regular. Roshan: So you want something irregular, huh? Nitya: How about a break? We stop fucking for a month. Roshan: You’re not bored about the amount of time we fuck; you’re bored because it’s me. You’re bored of my dick. Nitya: It’s not like that. Roshan: Just think of another man fucking you. Nitya: I am your wife. Shut up. Roshan: Come on… It’s only me. Tell me… won’t you enjoy some other man’s touch? She was silent. Roshan: See…?? Looks like we’ll have to get another man to fuck you. Nitya: Shut up. What are you talking about? Roshan: I’m serious. Nitya: What? Roshan: Yes, we’ll find another married couple. While the husbands fuck you, I will fuck the wife. Nitya: So you mean a partner swap? Like the one you tried in college? Roshan: How do you know about that? Nitya: I have someone who accepted that swap. Roshan: Oh… how did it go? Nitya: Well, my friend went with him while his girlfriend went to my friend’s boyfriend’s house. The boy took her to a farmhouse, and guess what? There were two more couples. All three had girlfriends of other men. Nitya: For the weekend, they swapped among themselves day and night. Instead of one, she got three men who fucked her. The only thing she told me was that she was either wearing a bra or was entirely nude. Roshan: I’m happy that I rejected them. Nitya: But you want to be fucked by him again? Roshan: Him? No. Someone responsible. Nitya: Who? Roshan: Amol and Soumya. Nitya: What? Roshan: Come on… think. We know them well… and they may be going through the same thing; getting bored in bed. Nitya: Okay… how do we convince them? Roshan: We need to just convince Soumya. Nitya: What about Amol? Roshan: He’s a man; he’ll be more than delighted to fuck you. The next week, Soumya came to Nitya, and she told her: Nitya: How is your sex life? Soumya: Steady. Nitya: So, it’s boring? Soumya: Uh, what? Nitya: I can understand. My man fucks me like 5 days a week. Soumya: What? Same here. It’s like there’s no end to their horniness. Nitya: Are you bored by him in bed… like every day sleeping with the same man? Soumya: Yes, a little. Nitya: What if a different man fucks you? Would you enjoy it? Soumya: What? Nitya: Just answer it. It’s not like if you say yes, a man will come and start fucking you instantly. Soumya: Ha ha, yes.
I won’t cheat on my husband just for sexual pleasure. Nitya: What if at the same time he is also fucking someone else? Soumya: What? Nitya: A swap of partners. Soumya: With whom? Nitya: Us? Soumya: What? Me with Roshan, and you with Amol? It will make things awkward. Nitya: No… We’ll have boundaries. Soumya: Boundaries? Getting fucked by your best friend’s husband will have nothing to do with boundaries. Nitya: Do you want to or not? Soumya: A part of me wants to, but Amol… Nitya: Leave Amol to Roshan. After that, Nitya sent me a text that Soumya had agreed. I talked to Amol as well. He was first hesitant, but he also agreed. We all planned when and how. Since we all lived in one building, we decided to do it at each other’s apartments. Amol would go to my apartment while I would go to his. The weekend Saturday, was planned for this. We first all met at Amol’s apartment. Me: So, are we ready for the swap? I sensed a little tension in the air, and so did Amol. Amol: Let’s play a game in a group. Soumya: Okay… what game? Amol: A simple quiz game. I have it. The team that loses does the punishment. Nitya: Okay… a nice game. Amol: But the groups are me and Nitya, and Roshan and Soumya. And the winning team kisses every round. Me: Looks like a fabulous game. But the punishment is that the loser will start sexual intercourse 30 minutes after. Everyone accepted. The game started. I quickly gave the answer. Soumya and I closed in, but I went for a deep kiss. Amol was in shock, as was Nitya. The next round, I won again. This time, I pulled Soumya even closer and kissed her longer. Amol realized that I was going to have so much fun with her at night. Amol: Okay, okay… Get a room, guys. Me: We are… and that too 30 minutes earlier. Amol was a little irritated. In the next round, Nitya answered first and won. Nitya was smiling and happy as she won, but then she realized that Amol would kiss her. As she turned her mouth to Amol, Amol was already close and put his lips on hers for a soft kiss. Soumya was a little uncomfortable; she knew he was playing with Nitya. Next round, Amol answered and won. Nitya pulled Amol into a deep kiss. Amol pushed his tongue into her. Me: Okay, okay… last round. Whoever wins, wins. The last round, Soumya answered and they won. But I refused to kiss Soumya. Amol: What? You won; you must kiss. Me: Oh, I will… but not her lips; some other part. Amol realized I was eyeing her breasts; I wanted to suck them. Amol: Looks like we will leave. Soumya: Remember… 30 minutes. Me: As if he will. Amol and Nitya left, leaving me and Soumya in the room. Soumya: So, what part do you want to kiss? Me: You kiss my neck first… and then I will kiss your neck. Soumya: Me? Me: Yes. Soumya went and sat near me. She started kissing my neck softly, and