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Living as Four Bodies and One Mind

By: mardanabangalore



Living as four bodies and one mind - a tale of love and wife swapping

Synopsis: After the birth of the first child, sex life takes a turn for the worse for a young couple in Bangalore. The husband tries to discuss his problems with his close friend. Can the four of them find a new way of life? Can two men and two women live together as shared husbands and shared wives, or will jealousy destroy the 'extended' family? 

Me - 32 years old, married for three years.

Wife - 25. One kid, 2 year old.

I got married in an arranged marriage set up. Originally from a village, I'd moved to a big city after graduation for job. I tried to have romantic relationships with girls in the city, but found that I was too rustic to be successful. Frankly, I had no clue about girls. My idea of girls was too influenced by what I saw in Hindi movies, and were totally unrealistic. I can say all this now, looking back. In my early 20s and late teens, however, I really had no clue. 

Besides, growing up in a conservative town in Kerala (Southern India), with hardly any opportunity to interact properly with girls meant I was bound to be inexperienced in wooing girls.

I found city girls too bold, or too money-minded, and needless to say, my romantic life was a total disaster. At age 28, I was still a virgin, though, to some extent, it was also a choice since I was adamant that I would only have sex with someone I love, and not just any one who was available.

There were opportunities, once or twice, with auties, but I couldn't bring myself to do it, though I would later regret my meekness.

Anyway, so I got married. Had ok sex-life for the first 1 year. Wife got pregnant and we had a kid about a year ago.

My story starts from there.

By now, I was in Bangalore. The kid was about 4-5 months old. Suddenly, one of my old friends from my village -- who was with me from kindergarten to class 10 -- relocated to bangalore with his wife.

Me and wife went to see them, since anyway we didn't have much to do on weekends. 

His wife was smart, outgoing, confident and a 'modern woman' -- the complete opposite of my wife. My wife was traditional, conservative and sort of shy. Of course all these qualities are for outsiders. For me, she was just normal.

My friend and his wife too had recently had a kid, since both of us were of the same age and had got married around the same time.

We stay close to each other, about 1 km away. That meant that nearly every weekend we'd visit them or they'd come over. We even went on a combined holiday to Pondicherry once, spending three days there.

As days passed, our friendship also increased. Technically, it would be right to say the relationships between our wives became closer -- because both of us have always been pretty close, right from school days.

We never had any secrets between us and he knew everything about me and I knew everything about him. I know about his sexual escapades and he knew about mine (fewer.) I knew that he too was a virgin when he got married, though he had had skirmishes.

But like me, he too was pretty conservative, perhaps because of our village upbringing, and the fact that we were focused on studies as youngsters. 

But both of us had strong sexual desires, though we had few outlets. 

THE PROBLEM

The problem started after my wife got pregnant. When a woman gets pregnant and nurses a baby, it sort of turns off your sexual feelings for her. You start looking at her the mother of your child -- primarily as a mother and not as a woman or wife. 

Initially, I think she also liked the fact that I was not disturbing her with my sexual advances. It was clear that she had not forgotten about sex, but to be frank, I felt no interest in her.

It may have also had to do with the fact that she was now more robust. Anyway, our sex life went from once in two or three days to once in a fortnight.

At the same time, I was as sexually motivated as I have ever been. Just because I was not interested in her did not mean that I was not interested in sex. 

As a result, I started getting more frustrated. On the one hand, I did not find my wife attractive any more, and on the other hand, my sexual frustration was going up because I was not having enough sex.

It was in this situation that my friend and his wife came into our life.

Over time, the four of us grew very comfortable with each other. My friend was attractive (whereas I hardly was), my wife was sort of attractive while his wife was also sort of attractive. When four of us would sit around to watch TV or to chat, I found myself getting more and more attracted to my friend's wife.

My wife also seemed to believe that I was getting attracted to her and constantly criticized me saying I was paying too much attention to her.

But I could also see that she and my friend was also getting slightly attracted to each other. This was natural, as she was not getting much attention, love or sex from me, and my friend was attractive too.

At the same time, she was a conservative woman, though she and I did talk about sex and stuff openly. 

One day, she said 'look at appu and sara (names changed), they are so loving. Why don't you learn something from appu?' 

I said 'what should I learn'

'how to love your wife'.

'if you really think only he knows how to love a woman, why don't you go and live with him,' I said, to shut her up.

Anyway, a few more days passed and I started fantasizing about his wife. I felt that sara too understood my attraction towards her, but she too was playing the good wife. She'd look at me sometimes, but I was too nervous and shy to look at her in the eye. I felt she might understand how I felt about her.

Anyway, one day, me and my friend were sitting in a bar, having a beer -- which is what we had most of the time. And I said,

'do you still have the same feelings for your wife after the baby, as you had before?'

'what do you mean'

'i mean, doesn't becoming a mother change everything?'

'it does.. I mean, I think I know what you mean'

'for me.. We hardly have sex these days you know.. Not because I don't like sex anymore, but it just seems so boring. She seems so boring to me.. I think I no longer find her attractive at all. Having sex with my wife is like having a cucumber sandwich -- there's no thrill, it's very predictable and I can't wait to finish it.'

'oh, so it's for you too. I thought it was for me only' he said.

'no no, it's I think for everyone, after their wife has a baby, sexual interest falls off.'

'true. For us, we have sex only now and then, perhaps once a week now. She also seems less interested,' he said.

'you know what, I am thinking of joining one of these wife-swap clubs'.

'what!' he asked, clearly not expecting what I had just said.

'yeah, wife swap clubs. I don't think I have the energy or the inclination or the ability to maintain an extra marital affair, so only this option is left. Also, I think it would be fairer on my wife. It's better than pretending that neither of us have sex drives.'

'hmm'

'Actually I know that both of us have sex drives. The other day, I found her looking at our neighbour through the window when I was not in the room. When I walked in, she pretended not to look and closed the window. I mean, I am not faulting her, I know she has her needs and they have to be met. But I am just too bored with her. I think she is also bored of sleeping with me.'

'so how do these wife swap clubs operate' he asked.

We've always had this relationship, right from our school days -- I would do the research and he'd play the student.

'well, you find other couples in the city and pay a visit or invite them over to your house on weekends,' I said. Frankly, I had no clue about wife swap clubs, nor did I ever have any intention of sleeping with strangers or letting my wife sleep with them.

