Swapping my beautiful wife

My name is Akshay, 34, and my wife is Renuka, 31. We’ve been married for five years. Our marriage was arranged. We thought we were a good match, but when we started living together, we realised we were not. The mismatch didn’t stop us from having a good intimate relationship. She conceived four months after getting married and gave birth to our first child. Then we had our second child and decided two children were enough.

Before we got married, I was a playboy, and she was from a traditional family. I had a good job, partied a lot and had many girl friends. She worked as a school teacher and was not well-exposed to a modern lifestyle. I was happy with her good looks, but I was disappointed that she was not as modern as my friends’ wives.

Most of my friends and their wives were open-minded couples. They swapped partners, but they didn’t involve me because I had not introduced Renu to swapping. I had not tried to convince her to participate in swapping immediately after getting married because we wanted to have children. After we had two children, I wanted to talk to her about swapping with my friends, but she was so traditional that I feared she might think the idea is crazy and leave me or complain to her family.

One year after our second child was born, Renu looked hotter than ever. Her pretty face had matured, and her curvier figure gave her a motherly look. Her butt, hips, and breasts had all become larger and more defined. She was very attractive, but I wanted to swap her with my friends’ wives, who looked equally attractive. I was reluctant to talk to her, afraid the idea would shock her. But luckily, I got the right opportunity when we visited her native place to celebrate her uncle’s 80th birthday.

Renu had not visited her native place for a long time, so she wanted to stay there for three days after the birthday party. She didn’t want to take the children to every place she’d planned to visit, so we left them with my sister.

We went to her native place one day before the birthday party. We were given a spacious guest bedroom because Renu’s uncle and auntie liked her. The other guests had to share the guest house, which was behind the main house.

The next day we helped prepare for the party and got along well with everybody. But I couldn’t help noticing Renu was getting a lot of attention from the men. Though there were good-looking women, she stood out. I understood the men because she was no longer just attractive; she had become very sexy. Even when she walked slowly, her wide hips swayed gracefully, and her breasts and buttocks shook seductively, catching the attention of most men.

We had a great birthday party that evening, and uncle and auntie very happy. But the next morning, I had a nasty hangover and awoke at 10 a.m. Renu told me her uncle and aunt had gone to a distant temple with relatives and would only return in the evening. I was happy I had extra time to relax before they came back.

Renu said she had eaten breakfast already, and she’ll go down to the kitchen and ask the cook to prepare breakfast for me. I wasn’t hungry, but I didn’t mind eating to get rid of the hangover.

Renu left the bedroom, and I went to the attached bathroom. By the time I finished and stepped out of the bathroom, she had returned with the food. She reminded me that we had to go to her cousin’s house for lunch. She then said she is going back to the kitchen to ask the cook to prepare favorite snacks that everyone liked. She asked me to take rest after eating and left the room.

I was not in the mood to eat, but I was suddenly very thirsty. I looked at the table expecting to see a glass or a water bottle, but Renu had not brought water with the food. I looked around the room and didn’t find water bottles. I went out and walked down the stairs. The house was quiet, and I couldn’t see anyone. I went to the kitchen expecting to see the cook, but he too was not there. I filled a glass with water and drank it all.

I left the kitchen and went towards the stairs. Before climbing up, I looked down the long hallway and saw that the back door was half-open. Outside, I saw Renu talking with the cook. I walked towards the back door to call her. Before I could reach the door, I saw the cook hug her, and I stopped walking, taken aback. Renu pushed him away and walked away to the guest house. The cook followed her quickly, and both entered the guest house.

‘What the fuck!’ I thought and stepped out. I went to the guest house and gently pushed the front door, but it didn’t budge.

Sensing something suspicious, I went around the house and saw an open window. I looked inside and saw suitcases that belonged to the guests. I saw another window and went to it. It was shut, but I pulled the wooden panel shutter slowly and it opened. I opened just enough to look inside. I couldn’t see anyone in the empty bedroom, but I could hear soft moans. Curiously, I walked to the back of the house and saw the backdoor. I slowly pushed it open and peeped inside. I couldn’t see anyone. I entered the house and heard Renu moaning. I went towards the sound and peeped into a room. I was shocked to see Renu and the cook in a compromising position.

Their backs were towards me. She was leaning forward against the wall, legs spread apart, with her saree and petticoat raised above her bottom. The cook was kneeling on the floor behind her and eating her ass.

I’d hadn’t been able to see them through the window because they were positioned on the same interior wall. I pulled my phone from a pocket and began recording.

I could only see the back of his head, but by the way it was moving, I guessed he was licking up and down her vulva and butt crack. I was shocked but I was also excited for multiple reasons. The first reason is I was now sure that she would be open-minded about swapping partners. The second reason is I knew I could finally have sex with my friends’ wives, who were equally beautiful like Renu. The third reason is I could immediately strike a deal with the cook to swap his wife. Though he was about 50 years old, his wife was five years younger than him. So, I continued recording and waited patiently for him to stop and make his next move.

