Letter 56 Part C Story Night

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Part C – Nude Beach and Wet T-shirts.

Mandara – Letter 33    Going to the Nudist Beach.

It's Shanti again as I continue with my story.
        “Now Lizamoa when you came to New Zealand you were doing even more than just showing to one man. In letter 33 you are talking about going to a beach and taking the bikini top and the bottom off as well,” said Mandara. “Was this really your idea?”
        >Before she could reply, Joseph cut in and said, “Yes we were having breakfast the morning after we had played the game strip. We were talking about the evening and how we had ended up naked in front of seven other people.
        I asked Lizamoa how did she feel showing her nude body to all those people and she replied that once she had her clothes off she liked it a bit. She also said she would like to do it again too.”
        “It was then that Lizamoa surprised all of us,” began Mike. “Suddenly she began asking me about a nude beach. I told her that there was one not too far from where we lived and then she shocked us all by asking if we could go and see it. I explained to her that everyone there would be naked and she replied that she knew that. Here let me quote from the letter.”
        Mike reached over and took the letter book off Mandara. He flicked over a couple of pages and then began reading.

        “She (Lizamoa) asked, “Where are the beaches in New Zealand where you told us that everyone goes swimming with their clothes off?”
        “You mean a nude beach?” asked Mike.
        “Yes,” she answered. “Where everyone goes nude too.”
        “There is one near Huia, not too far away from here,” replied Mike.
        “Can we go and see it today?” Lizamoa asked.
        “Do you want to go to a nudist beach?” I asked you Lizamoa.
        I remembered our surprise at your answer when you said, “Yes.”
        Mike asked you, “You know that everyone who goes there goes nude as well?”
        “Yes, I know that. I want to go too. I want to take swimming on a beach when we are all nude,” you told all of us, Lizamoa.”

        “And so we decided to go there,” Mike concluded and Lizamoa took over.
        “When we got to the beach Shanti and I had left the bikini tops in the car so it was certain we would be going to be topless. But when we sat down on the beach it was then that we were taking our clothing off.
        Taking the T-shirt off and my shorts was not a hard thing to be doing but I think it was a bit harder to take the bikini bottom off too. But when Shanti did it and I saw that Joseph had followed Mike to be naked I decided to go too. Anyway, I had no choice; I had to because it was my idea to come to this beach.
        Being nude when everyone else was nude too was not very hard. Once you have done it you can almost forget you are like that. But then those teenage boys arrived and sat down near where we were sitting. We were swimming and when Shanti and I had to leave the water we were to walk directly towards where they were sitting. They had the front view of our bodies and we were showing off the breasts and also the pussy too.”
        “I think that is one of the best letters,” said Mandara. “I would like to go to the nudist beach too. I think doing this thing would be very exciting and very sexy to be doing.”
        “Well,” said Mike, “If ever you come to New Zealand I would be happy to take you there.”
        “Thank you, Mike. I would be happy to go with you too. I would be brave to take all my clothes off and be naked in the nude beach too.”

        “Hey Mike, why don’t you take her to a nude beach now?” said Peter.
        “What do you mean Peter?” Mandara asked. She seemed a bit confused but Mike had caught on to the idea.
        “Mandara,” Mike said with a laugh. “Let’s pretend we are at a nude beach now.” He pointed to the pool. “See there is the ocean. And here is the beach.”
        “OK Mike, “she said still bit confused with what was going on.
        “Now this lot here,” he said pointing to all of us. “They are the clothed people who have come to perv some nude bodies.”
        “Oh,” she replied, looking around at us.
        “That’s typical, isn’t it? Trust Mike to make us all out as a bunch of perverts,” I heard Steve say to Joseph.
        The guys laughed but it seemed Mandara still didn't get the joke.
        Mike seemed to ignore him. “Now we have come to this beach to go nude. To enjoy ourselves nude. Are we going to do that, Mandara?”
        “Yes Mike,” she replied.
        “Are we going to let these clothed people stop us?”
        “No, I think not,” she said looking around at us. “They are just perverts, aren't they? They want to see, we don't mind showing to them.”

