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Subject: {ASSM} Indian - MM/FF - Wife Swapping
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The Roshan Files is a series of Indian sex stories written by yours
truly, Roshan Raj.  To keep things interesting, the stories will all
be about different people and from different points of view. Some will
be from the point of view of a white male with an indian woman. Others
will be from the point of view of an indian man with an indian woman.
Some from an indian woman with an indian man. From a white woman with
an indian man. A white woman with an indian woman...whatever and
whoever. I'll post as I write, and I don't promise any schedules. Just
one thing...e-mail me with your thoughts, and most importantly, your own
stories.  And please, NO Indian incest stories. Please.

Also, all the stories I will be posting are based on true events. Of
course, this is fiction, but all the events taking place in the
stories involve real people in real relationships...just the details are
fiction (with changed names...sometimes!)  How? Well, myself being an
Indian, I know very many Indians. And I know about their boyfriends,
girlfriends, of sexual flings, etc. I don't know all the details, or
if all the rumors about a particular person or persons are true, but I
let my imagination run wild and the results are these stories.

Enjoy.

RoshanRaj
Roshanrajsx@excite.com

Best Friends

Group sex (MM/FF) - Bisexuality (F/F) - Wife Swapping 

Our life had gotten stuck in a rut.  Rachana and I had moved to
California two years ago after a I took an exciting job offer.  It had
seemed like the perfect thing to do at the time.  Even though the
small town we moved to was almost two hours from L.A., we figured we
were still in Southern Cali, and with my new salary, more than twice
what I'd been making before, we figured we'd be happier than ever. 
After all, everything had been going fine up until then.

Rachana got a job as a real-estate agent, and I'd started my job as a
financial planner for high-income individuals.  Our town was small but
extremely wealthy, and my services were in demand.  But that resulted
in me working overtime, and Rachana spending a lot of time at work to
keep from being bored.  So our life became work, home, and sleep.  We
were both too tired to do much, and on the weekends we spent time
working around the house or grocery shopping rather than doing
anything fun.  Especially not having sex.  Our sex life had become
nothing, from constant screwing two years ago.

I was getting out of shape as well.  I was 5'9" and close to 180 lbs.,
a lot of it in my expanding belly.  Sitting and calculating numbers
all day, while snacking to keep my energy levels up, took its toll on
my body.  My muscle mass decreased, and I even began dressing worse. 
Rachana, for her part, continued to look good, however.  At 5'6",
she's always had a great body.  But she doesn't have one of those
thin, Indian bodies.  Hers is thicker, in all the right ways, with
nice firm legs, a nice solid ass, big, 36C breasts, fleshy, sexy arms.
 Imagine a dark-skinned Catherine Zeta-Jones body.  That was Rachana.

But still, everything else had gone down hill.  Back East, we'd known
so many people in our town.  We'd been part of the Indian community,
and had many Indian friends.  Here, there weren't too many Indians to
be found, and certainly not our type, educated, American-born and
good-looking.

All that changed the day Rachana met Meena & Sanjay.  They were an
educated, Bombay couple just moved to our town.  They were both
doctors and had come to help staff the local hospital, which, though
state-of-the-art, was lacking personnel.  They were looking for a
home, and had gone to Rachana's agency.

When she got home the day after meeting them, Rachana couldn't wait to
talk about them.  She said they were both intelligent, good-looking,
and fun.  Being born in America, we often tend to stereotype our own
immigrants as being nerdy, unstylish, out-of-shape, etc.  But Meena &
Sanjay were the new type of Indian immigrant, attractive and open. 
Rachana had invited them over for dinner that weekend.

Rachana was right.  They were great, very good-looking (especially
Meena), and very personable.  Meena was Rachana's height, with a
thinner body.  Though not as shapely as Rachana, with a little more
weight in her ass and middle, it was just enough to make her more
voluptuous.  Her face was the best part of her.  She was dark for a
north Indian, with long, pointed features and big, south-Indian-like
eyes, and an incredible, pearly white smile.  Sanjay was taller than
me, 6', and well built, though not extremely muscular.  He had a
slight paunch, but one that didn't make him unattractive.  Rachana
said she thought he was sexy, with his good looks and charm.  We all
took to each other immediately.

