Story 317 Sarvesh - On to Singapore.

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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.

See (Story 316 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!

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Hello from Reshma.

            Sarvesh is an important character in the Letters Books, but we don't see him writing much. My first goal was to set out and change that. Anne had told me they needed another few stories set around the period when everyone was returning to their homes after the big trip to Australia and New Zealand. I agreed to take on one of those stories.
            My story centres around Sarvesh and Jeevan stopping in Singapore for a few days, while the rest of the group continues on to India. Of course, the reason they would stop would be for business. Other, earlier stories, had mentioned they had business interests in this city-state. Now, as you all know, the story needs to be naughty, sexy, because it is the Naughty Letters Stories. So, we needed at least two females to stay with them because Sarvesh and Jeevan would never get into the guy-guy scene. That is when the idea came up that their wives decided to swap husbands. Not just one sex session, but for the entire time they were in Singapore.
            You get the idea: take two men, throw a couple of ladies in with them, and see what happens. That, ladies and gentlemen, is the central theme of this story.

            I set the scene at the same hotel they had used on their way to Australia and New Zealand. That is a nice hotel, but its attraction to us writers is that roof-top pool. Public pool, the chance to wear tiny bikinis, perhaps a bit of sexhibitionism. (Spell check threw a fit with that word.) Then an excited, turned-on female, returning to their hotel room, ready to fuck the brains out of their, poor or lucky partner. Get the idea?
            I wanted to explore the sexual style of Jeevan. He is very relaxed in the bedroom, taking things slowly and gently with a woman. This has been mentioned before. Once, it drove Shanti wild and gave her a new appreciation of this man when he gave her mind-blowing orgasms. (Her words, not mine.) In this story, I have Sarvesh wondering if he needs to explore and experiment with the sex style of his friend.
            I also took the opportunity of giving Sarvesh another character who doesn't seem to take a leading role so much these days. So Mandara becomes Sarvesh's leading lady, or as some might say, Sarvesh's leading fuck buddy.
            Finally, with the help of our character expert, Shandra, I went back to mention the long history between these two couples featured in this story, going right back to when Sarvesh was the boy who swept the floor in a small-town bank. (I'm sure Shanti would be delighted with that.) Jeevan, a small market trader, was just establishing his first business and employed Amita to work in his little rice shop. A long way from the millionaires they both are today.
            Right back in the early days of these stories, the original writers realised they needed a lot of money to pay for all the trips between countries and give the Indians a safe, private house where they could play their naughty games. So that huge trading company was created, covering all the countries where our characters might wish to travel and providing the funding for all these big group trips. You might have noticed in some recent stories where some of the men carried credit cards provided by Sarvesh that pulled funds directly from the company when required.

            Now we come to the last problem with this story, Meng Yao. You know, them telling this Chinese lady about their sexual activities is a big No-No! Goes against the rules that their sexual groups are based on. Could cause future business problems for Sarvesh as well. But Anne has the idea of having a couple who live in Singapore and can host holiday couples for sexual fun. My story sets things up for Meng Yao and her husband to become that ouple.
            Whether this will happen or not is still being discussed among the writers, but now we have a possible couple, should we need one. Another story theme to be picked up or forgotten, as we see fit.
            Well, that is enough from us. Go on, enjoy the story.

            Kia Kaka - Kia Kaha.
                  Be safe - Be strong.
                        Reshma, Rajah and Shandra.

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Story 316 Back to India.

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        On the way home to India, Jeevan and Mandara were staying with Sarvesh and Amita in Singapore as they had business there. Riya was sure there was more than this. She challenged them about what their real motives were while staying in Singapore.
        “Did Mum and Amita need to be with you two men? Of course not, you are obviously up to something sneaky, Sarvesh,” Riya had said.
        Sarvesh had hugged her, saying, “Riya! Dear Riya! You are making so much out of nothing.”
        “So, are you saying you two men won’t touch those women the whole time you’re in Singapore?” she asked.
        Sarvesh held up his hands. “Ahhh, Riya. You know I can’t promise that. If those women become upset about being in a strange city, we will need to comfort them.”
        “Ahh! Read comfort as fucking like rabbits!” she said as she held up her fingers to make air quotation marks.
        By now, Mandara was openly laughing, and soon Jeevan and Amita joined in. Many of us listening were amused, too, but Sarvesh wasn’t ready to concede yet.
        “Dear Riya, why are you so untrusting? Why don’t you believe that we might be doing business?”
        “Oh, I believe the business part, but it's the funny business going on that I’m concerned about.”
        He smiled. “Please don’t be concerning yourself about any of our business.”
        “Oh, but I must. Who else is going to look out for my dear Mummy?”
        “Dear Mummy! I’m surprised you don’t choke on that! The way you used to treat her before this trip!”
        Riya chose to ignore that comment as she continued, “Somebody has to protect poor Mummy. Dad doesn’t seem interested in protecting her from your wicked intentions, Sarvesh.”
        “I don’t hear your mother complaining?”
        “Well, that is even worse. She’s been brainwashed into thinking wild ogres are normal behaviour,” Riya said.
        “Mandara is happy being with me,” he said.
        Riya gave a big smile. Now she was ready to spring her trap.
        “Ahhh! So, I was right! Something is going on, isn’t it? I knew it was!”
        She smiled back at him, knowing she had got him.
        Sarvesh didn’t reply. He smiled, knowing she had won that one.