        Mike walked over to a table and began taking his clothes off. Mandara followed him and soon she was removing her clothes as well. I could tell she was still a bit unsure as to what was going on. But soon they were both naked.
        “OK, let’s go for a nude walk along the beach,” Mike told her. “Then we can have a quick swim before I put some suntan lotion on you.”
        “Alright Mike,” she replied. I think now she was catching on as to what was going on.
        Mike put his arm around her and they began walking around the pool. They seemed a most unlikely couple. Mike was taller and slim. He was still fairly fit for a guy his age. On the other hand, Mandara was a lot shorter and a bit tubby too.
        While they were on the other side of the pool he said something to her and she burst out laughing. They were still laughing when they came around to the steps leading down into the pool. Still hand in hand they walked down into the water. They weren’t in very long, just enough to get wet really. Then they got out.
        Mike laid a towel on the pavement beside the pool. Obviously, this was going to be their beach. Mandara lay down on it. To my surprise, she lay on her back and I realised that Mike was only going to do her front. Obviously, this was going to be the shortened version of a full massage.
        “I don’t really need any suntan lotion,” Mandara said. “I don’t usually go into the sun because it makes me black.”
        “Well, this isn’t really suntan lotion. It is just some massage oil,” Mike replied.
        So Mike began to apply the oil. I noticed that he only did her breasts and pussy. He didn’t worry about anything else. When he finally began on her pussy he really did a good job. She had her eyes closed and soon she was moaning and humping back at him. We could openly see what he was doing to her. He had his fingers inside her pumping at her pussy, running his fingers up over her clitty. It only took a minute or so of this treatment before she was ready to cum. She gave a gasp and then cried out as her whole body gave a massive shudder. She was lying there recovering her breath and then her eyes opened as she looked up at us a bit embarrassed at what had just happened.
        “It's fine, honey,” Mike said as he put his arm around her. “You did well.”
        She smiled at him feeling more relaxed by his encouragement.
        This little performance brought a round of applause from us. They got up and Mike linked arms with her. They stepped forward and took a bow to another round of applause from us. Then they returned to the table and got dressed.
        As they returned to their seats again Mandara said, “Thank you for taking me to the nude beach, Mike. I enjoyed myself.”
        “I think we all know that,” I heard Steve say.
        Peter added, “Don’t you two know you’re supposed to behave yourself at a nude beach?”
        “Don’t worry about them,” Mike told Mandara. “They’re just jealous because they didn’t get to take a beautiful girl to a nude beach.”
        “Thank you, Mike,” Mandara said again as she leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.

Sarvesh – Letter 31    The Wet T-Shirt Contest.

        Now Sarvesh picked up the letters book. Quickly he found the letter he was looking for. He looked around at all of us and then looked at Amita. She gave him just the slightest hint of a smile.
        Then he began to speak.
        “While you Lizamoa and Joseph were visiting in New Zealand, Mike took you to a club. They had the wet T-shirt contest. Is this a true story?” asked Sarvesh.
        “Yes, it is Sarvesh. I had only just been brave enough to go topless in front of a few people at the lake and then on the way home we went to the club where they were having the contest.”
        “Well, tell us about it Lizamoa,” asked Steve.
        “Before you begin Liz,” Amita added. “This might help you tell the story.”
        “What’s this?” Lizamoa asked as she took a small parcel from Amita.
        She ripped it open and then reaching in pulled out a white T-shirt. When she held it up the words on it said: -
                ‘Miss Wet T-shirt
                    Tauranga.’
        “Where did you get this?” she asked Amita. Then suddenly she turned to her husband. “It was you, wasn’t it? You did this Joseph.”
        “Why blame me?” he said holding up his hands.
        “You are the only one who knows where I keep this.”
        “Is that the real T-shirt you were wearing?”
        “Yes Jeevan, it is,” Lizamoa replied. “I asked the man and he let me keep it.”
        “Oh, that is a good souvenir to be keeping.”
        Lizamoa just smiled.

