Part C
Continuation of India and Raj's Personal Story 
Received on 5/26/2000

	Dear Joan,
	This is Raj. I am sending you an account of India and 
	my second visit to the Swing Club.  On this visit, we 
	had our first MFM threesome, though it was a 
	non-penetrative one for India.  I will try to capture as 
	much as I can, by way of atmosphere and emotions, 
	along with the physical side of our experience.


DAY 2
We had our first naughty fun, with Don and Martina, on Saturday. For the next few days, we behaved like typical tourists. We went sightseeing, window-shopping, and wining and dining. We also fucked like hell, recalling and talking about our time with Don and Martina. Our fucks were hard fucks, not lovemaking sessions.

We talked about our reactions and feelings. I had confessed to my wife, that for the time being I would prefer to have MFM threesomes, where I could have sex with her and also watch her having sex with another man. So we decided to try an MFM threesome the next time.

I suggested we visit the swing club on Wednesday. I rang the club, but as the recorded message was in Dutch, I misunderstood. I got the impression that the club was closed that night.  So we went to the Club on Thursday night. That was our last night in Amsterdam before we went to another city for more the sedate part of our vacation.

Like the previous time, we reached there at around 10 p.m., after a few glasses of wine, a good dinner and a few deep puffs of hash. We were in a mood to have fun, but on reaching there we realized that there was something strange. In the foyer, there were about 8 to10 men standing naked, and more were walking about. There were no women in sight, like on the previous visit.

The receptionist informed us, that that night was gang-bang night. I inquired if there were any ladies or couples present. He told us that there were about 10 couples. This was an untruth. We later discovered that there were no more than 5 or 6 couples (women) present and about 35 or 40 men. This was a ratio was of about 6 or 7 men per woman. India was unnerved, not so much by the number of men present, but at the lack of other women.

India had wanted to leave right away, but I managed to get her to the bar, to talk it over. She suggested that we go back to the hotel, and we could ask for a man from an escort/massage service to come to our room, to give her a massage, and we could have our "threesome" with him. Over a glass of wine, I suggested that we just stay awhile, have a drink and watch the action. In short I wanted her to treat this like any other bar.

She asked for a 'joint', and she had a few "puffs" while she made up her mind. After she finished her drink, she agreed to stay on. But she made it very clear that she did not want to "do anything." By then, we had seen a few women, which was also instrumental in putting India at ease. We went to the locker room, undressed and came to the lounge in our towels.

As time passed, she relaxed a bit more, with the wine and hash... and the fact that the men were extremely civilized. No one made a pass, or passed any remarks, which would put a lady off. Over a period of time, most of the men came over to us, and propositioned India. Some men came over in small groups of three's or fours, thinking that India may want a gang-bang. India said a polite "No" to them, and they went away. Fortunately, a "NO" meant "NO".

With the courteous behaviour of the men, India was now totally at ease, and even recovered her wit and sense of humour. She got a bit mischievous and playful with me. She seemed to be turned-on by the sight of so many naked men, and the fact that she was sitting around in only a towel. Discreetly, she started to touch me on my dick.

India also started to pass remarks about the all the guys that came to pick her up; saying, "this one has a nice body," "that one has a big cock," etc. All the guys roaming about were stark naked when the came to us to seduce India. Most of them had very impressive bodies and dicks, and the majority of them were in not older than 30 years of age. I noticed, (and pointed out to my wife) that some of the men were fondling their pricks a bit, until they were semi-erect, before they came to seduce us (her).

An older guy (late 40's in a towel) came and asked to join us. India said "No" to him, just as he was about to sit next to me. She thought that he was also trying to pick her up. He sat down anyway, saying he just wanted our company. He started to chat with us. He explained that he and his wife (much younger than him) came there quite frequently on Thursdays, as his wife liked multiple partners. We never got to meet her. 

He said, that at present she was in one of the rooms with some guys. He was a nice man, very warm and friendly. He gave us a lot of information about the club. India remarked to him about the excellent behaviour of the men. He told us that if a lady were to complain, the bouncer would throw the offending man out, and they would never be allowed in again.

He explained that it was not worth it for the men to misbehave, as they had paid a high entry fee. In any case if they were young and well-endowed, they always got a screw. I commented on how well-hung most of these young men were. He explained to me why. He said that, at first all and sundry came to a swing club, hoping to get a screw. They paid a high entrance fee on Thursday's, as couples were let in free. The guys who did not have good bodies or big pricks did not find partners. They gradually dropped out; leaving only the able-bodied and well-hung guys.