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Hello from Asami.
            When Anne gave me this story, I began the planning stage, where I worked out a timeline of where I wanted the story to go. What you read here followed that plan fairly closely, except there were a lot of details and sub-scenes (rabbit holes) added in.
            Anne's direction notes said, "Get them all back to their homes in India but leave Sarvesh and Jeevan with their wives in Singapore." She didn't even tell me who was telling the story. It was wide open for me to write it however I wanted.
            I had written Kalki's story of how they left India, so I felt it might be good to get her to tell the story of the trip back. Kalki is an undisciplined person who goes off into little side stories before dragging herself back to the main story. She had a child with another one in the way, so it would be natural that the children would play a part in this trip too.
            So, I started writing. At first, it went well, but then I hit a brick wall. Anne suggested I get Rochelle to help me. One morning, during a milking shift (cow milking, a dairy farm), I told her about my problems. That night, her family came to my house for dinner. After dinner, while the kids watched a movie, we sat at the table with our husbands and worked out my writing problems. So Rochelle agreed to help with the writing. Both our husbands had some input too, as they usually do when we are writing.
            So go read our finished story. Have fun!

Hello from Rochelle.
            I was asked to help with this story. Asami was struggling with filling in the details of the sex scenes. We sat down together to work them out. We find sex scenes hard not to repeat something we've already written. You'll see it here, where it ended up using Cowgirl style a bit much.
            Now there is a lot of sex in this story. Three main sex scenes, but other sex parts, like the orgy night and picking flowers. Asami and I went to visit Shandra and Anne, as they had details of which stories we needed for our research. Some were still unpublished notes, too. Once all that research had been done, I was able to help Asami finish the story.
            The writing went fast, and here we are, finished.

            Kia Kaka - Kia Kaha.
                  Be safe - Be strong.
                        Asami and Rochelle.

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Story 315 Final Orgy Night.

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          Chapter Contents.

1.    Sabreena: An Introduction.
2.    Shanti: Opening Story.
3.    Roxanne: Younger Woman Attends an Orgy.
4.    Betty and Ragesh - Unfinished Business.
5.    Gordon and Cathy: Three Couples.
6.    Fred and Ginger: Our Adventure.
7.    Riya: Pussy Row.
8.    Greeshma: A Special Guest Writer.
9.    Shanti: An Ending to Our Story.

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A) Sabreena: An Introduction.

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Hi from Sabby (Sabreena)

        At the meeting where we were deciding who would write each story, Shanti asked me if I’d like to write about the last evening in New Zealand. I realised that this was a big one, so I suggested to Shanti that we make it a joint effort, using different people to give their views and experiences of the same party. She thought that was a great idea, and still asked if I could organise it.
        I told her that I already had other duties with all the adventures I have had over the last month, but she said that it didn’t matter if this story was left for a while, since it would be the last in the series. She suggested the names of some who could join me. I could see that she wasn’t going to let me get out of it, so I began to seriously consider how I would write it.
        Getting others like that would take some of the load off me, which I was happy with, and so I agreed to take over the project. (Not that I had much choice in it) I knew it would be sort of like a team effort. She also told me to open a file for this story on the group web page so others could begin work on their parts. This is what I have come back to now, a partly completed story. Now it is up to me to put it all together.
        The first to join my writing group was Shanti herself. She said she would do an introduction for me to get us started.

Shanti also asked for a list of writers.
                Sabreena: (That’s me! Sometimes it's Sabby or Sabbie, depending on who is writing.)
                Shanti: (Opening for this story.)
                Roxanne: (Very new to this sex group. Just recently lost her virginity.)
                Betty: (Unfinished business with Ragesh.)
                Gordon: (A newer writer, new at these sexy parties too.)
                Ginger: (New writer - a good story anyway.)
                Riya: (Pussy Row! Do I need to say more?)
                Greeshma: (A guest writer.)
                Shanti: (Don’t know where Sabbie went – but she didn’t write anything here.)

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Hello from Shandra.

