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Hi everyone, Sarvesh here.
What a trip! And it all worked out so well, considering how many people were involved. I had arranged a lot of it with Susan from our Head Office. She did much of the work, made the phone calls, looked up online, and talked with those from our company in Australia and New Zealand. It was a lot of work.
I also had attended the school for much of the last week, working with Riya and the teachers to ensure the children continued their lessons. We ended up having a little travelling school, which the children enjoyed.
Now it was all over, and we were heading home, back to India.
What a trip! And it all worked out so well, considering how many people were involved. I had arranged a lot of it with Susan from our Head Office. She did much of the work, made the phone calls, looked up online, and talked with those from our company in Australia and New Zealand. It was a lot of work.
I also had attended the school for much of the last week, working with Riya and the teachers to ensure the children continued their lessons. We ended up having a little travelling school, which the children enjoyed.
Now it was all over, and we were heading home, back to India.
On the way home, in Perth, we had been the guests of Fred and Ginger at their beautiful house overlooking the ocean. What a spectacular location. The sunset that first night, I’ve never seen anything like it.
That evening, we had a barbecue outside, followed by some sex with Ginger bent over the table. It seems that it is a favourite position for Fred, and Ginger was well used to doing it like that.
I loved how she was bent over, presenting her ass to me. I reached down between her cheeks to discover that she was wetting and willing for me. I pressed between the cheeks and pushed against the softness of her pussy lips. I could see how they opened around my cock and allowed me to enter her.
I could watch my cock pull back, slipping out until almost all of it was exposed, pushing forward to see it going almost all the way in. That was so hot to watch. An inspiration, you might say.
It felt good too, and I’m sorry to say I cum a lot quicker than I intended. I think I gave her a pretty big load too, as I could see it leaking from her pussy lips.
Fred went next, in the same position, but this time the woman was Amita. Yes, my naughty wife. She was bent over the table waiting for him to take the same way I had with Ginger, while we sat around watching as Fred pumped her from behind with his cock. She loved it, cumming a couple of times before he finally delivered.
See, I told you she was naughty!
That evening, we had a barbecue outside, followed by some sex with Ginger bent over the table. It seems that it is a favourite position for Fred, and Ginger was well used to doing it like that.
I loved how she was bent over, presenting her ass to me. I reached down between her cheeks to discover that she was wetting and willing for me. I pressed between the cheeks and pushed against the softness of her pussy lips. I could see how they opened around my cock and allowed me to enter her.
I could watch my cock pull back, slipping out until almost all of it was exposed, pushing forward to see it going almost all the way in. That was so hot to watch. An inspiration, you might say.
It felt good too, and I’m sorry to say I cum a lot quicker than I intended. I think I gave her a pretty big load too, as I could see it leaking from her pussy lips.
Fred went next, in the same position, but this time the woman was Amita. Yes, my naughty wife. She was bent over the table waiting for him to take the same way I had with Ginger, while we sat around watching as Fred pumped her from behind with his cock. She loved it, cumming a couple of times before he finally delivered.
See, I told you she was naughty!
Following Amita's example, it was Paula’s turn to be taken the same way by Jeevan. Finally, Donald was with Mandara. Four sex sessions to watch, all eight of us involved, all in the same position, being watched by the rest of us. I liked that.
Soon we were sitting in the evening, looking out over the ocean and up at the stars as they came out. Fred had a very nice local wine, which we enjoyed with some snacks Ginger had made. It was a nice way to spend the evening.
Soon we were sitting in the evening, looking out over the ocean and up at the stars as they came out. Fred had a very nice local wine, which we enjoyed with some snacks Ginger had made. It was a nice way to spend the evening.
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The next morning, they took us down to their private beach for a swim. In private, I mean, it was closed to the general public as private property had to be crossed to gain access, making it only available to the few dozen surrounding houses. He had warned Amita and me that it would be a nude beach, but we already knew that from being here on our way to New Zealand.
Going nude down at this beach was the norm, and that had my wife turned on and gave me an amazing sex session the night before as she fantasised about showing her naked body to many strangers. I wonder why the women get off on that? I had always thought it would have been certain kinky men who get off flashing naked. Now these women wanted to do it; in fact, they couldn’t get enough of it.
There was a short walk along one of the private roads of the estate before we took the track down to this beach. The track became steep in places, with steps cut to make the steep slope safer. On the beach, we found about twenty other people - quite a lot for such a small bay. Of course, since they were all naked, we were happy to be the same. Especially Amita, who couldn’t wait to get her bikini off.
Her top landed beside me, quickly followed by her bikini bottom, and she was standing there naked, waiting for us to join her. Let me explain further.
Ginger wasn’t wearing anything under her outer clothes, so she got naked quickly. Mandara and Amita wore a bikini under their outer clothes, while Paula wore a one-piece. All four of them were fully intended to get naked, even before they left the house, and I was interested to watch when they would do it.
We weren't too far from some others, friends of theirs, where Fred and Ginger found a place to sit on the beach. We laid out a ground sheet, then laid towels over that. One of the men nearby, Fred, introduced as a businessman who owned a supply company supporting the Australian military. I found him interesting to talk to and was invited to visit his company that afternoon.
There was a short walk along one of the private roads of the estate before we took the track down to this beach. The track became steep in places, with steps cut to make the steep slope safer. On the beach, we found about twenty other people - quite a lot for such a small bay. Of course, since they were all naked, we were happy to be the same. Especially Amita, who couldn’t wait to get her bikini off.
Her top landed beside me, quickly followed by her bikini bottom, and she was standing there naked, waiting for us to join her. Let me explain further.
Ginger wasn’t wearing anything under her outer clothes, so she got naked quickly. Mandara and Amita wore a bikini under their outer clothes, while Paula wore a one-piece. All four of them were fully intended to get naked, even before they left the house, and I was interested to watch when they would do it.
We weren't too far from some others, friends of theirs, where Fred and Ginger found a place to sit on the beach. We laid out a ground sheet, then laid towels over that. One of the men nearby, Fred, introduced as a businessman who owned a supply company supporting the Australian military. I found him interesting to talk to and was invited to visit his company that afternoon.
See, my husband can't resist;
Wherever he goes, he gets into talking business!
Amita.
Wherever he goes, he gets into talking business!
Amita.
While we met and were talking with these other people, my wife began to undress. First off came her blouse, showing the tiny bikini top she wore underneath. Next, off came her shorts, which she slowly pulled down her thighs, revealing the tiny bikini bottom she wore. She removed her bikini top next, reaching behind her to undo the back clip before lifting it over her head. There were her naked breasts, not as large as some but crowned with those large dark nipples I love to suck. As she reached up to pull the bikini top off, her breasts were raised, pointing out at all of us looking. Yes, many were looking as she had the attention of almost everyone nearby.
Last came her bikini bottom. Still standing, facing everyone, she pushed the bottom down with her hands from each hip while more and more of her pussy was exposed. Finally, she pushed it to the ground and stepped out of it. All this time, she has continued her conversation with Ginger as if she were aware of the great show she was putting on for all of us.
See, I told you she was naughty! Almost as bad as Shanti.
Last came her bikini bottom. Still standing, facing everyone, she pushed the bottom down with her hands from each hip while more and more of her pussy was exposed. Finally, she pushed it to the ground and stepped out of it. All this time, she has continued her conversation with Ginger as if she were aware of the great show she was putting on for all of us.
See, I told you she was naughty! Almost as bad as Shanti.
We quickly followed, removing our own clothes before heading down the beach to the water.
They all had their shirts and shorts off at about the same time. That left Ginger naked, Mandara in a sexy bikini and Paula in a one-piece.
I was watching how Paula peeled her swimsuit down her body, showing more and more of it. First, her large breasts fell out, and as she pushed the swimsuit below her hips, her pussy was revealed to us. Stripping like that was much better than her just being naked.
It is an ocean beach with larger waves, so it was fun enjoying each wave hitting and washing over us. I like swimming like that. What is better is watching the women. When a wave came in, the water was up around her body, so she was almost covered by the water. When the water went out, she was standing only up to her knees in the water. Being naked, well, you get the full effect of her nakedness.
We spent a few hours on that beach, enjoying the water, sitting, talking with others on the beach, and walking to the rocks at the far end. There was a place to climb up to another smaller beach with a nice cave, which the girls enjoyed exploring.
Finally, it was time to leave. I made arrangements to meet my new friend later that afternoon, and I would follow him to his factory and warehouse business.
They all had their shirts and shorts off at about the same time. That left Ginger naked, Mandara in a sexy bikini and Paula in a one-piece.
I was watching how Paula peeled her swimsuit down her body, showing more and more of it. First, her large breasts fell out, and as she pushed the swimsuit below her hips, her pussy was revealed to us. Stripping like that was much better than her just being naked.
It is an ocean beach with larger waves, so it was fun enjoying each wave hitting and washing over us. I like swimming like that. What is better is watching the women. When a wave came in, the water was up around her body, so she was almost covered by the water. When the water went out, she was standing only up to her knees in the water. Being naked, well, you get the full effect of her nakedness.
We spent a few hours on that beach, enjoying the water, sitting, talking with others on the beach, and walking to the rocks at the far end. There was a place to climb up to another smaller beach with a nice cave, which the girls enjoyed exploring.
Finally, it was time to leave. I made arrangements to meet my new friend later that afternoon, and I would follow him to his factory and warehouse business.
About 2 pm, the man arrived to pick me up. Jeevan came with us, and we went to his business. Being a supplier for the military, their warehouse was more involved in inventory control, as each part they stored had to be tracked by its serial number.
I got the details of the company that supplied their software with a view to seeing if they could improve our systems. Warehouse and stock control have become a problem as our company has grown. Missing a sale due to incorrect inventory is an area we need to improve on.
I got the details of the company that supplied their software with a view to seeing if they could improve our systems. Warehouse and stock control have become a problem as our company has grown. Missing a sale due to incorrect inventory is an area we need to improve on.
The following day, we were at the airport to leave for Singapore. Everyone was there on time, and we moved through the system as a group. The only problem was when Kalki’s little boy set off the security alarm when the steel buckles on his shoes were detected. Kalki had run straight through to comfort her child, which was a huge no-no!
I stepped forward to help, but I wasn’t needed. But the officers were good about it, realising what was happening. It all ended well.
I stepped forward to help, but I wasn’t needed. But the officers were good about it, realising what was happening. It all ended well.
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In Singapore, Jeevan and I were going to stay a few extra days on business. Our wives were staying with us. We went back to the same hotel we had stayed at on the way out. That is an amazing hotel, how that large pool is balanced across those three huge towers.
I was mildly surprised at how the women had arranged our sleeping arrangements. Our wives had swapped husbands. Yes, while I got Mandara with me, Jeevan got to be with my wife, Amita.
I like Mandara. I’ve known her for a very long time, perhaps longer than any woman in our group other than Amita. Mandara and Jeevan were a bit older than Amita and me. When we moved to this town, Jeevan gave Amita a job at his new rice shop. He had been a rice trader at the local market and was now trying to establish a shop to sell rice too. It wasn’t big, and originally, Mandara and Amita had run the shop between them while Jeevan kept his market stall.
