2 comments/ 35212 views/ 2 favorites New Brew By: Selbryth New Brew I mean, I really got into the girl-girl humping where I was on my back and she was between my legs just thrusting away, making her pussy-bone grind my clit! I also loved it when I had my turn doing the same thing! We spent lots of time in the tub, went outside and relaxed in the jacuzzi, made love to each other with our toes when we were in there, and pretty much just hung out. I mean even in the wide open, it was private because only the ocean was there, and so we just walked around naked the whole time with no fear of anyone seeing. I think in all we made love eight different times that first day, and Sunday it was one long love making session from 6 am when we woke up, till almost 2 in the afternoon. We did everything: fingers, tongues, toes being inserted, sixty-nine (which I never liked that much with guys because they'd spurt after only a minute lots of times and stop licking you), anal stuff (her ass-hole is so creamy smooth and wonderful) and stuff like that first night with the pissing; except now we were doing it on purpose and on each other. That was just so sexy! Felt like I'd bathed in her 'essence' or something! But when she asked me to piss on her, it was such a thrill that I was actually cumming while the piss was shooting out of me. I got pretty good 'aiming' that first weekend too. So that weekend turned into a get-together that following Tuesday because Chuck's on the water polo team at the same college. When I found that we attended the same University it just made my toes curl and stuff! But she came to my dorm room and we just went at it like crazy. I mean she's still a guy in so many ways, but in bed—wow. Plus I don't gag while sucking her clit; not like I did sometimes trying to hog down some guy's dong or something. Then that Tuesday became the next day and the next and then it was the next weekend and things just continued to happen. Like I was laying face down on one of Chucky's deck chairs at one point, totally naked and working on my tan, and suddenly there's be a shadow over me and she just comes and lays gently on my back, covering me. She's just been swimming so she's icy-cold and wet and dripping and my whole body gets a chill, and when she pressed down on me, pushing my pussy-bulge into the chair, that whole squished-up feeling really got me going. But then, right where her own pussy bulge was pushing into my ass, there's all this warmth suddenly trickling down between my buns and down my crack and between my legs! God, knowing that something that's just been in Chucky's body was now drenching my cunt just got me instantly hot! I got her back later, but there was this total contrast with her smooth, wet, cold skin and her hot piss leaking between my legs and I got so turned-on I started turning over to face her. She let me. She just held her big, strong self up and I turned and then we were crotch to crotch, and I spread my legs out and around her, rolled my cunt toward her and she did it again, only this time I got to feel her piss dribble directly against my pussy lips. I came. I couldn't help it! Sometimes we'd just lay crotch-to-crotch, rubbing our cunts together and that was great. I mean using my own most sensitive place to bring another girl off? It was perfect! And then we added our own special thing and would keep rubbing and pee on each other at the same time. The smell, the feel—everything—made everything we did that much hotter. But there was lots of times when we were both all nice and clean and freshly bathed and we'd just lay around caressing each other. Just real gentle, slow moving touches, and the thing was, I never knew you could cum like that. Not where it takes an hour to build up to a climax and then things just floating and falling over the edge. For me it had always been fast, furious fucking. Thing is though, the orgasms I'd gotten from that way of doing things were like little sniffles and sneezes compared to what I'd have with Chucky. So anyhow, I guess you could call me a lesbian now. I say 'guess' because neither she or me are all that interested in political issues and stuff; marching in parades and like that. We...just like making love together, as much and as often as possible. But whatever my 'label' is now, I'm sure glad things changed. I mean, it was getting a bit boring waking up with jiz all over me, you know? Now it's just Chuck's pee if that was the last thing we did before going to sleep and I have to tell you, I love the smell and feel of it loads better. Hey that last part was funny! Get it? Loads. But...yah, I have to say it: I also love the taste of her pee. It totally beats anything I ever had at any club or out of any bottle, and I'll take it any day over what I used to drink. Especially when I'm laying right there watching that clear golden 'brew' streaming out from Chucky's body as she fills my glass up for me! New Bride's Honeymoon Continues As her quick nap after the steamy fucking ended, Sheela rolled over in the bed. Her long, graceful arms reached out to hold her husband, but only found emptiness on his side of the bed. She opened her tired eyes and stared beside her only to find Rohith's side of the