            Sorry for the delay in publishing this story, but the writer's team struggled to get it done. It seemed that every time we sat down to work on it, we hit a writer's roadblock. Anyway, it is finished now, even though we aren't happy with a few parts. We might come back and rework Part F, Ginger's Adventure, but for now, it will be published as it is. If we do make changes, they will most likely be adding extra detail or correcting some part so it reads better.
            So, the group has moved from the Kia Iwi Lakes to Auckland. It is the last night all of them will be together, so they wanted to hold a party to end what had been a very successful time in Australia and New Zealand. With this group, a party could only mean one thing: a sex party, an orgy night.

            The structure of this story is a bit different. Allan snr gave us the idea when he told us how they did big battles in his blog by viewing through different characters. Using more than one writer is not uncommon with us, but we took it further this time by using seven different writers. In the end, nine people contributed to this story.
            The problem with using so many writers is ensuring that they don't overlap and write about the same time, or they get details wrong and contradict what others have written. Yes, both of these did happen, so you might like to have fun looking for our mistakes.
            So, hope you all enjoy this one, and we look forward to you joining us when we publish the next one.

            Now, Mary, Allan Snr., and Kim are working on a new series where the Japanese couple take their friends for a holiday in Simone's house on Waiheke Island. This is going to be a good one, a big one. These three new couples will deal with nudity and swinging.
            This series might become a spin-off from the main stories. Our problem is that if the couples Hirohiko and Sayako, Kenshin and Chiharu, had sex with these three new couples, they would not be able to continue with the Letters Group. Well, not until they have been tested and done three months stand down without sexual contact with their friends. Another option would be to leave the Letter's Group and set up their own group. It's an interesting problem that we are still deciding at this time.

            Kia Kaka - Kia Kaha.
                  Be safe - Be strong.
                        Shandra and the Writer's Team.

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Story 314 Hidden Keys.

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Hi from Jenny.
        This story was first published at the end of Riya's story about travelling back from the Kia Iwi Lakes, but we've decided that since it wasn't about travelling, it should be added as a separate story of its own. With a bit of improvement, here it is, here.
        The next morning, after our trip back from the lakes, was the last full day in New Zealand. They would be leaving for either Australia or India the following day.
        There was a bit of a scene after breakfast when Peter had asked the twins to hand over their keys to the car they shared. There was a bit of arguing back, then came the tears, especially from Carol.
        “You can't do that! My life will be ruined if I can't go out!” Carol said.
        “You should have thought of that before you disobeyed us,” I replied.
        “Our friends will never speak to us again,” Kirsten said.
        “They can't be any kind of friends then,” I replied, not believing a word of their dramatics. “You're better off without them.”
        “That's fucking not fair. You are so mean!” Kirsten added, looking at her father, probably hoping he would break first.
        It didn't help their cause when Kirsten swore at her father and called him mean. But through it all, Peter and I remained firm and wouldn't back down. We had to, whether we liked it or not; we couldn't let them win with this. They broke the rules, so they needed to face the punishment.
        “How do you think we feel? In front of all our friends. You know the group rules! And you deliberately disobeyed them,” Jenny said.
        “Mike and Shanti are our friends. Sarvesh and Amita are too. You let all of us down!” Peter added.
        “But we didn't mean to hurt you, Daddy,” Carol tried to say.
        'Daddy!' See, still playing games, going for him as they thought he would give in first.
        “Well, you did,” Peter said. “I'm very disappointed in you both. I thought you were good girls.” He paused for a moment to move between them, putting an arm around each of them. “Look, I love you girls and don't want to punish you.”
        It was an intense moment for all three of them. The girls were in tears. Peter had tears in his eyes, too. I was touched by it. I thought they were beginning to realise that it wasn't the sex but the way they betrayed us, the broken trust. But with those two, it was hard to tell if it was a put-on.
        Finally, both in tears, they ran off to a bedroom.
        “It's hard not to give in to them. But they need to be punished for what they did,” Peter said.
        “You're always a bit soft on them,” I smiled back at him.
        “I know, but they are our daughters. I think the world of them,” Peter said.
        I stepped over and hugged him. "I know you do. You're a good father to them. But this power struggle has been building for a while now. We can't give in!”
        It was a touching moment. I could see he was struggling.

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Hello from Ayaka.

            We wanted to finish the power struggle between Peter and Jenny and their twin daughters, Kirsten and Carol.
                (See Story 304 Stephen and the Twins.)
            I wrote this new scene where the girls who were being punished, tried to go out in their car. Anne thought it was too short for its own page, and we published it at the end of Asami's Story 313. I still wasn't happy with that, and with both Allans supporting me, I brought it up at a writers' meeting. It was agreed to remove my story from her story if I wrote a bit more. I decided on a 12-month update where the twins were enjoying work at the car yards for their petrol money.
            The main storyline is about the twins deciding to use their car while their parents were away for the night. They are outsmarted by their parents using the video security system. They should have known about that because Peter used that system in another recent story.
                (See Story 275 Part One. Sexy Karene.)
            Perhaps the girls never saw that story. Anyway, they got caught again and got into more trouble with their parents.
            This story is short. Sure, I know that, but it was written as a fun thing while exploring the theme of rebellious teenagers who think they are cleverer than their parents. Instead, they walked into a trap set by Peter and Jenny.