After about five minutes, he stood up, lifted his Kurta and dropped his pyjama. He held Renu’s waist and pressed his groin against her bottom. They moaned together as he seemed to have penetrated her vagina. He shifted his pelvis back and forth and said, “Renu madam, you are very sexy.”

I was angry, but I let him thrust into her a few more times to get the proof on my phone. Then I stopped recording, went into the room, and snapped, “What the fuck are you doing?!”

They panicked. He pulled out his cock and pulled up his pajamas. She let her clothes drop and covered her bottom. They looked at me with fear on their faces. Renu’s eyes filled with tears.

“How long has this been going on?” I asked, trying to sound very angry.

The cook dropped his head in shame while Renu broke down, tears streaming down her face.

“Suresh!!! Answer me!!” I yelled.

“Long time, sir,” Suresh said with his voice shaking.

I looked at Renu and asked, “Did you have sex with him before we got married?”

She nodded, crying.

“Are the children his or mine?” I asked.

“He used condoms,” she mumbled.

“Did you use condoms?” I asked the Suresh.

“Yes, sir. Every time,” he said.

I stared at them. “I recorded everything you did,” I said.

Renu began crying more, and the cook said, “Sorry, sir. Please forgive me. I won’t do it again.”

I shook my head. “You fucked my wife, and now you want me to forgive you?!!” I snapped back at him angrily. “Bring your wife. I’ll fuck her, and you watch!”

“Please, sir…not now,” he said.

“Then when?!” I demanded, raising my voice.

“I’ll talk to her first, sir,” he said with his voice still shaking.

I wasn’t expecting a positive answer. “Okay. The guests will leave tomorrow. Bring her here after they leave. I’ll fuck her, and both of you watch me fuck her!”

He was silent.

“Suresh!” I said.

“I’ll talk to her, sir,” he muttered.

“Okay. You have two days’ time. It should happen before we leave,” I said, making it clear to him.

“Okay, sir,” he said, sounding disappointed.

“Okay! Fuck off now and let me know soon,” I snarled, unsympathetically assuming that he would have most likely taken advantage of Renu when she was younger.

Suresh rushed out of the room and I turned to Renu. I stared at her.

“Sorry…” she mumbled, still crying.

“Lift your clothes and lean against the wall,” I said, pretending to be angry.

She turned around and lifted her saree and petticoat. She placed her hands against the wall, spread her legs, and jutted her ass. I removed my shorts and stood behind her. I grabbed her slim waist and thrust my penis into her vagina. I pushed deep inside and pressed my groin against her large, soft buttocks.

She moaned with pleasure.

I leaned on her back, kissed her right ear and whispered, “Renu madam, you are very sexy.”

She laughed softly. I kissed her right cheek to assure her everything was alright. Then, I began slowly pumping my cock into her juicy vagina.

“Is my cock bigger than Suresh’s cock? ” I asked.

She just laughed.

Happy to hear her laugh, I increased the speed of my thrust. I fucked her faster and harder until we climaxed together.

After we finished, she apologised again and asked me to forgive her. I told her I’ve already forgiven her, and if she wanted to have sex with other men, we could swap partners with my friends. She was shocked. She asked me if they swapped their wives. I explained to her about the open relationships my friends and their wives have. She seemed happy about it, but she wanted time to decide. So, I told her swapping partners with people who belonged to our social status would be better than having sex with cooks and cleaners. She agreed with me and said she would try swapping if it made me happy.

After that little talk with Renu, there was a sense of understanding, calm, and excitement between us. I was happy I would soon be having sex with my friends’ wives, and I could tell she was excited to have sex with my friends.

We left the guest house and went to the main house. Before going upstairs I went to the kitchen and met Suresh. He still looked tense. I told him again to talk to his wife and get back to me soon, just so he knew I was very serious.

We went to the bedroom and got ready to visit Renu’s cousin. We left after one hour and reached the house in time. We had a good time with their family. On the way, we went to a market and returned home in the evening. Uncle, auntie and other relatives had also returned. We spent the evening with them. After we had dinner, we went to our bedroom.

The next morning, we had breakfast with everyone. After breakfast, the two families who had been staying in the guest house were prepared to leave. So we stayed downstairs to tell them goodbye. Renu went to the kitchen to keep dishes and returned with a message from Suresh. She told me that Suresh’s wife was hesitant, but she still wanted to meet me and apologise. I thought it was a good start, so I told her to let him bring her to the guest house after lunch, when uncle and auntie usually went to their room for a nap. Renu went to the kitchen and passed on my message.

After lunch, Suresh told us his wife was waiting in the guest house. We went there with him and met her. He introduced her to us as Sushila. I’d seen her from a distance, but her beauty impressed me even more up close. She was in her forties but had a pretty face and a hourglass figure. She had a fair complexion and a body similar to Renu’s, but she looked like a smaller and more rural version of Renu.

