I believe for men cars and wives are alike. Usually, they don’t share these two with anyone. Still, many males give their cars to specific people to drive. And there are very few males, like my husband and his close friend Deepak who give their wives too, to specific people to ride.
Yes! This is about wife swapping between two best friends. It all began with the exchange of cars and finally reached to the exchanging of wives.
For an introduction, I would say my husband Arun and Deepak are childhood friends. Since they were in the 3rd standard. But soon after schooling somehow they lost contact. Later, thanks to Facebook they once again came in touch after around 15-16 years.
By now both were married. I, Pooja married to Arun and Deepak married to Ridhima. We, both the couples are married more or less from the last seven years. Both the marriages were love marriages and at present, we all are reaching our mid-thirties.
I am a mother of one but Ridhima is mentally yet not prepared for a child. The males; Arun and Deepak are tall, more or less 5’10’, broad shoulders with a bit of tummy. Physically as well as mentally they are almost alike. But females, I and Ridhima are very far from each other in looks and otherwise.
Ridhima is fair with average looking face and light brown eyes. Whereas I am good looking but dusky in color with big black eyes. Tall, not exact but almost the same as males with a flat belly. Ridhima has balanced fleshed all over her body.
But I am barely 5’5” with a lot of extra flesh over my arms, thighs, and hips. She has perfect round medium-sized breasts but mine are huge. Her hairs are dark brown with few golden tints ending few inches below her shoulders. My hairs are black and long, ending a few inches above my waist.
Ridhima wears only western outfits. Because I live with my in-laws, also physically I am a bit plump I rarely wear western outfits. I must mention this fact too. I and Ridhima are different not just in appearance but we are also dissimilar in overall nature.
I am a little reserved with a bit of sheep thinking. But Ridhima is very straight forward and far open-minded than me. Anyway, while moving back to the sequence I would say after meeting on Facebook after 15 years my husband Arun and Deepak were like gone mad for each other.
In the next two or two and a half years we saw dozens of movies together and had countless drinks and dinners at each other’s place. Like the males soon we two females also got close to each other like childhood friends.
A couple of months before when all this happened, we (both the couples) bought new cars. Both SUVs but different brands and soon Arun and Deepak started exchanging their cars at regular intervals. No problem! Not for a moment did I feel anything wrong in this.
But things turned nasty on New Year’s Eve get-together. It was held in Deepak and Ridhima’s flat. Like always my child was left with my in-laws at home and it was just we 4 in the house. I was wearing formal salwar kameez with entire marital makeup while leaving the house.
But after reaching the venue I was forced to change into a western outfit by my husband. Time was 10:00 or a bit more when we reached Ridhima’s place. Till 11:30 we had a lot of snacks along with drinks. I was two drinks down of scotch. Ridhima and both the males were three drinks down of the same.
Then suddenly Deepak came out with a thought of dancing on the New Year moment with each other’s partners. Everything was preplanned by both guys and Ridhima. So when Deepak came up with this idea everyone except me behaved fascinated.
There were yet 20-25 minutes left for the New Year. Ridhima quickly made one more set of drinks for all of us. I was not willing to have more as I was already feeling drunk. But Arun insisted. And soon after ending our drinks we, all four, came in the middle of the living room to dance.
Deepak played a particular romantic number which was appropriate for the kind of dance we decided to do. Ridhima reduced the lights. Music started and with exchanged spouses, we all came close to each other. Holding my one hand in his, Deepak moved his other hand to my back.
I accomplished the ballroom posture putting my left hand on his upper shoulder. Nothing wrong, looking into each other’s eyes with a bit of smashed smile. We, I and Deepak moved slowly on the rhythm. I saw Arun and Ridhima were also dancing in the same pattern.
A couple of minutes passed and from my back, Deepak’s hand moved down to my waist. Yet no problem and I continued dancing with Deepak without much hesitation. A couple more minutes passed. In the meantime, I did not bother to see Arun and Ridhima.
I was waiting for the clock to reach midnight. Suddenly Deepak moved his hand further down and rested his palm over my ass. I removed his hand from my bottom instantly and looked up at his face with a question in my eyes. He asked me to see behind.
I turned and saw Arun’s hand was also on Ridhima’s ass. I was surprised and for a fraction looked at Deepak. he was smiling. I turned again to see my husband. I saw his hand squeezing Ridhima’s ass. That was unpleasant. But before I could react, Deepak slipped his hand over my ass again and squeezed me the same way.
