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Hi, Tom and Betty here.
One of the highlights of our camping trip to the Kai Iwi Lakes was the Saree Stripping Game. Before we share our story, first, Betty will provide some background on what this event was about. Then we will tell you about some of the sexual things that happened with us during that evening.
One of the highlights of our camping trip to the Kai Iwi Lakes was the Saree Stripping Game. Before we share our story, first, Betty will provide some background on what this event was about. Then we will tell you about some of the sexual things that happened with us during that evening.
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Betty here.
The third night at the camp, they decided to have a new contest. We had never heard of this before, but thought it was a great idea. A Saree Stripping Contest. It seems that all the Indian women from India had at least one saree with them. Lizamoa had a couple of extras as well. When the idea was suggested at breakfast, everyone seemed to like it.
For us women, an exotic stripping contest would be fun. A chance to show off in front of the men. Who wouldn't be in for that? Displaying ourselves naked was sure to lead to even more fun.
For the men, watching some sexy, beautiful ladies getting naked was sure to be fun, but then everyone knew the fun wouldn’t stop there. Yes, this had the unspoken promise of becoming an orgy or sex party.
Not that Tom or I were complaining, either. We were there to have fun. We had talked about it before we left the farm. We knew these people were into swapping, group sex and orgies, so going on holiday with them, we would be drawn into their games. We had decided that whatever came to either of us was fine as long as we were open with each other about our activities, and the sex was only fun.
It was then that they dropped a few more rules on us. Each of us women had to choose a man other than her husband/boyfriend to help them undress. Meanwhile, the women would also undress the men. There was no restriction on what they touched or did during the stripping process.
What? A guy involved, helping. We could all see where this was going, as I said above, an orgy or sex party for sure.
For us women, an exotic stripping contest would be fun. A chance to show off in front of the men. Who wouldn't be in for that? Displaying ourselves naked was sure to lead to even more fun.
For the men, watching some sexy, beautiful ladies getting naked was sure to be fun, but then everyone knew the fun wouldn’t stop there. Yes, this had the unspoken promise of becoming an orgy or sex party.
Not that Tom or I were complaining, either. We were there to have fun. We had talked about it before we left the farm. We knew these people were into swapping, group sex and orgies, so going on holiday with them, we would be drawn into their games. We had decided that whatever came to either of us was fine as long as we were open with each other about our activities, and the sex was only fun.
It was then that they dropped a few more rules on us. Each of us women had to choose a man other than her husband/boyfriend to help them undress. Meanwhile, the women would also undress the men. There was no restriction on what they touched or did during the stripping process.
What? A guy involved, helping. We could all see where this was going, as I said above, an orgy or sex party for sure.
Some of us women got together and found that we had extra sarees between us, which meant six other women could join in the contest. Jenny was the first to volunteer, since she was smaller, like Lizamoa, she borrowed one from her.
The two Australian women, Joyce and Cathy, borrowed a saree each. The two Japanese women, Sayako and Chiharu, also decided to join in, taking a saree each. The final saree went to Deanna.
Some were surprised that I entered the contest; I was a bit surprised myself that I could. I already owned two sarees, but I had left them at home. It was then that I discovered we had brought them both with me. Well, actually, the truth was that Tom had brought them. I didn’t know he had them there until they started organising the contest.
Of course, I was excited about joining in. I gave one to Deanna’s daughter, Rachael, and kept the last, the sexier one, for myself.
Yes, you’ve all guessed which one. It is the white one, the one that goes see-through when it gets wet. And I was going to wear it. It may have surprised some that I was willing to get into the fun. Well, why not? Wasn’t that what we were there for, having fun? (See Story 222 The See-Through Sari.)
The two Australian women, Joyce and Cathy, borrowed a saree each. The two Japanese women, Sayako and Chiharu, also decided to join in, taking a saree each. The final saree went to Deanna.
Some were surprised that I entered the contest; I was a bit surprised myself that I could. I already owned two sarees, but I had left them at home. It was then that I discovered we had brought them both with me. Well, actually, the truth was that Tom had brought them. I didn’t know he had them there until they started organising the contest.
Of course, I was excited about joining in. I gave one to Deanna’s daughter, Rachael, and kept the last, the sexier one, for myself.
Yes, you’ve all guessed which one. It is the white one, the one that goes see-through when it gets wet. And I was going to wear it. It may have surprised some that I was willing to get into the fun. Well, why not? Wasn’t that what we were there for, having fun? (See Story 222 The See-Through Sari.)