I got a job as a teller assistant at the local bank. That wasn’t even a teller, just doing minor tasks in the bank, from cleaning the floor to sorting some of the mountain of paperwork they had in those days before computers took over. After a while, I began training to be a teller, filling in while the women were on their breaks and at lunch. I worked my way up from there.
I was mildly surprised at how the women had arranged our sleeping arrangements. Our wives had swapped husbands. Yes, while I got Mandara with me, Jeevan got to be with my wife, Amita.
I like Mandara. I’ve known her for a very long time, perhaps longer than any woman in our group other than Amita. Mandara and Jeevan were a bit older than Amita and me. When we moved to this town, Jeevan gave Amita a job at his new rice shop. He had been a rice trader at the local market and was now trying to establish a shop to sell rice too. It wasn’t big, and originally, Mandara and Amita had run the shop between them while Jeevan kept his market stall.
I got a job as a teller assistant at the local bank. That wasn’t even a teller, just doing minor tasks in the bank, from cleaning the floor to sorting some of the mountain of paperwork they had in those days before computers took over. After a while, I began training to be a teller, filling in while the women were on their breaks and at lunch. I worked my way up from there.
What is this?
Sarvesh, the bum boy in the bank. I love it!
Shanti.
Sarvesh, the bum boy in the bank. I love it!
Shanti.
So, back to my story. When we arrived in Singapore, our wives announced they were swapping husbands for our time visiting that city. That meant Mandara would be staying in my room, sleeping in my bed, in the full sense of that. She would also go along with me on my business appointments. Amita would be with Jeevan, even being with him when he visited our business interests around Singapore.
Of course, neither of us had children with us as they had returned to India, where Riya and Jasmine intended to look after them in our big house. They would have lots of back-up from the House Manager and staff. So, I was confident they would do well.
Mandara followed me to our room, throwing her suitcase on the bed before going to look around the room. It was a bigger room than before because, since we were staying for longer, we had upgraded to rooms higher up the tower.
“First off, a shower,” she announced to me. “Want to join me?”
A sexy woman like Mandara inviting me to shower with her, of course, I was in for that. I watched her open her bag and select something to wear afterwards, then she began undressing, right there in front of me. I was quick to follow her example.
Jeevan and Mandara were complete opposites to us in their body shapes. When Amita and I were slim and taller, they were shorter and a bit tubby. Her word, not mine. However, I must confess that both of them had taken a lot of effort to control their weight and looked a lot better and more professional since they had joined my business. It is funny how something that came naturally to Amita and me has always been a struggle for them. For Mandara, having four kids didn’t help either.
I watched her as I changed. Yes, I know, I have seen her naked or undressing hundreds of times and knew every part of her body well, but I still couldn't help watching. The bra fell away to reveal those large, full breasts. They hang and bite now, but that is understandable given their size.
Her panties slipped down, revealing her full pussy. Mandara and Jeevan were never into her shaving, other than the trimming to ensure she could wear her bikini bottom. She saw me watching and smiled, stepping across to me. Her hands reached up behind my neck, pulled her body hard against mine and my head down towards her. Our lips met with a passionate kiss.
Kissing is something I don’t usually do with the many women I share sex with. It is an unspoken thing between Amita and me that kissing is more private and personal. An intimate part of our marriage relationship is kept only for us. The only exception to this was with Mandara. She was a hugger and kisser. She hugged everyone and loved kissing. I had discussed it years ago with Amita, and she had told me, “That is Mandara. Just go with it. I don’t mind.”
So, I was comfortable returning her passion. My mouth opened to invite her tongue in, savouring the feeling that is generated. She is a great kisser, something I’m probably not so good at. But being with Mandara, I’d had to lift my game over the years, and my wife noticed and approved of my improved performance.
She broke away first, saying, “Come on, let's have that shower.”
Of course, neither of us had children with us as they had returned to India, where Riya and Jasmine intended to look after them in our big house. They would have lots of back-up from the House Manager and staff. So, I was confident they would do well.
Mandara followed me to our room, throwing her suitcase on the bed before going to look around the room. It was a bigger room than before because, since we were staying for longer, we had upgraded to rooms higher up the tower.
“First off, a shower,” she announced to me. “Want to join me?”
A sexy woman like Mandara inviting me to shower with her, of course, I was in for that. I watched her open her bag and select something to wear afterwards, then she began undressing, right there in front of me. I was quick to follow her example.
Jeevan and Mandara were complete opposites to us in their body shapes. When Amita and I were slim and taller, they were shorter and a bit tubby. Her word, not mine. However, I must confess that both of them had taken a lot of effort to control their weight and looked a lot better and more professional since they had joined my business. It is funny how something that came naturally to Amita and me has always been a struggle for them. For Mandara, having four kids didn’t help either.
I watched her as I changed. Yes, I know, I have seen her naked or undressing hundreds of times and knew every part of her body well, but I still couldn't help watching. The bra fell away to reveal those large, full breasts. They hang and bite now, but that is understandable given their size.
Her panties slipped down, revealing her full pussy. Mandara and Jeevan were never into her shaving, other than the trimming to ensure she could wear her bikini bottom. She saw me watching and smiled, stepping across to me. Her hands reached up behind my neck, pulled her body hard against mine and my head down towards her. Our lips met with a passionate kiss.
Kissing is something I don’t usually do with the many women I share sex with. It is an unspoken thing between Amita and me that kissing is more private and personal. An intimate part of our marriage relationship is kept only for us. The only exception to this was with Mandara. She was a hugger and kisser. She hugged everyone and loved kissing. I had discussed it years ago with Amita, and she had told me, “That is Mandara. Just go with it. I don’t mind.”
So, I was comfortable returning her passion. My mouth opened to invite her tongue in, savouring the feeling that is generated. She is a great kisser, something I’m probably not so good at. But being with Mandara, I’d had to lift my game over the years, and my wife noticed and approved of my improved performance.
She broke away first, saying, “Come on, let's have that shower.”
It was at that moment that the phone in our room rang. Mandara walked over and put it on speaker. It was Amita.
“Hey, guys,” she said cheerfully. “My Singapore husband and I are going up for a swim before we find somewhere for dinner. You guys want to come?”
Mandara looked over at me, and I nodded, ‘Yes.’
“We’re happy to join you,” Mandara replied. “We’ll be ready in a minute.”
“Hey, guys,” she said cheerfully. “My Singapore husband and I are going up for a swim before we find somewhere for dinner. You guys want to come?”
Mandara looked over at me, and I nodded, ‘Yes.’
“We’re happy to join you,” Mandara replied. “We’ll be ready in a minute.”
The shower was forgotten as Mandara returned to her bag to sort out a swimsuit. I noticed the one-piece was put aside in favour of a bikini.
“Wearing a bikini?” I asked.
“Yes, Amita will, so I intend to match her.”
Wearing her tiny yellow bikini always looked good on Amita. She had always had a body made for a bikini, but this blue-and-green bikini on Mandara was far more impressive. Those huge breasts, the way her top struggled to contain them. So much swelled out at the top that I wondered how far underneath her nipples would have been. Mandara knew the display she was putting on and was confident enough to show off like that when they were away at a place where she would be recognised.
These women, they really have a thing about showing themselves off in tiny bikinis, don’t they? But it is hot, and they look hot doing it. Then later, back in the bedroom, the sex is hot too. Ha! Ha!
I had my swim shorts, and she was watching as I pulled them up.
“Pity that nice cock has to be hidden,” she giggled.
“Pity about those big breasts that are hidden too,” I replied.
Her hands went to her bikini top, cupping her breasts. “They aren’t exactly hidden, Sarvesh.”
My hands joined her hands, my fingers running the swelling flesh exposed above. “They aren’t, are they?” I agreed.
I squeezed and played with her breasts. My efforts allowed a large dark nipple to spring from confinement. "Mmmm, even better now," I said as my fingers rubbed over it.
She gave a gasp, or was it a soft moan, at the sudden intimate contact. For a few more minutes, she allowed me to play, for she pulled my fingers away and replaced the bikini top as it was designed to be worn. Then her body gave a shudder as she pulled away.
“Come on, before we end up naked on that bed,” she said.
“That wouldn’t be a bad thing,” I replied.
“I know, but we’ve promised to go swimming with them.”
“One phone call will fix that,” as my hands reached for her breasts again.
“Come on, Sarvesh. Behave yourself,” she said, giving a hard slap on my bum.
“Behave myself! With all the flesh you are showing, how can I do that?”
I slipped on a shirt, and Mandara put on a beach cover, then, taking two towels, we left our room. Amita and Jeevan were waiting for us at the lift. They were over at the window looking at the view on the ocean side as we came up behind them.
“Fancy meeting you two here,” I greeted them with.
Amita was quick with a reply. “I was hoping to get away from my old husband, but he seems to be following me everywhere.”
We laughed as we walked back to the lifts.
“Wearing a bikini?” I asked.
“Yes, Amita will, so I intend to match her.”
Wearing her tiny yellow bikini always looked good on Amita. She had always had a body made for a bikini, but this blue-and-green bikini on Mandara was far more impressive. Those huge breasts, the way her top struggled to contain them. So much swelled out at the top that I wondered how far underneath her nipples would have been. Mandara knew the display she was putting on and was confident enough to show off like that when they were away at a place where she would be recognised.
These women, they really have a thing about showing themselves off in tiny bikinis, don’t they? But it is hot, and they look hot doing it. Then later, back in the bedroom, the sex is hot too. Ha! Ha!
I had my swim shorts, and she was watching as I pulled them up.
“Pity that nice cock has to be hidden,” she giggled.
“Pity about those big breasts that are hidden too,” I replied.
Her hands went to her bikini top, cupping her breasts. “They aren’t exactly hidden, Sarvesh.”
My hands joined her hands, my fingers running the swelling flesh exposed above. “They aren’t, are they?” I agreed.
I squeezed and played with her breasts. My efforts allowed a large dark nipple to spring from confinement. "Mmmm, even better now," I said as my fingers rubbed over it.
She gave a gasp, or was it a soft moan, at the sudden intimate contact. For a few more minutes, she allowed me to play, for she pulled my fingers away and replaced the bikini top as it was designed to be worn. Then her body gave a shudder as she pulled away.
“Come on, before we end up naked on that bed,” she said.
“That wouldn’t be a bad thing,” I replied.
“I know, but we’ve promised to go swimming with them.”
“One phone call will fix that,” as my hands reached for her breasts again.
“Come on, Sarvesh. Behave yourself,” she said, giving a hard slap on my bum.
“Behave myself! With all the flesh you are showing, how can I do that?”
I slipped on a shirt, and Mandara put on a beach cover, then, taking two towels, we left our room. Amita and Jeevan were waiting for us at the lift. They were over at the window looking at the view on the ocean side as we came up behind them.
“Fancy meeting you two here,” I greeted them with.
Amita was quick with a reply. “I was hoping to get away from my old husband, but he seems to be following me everywhere.”
We laughed as we walked back to the lifts.