bed, empty now. She quickly glanced around the room and heard water running in the bathroom. She walked to the bathroom door to call him and remind about the dinner. Another wicked thought flashed in her mind as she found that the bathroom door was not locked. Sheela turned the doorknob to open the door noiselessly. Hot, moist air floated out of the bathroom as she stood there in the door way, looking at the moving form behind the frosted glass of the shower booth. She could see Rohith, moving around, a dark blotch of hair on his head and another at his groin. His pubic hair. Sheela could feel herself tingle with excitement, thinking about it, looking at it. She moved quickly and took off her clothes. Reaching forward, she opened the shower curtain all at once, standing there naked in front of her husband. She looked at his naked body, taking in the sight of his semi-hard cock, the black pubic hair wet and clinging to his body. Rohith did not say a word, didn't shy away, and didn't cover himself. There was a look of shock and excitement on his face. His mouth hung open and he raised his eyebrows. He opened his mouth as if to say something, and then he looked at her, at her tits, and then at her pussy. Sheela stared at his growing cock and licked her lips. She took the soap from his hands as she joined him in the shower booth. She lathered the soap over her hands, and then reached down and rubbed the soap on his cock. Sheela wrapped her fingers around it, and she could feel it grow as she slowly started stroking his cock. Within a few seconds, he had a full-blown erection, throbbing and hot. "Oh, Darling Sheela," he said. "Let me wash that for you," Sheela said with a big smile. "Let me wash that hard cock." She stroked him faster and faster, and she saw his hand reach out and touch one of her hard nipples. He ran his finger around and around it. The feel of his touch made her terribly excited. She closed her eyes for a second, enjoying the thrill of her hubby playing with her nipples. She ran her hand further down, getting soap on her hubby's balls. She took the bar of soap and ran it all over his balls, working up a lot of lather in his pubic hair. She pushed the soap further back, and built up lather around his asshole as he pinched first one of her nipples and then the other. Then, she let the jet of water wash the soap away from his stiff prick and hairy balls. He stood under the spray of water, not moving his eyes from her naked body. He suddenly pulled her to him and hugged her. Feeling his hard body pressing against her naked body made her more excited, and she smiled. Rohith then bowed forward to kiss her, his hands on her breasts, crushing them hard. Sheela clenched his head, caressed his shoulders. Her breasts were hot and felt heavy in his hands, her nipples stiff and hard. He squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples. Sheela's *mangalsutra* was crushed between her heavy fleshy mounds. His tongue flipped sexily in and out of her mouth. Sheela groaned deep in her throat and arched under him, her hands sliding down to his crotch, stroking and jerking his thick penis, cupping and fondling his heavy balls. "Rohith Darling," she moans. " Aaarghhhhh,!" He smiled as his mouth went again to her breasts. Sheela whimpered as his thick, heavy tongue flipped over one nipple, whipping it rapidly. Tiny flames of excitement leapt through her body. He scraped the nipple with his teeth, twirling and twisting it and she gasped, her face screwing up in lust, her head jerking to one side, her back arching, her breasts rising to his mouth and lips. Squeezing the fleshy mound in his hand, the new young husband took her breast in his mouth and sucked it. Sheela moaned and supported her breast with one hand, which was glued to his mouth, the other hand squeezing and kneading her second breast. "Ohhh ... yes! Ohh god yes!" she groaned. Rohith sucked her breast sharply, let go, and sucked again. He rubbed her hard nipple across the roof of his mouth, over his gums, across his teeth. Sheela shuddered and moaned in pleasure. He moved to the other breast and worked that for some time. Then, squeezing both breasts together, he sucked them simultaneously, nibbling the twin nipples delicately. Sheela gasped and writhed in the shower stall, clenching his head. Her tongue roved through his ear, her fingers caressed his body delicately. While kissing her, Rohith twined her long *mangalsutra* in his fingers and scraped the hard beads across her breasts and nipples. Sheela's head jerked up and she gasped loudly, her face suffused with pleasure, soft and radiant. Rohith continued to torment her for several minutes, sucking her breasts, squeezing them in his hands, rolling the hard *mangalsutra* across her nipples. He knew that her breasts are hypersensitive and that she is having tiny multiple orgasms. At last, he released her breasts and, smiling in pleasure, moved lower, kissing her rounded belly, running his tongue through her navel. He sank to his knees on the floor and slowly pushed his head between her thighs. Sheela's cunt has started streaming now. Rohith spread her legs, letting the stream of water clean her soapy, juicy pussy. Rohith dragged his tongue