            Kia Kaka - Kia Kaha.
                  Be safe - Be strong.
                        Ayaka and Asami.

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Story 313 Riya's Farming Surprise.

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        At four in the morning, a car left a house in Hillsborough in Auckland. It drove across to a house in the nearby suburb of Lynfield. An older man was driving, and another man was beside him. An older lady, the driver's wife, sat in the back seat. At the second house, a man and a younger woman were waiting for them.
        The people in the car changed places with the newcomers. While the older man was still driving, his wife had moved forward to join him in the front seat. In the back, the young woman, still a teenager at 19, was in the centre with a man on either side of her.
        Leaving Peter’s house, the car made its way through Mount Roskill to reach the Southwestern Motorway. At the interchange, the car turned north towards Auckland City. It drove through the Waterview Tunnel and came out onto the Northwestern, turning towards the CBD. At the large interchange fondly known as Spaghetti Junction, the car took the bypass to the Northern Motorway, coming out onto Highway 1.

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Hello from Asami.

            While in India and travelling to Perth, Riya had mentioned she was looking forward to visiting Tom's farm. Right back to when Tom and Betty were in India for Katrina's wedding, Riya was a little girl who had been interested in the photos Betty had of their cows and farm. Now, she was still interested in animals and was working towards becoming a vet.
            Well, when we got into writing all the other stories and forgot about the farm. Suddenly, we realised we had missed it out, and the New Zealand trip stories were almost completed.
            “We could work it in on their last day in New Zealand,” Rochelle said.
            “But they have a final party at Mike's house,” Anne challenged her.
            “But that is in the afternoon and evening. Warkworth is close to Auckland; they could go up during the day.”
            So, that was how the idea came about. They were rushing to get another story finished, which came out to be Story 312, so this one has become Story 313. I was writing it with Rochelle's help. Susan designed the main sex scene in the car for us as well. It was all done in a bit of a rush.
            Once this story is put in place, we can finish the final story in this section. But I hear they are having trouble with Story 314, The Final Party. There might be a bit of a wait for that one. It is even possible there might be a story regarding getting back to India, although I think the writing team is tired of travelling stories.

            Kia Kaka - Kia Kaha.
                  Be safe - Be strong.
                        Asami and Rochelle.

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Story 312 Tane Mahuta

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Hi from Shanti.
        We have been back from our trip to the Kia Iwi Lates for months now. Our overseas visitors have all returned to their homes. It has been a busy time writing, and some great stories have been published in the Letters Books. Now three big volumes have been added to the Letters Collection, and the other day we published what we thought was the last of the stories about our trip adventures. Suddenly, I received word from India and Australia that there were two late stories to be added, since neither of them were long, we have agreed to add them in.
        This first one comes from Ginger in Australia. Ginger hasn't written much, but she and her husband, Fred, were fully involved in all the fun. It turns out Ginger writes poetry, which surprised me. She wrote a poem from the last few days we were camping. When I read her poem, I realised none of us had mentioned this extra adventure. While it is not sexy, I believe it should still be included in this series.
        Let me hand over to Ginger now.

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Hello from Kim.

            My partner, Allan Snr, has been writing all his adult life. He had a blog on finance, then he started a blog on postage stamps. Now he has that SI project. He has also written in this blog as well. But at first, before he had a computer, he was writing poetry. Once he showed me his poems, all neatly typed out and placed in a folder. Some were a bit strange, but most are quite good.
            At a writer's meeting, I remembered one poem he wrote about the large Kauri, Tane Mahuta. This famous tree was just north of where the Letters group were camping. I said, “It was a pity we had finished those stories because we could have included Allan Snr's poem.”
            “We still could,” Susan said, “We just need to come up with an excuse why this poem story arrived late.”
            “Maybe if a character who doesn't usually write stories could write a poem for fun, and someone suggests putting it into the Letters Books.”
            So that was our plan. Ginger from Australia was chosen as our author, and she didn't intend it to be published until Paula and Donald saw it.