        “Well come on Liz,” said Amita. “Put it on so we can see what it looks like.”
        Lizamoa got that little cheeky smile on her face again. “OK, I will.”
        We watched while Lizamoa took her bikini top off and then pulled the T-shirt over her head. “Is that better,” she asked.
        “No, it has to be wet,” added Steve with a grin.
        “I’ll be the water boy,” Peter laughed as he jumped up, then grabbing a glass jug off the table he headed towards the pool. Returning with a jug of water she poured it over each breast as Lizamoa lay back in her seat.”
        “That is better Liz,” said Amita. “Now you can tell Sarvesh about this story.”
        Lizamoa looked at Amita and then looked down at herself, at her breasts which were now openly exposed through the transparent material. Then looking around at us again with that cheeky smile, she began speaking.
        “Oh, it was a bit funny how it all happened. We were at this club and they announced there would be the contest and the girls could enter too. Mike had started getting Shanti to enter and since she had had a few drinks I think she was going to. But I was wondering what this contest was.”
        “What you didn’t know what a wet T-shirt contest was?” asked Sarvesh.
        “No, not really. I knew the girls would be wearing wet T-shirts but somehow I didn’t imagine them being the see-through. I was just thinking they were clinging tight showing the body shape.
        Well, Mike convinced Shanti and she was agreeing to try. She then turned and asked me too. I didn’t know what to think at first. Joseph then wanted me to do it too. So then I said yes too.
        We got into the back room and I saw the other girls removing their blouses and tops and also their bras. I began to wonder what this contest was really about. I looked and Shanti had just done the same. I noticed the T-shirt I had been given was white and thin material too. I then realised what this was really going to be. I suddenly thought they would be see-through.
        By then I was just in my bra and jeans. Beside me, Shanti was already putting her T-shirt on. I decided well I was here now I might as well do this thing and have some fun. I unclipped my bra and took it off. Just as I was reaching to take my T-shirt this man came into the room and he was looking straight at me topless. I just pulled the shirt over my head as quickly as I could but I knew he had seen me too.
        On the stage they had two men to pour the water onto the front of us. They came to Shanti before me and I was watching the white shirt was so see-through everyone could see her breasts and even her nipples too.
        Then they came to me. He poured the water and it was cold. When I looked down I was showing like Shanti, my breasts were being seen by everyone in the room. I did notice Mike jump up and take a photo too.”
        “How did you feel doing that?” asked Mandara.
        “It was a bit funny. I was nervous and shy and I wanted to put my hands to cover but I couldn’t do that. I was also feeling excited too. I knew what I was showing and I was getting excited doing that.”
        “But you did more than that too,” added Sarvesh.
        “Yes, when Shanti and I were picked for the final we had to do it all over again. They wet our T-shirt again to make it see-through again. Some girls began taking their shirts off and being bare-breasted. Shanti then looked at me and said should we do that too.
        What was showing through the white was almost like being with the top off and so I nodded yes. She immediately reached for her T-shirt and I did as well. It was just to pull up over my head and I was standing beside Shanti and we both were with the breasts exposed. I saw Mike taking the photos of that too.”
        “Were you nervous?” asked Mandara.
        “Of course! I was feeling shy and you can see in the photo, the look on my face but it was very sexy too.
        They then announced I had the second place in the contest. This was a big surprise for me but when I realised it was me I was very happy too.”
        “Good on you Lizamoa,” said Sarvesh. “That was a very sexy thing to do.”

