Swapping Wives in Goa
Sarad and Shalini returned to their suite at the Sunshine’s Hotel & Resort in Goa after spending the afternoon at the beach. While Shalini showered, Sarad made them a couple of fruit and rum flavored drinks. He was looking for the can of mixed nuts they’d bought the day before in town when he spied the note.
Dearest Shalini & Sarad:
We have yet to meet, but we have admired the two of you since
You arrived here at the Sunshine’s. Rest assured we are trustworthy
And want to get acquainted. Why not come over to our Villa, it’s
#276, say about 7 tonight? We promise you fun and enjoyment.
Nitesh and Avani
He showed the note to Shalini as she came out of the shower, wiping her hair as rivulets of water still clung to her nipples.
“Wow!” she said after reading it. You thinking what I’m thinking, Sarad?”
“Sounds like an invitation to swap partners, you ask me.”
“It could also be totally innocent. I mean, they might be an eighty year old couple,” Shalini laughed.
“I doubt it,” Sarad replied.
“You don’t want to go?” Shalini said quietly.
“It’s not that,” he replied. “We don’t know who they are, and we don’t know just what they expect of us.”
Shalini giggled, “If they’ve seen you in that g-string you wore to the pool yesterday, then I know they don’t want to spend the evening talking.”
“Hey, I thought I came off pretty good in my bikini,” Sarad laughed.
“Oh, you did, baby. I couldn’t keep my eyes off it, I mean you.”
“Yeah, except to keep an eye on every female at the pool to let them know they’d better not come onto your territory.”
Shalini waited until Sarad finished taking his shower before broaching the note again.
“I think we should go. If it’s not to our liking, we can stay a decent interval and then leave. We can make up a code word so we’ll know what the other is thinking.”
Sarad nodded acceptance. “What word shall we use?” he said.
“How about ‘baseball?'” Shalini asked. “You like the game. Mention baseball if you think we should make an excuse then leave.”
“Okay, I’ll use the code word, you think up some excuse, you’re good at that sort of thing.”
“I’m good at some other things too, sweetie-pie,” Shalini chirped as she gave his dangling Nitesh a friendly squeeze.
“I’m up for fun and games, Shalini,” Sarad laughed, “are you?”
“I think we should hold off for now. I mean, what if Nitesh and Avani are super hot?’
With some reluctance, Sarad agreed with his partner and they took a short nap before dressing and wandering over to the mystery villa.
Shalini wore a lightweight cotton shift, shunning a bra and opting for the skimpiest thong she owned. Sarad donned a pair of drawstring pants and a sleeveless black T that clung to his well sculpted torso.
The young couple was impressed with Villa #276. It was almost three times the size of their own, with white stucco walls rising up to a red tiled roof, that spoke of airy and restrained elegance. A lush hedge of iridescent bougainvillea separated the beach from the back yard, and as they walked toward their destination. The hedge was quite thick, but occasionally there were slight breaks that allowed a view into the yard. Upon hearing some muffled laughter emanating from beyond the foliage, they stopped and peeked through one of the gaps. What they saw were not a couple of decrepit octogenarians rolling around in wheel chairs.
Between the villa and Shalini and Sarad was a big swimming pool, and between the pool and the hedge was some overstuffed sectional-style furniture covered with white vinyl. But that was not what caught their attention. It was the man and woman using the furniture as a stage for the performance they were unknowingly giving the spying couple.
This had to be Avani, and she was totally nude. She was stretched out face down on the top edge of the couch. Her rear was directly over the back end; her right foot was tucked in under her, hooked onto the arm of the couch. Her left leg extended down to the grass next to the couch. Her hands reached out in front of her head, displaying her well-tanned and muscular back and flanks.
Sarad’s penis grew erect on seeing one breast swelling out along the back of the couch, pushed outward by the sort of straddling position that her breasts made on the couch. Her jet-black hair was long and glossy, and hung down toward the ground completely obscuring her face. Overall, she was obviously tall, trim, strong, and totally exposed. Her stance left her ass cheeks spread and her cunt was open to the couple’s view.
“Sarad,” Shalini whispered. “Do you believe this?”
In response, Sarad pulled his girlfriend tight against him, being careful not to make any noise.
“What are you doing?” Shalini squeaked, doing her best to remain quiet too.
“She’s naked,” he whispered.
“I can see that,” Shalini laughed quietly then reached behind her to cup his testicles. “Oh my, you are hard, aren’t you?”
“Don’t make me cum, Shalini,” he said and she knew he meant it and stopped playing with him, but kept him in her hand, liking the comfort it provided.