up one thigh, then the other, slowly moving to her slit. Sheela groaned and pulled her cunt-lips wide. Rohith could see the beauty of her cunt, the delicate cunt-lips rimmed with soft black hair framing the tender pink flesh within which glistened her juices. He could see the quivering stem of her swollen clitoris and the darker opening of her cunt channel. Slowly, he dragged his tongue up the wet crack. Sheela gasped and arched her back, her head tilted upward. "Ahhhhhh ... yes!" she groaned. Rohith licked her pussy, moving his tongue up and down both sides of her swollen lips. Sheela lifted one leg and hung it over his shoulders, giving him better access to her hot hole. She groaned and clawed her cunt-lips open for her young hubby. Her cunt was sticky and heady; her cunt-juices tingled on his tongue. He lapped at them gently, flicked his tongue delicately around her cunt-lips, and darted around her gorged clitoris. Her hips writhed and bucked. He moved his tongue up and down her slit, twisting it this way and that, curving it to a sharp point and jabbed it in and out of her cunt-flesh. Sheela pulled her cunt-lips wide open. "Yes ... c'mon ... do it ... lick me, Rohith Darling ... lick my slit ... come on .... yes ... ohhhh yes ... there ... ahhh yes ... ohhh god yes yes ...there ... ahhh yes there!" Rohith whipped his tongue at her clitoris, flicked it rapidly back and forth, and inserted his thick, long middle finger into her cunt-hole. It was hot and wet and tight and it convulsed frantically on his finger. He rolled his finger around in her cunt, arching it deep inward, masturbating her slowly while he tongue-fucked her. She clenched his head and bucked her hips up and down. Her head was tilted to one side, her chin on her shoulder, her mouth open. Her chest heaved. Her body rocked and jerked gently as though she is being fucked. Her hot, heavy, swollen breasts wobbled and jiggled. Rohith pushed his face deep into her cunt and sucked on her clitoris. Sheela cried out, her head jerked back, her breath shooting from her throat in an wailing moan. "OHHHHHH! Oh ma uhhhh *hanh* uhhhhh OHHHHHHH!" It wasn't long before her knees shook, and she began to cum, Rohith's tongue was buried deep in her cunt. Rohith nibbled the hard knob of her clitoris and his finger ran rapidly in and out of her cunt, masturbating her furiously. Her body jerked and writhed frantically. She arched her back, lifted and squeezed her breasts, her hands clapped over the large, fleshy mounds, pinching and tweaking her rigid nipples. Faster and faster he moved his hand, while his mouth sucked and nibbled her clitoris and she hissed wantonly. Later when Sheela came back to normal her young hubby asked. "Are you going ... to do the same for me now?" Rohith panted anticipating a blow job from his new bride. Sheela looked at him and wetted her soft lips with her tongue "Yes, Darling" she said in a whisper. Small anticipatory breadths of delight was already coming from between his tightened lips as he watched her sink to her knees and draw herself up between his thighs. Her wet naked body hovered over his parting legs and then she lowered her head until her face was mere inches from his firmly throbbing cockhead. Rohith bent his cock down and pointed it at the newly married wife's face; it's large mushroom shaped head barely an inch from her lips. Sheela, surprised by the move, instinctively pulled back. Looking at the large hard cock, Sheela noticed the precum forming on the large head. Rohith could feel her soft warm breath grazing over his abdomen and then his pubic area. Sheela felt her hubby Rohith's hands pull her head forward. Feeling her relax under his touch, Rohith said, "That's it my sweet little Sheela baby, let your hubby show you one of the Kamasutra system of love making". Sheela just looked up at her hubby as Rohith lightly touched the huge head of his magnificent cock against her full lips; the precum moistening her lips now as Rohith bathed them in his precum. As she watched and felt her hubby stroke his cock across her lips, she heard him say, "Sheela Baby, open those sweet little lips. I want you taste my cock. Take your hand and cup my balls, while I feed you my cock." Sheela, in a dazed and excited state, reached up and cupped the huge sack; they were huge and felt so warm and soft in her little hands. They must be able to hold plenty of penis juice, thought Sheela, and she knew she was about to experience just how much first hand. Rohith reached down and took Sheela's other hand and brought it up to his cock. He wrapped her little fingers around his shaft and she gripped his long burgeoning cock tightly between her hands. Rohith was in heaven as he looked down and watched his young new bride's sweet mouth near his massive cock and then he touched the head of his cock across Sheela's lips. He heard her moan. "Open up sweety, and taste my cock" Sheela couldn't stop herself, she slowly parted her lips and let the hard cock slip into her mouth, opening as wide as she could to accommodate its size. "Ooooooh," Rohith groaned and thrust his loins involuntarily upward as the warm moistness of her wetly glistening lips closed like hot melted butter down over the sensitively