        “No,” said Mike. “It is not sexy enough yet.”
        “What do you mean, Mike?” Jenny asked him.
        “Since Lizamoa didn’t know what a wet T-shirt contest was then maybe Amita and Mandara might not know either.”
        “Yes, I think we need to show them,” Sarvesh added.
        “OK girls,” Mike began. “We are having a wet T-shirt contest.” Then he turned to Sarvesh “Do you have the T-shirts?”
        “Yes, Mike. I have six of them.”
        “OK, I want six volunteers from the audience.”
        “But there are only six of us girls here,” I said.
        “That’s perfect,” Mike laughed. “There are only six T-shirts.”
        “OK,” I said. “I am entering. I am number one.” I stood up and walked over to stand beside Mike.
        “I’m in too,” Amita said as she joined me standing beside Mike.
        “Count me in too,” Jenny said. “This looks like fun.”
        “And me,” said Sharon getting up out of her seat.
        “Mandara? Are you in too?” Mike asked her.
        “Yes, of course, Mike. I can enter too.”
        “Come on Liz. You are contestant number six.”
        Liz smiled as she got up and came over to join us girls.
        “Now next we need two judges and two waterboys,” Mike said.
        “I’ll be one judge,” Sarvesh quickly volunteered. “Joseph can be the other one.”
        I think Joseph was a bit surprised at that but he nodded OK.
        “OK, Peter and Steve you are the water-boys,” said Mike.
        “What about me?” asked Jeevan. “What is my job?”
        “Sorry Jeevan. I forgot about you.” Then he laughed. “You can be the man in the changing room.”
        “OK, Mike. What do I do?”
        Sarvesh added, “You can give the T-shirts out. And give the girls a number.”
        “I have a better idea,” Steve added. “Jeevan can put the T-shirts on each girl.”
        “Yes,” agreed Peter. “But we don’t want any cheating in this contest. Jeevan has to check each contestant to see their breasts are real.”
        “We all know how to find if a breast is real,” Steve said, his hands out in front of him pretending to squeeze two breasts.
        This last comment brought a laugh from many of us. I suddenly saw where this might be going.
        Then Mike added. “Jeevan, are you happy with that job?”
        “I am very happy, Mike,” he said smiling. “I will check to see there is no cheating in this contest.”
        I bet he was happy as I quickly figured out what his checks would involve.

        We girls had to strip down to just our bikini bottoms and then Jeevan came along to do his ‘job’. He first started with me.
        “Shanti I have to check your breasts to see they are real,” he told me.
        “Go on then,” I laughed as I stuck my chest out to him. “Have a good feel.”
        First, he brought his head towards my breasts. For a moment I thought he might be going to suck my nipple but he was only having a very close inspection. His hands came up and soon he was giving my tits a good feel. Even my nipples had their share of attention.
        Finally, he announced, “Yes these are real. Shanti can enter the contest.”
        Mike handed him my T-shirt and he lifted it over my head and pulled it down over my chest. But before he moved on he gave one last squeeze of one of my tits.
        This same procedure occurred with each of the other girls including his wife Mandara. I would have thought that he would have been very sure that her tits were real but then that wasn’t really the purpose of the exercise, was it?
        Finally, he came to Lizamoa. He felt her tits as he had done with the rest of us but soon he had a worried look on his face.
        “What is wrong?” she asked.
        “I'm not sure these are real,” he replied.
        “What do you mean, not real?” Liz said. “Of course, they are real. They are mine.”
        Then she saw the smile on his face.
        “You!” she said. “You are trying to tease me!”
        Liz rushed at him, hitting his chest with both hands, pushing him back. Lucky Joseph and Steve were standing behind him or he would have ended up in the pool. I noticed that in the scuffle, it was never established whether her tits were real or not.
        This set up how this contest was going to go. The men were intending to make it extra sexy while we women intended to fight it all the way.