Allan Snr here.
            I had no intention of publishing that poem. It was just a fun thing I wrote in 1983. (Yes, Anne, you probably weren't even a twinkle in your Dad's eye back then.) But then Kim suggested it at that meeting, and the idea took off. Kim wrote the story, adding my poem as the feature.
            I don't know why they were prepared to make so many changes to fit it in. It wasn't even sexy, although Kim hinted at some sexy fun on the drive up to the Kauri.
            I wrote the poem after I had been travelling up north over the summer with a couple of friends. My son was staying with my parents in Auckland, and they gave me a week to get away for a break. Anyway, we were camping at Opononi at the entrance to the Hokianga Harbour when we decided to visit Tane Mahuta early in the morning, as we heard it was the best time. The poem describes that event.
            Tane Mahuta is 30 minutes south of Opononi and 20 minutes north of Kia Iwi Lakes.

            Kia Kaka - Kia Kaha.
                  Be safe - Be strong.
                        Kim and Allan Snr.

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Story 311 - Back to Auckland.

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அனைவருக்கும் வணக்கம். என் பெயர் ரியா
      (anaivarukkum vanakkam. en beyer ria)

Hello! Everyone. My name is Riya.
        It seems I get all these joining and travelling stories to write, especially if Sarvesh is involved. I suppose it is because I kept a diary and so had lots of notes on our trip.
        As I begin writing, I don't expect this to be a sexy story, but then, who knows? Further down the page, I might decide to add something in. You’ll have to read and find out.

        Well, our camping holiday at the Kia Iwi Lakes was coming to an end. For some, like Jenny's twins, it had been a bit stormy with lots of problems, but for me, it had been different. I had a great time. Lots of fun, lots of sex, a real adventure. The men were great fun, were teasing, but when we were together, it had all been great fun. From not knowing about the sex things when I came to Australia, now I have a lot more experience. Yes, I like sex.
        On the last night, things were a bit quiet around the camp because Commander Mike had told everyone to get ready the night before; he wanted to break camp early and get on the road home. So, people were packing and getting ready to leave early the next morning.
        Not that I was worried. All I had be do was sling my gear at my bag and I was ready. Would you believe I had not worn a bra or panties the whole time? It had always been a bikini when one was required; otherwise, it was nude. I am very comfortable with nudity now. Maybe shy with people seeing me outside of our group, but among those in the group, no problems at all.
        I know the men still looked when I was naked. I know they like observing my breasts and trying to look between my legs, but the truth is, I like them looking too. But this is getting away from my subject.
        During the camp breaking and clean up, I planned to get involved, helping the pulling down tents, packing up and loading the vans, etc. Mike had already asked if I would be able to help him. I had willingly admitted I would.
        Sitting around, eating dinner that night, I found myself beside Ian again. I like Ian. I like others like Mike and Sarvesh, even Ragesh too, but I think Ian is my favourite.
        “Got any plans for tonight, sexy girl?” he asked.
        “No, no plans yet. Not unless a horny older man is interested in my hot Indian pussy.”
        “Hey, a bit less of the old, please. And yes, I’d be interested.”
        “OK, how does a handsome, sexy man sound?”
        “Much better."
        "What do you want to do tonight?” I asked.
        “Isn’t that obvious? I want that hot, sexy pussy again.”
        “She wants you too, Ian,” I replied.
        Then Kala, who was on the other side of him, said, “Let’s give him a threesome, Riya? We can take him up on the hill, do some moonlight fucking.”
        I thought that was a good idea, but then, even if I didn’t, I couldn’t say much, considering she was a wife and she was letting me play with her husband.

Story 311 Background Notes.

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Hello from Kim.
            Yes, another joint effort. Allan and I (Kim) like writing Riya's stories. (Susan joined us to help with the sex scene.) Riya is a relatively new in this series, just beginning writing during the trip when everyone ended up in New Zealand. But she has a cheeky style, giving us little insights into what she is thinking. We both like that.
            As Riya says in her story, this is just a joining and travelling story, not much of a chance for any sex. But, as you will find out, we did manage to get a good sex scene in, thanks to Susan's help.
            We spent a couple of evenings doing our research as there are several others in the writing team who are working around with this story. We want our story to blend in with their stories.
            The story was easy to write, even though it took us a long time. It was more a matter of sitting down to do it. Finally, I got that phone call from Anne. You know the one where she kicks arse. She said we were holding others up who were waiting for us to complete our work first. (Please note: - Anne rings me to kick my arse, not Allan's. Not fair!)
            We had fun writing this story so we hope you have fun reading it.

