Raj and Sunita's simple lives had got sucked into a turmoil of emotions since that first night. Things felt a little awkward in the beginning, but slowly Sunita accepted what had happened. She was grateful to Raj for being so supportive and being happy about her getting her fair share of the fun. She knew he had been driven by lust. Her own motives still unclear.
In his mind, Raj was initially consumed by jealousy seeing Sunita with Paul, but his love for her overpowered that emotion. Acknowledging that he had been the one who had wanted to see what would happen the most. His lust for not only Max but also his desire to experiment and expand their sex lives driving him forward, overcoming his jealousy. Both Raj and Sunita started enjoying their daily lives, including sex, more actively now. Raj was happy to see that his shy and simple wife was finally opening up. It seemed as though they had relaxed more. The swinging had allowed them to start to settle into their new environs. Sunita almost glowing with happiness.
A week had passed when Sunita almost collided with Max on the landing. Max looked so different she almost didn't recognise her. Gone was the short skirt, tight top, sexily dressed woman. Here was a young, smart, very conservative businesswoman.
"Oh hi, how are you?" Max asked breezily.
Sunita hesitated before replying, "I'm sorry I didn't recognise you just then."
"Oh. Oh yeah right. Well, I don't always dress in short skirts blah, blah, blah. When working you have to play by the rules. It's okay to look attractive with a hint of sexiness, but that's all."
Sunita looked at Max again taking in every detail. Yes, she was very attractive and sexy, but there was also an unmistakable no-nonsense business air about her. She was wearing a pencil skirt in mid grey that ended just above the knee, pale blue silk blouse one button opened at the neck, an exquisitely cut and tailored midnight blue jacket. Three-inch heel shoes in midnight-blue patent leather matched the jacket. Her long blonde hair was caught up in a simple ponytail. She looked stylish and attractive yet unmistakably businesslike.
Sunita couldn't place the designer, but the clothes were patently top tier and expensive, then again why wouldn't they be, the apartment complex rents were sky-high.
"You're trying to work out the designer aren't you? Don't bother, you won't do. These are all bespoke, made by a woman who only works on commission for very selective customers. It took me two years to get my first fitting with her. Now she is a dear friend."
Max was just about to put her front door key into the lock when Sunita summoned up the courage to speak. "Maxine, can I talk to you? Can we speak?"
Maxine recognised the hesitancy and worry in the words, instantly knowing that Sunita wanted to talk about the events of the other night. Turning to face her she smiled, "Sure. It's about the other night isn't it?"
The young Indian girl nodded shyly, indicating her own apartment. "Can you come in?"
"Yep, give me a couple of minutes to change."
Five minutes later there was a knock on Sunita's door and there was Max, dressed more casually than before but not as overtly sexual as previously.
Sunita had already prepared cups of tea for them, trying to be the perfect hostess as her mother and culture demanded.
"Is that tea," gushed Max? "Thank God for that. I adore coffee but at times could kill for a decent cuppa. It's that British thing." Both women laughed when Sunita replied, "No, it's that Manchester thing." Any ice there might have been dissolved instantly.
Sensing that Sunita was shy and didn't know how to broach things, Max took the lead.
"About the other night isn't it?" Sunita nodded shyly. "You want to know more?"
"Yes," the word barely audible.
"What has Raj said to you? Are you two okay?"
"Yes, things were a little strange between us at first but... he said you and Paul are swingers."
"And you want to know more? Did he tell you that I told him that Paul and I would like... no, love you to join us. If you don't want to, that's okay, neither of us will be offended, it's not for everyone. And we can still be friends either way."
"What does it mean, swingers?"
"Well, basically we have sex with other people. Simple as."
"What anyone!"
"No, not really, you're thinking of an open relationship or marriage. This isn't just casual pickups. It's organised meetings between couples or groups who then swap partners either for the night or a few hours. People who want to share and exchange. Learn even."
"And you are both okay with this? Paul having sex with other women?" The look Max gave Sunita was all the answer she needed.
"Would it be lots of couples?"
"That's up to you and Raj. Look if you wanted to try things with me and Paul then that's fine with us. Keep things just between us four then fine, but Sunita we won't be exclusive to you and Raj."
"What... what happens, do you just have sex? In front of each other."
"No, silly girl," Max teased, trying to ease some of the tension. Placing a hand gently on Sunita's arm. "It's all very much like the other night, but well you end up fucking. I'm being crude here, it's not that basic, but it's not making love either, so that's what you do. You with Paul. Me and Raj."
"Where?"
The conversation between the women continued as Maxine explained the dos and don'ts that could be expected of a swinging encounter. Including not being in the same room for the first time. The anguish it could cause to see your partner having sex with somebody else. How Max had felt insanely jealous of the woman who Paul was fucking, even though at the same time she was just sliding that woman's husband's cock into her pussy, and by then they were already experienced swingers.
Sunita seemed both calmer and more uncertain as if trying to make her mind up. Sensing her unease Max made to leave saying, "Sunita, I think you need to think about this and talk it through with Raj. It's a big deal if you go that route in your marriage. Believe me, there is no pressure either way from Paul and me. If you want to try it then Paul and I are here. Otherwise, just think of the other night as a bit of adult fun between friends. Sexy fun maybe, don't overthink it." She giggled and smiled at the younger woman.