Being later in the day, it was not so busy up at the pool, which was good, as we were able to find a seat to leave our gear on. It was only one seat, since we didn’t intend to stay, only up here for a swim and a chance for the naughty ladies to show off.
I took my shirt off as Mandara removed her beach coat. I saw that Jeevan and Amita were doing the same.
They stepped in front of us as we walked towards the pool. Mandara walked alongside me as we followed them. My eyes couldn’t stop looking at Amita. Her slim waist and tight butt looked good in that orange bikini.
“Orange! Not the yellow one?” I asked.
I felt an elbow dig me in the ribs, and a voice close to me said, “Hey, Sarvesh. Stop checking out other women.”
Amita and Jeevan heard that, too.
“Yeah, Sarvesh. Don’t you know it’s rude to do that in front of your wife?” Amita said.
Both women giggled at that. If they admitted the truth, they wanted to be checked out and enjoyed the comments, too.
We came to the steps down into the water. I noticed Jeevan took Amita’s hand as they walked down the steps. I watched how with each step the water climbed higher up her body until her butt and right up to her chest were hidden by the water.
I had paused to watch them, and Mandara had paused with me. Then I took her hand, and we stepped down to join them in the water.
On such a hot day, the water felt cold at first, but as our bodies got used to it, it felt good.
Jeevan and I followed the girls to the edge of the pool. They were leaning against the wall, looking at the view of the city buildings. I stepped up behind Mandara, my arms going around her across her chest.
“Mmmm,” she goes, pressing back against me.
One of my hands moved, going down over her belly, then pressing deep under her bikini bottom.
“Even better now,” she whispered back so only the three of us could hear.
Beside us, Jeevan and Amita are doing the same. The look on her face made me sure he must have found her clitty. Much more, and I knew an orgasm might be on the way. Out here, in a public place, and I knew Amita would have loved that.
But it didn't last for long. The girls twist around in our arms to face us, and we were standing close in a group of four. Of course, I couldn't touch Amita because she is not my Singapore wife. But my hands were having fun under the water, down the front of Mandara's bikini.
They weren't shy about getting at our cocks, too. First, through our shorts before getting them out. Of course, my cock was quick to respond to the attention.
It was nice in the water, enjoying the coolness of the water and the views of the city, but it was never our plan to stay long, as we had to find a place for dinner. But with the state of my cock, I had to push her away to give me time to recover before I could be seen out of the pool. Of course, both women were delighted with my embarrassing predicament, not hesitating to tease me mercilessly about it.
I took my shirt off as Mandara removed her beach coat. I saw that Jeevan and Amita were doing the same.
They stepped in front of us as we walked towards the pool. Mandara walked alongside me as we followed them. My eyes couldn’t stop looking at Amita. Her slim waist and tight butt looked good in that orange bikini.
“Orange! Not the yellow one?” I asked.
I felt an elbow dig me in the ribs, and a voice close to me said, “Hey, Sarvesh. Stop checking out other women.”
Amita and Jeevan heard that, too.
“Yeah, Sarvesh. Don’t you know it’s rude to do that in front of your wife?” Amita said.
Both women giggled at that. If they admitted the truth, they wanted to be checked out and enjoyed the comments, too.
We came to the steps down into the water. I noticed Jeevan took Amita’s hand as they walked down the steps. I watched how with each step the water climbed higher up her body until her butt and right up to her chest were hidden by the water.
I had paused to watch them, and Mandara had paused with me. Then I took her hand, and we stepped down to join them in the water.
On such a hot day, the water felt cold at first, but as our bodies got used to it, it felt good.
Jeevan and I followed the girls to the edge of the pool. They were leaning against the wall, looking at the view of the city buildings. I stepped up behind Mandara, my arms going around her across her chest.
“Mmmm,” she goes, pressing back against me.
One of my hands moved, going down over her belly, then pressing deep under her bikini bottom.
“Even better now,” she whispered back so only the three of us could hear.
Beside us, Jeevan and Amita are doing the same. The look on her face made me sure he must have found her clitty. Much more, and I knew an orgasm might be on the way. Out here, in a public place, and I knew Amita would have loved that.
But it didn't last for long. The girls twist around in our arms to face us, and we were standing close in a group of four. Of course, I couldn't touch Amita because she is not my Singapore wife. But my hands were having fun under the water, down the front of Mandara's bikini.
They weren't shy about getting at our cocks, too. First, through our shorts before getting them out. Of course, my cock was quick to respond to the attention.
It was nice in the water, enjoying the coolness of the water and the views of the city, but it was never our plan to stay long, as we had to find a place for dinner. But with the state of my cock, I had to push her away to give me time to recover before I could be seen out of the pool. Of course, both women were delighted with my embarrassing predicament, not hesitating to tease me mercilessly about it.
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After our swim, back in our room, I was 'helping' Mandara in the shower, although she considered I wasn’t being that helpful. LOL Eventually, we finished and got dressed in neater clothes to go out to eat.
We settled for a local restaurant within the hotel. Buffet, not so good, but it was something to eat. We all knew the restaurant we had booked for tomorrow would be much better.
We moved to a bar, also part of the hotel, but after a couple of drinks, the two women were ready to move on. We took a romantic walk through the floodlit gardens, which was beautiful. I walked arm in arm with Mandara while Jeevan and Amita followed us, walking the same way. At one point, we found a place slightly quieter, if there was such a place in Singapore. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her passionately. She quickly responded until Amita said, “Get a room, you two.”
I looked up at them, and they weren't much better than us, the way he was holding her.
We broke apart and decided it was time to return to our hotel.
We settled for a local restaurant within the hotel. Buffet, not so good, but it was something to eat. We all knew the restaurant we had booked for tomorrow would be much better.
We moved to a bar, also part of the hotel, but after a couple of drinks, the two women were ready to move on. We took a romantic walk through the floodlit gardens, which was beautiful. I walked arm in arm with Mandara while Jeevan and Amita followed us, walking the same way. At one point, we found a place slightly quieter, if there was such a place in Singapore. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her passionately. She quickly responded until Amita said, “Get a room, you two.”
I looked up at them, and they weren't much better than us, the way he was holding her.
We broke apart and decided it was time to return to our hotel.
Then we returned to our room, where we invited Jeevan and Amita to join us for a last drink.
Well, that was what we planned, anyway.
Room service brought us some drinks and finger foods, and we relaxed together watching a movie on the big screen in our room. It was nice with Mandara cuddled against me and Amita with Jeevan, like that.
We talked and laughed about the fun we had on our trip. They all considered it to be a great success. They congratulated me on arranging it, but I told them I couldn’t claim all the success, as so many others were involved in making it the success that it was.
After a while, Mandara noticed the other couple had gone quiet. She looked over to find Jeevan and Amita deep in a kiss. She nudged me to look, too.
“Now, who needs a room?” I said.
They broke apart and smiled at us.
“Just practice for later,” Jeevan said.
We continued with the movie, and I felt Mandara cuddle closer to me.
A bit later, we looked over to see Jeevan and Amita kissing again. (More practice, I suppose.)
“Do you need the same?” I whispered to her.
She nodded back. Of course, she did. Both these women were primed for the sex that would follow during this stopover.
She turned to me; her large breasts pressed against me as our lips met. Yes, from the start, it was hot and sexy. How could it be anything else? My tongue explored her tongue, and the passion deepened. It was nice to be with someone special like that.
Well, that was what we planned, anyway.
Room service brought us some drinks and finger foods, and we relaxed together watching a movie on the big screen in our room. It was nice with Mandara cuddled against me and Amita with Jeevan, like that.
We talked and laughed about the fun we had on our trip. They all considered it to be a great success. They congratulated me on arranging it, but I told them I couldn’t claim all the success, as so many others were involved in making it the success that it was.
After a while, Mandara noticed the other couple had gone quiet. She looked over to find Jeevan and Amita deep in a kiss. She nudged me to look, too.
“Now, who needs a room?” I said.
They broke apart and smiled at us.
“Just practice for later,” Jeevan said.
We continued with the movie, and I felt Mandara cuddle closer to me.
A bit later, we looked over to see Jeevan and Amita kissing again. (More practice, I suppose.)
“Do you need the same?” I whispered to her.
She nodded back. Of course, she did. Both these women were primed for the sex that would follow during this stopover.
She turned to me; her large breasts pressed against me as our lips met. Yes, from the start, it was hot and sexy. How could it be anything else? My tongue explored her tongue, and the passion deepened. It was nice to be with someone special like that.
I looked over at the other couple. Now Amita’s blouse was open, her bra pulled aside, and a breast was out. Jeevan’s lips were attached to her nipple. Wow! They weren’t messing around. I didn’t know the plan was that we would all do it together.
Mandara saw them too. She pulled back from me, her blouse was off, and her bra was gone, too. Then she was back, starting to remove my shirt. Now her being naked to the waist like that meant I had a lot more to play with, and I made the most of it, too. My hands and mouth were all over those big breasts, and she was loving it. I like how she pushed my head between them, wrapping them around each side of my head.
Suddenly, she pulled back, “Do you want a titty fuck?” she asked me as her hands went for the buckle of my belt. Oh wow! I was in for that, and Mandara knew it, too.
It didn’t take long to get my trousers and undies off, leaving me naked. Her hands found my cock shaft, and then after a few pumps, she brought it to her mouth. First, a quick blowjob, but I knew what her plan was; she wanted to get me hard and ready for her.
When she thought I was ready, she took some lube cream that happened to be beside us. Don’t know how that got there, as it wasn’t there when we came into the room. She applied it to my cock and between her breasts, then she pulled me down on top of her.
My cock was between her breasts, held there by her gripping her breasts together. The ample lobe meant that as I moved, my cock could slide backwards and forwards between them. The way she gripped her tits together made it even better.
“Oh, fuck!” I said. “That feels nice!”
She grinned back at me. “Like that, don't you?”
Of course, I loved it. I didn't get a titty fuck that often, as my usual wife doesn't have the equipment to do it.
We continued, her holding her breasts close together, while I moved my cock between them. I looked over at Amita and Jeevan and discovered they had stopped to watch. That meant we would now take things to my orgasm, something that I hadn’t been intending.
“Cum for me, honey,” she whispered.
I gave a moan.
“Cum all over my tits!”
That sounded good.
“Yes! Yes! Cum on my tits!”
I was so close now. I think she knew it, too.
Another moan and my cock jerked. Almost there now.
I felt someone was behind me. Breasts against my back as hands reached for my cock. One hand went lower, under Mandara’s breasts to tickle my balls. The other hand went above, her fingers tickling my cock head each time it appeared from between those big breasts.
Oh! That was so good. It was all it took to make me cum.
I pulled back, taking my cock and aiming it at the split between Mandara’s breasts. My cock jerked, cum burst from the head, hitting her on the top of her breasts and the chest above them. The cum, so much of it, began to move, running down into the tight split between them.
Amita stepped between us, her hands going for Mandara’s breasts, taking and catching my flowing cum and rubbing it all over the huge melons. That was hot to see too.
Mandara had her eyes closed, giving soft moans as Amita’s hands were giving her breasts the full treatment.