Hello from Allan.
            Riya began as a rebellious teenager; she was such a problem that her mother cancelled her coming on this trip. It took Sarvesh to save her, and she was travelling under a heavy promise to behave. Now she was allowed to lose her virginity on this trip, which had come as a shock. She also began to see her parents, particularly her mother, differently. She had the responsibility helping to teach the school children and do a series of video links with her class in India. In this story, Ian says she has changed, matured. Riya was pleased that he said that.
            One thing she was allowed to do was some of the driving, first in Australia and then in New Zealand. She proved to be a careful and skilled driver, and as this story will show, she got to drive some pretty big and expensive "toys."
            So, where do we go with Riya now? I don't know what others think, but I think Riya, as a character, has a lot of potential. But for now, the main goal is get everyone back to their homes.
            I think the next step for Riya, and this is just my personal opinion, she should leave the school teaching role and join Mootie's Game Reserve. That is her desire, to become a vet. We've been hinting about that for a while now, so let's get on and do it. Anne, are you reading this? After that, her Dad needs to buy her a car. A nice red sporty one, Kim thinks. Further out, we could find her a husband, but with lots of hot sex along the way, of course. We've opened up sex for her now, and the girl likes it, so we can't cut that out now just because the trip is over.
            One suggestion is a daughter swap. Jeevan and Mootie take Riya and Jasmine out for a meal at the club. They then go somewhere, perhaps a hotel room at the club, and have sex with each others daughter. We could do a second story and do a mothers sawpping daughters for some hot girl-on-girl sex.

            Kia Kaka - Kia Kaha.
                  Be safe - Be strong.
                        Kim, Allan and Susan.

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Story 310 - Roxanne's First Time.

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Hi from Roxanne.
        I did something I wasn't expecting to do when I went on that camping trip to the Kia Iwi Lakes. I changed my status in the Letters Group from ‘nonsexual’ to ‘sexual.’ This led to me losing my virginity as well. At the time, I didn't think making a story about it was that important, but now I am pleased that you, Kalki, did it for me. Thank you for that. It is a good story, I like it.

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Hi from Kalki.

        Yes, I know. This story is not really about me, but when neither of the other two wanted to write it, it came back to me to do it. Shanti said it was important that someone recorded what happened because she knew that later, Roxanne might regret not having a special story of her own. Since I was the only other witness to what happened, I went with it, intending to write a story Roxanne would be proud of. Soon, my husband, Hamza, became involved in writing as well. We also contacted Roxanne to get ideas from her. So, this became a three-way writing venture.

        So, as far as I know, what happened was this young European woman named Roxanne got to the camping at the lake, saw all the adult fun that was going on and decided to change her status in the Letters Group from ‘nonsexual’ to ‘sexual.’ Since she was over the age of eighteen, it shouldn't have been a problem, just a case of the three leaders agreeing and making some statement regarding Roxanne’s new status. She would then be able to become sexually active with any consenting members of the group.
        But there was a problem. Roxanne was also a virgin, having never had full sex before. After a long talk with Shanti, Roxanne was encouraged to take a man from the group to be her first. That is where we came in. She had a short list of names of men who might be suitable. I think Riya had a hand in this, and after some consideration, Roxanne chose my husband, Hamza.
        I remember it came as a bit of a shock since we hardly knew this girl, having only met her once we arrived in New Zealand. I knew nothing about all this, but Ian from Australia had dropped the word to Hamza that a request might be coming his way. I’m not sure how Ian found out. Most likely from Riya, those two seem very close.

Story 310 Background Notes.

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Hello from Anne.

            Roxanne first appeared as a permanent character in the Letters Stories when her parents and an older sister joined the Letters Group. She had appeared in some earlier stories as well, going right back to when she was only a small child (6 years old). I won't go into this history because it has been well covered in that series of six stories. (See the list at the bottom of these notes.
            The final outcome was her parents joining the Letters Group. By then, Roxanne and her sister Rachael were both old enough to become full sexual members, and Shanti gave them the choice as to their status within the group. Rachael decided to become a sexual member, while Roxanne decided to remain non-sexual for a while until she decided. Well, when everyone was touring with the overseas visitors, Roxanne began to have second thoughts. She had heard a bit about the fun everyone was having and began to think about getting involved.
            Since Roxanne was old enough, the change was simple. She just approaches a leader like Shanti and tells her she wants to change to a sexual member. Shanti would go over some of the rules and then make an announcement that Roxanne had changed her status. It would be easier since everyone was together at the camp at the Kia Iwi Lakes.
            The one problem was that Roxanne was a virgin. Shanti's suggestion was that she find a man from the group and spend the night with him, fixing that problem. Which is where this story came from. She selected an Indian man, Hamza, to be her first. Kalki, his wife, would be there too.
            For a reason not stated in the story, neither Roxanne nor Hamza wanted to write about it, so the writing defaulted to the only other one there, Kalki.
            I wrote the story as if Kalki were not a good or disciplined writer. She strays a bit into her own story, and the language gets a bit confusing in places. Yes, this was intended in my story. Kalki also has a good sense of humour, which I wanted to come out in the story too. So there it is, the background behind Story 310.