But this was the only way to approach the subject. I could not directly ask him if he wanted to swap his wife.

As expected, he threw a 100 objections -- what about disease, confidentiality.. What if they turn out to fake profiles or gangs or blackmailers. All valid concerns, of course. I knew these concerns and that is why I had no intention of going to any wife swap club, if indeed there are such things in Bangalore.

I got the idea from lovehelp, where a girl had made a post about her husband suggesting wife swapping to her. Her question was one of the most discussed on the forum and attracted a lot of supportive comments and I thought, if actual, real people are doing it in my city, why can't i?

of course, I knew it was unsafe to do it in the draw-lots sort of way, but I wanted to experiment with someone I was sure would be disease-free and not likely to blackmail us later -- a friend. But I couldn't be so forthright with him, he might think me desperate or think I was angling for his wife. 

So I pretended to be confused about what to do. I said, 'yeah I know, but I just don't see what else to do.. How to revive our sex life and bring some zest into our boring lives'.

He looked into his glass and raised it to his lips, thoughtfully. "Hmm"

Then our conversation wandered off to other topics.

The next day, as expected, he pinged me on chat. 'so are you going ahead', he said.

'with what'

'with your swapping plans'.

'i don't know. I am scared'

'hmm..'

Next Saturday, we were standing on his terrace, away from others. He said 'did you discuss this with your wife yet?' 

'No'.

'Do you think she'll agree? I don't think so'.

'I'll get her to agree'

'How'

'Well, I know she desperately wants sex'.

'Hmm..'

'It's just that she doesn't want to be seen as wanting sex, or love or attention. But inside, she wants attention from a man, she wants a man to make her feel special. She is being ignored by me.'

'Hmm..'

'Actually, I think she kind of likes you. The other day, she was telling me to be like you.'

He blushed. He didn't know what to say. I didn't look at him purposefully, but I could sense his discomfort. 

After some time, he said with a smile, 'you know I could help you'

'doing what'

'if she wants a man, I can show her what a man really is. Show her what a loser you are.' he laughed out aloud as he does after cracking a joke.

'ha! and what do I get out of all this?'

'your wife is happy' he was still amused.

'fuck off' I said.

After a minute I asked, 'what about your wife'

He didn't reply.

'Is she happy?'

Still no reply.

'I think we should try.. ' I stopped mid sentence.

'Try what' he asked. 

'what if we have a foursome'

'what? are you mad?'

'why?'

No reply.

'Think about it,' I said. 

After a minute, I said 'chalo, let's go down'.

We went inside, to his living room. Both the kids were asleep and our wives were watching TV. 

'Oh, where were you,' his wife asked him. 

'we were up. Gone to catch some fresh air'

'Ohh..' she said, smiling.

We sat there again, for about two hours, talking this and that. I could see my friend's mind was not totally there. He was looking at my wife now and then, perhaps differently that before. He seemed to be evaluating her, sizing her up. I too was looking at sara. She's about 28 and sexy as hell. Perhaps all this talk has made me think she's more sexy than earlier.

Her voice was haunting me. Her laughter hung about me like a melody. She always laughed the loudest at my jokes. We had dinner and said good bye.

After three four days, he pinged again while I was at work.

'did you talk to your wife?'

'i will. But first you have to tell me if you are ok with it.'

'swap?'

'yes.'

'i think we may be able to do it'

'great, i'll talk to my wife. Have you spoken to sara'

'i told her that you guys were looking for partners'

'hmm'

'she seemed very surprised. Then, after some time, I said 'what if we do it with them''

'hmm'

'anyway, the long and short of it is that she may agree. She's not said yes or no to it. But I think she's inclined to agree'.

'hmm. I'll talk to my wife then.'

'ok.'

Now I was faced the question of how to introduce the subject to her.

I decided to take the same strategy as I had used with my friend -- swap clubs.

'what? what is wrong with you? what if someone gets to know? what if our relatives get to know?'

'how would they, we are all alone here in bangalore, how would they know'? 

'anyway, I won't sleep with a stranger. Never.'

'what if it's not a stranger'

'what do you mean'

'i mean, what if the other couple was one we know'

'who?'

'will you agree then'?

'tell me who'

'first tell me if you'll agree'.

'i won't, unless you tell me who'

'i pitched this idea to appu'

'oh, so that's what you guys were doing on the terrace' I smiled, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie-jar.

'so?'

'so what?'

'so what what?'

'do you agree or not?'

'go to hell'

But I knew she would agree, by the way she said 'go to hell'. This go to hell meant she didn't want to be seen giving in so easily.

END OF PART 1

Living as four bodies and one mind - a tale of love and wife swapping PART 2 'so what's up?' It's an instant message from appu, and it's been two days after I had that 'go to hell' conversation with my wife. It's Friday and the weekend is approaching. Appu wants to know what's in store.

'well. It's kind of hanging. Neither a yes nor a no. Could use some help.'

'what sort of help?'

'see. The issue is, she is not that keen on the physical side of things. I mean, I think it's something to do with female psychology -- they may be banging the gardener when you catch them, but they'll still deny that sex is important.'

'so she's not agreed?'

'nopes.'

'now what? sara is almost there.. Though she didn't want me to say that to you'

'hmm.. Look, I know my wife's also there, it's just a matter of getting her to see it. I think she's sort of in denial, or shy or something like that.'

'so?'

'well, do one thing -- get your wife to work on her when we are there tomorrow. Bring her in the mood somehow.'

'how?'

'first of all, don't mention sex as such. Try to use words like friendship, getting to know better etc. And certainly not swapping. Tell sara that we've decided to be more open about sex'

'hmm'

'and that my wife should try to relax. Tell sara to point out that it is much better if the two males remain within the group. Tell her to work on the fear angle. Point out to her that if she does not play ball, then the quest for variety will take the men elsewhere. It is better to keep them between the two of them only, instead of forcing them to look outside. Tell sara to say that that is the only reason she has decided to go ahead. And it is ok even if she doesn't enjoy all this, because she's doing it to prevent her husband from going astray. Men are wired to seek variety and choice. If they can't get it inside the marriage, they'll look outside. That is how all the extramarital affairs happen. In this case, we (the girls) can prevent all this from happening simply by agreeing to be more open about all this. We are not talking about sex, but just cuddling, being close etc.. If we don't like it, we can put our foot down anyway. And by the way, my hubby is anyway a gentleman, he won't do anything I haven't given him permission for. So the choice is yours, do you want them to do it infront of you, or behind our backs?'

