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It was  2 am in the night on Friday and I was sitting on my laptop playing games as usual. College life was going smooth for me , I was studying in Bhubaneshwar  in Engineering . My life revolved around my clog & friends and games. I was living in an apartment with 2 BHK alone as I have rented it all to myself. I avoided people , or so to say I didn’t like interacting with people. So I was an introvert who spent most of the time alone inside his own apartment. Since it was a Friday and next two days no college , I was planning to stay up all night and play games or watch movies. Suddenly the door bell rang ! I was surprised as who the hell would come to your house at 2 am . Still I got up and went to the door and opened it. I got surprised when I saw a woman standing outside my door. The first thought that came to my mind was ‘BUSTY’ .This girl had huge pair of boobs and the t-shirt she was wearing was tight and sticking to her body. She had a cute face and dark b

On returning back after that long weekend our life moved on as usual. I was wondering when Preethi is going to open the topic of spouse swapping. Malathy said that Preethi is too eager about it. I remembered our earlier discussion on this topic didn’t conclude. Two months down the line she opened the topic. During weekends after lunch it was my habit to sit with a book. Preethi was not too much into reading. She will either be busy with some personal work or sit next to me listening to music on her Walkman. Off late she had taken much fascination with the new gadget I had got her called MP3 player. Whenever she sits next to me she will invariably nuzzle close to me and my concentration will start to waver. Dropping my arm over her shoulder I pulled her close. Normally she will simply slide down on my lap and ask me to continue reading, which sometimes I used to. However this time she did not show that intimacy and stayed next to me. I diverted my attention to the book on hand. 

The next day as I was lazing in the bed I heard Malathy and Preethi talking in the utility area which is separated from our bedroom by a thin wall.  As Malathy broached on the topic I found Preethi dodging her completely as though she did not want to talk about it. Malathy had to adopt a different tactic. Malathy, “I must confess I had fun with your husband” Preethi, “What fun?” I sensed a tinge of envy in her voice Malathy, “Oh! Nothing much. And that too I had to coax your husband so much.” Preethi, “Where? In the movie hall?” Malathy, “Well the movie hall was not as sparsely seated as yours would have been. I had to pull him out to the car after some minor petting inside the theatre” Malathy was lying to cover our voyeurism. Preethi kept quiet. Malathy continued, “I think he is feeling guilty for what happened” Preethi, “I know my Anand. It’s my entire mistake” Malathy, “What is your mistake in this?” Preethi, “I asked his approval last

Every night I was with her was a repeat of that night or better. I used to cut down my work on Thursdays so that when I come home on Friday I was not fagged out. She used to be really excited on Fridays after four days of sexual starvation. Once I started showing my eagerness on Fridays, she opened up and used to ask me for more. Likewise on Monday mornings she used to cling to me like a child refusing to go to school. Our life moved on. During the Memorial Day weekend in May Kumar and Malathy visited us.  I was not at all surprised when once again Kumar’s over the drink topic moved on to spouse swapping and swinging. Only this time I too actively participated. I also noticed the enthusiasm Preethi showed in it. Her body language was clearly sending the signals Kumar was looking for.  That evening Malathy suggested we go to a recent Hindi movie. Preethi was not into movies as such and almost hates Hindi movies. Kumar also showed disinterest. Out of the blue Malathy said that