            As I said above, we can find out more about Roxanne and her family in a series of stories written by me or her mother, Deanna, in the Letters Group. I have included links to these below.
                        (See Story 289 Brittany - Simon's Story Part One.)
            Simon's Story, Brittany, Simon's first wife, destroys their marriage.
                        (See Story 290 Deanna - Simon's Story Part Two.)
            Simon's Story continues with a new wife called Deanna.
                        (See Story 291 Sexy Weekend A - Simon's Story Part Three.)
            Simon's Story continues, as they meet two couples and holiday at a holiday house.
                        (See Story 292 Sexy Weekend B - Simon's Story Part Four.)
            Simon's Story continues, the second part of the holiday at a holiday house.
                        (See Story 293 Joining the Letters Group - Simon's Story Part Five.)
            Simon and Deanna's road towards joining the Letters Group.
                        (See Story 294 The End of the Journey - Simon's Story Part Six.)
            The final part of Simon's journey - Joining Letters.

            Bye for now.
                  Enjoy my story.
                        Anne.

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Story 309 Saree Stripping Party.

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Hi, Tom and Betty here.
        One of the highlights of our camping trip to the Kai Iwi Lakes was the Saree Stripping Game. Before we share our story, first, Betty will provide some background on what this event was about. Then we will tell you about some of the sexual things that happened with us during that evening.

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Betty here.

        The third night at the camp, they decided to have a new contest. We had never heard of this before, but thought it was a great idea. A Saree Stripping Contest. It seems that all the Indian women from India had at least one saree with them. Lizamoa had a couple of extras as well. When the idea was suggested at breakfast, everyone seemed to like it.
        For us women, an exotic stripping contest would be fun. A chance to show off in front of the men. Who wouldn't be in for that? Displaying ourselves naked was sure to lead to even more fun.
        For the men, watching some sexy, beautiful ladies getting naked was sure to be fun, but then everyone knew the fun wouldn’t stop there. Yes, this had the unspoken promise of becoming an orgy or sex party.
        Not that Tom or I were complaining, either. We were there to have fun. We had talked about it before we left the farm. We knew these people were into swapping, group sex and orgies, so going on holiday with them, we would be drawn into their games. We had decided that whatever came to either of us was fine as long as we were open with each other about our activities, and the sex was only fun.
        It was then that they dropped a few more rules on us. Each of us women had to choose a man other than her husband/boyfriend to help them undress. Meanwhile, the women would also undress the men. There was no restriction on what they touched or did during the stripping process.
        What? A guy involved, helping. We could all see where this was going, as I said above, an orgy or sex party for sure.

        Some of us women got together and found that we had extra sarees between us, which meant six other women could join in the contest. Jenny was the first to volunteer, since she was smaller, like Lizamoa, she borrowed one from her.
        The two Australian women, Joyce and Cathy, borrowed a saree each. The two Japanese women, Sayako and Chiharu, also decided to join in, taking a saree each. The final saree went to Deanna.
        Some were surprised that I entered the contest; I was a bit surprised myself that I could. I already owned two sarees, but I had left them at home. It was then that I discovered we had brought them both with me. Well, actually, the truth was that Tom had brought them. I didn’t know he had them there until they started organising the contest.
        Of course, I was excited about joining in. I gave one to Deanna’s daughter, Rachael, and kept the last, the sexier one, for myself.
        Yes, you’ve all guessed which one. It is the white one, the one that goes see-through when it gets wet. And I was going to wear it. It may have surprised some that I was willing to get into the fun. Well, why not? Wasn’t that what we were there for, having fun? (See Story 222 The See-Through Sari.)

Story 309 Background Notes

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Hello from Ayaka.

            I think we need to explain what happened with these stories. During the evening three events happened. First, there was the Wet Saree Show (This story). Next came the ‘Stairway to Heaven’ by Led Zeppelin contest. Last was about Hamza getting together to spend the night with Simon and Deanna's younger daughter, Roxanne. It would be her first time with a man.
            When we came to write and publish these three stories, the middle story about the ‘Stairway to Heaven’ contest was published when this story, the Wet Saree Show had been cancalled. When I decided to pick it up, again, it was too late as the ‘Stairway to Heaven’ had already been published. We considered changing their names etc but since we were dealing with a published story it would have made things more difficult so it as decided to leave them as they were.
            Sorry for any confusion this may have caused. So the order it happened was, Saree Contest first, then came the Stairway to Heaven, to be followed by Hamza and Roxanne.

            Tom and Betty have joined the group for their holiday to the Kai Iwi Lakes. They have already included a three part story before they left Auckland. (See Story 297 Tom and Betty – Part One.) Now they do another story about a sexy game they played one evening. This was a Saree Stripping Contest, although it became more of a game when it was decided there would be no winners. Since Sarvesh and Amita had sent Betty two sarees she used the sexy see-through when wet one herself and loaned her other saree to Rachael, Deanna and Simon's daughter.
            When they added a guy to help the women undress, this became sexier but when that guy had to be someone other than a husband or boyfriend, things really got sexy. Once both were naked, foam pads were provided for them to do anything they wanted. Both Tom with the younger Indian lady, Kalki and Betty with the two guys Jeevan and Mootie had more fun on the pad beds.
            Perhaps not our most sexy story but it was part of a very sexy evening.