Mandara saw them too. She pulled back from me, her blouse was off, and her bra was gone, too. Then she was back, starting to remove my shirt. Now her being naked to the waist like that meant I had a lot more to play with, and I made the most of it, too. My hands and mouth were all over those big breasts, and she was loving it. I like how she pushed my head between them, wrapping them around each side of my head.
Suddenly, she pulled back, “Do you want a titty fuck?” she asked me as her hands went for the buckle of my belt. Oh wow! I was in for that, and Mandara knew it, too.
It didn’t take long to get my trousers and undies off, leaving me naked. Her hands found my cock shaft, and then after a few pumps, she brought it to her mouth. First, a quick blowjob, but I knew what her plan was; she wanted to get me hard and ready for her.
When she thought I was ready, she took some lube cream that happened to be beside us. Don’t know how that got there, as it wasn’t there when we came into the room. She applied it to my cock and between her breasts, then she pulled me down on top of her.
My cock was between her breasts, held there by her gripping her breasts together. The ample lobe meant that as I moved, my cock could slide backwards and forwards between them. The way she gripped her tits together made it even better.
“Oh, fuck!” I said. “That feels nice!”
She grinned back at me. “Like that, don't you?”
Of course, I loved it. I didn't get a titty fuck that often, as my usual wife doesn't have the equipment to do it.
We continued, her holding her breasts close together, while I moved my cock between them. I looked over at Amita and Jeevan and discovered they had stopped to watch. That meant we would now take things to my orgasm, something that I hadn’t been intending.
“Cum for me, honey,” she whispered.
I gave a moan.
“Cum all over my tits!”
That sounded good.
“Yes! Yes! Cum on my tits!”
I was so close now. I think she knew it, too.
Another moan and my cock jerked. Almost there now.
I felt someone was behind me. Breasts against my back as hands reached for my cock. One hand went lower, under Mandara’s breasts to tickle my balls. The other hand went above, her fingers tickling my cock head each time it appeared from between those big breasts.
Oh! That was so good. It was all it took to make me cum.
I pulled back, taking my cock and aiming it at the split between Mandara’s breasts. My cock jerked, cum burst from the head, hitting her on the top of her breasts and the chest above them. The cum, so much of it, began to move, running down into the tight split between them.
Amita stepped between us, her hands going for Mandara’s breasts, taking and catching my flowing cum and rubbing it all over the huge melons. That was hot to see too.
Mandara had her eyes closed, giving soft moans as Amita’s hands were giving her breasts the full treatment.
Jeevan had moved in behind Amita as she leaned forward to work on Mandara’s breasts. I saw how he had grasped Amita’s hips to line himself up, then pressed forward to enter her. I saw how Amita stopped what she was doing for a while, shocked to feel his cock enter her from behind.
Then she smiled, realising who it was, and continued what she had been doing. She leaned further forward and began to lick over Mandara’s breasts. Licking at her nipples, lapping up my cum she had rubbed all over them. That was sexy to see how eagerly she enjoyed my spent semen.
I could see Jeevan was enjoying what he was doing. I watched how he was thrusting into her. It was becoming obvious that she was enjoying it too. Her sucking and licking had stopped as her body began to build towards her own climax.
Suddenly, Jeevan groaned, and he pulled out of Amita’s pussy just as he began to cum. I watched as his cum splashed over Amita’s back and behind. Mandara, who had now got out from under Amita, began to rub her fingers through the mess as Amita fell forward into my lap.
As Amita had done, once she had spread Jeevan’s cum with her fingers, she began to lick it all off. That was hot to watch, too.
Now, both Jeevan and I had cum. Both big ones, too, so both of us were finished for a while, but I had the feeling both women wanted more.
Then she smiled, realising who it was, and continued what she had been doing. She leaned further forward and began to lick over Mandara’s breasts. Licking at her nipples, lapping up my cum she had rubbed all over them. That was sexy to see how eagerly she enjoyed my spent semen.
I could see Jeevan was enjoying what he was doing. I watched how he was thrusting into her. It was becoming obvious that she was enjoying it too. Her sucking and licking had stopped as her body began to build towards her own climax.
Suddenly, Jeevan groaned, and he pulled out of Amita’s pussy just as he began to cum. I watched as his cum splashed over Amita’s back and behind. Mandara, who had now got out from under Amita, began to rub her fingers through the mess as Amita fell forward into my lap.
As Amita had done, once she had spread Jeevan’s cum with her fingers, she began to lick it all off. That was hot to watch, too.
Now, both Jeevan and I had cum. Both big ones, too, so both of us were finished for a while, but I had the feeling both women wanted more.
“Damn! All this had made me so horny,” Amita said.
“You like watching that, don't you?” Jeevan said.
“I don't know why, but I do,” Amita replied.
“I can't do anything for a while. You know that was a big one for me.”
“Eat me, then,” she said. “Eat me on the coffee table.”
There was a large, glass-covered coffee table between the two couches, and Amita went over to lie back on it. She gasped as her warm back contacted the cold glass, which made us giggle, but soon she settled back with her thighs parted. Jeevan kneeled between her legs, pulling her body across the glass towards him. His fingers went straight for what looked to be a very wet pussy. He had her pussy lips pulled back and went in with his tongue.
She moaned at the contact and humped back at his face.
“Shall we join them?” Mandara asked, looking at me.
We moved down to kneel each side of the low table. I leaned forward to Amita's breast, first rubbing my fingers over her breast before taking her hard nipple into my mouth. Opposite me, Mandara was doing the same to Amita's other breast.
Between us, Amita was humping around on the table. Jeevan was gripping her hips firmly so he could hold his mouth against her. The noise and moans she was making were amazing. Soon, she had been taken into her first orgasm, her back arching off the table as it burst over her. It seemed to go on and on as Jeevan wouldn't release her, keeping on sucking and licking her.
She fell back against the glass surface, her orgasm over as Jeevan continued eating her and Mandara and I licking and sucking a nipple each. Amita lay still now, her eyes closed, giving little moans as the three of us continued working on her. It was obvious Jeevan wasn't satisfied with giving her one orgasm; he was going for another one.
And it was working too.
“You like watching that, don't you?” Jeevan said.
“I don't know why, but I do,” Amita replied.
“I can't do anything for a while. You know that was a big one for me.”
“Eat me, then,” she said. “Eat me on the coffee table.”
There was a large, glass-covered coffee table between the two couches, and Amita went over to lie back on it. She gasped as her warm back contacted the cold glass, which made us giggle, but soon she settled back with her thighs parted. Jeevan kneeled between her legs, pulling her body across the glass towards him. His fingers went straight for what looked to be a very wet pussy. He had her pussy lips pulled back and went in with his tongue.
She moaned at the contact and humped back at his face.
“Shall we join them?” Mandara asked, looking at me.
We moved down to kneel each side of the low table. I leaned forward to Amita's breast, first rubbing my fingers over her breast before taking her hard nipple into my mouth. Opposite me, Mandara was doing the same to Amita's other breast.
Between us, Amita was humping around on the table. Jeevan was gripping her hips firmly so he could hold his mouth against her. The noise and moans she was making were amazing. Soon, she had been taken into her first orgasm, her back arching off the table as it burst over her. It seemed to go on and on as Jeevan wouldn't release her, keeping on sucking and licking her.
She fell back against the glass surface, her orgasm over as Jeevan continued eating her and Mandara and I licking and sucking a nipple each. Amita lay still now, her eyes closed, giving little moans as the three of us continued working on her. It was obvious Jeevan wasn't satisfied with giving her one orgasm; he was going for another one.
And it was working too.
We guys had rested for a while, and the girls were ready to start again. They decided this time that Amita and Jeevan would go back to their own room, leaving Mandara and me to get on with things in our room. But for some reason, they didn't go; instead ended up on the bed beside us. Anyway, it was a super king-size, plenty of room for all four of us.
Mandara was hot and ready to go. I’m not sure what made her that way, but who was I to complain? I just wanted to enjoy being with this hot, sexy woman. She had me on my back, riding me, her large breasts doing a merry dance on her chest as she fucked me. Oh! Did this woman know how to fuck, too? Her pussy was working my cock as she moved. I was loving it, loving what she was doing to my cock, loving watching those breasts moving too.
I couldn’t help it; I had to reach up for them. Taking them with my hands, feeling their weight. Rubbing over those nipples, feeling how hard they were. It was great.
Before long, I noticed this sexy woman was getting ready to cum. You can tell when an orgasm is approaching. They get so horny! It’s great to see them like that.
She gave a moan. A few more pumps, and she cried. Her whole body shudders as she cum. Another moan, and she fell forward on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her to hold her.
I was still hard, and after we had recovered, she returned to her sitting position. This time, she intended to get me off. I like that, a woman who was willing to return the pleasure she had taken by giving back to me.
Mandara was hot and ready to go. I’m not sure what made her that way, but who was I to complain? I just wanted to enjoy being with this hot, sexy woman. She had me on my back, riding me, her large breasts doing a merry dance on her chest as she fucked me. Oh! Did this woman know how to fuck, too? Her pussy was working my cock as she moved. I was loving it, loving what she was doing to my cock, loving watching those breasts moving too.
I couldn’t help it; I had to reach up for them. Taking them with my hands, feeling their weight. Rubbing over those nipples, feeling how hard they were. It was great.
Before long, I noticed this sexy woman was getting ready to cum. You can tell when an orgasm is approaching. They get so horny! It’s great to see them like that.
She gave a moan. A few more pumps, and she cried. Her whole body shudders as she cum. Another moan, and she fell forward on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her to hold her.
I was still hard, and after we had recovered, she returned to her sitting position. This time, she intended to get me off. I like that, a woman who was willing to return the pleasure she had taken by giving back to me.
We looked over at the other couple and saw Jeevan was on top of Amita. He was slowly fucking her. By that I mean, really slowly. Long slow strokes, pulling almost all the way out, then going the whole length of her cock in. I don't know how Amita's slim body was taking it all, but she was loving it too.
Mandara leaned close and whispered to me, “You have no idea how good that feels.”
I had heard Amita talk about Jeevan doing this to her. Now I was witnessing it first-hand.
They continued for a while while we watched them. I was surprised he was able to keep it going like that, but he was.
Suddenly, Amita was into an orgasm. Perhaps not as intense as some of those earlier, but still a good one.
He grabbed her and rolled her over, perhaps a bit rougher than I would have expected, but she didn't complain. It almost seemed like she was expecting it. She knew what he was going to do next. She was on her hands and knees as he plunged into her pussy from behind. His first stroke went in so deep that she gasped, her eyes opening wide. I suppose you would call that an eye-opening surprise. LOL!
He began fucking her. It was rough and fast this time, and it didn't last long before he cum, pumping a last load into her as she seemed to cum too.
Mandara leaned close and whispered to me, “You have no idea how good that feels.”
I had heard Amita talk about Jeevan doing this to her. Now I was witnessing it first-hand.
They continued for a while while we watched them. I was surprised he was able to keep it going like that, but he was.
Suddenly, Amita was into an orgasm. Perhaps not as intense as some of those earlier, but still a good one.