        So there were we. Our breasts had been inspected and confirmed as real. We were all wearing our white T-shirts and so the contest was ready to begin. Steve and Peter took two buckets Amita had provided and got water from the pool. Steve came up to me and poured the water down over the front of my T-shirt. As was expected the material, once wet, went transparent. He then rubbed his hands over my breasts making sure the material clung tightly to every curve.
        “Hey!” I protested. “ Who said you can do that? Touching is not the waterboy's job.”
        “Yes, it is,” Steve replied. “The judges want me to confirm each shirt is completely wet.”
        Beside me, Lizamoa was receiving the same treatment from Peter. But when he started pulling on her nipple she didn't seem to have too much fight.
        The boys returned to the pool for more water and then came back to the next two girls. Sharon got her breasts soaked next by Peter and then Steve stepped up to Amita. To our surprise instead of just pouring the water over her chest, he reached up and poured it over her head.
        War was declared!
        She let out a scream and then went for him. He dropped his bucket as he tried to duck out of the way but he was caught by Sharon. Peter drops his bucket to go to assist his mate. But by now Jenny has seen her chance and she grabs the discarded bucket and quickly scoops some water out of the pool.
        Peter now finds himself in trouble as Lizamoa and Mandara try to stop him from getting to Steve. I see my chance and grab Peter’s bucket which I quickly fill with water too. Meanwhile, the other girls see Jenny approaching with the bucket, and at the last moment, they step aside as Steve gets a bucket of water full in the face. Moments later, Peter who has no idea I am behind him, gets my bucket of water poured over his head.
        “Jenny and Shanti,” gasped Steve. “You two are going to get it for that.”
        “No, they’re not,” buts in Mike. “Come on. Let’s get on with the contest.”
        The remaining girls get their chests wet and then we are all standing there waiting for the judging to start. As we girls stood there the two judges started down the line. Apparently, the judging of this contest required as much touching and feeling as it did looking.
        I decided to put up a fight. “Don't!” I said as Sarvesh reached for my breasts.
        “Come on Shanti. I have to do my job!”
        “Not by putting your dirty hands all over my tits,” I replied.
        Suddenly, Steve and Peter, those two water boys, grabbed me from behind to hold me. I had to endure Sarvesh giving my tits a big feel. I could fight it physically but I did a lot verbally.

        Finally, Mike announced that the judges now needed to decide who would be appearing in the final. Joseph and Sarvesh went away and talked for a few minutes.
        In the meantime Steve starts off with, “We want tits,” Peter joins in, “Take it off – show us your tits.” Then Mike and Jeevan join in too. I laugh and quickly pull the T-shirt over my head. Beside me, Amita does the same. Soon all six of us were standing there topless wearing just bikini bottoms.
        Then the judges return.
        “It is very hard for us to decide in this contest as we need only six finalists,” Sarvesh said.
        “But there are only six of us in the contest,” I protested.
        “That’s right Shanti. So you have all made the final. Isn’t that good?”
        “Good for them or us,” I said to Amita next to me.
        “This is Bull Shit!” Jenny laughed.