They both checked out Avani’s nude body.
“Look, see how wet she is!” Shalini said in a voice suddenly husky with lust.
Sarad didn’t answer at first, bur sent his hand under Shalini’s dress in search of her pussy.
“Sarad!” she gasped, you better not!”
Before he could answer her, a naked man strolled into view and knelt down next to Avani but closer to the pool, putting Avani between himself and the spying couple behind the hedge.
“What’s he doing?” Shalini whispered.
“I’m not sure … it looks … yeah, he’s hooking up a garden hose.”
“Whatever for?” Shalini said aloud.
Sarad made no reply, preferring to wait and see.
It didn’t take long before it made sense. Nitesh, if that’s who it was, had connected the hose to a spigot that was part of the nearby Jacuzzi.
“Jesus, Shalini, wait until you see what…”
But Shalini could see for herself. The man directed a stream of hot water from the mouth of the hose directly between Avani’s opened legs.
Shalini’s jaw dropped as she watched enviously as the obviously hot water teasingly splashed over the nude woman’s clitoris and labia. She grabbed Sarad’s hand and brought it directly to her clit. “Rub me there!” she croaked.
“Ready?” the man asked.
“Yes, please,” the woman replied and raised her rump ever so slightly as the man put his thumb over the tip of the hose, turning the spray into a more formidable stream that could be seen moving the woman’s flesh around.
“Here it comes,” he told her; and a jet of water opened the tight collar of her asshole, so that the spying couple could plainly see a shimmering black circle under the flowing water.
“Yesssss, baby!” the woman moaned.
The jet moved to her clit momentarily then her pussy.
Her labia flopped around in the swirling water, reminded Shalini of Sarad’s testicles hanging under his cock while he fucked her.
If this weren’t erotic enough, what happened next was even more unexpected.
Nitesh, Shalini was sure it was Nitesh, inched further forward, and the tip of his pulsing cock pointed straight ahead like a missile in search of its target. The couch was the perfect height so that his cock could rendezvous with Avani’s open cunt, and he allowed it to be swallowed up into the hot and wet cavity. Of course, that wasn’t the unusual part; it was what he did with the hose. Joe pulled the head around behind him and held the nozzle with his right hand resting under his ass. It was a little hard to see, but Shalini and Sarad could easily imagine where the jet of water was being trained: right onto the juncture of his cock and her cunt. In this fashion, the spray was simultaneously stimulating her distended clit and splattering onto his balls as well as the sensitive underside of his cock.
As he began to rock back and forth on his feet, his cock plunged deeply into her cunt and then out. The spray of water shot up and around his cock, and formed a kind of misty fountain of steaming spray. His left hand massaged up and down Avani’s slick back, and she started to twist her head back and forth, flipping her wet black hair around in the edges of the halo of spray.
Shalini was grunting from being filled with four of Sarad’s fingers.
Sarad came from rubbing his erection against Shalini’s ass, shooting his load into the leaves of the hedge.
The couple fornicating with the hose reached simultaneous climaxes in only a few minutes, and at that point, they began to bounce and shimmy around, accompanied by their loud moans and grunts. Their athleticism was evident as their water-slickened muscles rippled and sparkled in the sunlight. Nitesh’s head arched back and he screamed out his satisfaction.
Avani reached down to grab her knees and pull her haunches up toward her head on either side of the couch just as Nitesh pumped a couple of spurts into her, dropping the hose to the ground in the process. He rested his cock at the top of Avani’s ass crease.
Sarad and Shalini could see the wide pink head lying at the base of her spine, as several more thick gobs of cum surged out into the small of her back.
“Did you cum, Sarad?” Shalini asked.
“Yeah on the hedge.”
“Me too,” she replied.
“You came on the hedge?” he said kidding her.
She took him seriously. “No, silly. I came on your hand!”
“Look at them!” he whispered.
Nitesh was mixing the water and sperm and massaging the creamy substance into Avani’s skin from her ass to her shoulder blades.
Then he gripped her slippery ass cheeks and squeezed them inward, forming an enclosure through which he slid his diminishing erection a few times before pulling it out all the way.
Avani was laughing lewdly when she slid off the back of the couch onto the cushions, and Nitesh tumbled forward into her arms. Both disappeared from view of the other couple. The hose continued to splatter the wet vinyl and the couple now rolling about on the grassy lawn.
Shalini turned to Sarad and said, “Honey, what time is it?’
“It’s three after seven. Shall we go meet Nitesh and Avani?”
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