He grabbed her and rolled her over, perhaps a bit rougher than I would have expected, but she didn't complain. It almost seemed like she was expecting it. She knew what he was going to do next. She was on her hands and knees as he plunged into her pussy from behind. His first stroke went in so deep that she gasped, her eyes opening wide. I suppose you would call that an eye-opening surprise. LOL!
He began fucking her. It was rough and fast this time, and it didn't last long before he cum, pumping a last load into her as she seemed to cum too.
Soon after that, Amita went to the bathroom, where Mandara joined her. There it was again, this thing about women going to the bathroom together. A while later, they returned to the room, still naked like us. They joined us on the bed, Mandara with me and Amita with Jeevan.
That is how it ended for the night. Mandara cuddled against me, and soon we fell into a contented sleep.
That is how it ended for the night. Mandara cuddled against me, and soon we fell into a contented sleep.
There is one question about all this, and I had to ask it.
“Why did we pay for an extra room for you two when you didn't use it?”
“Wasn't our fault. You distracted us,” Amita said.
“Us! We didn't start with all that passionate kissing,” I said.
“But who had his cock out in the pool?” Amita grinned.
“And started that kissing in the garden?” Jeevan came back at us with.
“And started that titty-fucking show just as we were about to leave,” Jeevan said.
“Well, you didn't have to look,” I replied.
“You know I can't help watching you doing that, Sarvesh,” Amita said. “You know it gets to me every time.”
“Why did we pay for an extra room for you two when you didn't use it?”
“Wasn't our fault. You distracted us,” Amita said.
“Us! We didn't start with all that passionate kissing,” I said.
“But who had his cock out in the pool?” Amita grinned.
“And started that kissing in the garden?” Jeevan came back at us with.
“And started that titty-fucking show just as we were about to leave,” Jeevan said.
“Well, you didn't have to look,” I replied.
“You know I can't help watching you doing that, Sarvesh,” Amita said. “You know it gets to me every time.”
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The next morning, we had breakfast with Amita and Jeevan while we planned our days. I was scheduled to go across the causeway to Malaysia while Jeevan was staying in Singapore. We would then meet for an afternoon swim before going out for the evening at that special restaurant, Jeevan always liked.
Of course, being my Singapore wife, Mandara came with me when I got into the back of the taxi I had hired for the day. He would take us to our various appointments and wait until we returned.
Mandara was dressed in a skirt, just above her knee, with a matching jacket and a white blouse underneath. It looked sexy while remaining professional. I liked it, and made sure to compliment on it. During the day, I noticed the looks she was getting from some of the offices we visited.
We were visiting a warehouse operation, and while Mandara was listening to the manager pointing out some of the new features that had just been installed in a recent upgrade, I was walking a bit behind them, watching her.
Of course, the feature of Mandara that couldn’t be missed was those big breasts. But more recently, she had been working at a gym and now had a waist before those curvy hips and behind just asking to be grabbed. Yes, sexy! I could have taken her over a bench in the packing and dispatch department. But if I had, it might have been unsettling for the packers working there. Ha! Ha!
That would have caused some talking. But it was bad enough already that I was touring here with the wife of another director. Just imagine how the word would have got around if we had been caught fucking like rabbits, too.
As for Mandara, she could surprise you. She might have just let me too. You never know with that woman, but she could be a bit of an exhibitionist when she wanted.
Of course, being my Singapore wife, Mandara came with me when I got into the back of the taxi I had hired for the day. He would take us to our various appointments and wait until we returned.
Mandara was dressed in a skirt, just above her knee, with a matching jacket and a white blouse underneath. It looked sexy while remaining professional. I liked it, and made sure to compliment on it. During the day, I noticed the looks she was getting from some of the offices we visited.
We were visiting a warehouse operation, and while Mandara was listening to the manager pointing out some of the new features that had just been installed in a recent upgrade, I was walking a bit behind them, watching her.
Of course, the feature of Mandara that couldn’t be missed was those big breasts. But more recently, she had been working at a gym and now had a waist before those curvy hips and behind just asking to be grabbed. Yes, sexy! I could have taken her over a bench in the packing and dispatch department. But if I had, it might have been unsettling for the packers working there. Ha! Ha!
That would have caused some talking. But it was bad enough already that I was touring here with the wife of another director. Just imagine how the word would have got around if we had been caught fucking like rabbits, too.
As for Mandara, she could surprise you. She might have just let me too. You never know with that woman, but she could be a bit of an exhibitionist when she wanted.
We made it back to the hotel before Amita and Jeevan. As soon as we got into the room, Mandara was throwing her clothes off. Then, naked, she was looking in her suitcase for another bikini to wear.
“Why are you in so much of a hurry?” I asked her.
“I want to go swimming again,” she replied.
“Not like you to want to go swimming so much. Your daughter is a fish in your family,” I said.
“Yes, Riya loves the water, that’s for sure.”
“So, if it isn’t the water, then it must be you want to show that bikini off again.”
I smiled at that and said, “Something like that.”
“Exactly like that, naught girl.”
“Yes,” she admitted. “I am naughty, but not so much of the girl part.”
I laughed at that. “OK then, I'd better go with you. I’ll just leave a note for Jeevan and Amita to follow us.”
She stood there naked, watching as I began removing his own clothes.
“Nice body,” she said. And when I got to it, “Nice cock too.”
As I pulled up my swim shorts, I looked up to find she was still naked.
“You going swimming like that?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t mind, but maybe I'd better wear the bikini.”
“Maybe you'd better,” I grinned. “You’ll get us both thrown out.”
“That wouldn’t be bad. I’d come back here and fuck your brains out,” she said.
“I think wearing the bikini is going to cause that, anyway,” I replied.
“Maybe it will. Maybe you’ll be getting lucky when we get back.”
“Why are you in so much of a hurry?” I asked her.
“I want to go swimming again,” she replied.
“Not like you to want to go swimming so much. Your daughter is a fish in your family,” I said.
“Yes, Riya loves the water, that’s for sure.”
“So, if it isn’t the water, then it must be you want to show that bikini off again.”
I smiled at that and said, “Something like that.”
“Exactly like that, naught girl.”
“Yes,” she admitted. “I am naughty, but not so much of the girl part.”
I laughed at that. “OK then, I'd better go with you. I’ll just leave a note for Jeevan and Amita to follow us.”
She stood there naked, watching as I began removing his own clothes.
“Nice body,” she said. And when I got to it, “Nice cock too.”
As I pulled up my swim shorts, I looked up to find she was still naked.
“You going swimming like that?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t mind, but maybe I'd better wear the bikini.”
“Maybe you'd better,” I grinned. “You’ll get us both thrown out.”
“That wouldn’t be bad. I’d come back here and fuck your brains out,” she said.
“I think wearing the bikini is going to cause that, anyway,” I replied.
“Maybe it will. Maybe you’ll be getting lucky when we get back.”
I watched while she stepped into that little bikini bottom, breasts swinging as she did. Then she pulled the bikini top over her head and turned around so I could clip it behind her back. Yes, I know I got it good and tight to support those lovely melons in front. I didn't want a wardrove malfunction.
She turned to me and reached up to kiss me. “Thank you for that,” she said.
Then she kissed me again. This time it wasn’t just on the lips; there was tongue involved, too. It was hot, and we were getting a bit carried away with it. Wear not that much; our bodies against each other felt good, too.
My hands were holding her around her waist as I pulled her against me. I allowed one hand to move lower, and my fingers slipped in under her bikini bottom.
She felt that and pulled away. “Don’t do that or we’ll be fucking our brains out without going to that pool.”
“That wouldn’t be so bad, would it?”
“Probably not, but I want to go to the pool first,” she replied.
She turned to me and reached up to kiss me. “Thank you for that,” she said.
Then she kissed me again. This time it wasn’t just on the lips; there was tongue involved, too. It was hot, and we were getting a bit carried away with it. Wear not that much; our bodies against each other felt good, too.
My hands were holding her around her waist as I pulled her against me. I allowed one hand to move lower, and my fingers slipped in under her bikini bottom.
She felt that and pulled away. “Don’t do that or we’ll be fucking our brains out without going to that pool.”
“That wouldn’t be so bad, would it?”
“Probably not, but I want to go to the pool first,” she replied.
Then the room phone rang, which stopped us just before we left. It was Jeevan.
“We’re thinking of going up to the pool for a while before we go out for dinner,” he said.
“We were just about to leave for there ourselves,” I replied.
“OK, Sarvesh, can you give us 10 minutes, and we’ll meet you at the lift?”
“Sure, see you then,” I said.
“We’re thinking of going up to the pool for a while before we go out for dinner,” he said.
“We were just about to leave for there ourselves,” I replied.
“OK, Sarvesh, can you give us 10 minutes, and we’ll meet you at the lift?”
“Sure, see you then,” I said.
The pool was a lot quieter than the day before. It seems this late afternoon was a good time to swim. Both Amita and Mandara had worn a beach cover-up over their bikinis to meet house rules in the hotel, and we had worn a shirt over our swim shorts. We knew we would just need to let our swimming things dry a bit before coming back into the hotel.
It had been a hot day, and all four of us were looking forward to being in the cool water, so there was no sitting around first. Cover-ups and shirts were off, and together they approached the steps down into the water. Of course, we were with their Singapore spouse, Jeevan and Amita together, going first with Mandara and me following close behind. Stepping down into the water was a shock at first; it felt so cold against our bodies, but after a few moments, it felt great.
The women walked straight over to the edge of the pool again so they could see the view of the city. We men followed them, of course.
“What time is dinner tonight?” Mandara asked.
“I booked for seven,” Jeevan replied. “We’ll need to leave here at about six-thirty.”
“That gives us time for a swim and back in our rooms to get ready,” Amita said.
“And some other entertainment if these old men are up for it,” Mandara added.
“Hey! Enough of the old stuff,” Jeevan said.
Actually, the only one who could say that was me; I am about two years younger than the other three.
“Well, I don’t know why, but I’ve felt horny the whole time we’ve been in Singapore,” Amita said.
“This swapping must be good for our sex life,” I replied.
“Very good. I can’t get enough of this,” Mandara said as she reached for my cock under the water.
“Hey! You can’t do that here,” I replied.
“But I am, and it feels like you are enjoying it, too.”
I pulled away from her, after the erection problem the day before, I didn't want them again. Jeevan and I began walking down the length of the pool, following the outside wall. I wanted to have a look around and explore a bit since this was the last time we would be up here. Of course, the women were happy to follow us, which wasn't helpful when I was trying to keep my mind off their sexy bodies.
It had been a hot day, and all four of us were looking forward to being in the cool water, so there was no sitting around first. Cover-ups and shirts were off, and together they approached the steps down into the water. Of course, we were with their Singapore spouse, Jeevan and Amita together, going first with Mandara and me following close behind. Stepping down into the water was a shock at first; it felt so cold against our bodies, but after a few moments, it felt great.
The women walked straight over to the edge of the pool again so they could see the view of the city. We men followed them, of course.
“What time is dinner tonight?” Mandara asked.
“I booked for seven,” Jeevan replied. “We’ll need to leave here at about six-thirty.”
“That gives us time for a swim and back in our rooms to get ready,” Amita said.