'hmm.. She has to say all this to your wife?'

'yes.. In her own words. The basic thing is this -- my wife needs a reason to go along with all this, and your wife must give the reason. The real reason is happiness, attention, sex etc.. But my wife won't agree that she doesn't already have all these things. No woman will like to say that, because it makes them look like losers. Actually, they won't even admit it to themselves. So they need another apparent reason and that reason is the durability of the marriage. Your wife has to give this reason.'

'why don't you tell all this to your wife?'

'cause she will see through my intentions. She'll just say 'i know you are lusting after sara and you just want to get inside her pants at all costs.. So all this natak.'

'hmm..'

'so the plan is that we reach there by about 11 am.. And have lunch at your house.'

'ok'

'And then the two of us push off to buy a book or something.. We return by about 4 pm. By then, your wife should have worked on my wife. If she's been moderately successful, she would tell you.

'after that all of four of us sit down to watch tv. Also get a copy of the movie 'mrs singh mr mehta'. We'll see that movie. It's about a neglected, old-fashioned wife finding love in the arms of the husband of the woman that her own husband is having an affair with. It's there on youtube.'

'ok. That's it?'

'yeah.. Also have some bacardi or something and mix it with drinking water. Serve that water to everyone before the movie starts. Don't say it's vodka, just serve it as water, or better still serve it in sprint. But water should be there as backup cause my wife doesn't like soft-drinks and may refuse.'

'ok, what about the kids?'

'ideally they should both go to sleep by the time we start the movie'

'ok'

'also, remove all the chairs in your living room. Only the two-seater sofa and the divan should be there. Hope you have some condoms.'

'yeah, I have.'

'ok. And make sure both your bedrooms are clean and tidy.'

'done'.

END OF PART 2

Living as four bodies and one mind - a tale of love and wife swapping PART 3 Finally, the d-day was here. I was full of trepidation and kept fantasizing about sara all through the night. In fact, I could hardly concentrate at work on Friday and had a moderate hard-on at office throughout. 

I opened her fb account and looked at all her pictures again and again. In particular, I liked one of hers in a saree, she really looked like a woman in that. Mature, grown up and damn sexy.

As it is, she is quite slim, despite being the mother of one. Surprisingly, going by her facebook photos, pregnancy seemed to have made hardly any difference to her overall appearance. She was reed thin before, and she is reed thin now, though her cheeks seem to have puffed up.

She had a fantastic smile that she seems to have infected me with. Wherever I looked, I saw her with her smile. It was a sexy, inviting, yet challenging smile. A smile that said 'show me what you've got.'

Perhaps her greatest asset was her sense of humor and her cool as cucumber approach. She never seemed to get riled by anything and always seemed to laugh and smile at things. This was the right opposite of how my wife was, at least of late. We were always fighting over little things. Even the smallest thing would lead to a full blown argument. 

My wife seemed full of bitterness and see faults in me at every juncture. The funny thing is that this was mutual. I too did not have any patience for her. I too would snap at her. It was as if our marriage was in self-destruct mode. 

May be it was nature's way of ensuring genetic variety in human species -- by ensuring that couples broke up soon after having one child so that they'd have more offspring with other partners, increase genetic diversity of the population and the chances of survival.

In all this gloom, sara seemed like an oasis, a symbol of promised happiness. Sitting in office, all I could think of was lying with my head in her lap, saying nothing, just looking up at her, while she looked down upon me with that smile of hers. I could just die in her arms.

Perhaps I'd fallen in love with her, and that's what was causing the tension between me and my wife, perhaps not. Because I remember I lost interest in my wife just before sara came into my life. Perhaps she would would no longer appeal to me like this after i've laid my hands on her once, I wasn't sure. Whatever it was, it was certainly not anything like i've experience in the last 6 or 7 years and certainly not something I got from my marriage.


Living as Four Bodies and One Mind



All the looks and sights that I had been exchanging with her, all her laughs at my jokes -- they would all find their meaning tomorrow. 

Anyway, such like thoughts kept me up all night and by saturday morning and in the morning, I was somewhat exhausted from the extreme anticipation. I'd not felt so tense in my entire life, even on the night before I got married. 

I got up, trying not to show too much excitement to my wife. Contrary to my custom on holidays, I had a nice bath in the morning and put on some perfume, careful not to show my wife what I was up to.

She too took a bath, and I urged her to slap on some perfume. 'why do you want me to put on perfume?' she asked, slightly suspicious.

She still remembered my pleadings with her earlier this week to get in on the foursome business very clearly. I had to finally reassure her that nothing was on the cards before she'd agree to go to appu's house on saturday.

Anyway, I sprayed on some deo on her when it didn't look like she'd put on some herself. Not that appu would mind. Appu had been one of the hornier kids at school, and we've had group jerk-off sessions when were at high school. He was always the first to whip out his instrument and go to work, as we surreptitiously watched blue-films at a friend's place.

It was 12 when we arrived. I don't know if it is my imagination, but sara was glowing. Even appu had shaved and was wearing nice, ironed clothes, rather odd for a saturday.

Sara was wearing a pink t-shirt and jeans. I noticed for the first time that her breasts seemed to have grown. Perhaps it was just the tight t-shirt. 

If she was abashed, she did a good job of hiding it. 

The two seemed like they were welcoming the president of India to their house. As instructed, two of the sofa chairs and anything else that could be used to sit on had been removed. My wife, as was her custom, plonked herself on the divan, laying my sleeping kid out on it. Normally, I'd go for one of the sofa-chairs, but they were missing.

The atmosphere was festive. Both seemed overflowing with energy and enthusiasm. Perhaps they were just too nervous. 

For the first time, I felt sara actually acknowledged me in a straighforward fashion. Till now, the maximum i've got from her have been some sly glances, making sure appu was not looking. Even then, the glances were very short, just enough to let me know that she'd noticed me. Perhaps she too was wary of letting me look into her eyes for too long.