        So the water boys returned with their water buckets and after what happened to them the first time, now they really made sure we were completely wet. More than one of us got the bucket poured over our heads.
        The judging was again much the same as before with more feeling up along the way. At one point Joseph was even giving my pussy a feel up through my bikini. I was not the only one they did that to either.
        Then Mike announced that we had to remove our bikini bottoms.
        “Why do you need these off?” I challenged him. “Aren’t you supposed to be judging our tits?”
        “No Shanti,” Mike replied. “A wet T-shirt contest is a beauty contest. We need to view the whole package.”
        “OK then,” I shrugged as I reached down to pull my bikini off.
        I turned to Mandara and said, “This contest is nothing like a real Wet T-shirt contest. These guys are making it up as they go along.”
        She just smiled back at me as she began removing her bikini bottom too.
        With us now all naked the two judges came along for some more judging. Suddenly Peter and Steve joined in too.
        “Hey! What are those two doing?” Jenny asked. “You guys are not judges.”
        “Oh, we are now the judge’s assistants,” Steve explained with a grin.
        “And I am Father Christmas,” I replied.
        “No you're not,” Peter laughed. “Your beard is not long enough.”
        Then I heard Amita next to me say, “Leave them, Shanti. I’m kind of enjoying this.”
        “Ok,” Jenny told them with a grin. “You two do your judge’s assisting.”
        Steve was now on his knees in front of me his face only inches away from my pussy.
        “Now what are you doing?” I asked him looking down at him. “Are you going to eat me now?”
        “Just inspecting your pussy,” he laughed.
        “Oh well, I suppose I’d better give you a good look then.”
        I reached down and pulled the lips apart showing him deep inside.
        Next, to me, Amita saw what I was doing. With a giggle, she reached down and did the same for Peter who was giving her pussy an inspection. Then she was thrusting two fingers into herself.
        “Here, do you want a taste too?” she said as she held her wet fingers out in front of him. As he leaned forward she grabbed his head pulling him further forward so he fell forward, his face pressing into her pussy. With both hands she pulled him closer, rubbing his face against her pussy.
        He was struggling to get away but in that awkward position, he couldn't get away until two men came to his rescue.
        “What are you up to?” Sarvesh asked his wife.
        “Just giving him some pussy,” she laughed back.
        As Peter struggled to stand up, Amita turned to me and said, “That was fun! Maybe we should make them all do that.”

        Finally, they came to the part where they announced the winner. “The judges can’t decide the winner,” said Mike. “So we are making you all first-equal.”
        Sarvesh added, “Your prize is you get to keep the T-shirts.”
        “Well that was a total waste of time,” I said. “You might as well have just given us the T-shirts to start with.”
        “And miss all the fun you had Shanti,” said Mike.
        “I think you guys had more fun than us,” said Sharon. “You were the ones feeling and perving our tits and pussies.”
        Jenny added, “I think it was just a big excuse to get us all naked again.”
        “And do you have any problem with that Jenny,” Peter asked.
        “No, not really,” she laughed.
        “Well since we are all nude and wet. I think we should be doing the swimming,” Lizamoa said.
        Soon we were all in the water except Amita and Sarvesh who had got dressed and to go check when dinner would be ready.

        Amita had returned and she announced that dinner was ready so wearing just our togs, we went into the house to enjoy another great meal which had been prepared for us. I think the girls serving the table might have been a bit surprised to see us like that wearing bikinis, particularly us Indian girls.
        After the meal, we retired to the lounge to continue our storytelling fun. The last person to choose a letter was Sharon.

Sarvesh – Letter 38 Part B     Partner Swapping Two Part B.

        “Lizamoa, when I read about how you make love with Joseph and with Mike I notice with both men you do it differently.”
        “Yes, Sharon,” replied Lizamoa. “Both men are wonderful men and both men are great lovers. But they are different men so why should they make the love games the same way?”
        “How are they different in bed?”
        “Well with Joseph, as my husband he is the head of the house. When we found another way so in the bed I am the one telling what to do mostly. With Mike it is different, with him, he is usually the one in charge and I am happy to be following. He also tells me that with Shanti they are different too.”
        “I noticed that too when we had the threesome the other day,” said Amita. “Mike and you Lizamoa were so aggressive I was afraid they might both get hurt.”
        “Yes that time we were really going for it weren’t we,” said Mike. “But it’s not always like that. The first time we were together it was nice and gentle while in the other room, Joseph and Shanti were like sex animals. It just depends on our mood for each other.”
        “Thanks, Mike!” I told him. “You could have put that better.”
        “Sorry Shanti and Joseph. More aggressive than we were.”
        “I agree with you, Mike. I think when we are together we seem to know what the other wants to do and we seem to meet that need,” added Lizamoa.
        “What do you like most about Mike?” Amita asked.
        “His hairy body. He is the hairiest man I have ever seen. I know being hair on a man can turn many women off but not with me. I like to run my fingers through it and hold him against me.”
        “Yes I like that too,” I added. “Like a great big teddy bear, you said.”
        “Yes, that is the one - the big teddy bear. He also likes to have his beard scratched too. He will lay there and let you do it all day – almost purring like the big pussy cat. I like doing that to him too.”
        “So what do you like best about Joseph,” asked Amita.
        Lizamoa looked over at Joseph for a moment. He had suddenly taken more interest in the conversation.
        “With Joseph, I like getting up close to him – having him with his arms around me. He is so big and strong against me and he makes me feel so small – almost I am feeling like a little girl.
        He is different too because he does not have the hairy body. As you know he has the chest very smooth and almost no hair. I like that too. He feels so smooth to touch him.”
        “I also like to touch his strong muscles. He does not do the working out, like you Steve, but he is very strong because he does hard work.”
        “Aren’t you forgetting one thing, Lizamoa?” asked Jenny.
        “What Jenny? I don’t understand.”
        “That massive cock he has,” said Jenny rather bluntly.
        “Oh!” replied Lizamoa with a giggle. “That one too.”

