Story 74 Part C Fun in the Guest House.

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Part B – Sarvesh and Mandara Had Fun Too.

        You will remember how in the first part of this story, Amita and Mandara decided to swap husbands for sex. Then in the second part, we saw how Jeevan and Amita did in the first bedroom. Now in this, the third and final part, we follow Mandara and Sarvesh into the second bedroom.

Hi, Sarvesh and Mandara here.
Sarvesh:-

        Someone needs to complete Amita’s story since she does not know the details of what happened with us. I talked with Mandara about this and she suggested we do it together like we did for those earlier stories of Letter 57. We met at the warehouse office where Amita would not know and this is the story we wrote.
        What we didn't know was that while Mandara was in my office, my wife was in Jeevan's office with him. That is until one day, Mandara and I walked out of my office to come face to face with Jeevan and Amita leaving his office. We sat in the office lunchroom having a coffee while we laughed about our attempts to hide our writing from each other.

        It was a nice surprise what the girls had arranged for us. I did wonder why the change of sleeping arrangements but I never bothered questioning her about them. Sometimes with women, it is wise to go along with their planning when it comes to domestic things. I know this is true between Amita and myself.
        When the girls decided to go to bed early they said we should go too, but I started to arrange something for us guys. When I looked over at Amita, she gave me 'The Look.' You know the one – ‘Do what I say or else.’ I thought maybe they had something planned for us but then decided they would have told us if they had. Sorry, Amita.
        Quickly I changed my plan. I suggested the other two couples might watch a movie and I went off with Jeevan. We were soon in the spa waiting for the girls. They arrived soon afterwards and I noticed a slight look of disappointment on Amita’s face before she smiled and told us they wanted to rinse off under the shower before joining us. Mandara told me later we put our foot in it again by getting naked and jumping in too quickly. Again, sorry Amita.
        Oh wow, what happened then was just so much, so hot and so sexy. Pulling each other under the shower, soaking wet saris, peeling them off each other, then those kisses. It had me rock hard and I bet Jeevan was too. They got each other off too. That orgasm Amita had, so strong it nearly knocked her off her feet, lucky Mandara was there to catch hold of her.
        Then after that sexy fun under the shower, they joined us in the spa. It was then they informed us we were partner swapping that night. A bit of a surprise, a bit of a shock actually, but then I realised why the sleeping arrangements had been changed and everything made sense again.
        When we did that partner swapping before while you from New Zealand were touring India with us, it was fun and sexy. I was now excited knowing we were doing it again. I like Mandara, we have always got on OK although, being a man, I am more close to her husband Jeevan than to her. She is friendly and nice to talk to and she has been a good friend with my wife. Always she is happy to be involved with what is going on. I had never had her with me in the bed so I was happy for her as my bed partner for the night.
        But I almost made a mistake with Amita when I asked if we had a choice. It became an awkward moment, a stand-off of authority between us. I wasn’t intending that for a moment it looked to be turning bad. Luckily it became a joke when I said I’d rather Mandara to Jeevan in my bed, so we laughed and the moment passed. As I said above, with Amita I should know better than to do that. A third sorry Amita.