Those who were left knew that they would definitely get a screw, so it was not worth it to 'misbehave' or to pester a lady. The logic (as pointed out by our friend) was that if a married woman came to screw another man for variety, she would prefer to fuck someone who was bigger than her husband. He informed us that this club did not permit single women (to keep the hookers out), but some men brought hookers as their passport for entry on 'couples only' nights.

As India wanted a drink, I went to the bar. There was a gang-bang in progress in the area near the bar. I saw a very attractive woman in her 40's, surrounded by about 10-12 men. One guy was fucking her, and she was stroking the cocks of two guys who stood on her sides. Another guy stood near her head and she was sucking his cock. There were another 8-10 other men, crowding around, stroking themselves in anticipation of their turn. There was some sort of order there.

I went back with our drinks and asked India if she wanted to watch the gang-bang. India was keen on the idea, and accompanied by the man who was sitting there with us, we went and watched the action for a while. I started to get a hard-on. As it was not possible (without India getting gang-banged herself) for India to get a ringside view, we came back to our sofa. Both India and I found that what we had seen had turned us on.

A little later a guy in his mid/late 20's approached us. He was naked. While he still stood, he shook hands with me and then with India, introducing himself as Dave. I found it very erotic, that my wife should be shaking hands with a naked man. 

There was something odd about Dave. Then the oddity hit me. Dave had lots of pubic hair. It was jet black... a very thick, luxuriant growth. He was a nice looking, slim guy, though not the macho kind. He sat next to me and came straight to the point. He said to me, that he thought India was very beautiful. She turned him on, and he wanted to have a threesome with us.

For a while, we four (India, Dave, I and the older man) made polite conversation. In a while I told India what Dave had proposed. She whispered back, that his pubic hair turned her on. She found it very sexy, as it was different. When I asked if she wanted to try a threesome, she said, "Yes, I like him. I am feeling relaxed now." 

Dave misunderstood our talking. He thought that India was uncomfortable with his nudity and he offered to leave or to cover himself. I then informed him that my wife liked him, and we would accept his offer of a threesome with him, but told him that he could do everything with her... but "no fucking".

Here I must inform readers that in these sort of awkward situations, India and I have resorted to using our native language, to communicate with each other, without embarrassing the other person.

So Dave (still naked), led the way, looking to find an empty, lockable room. We were followed by a horde of hunky young men. They thought, or hoped, that this would be another gang-bang. We passed a narrow corridor, lined by 10 to 15 naked men, but none of the guys made an attempt to feel India. I'm sure she must have brushed against some of them. Nor did they make any lewd remarks that may have made her feel 'cheap'.

We found a room and locked ourselves in. A couple of men, including a bearded man, did try to push in along with us, until I explained, that this was a threesome, not a gang-bang. They accepted it in good grace. The bearded man said to India, "why did you not select me?"

We locked the door and there was awkwardness. Both Dave and India stood, not knowing what to do. Dave was the shy kind, unlike Don (our sex partner in Saturday's foursome). I took the initiative. I seated India on the small double bed, and she laid down. Dave (already naked) lay on her left. I took my towel off and lay on India's right.

I unwrapped her towel, to expose her gorgeous breasts, and the rest of her body for Dave to see. She had her legs splayed slightly. But Dave would still not touch her. I asked him, "Don't you like her breasts? Why don't you touch them." That broke the ice. 

He started to caress her left breast. I saw India's left hand had snaked its way toward Dave's cock. As Dave was lying at an angle, her hand landed on his thigh, searching for his prick. Dave moved his lower body closer, to bring his cock within India's reach.

India touched his semi-erect cock, and felt his balls... and then wrapped her fingers around his cock. I had eyes only for this sight. What an erotic sight it was for me, to see my wife's tiny hand, pulling at the foreskin of this young stranger's cock. She also fondled his balls, and Dave's cock was fully erect in a jiffy. India must have done a good job of fondling his cock, as Dave let out a moan, saying that he was really enjoying her touch. Don had also paid her a similar compliment.

India remarked to me in our language, "He is not very big." I asked her, "Are you complaining? Don't you like it?" She replied, "Of course I like it, I was just comparing.  Don was very big." 

Then, I took my wife's other breast and started to suck it. She had the pleasure of two men sucking her breasts, squeezing and caressing them, one man on each breast. I took her in my arms and held her tight. India was facing me, and Dave pressed his body against her from the back, his hands exploring her body all over. He was kissing her neck and shoulders. 