Which Stories Are True?

        “So if all of these stories are actually true events happening, are there any in the book which are not true?” asked Mandara.
        “Yes there are a few,” I admitted. “The story in Letter 9 Free Show at the Beach. is not really true. I did go to the beach with those three girls but that day we very much kept our bikinis on all the time. But going to the beach and sitting there in my bikini doesn’t sound very exciting does it?”
        “And I have one too,” added Joseph. “The girl on the train in Letter 6 The Girl on the Train. was a made-up story. Yes, there was a girl and yes she fell asleep and yes her leg was against mine. When she woke up and noticed she moved it away.”
        “And the story in Letter 21 Alone on the Beach. about me being alone on the beach was one which Mike wrote too.” I then explained, “It was true, I did have a bad day but instead of going to the beach alone I was talking to Mike over the internet. While we were writing to each other he came up with this story to excite me. Later we wrote it out developing it into the story for this letter.
        “Other than that I think most of our stories are fairly well based on fact except often the conversation and fine details have been improved to make the story more readable and enjoyable.”
        I explained, “You must remember that originally we did not intend to swap real-life sexy stories. Joseph said we could swap any stories. Here where is it?”
        I took the book off Sharon who was still holding it.
        "Here it is in letter 4:- 'Yes that is what I am saying. I want to talk about the many different sexy things. Stories, things we have been doing, or things we are dreaming. I like reading and hearing the sexy things.’"
        Joseph added, “I didn’t really think we would ever have so many sexy adventures and so the idea was just to share stories to make the letters more interesting. Once Lizamoa and Mike became involved things began to take off all by themselves. There was no more need to make up stories as we had enough real ones.”

        “Thank you, guys” said Amita. “It is a wonderful collection of letters and stories.”
        “There is just one thing, which I think many of us would agree on,” began Peter. “You have openly shared with us all of these adventures and included us in some as well. Some of these stories have involved some very personal times together in your marriages. We want to thank you four for doing that too.”
        There were nods of agreement all around to Peter’s statement. Then suddenly they all gave us a round of applause which kind of surprised the four of us.
        And then Jenny said, “And it all started in that one question in Letter One: - What did you mean in your advert by “broad-minded conversation?”
        “That’s where it all started but it’s not over yet,” added Mike.
        “Yes I hope I get some more Nooky before we leave India,” added Steve.
        “There you go with that word again Steve,” said Jenny. “We thought you had forgotten that.”
        “No I haven’t,” he laughed. “Nooky! Nooky! Nooky! I love that. Isn’t that a neat word?”
        “Oh! No! Not again!” said Sharon holding hands over her ears.
        We all laughed at that to end an interesting afternoon and evening.

        So again it is, park my pen time.
                With love and kisses,
                        Mike and Shanti.

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