Swingging With New Friends

Our life had gotten stuck in a rut. Shama and I had moved to Karachi two years ago after I took an exciting job offer. It had seemed like the perfect thing to do at the time. Even though it was far from Islamabad, 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. Shama got a job as a Marketing Manager of a real estate agency, and I'd started my job as financial planner for high-income individuals, Karachi is extremely wealthy, and my services were in demand. But that resulted in me working overtime, and Shama 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. Shama, for her part, continued to look good, however. At 5'4", she’s always had a great body, with nice firm legs, a nice solid ass, 34B breasts, and fleshy, sexy arms. But still, everything else had gone down hill. Back home, we'd known so many people in our town.

All that changed the day Shama met Anjum & Ali. They were an educated couple. They were both Doctors. They were looking for a home, and had gone to Shama's agency. When she got home the day after meeting them, Shama couldn't wait to talk about them. She said they were both intelligent, good-looking, fun loving, attractive and open. Shama had invited them over for dinner that weekend. Shama was right. They were great, very good-looking (especially Anjum). Anjum was Shama's height, with a thinner body. Though not as shapely as Shama, 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 fair, with long, pointed features and big, doe-like eyes, and an incredible, pearly white smile. Ali 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. Shama said she thought he was sexy, with his good looks and charm. We all took to each other immediately. 

Ali 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. Shama and Anjum became best friends as well, and after Shama 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 Anjum and Ali, 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, Shama 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 Ali and I would go play some tennis at our neighborhood tennis court while Anjum and Shama took a stroll. Then Anjum & Ali would head home to freshen up, and we'd go to their place for dinner and then out to a movie. One such Saturday, Shama and I were sitting on the couch in our house, Ali and Anjum seated in the sofa across from us, after our afternoon tennis and stroll. Ali 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. Ali talked about how people in Islamabad were so much more competitive in sports than in Karachi, and soon the four of us began discussing the differences between the two countries.

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

"Yeah, I can't imagine sex is so taboo," I said, with Shama agreeing.

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

"Oh, yeah? And how is that," Shama 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 Pakistani couple," Ali said.

Anjum gave Ali a mischievous look, and then said, "But at least we live in Karachi. It is the most liberal city in Pakistan, and we 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 Anjum, "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," Shama asked with a smile.

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

"That sort of thing," Anjum then answered.

I stared, in shock. Had I really just seen what I had? And had Shama just kissed her back like that? Shama turned to me, and then smiled.

"What did you think," she asked me.

I didn't know how to answer. Then Anjum moved Shama 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 Anjum, the only thing I could do was kiss back. Anjum's hand was then on my crotch, massaging my hardening cock. I put my hand over hers just as Shama had done, and our kissing became even more passionate. I then reached up and grabbed for Anjum'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 Shama, for what she'd say. I expected her to be crying, or in a rage. Instead I found her next to Ali, being massaged by him as they watched. Shama and Ali smiled, and then I felt a tugging at my waist. Anjum was undoing the drawstring of my shorts, and before I could stop her she pulled my 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 Anjum blew me. I kept looking back to Shama and Ali, both of who were eagerly watching. As Anjum expertly sucked my cock, Ali's hands slipped underneath Shama's shirt to grab her huge tits. Shama 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 Anjum blew me, I pulled my shirt off and lay back. She sucked and slobbered like a pro, devouring my six inches. Though not long, I am somewhat thick, and I knew Anjum 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.