Mandara:-

        When we arranged for our partner swapping I was able to do a lot of thinking about what we might do. I know you have done this Lizamoa, planning in great detail, and it has worked out well for you too. After we went to the bedroom it was my idea to build the events from less exciting to more exciting as we progressed. This way our enjoyment would come in waves increasingly after each other. But in my plan, I forgot to allow for the male enthusiasm of Sarvesh.
        Our little shower showing and the events which followed in the spa pool had taken away the possible idea of undressing each other and showering together which is the usual way swapping will start. But it did leave us both in the state of higher excitement and expectation of what was to come.
        My plan was for us to do the oral first on each other. I lay beside him and started to work on his cock. He was ready and hard for me. I had taken my time moving across his body, starting at his ear and neck, down to his chest and male nipples and finally down to him. Now while holding him with one hand I was doing the licking around the top and around the head. My intention was to take it slowly, arousing each other and enjoying each stage fully.
        I think he became impatient and even frustrated by this. He asked if he could be doing the same for me at the same time. I thought this idea was OK so I said yes too. We moved to new positions so we were doing a sort of 69 but instead on our sides.
        Maybe this was a mistake because Sarvesh wasn’t being slowly like me as he used his finger to open me and press in with his tongue. Almost from the first, he contacted my clit. Very quickly I was building fast. I thought to stop but then I didn’t. Before I knew what happened my orgasm had arrived.
        As the enjoyment and excitement, while it lasted, I lost control of what I was doing. As I came out of my cum I suddenly realised he was filling my mouth with his cum. I could smell the male of him. Taste the salty taste of him. He was straight behind me, his orgasm following mine closely.
        We rolled apart both feeling good for what had just happened.
        “How was that for you?” he asked.
        “It was good Sarvesh,” I said. “But it was not how I planned it would be.”
        “Oh, how did you plan?”
        I told him what my plan was for us to build with the oral and cum with full intercourse.
        “We can still follow your plan Mandara,” he replied.
        “Can we?”
        “Yes just give us some time to recover then we can do the second part.”
        “OK,” I agreed but for me from then on my plan had been abandoned.

Sarvesh:-

        The oral sex session was good. Really good for both of us, but I think I might have messed up Mandara’s plan. I decided next time I better slow down and let her lead. Oh dear, I seem to be saying sorry to everyone in this letter. Sorry, Mandara.
        Now I was on my side looking at Mandara who lay on her back beside me. I was thinking she was very different to my wife Amita. I usually like taller, slim women but she was very different to this but not without her own features too. With you Sharon, you had the larger breasts but your body was slimmer and you are tall. Mandara also has the beautiful large breasts but her body is fuller and she is a lot shorter. She also had large nipples, which I had been sucking during the foreplay, with large dark rings around them which contrasted with the lighter brown of her breasts.
        She didn’t take long to recover before she was ready for more. Her hand came to me and was soon working with my cock to gain a new state of arousal. I was excited by this evening and quickly I had again achieved the erection we required.