“And some other entertainment if these old men are up for it,” Mandara added.
“Hey! Enough of the old stuff,” Jeevan said.
Actually, the only one who could say that was me; I am about two years younger than the other three.
“Well, I don’t know why, but I’ve felt horny the whole time we’ve been in Singapore,” Amita said.
“This swapping must be good for our sex life,” I replied.
“Very good. I can’t get enough of this,” Mandara said as she reached for my cock under the water.
“Hey! You can’t do that here,” I replied.
“But I am, and it feels like you are enjoying it, too.”
I pulled away from her, after the erection problem the day before, I didn't want them again. Jeevan and I began walking down the length of the pool, following the outside wall. I wanted to have a look around and explore a bit since this was the last time we would be up here. Of course, the women were happy to follow us, which wasn't helpful when I was trying to keep my mind off their sexy bodies.
After a while, once my cock had recovered to normal, we were ready to get out of the pool. The women had been talking quietly, and the men knew they were planning something.
Suddenly, as they approached the pool steps, Mandara gasped and clutched at her bikini top. They could see that her bikini had come loose.
“My top, it’s broken,” Mandara said.
Amita came up behind her to try to fix it. “It is broken,” she said.
It didn’t look broken to Jeevan and me, who were standing on each side of her. I looked over at Jeevan, and he gave me a wink. Both of us knew that this was a put-on by the women. Setting Mandara up to ‘accidentally’ give a titty flash.
We followed the women to the steps with Mandara clutching her bikini top to her chest as they got up, out of the water. I could see that this had attracted some attention from those nearby. A perfect set-up for a flash, I thought.
At our things, Mandara, with Amita’s help, managed to get the bikini top off, and Mandara was left standing with her arm covering her breasts. I wondered what they planned now.
Amita picked up Mandara’s cover-up and handed it to her. She then turned away, leaving Mandara trying to cover her breasts and clutching the cover-up at the same time. I would have thought Amita would have helped by wrapping the cover-up around her, but then, that wasn't the plan.
The cover-up was like a shirt with fastenings in the front. Mandara looked around and noticed how many were watching. She made it look like she was wondering how to put the cover on while not showing anything. We, of course, knew she was intended to show a lot of, if not all of, her breasts.
Suddenly, she dropped her hands, sorting out how the cover would go on while her breasts remained completely bare. Slipping an arm into each sleeve, she pulled the cover up over her shoulders, but it was still open, leaving her chest completely bare.
Those around us, both men and women, were watching. They couldn’t help seeing what Mandara was showing. She was pretending not to notice as she calmly began to button up the cover, allowing her breasts to remain bare for as long as she could.
It was all done so well. While the bikini part had seemed accidental, it was a bit obvious that her putting on the cover-up had been intentional. Anyway, she had given her flash, and I expect many had enjoyed what they saw.
We didn’t wait long before leaving the pool deck, heading down in the lift to our room. As I stepped out of the lift, I suddenly noticed that Amita’s cover-up had come undone in the lift. That many buttons. No way! She had undone them.
As the lift opened, she allowed the cover to slip off her shoulders, leaving her topless as she stepped out of the lift. A few people were waiting to get in, and they were surprised to be met by a topless woman. Amita didn’t worry, just saying, “Hi” as she stepped past them, heading for our hotel rooms.
Suddenly, as they approached the pool steps, Mandara gasped and clutched at her bikini top. They could see that her bikini had come loose.
“My top, it’s broken,” Mandara said.
Amita came up behind her to try to fix it. “It is broken,” she said.
It didn’t look broken to Jeevan and me, who were standing on each side of her. I looked over at Jeevan, and he gave me a wink. Both of us knew that this was a put-on by the women. Setting Mandara up to ‘accidentally’ give a titty flash.
We followed the women to the steps with Mandara clutching her bikini top to her chest as they got up, out of the water. I could see that this had attracted some attention from those nearby. A perfect set-up for a flash, I thought.
At our things, Mandara, with Amita’s help, managed to get the bikini top off, and Mandara was left standing with her arm covering her breasts. I wondered what they planned now.
Amita picked up Mandara’s cover-up and handed it to her. She then turned away, leaving Mandara trying to cover her breasts and clutching the cover-up at the same time. I would have thought Amita would have helped by wrapping the cover-up around her, but then, that wasn't the plan.
The cover-up was like a shirt with fastenings in the front. Mandara looked around and noticed how many were watching. She made it look like she was wondering how to put the cover on while not showing anything. We, of course, knew she was intended to show a lot of, if not all of, her breasts.
Suddenly, she dropped her hands, sorting out how the cover would go on while her breasts remained completely bare. Slipping an arm into each sleeve, she pulled the cover up over her shoulders, but it was still open, leaving her chest completely bare.
Those around us, both men and women, were watching. They couldn’t help seeing what Mandara was showing. She was pretending not to notice as she calmly began to button up the cover, allowing her breasts to remain bare for as long as she could.
It was all done so well. While the bikini part had seemed accidental, it was a bit obvious that her putting on the cover-up had been intentional. Anyway, she had given her flash, and I expect many had enjoyed what they saw.
We didn’t wait long before leaving the pool deck, heading down in the lift to our room. As I stepped out of the lift, I suddenly noticed that Amita’s cover-up had come undone in the lift. That many buttons. No way! She had undone them.
As the lift opened, she allowed the cover to slip off her shoulders, leaving her topless as she stepped out of the lift. A few people were waiting to get in, and they were surprised to be met by a topless woman. Amita didn’t worry, just saying, “Hi” as she stepped past them, heading for our hotel rooms.
I got to our room, and Mandara was on me before we had hardly shut the door. Her cover-up landed on the floor to be quickly followed by her bikini bottom. Then she was attacking my shirt and shorts.
She had me backed up until I felt the bed against the back of my legs. Then she gave me a huge push. I couldn’t step back to balance myself and ended up falling back onto the bed. She followed me as she pounced on top of me.
Before I knew it, she had me lined up and inside her pussy as we began fucking like crazy. It was wild, uncontrolled sex—the type of sex where passion and excitement were driving. I could hear her responding under me. She was wiggling around and humping back at me, completely out of time with my strokes. I knew she was excited by the titty flash she had given at the pool, and I had to admit it was sexy too.
When you stop to think about it, sex like this makes no sense, but then at the time, you don’t think about that. You are just thinking in the moment, driven by wild passion as you continue. So, as you will likely guess, it turned out with Mandara having a huge orgasm before I could even get started.
It was then that we realised how silly it was, and we fell beside each other, laughing at ourselves.
Soon, we began again, taking it slower this time until we could build towards a climax for both of us. After that, we drifted into a blissful sleep.
She had me backed up until I felt the bed against the back of my legs. Then she gave me a huge push. I couldn’t step back to balance myself and ended up falling back onto the bed. She followed me as she pounced on top of me.
Before I knew it, she had me lined up and inside her pussy as we began fucking like crazy. It was wild, uncontrolled sex—the type of sex where passion and excitement were driving. I could hear her responding under me. She was wiggling around and humping back at me, completely out of time with my strokes. I knew she was excited by the titty flash she had given at the pool, and I had to admit it was sexy too.
When you stop to think about it, sex like this makes no sense, but then at the time, you don’t think about that. You are just thinking in the moment, driven by wild passion as you continue. So, as you will likely guess, it turned out with Mandara having a huge orgasm before I could even get started.
It was then that we realised how silly it was, and we fell beside each other, laughing at ourselves.
Soon, we began again, taking it slower this time until we could build towards a climax for both of us. After that, we drifted into a blissful sleep.
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I woke up to find Mandara was not beside me. For a moment, I wondered where she was, and then I heard the shower running. Throwing off the sheet that was over me, still naked, I walked to the shower room. Opening the door, I saw her, standing under the falling water, slowly rubbing soap over her naked body. It was a sexy sight, and my cock approved of it straight away.
She looked up, saw me, and smiled. No sense of shame or modesty over her naked body. Just pleased to see me and relaxed about displaying her nakedness to me.
“Come and join me,” she said over the sound of the falling water.
With an invitation like that, who would turn down the chance to shower with such a beautiful woman? I opened the door to the glass cubicle and stepped inside. Her hands reached for me, pulling my body against her naked curves. Her arms were around me, holding me tight, her face turned up so that by bending slightly, our lips could meet.
It wasn’t just a kiss. It was passionate and deep. Like she was putting her whole body, her whole self into it. I responded to her, our tongues dancing as our bodies pressed against each other. Yes, this lady knew how to kiss. Wow!
When we broke apart, she reached up to rub soap over my chest.
“As much as I would love to spend more time with you here, then enjoy each other on the bed again, we don’t have time. I’ve got to get ready for tonight.”
For a moment, I felt disappointment as she stepped away from me and opened the door. I stayed in the shower and watched as she went through the preparations before she could get dressed.
Women have so much to do to get ready for a night out, but then we men appreciate the final result, so I suppose it is worth the effort. After a while, she looked up at me in the mirror and smiled.
“Stop perving at me and get yourself ready. We don’t have much time.”
With that, she stood up from the seat in front of the mirror and disappeared out the door, leaving me alone in the bathroom. I left the shower, drying myself off. Then came the usual: teeth, mouthwash and shave. Yes, I had shaved that moment, but I wanted my face to be smooth when either of the women touched me.
She looked up, saw me, and smiled. No sense of shame or modesty over her naked body. Just pleased to see me and relaxed about displaying her nakedness to me.
“Come and join me,” she said over the sound of the falling water.
With an invitation like that, who would turn down the chance to shower with such a beautiful woman? I opened the door to the glass cubicle and stepped inside. Her hands reached for me, pulling my body against her naked curves. Her arms were around me, holding me tight, her face turned up so that by bending slightly, our lips could meet.
It wasn’t just a kiss. It was passionate and deep. Like she was putting her whole body, her whole self into it. I responded to her, our tongues dancing as our bodies pressed against each other. Yes, this lady knew how to kiss. Wow!
When we broke apart, she reached up to rub soap over my chest.
“As much as I would love to spend more time with you here, then enjoy each other on the bed again, we don’t have time. I’ve got to get ready for tonight.”
For a moment, I felt disappointment as she stepped away from me and opened the door. I stayed in the shower and watched as she went through the preparations before she could get dressed.
Women have so much to do to get ready for a night out, but then we men appreciate the final result, so I suppose it is worth the effort. After a while, she looked up at me in the mirror and smiled.
“Stop perving at me and get yourself ready. We don’t have much time.”
With that, she stood up from the seat in front of the mirror and disappeared out the door, leaving me alone in the bathroom. I left the shower, drying myself off. Then came the usual: teeth, mouthwash and shave. Yes, I had shaved that moment, but I wanted my face to be smooth when either of the women touched me.
Back in the main room, I found the bed partly straightened and my suit on top of it. I was expecting to wear the black suit, but she had laid out my white one, the one I used for special business meetings.
I also noticed her dress was laid out beside it. “Not dressed yet?” I asked.
“I can’t. I need you to help get this dress on,” she replied.
“Why my white suit. My work clothes?”
“Look at them the match nicely, don’t they?” she said.