Today, it was different. 'sit Sumon' she said, pointing to the sofa, and promptly set herself down on it. I immediately felt a tingling in the loins - not because of what she said, but the simple fact that this was the first time that she was really talking to me without looking at her husband for feedback. She seemed a totally different person, almost naughty, and the junior me seemed to recognize that.

I sat down and she started off with 'how was traffic etc..' She was slightly hyper. She was laughing more than usual, and looked at me eagerly as she asked all sorts of totally irrelevant questions. I too was in a different world, as if I was meeting a long lost lover. My brain must have been swimming in hormones. 

I looked back and saw appu fussing over my kid. He had placed himself on the divan, in front of my wife and beside the sleeping child. He was patting my son on his cheek and was saying things like 'he's grown so much in a week' and all that. 

My wife was also focused on him, partly because he kept on asking her questions. Normally, my wife would have been looking at me to figure out what I was up to. This time, appu played his cards perfectly and kept her engaged. He even went inside and got a plate of biscuits and placed it before her. Then he went in again and this time, came with four glasses of fizzy transparent water.

He gave both of us one each, since we were seated in front, and then took the remaining to my wife. She said 'oh, it's soft drinks'. He said 'why, you don't have..' 'not that I don't have..' 'it's fine, one glass of soft drink is not going to kill you or anything,' he said.

I was surprised by the way he was behaving. Normally, he would tinker around on his computer instead of playing a host. But this time, he was going hammer and tongs after my woman. What a difference, the chance getting inside a woman's pants makes in a man's perspective.

I remembered an observation one of my friends makes - beauty is availability multiplied by looks. Even if a woman is modest in her looks, if she's readily available, her beauty becomes multiplied by several times to a man.

Both me and sara were watching eagerly to see if she'd drink the vodka-mountain dew combination. Since my wife has never taken alchohol, and rarely drinks mountain dew, I was sure she couldn't tell if anything was mixed. Hopefully they'd mixed only an inkling of the vodka in it, or my wife will surely figure out something's amiss. 

if she's like me, a little vodka will help her loosen up, put her at ease and make her relaxed and easy going. She would simply feel happy, and be happy about it. More, and she'd recognize that she's intoxicated.

She took the glass from him and held it in her hand. 'Don't let the fizz go out, have it,' he said.

She laughed, more to hide her discomfort, then took a small sip, and lowered the glass. 

Meanwhile sara had taken two or three sips and was about to put down the glass on the sofa, between us. I put my hand on the glass too, touching her fingers, on the pretext of making sure the glass did not overturn. She did not pull her hand back. 

Because of the way the sofa was placed (with its back to the divan), my wife or appu could not see what was going on with the glass. I held the glass too, for a minute, as we continued to make some sort of conversation. 

Slowly I moved my hand along her wrist and sort of cuddled/patted her hand. My hard on was now in full force. 

I realized that the excitement and thrill of an action was not dependent on how 'ground breaking' it was by itself, but on the how ground breaking it was relative to the circumstances. Here I was, sitting two feet away from appu, holding his wife's hand like a lover. That was an unbelievable thrill. I had never done pda, and this was quite heady for me.

Initially, when I put my hand on hers, she looked at the glass. When I started moving my fingers along hers, she slowly looked up -- a mix of curiosity, shyness, welcome and surprise. 

I wanted to look back to see how things were going with appu and my wife, but I also wanted to give them privacy. So I resisted the impulse to look back and tried to think of more things to ask sara and keep the conversation moving. 

She fleetingly looked at my pants.. It was obvious there was something going on there. She took the glass up for one more sip and moved slightly closer to me in one motion. This time, she put her glass on her jeans, on her right thigh.

While talking, I put my left hand on her right thigh, in front of the glass. Since she did not show any response, I started applying slight pressure on her thigh, over the jeans. She didn't mind again. 

She raised the glass again to take one more sip. I took the opportunity to slide my hand up on her jeans, until it was wedged between both of her legs. She adjusted her position a bit, allowing me to put by hand in a bit deeper. 

She was very warm, almost hot in there. I wished I had my right hand there, it would have been better. I tried moved my hand up a bit and placed it on her belly, under the t-shirt. It was warm, and soft.

She caught her breath, and seemed to have lost track of what she was saying. Her breathing was slightly, almost imperceptibly faster. 

Suddenly, I was distracted by a loud laughter from the 'back benches', from my wife, as it turned out. 

I turned around and she looked at me and said, ' really, you were such naughty boys at school, weren't you'. I was moderately embarrassed, perhaps because I saw my wife laughing so much at someone else's joke and also because I wasn't sure which of our old time secrets appu had just spilled to advance his agenda. 

She seemed very happy. I was seeing her like that after a long time. I'd seen her like that in the months after our marriage, when she'd laugh and talk a lot. I looked at her glass, it was half empty. So was appu's.

Suddenly another noise came from one of the two interior rooms -- sara's little girl had woken up. 'Sara..' appu said, and sara went inside to get the baby girl.

I got up and went outside to the corridor/balcony. Sara also followed, with the kid. 

I was standing against the railing, looking out onto the next building. Opposite was a flat, but there was no one outside on their corridor. She came and stood next to me, and placed her hand on my hand, on the railing. 

I was tempted to put my arm around her, but I realized that at any time, someone can come from any of the other flats that also opened on to the same corridor. 

Instead, I decided to eye-fondle her. Turning to her, I looked at her breasts, openly, defiantly, feeling no shame. I would never think of doing something like that ever in normal life. I never looked at women's assets, I always felt embarrassed. I don't know what got into me at that instant.

Then I looked at her face, she was looking at me, smiling that smile of hers, and I realized what heaven meant. I realized that I'd never fallen in love with my wife, ever. I felt young again. I remembered how I used to feel when I used to be in love, in college. 

I wished life would stay still at that moment, so that I could savour it. After a while, she said she had to feed the baby and was going in.

She went in. I considered if I should follow her. I decided not to, for various reasons, including not wanting to destroy my wife and appu's privacy.

I walked down to the ground, roamed around the building once.. And after about 10 minutes, came back. I made sure my approach was clearly audible, and after hesitating a bit, walked in.. Appu was holding my wife's hand in his hand, he seemed to be reading her palm or something.