One of Dave's hands was exploring my wife's front side, as he had put his hands between India's body and mine. Similarly, my hand was also exploring India's backside. Whilst doing this, many times my hand came in contact with Dave's cock, and his with mine. Whenever we came in contact with each other's cocks, our hands lingered, squeezing and stroking each other's cock and balls.

I asked her to turn over and face Dave. My intention was that she should have sex with Dave at her own pace without me forcing it. I wanted nature to take its own course, and without interrupting the flow of events, I wanted to let India do what she liked. The idea was that I should only be present to give her moral and emotional support, and to lend a helping hand or press the right buttons, when Dave was unable to read my wife's physical needs or responses. This was her first time with two men, and I wanted to make sure that she enjoyed herself.

She turned to face Dave, and they had a very passionate embrace, her hand clutching his erection, and his hands exploring every inch of her delectable body. Dave, then started to nibble at her neck and ears, kissing her breasts and sucking her nipples. He then kissed her on her lips. She responded for a brief while, and then she turned her face away. (India does not like kissing on lips very much.) 

	I must add here, that I love to see another man kiss India 
	on her lips. In fact the sight of her being kissed is almost 
	as potent (for me) as the sight of her sucking another man's 
	cock. I have told India about it, and subsequently she lets 
	other men kiss her. I get a kick out of seeing her being 
	kissed even when she is fully clothed, dancing in a 
	restaurant/night club, when we have gone to dinner with 
	our men or couple friends. 

	Joan... I would like to hear from you and your other men 
	and women readers about this aspect. Does the sight of 
	another guy kissing their wife give other men a kick too?

I just lay behind her, holding her, and I let my arms caress her all over. Dave knelt and kissed and nibbled all over her body as my wife turned to lie on her back. He really went to town on her body, giving her pleasure with his lips, tongue and hands. He kissed his way to her waist and then to her pubic area. 

Then he went down her thighs and legs. India was really hot by then. She hissed and moaned, and she would grip my hand tightly and bury her face in my neck or chest when the pleasant sensations became too much for her. She turned to me and said, "Suck me." I moved and laid between her legs, which were spread and bent at the knees.  I licked her cunt, but took care that I would only build her up, that I would not make her have an orgasm.

She told Dave, "Come up, I want to suck your cock." He knelt beside India's head and fed his cock to her. She let her hands play with his pubic hair, his cock and balls. She said to him, "I find your pubic hair very sexy. That is what attracted me to you." 

She then lifted Dave's cock and really made love to his cock. She licked and kissed his balls and the underside of his cock, and rubbed his cock all over her face. After a while she put his cock in her mouth and proceeded to give him a really wet, slurpy, and enthusiastic blowjob. That had Dave grunting, groaning and fucking her mouth.

As I sucked her cunt, she was bucking her hips. I knew she was near orgasm. I wanted to keep her there but not let her reach orgasm, as she tends to temporarily lose interest in sex after she climaxes. So I stopped sucking her cunt, got up and fed her my cock to suck. 

My wife now had two cocks to play with. She sucked both of us, alternately sucking one and stroking the other. At one time she had both cocks against her lips, kissing both. At my suggestion, she tried taking them both inside her mouth, but she could not. 

She commented to me that Dave's cock felt different, and she offered it to me to feel. I asked Dave if he minded. He said he had no problem. I took his cock in my hand and stroked and squeezed it. I realized what India had meant. Dave was a young man of 28 years... and his cock did feel different than mine, in texture and body. I told my wife that Dave's was a young cock.

We again lay down, with India in Dave's arms facing him... while I just held her from behind. A bit later, she asked Dave to go down on her, and she rested in my arms, her upper body half turned to face me. 

Dave lay between India's spread legs, and the moment his face touched her cunt, she let out a long 'hiss' and started to hump her hips. She knows how to pace herself, and she told Dave, "I love it, but just go slow. I don't want to cum as yet." 

Then I felt Dave's hand on my cock. He started to caress my balls and cock. I told him that I liked it, and he started to stroke my prick, while he continued to lick my wife's cunt, as India and I lay in each other arms, kissing each other. That was really heavenly for both of us. 

India was in ecstasy as she had her eyes closed. She had a really blissful expression on her face. Dave then moved his face and took my cock in his mouth but kept fingering India's cunt. That was the first time a man had fondled my cock and sucked it. I just loved it. It was no different from a woman doing it. I guess it is all in our mind.