        She was onto me and she sat upright as she took my cock inside and then she fell forward so our bodies were against each other. In this position, the sex was good because we both had strong contact to make us excited and I knew we would not be long to cum.
        Mostly it was Mandara moving her hips to make the movements but I was also helping by using the spring of the bed to press back at her. The hard shaft of my cock was rubbing against the hard of her clit and I could also feel the wet grip she had on me. Soon the feeling of this began to turn to the feelings of my approaching cum. The power of this kept growing and I also knew it was growing inside her too.
        As we continued she again rose to a sitting position, leaning forward so her breasts hung over me. I like to have the lovemaking like this. It is a nice way for both. I can look at her and see her face, see her breasts moving in time to the movements of her against my cock. I can reach up to touch her and feel the breast. It is nice doing this. But it is good for Mandara too. She can watch me, watch my body and read my passion. She can reach down and touch my body too but mostly she was using her arms to support herself.
        Still, her hips continued that steady motion, building both of us as her pussy and clit rubbed in contact with my cock. It was good sex, the feelings were good and I knew this was going well for both of us. When I think about it now I am surprised at the energy we had for each other. I know in Mandara’s case she was wet all over, soaking with sweat from her exhaustion by the time we had finished.
        The finish did finally come. I felt I was close and somehow she must have known it too because suddenly she increased her efforts and I felt the extra pressure she applied to my cock, the extra grip her pussy gave to me, the extra speed in which her hips moved. It caused my cock to press deep inside her with each stroke. The hard of my shaft moved against her clit. It was much better, too good in fact because immediately I fell the cum burst from my cock sending the pleasure of my orgasm through my body.
        My cum was spent. All the while the woman above me had continued pumping my cock with her pussy. Those same strong powerful strokes sending me deep inside her each time. I was beginning to think she would not make it before my cock began to retract but I was wrong. She gave a cry, her whole body shuddered and she fell forward onto me. All attempt at continuing was now gone. I tried to hump at her to help her, try and make it better for her but by now I was past doing that too.
        It didn’t really matter. I knew her orgasm had been a good one, probably as powerful as mine. She lay on top of me as the last shudders of her climax left her body. Her face was close to my ear and I could hear the quickness of her breath as she was still breathing heavily. It took some time before she was ready to move. Then it was not to get off me but to bring her face to my face as she kissed me right on the mouth.
        “Oh, Sarvesh. This was very good,” she whispered.
        “Yes,” I managed to reply. “It was good.”
        Not long after that, she slipped off me. But it was not to part from me, it was to lay beside me with her body still against me, her breasts pressed against me, one leg over mine so I felt her pussy mound pressed against my thigh.
        I tried to adjust my position to make myself more comfortable when she noticed what I was doing.
        “Here let me do that,” she said.
        She reached up over me to adjust the pillow under my head. As she did one of her breasts almost touched my face. I could see a nipple inches above me. Playfully I reached up and took it with my mouth. She jumped back in surprise and the nipple slipped away from me.
        “Are you still hungry?” she laughed.
        “No, not really.”
        “Ok,” she sighed as she settled down against me again.
        That was how we fell asleep. She was very quickly into her sleep as I could hear her breathing drift into the gentle breath of sleep. I could feel her body relaxed against me.
        I thought about this lovely woman beside me. I thought about the other women I had been within the last few years and I realised they had all been different, they all had given me great sex and allowed me to give back great sex in return. It had been exciting these new adventures my wife and I had been pulled into. I know it had been good for our marriage too. Our sex was better, and more exciting too with the many things we had tried and learnt.

Mandara:-

        We didn’t wake up until late but this time there was no hurry to get out of the bed. I heard Amita had arranged with Katrina for a late breakfast and she has also told the other couples the same. So I knew we had time to make some more fun with each other. I had been the leader with things the night before and it had been sexy for both and so I wanted to allow him to be the leader and be the one on top too. I knew he would be happy for this too. I was surprised when instead he wanted to do something different.
        “We are going to play a game I know you will like, Mandara,” Sarvesh said.
        “Oh?” I asked. “What game is this?”
        “You know the game. The one where we make up a story as we cum.”
        “Yes,” I replied as I realised what he meant. “Jeevan and I play that a lot.”
        “And I remember once you played it with Mike too.”
        “Yes, I did.”
        “Ok, do you remember Shanti’s story about the beach?”
        “The one when she puts the show for that man? We got that not very long ago.” (See Letter/Story 65)
        “Yes, that is the one,” Sarvesh said. “It can be us there too.”
        “What am I wearing?”
        “Of course the most sexy bikini. I like that.”
        “Ok, I have my sexy bikini, resting back against you,” I said.
        “The man comes down the beach and passes very slowly. I want you to talk with him, asking him so he stops.”
        “Ok, I have asked him.”
        “No! No, don’t tell me. Do it!” Sarvesh said.
        “Ahhh Hi,” I said not sure what to say. It felt funny talking to someone who wasn’t there.
        “Now Mandara he has stopped and said ‘Hi’ back. He has also said you are very beautiful too.”
        “Thank you,” I tell this imaginary man. “You can sit down if you want.”
        “This man is very naughty because he says, ‘That bikini looks great on you but I am wondering what you would look like with it off,’” Sarvesh said.
        This was an interesting twist to his story, I thought. I was wondering for a few moments what to say because I knew I would say I was going to take the bikini off. But before I could reply, Sarvesh continued.
        “You are going to take your bikini off now. You want to show him your body. Which are you talking off first?”
        “My bikini top,” I told him my voice hardly more than a whisper. The thought of this was starting to get me excited now.
        “Ok, you have the top off now.”
        “Yes, my top is off.”
        “He can see you topless, see your naked breasts and enjoying them too.”
        “I want him to see. I want to show him.”
        “What do you want to show?”
        “My breasts. I want to show my breasts. And my nipples.”
        “Then he tells you, ‘Those big breasts are amazing. I love your big hard nipples.’”
        Your hand comes up and you touch them.
        “Oh!” I gasped. This was so sexy.
        “Do it, Mandara. Play with your nipple while this man is watching you.”
        I brought my hand up to my breast. My fingers running over the soft swelling flesh until I find my nipple. I brushed my fingers over and around it. Taking the nipple between my thumb and finger, I squeeze it and pull on it. It feels so good that I couldn't help giving a soft moan.