Sanjay played tennis and when I said I had played in high school, he
suggested I take it up again, as he was looking for a partner.  So
soon after I was playing sports again, and I slowly began to get back
into shape.  Rachana and Meena became best friends as well, and after
Rachana found the couple a home, in the neighborhood adjacent to ours,
they began to go out shopping to furnish the house.

Four months after meeting Meena and Sanjay, our lives had improved
dramatically.  I'd cut back on work and begun to go to the gym.  And
our sex life improved.  With the renewed energy, Rachana and I began
having sex again, sometimes two or three times a week (which was a
marked improvement from the zero times a few months before).

The four of us made Saturday's our weekly get together, and often
ended up spending the entire day together.  They'd come over for
lunch, and then Sanjay and I would go play some tennis at our
neighborhood tennis court while Meena and Rachana took a stroll.  Then
Meena & Sanjay would head home to freshen up, and we'd go to their
place for dinner and then out to a movie.

One such Saturday, Rachana and I were sitting on the couch in our
house, Sanjay and Meena seated in the sofa across from us, after our
afternoon tennis and stroll.  Sanjay and I had played a tough match,
with the game getting a little more competitive than usual.  He had
won, barely, and had been ribbing me about it.  We were both energized
from our match, the endorphins flowing, and it had been all in good
fun.  Sanjay talked about how people in America were so much more
competitive in sports than in India, and soon the four of us began
discussing the differences between the two countries.

"Certainly," said Meena, "one of the biggest differences is the
attitude toward sex."

"Yeah, I can't imagine growing up in a country where sex is so taboo,"
I said, with Rachana agreeing.

"It can be rather difficult.  Especially if you're like us," Sanjay
said, smiling.

"Oh, yeah? And how is that," Rachana asked.  She was leaning against
me, with my hand resting on her leg, and I gave it a squeeze as I
thought about sex.

"Well, we're not exactly your conservative Indian couple," Sanjay
said.

Meena gave Sanjay a mischevious look, and then said, "But at least we
lived in Bombay.  It is the most liberal city in India, and we were
able to meet like-minded people."

" 'Like-minded people'," I said questioningly.  "I can understand
wanting to be open in conversation with people, but why did you need
to meet 'like-minded people'?"

"Well," said Meena, "if you are as adventurous as us, you must meet
similar people to be able to do what you want to do."

The two of them gave us devilish smiles, which could have just been
joking, or more.

"Well what sort of things do you need to meet people to do," Rachana
asked with a smile.

Meena and Sanjay exchanged looks, and then Meena got up.  She walked
over to our couch and sat down next to us.  Without asking she pulled
Rachana up off me, towards her.  She then put a hand on Rachana's
waist, and began rubbing it up her side.  Then, still smiling, she
leaned forward and kissed Rachana, one hand going up to Rachana's tit.
 Rachana hesitated for a moment, and then opened her mouth, kissing
back, putting a hand over Meena's.  After almost half a minute they
broke their kiss.

"That sort of thing," Meena then answered.

I stared, in shock.  Had I really just seen what I had?  And had
Rachana just kissed her back like that?

Rachana turned to me, then smiled.  "What did you think," she asked
me.

I didn't know how to answer.  Then Meena moved Rachana out of the way
and sat next to me.  Without warning she leaned into me and planted
her lips against mine.  Instinctively I kissed back.  In any normal
situation I would have pushed away, but with the sexual energy now
filling the room, the endorphins running through me, and the sheer
excitement of a woman like Meena, the only thing I could do was kiss
back.

Meena's hand was then on my crotch, massaging my hardening cock.  I
put my hand over hers just as Rachana had done, and our kissing became
even more passionate.  I then reached up and grabbed for Meena's body,
pulling her to mine.  I ran my hands over her, feeling her back, her
tits, and the soft folds of flesh by her belly.  All of a sudden I
realized what I was doing and pulled away.

When I did I looked for Rachana, for what she'd say.  I expected her
to be crying, or in a rage.  Instead I found her next to Sanjay, being
massaged by him as they watched.  Rachana and Sanjay smiled, and then
I felt a tugging at my waist.  Meena was undoing the drawstring of my
shorts, and before I could stop her she pulled my brown cock out.  She
immediately bent down and slurped it down, and it was all I could do
not to cum.