I nodded yes, but I couldn’t see it. Black or white would have gone well with the blue, but then what do I know about things like that? If she wanted that, I would wear it for her.
“Now stop the silly questions and help me,” she scolded me.
I also noticed her dress was laid out beside it. “Not dressed yet?” I asked.
“I can’t. I need you to help get this dress on,” she replied.
“Why my white suit. My work clothes?”
“Look at them the match nicely, don’t they?” she said.
I nodded yes, but I couldn’t see it. Black or white would have gone well with the blue, but then what do I know about things like that? If she wanted that, I would wear it for her.
“Now stop the silly questions and help me,” she scolded me.
The process of getting her into that tight, figure-hugging dress was a mission. I had noticed how her panties had come from just above her knees to up near her waist. That was so not panties lines would show. I also noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. She couldn’t with the back cut that low, but breast support was built into the front of the dress. As I pulled the shoulder straps up and fastened them behind her neck, I was watching in the mirror. I could see how they pulled her breasts up and out, adding to the stunning effect.
As she continued with the last details, I got myself dressed. First, the shirt, then the trousers, followed by the matching lightweight jacket. This suit came with two jackets, depending on what the weather was like outside.
I helped her slip on her shoes, then put my own shoes on. A last-minute trip to the mirror to view how we both looked, and we were ready. As we stepped to the door, she handed me a small hand clutch which fitted nicely into my jacket pocket.
Stepping forward, I opened the door for her, and she smiled thanks as she stepped through. I turned back, ensuring the door closed and locked, then we walked together towards the lift.
Our timing was perfect as we met Amita and Jeevan coming from the opposite direction. She looked as stunning as Mandara did. The orange dress, almost her favourite colour, yellow, looked great on her. Again, hugging every curve. Even her breasts look larger than they normally are. Amita didn’t often bother with enlargement tricks, but this time she did, and she looked great. I couldn’t help stepping over to give her a quick hug and tell her how lovely she looked. When I turned, I found Jeevan was doing the same with Mandara.
As she continued with the last details, I got myself dressed. First, the shirt, then the trousers, followed by the matching lightweight jacket. This suit came with two jackets, depending on what the weather was like outside.
I helped her slip on her shoes, then put my own shoes on. A last-minute trip to the mirror to view how we both looked, and we were ready. As we stepped to the door, she handed me a small hand clutch which fitted nicely into my jacket pocket.
Stepping forward, I opened the door for her, and she smiled thanks as she stepped through. I turned back, ensuring the door closed and locked, then we walked together towards the lift.
Our timing was perfect as we met Amita and Jeevan coming from the opposite direction. She looked as stunning as Mandara did. The orange dress, almost her favourite colour, yellow, looked great on her. Again, hugging every curve. Even her breasts look larger than they normally are. Amita didn’t often bother with enlargement tricks, but this time she did, and she looked great. I couldn’t help stepping over to give her a quick hug and tell her how lovely she looked. When I turned, I found Jeevan was doing the same with Mandara.
There was a limousine waiting for us at the door with the Chinese driver standing before it. He noticed us approaching and stepped forward to open the door.
He nodded to the ladies, and they smiled in thanks as they stepped into the car. Jeevan followed, and just before I got in, he stopped me and gave me a pager.
“Sir, I’ve been assigned to you all evening,” he told me. “Press this five minutes before, and I’ll be waiting for you.”
“We have a restaurant and a show,” I told him.
“I know, Sir. I’ll be ready for you when you need me. Perhaps I can give you a short city tour before returning you to your hotel.”
“That sounds great. Let’s see how the ladies feel later.”
He nodded, “Of course, Sir.”
I was impressed, and he hadn’t even driven us anywhere yet.
He nodded to the ladies, and they smiled in thanks as they stepped into the car. Jeevan followed, and just before I got in, he stopped me and gave me a pager.
“Sir, I’ve been assigned to you all evening,” he told me. “Press this five minutes before, and I’ll be waiting for you.”
“We have a restaurant and a show,” I told him.
“I know, Sir. I’ll be ready for you when you need me. Perhaps I can give you a short city tour before returning you to your hotel.”
“That sounds great. Let’s see how the ladies feel later.”
He nodded, “Of course, Sir.”
I was impressed, and he hadn’t even driven us anywhere yet.
There was a doorman who was waiting for the restaurant to open our door. The ladies got out first, both giving him a smile and probably a quick flash of thigh through the side splits in their dresses, before Jeevan and I followed.
There was a man standing at the door who greeted us as we approached.
“Sarvesh!” I spoke.
He nodded. “We’ve been expecting you, Sir.”
The restaurant was in an old building from colonial times. You might criticise how the British had sometimes treated the local people in India, but you’ve got to give them credit; they know how to do things in style. This restaurant was like that. Not changed since those times, the building, the restaurant, the food, the service, all spoke of their British origins. Whenever I come to Singapore, I always make a point of coming here.
A lovely Chinese lady showed us to our table and said our waitress would be with us shortly. As we walked across the room, I was aware there were many watching us, so I made a point of helping Mandara with her chair as she was seated. I noticed Jeevan did the same with Amita. It was a bit of a show, but I know the women appreciated it, too.
There was a man standing at the door who greeted us as we approached.
“Sarvesh!” I spoke.
He nodded. “We’ve been expecting you, Sir.”
The restaurant was in an old building from colonial times. You might criticise how the British had sometimes treated the local people in India, but you’ve got to give them credit; they know how to do things in style. This restaurant was like that. Not changed since those times, the building, the restaurant, the food, the service, all spoke of their British origins. Whenever I come to Singapore, I always make a point of coming here.
A lovely Chinese lady showed us to our table and said our waitress would be with us shortly. As we walked across the room, I was aware there were many watching us, so I made a point of helping Mandara with her chair as she was seated. I noticed Jeevan did the same with Amita. It was a bit of a show, but I know the women appreciated it, too.
When I booked the reservation online, knowing what they liked, I had selected the dishes as well. Then I ticked the book labelled “House Matched Wines.” So, everything was done, we just had to enjoy this five-course meal.
It was a leisurely meal with dishes arriving when I signalled for them. That was one thing about this restaurant: they were never in a hurry to get you out the door. The food was excellent, the service was excellent, but neither could compare to our two lovely female companions.
The conversation was light, as it should be in a place like this. It is hard to think that only days before, the four of us had been at that lake in New Zealand, cavorting around naked in the dunes.
We sat for a while after the meal, but I was aware that we had another appointment that evening that the women didn’t know about. When I told them we had something else planned, they slipped away to the ladies' room to touch up their make-up and do whatever else ladies did there.
It was a leisurely meal with dishes arriving when I signalled for them. That was one thing about this restaurant: they were never in a hurry to get you out the door. The food was excellent, the service was excellent, but neither could compare to our two lovely female companions.
The conversation was light, as it should be in a place like this. It is hard to think that only days before, the four of us had been at that lake in New Zealand, cavorting around naked in the dunes.
We sat for a while after the meal, but I was aware that we had another appointment that evening that the women didn’t know about. When I told them we had something else planned, they slipped away to the ladies' room to touch up their make-up and do whatever else ladies did there.
I had signalled the limousine, and he was waiting outside. We were taken to another hotel with a concert hall attached and were shown to our VIP seats just before the show began.
It was a Chinese production, not much story but lots of colour and dancing, etc. The ladies loved it, and I thought it was pretty good too.
Of course, as we left the show, our ride was waiting for them again.
“Where to now, Sir?” the driver asked.
“Do you girls feel tired?” I asked them.
“No, not at all,” Amita said.
Beside her, Mandara nodded yes.”
“I could take you to a club,” the driver suggested.
“No, I don’t think I could dance wearing this,” Mandara said. “Let’s just go for a drive to see the city lights?”
“OK, driver. Take us for a drive around to see the city at night.”
I once read Jeevan had done this with Katrina. As we drove, Mandara sat cuddled against me, and Jeevan and Amita were sitting opposite us. Unlike our little town, Singapore is a busy place; even this late at night, the roads were busy with lots of people about.
It was a Chinese production, not much story but lots of colour and dancing, etc. The ladies loved it, and I thought it was pretty good too.
Of course, as we left the show, our ride was waiting for them again.
“Where to now, Sir?” the driver asked.
“Do you girls feel tired?” I asked them.
“No, not at all,” Amita said.
Beside her, Mandara nodded yes.”
“I could take you to a club,” the driver suggested.
“No, I don’t think I could dance wearing this,” Mandara said. “Let’s just go for a drive to see the city lights?”
“OK, driver. Take us for a drive around to see the city at night.”
I once read Jeevan had done this with Katrina. As we drove, Mandara sat cuddled against me, and Jeevan and Amita were sitting opposite us. Unlike our little town, Singapore is a busy place; even this late at night, the roads were busy with lots of people about.
As we passed the huge Singapore Wheel, we could see the capsules slowly moving higher and higher into the sky.
“I’d love to go on that,” Mandara said.
“So would I,” Amita added.
“OK. Remind me when we get back to the hotel, and I’ll book it for tomorrow,” Jeevan said.
“I’d love to go on that,” Mandara said.
“So would I,” Amita added.
“OK. Remind me when we get back to the hotel, and I’ll book it for tomorrow,” Jeevan said.
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The next day, while we men went to the company office, the ladies went shopping. We had arranged to meet them at the warehouse before lunch. With a tour of the office and warehouse, followed by business meetings, it didn’t seem long before a taxi pulled out with the two women clutching several shopping bags each.
“Good hunting?” I asked them.
Jeevan added, “Well, are we OK, or do I need to sell the house when we get back to India?”
“I think we might manage to hold the house,” Mandara laughed back to him.
“Good hunting?” I asked them.
Jeevan added, “Well, are we OK, or do I need to sell the house when we get back to India?”
“I think we might manage to hold the house,” Mandara laughed back to him.
Our Singapore Manager, an older man from Malaysia and his younger assistant took us out for lunch at a local restaurant. Their wives had arrived to join us and keep the women occupied, as the conversation might continue about business.
I liked the Manager’s wife; she was Indian like he was. The younger woman was Chinese, like her husband. In that tight Chinese outfit she was wearing, she looked totally hot. It was the first time we had met her, and understandably, she was shy, especially with me, as she knew I was the big boss, but I noticed she quickly warmed to our two wives.
Meng Yao was a bit confused as to who our wives were since Mandara was sitting with me and Amita was sitting with Jeevan. When the manager explained that Amita was my wife, the poor woman became even more confused.
“But you are with…” she began.
Finally, Amita decided to explain. “For the time we are in Singapore, Jeevan is my Singapore husband, and Mandara is with Sarvesh.”
That didn't explain anything; it just made it worse. The girl was still confused. “How do you mean, Singapore husband? Are you staying with him?”
“Husband in the full meaning of the word,” Mandara laughed.
I thought they might be going a bit far, but the women continued. “Yes, I’m staying with him in his room. Well, our room actually,” Amita laughed.
“Then you are doing... Sleeping with them?” Meng Yao asked.
“Yes, just while we are here, then I suppose I get my old husband back,” Mandara said.
“Wow! That is something!” Meng Yao said. “You must be good friends to do that!”