throbbing head of his cock. Sheela grasped his cock at the base. She leaned forward and stuck out her tongue, licking the head of his hard cock. "Sheela Darling, that feels so good. Suck my cock, suck it!" Sheela took it into her mouth, running her tongue around and around the head of it, tasting the salty pre-cum on her tongue. She was continually treated to precum juice dripping out of his big cock head as she sucked as much as she could into her mouth. "Oh Sheela baby, relax your throat so you can take my cock all the way down." As Rohith spoke, he could feel her throat relax and begin to swallow his love muscle. Inch by inch, his hard cock slipped past her lips until about five inches of his cock was buried in her throat. "My sweet little Sheela, take my cock all the way down that little throat of yours; try to relax and let me feed you my cock." Rohith sad as he fed another couple of inches down Sheela's stretched throat. Sheela had done it!. She has swallowed over 7 inches of hard, pulsating cock of her hubby. "Good... Sheela Darling, your mouth feels sooo tight around my cock." She took it all the way into her mouth, sucking on it hard as he stood there and moaned. She pulled it out of her mouth and licked it all the way down the shaft, to his hairy balls. She scooped his balls into her hands and pressed them against her lips, licking and sucking them to cries of ecstasy from her hubby. She licked each one of the balls, sucked each one into her mouth and ran her tongue around on it. Then she kept his balls cupped in one hand as she returned to his hard cock. Sheela took the hard throbbing cock back into her mouth and sucked on it hard. She could feel his knees get weak as she held onto his balls. She moved her mouth faster and faster, and his legs began to shake. His stomach protruded outward, and he moaned as he shot hot cum into her mouth. His cock jerked again and again, and her mouth was filled with the flavor of her hubby's salty cum. She pushed her mouth down on it, trying to get his cock all the way to the back of her throat. She swallowed his cum, loving the taste and the feel of his hot cum running down her throat. Sheela kept her mouth on his hard cock, and he didn't go soft. He just stood there, his eyes closed, his cock in her mouth. She sucked on it until she could feel that there was no more cum, and she let her tongue swirl around and around his cock. As his climax began to subside, Rohith began to ease his cock out of his new bride's delicious mouth. Sheela's knees were weak and wobbly from sucking and she was tired to even stand up. She hadn't even touched herself, but had enjoyed at least three of the short orgasms. She looked up at him with a happy smile crossing her face. "Did that feel good?" she asked — but she already knew the answer to the question. "Oh, yes my darling. I was in heaven," Rohith said, running his fingers through her thick black hair. Sheela rose to her feet and got up on her toes, tilting her chin upward, so they could kiss passionately which naturally turned into a wet, sloppy tongue-kiss. Rohith then turned the knobs of the shower full blast. The water was like tiny fingers massaging them, bringing them back to reality and at the same time soothing and relaxing them. Rohith toweled himself dry and went out of the bathroom to get dressed for dinner at the dining room. Feeling refreshed, but definitely tired, Sheela also toweled herself dry but was not at all in a mood to get dressed and go all the way down to the restaurant for an elaborate dinner. She told Rohith to ask for room service and have a quick dinner in the room itself. New Bride's Strange Desire I am Manish. One Sunday evening after dinner I was resting on the sofa when my wife of three months set off a bomb under my seat. "Manish," said Shalu my wife, "I have a strange desire." "A bucket list?" "Not quite." "What's it then?" "It's funny that I should have such a desire but it has become an all-consuming one." "For how long?" "A month." "It is time we do something about if it is that bad." "I want to be seen nude." "Go ahead. I'm waiting." "Not you silly, others. People I don't know. I fear that I am a sexual deviate. That's what is bothering me." "Exhibitionism is not sexual deviation," I said. "It is a form of sexual expression. Like being gay. Nor is it always sexual in intent. At times it can be a protest, for example when a group of women turned round during a parade and exposed their buttocks to the sergeant major, or it can be just fun like what happened when the members of a woman basketball team exposed their breasts when group photographed." "Mine is sexual expression." "What part of the body do you want to expose, buttocks, breasts or what?" "Total and frontal," she said. It may seem unbelievable for a new bride to make such a request of her husband, but then our story is a bit unusual. * We have known each other from our elementary school days. Both of us are American born children of immigrants from Delhi. Our houses were in the same subdivision and we attended the same schools, elementary, middle and high. I did not know that she was special to me till I joined college. For the first time we were in different educational