My wife looked up at me like someone eating a feast would look at an approaching stray dog - I could see slight anger in her eyes. She seemed to be asking me why I needed to barge in now of all times. Her cheeks were totally flushed, probably from all the excitement and laughing. 

Perhaps for the first time since our marriage, I felt like an outsider, out of place. Like I was not welcome with her. For a minute, I was confused. I wondered if i'd made the right choice. Would I be able to go through with this? this wasn't as simple as i'd thought initially. I still felt a sense of ownership over her, and I wondered if she'd be able to see me in a similar position -- especially since she was much more sentimental than I was. 

i'd thought whatever we did, we should do in the same room, all four of us -- one the same bed. That, perhaps, has to be re-evaluated, if this is how it felt.

Suddenly, she pulled out her hand from appu's grip and asked me where I was, almost angry. Perhaps she was angry at herself, for letting appu touch her. 

I said 'just roaming'. I felt she might burst into tears next moment. This wasn't going as intended, I thought.

I looked at her glass, it was empty.

Meanwhile, sara came out and said 'everybody ready for lunch.' She bustled off to the dining area, to set up the lunch. My wife too joined in. Though it was my own idea, I just couldn't look at appu immediately. I felt uncomfortable, as if he was suddenly a competitor I must destroy.

I was confused. I sat on the sofa and took hold of the TV remote, trying to focus on sara as she scurried about setting up the dinner. 

END OF PART 3

Living as four bodies and one mind - a tale of love and wife swapping PART 4 I thought about what is the best way to go forward. I mean, if I felt uncomfortable initially, would my wife be able to take it, or would she suffer what people call emotional trauma? I was sure I did not want her to do something if she hated it. I was as keen on her (and appu's) enjoyment as I was on mine.

If she did not enjoy it, what is the point? for that, I realized she needed to be made more open. 

'what should we do?' appu asked, when we were sitting at nearby restaurant, while my his wife 'worked on' mine.

'see, there are two things here - one, guilt. Two - emotional trauma from seeing someone you love have sex with someone else. We need to get over both these things' I said.

'that is why I said initially that we should not have sex in the same room' appu said.

'yeah, but I thought it would make it easier for her and for your wife, if the husband was nearby. They would not get scared,' I said.

'yeah, but they would also see you making out with other women," he said.

I thought about it. The original reason for planning a same-room sex was that I didn't want to leave my naked wife alone in a room with a naked man. What if he forced her to do things she didn't like, like anal? I had to be careful, though I knew appu for long, I still didn't want to take that chance.

I thought they could be alone later on, when they are more comfortable.

So I said, 'we'll see.'

'so what do we do today?' appu asked.

'let's do one thing -- the idea is to break the ice. And we need to take one step at a time. So let's break the ice today with by having sex with our own wives in front of each other.'

'that's boring,' appu said, looking very disappointed. 'i mean, I can sleep with her anytime I want.'

'i know, but we need to go slow on this. If it works fine, we'll come back tomorrow, on sunday, and get more adventurous,' I said.

'ok,' he said, looking slightly more relieved. 'but what can be the impulse to start things off,' he asked.

'well, you have lots of porn, pick something indian, with a good story,' I said.

'yeah, I have one a woman neglected by her husband and having sex with a stranger who starts off by making a wrong-number call,' he said.

'great' I said.

END OF PART 4

Living as four bodies and one mind - a tale of love and wife swapping PART 5 'All the same, I am not totally comfortable with the plan,' I said, 'i think we are going too fast.'

'as in?' appu asked, earnestly.

'as in, suppose you wanted to have sex with a girl, how would you go about it. Would you straight-away reach for her boobs? '

'no... I mean, i'll try to take her out I guess, show her a good time.'

'exactly. That's what we are missing in our plan. We expect them to simply have sex with us because, being men, we would actually have sex with people we know only a bit. We need to approach them as they are, women, not slaves.'

'but I was not looking at them as slaves'

'i know, but the thing is that in our impatience for sex, we are forgetting the ground rules of approaching women, and how to treat them.'

'hmm. So are you suggesting that we should take them out and show them a good time? we already went to pondicherry didn't we?'

'not as a foursome. Our wives should be comfortable being with us alone. They should start trusting us, otherwise, I don't think at least my wife will enjoy this thing. She might agree and you might be able to have sex with her, but I feel she won't enjoy it. It might be unpleasant for her.'

'hmm. You are the expert on woman, so I guess you are right. To be frank, even my wife may be a bit uncomfortable. And i've only told her that it would be a foursome, and not with you alone, in a room' he said.

'so what I am suggesting is this -- let's the four of us go to a cinema, actually a multiplex. There, you and shama sit for one movie and me and sara sit for another. What do you say?'

'sounds ok, but what do we do about the kids?' he said. 

Indeed, i'd forgotten all about the kids. I mean, there was no one in bangalore with whom we could leave our kids behind. That was actually a problem.

'then what about if we go to a park?' he asked.

Anyway, long story short, we decided to have a getting-to-know session in my house on the next day, sunday.

We reached appu's house by about 3 pm, after roaming around in a mall on old madras road to kill time. 

when we entered the room, the mood was not as jovial as we'd left it. I looked at my wife, who was sitting in the sofa with sara in the sofa. She asked me 'what book did you buy?' 

'the book has not come yet, they'd deliver it next week, they said,' I replied.

'oh' she said, still not betraying any emotion.

Appu walked in to one of the two bedrooms, the one that opened onto the living room. Sara followed him in.

I told shama we should probably leave now. She seemed surprised. 'really, are you sure', she asked, disbelievingly. She seemed to think it was trick and was looking at me cynically, like a teacher looks at a student who's just raised his hand after she asked a question she was sure none would know the answer to.

'yeah, let's push off', I said.

She still seemed to think I was joking. Anyway, the other couple came out and I said, 'we're pushing off now' 

sara's face was serious-looking, though not exactly sad. She smiled and said, 'ok, we'll come tomorrow' I said 'ok. Shama, let's move'.

On the way back, I said, 'appu wants to take you to the movies' I guess she was not very surprised by what I said, because she did not say anything. She kept looking out of the car window. 

'will you go?'

'where?'

'to the movies, appu wants to take you to the movies,' I repeated.