I still couldn't believe what was happening, and watched with wide
eyes as Meena blew me.  I kept looking back to Rachana and Sanjay,
both of whom were eagerly watching.  As Meena expertly sucked my cock,
Sanjay's hands slipped underneath Rachana's blouse to grab her huge
tits.  Rachana closed her eyes and moaned, then leaned back into his
chest.  He was sitting straddling her from behind now, and he began to
rub his crotch against her butt.

As Meena blew me, I pulled my shirt off and lay back.  She sucked and
slobbered like a pro, devouring my five inches.  Though not long, I am
somewhat thick, and I knew Meena was getting a mouthful.  She worked
her head up and down, her hands massaging my nuts, making loud
slurping noises as she did so.  Her saliva began to run down my cock
and onto my balls, and she rubbed the mixture of her spit and my
pre-cum juice all over my nuts.

She then pulled back, smiling.  My cock slapped against my stomach. 
She grabbed and pulled my shorts off me, not having to worry about
socks and shoes since we good Indians go barefoot in the house.  I was
now completely naked, the only one.  It actually excited me, being the
only one.  Meena then grabbed the bottom of her blouse and pulled her
shirt off.  I quickly sat up and came to her, grabbing for her tits. 
They weren't huge, but still nice, small B's.  I squeezed them through
her bra, and then helped her out of it.  Her tits were round and
flopping in a cute way, with big areolas and small nipples, and I
pinched the tips of them, and Meena giggled.

Then I suddenly remembered Rachana and looked over.  She was now naked
except for her panties, through which Sanjay was fingering her.  She
was leaning back against him, with his face inverted over hers, their
tongues dancing.

Meena had stood up and pulled her skirt and panties off, now
completely naked.  She looked fabulous.  Her imperfections, the extra
weight around her middle, the bigness of her butt, was a total
turn-on.  I had her lay back on the couch, and she happily spread her
legs.  "Make me cum," she said, and I went down determined to do so.

She smelled strong and wonderful.  Before licking, I inhaled her
scent.  She was hairy down there, as a woman from India would be, and
I ran my fingers through the hair until I found her soft lips. 
Spreading them wide, and moving the hair out of the way, I pressed my
face against her cunt and started licking, rubbing my long nose
against her clit.  Meena moaned and began playing with her tits.  I
licked up and into her gash, taking a finger and stimulating her clit
with it now.  I wet the finger first, then began to wet her clit,
taking juices from her pussy and running them all over her button. 
She tasted wonderful, nice and tangy, and my cock grew harder as I
gave her head.  She wrapped her long brown legs around my head,
pulling me in so that I was sucked into her nether regions.  Since her
legs were wrapped around my head by going over my shoulder, I now had
access to her big round ass.  With my free hand I began to squeeze the
cheeks, and then found her crack.  I slid my middle finger down her
back slit until I came upon her asshole, and then I slowly inserted
it.  This got Meena going like anything, and then she came, her body
shaking, muttering words in Hindi which I didn't understand, since I
am South Indian.

Meena and I untangled and I came up to see Rachana and Sanjay both
totally naked now.  Sanjay had a nice body, long and full, his slight
belly somehow adding to his attractiveness, just as Meena's
imperfections did.  He had a long cock, about seven inches, and was
uncut.  He was standing with one knee on the sofa, Rachana sitting on
the couch before him, his dick waving in front of her face.  She
grabbed it, stroking it, then looked over at us.  "Put it in your
mouth," Meena told her.  And I agreed. "Put Sanjay's fat cock in your
mouth."

She needed no more urging, and instantly opened her mouth.  Sanjay
guided his dick into her open face, and, holding the sides of her
head, began to fuck her face, pumping his ass forward.  Rachana loved
it, taking his long shaft down her throat.  My wife is able to deep
throat, a talent she learned from a well-hung college boyfriend, but
with me the talent is somewhat wasted.  On Sanjay she eagerly used it,
relaxing her jaw and letting him have his way with her.  Soon gurgling
noises began coming from Rachana's throat as the saliva built up in
her, and Sanjay began to thrust faster.  It was incredible watching
Sanjay, tall and brown, fucking the face of my even darker wife, with
her firm, thick, dark-brown body.