institutions. I called her in her hostel. My message went to her voice mail. She called within minutes. I told her I am missing her and she said she was missing me too. That weekend we went to a movie. I held her hand during the show and she came close to me and we cuddled. After the show we dined and during desserts we declared our love for each other. It was three years before we were married. Our families were so close for over two decades that it was like marrying a cousin. If it had not been so the conversation at the head of the article could not have taken place. * "How long are you having this desire?" "A month." "Earlier episodes? Not in school of course or I should have known." I laughed. "Not in college either. It started just a month ago." "Is it bothering you?" "Very much so. It is always with me. Even when having an orgasm it is there". She was silent for a moment and then this. "Is it madness Manish?" "Not at all," I said though I was not sure it was not. Later I went into the Internet and as usual got a load of detailed information all useless for my purpose. "I'll ride it out," said Shalu, "it may disappear as suddenly as it appeared." That was good thinking but it did not work. Shalu was suffering. Dark lines were appearing under her eyes. I had to do something or else her health will suffer. "Why not expose and be done with it," I said after a week of waiting. "You sound so casual as if you don't mind." "To be truthful I don't in the least. Maybe I'll enjoy seeing you do that." "You men are funny," she said. "A towel drop would do nicely." "What's that?" I explained. "You order pizza home delivery. You go into the bathroom and remove your clothes and wait for the ring. After a delay you come out wrapped in a towel maybe a bit wet pretending you were in the middle of a bath. You open the door; if you approve of the man take the box and when fumbling with the cash that you have in hand drop the towel. In the rush to cover yourself you make matters worse. In the end you manage a very satisfactory exposure." "The man may get ideas." "You are not going to be alone. I'll be somewhere in the house." What she thought of my suggestion I do not know for she said nothing. Five days later one Saturday after breakfast I was watching news on TV when Shalu came and cuddled. "Darling," she said. "What sweetie." "I am ready." "I am too," I said and fondled her. "Not that. The towel drop," she said as she responded by hugging me. "Glad you have decided. The very thought has got me excited." She was excited too for she undressed in a hurry and lay back inviting me to lick. She was hot for even before I got into rhythm she had her first and soon we coupled for a very satisfactory union. We rested on the sofa in close embrace. "How to go about it," said Shalu. "Call Pizza Hut and order for one large cheese pizza." "Next." "Tell him when you want it. Make it at the stroke of noon." "Next." "When you see the car turn into the drive way rush into the bath room and undress, wet your hair a bit and wrap a large towel round the arm pit. By this time the pizza man would have started ringing. Wait till you sense some impatience in the rings. Then shout 'coming, sorry,' and rush out. Open the door and if you approve of the man...well from now on you have to direct the scene yourself." "Where will you be when this is happening?" "My work will start soon after you place the order. I'll set my two cameras hidden of course on tripods. As a matter of fact thoughtful man as I am I have already chosen the spots. I will hide in the inner room behind the heavy curtain with cell phone camera in hand." I thought Shalu will scream when I mentioned cameras. She did not. She went further. "You must use your software and make one good long clip merging the three camera views," she said. "If I get this exposing urge again I can view the clip to calm it down." Sound thinking I was forced to admit. Incidentally we both went to excellent schools. The syllabus did not include courses in towel dropping but our schools had done a great job in getting their alumni think out of the box. Shalu called the local Pizza Hut and placed the order. The dye was cast. I got busy setting up the cameras. I had satisfactory viewpoints. The camera with zoom was at a particularly good spot. My place in the room was more than good. It was a perfect ring side. Almost on the dot the pizza delivery car was at the drive way. Shalu rushed into the bathroom and I hurriedly started the cameras and got into my hide. The bell went once, twice and three times. The man waited to give the house owner time to appear. After a reasonable wait he rang the bell with some impatience. "Coming," said a voice, "sorry; I'll be there in a jiffy." I could hear the splat splat of wet feet. Soon Shalu was at the door in a bright red towel wrapped round her body below the arm pits. The door opened and there stood a handsome young man with the big pizza box. Shalu should have no difficulty dropping her towel before him. Shalu opened the door and he stepped in. She must have asked him to do so. With her left hand holding the towel knot she received the box in her right arm. The foot and a quarter square cardboard pizza box is not an easy