then her lips strayed to suck my neck. Soumya: I’m done. Me: Yeah, no… I will kiss… but I don’t want to kiss your neck. Soumya: Then what? Me: I want to kiss and suck your tits. Soumya was shocked. I held her tight and took her to the bedroom. I turned off the living room light. I started removing her top; she agreed. Her yellow top was off, and her black bra was visible. Soumya was shy. I removed my shirt too. Soumya was pushed against the wall by my bare chest. Me (whispered): Unhook your bra and give your breasts to me. Soumya: Uh… Me: Yeah, remove it. Soumya: You do it. Me: If I do it, I will bite them. Soumya was looking at me. Her hand went back, and she removed her bra. Her topless body was visible. I lifted her against the wall and sucked her breast. Soumya was enjoying every bit of it as I was devouring her breast. I removed her pants, and she was only in panties. I removed my pants and my underwear and was completely nude. I went and lay down on the bed. Me: Come now. My dick is eager to enter you. Apply a condom on my dick. Soumya: You do it. Me: I won’t. I want you to… or I will fuck you without a condom. Soumya took a condom from their drawer and applied it to my dick. I pulled her on top of me. I started sucking her breasts as my hands removed her panties. I slowly inserted my dick in her pussy. I pulled her completely on top of me, my dick slowly penetrating her pussy. My lips were kissing her neck. Soon I pulled her into a deep lip kiss. I fucked her in that position for some time. After that, I put her on the bed and climbed on her. I didn’t lay on her; I was on my knees. I pulled her legs and wrapped them around my waist. I started fucking her slowly but used to increase my speed in between, getting a few moans out of her. Me: How are you feeling? Soumya: Uh… hush. I realized that Soumya was enjoying every inch of my dick. For the first time after a long time, I was also excited to fuck. The sight of Soumya’s face enjoying my dick filled me with more lust. I thrusted into her hard and laid on her. Soumya: Ahh! I pulled her into a deep, lingering kiss. Me: Now, the real fuck starts. I increased my speed while holding her hand tight. My mouth was sucking her neck and her breasts. I stopped and pulled Soumya into a deep kiss. I stroked her pussy slowly. Me: What will Amol think if he sees us like this? Soumya: You want Nitya to see us like this too? Me: They won’t. Amol would have started fucking her already. Soumya: It’s been half an hour? Me: Yes, but I know a man; he will just fuck her. Soumya: What about Nitya? Me: She will resist him for half an hour, I think. Soumya: That’s bad. Amol likes it when I’m angry and I resist him. He will be taking her in any way possible. Me: Looks like I have to be extra harsh with you then. I took her hand and held it tight. We had eye contact. I lifted my body. Me: Ahh… I fucking like your nude body. My abdomen started to move fast and rough. Soumya was trying to get up, but I held her tight. Me: I hope this is not too rough for you. Soumya: Hmm… ahhhh… ohhh! I let her hands go. Soumya pulled me on her and kissed me deeply.
I continued the rhythm until I came. Both of us finished and were on the bed, breathless. Me: How was it? Soumya: Amazing. Me: What do you think about them? Will they enjoy? Soumya: Yes… It’s difficult not to enjoy with him. Me: Oh. Soon, I went to the bathroom and cleaned up, and after that, Soumya went to clean up. Soumya: What now? Like, we wait until they finish? Me: And? Soumya: You know… Amol comes, and you go? Me: Ha ha, sorry… but I’m with you for the whole night. Soumya: What? Me: Yeah… anyway, do you have an Android charger? Soumya: We all have iPhones. Me: Oh, my phone is almost dead. I’ll go up and bring a charger. Soumya: Uh, you sure? Me: Yes… Anyway, they should be done by now too. Soumya: I hope so. I went. As in the country where we live, there is no bell, so I would have to call them. But I had my set of keys. I opened the apartment. The apartment was dark, but only the bedroom table lamp was on with a dim yellow light. I picked up the charger. I heard a few moans, which intrigued me. I went to peek in the room. What I saw, I could never forget. Amol was fucking Nitya, and his speed was enormous. Nitya had her arms on his back. She was facing toward the other side while Amol was kissing her neck softly, but his dick was rough and fast. Amol stopped and, with his hand, pulled her mouth toward his and kissed her. He pushed his tongue in, making her a little uncomfortable. She pulled out of the kiss. Amol, with a smile, whispered something, and Nitya was shocked but happy. She nodded her head. Amol came down and lay down while Nitya climbed on him and sat on his dick with her pussy. She started enjoying his dick as his hands pressed her breasts. He pulled her breasts, and she laid on him. They started kissing deeply. I realized Amol would be fucking her more and more; he was not going to leave Nitya so easily. And hence, I decided to go for round 2. ***** The next part of the story will be illustrated by Amol.