Sushila apologised for her husband’s bad behaviour and asked me to forgive him. I told her I can’t forgive him without having sex with her first. She said she has had sex only with her husband and she was scared to have sex with other men. I took my phone and showed her the video of Suresh having sex with Renu.

She was shocked and angry. “How could you let him do that to you, madam?” she asked Renu.

“He took naked pictures of me when I was very young and blackmailed me,” Renu said, sounding geninune.

Sushila stared at her husband. He lowered his head in shame.

I told Sushila we should have sex in front Suresh to make him feel the pain we were feeling. That convinced her, and she finally agreed.

I told everyone to follow me to the master bedroom, and they did. I told Suresh to sit on a chair and watch us. He sat looking very sad. I removed my clothes and told Sushila to suck my cock. She looked at Suresh and hesitated. I reminded her that he cheated her and blackmailed Renu. That made her ignore him and come to me. She knelt in front of me, grabbed my cock with her right hand and stroked it a few times. Then she opened her mouth, took my cock inside her mouth and began to suck.

I called Renu, and she came to me. I put my right hand around her waist and kissed her lips. Sushila sucked my cock passionately like most women who had sucked my cock. I enjoyed it and fondled Renu knowing she too liked sucking my cock.

After a few minutes, I pulled my cock out of Sushila’s mouth. I told Suresh to lubricate her asshole with oil. Both hesitated, so I yelled, “Don’t waste my time! Hurry up!!”

Sushila quickly lifted her saree. Suresh said he’ll bring oil and rushed out of the room. He came back soon, stood behind Sushila, oiled his fingers and fingered her asshole.

I held Renu close to me, and we watched Suresh oiling his wife’s ass.

“Do you want me to oil your penis?” Renu asked.

“Yes. That’s very thoughtful of you,” I said, pleased with her.

“I am your wife. I know what you need,” she said, laughing.

She went to Suresh and asked him to pour oil in the palm of her right hand. Then she came to me and massaged my cock and balls.

After a few minutes, Suresh told me Sushila was ready. I told him to remove his clothes and lie down on the bed. He looked confused, but he quickly removed his clothes and went to the bed.

I told Sushila to remove her clothes, sit on top of Suresh and take his cock in her vagina. Then, I told Renu to remove her clothes and sit on Suresh’s face.

Everybody did as they were told. Sushila was sitting on Suresh’s groin with his penis inside her vagina. Renu was facing Sushila and sitting naked on Suresh’s face. Suresh was licking Renu’s vagina and butt crack while squeezing her breasts.

I climbed the bed and knelt behind Sushila. I made her lean forward till her face was close to Renu’s pussy and Suresh’s mouth. As she began to kiss, lick and nibble on Renu’s pussy lips, I tried to thrust my cock into her anus. It was a bit difficult because of the position, but when the tip of my cock was in the opening of her asshole, I pushed, and my cock began to slide inside. Her body jerked as my cock made its way into her rectum, but I didn’t stop till my cock was fully inside her asshole.

It was hot and crammed inside because Suresh’s cocked was already deep inside her vagina. I looked down and admired her bubble butt. Though it was smaller than Renu’s butt, it was very fuck worthy. So I bent over on Sushila’s back, grabbed her breasts, squeezed and began fucking her asshole. She groaned with pain but I didn’t stop. I fucked her rapidly for about fifteen minutes and ejaculated inside her asshole.

When I was done, I got out of bed. Seeing me, Renu also got up from Suresh’s face and got down. Sushila got down and ran to the bathroom. Suresh got down, took his clothes, and left the room.

After Suresh and Sushila returned, they asked my permission to leave. I told them they could leave, but Sushila must meet me whenever I wanted to fuck her. They agreed and left.

Renu and I relaxed on the bed for a while. Then, I kissed her, sucked her nipples and massaged her breasts, waist, belly, butt and thighs. I fingered her vagina and asshole as we kissed. Then I knelt on the bed, astride her face, and let her suck my cock. She massaged my balls and thighs and sucked my cock passionately for a long time until I ejaculated in her mouth. She swallowed my cum and sucked my cock dry, as usual.

I rolled over and lay next to her. We lay talking and joking for about ten minutes. Then she grabbed my cock and made it hard again. She sat on top of me and took my cock inside her vagina. She rode me, grinding her pussy on my crotch and we climaxed together after about 15 minutes. I rolled over and lay next to her.

We relaxed, just talking and playing for short time. She stroked my cock and made it hard again. I lay on top of her and thrust my cock into her vagina. I made love to her, admiring her pretty face and thinking my friends will be very happy to make love to her, and I will be delighted to make love to their wives. After we finished making love, we returned to the main house.

That evening we visited one of Renu’s cousins and had dinner in their home. We returned late and went to bed. The next morning we left uncle and auntie’s home.

After that experience, I swapped Renu with my friends’ wives, and sometimes we had group sex. Whenever we visit her native place, I fuck Sushila, and sometimes I allow Suresh to eat her ass.

We enjoy having sex with our friends, but we are also very committed to each other. I am very happy with my wife and my friends’ wives.

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