Mixed doubles

Wed, May 14 12:45 AM

I got married at the age of 18 and have been married for eight long years now. Raj (name changed) and I are leading a normal life like any other couple, with the usual ups and downs.

One evening last month, Raj came home quite excited and said he wanted to discuss something important. Jatin, his colleague from work had confided that he and his wife attend a swish 'swinging party' in Defence colony every month where five-six couples gather for drinks and end up swapping partners for sex as the evening progresses.

My husband seemed fascinated with the idea and wanted us to attend the party too, just once, as an experiment. I was horrified initially, but he managed to convince me that it won't do any harm, especially since we were clear about the fact that it was just for fun and we were 'very much in love'.

This party took place at a member's house and started at around 9:30 pm. Besides us, there was one more couple who were the first timers at such a party.

The couples were mostly in their thirties, with the exception of one man who looked older and must be in his 50s, though his wife (later I got to know she was his live-in girlfriend) looked much younger. First things first We were asked to introduce ourselves, and as decided earlier by my husband, we gave false names.

The 'organiser' then asked me and the other 'first-timer' woman if we knew where the party would lead and if we had willingly consented for it. Apparently, they had experienced incidents in the past when husbands misled their wives into believing that it was a normal drinks party and the women had created a scene by refusing to cooperate at the last minute.

We muttered an uncomfortable 'yes'. He quickly went on to add that the couples were responsible for taking precautions and that no 'abnormal/kinky' stuff could be forced on anyone.

A round of drinks started and everyone got around to discussing mundane stuff - movies, politics and so on. Then a member suggested we play strip-flash, a variant of the normal card game where the one who loses removes a piece of garment.

It was meant to make everyone comfortable and lead on to what was to follow. The game was fun and after a point, we lost the initial shyness.

Then came the bit after dinner where our respective 'partners' for the night had to be decided. The women were asked to take off one of their footwear and put in a big cane bucket with a lid.

The men were supposed to put their hand in the bucket and pick out one sandal, the owner of which becomes their partner for the night. The 'host' got to pick first and then everyone followed suit.

I was paired with a short, stocky guy who gave me a smile, which made my stomach lurch, at what was in store for me. My husband got a woman who looked older and 'experienced'.

She just held his hand and I wanted to kill her right there and then. But I got a look from my husband, which reminded me of my promise to go through it just once and look at it as a purely physical experience, with no emotions involved.

The deal was that the men were responsible for deciding where they wished to take their respective partners - those who had no kids or parents at home chose to go home and those who did, went to a hotel or a guesthouse. A woman, who was a regular in the circuit told me that sometimes a few couples decide to stay in the same room and experience orgies.

Once in every two months, the organiser also invites a few single girls who are willing to do a threesome for an evening of free drinks and the fun of it. Hesitantly I asked her if the thoughts of infidelity, guilt or jealousy ever bothered her and she said that it's the opposite since she's not cheating on her husband or doing something behind his back.

She said she was hooked on to the spice and variety of it by now and looked forward to the last Saturday of every month. The joy ride My partner took me to a five star hotel and we had a few more drinks in the bar as I wanted to shed my inhibitions.

We checked into a room later and even though there were moments during the night when I tried to let go and enjoy just the physicality of it, I felt pretty horrible in the morning. I couldn't look my husband in the eye on reaching home after my partner dropped me at the South Ex market as I didn't want him to know where I lived.

I never asked my husband about how his evening went as I was so sure I couldn't bear to hear out any details. I've decided not to go to the party again, though I know my husband would be willing.

I have a seven year-old son, I can't even imagine him getting to know about it in future and also the fear of bumping into a relative or a friend is terrifying. The memories of that evening would haunt and yet excite me forever.

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