        “Now what happens next, Mandara?”
        “It is my bikini bottom next. I must have that off now.”
        “OK, you can take your bikini bottom off. Show him your lovely pussy too.”
        By now Sarvesh's hand had come up to my other breast. He was playing with my nipple, just running his fingers over it, touching me there. His fingers replace mine on my first breast, touching that nipple too. Touching them both now, making them come alive like hard, erect nubs. It felt good too. I couldn’t help sending my hand down to my pussy.
        “What is happening now?” Sarvesh asks me.
        “I am naked now. You have your hands. One is onto my breast and touching onto the nipple and the other to the secrets of my pussy.”
        “What is the man doing?”
        “He is sitting watching us.”
        “Tell him he must get nude while he is watching us.”
        I hesitated for a moment and then said, “You have to get naked too. You can touch your cock while you watch us.”
        “Is he naked now?” Sarvesh asked.
        “Yes,” I replied. “He is nude as well with the hand on to his cock.”
        “Are we going to make him cum watching us?”
        “Yes I want him to make a cum,” I replied.
        “Are you going to make a cum too, Mandara?”
        “Yes. Yes, I want that one too.”
        “Now there are other people on the beach. A man and a woman have stopped to watch too. Do you want them to watch you?”
        “I want them to watch. Everyone can watch me.”
        “I am playing with your pussy Mandara. I have pulled the lips. He is looking and seeing everything. Do you want him to see?”
        “Yes! I want to show all my pussy. I want him to see the pink inside.”
        By now I was getting so turned on with what we were talking about. It’s amazing how just talking like this can be so exciting. I was so wet now and I knew this would not take long for me to cum. I wondered about him because he was still touching my breasts but made no effort to touch his own cock. I thought the idea of the storytelling game was for us both to cum. Then I decided that maybe he only wanted me to cum first. So since I was now so close my hand increased its speed as I worked at my wet pussy.

        “Now you are going to do something more,” he told me.
        “What, Sarvesh? What am to going to do?”
        “You are going to fuck me.”
        “Oh!” I gasped. This was a surprise that he had used that word. In Shanti’s story, she had just put on a show. This was going further.
        “You are going to get onto me. Take my hard cock and push it into your wet pussy.”
        The way he was talking was getting to me now. Talking like that, using those dirty words was sexy now. The thought of doing that in front of these strangers was also so hot too. I could feel my body responding now. I was only moments before I would go into my cum.
        “Now you are fucking with me Mandara. You are having the sex while people are watching.”
        “Oh... Fucking you...”
        “He can see up between our legs. See what we are doing.”
        I didn’t say anything. I was too far gone to talk now. I just kept pumping my pussy with my hand as he continued with the story.
        “He can look up between our legs and see my cock sliding into your pussy,” Sarvesh said.
        I gasped at that and gave a soft moan. This was so hot! So sexy.
        “The couple next to us are watching you. The two girls are watching too.”
        For a moment that made me think. Two girls? Wasn’t it two guys in the story? Anyway, I didn’t care now. I didn’t care who was watching. I wanted them to watch and see us.
        “The man can see up to your pussy. He can see my cock.”
        I gave a moan as a pre-orgasm spasm swept through me...
        “He can watch my cock slipping into your wet pussy. He can see you fucking with me.”
        I gasped. The thought of someone seeing that. See this cock going into me was almost too much. I could feel my cum building now. At any moment I would go over.
        “You know he is watching you Mandara. He is looking at your pussy. See you with my cock going in.”
        “Oh!” I moaned as my body gave a shudder.
        “He can see my cock fucking your pussy,” Sarvesh said in my ear.
        “You like that, don't you?”
        That was it! That was what made my cum burst onto me. My fingers dug deep into my wet pussy. I let out a cry and my whole body trembled with the pleasure of this powerful orgasm. By keeping moving my fingers I made it last longer than usual until finally my peak passed and I began to relax.