            Kia Kaka - Kia Kaha.
                  Be safe - Be strong.
                        From Ayaka.

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Story 308 - Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven.

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Hi from Mike.
        The Lake Camp was going well, and we were over halfway through. On Thursday, there had been a bit of a glitch with some younger teenage girls, but a camp meeting got that sorted. They realised they had overstepped and would now behave themselves.
        Anyway, we planned to keep a closer eye on the younger ones, especially the twins. While we could have just allowed them to come into the adult group since they were almost eighteen, the way they had forced our hand meant we had to go through with some form of punishment for breaking the rules.
                (See Story 304 Stephen and the Twins.) and (See Story 306 The Older Teens Meeting.)

        The plan for that morning, a walk down to the ocean beach on the coast. It wasn’t that far, taking less than an hour to walk there. Our goal was to view the coast and collect a small bucket of black iron sand that Riya wanted for her online show that afternoon. Since it was an easy walk across farmland, almost everyone came with us.
        The last part was a scramble down the sand dunes onto the flat sand of the beach. We didn’t intend to go swimming as we had been told that this beach was dangerous. These West Coast beaches are a bit like that, with rough surf, rips, and undertows, so we settled for having a look around. Some of us paddled in the water but never went in much deeper than our knees. The kids got into a game where they would go down the beach as far as they could, then run back as a wave came in, so they didn't get their feet wet. Some of us adults joined in, too.
        Riya got her sample of sand. It wasn’t as good as she would have got down near Auckland. The sand up here was a lot lighter in colour since it has less iron content. But it would be enough for the purpose she wanted it for.
        While Stephen videoed, Ian and Riya dug into a sand dune to reach the darker sand under the surface. That video would be played during Riya’s show later with a short clip of some of us playing chicken with the waves.
        Once we got back to camp, we spread the sand out in the sun. It had been a bit damp under the surface sand, so we wanted to dry it before we could do our science experiment later. (See Story 307 Riya's Update - Day Three Camping.)

Story 308 - Background Notes.

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Hello from Susan.

            Allan Snr has always been against the background notes that include every story in this blog. He says they are a waste of time and a distraction. So he also declines Anne's invitation to write this background.
            Anne's team has been doing a lot of work on a blog that Allan Snr and I are writing. In return, Allan snr agreed to write a story for this blog. It is different, I'm sure you will notice his style. Since this story involves a song, it is partly written in a form of poetry. Allan Snr talked to Rochelle, one of Anne's writers, who writes poetry too.

            Over dinner the other night, I asked Allan about this story.
            He replied, "When Anne suggested a story theme about a sari stripping contest, I wasn't into that, so she let me choose my own theme set in the Lake Camp Holiday. We needed a contest, something with some sex and some fun. I remember some time ago, an old friend of mine was telling a group of us at a dinner party how she used to get herself off to music. As far as I remember, the conversation went something like the one with Jenny in this story. The song she used was Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin, one of my favourite songs."
            "Anne, Rochelle and Shandra sat down to work out how a woman might do this. I was listening and taking notes. We found a copy of the words and played the song while listening and reading it at the same time. We quickly identified the places where the song changed as it built towards that powerful ending. Here were the places where a woman might increase when she was doing to herself while listening to the music."

            So, now Allan Snr had a plot but no characters. We gave him a good selection of those at the camp, but he decided to return to an older story he had written for this blog. (See Story 216 The Final Days - Part Four.)
            Here was his leading lady for this story, Nishi, the naughty maid. According to him, the writing came easily, and he finished putting it together in only a few days. Then came a week or so of changing and rewriting until he got it how he wanted it. A few of us had some input, but it was mostly Allan's own work.
            Then we called in Allan's coding team who prepared it for publishing here on this blog. Anne read it over and let it go with only a few minor changes. (I don't think she would ever change his work that much.) Now this story is ready for publishing.

            So, do you believe it is possible to get yourself off to this song? Allan Snr said it was, and so I had to try it. First attempt didn't go so well, but when I tried it again, after listening to the song a couple more times, I achieved an orgasm. It was slightly early but still in the last line. I thought that was pretty good. Just a bit more practice with orgasmic management, and I think I might be able to hit that last word. One day, I might give it another go.
            Do any of you lady readers get yourself off to music? If yes, please tell us which song/songs you use.

            Kia Kaka - Kia Kaha.
                  Be safe - Be strong.
                        Susan and Allan Snr.

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