I was surprised. I thought Meng Yao would be shocked, but she didn't seem to be.
“Yes, we’ve known each other for a long time. Built this business together,” I said.
“I don’t think I could do that,” the younger woman confessed. “Anyway, he keeps me busy enough.”
We all laughed at that, and the conversation moved to something else. But I did notice she was looking at us a few times during the meal. While we were talking about the business in Singapore, the women soon had their children's photos out. Something they all had in common was children. Even Meng Yao had two lovely little girls. In their photo, they looked like two little Chinese dolls.
I liked the Manager’s wife; she was Indian like he was. The younger woman was Chinese, like her husband. In that tight Chinese outfit she was wearing, she looked totally hot. It was the first time we had met her, and understandably, she was shy, especially with me, as she knew I was the big boss, but I noticed she quickly warmed to our two wives.
Meng Yao was a bit confused as to who our wives were since Mandara was sitting with me and Amita was sitting with Jeevan. When the manager explained that Amita was my wife, the poor woman became even more confused.
“But you are with…” she began.
Finally, Amita decided to explain. “For the time we are in Singapore, Jeevan is my Singapore husband, and Mandara is with Sarvesh.”
That didn't explain anything; it just made it worse. The girl was still confused. “How do you mean, Singapore husband? Are you staying with him?”
“Husband in the full meaning of the word,” Mandara laughed.
I thought they might be going a bit far, but the women continued. “Yes, I’m staying with him in his room. Well, our room actually,” Amita laughed.
“Then you are doing... Sleeping with them?” Meng Yao asked.
“Yes, just while we are here, then I suppose I get my old husband back,” Mandara said.
“Wow! That is something!” Meng Yao said. “You must be good friends to do that!”
I was surprised. I thought Meng Yao would be shocked, but she didn't seem to be.
“Yes, we’ve known each other for a long time. Built this business together,” I said.
“I don’t think I could do that,” the younger woman confessed. “Anyway, he keeps me busy enough.”
We all laughed at that, and the conversation moved to something else. But I did notice she was looking at us a few times during the meal. While we were talking about the business in Singapore, the women soon had their children's photos out. Something they all had in common was children. Even Meng Yao had two lovely little girls. In their photo, they looked like two little Chinese dolls.
After the meal, our two wives had invited the two other women to come with us for a ride on the big wheel and a city tour ride. Since the four of them were hitting it off together, they decided to join us.
I must admit, the ride in the big wheel was amazing. The view from the top was amazing too, looking back towards our huge hotel. When the women told Meng Yao we were staying there and had been swimming in the rooftop pool, she said she would love to see that one day.
‘I wouldn’t mind seeing that hot body in a bikini, too,’ I thought. 'Maybe she could borrow one off, Amita.'
Amita must have read my mind because she looked at me and nodded ‘NO.’
After the ride, we caught two taxis, one taking us to our hotel and the other taking the wives to their homes.
I must admit, the ride in the big wheel was amazing. The view from the top was amazing too, looking back towards our huge hotel. When the women told Meng Yao we were staying there and had been swimming in the rooftop pool, she said she would love to see that one day.
‘I wouldn’t mind seeing that hot body in a bikini, too,’ I thought. 'Maybe she could borrow one off, Amita.'
Amita must have read my mind because she looked at me and nodded ‘NO.’
After the ride, we caught two taxis, one taking us to our hotel and the other taking the wives to their homes.
That night, we decided to eat at a restaurant in the hotel, then went for a walk after the meal through the gardens and light show nearby.
Back in the hotel, going up in the lift, I could see Mandara was looking tired.
“Do you want to go back with your husband tonight?” I asked.
She brightened up and replied, “You are my husband until we get to the airport tomorrow.”
Back in the hotel, going up in the lift, I could see Mandara was looking tired.
“Do you want to go back with your husband tonight?” I asked.
She brightened up and replied, “You are my husband until we get to the airport tomorrow.”
Yes, we had sex again that night. After Mandara had her shower, she came back to join me naked. We lay in bed for a while talking, and she teased me about my interest in that Chinese girl, Meng Yao.
“Amita won’t let you have the Chinese girl, will she?” Mandara laughed.
“No, I don’t think she would,” I replied.
“I was surprised at her reaction to us swapping like this.
“Didn’t seem that shocked, did she?”
“Well, I don’t think she was offering, but anyway, she is forbidden fruit for you, Sarvesh. You’ll have to settle for the Indian woman.”
“Indian woman?” I asked.
“Yes, you know who, and I hope you are ready.”
“You’ve buckled up! I thought you were too tired.”
“I was a bit, but I’m ready for some cock now.”
“Well, if the wife is ready, I'd better give her some,” I said as I grabbed her, pushing her over onto her back.
The sex that followed was more relaxed than before. I know it is more Jeevan’s style from what my wife tells me, but I know that night Mandara enjoyed it as did I. First, we used the traditional Missionary Style before she allowed me to finish using Doggy Style.
“Amita won’t let you have the Chinese girl, will she?” Mandara laughed.
“No, I don’t think she would,” I replied.
“I was surprised at her reaction to us swapping like this.
“Didn’t seem that shocked, did she?”
“Well, I don’t think she was offering, but anyway, she is forbidden fruit for you, Sarvesh. You’ll have to settle for the Indian woman.”
“Indian woman?” I asked.
“Yes, you know who, and I hope you are ready.”
“You’ve buckled up! I thought you were too tired.”
“I was a bit, but I’m ready for some cock now.”
“Well, if the wife is ready, I'd better give her some,” I said as I grabbed her, pushing her over onto her back.
The sex that followed was more relaxed than before. I know it is more Jeevan’s style from what my wife tells me, but I know that night Mandara enjoyed it as did I. First, we used the traditional Missionary Style before she allowed me to finish using Doggy Style.
The next morning, we were up early to get to the airport for our mid-morning flight back to India. As we got out of the taxi, Amita came over and put her arm around me.
“I’m back!” she announced. “Did you miss me?”
“Of course,” I said. “Every minute.”
“Ha! As if I’d believe that. It wasn’t what Mandara told me.”
“Well, she must have been mistaken then,” I replied with a smile.
“Must have been,” she echoed.
I had sometimes wondered if perhaps Jeevan was better at sex than I. I had seen how wild he had made Amita, using both his cock and his mouth. I decided I would try a few things he had used and see how Amita reacted to them. Maybe I would talk with her and get her to help me. No harm in trying, perhaps I might gain some new techniques I could use on other women as well.
“I’m back!” she announced. “Did you miss me?”
“Of course,” I said. “Every minute.”
“Ha! As if I’d believe that. It wasn’t what Mandara told me.”
“Well, she must have been mistaken then,” I replied with a smile.
“Must have been,” she echoed.
I had sometimes wondered if perhaps Jeevan was better at sex than I. I had seen how wild he had made Amita, using both his cock and his mouth. I decided I would try a few things he had used and see how Amita reacted to them. Maybe I would talk with her and get her to help me. No harm in trying, perhaps I might gain some new techniques I could use on other women as well.
So that is all from us,
Bye from, Sarvesh.
Bye from, Sarvesh.
PPS - You will notice that I refrained from replying to any of the Gate Crasher Comments made during or below this story. Some people obviously have too much time on their hands.
Let the mice play; they will be caught by the cat, eventually.
Let the mice play; they will be caught by the cat, eventually.
THE END!!
When this letter was put on our test site, I enjoyed reading it. Funny and sexy, just what I like in a story. It was a good idea to swap husbands like that, and I like how you called them your 'Singapore Husband.' Good one, girls. Well done, Sarvesh, for a good story, too.
BUT! And this is a very big but! I do not think you should have revealed your sexual activities to Meng Yao, like that. I have already taken Amita to task over that, and she informed me that Sarvesh has done some damage control by contacting both couples. I hope for your sake that it is enough because they are people within your company with whom you work.
Sarvesh and Jeevan, you have my permission to put your wives over your knee, pull down their panties and deliver a punishment which you think would be suitable.
Shanti.
BUT! And this is a very big but! I do not think you should have revealed your sexual activities to Meng Yao, like that. I have already taken Amita to task over that, and she informed me that Sarvesh has done some damage control by contacting both couples. I hope for your sake that it is enough because they are people within your company with whom you work.
Sarvesh and Jeevan, you have my permission to put your wives over your knee, pull down their panties and deliver a punishment which you think would be suitable.
Shanti.
Oh wow! Daddy is going to smack Mummy's bum.
Can I watch? Please! Please!
Riya.
Can I watch? Please! Please!
Riya.
Riya. Watch out, young lady. You might get the same.
Jeevan.
Jeevan.
Promises! Promises!
Always Promises!
But you never deliver.
Riya.
Always Promises!
But you never deliver.
Riya.
Right, young lady. You are on my hit list.
Jeevan.
Jeevan.
This little exchange is so good, we've decided to leave it in the story.
Please print off the last page of this second file and replace the first copy I sent you.
Thanks, Shanti.
Please print off the last page of this second file and replace the first copy I sent you.
Thanks, Shanti.
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It has been brought to our attention that some readers are misunderstanding our writing here. This whole blog is under a warning that sexual content appears here. We don't hide this and wish to abide by the Blogspot rules. If you have a problem with a page, please leave a comment at the bottom so we can review and fix your concern. Just reporting to Blogspot doesn't help us to know what exactly the problem is, and so we're unable to fix it.
In all our stories, anyone involved in sexual activities is over the age of 18. The legal age, where we live in New Zealand is 16, but we are happy with the age limit of 18. Keep in mind that some characters have featured in earlier stories as children, but time has gone by, and now they are adults. There are over 25 years between Letter 1 and this story, so any babies in those earlier stories will now be adults.
This blog follows a group of people who belong to a sexual-swapping group based on our real sex-swapping nudist group. As we are in real life, the characters in these stories are mainly married, and some do have young children. While these children might be mentioned, in no case will they be involved in any sexual activities. This follows what we do when the writer's team meet for our real parties. Lots of fun, lots of sex, but no kids!
(This message will appear in all new stories.)
Anne and the writing team.
It has been brought to our attention that some readers are misunderstanding our writing here. This whole blog is under a warning that sexual content appears here. We don't hide this and wish to abide by the Blogspot rules. If you have a problem with a page, please leave a comment at the bottom so we can review and fix your concern. Just reporting to Blogspot doesn't help us to know what exactly the problem is, and so we're unable to fix it.
In all our stories, anyone involved in sexual activities is over the age of 18. The legal age, where we live in New Zealand is 16, but we are happy with the age limit of 18. Keep in mind that some characters have featured in earlier stories as children, but time has gone by, and now they are adults. There are over 25 years between Letter 1 and this story, so any babies in those earlier stories will now be adults.
This blog follows a group of people who belong to a sexual-swapping group based on our real sex-swapping nudist group. As we are in real life, the characters in these stories are mainly married, and some do have young children. While these children might be mentioned, in no case will they be involved in any sexual activities. This follows what we do when the writer's team meet for our real parties. Lots of fun, lots of sex, but no kids!
(This message will appear in all new stories.)
Anne and the writing team.
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