object to rest on the forearm and elbow and as if that was not enough Shalu's right hand was closed over the cash she was holding. Time was ripe for things to happen. Shalu had to use the left hand that was holding the towel knot to take the cash out of her other hand and give it to the delivery man. Towel knots are never real knots; bath towels are too thick to be knotted. In fact it can be nothing more than a twist that has been tucked in. She had taken the cash out of her hand when the towel slipped and fell to ground. In a desperate attempt to catch the falling towel she let go of the box and it thudded down and so did the cash with the quarters rolling in all directions. Shalu was now quite naked. She bent down to recover the towel which of course was now the priority. She was not dripping wet when she came out of the bath but she was a sufficiently moist to wet the floor a bit. She slipped on the wetness and landed with a gentle thud on her buttocks. Her thighs were spread wide and the young man must have had a very satisfactory view of her vulva, perfectly shaped one incidentally. She made an attempt to get up but she slipped again and this time her thighs were spread very wider. This was funny. She laughed and stretched out her hand. The young man gripped it and pulled her up. He had seen enough. There was no need to cover up. The towel can wait. With no apparent embarrassment Shalu collected the notes and the quarters. The young man went for the box which fortunately remained closed. Shalu, still quite nude, accepted the box placed it on the table and handed over the cash. She guided him to the door and stood naked as he got into the car, backed off and left. Only then did Shalu close the door. The adrenaline flow must have been too great. She had to lean on the door for support. I ran out but not to hug her. I fell down at her feet and kissed her vulva as it had never been kissed before. We moved to the sofa where I licked her to orgasm and then entered her. Both of us were so high that we got orgasms of sizes we had never experienced before. Later Shalu told me that my penis was marvelously (her words) big. That towel lay there till evening. Shalu remained naked the whole day. We ate the pizza (the most delicious I have ever tasted) and we fucked we do not know how many times that day and night. I was up early the next morning. I downloaded the clips and worked on it till I had the video ready for Shalu to view and comment on. The product of three different cameras, and splendidly edited (unfortunately I cannot get independent confirmation), it was something words cannot describe. Two sequences need special mention both from the zoom camera. In the first Shalu is lying on her back trying to get up. Her thighs are spread and her vulva is open with splendid view of the inverted V of the minor labia leading to the clitoris at the apex. In the second Shalu is bending down as she collected the coins with her back to the man. Her thighs are gently separated with the vulva peeping out. Both views are very close close-up, crisp, and clear and in the highest definition. We found the clip so enthralling that every time we viewed it together it ended in a fuck. This towel drop led to a quantum change in our lives. This second honeymoon surpassed the first by miles. I suggested a repeat towel drop but Shalu was not enthusiastic. I suggested a visit to a nearby clothes-optional beach. Shalu said she was not willing for an odd reason—she was not for exposing herself to men who were themselves naked. Soon Shalu missed her periods. After such intense sexual activity that was to be expected. I believe some pregnant women like to pose in the nude during the various stages of pregnancy. I suggested but Shalu was not interested. Her one experience had been so complete that she never got the urge again. Shalu is excited about the baby. But would she bare her motherhood altered body before men clothed or unclothed. I do not know. But it would be a pity if that the magnificent towel drop should be a one-off event. But the clip saves my day. And finally about me. I am aware that many will think that in this episode I have come out in rather poor light. Not quite out of the honeymoon period I enthusiastically sponsored my wife's desire to appear nude before a stranger. Not only that I made a movie out of it and that clip is my hot favorite. They may even say my conduct is reprehensible. I do not reckon so. Whatever that has immeasurably strengthened the bonds between husband and wife must be good. The other day there was a tender moment. I was reading when I chanced to look up. Shalu was thinking of something and smiling to herself. Our eyes met and she smiled a coy smile. At that point I knew she was thinking of the pizza moment and she knew that I knew. Thereupon she covered her face as if in shame and fell into my arms. I held her tight and would not let go for a considerable time. I consider the pizza event as one of the greatest in my life. I am not advising others to follow on our steps but I do say that couples have to be open-minded about practices like swinging. If they are comfortable with it there is no reason why they should not opt for such life styles.