Is God a Swinger?

Yesterday I found myself stuck in a traffic jam and in a couple of minutes I was wishing upon the stars to give me wings so that I can fly though the traffic jam. I was getting late for the swingers party I had to organize and because of my busy schedule this week I hardly found any time to plan and prepare anything in advance. I had promised a few new activities I needed to be at the venue in time to make sure everything goes smoothly. While trying hard to hold my nerves in the traffic jam I found this gentleman on my right honking wildly at me and the desperation on his face told me that something was wrong. Had I hit his car unknowingly and caused a damage which was irreparable? Then I saw him pointing his fingers and my heart sank because it was much worse than what I feared, I had a flat wheel!!! I could hear people honking at me left, right north and south. I was already getting such nasty looks from my fellow earthlings as if I had committed a triple murder and was standing with the weapon of murder in my hand at the crime scene. Thankfully, I had renewed my cross roads subscription a couple of days back so at least I knew I help would be only a call away(that subscription for once looked like the best investment I had done in the whole year). And as I waited for help I was forced to do the thanks less job of a traffic cop(that too an untrained one) who every passer by was abusing as if taking part in a free for all competition. I did not even dare to ask for help from anyone because I could not afford anyone peeping inside my car because with all those apparatus lying in the car they would have certainly thought I was some sex maniac on the loose..........................

Fast forward my saga to 35 minutes and I found myself as among a lovely group of people. I was greeted with such enthusiasm that my ego immediately took an instant boost. I narrated them my harrowing experience and the concern and affection that I was shown was almost unbelievable. Under normal circumstances I would not surprised as I know from experience that genuine swingers are an emotionally educated community but after having such a bad time the place where I found myself was looking divine. Everybody was so polite so courteous and chivalry that sounds like a Victorian word these days was seen every where. The hugs were just as warm as the hellos and the smiles were so infectious that I felt like I had finally come home. From a state of utter chaos and confusion where I was screaming inside me “dilli to pagal hai” to a state which had such a calming affect on me that the quick transformation almost looked magical. It left me asking the question” Is this what Utopia would be like?”. Within a couple of minutes with some helping hands I hands I had set everything up and seeing the cheerful lot I knew that the party had already started. And as I sit here and think about what all happened last night I wonder “Is god a swinger?”

The joy of making love with clothes ON

A couple of days I was invited over to a party to play the role of a host. A bunch of couples were trying swinging for the fist time and the whole idea was to make it more of a fun and frolic event than making it some kind of experiment.. The idea of seeing myself into a new role motivated me and I immediately shot back a mail suggesting that there be a dress code for the party and that everyone should be wearing traditional Indian dresses (Sarees and Kurtas). From my past experiences I know that traditional Indian dresses can be very sensuous in some circumstances :-)

Finally on the day I found myself amongst three most vivacious couples I have come across in the recent months. After an hour of playing some very naughty games I was asked by this lovely lady about when I was intending to announce the start of the real games. Giving her a beaming smile I said that the games had already started. She gave me a confused look so I took this opportunity to make an announcement as a host that the rule for the night was that no one was going to strip off any clothes tonight. No un-buttoning, no unzipping whatever has to be done needs to be done with clothes on. Every one was giving me an amused look so I put them a simple question “Look back and remember what was the most exciting experience you had …It was when you had your first kiss…when you fondled his/her body for the first time … .and come to think of it you had all your clothes on at that time!!!!!” .In telling all this what I was trying to explain was that you don’t have to be all naked to be enjoying those sexual pleasures…its all in the ambiance and most importantly it’s the state of mind. So without wasting any further time I jumped into my role as a host and initiated them into a couple of erotic activities that I had mastered over the years. And within a couple of minutes the scene tuned into an erotic playground with passions soaring so high that I thought that it would be very difficult for everyone to stay clothed but everyone was sporting and all of them managed to stay in their clothes. Seeing everything going according to plan all I needed to do was to judge the right timing when the passion would grow so out of control that it would be on the verge of bursting out. The moment I felt that the time had come I asked each of them to go into the rooms with their “own partners” where they were allowed to take of their clothes. And while I sat down and drank my pepsi I knew that everyone would be having one of the most mind blowing sex they would have ever had with their partners. At the end of it all it was a job WELL DONE :-)