        I was still recovering from that when I felt him move. He slipped out from behind me so I lay back against the pillow. Then he was on top of me. He quickly found my pussy and I felt his cock slip into me. I realised that he was going to finish off this way now.
        The sex that followed was hard and rough. He was pounding into me, driving deep into my wet pussy. It was so good that soon I knew my next cum was building. As he kept driving into me with his cock I was trying to help as best I could but now I don’t think I was doing much good. Soon my climax overtook me and my second cum for that morning burst out onto me. This one was good, maybe not as intense and powerful as the first but I was happy.
        As he rolled off me I lay there breathing heavily from what we had done. It was then that it hit me. He had still not cum. A glance told me that he was still hard.
        “What about you Sarvesh?” I asked him. “Why didn’t you cum?”
        “I didn’t want to Mandara. I was just doing it for you. I can cum now when you are ready.”
        “Oh!” I replied a bit confused and a bit surprised.

Sarvash:-

        I didn’t cum then because I wanted to finish my night with Mandara with a position which I like the best. This is the one position I had learnt from you New Zealanders and it was popular with Amita and me now. You all know this way.
        I got her to lay on her side with the back to me. I arranged for her to bend her legs so her bottom my pressed to my pelvis. It is surprising how this exposes her pussy to the hard erection I was having. It is easy for me to find her and enter her from here. She knew this position, she had done it before I think.
        I slipped into her easily when she was so wet and went into her deeply. I wanted to enjoy this so I had no intention of rushing it. Nice slow strokes I took nice slow strokes too. I enjoyed the way her thighs held her pussy tight in this position. When I entered her it felt tight as her pussy gripped me.
        Yes, I know my intention was to make this last for my enjoyment but this wasn’t to be when I discovered my cum came quickly and soon I was once again filling my cum into her. She realised this and pressed her behind back against me taking me even deeper into herself.
        I enjoy doing this way because it always provides intense orgasms and in this case, it didn’t disappoint. It made a good ending to my sex with Mandara. I was happy with my cum and happy to end in this way. Oh, I am not saying sorry for that in case you were wondering.

        Yes, my night with Mandara was good. I think we both agreed we have been good with each other and I had come to know there was another very good sex partner I could be with when I wanted. We did take that idea again as Amita was ready to swap and join with Jeevan again too. So now we regularly swap with each partner and have the sex with the other’s wife. I know the girls are very willing for this too.
        So I must end this story which all four of us have provided too. Amita told me she had only meant to write a short one but as we became involved in the writing it was growing into this very much longer letter/story. (See Letter/Story 65)
        I am happy to be seeing this going off to you Shanti so you can share our adventures with our New Zealand friends. I think it is a bit erotic how we share the very sexual things like this. For example, if Shanti hadn't shared her story then I would never thought about using the idea with Mandara. One story became another story.
        I am also waiting to see what the email in return will contain. I hope a good story will be there too but I also hope there will be some good comments about our story too.

          Goodbye from,
                Sarvesh and Amita,
                        And Jeevan and Mandara.

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