She looked me right in the eye. 'you want me to go?' she asked.

I was kind of nervous, but I didn't show it, I said, 'why not? he's my friend. He wants to take you to the movies. It'll be fun for you too.'

'so what will you do' she said.

'i'll look after the baby' I said.

She seemed satisfied with the answer. 'when' she asked.

'tomorrow, morning.'

'which movie?'

'whichever you prefer?'

the rest of the evening was tense. She didn't talk to me much, except the absolute necessities, such as 'are you having dinner now, or later' types.

It was like one of those times when we quarreled and refused to talk to each other for the rest of the evening. I called up appu and told him about the new plan. He was supposed to pick up my wife around 11 am, take her to a movie and generally pretend like he was out on a date with her. 'imagine this is your first date with my wife. Be nice to her, be a gentleman, don't do anything you would not do on a first day. Treat her with respect,' I instructed him.

'ok boss,' he said.

At night, she turned to the other side and slept. I too slept, kind of relieved. I thought this anger would be useful for her tomorrow, when she's going out with appu. It would help her be more comfortable with him, if she could be angry with me.

In the morning, appu called, around 9 am to confirm the final details. 'is it on,' he asked, I said 'of course.'

'ok great' he said.

'here talk to soma,' I said, handing the phone over to her. She was clearly not expecting me to do that. 

she said, 'hi.. Yeah.. That will be fine.. Yeah, sounds fine.. Yeah.. You too. Yeah, see you' though she was gruff throughout the morning, during the call she started smiling, unknowingly, as she was talking to him.

As she hung up, she wiped the smile off her face. 

she finished the daily kitchen chores, had a bath and walked in to the bedroom, where I was resting. 'what should I wear?' she asked.

The question was actually superfluous. She only wore salwar kameez, though she also had the odd saree.

I said 'saree'.

'saree? it's such a bother?' she said.

'well, you should look good. I don't want my friend to be disappointed. I want him to feel special. He should be proud of being with an attractive lady.'

'fine,' she said non-chalantly.




Living as Four Bodies and One Mind



She picked out a red saree. Put on some perfume and took another half an hour to finally get in shape. 

at sharp 11 am, the bell rang.

I told shama to get the door. 'hi' I heard him enter. 'hi' my wife was heard saying. 'sumon is here?' appu asked. 'yeah, he's inside. Come in' she said.

'hi. So what's the plan boss' he asked.

'well, the plan is for you to check out the movie,' I said.

'so, we come back here after the movie?' he asked. 

'that's the current plan. I'll anyway give you a call if anything changes,' I said.

'ok' he said.

They pushed off in his car. Thankfully none of the neighbours were out and about when they left. They might wonder why she was leaving with him. The good thing about the city is that people don't really poke their noses into other people's business.

After about five minutes, I rang up appu.

'yeah sumon,' he said.

'don't tell her, but we'll meet at your place after the movie. I'll reach there.. You guys should be there by, what 1 pm?' I said.

'yeah, we should be there by about 2, I guess,' he said.

'ok, then see you there' I said.

'are you going there,' he asked. 'yeah, i'll go there after some time, perhaps about 12:30 or so. That's fine, right?' I said.

'yups' he said.

'don't worry. I won't overtake you. We'll go at the same speed' I said.

'ha ha ha', he laughed, relieved at that reassurance. He knew I always kept my word.

After about ten minutes, I called sara. 

'hi'

'hi' she said.

'you'll be home right?' 

'yeah, I am here only'

'ok, cause I was thinking of coming there'

'ok. I'll be here. You can come' she said.

'ok, then I think i'll leave in about ten minutes' I said.

'ok'

-- I scrambled to get ready. Put on some clothes and changed my kid's dress as well. I went out to the door and tried to open by car lock. I realized my hands were trembling. I somehow managed to open the car with one hand and put the child in first, came round and was off. I still can't remember anything about the drive. After about ten minutes, I was standing in front of her flat's door.

She opened the door virtually two seconds after I rang the bell.

'hi' she said.

She was wearing one of those bluish green silk nighties. Because she was breast feeding, the nightie was openable at the front.

The quality of the fabric was such that it hung over her curves. 

'sorry, I was abbout to take bath,' she said, 'how are you baby boy?' she asked, looking at my kid, sitting at my hip. He stared curiously at 'aunty'.

'sorry. I'll just watch tv then, till they come,' I said.

'they've gone to the movies right,' she asked, hoping i'd say yes.

'yes of course' I said.

'i couldn't go, so I thought appu might as well take her. It will be a nice distraction for her,' I said.

'ok' she said, trying to make a straight face.

I plonked my kid on the divan, got hold of the tv remote and some toys lying around. I gave the toys to my son and lay on the divan, turning on the tv.

Sara went into the bedroom adjacent to the living room and I heard the sound of tap water falling into an empty bucket. Judging by the noise, I knew that the bathroom door was open. I was tempted, but also knew it was wrong to go far ahead on the route when appu was yet to catch up. But I thought, 'what the hell, I can at least look.'

so keeping some pillows around the kid, so that he wouldn't fall off the divan, I moved myself to one of the sofa chairs that was facing the bedroom door. 

from there, I had a straight view right into the bathroom. It was narrow bathroom and she'd half closed the door. Now I saw her naked hand reaching out to put her nightie, which she had presumably removed from herself when I arranging the pillows, on to the hanger. I could see about a third of the bathroom area from where I was sitting.

I could see one wall, on which the hanger was fixed, while the other wall was hidden by the half open door. Not surprisingly, I started getting a hard on. 

now, the sound of the water ceased and I saw the sprinkles from the shower on the other wall fall on the wall that was visible. Then I saw her butts -- literally, only her butts, sideways, as she moved about, trying to soak up the shower.

She was standing perpendicular to me, facing the shower-wall.

I could see about half her body, sideways, as she swayed about, enjoying herself.

Her face was never visible, but I could get a proper glimpse of her thighs and ass when she bent down -- pushing her ass back, and into my view.

END OF PART 5

Living as four bodies and one mind - a tale of love and wife swapping PART 6 her body was much 'longer' than I my wife's. Whereas my wife had rounded buttocks, she seemed to have rather muscular ones.

