Sunita was feeling nervous and excited in equal measures. Tonight would take things one step further in their relationship with Max and Paul, the British swingers who were their neighbours. Over the last couple of months, the couples had made a regular bi-weekly night of swinging together. Always over at Max and Paul's, and as separated pairs. Tonight, they would all be in the same room together, and they would be at her and Rajs.
Sunita would get to see her devoted husband Raj, fucking his sexy blonde 'girlfriend.' She wasn't sure how she would react. Max had warned her that it could be traumatic, even now they were regular swingers, comfortable with one another's partners.
Being a home-maker, Sunita had had lots of time to prepare, and she was rightly proud of her efforts. There was plenty of food and drink. She had got lots of the two kinds of beer the men preferred, as incidentally did she and Max, although generally, the girls tended towards wine.
She was certain Raj would be proud of her skills as a hostess, as he always was during their first two years of marriage.
Forgoing her usual attire of choli and sari, or "harem" pants, Sunita had plumped for a brand new western style outfit. A pale blue skirt cut two inches above the knee, which for the still modest and demure Sunita was very short, paired with a soft pink blouse. Both in pastel shades.
The best bit was not in view, however. New satin and lace sexy underwear in violet, all of these colours perfectly matched Sunita's medium brown skin. The final piece in the new look was a pair of sheer, dark, but not black stockings. A garter belt to hold them up matched the underwear.
Sunita felt sexy and surprisingly liberated. Raj was continually telling her how beautiful she was, this was reinforced by both Paul and Max's admiration of her. Indeed, hadn't her mother when she was growing up always told her she was one of the prettiest girls in all of Mumbai, where some of the most beautiful women in the world hail from. Sunita had always thought that a mother's natural exaggeration, but now she was beginning to think it may actually be true.
Not long after Raj arrived home and took a shower; Paul and Max made the short trip across the hall, and the party began.
All four were totally at ease in the other company, small talk and jokes flowing as freely as the drinks.
Max had immediately complemented Sunita on her new outfit, teasing that the skirt was still way too long. Didn't she want the boys to see her assets? Sunita had incredibly long, firm legs. Max's legs were equally as long but more toned and slender.
Paul asked Sunita if she could dance as they do in Bollywood movies, he thought it was called a bhangra dance. Sunita replied that bhangra was traditionally from the Punjab area and she was from Maharashtra, specifically Mumbai. Also, it was a Sikh cultural dance. While she was Hindu. She did admit that now it had transcended into all aspects of the Indian community.
She was worried she would get things wrong as it was a long time since she had done any dancing. After encouragement from everyone, she agreed that she could remember a few steps. Raj found some suitable music, and after a few stumbles, Sunita remembered what she had learnt and was soon lost in her performance.
She was graceful and sexy at the same time, entrancing her watching friends. She wasn't sure who called out "Strip," it was probably one of the men, but it could quite easily have been Max. Knowing Max, it probably was.
Sunita stopped moving until both of her friends and her husband started to chant "Strip! Strip! Strip!" Sunita felt her face burn with embarrassment. They couldn't expect her to remove her clothes to tease and please them. Then she remembered in a short while all four of them would be naked and on the bed together.
Sunita knew what a striptease was, she just didn't know how to do one. Max, understanding her predicament, stood and moved to her. Sunita was horrified to think that Max would take over. Instead, Max stood in front of Sunita, hands resting casually on her hips, whispering in her ear. Just as she went to sit back down, Max squeezed the round globe of Sunita's bum. Only the two girls knew about that little thing that passed between them.
Sunita began to sway her hips, taking up one of the more provocative poses. Raj turned the music up and hit loop on the remote. The song was perfect for this type of dance and had the added advantage of being one of his favourites.
Sunita soon got into the swing of things, swaying and moving, she danced before the watchers, still fully clothed but teasing them with her sensuous movements. She possessed a naturally fluid grace. Sunita was becoming more and more excited as she started to remove her clothing. Her pussy begins to moisten and throb, nipples hardening.
First to go was the blouse; each button was slowly undone, starting at the bottom working upwards. Three were opened allowing a glance at her toned abdomen, the under curve of her tits coming tantalisingly into view before disappearing again. Sunita switched to the top buttons moving downwards this time, revealing the swell of her cleavage. Only one button was now closed. Sunita swayed to stand in front of Max, who undid it, grazing her hands over the swell of Sunita's orbs. Flouncing away Sunita let the blouse fall off her shoulders, shaking herself to aid its drop to the floor.
Paul and Raj looked at each other, wondering why this display and flaunting, teasing even, towards Max.
Spinning around Sunita allowed them all to admire her boobs supported but not fully encased in her bra. Gaining courage, but still, a little unsure Sunita pressed on. Fundamentally she was still a shy and modest girl, learning to live with her wilder side.
Ignoring the music, Sunita stood directly in front of Paul, turned until she was facing away from him and indicated to the zip in her skirt. The invitation plain to read. Paul's hand was hot on her lower back as he steadied her and slid the zip slowly, halfway down before pulling it up again. Sunita glanced back at him and frowned, Paul smiled at her as he pulled it down until it could go no lower finally he undid the clasp at the waist. Sunita took half a step away and pushed the skirt down, shimmying to help it over her hips, allowing it to pool in a heap over her feat. As Paul's hands went out to grab her rounded bum, she skipped away. Giggling and shaking a finger in admonishment at him.
The next thing to go was the bra which Sunita removed while facing away from her enrapt admirers. When she turned to face them, her arms were crossed over her breasts, hiding them from view. She looked at all three of the people seated in front of her, teasing and pouting. Flinging her arms back and wide, she revealed her 36C boobs in all their magnificent glory. Bouncing up and down, dark nipples poking out, hard.
Sunita began to sway this way and that, a slow sensuous motion. A cobra being charmed, alternatively mesmerising its prey.
Embarrassed by the hot, lust-filled eyes that were on her, even Max's, especially Max's. At the same time tremendously turned on by the effect she could see she was having on her audience. All of them wanted her. The look of unadulterated lust on all of their faces plain to see. That delicious and decadent thought spurred Sunita on even more. This evening may not end the way it was expected.
Max lusted after Sunita as much if not more than the men. Her mouth was partly open, and she was panting gently. She wanted Sunita so much that she was almost drooling.