I removed his hand swiftly again. But before I would have moved away, he once again took hold of my fleshy ass and squeezed it.”Arre yaar thoda bohut to chalta hai…” Deepak said that as I got away from him. To my surprise, my husband supported Deepak and asked me not to feel shy.
He somewhat showed me his hand which was resting on Ridhima’s ass. “Ab tum sharmao matt.Dekho main bhi touch kar raha hun Ridhima ko.” After saying that he once again squeezed her ass. Turning her head Ridhima smiled while looking at my face.
That was unbelievable! How can Arun do that? Moreover, how can Ridhima accept that? I was speechless. Without saying a word I tried to gaze Arun in objection. He ignored me and turned Ridhima back in dancing posture. He continued moving on music beats with his hands on her ass.
“Come, let’s dance,” saying that Deepak once again took me in his arms. With mild hesitation, I continued to dance with him. I saw Arun repeatedly and his hand did not stop playing with Ridhima’s ass. To my revelation, Ridhima seemed to enjoy all that.
Even Deepak’s hand stayed on my waist. As he saw Arun playing with his wife’s ass continuously he too landed his hand over my ass and squeezed it. Ridhima was fine with it but it was not accepted to me. I once again tried to get away from him. Gripping me harder Deepak asked me to relax.
I was feeling drunk with whatever Deepak was doing with me. But I was not willing to dance with him. I suppressed my hesitation with the thought that he is drunk. It is a matter of a couple of more minutes until the clock reaches midnight.
Unexpectedly, assuming my neglect as my acceptance, Deepak started playing with my ass. He rubbed his hand all over my bottom and squeezed my ample flesh repeatedly. Just like my husband was playing with his wife’s ass. By the time clock reached midnight, he was completely turned on.
While shouting ‘Happy New Year’, he clenched me hard against his firm chest. Arun also screamed the same from somewhere behind at the same time. I tried to push Deepak, mainly to see my husband. But he was too powerful. After crushing my breasts with his chest he grabbed my ass and tried to pick me up.
Anyhow that was not possible for him without my consent. Soon after getting away from him, I looked back to see my husband. I was shocked to see Arun lifting Ridhima and her legs wrapped around his waist. “Arun!” addressing his name I somewhat yelled in shock.
The next instant releasing Ridhima back on the floor he moved to me. He hugged me saying ‘Happy New Year’. Not just Deepak but Arun was also smashed. I could make out from his body language. Next Ridhima also came to me and hugged me. I realized that she is also in the same state.
“Feeling jealous?” looking into my eyes Ridhima asked me with a naughty smile. I tried to bring my expressions back to normal and denied being jealous of a tiny smile. I thought that it is just a momentary obsession. Now everything will get to normal.
But next both men settled down on different couches with one more drink in their hands. Ridhima came and sat down in my husband’s arm and took a sip from his drink. It was unpleasant to see. But assuming that she is just trying to give me envy feeling. I smiled to suppress my real sentiment.
The very next instant Deepak got up from his place and sat beside me and took me in his arms the same way. I looked at Arun and there were no odd expressions over his face. Rather he smiled looking at me and asked Deepak to give me a sip from his drink.
Hearing that from Arun, Deepak tried doing that. Obviously I resisted. I was already feeling drunk and I tried a lot to avoid. But wrapping his arms around me Deepak did not stop insisting me until I took one sip from his drink. After that I almost released myself from Deepak’s arms.
But Ridhima went more into my husband’s embrace and started sharing his drink properly. “Now you are feeling jealous?” she smiled while asking me again. Shaking my head, I continued suppressing my real emotions with a casual smile. Ridhima was drunk and I thought she is just trying to tease me.
That’s what anyone in my place would have assumed. But everything was running as planned. After taking a couple of more sips from my husband’s glass Ridhima challenged me that I will certainly feel jealous if she will kiss Arun. “Agar main Arun ko kiss karungi tab to tum definitely jealous feel karogi.”
I got perturbed with what she said. But I did not react over her words. I could not imagine that she could be serious over that. but soon after seeing my firm facial expressions she turned her face to Arun and started sucking his lips. What is that? I was not surprised. But I was traumatized.
I was jammed in my place with my heart beating fast. I turned my head to look at Deepak. He moved ahead and planted his lips over mine. Now what is that? I was more than shocked and I pushed him. Before I could get up from there, Ridhima got up from her place and sat beside me.
“Let’s have group sex!” Ridhima said.