As she moved about, I could clearly see the outlines of her butt muscles, or perhaps it was just the falling water. Water was streaming down her back, covering her butts and some going in and falling between her legs. 

her back was muscular and lean. I was very surprised because though my wife has never been very slim, she had put on some more weight after pregnancy. She was not exactly fat, but one could say well rounded, as most indian women tend to be.

My wife had wide hips, with full butts. But sara had rather boyish hips. They were not as wide as my wife's -- from what I could make out. Her butt was narrow and stuck out to the back.

On the whole, she looked lean, svelte and in the flowing water, she looked like a rippling snake. 

now she turned around, probably to water her back and I caught a fleeting glimpse of her front. Her hair was on her face, so I couldn't see the face, perhaps it was intentional. 

she was clean shaven in the font, which came as a surprise, because my wife never shaves down there. I thought most women didn't. 

her boobs were neither big nor flat, perhaps on the smaller side. Again, they were different from my wive's. My wive's boobs really bloomed out after marriage and became really big. They must have increased two sizes.

Sara's boobs were now only as big as my wive's were before pregnancy. Perhaps that was fair, since sara's body structure was that of a snake -- sleek and slim. Though they were slim, her boobs were long and full. They had a slight sag to them. The right comparison would be like one of those long, full mangoes with pointy tips that you see on stalls at the market.

She took one full round and was now I was back to a side view of her back. She seemed to be doing something with her hair for a minute. 

all this was driving me wild and I thought my rod was about to burst. I had never had such a raging hard-on in many months. My wife, even if she is totally naked and lying before me, would not give me any sort of hard on these days.

I would have to kiss my wife, rub and fondle her before i'd get some strength in my member. On top of that, if I really got excited, my penis would expand to be very large, about six-seven inches. 

if it was in full bloom, it would be difficult to accommodate it in my wife's pussy. It took us about two months after marriage to finally enable full-length insertion. 

the issue was both that of lubrication and lack of hole size. 

the problem was worse these days, because our frequency of copulation had gone down to about two or three in a month. As a result, both her lubrication and diameter had gone down. As such, it was more comfortable to fuck her when I had only a semi hard on, rather than a full one. With half a hard on, I could push it all the way in, though I would have to give some hand guidance.

Anyway, right now, I had a full hard on, and I had to relieve the tension by 'adjusting' it out of the underwear and into the pant. I got up to relieve the tension, looked at my kid who had by now climbed down on to the floor, and walked towards the bathroom door.

I saw her take the towel and rub it on her hair and I could make out that she was soaking up the water from her body.

She then wrapped the towel under her arms and over her chest -- a traditional way of covering up adopted by mallu women. Suddenly the door was flung open and she stepped up, right in front of me.

She looked up at me - there was no surprise, no confusion, no fear, no happiness, no amusement.. In fact no feeling at all, as far as I could tell. Instead, on her face, was a question. She just looked at me questioningly, unflinchingly, straight, into my eyes.

Her hair wet hair lay over the white towel on her shoulders. Water droplets were dripping down from them. One or two were running down her face. I didn't think anything, I couldn't. I was in automatic mode. I put my right hand behind her back, pulling her towards me, and at the same time bent down, squashing my mouth on hers. 

her mouth was wet and warm. I didn't use my tongue, nor did she. Instead, I sucked on her upper lip while she sucked on my lower lip. I put my left hand too behind her back and lifted her up to me. I sort of stumbled, dragged and carried her to the bed where her child was sleeping. 

we landed on the bed with her under me. I opened the towel. Underneath, she was wearing nothing. I moved on to her jaw, and immediately down to her neck. I was about to bite down, the restrained myself. I didn't want to leave love bites. Instead I sucked and kissed her neck, all around. She started moaning. I then moved down further taking her left nipple in my mouth even as my hands enveloped her tightly. Suddenly, I realized she was leaking milk. I know there many who find this exhilarating, but I didn't like it. I was reminded of drinking raw cow milk as a boy, back in the village. The other breast too was now spilling, there was a spray, followed by dripping.

I thought it better not to leak it all and moved further down and to her belly. It was not as flat as I had thought, there was a bit of baby fat below the belly button. I sucked and licked the skin and she arched her body in my grip, saying 'aah, sumon'.

I made a circle with my sucking and kissing all around her belly button. I then moved down one step again. 

her pussy was brown, slightly darker than the rest of her body. She had darkish lobes. My wife had yellowish lobes. However, unlike my wive's, hers were thick, there was much to chew on.

I sucked one into my mouth and sucked at it with force like I was sucking the last bit of ice-cream from a the bottom of a cone. She again arched her back said said 'sumooo, sumooo.. Aah.. Ah.. ' I now moved my mouth to inside her folds. I found her clitter. It was pronounced, again unlike my wive's which was more subtle. Sara's little one was big enough for me to kiss and fondle with my tongue. Perhaps because she had just taken a bath, there was no urine stink.

Instead, she was releasing copious amounts of cum. My nose and mouth was covered in cum, though most of it escaped to the bed. I worked on her pussy with my mouth for a few minutes. This was my favorite part, though my wife didn't prefer it. She never seemed to appreciate it, and she always had a slightly uriny taste down there.

But sara's pussy was well developed, a treat to feast on. If my wive's was a cutlet, sara was a hamburger, a big mac. Her pussy was also bigger.

She started shuddering. Every time I would bite and tug on her clitter, she would shudder slightly. 

after about three minutes, her moans started getting louder. I remember thinking to myself 'what if the baby wakes up now'.

Finally her body shook for about 5 seconds.. I kept on, trying to make sure I took regular breaths and keeping the cum out of mouth as much as possible. 

she shuddered again.. And said 'sumu.. Enough.. Stop sumu.. Pls.. Sumu.. Stop.. Aah.. Don't.. Please'.. But I was in no mood to stop.. And kept on.. By now my tongue and lips had been working overtime for 5 or 6 minutes, or what seemed like 5 or 6 minutes.. Could be have been less also.

After three series of shudders, I took my mouth off.. And she lay back. I looked up at her, my face wet with her cum, and she looked at me, smiling, and pulled me to her. She kissed me again, taking some of her own cum into her mouth.

I started unbuttoning my pants with my right hand even as I held her with my left. I finally managed to push my underwear and pant down to my knee and managed to escape out of it totally.. I felt my member oozing precum like i'd never seen it before.. I now lowered myself on her.