After a while, India wanted to fuck, and she told me to "Put it in." I mounted her. 

	Here I would like to tell you Joan, that we find the 
	missionary position most comfortable and satisfying. 
	Very seldom do we do it doggie-style, between 	
	ourselves or with others. We like eye contact positions. 
	She sometimes likes to lie on me -- or on the other 
	man -- facing me and grinding the cock in her cunt. 
	She says she gets good clitoral stimulation that way.

I started to fuck India with slow strokes. She was sopping wet. 

	Here I must tell you Joan, that we have never had 
	to use lubrication, ever, as India gets wet very quickly. 

She asked Dave to come closer, and as Dave knelt by her head, she again started sucking Dave's cock. I love seeing her suck someone else's prick. I too reached out and played with it. As I played with Dave's cock and caressed his balls, India offered his prick to me, saying, "Want to taste it?" 

I leaned forward and licked his cock, and then took it into my mouth. I sucked him while my wife held it for me. She would take it back and suck it, and then offer it back to me. She and I alternately sucked Dave's cock.

It was great to fuck a woman and at the same time suck a cock. The whole thing was too erotic for me, and I was nearing my orgasm. 

I asked India if she was close too. She said, "Yes, fuck hard," and I started to really bang into her. She was on the brink of her orgasm and asked Dave, "Shall I jerk you off?" Dave said, "Yes... please." She really started to pull at his cock. She was giving him a real hard (and fast) jerk off. She reached her orgasm first (and it was a big one), and mine followed seconds later.

India did not let off Dave's cock. It took a while for him to reach his orgasm. (He later told us that he had fucked a lady in a gang-bang earlier that night.) Dave was in agonizing ecstasy as India jerked him, and intermittently sucked his cock and licked his balls. 

He was grunting and fucking my wife's mouth, his face contorting. Finally he ejaculated, spurting his cum on India's breasts, chin and neck. Her hands were also full of cum. It was an erotic sight to see my wife jerking another man to completion, and to see someone else's cum on her body.

Dave was very gentlemanly in apologizing for having spurted on her. He took his towel and cleaned her chin, neck and breasts. Dave thanked us both, and we thanked him for giving us a good time. We went to the locker room to shower. India, Dave and I cuddled a bit under the showers. But soon a couple of other men drifted in, to check if India were willing to go for a second round.

Dave was keen to meet us the next day for lunch. India was keen too, but as we were leaving town in the afternoon, we could not meet him. We exchanged addresses with Dave and left. We kept in touch with Dave over the Internet, and we have met him again on our subsequent trips, and have had some really hot times with him.

Later that night, when we were fucking in our hotel, India told me that she was now 'ready to go all the way.' She said that if we were not going away the next day, she would have loved to meet up with Dave. She said that she would have let him fuck her.

Our experience will be incomplete if I don't mention an incident that took place in the locker room, as we showered.

Two men entered the locker room. One of them was a black man accompanied by the bearded man, who had tried to push his way into the room when Dave, India and I were going for a threesome. We had not seen the black man earlier. I'm sure if we had, we would have had a threesome with him. Yes, both India and I had fantasized about a black man with her.

This black man was God's gift to womankind. He was really good-looking, and had a tremendous body. He was naked, and we saw that his cock, in it's soft state, hung about 5" or 6" and it was really fat. 

As India stepped out of the shower, the black man picked up our cigarettes and lighter and handed them to her. She was stark naked and her body was wet. As we had hung our towels on the rack behind the two guys, she was trapped. She just stood there naked, about a foot away from the two men. 

She took our cigarettes and lighter from the black guy, and as she was handing then to me, he started to make conversation with her. I expected her to run for cover or to ask Dave or me for her towel, but she did not. She was basking in the gaze of the two guys, and obviously enjoying their attention as she flirted back with them.

The black guy asked her, "Where are you from?" and she replied, "India." The other guy said, "I have seen Indian women in a sari," and she replied, "Now you have seen one without the sari. Do you like it?" They grinned their affirmative answer.  She asked them where they were from. The black man replied that he was from Holland, and the other guy said he was from Egypt.

The black man then reached out and touched her face in a very sensual manner, with his fingertips. He caressed her cheeks, nose and chin saying, "You are beautiful." He let his hand trail down her neck and on to her breast, giving it a couple of light affectionate squeezes. Wow, that big black hand squeezing my wife's much paler breast was too erotic for words!