Soon, I could tell Sanjay was close to coming.  He said, "Yeah,
swallow it, swallow my entire cock," and pulled her face further upon
him, so that her face was pressed against his lower abdomen on his
thrusts.  Finally he pulled out and pointed his prick at Rachana's
face.  A huge shower of white semen sprayed forth, coating her.  I'd
never even tried to do something like that with her before, and I was
delighted to see it done.  His blasts continued to come, and Rachana
sat there happily taking it.

When he was done, Meena crossed the room and sat down across from
Rachana.  She began licking her husband's cum off of my wife's face. 
As she did, she pressed her face against Rachana's, the cum rubbing
onto her, and they French-kissed, sharing his seed.  It was beautiful,
watching the pair lick and swallow cum back and forth.  Sanjay came
over and took a seat beside me, and we both watched.

Even after they were done, they continued to kiss each other.  They
pressed themselves against each other, lying down on the couch, and
playing with each others tits.  It was awesome watching the two
bodies, different, but both exquisite.  Rachana, dark and firm and
shapely; Meena, a bit lighter, thinner in some places, fatter in
others.

Sanjay said, "Look at our wives.  They are gorgeous together."  And
then looking at me, he said, "Well, look at you, still."
My cock was still raging hard, unsatisfied yet, and Sanjay grabbed it.
 It was the first time I'd ever had a guy touch my dick.  He pointed
it towards the women, and said "Meena, you need to finish what you
started."

The pair broke apart and looked up.  Rachana's eyes widened upon
seeing my cock in another man's hand, and Meena looked excited. 
"Well, we shall have to amend that."  Meena sat back on the couch,
then spread her legs wide.  "Go and fuck my wife," Sanjay said, and I
gladly went.

I knelt in front of Meena, between her spread legs.  Rachana reached
down and grabbed my dick, guiding me into Meena by the base.  When the
head touched Meena's moist, dark lips we both sighed, and then I let
my weight take me down and sink into her.  Now deep inside of her, I
began pumping into her, nice and steady, not fast, not slow.  Rachana
began running her hands over our two bodies, telling us how sexy it
was too do so, how much she loved seeing us like this.  "Do you like
watching your husband screw me," Meena asked Rachana between gasps.

"Oh, it is so fucking incredible.  My husband is your's."

I fucked Meena long and hard, with both Sanjay and Rachana encouraging
me on.  Then Rachana got into the same position as Meena, sitting
right beside her with her legs spread, her left leg slung over Meena's
right.  Sanjay came over then, his cock hard again, and he entered my
wife.  I watched his long shaft slide into Rachana even as I fucked
his wife, and soon he and I were thrusting in tandem, our wives
moaning and groaning, the four of us all gasping, the slapping of our
bodies making wonderful, fleshy noises, the sounds of sex filling the
room.

Finally I came.  I moaned and said, "I'm gonna cum!"  Meena pulled me
into her, and orgasm shook me.  I deposited my semen deep into Meena. 
Her pussy clamped down around my cock, and she came as well, her body
shaking.  I then slumped down on top of her, and we kissed as her
husband and my wife continued to fuck.  Sanjay was giving it to
Rachana with great force, their bodies just inches from us.  In fact,
they were so close that they were touching us, and the four of us were
in sexual bliss, myself and Meena coming down, Rachana and Sanjay
coming up.  Then Sanjay gave out a yell, something in Hindi, and he
came into my wife's cunt.  His body shook, and he collapsed onto
Rachana, pressing his heavy weight onto her.  Rachana for her part
loved it, and pulled him closer.

Afterwards the four of us lay there, our bodies spent, sexual smells
and sighs filling our noses and ears.  We all exchanged kisses, and
Sanjay even massaged my shoulders and chest, and I did his butt.  We
all lay there experiencing each other.

That day was the first of our new sexual life.  I later found out that
Meena had seduced Rachana before, though never going beyond kissing
and petting.  Meena had told Rachana she wanted to introduce us into
the realm of group sex, but had never told her when.  But it happened
to be that day, and we are so glad they did.  Meena and Sanjay brought
us to a whole new world of sexual pleasure, and they've become closer
than best friends ever since.

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