Though my stick was as big as it'd ever been, it slipped right in, and I pushed it all the way as she arched again and let out a loud 'aarhh' 

her body suddenly felt hot and I could feel her sweat in my hands. She gasped when it hit the end. By end, I don't mean end of her hole, but rather the end of my pole -- the point at which my bush was squashed against her bush and I ran out of rod-length.

It was a nice and surprising feeling for me, because it had been a really really long time -- about 1.5 years -- since I had been able to insert a fully erect stick into a pussy, that too at one go like this.

I realized what my wife had told me once, after the pondicherry trip. She had said, 'i asked sara about the fact that we have so much pain when having intercourse'.. 'hmm' I said. 'she said she never had it. Not even on her first time.' I also remember how small appu's penis was, from the time we were giving each other handjobs in the river, back in the village. No wonder she didn't feel any pain.

Whenever I hit the end, I could feel a slight 'grip' or tightening at the root (not tip) of my rod. My wife's pussy is a pretty passive, but sara seemed to tighten her hole, at least the entrance to her hole, every time my thrust reached its limit. It wasn't a strong grip, but a subtle tightening that punctuated my movement.

I tried to take it slow. Enjoying the feeling of her velvety flesh gripping my member tightly. However, the traditional posture is not one of my strong points. 

there was only so much holding back that I could do when doing it this way, primarily because I had to support my own weight. Since I am not that muscular, I don't have the stamina to keep pumping up and down like a horse.

Perhaps because of this, I started thrusting despite myself. Each time my bush would hit her bush, she'd gasp. 

after about 8 thrusts, I knew I was about to lose it. I didn't know what to do. The rumblings had started.. I had no clue whether she'd come again, but I was ready to blow it.

I took two more quick thrusts making the most of my last moments inside her velvety softness and quickly pulled it out. I took the tip in my hand to make sure it didn't spill all over. I just collapsed over her and started jerking wildly as I came in sprouts. I jerked about 6 or 7 times, as she held me tightly to her body. I looked at her. She was smiling and she pulled me to herself, gripping me in a tight embrace. I could feel her smiling.

END OF PART SIX

Living as four bodies and one mind - a tale of love and wife swapping PART 7 A lot of people think getting a woman in bed the is most challenging part. For me, it's always been the time immediately after you've crumbled, spent.

It's the moment at which the man's interest in the woman hits rock bottom. Unfortunately, it is also the point where the woman's love for the man (and her expectations from him) peak.

This is a part I hate, having to talk sweet little nothings lying in her arms as if I have nothing to do in this world, when what I really want is get up, clean myself and raid the refrigerator. 

the other reason for this conflict is that a man is at his most satiated state immediately after coitus, I certainly am. Women's ass don't tempt for much.. At least for another 15-20 minutes till I recover my energy. Any wrongs or sins you've done on your way to the woman's embrace also come back to your mind, with a vengeance.

So it was in this situation that I lay there side-by-side, yet in sara's arms, looking her in eye. She was looking at me lovingly, but I felt guilt creeping up on me. I'd promised that I wouldn't overtake appu and i've overtaken him within an hour of making the promise.

On the other hand, I reasoned, his prize is also nearly assured, at least as far as it is in my hands to deliver it. If he really blows it by being greedy or tactless, that's his problem.

I was with these thoughts when the baby awoke. Sara put her hands over me and peered over to comfort the child. Her breasts were squashed against my chest -- one of the most wonderful moments in my life, thought they would have been even more wonderful I hadn't just had an orgasm.

She realized she couldn't manage the baby like that and sat up on the bed and lifted the baby over me into her lap and started breast feeding her.

I excused myself silently into the bathroom and cleaned up. She was still feeding the baby when I stepped out. 

it was a moment that separated the selfish from the kind -- I could either dust myself off, get my pants and go and watch some tv, or I could sit with sara and look on with love in my eyes. I really didn't have to agitate to find an answer. Though I would have chosen the first option with my wife, with sara, there was still love. So I got back on to the bed and went behind her and planted a kiss on her shoulder.

'no somu.. Don't,' she said, pretending to be irritated by interference with her motherly duties. 

yellowish sunlight was streaming in through one of the glass-paned windows, giving the smooth reddish-brown skin on her naked back a golden glow. I planted one more kiss on her shoulder, this time on the back side. Then I put one further down and one on the side of her belly.

She kept protesting, saying she can't feed if I distracted her like that.

I then put my head on the other side and continued to administer my kisses. Since the baby was feeding from the left breast, the right breast was free, and milk was dripping out of it.

So I extended my tongue and licked it, very lightly.

'sumu, stop it now or i'll tell my husband,' she said, playfully.

'oh really,' I said, and put my mouth on the breast and started sucking it. Milk started coming immediately and I stopped. I didn't want to deprive the baby of its dinner.

I climbed down the bed and squatted in front of her, on the floor - under the baby. I put my head in between her thighs and planted a kiss on the inside of the left thigh. She had stopped protesting. I turned and planted one on the right thigh. However, my further advancement inside was blocked by the baby.

So I had to be content with the thighs. I continued to plant kisses whereever I could for another two minutes, playing with her, until the baby's hunger was finally quenched. 

'get dressed, I don't want you to welcome my husband like this,' she said, laying the baby back on the bed and moving towards the bathroom.

I remembered I too had baby. So I put on my pants and went to check on him. He was still playing on the floor, but I could see an upset flowerpot that proved his misadventures when daddy was also being a bad boy.

He said 'dada' when he saw me. I went and picked him up and sat on the divan. Then I realized he must be hungry too. I had forgotten to take his feeding bottle. There was only one thing to do.

'are you sure?' sara said. 'yeah.. It's all the same. If he can have cow's milk, he can have yours too,' I said.

She had just put on a pink panty and was holding a black bra in one of her hands, standing in front of the cupboard mirror. I realized that her svelte figure was not a figment of imagination. As she stood there turning back to look at me, I was reminded of deepika padukone.. Especially around the hips. 

anyway, for now, I thought, i'd settle for milk for my infant. She kept the bra aside and took hold of my son and gave him the other breast -- the one that his father had been suckling on five minutes earlier.