India's reply and her subsequent actions got me totally hard. She replied, "You are very sexy too. You have a big one," she observed, and she let her gaze drift down to the black man's cock, which was twitching and swelling. She looked at the other guy and added, "You are very nice too." The black man asked, "You like big ones? Want to try it? Lets go to a room. I promise you a good time."

India leaned forward and took his semi-erect cock in her hand, lovingly squeezed and pulled it a few times, and then weighed his balls. She extended her other hand and did the same with the Egyptian, and said, to them, "I wish I had met you guys earlier. I'm really tired now. We have to go." 

Saying that, she took her hands away from their cocks. First, the black man stepped up to her and gave her a hug and a peck on her lips, while his hand patted her bum. Then the Egyptian stepped forward and kissed her on her cheeks, and took her in his arms and gave her a brief hug. The sight of my wife's pale sexy body, pressed against a naked black man's body as he held her in a brief embrace, is still etched in my memory.!!!!!!!!!!! I still masturbate to that memory.

By that point, both men had very impressive erections. They tried again to get India into bed. The black man turned to me and offered his hand, asking me, "Sure you can't change the lady's mind?" 

I asked India if she felt like it, hoping she would agree. She replied (in our native language) that she was really tired, and that there would be a next time. I shook hands with them both as the black man said, "You are a very lucky man. I hope she takes care of that when you get home," pointing to my erection.

I hope you enjoyed the account of our first MFM threesome, and the very erotic interlude in the locker room. Back in our hotel room, we talked about the events of the evening, stroking and kissing each other, as we lay naked in bed, holding each other. Then we fucked. There was an unbelievable urgency in our fucking. We both climaxed more or less together and fell asleep, without even bothering to wash up.

Fortunately there were no negative reactions to our experience. I will tell you our reactions and impressions in Part III. 

Love

Raj and India



Another Letter from India
6/6/00 

Dear Joan,

Joan, my body began to come alive after I got married.  Then after we started 
our new lifestyle, my body has REALLY come alive.  I need lots of sexual variety.  During our recent mini-vacations, when I go with Raj on his business trips I have had sex with a few guys, and fucked two.  

The ones I fucked were people we picked up from hotel bars or swimming pools.  They were all white men.  I like my men to be physically attractive.  I cannot and will not go to bed with a fat or ugly man.  (On these chance pick ups, one can't be sure of cock size.  This is what I pay particular attention to in the swing clubs.)

If we did not find anyone by the last day of a stay at a given location during our most recent mini-vacation, we usually sent for a "masseur."  I did not fucked any of them.  As these trips have been to the Far East, the masseurs were all Orientals.  I don't much care for Oriental men.  

"Masseurs" also constitute a "high risk" group, so no fucking with them without a condom. The three of us get into bed, and the guy gives me a massage.  This way I get to lay my hands on a new young cock, and to suck it.  Then when Raj and I fucked, I sucked the guy and gave him a hand job.

Joan, I just love cock.  I love the big fat ones that are fleshy.  I love the stretched, filled feeling I get from a thick cock.  Length is important to me, but it is best when it is coupled with girth.  I hate the bony long thin ones.  I have had a few... it was like I was being stabbed.  I love young cocks too. 

There is so much variety, I don't think a woman could ever get bored with all the various cock shapes, sizes and textures out there.  In fact I like to start on soft ones, that can come only the second time around, as most times when I reach for my partner's cock, it is already hard.

About our life in India... I led a normal life in Bombay, which is no different from any large city in the world.  London, New York, Bangkok and Bombay are all the same.  We did the usual things in school, like seeing films and going for jam sessions.  The medium of education was English.  I went to art school, but dropped out to take up a career in flying.  

I come from a middle class family of three kids.  I have one sister (2 years 
younger), and a brother 4 years younger to me.  I did not have boy-friends, like my sister and other friends.  They used to tease me about this, and I wondered if I was normal. But I just did not seem to be interested in boys at that point in my life.  Raj, on the other hand belonged to an affluent family and studied at Oxford University in England.  He loves living life to the hilt... work hard and play hard.

Boys were crazy about my sister.  She was, and is, a stunning beauty.  In fact 
Raj is crazy about her.  Raj and she enjoy a lovely relationship, and are very close.  Recently he started to fantasize about her, and he shares his fantasies with me. 

He imagines he is fucking her, and it turns him on.  He says that if we were to have an FMF threesome, it could only be with me and my sister.  I don't mind his thoughts.  They arouse me too.  I like to see him with another woman and would not mind seeing Raj with my sister.  She is divorced.

Love
India.


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