Nisha had arranged to meet Meenakshi for a drink on the way home from work. It had been a while since they had met without their two husbands and they had missed the opportunity to have a candid, racy conversation about their sex lives; one of the whispered, giggly conversations they had always had over a bottle or two of wine ever since Nisha had been Meenakshi’s bridesmaid many years earlier. She looked forward to hearing about what Meenakshi and her husband, Rishi, had been getting up to between the sheets since last they had talked.

They had decided to meet in the West End in a small bar near Piccadilly. Meenakshi had taken the day off and had spent it shopping on Oxford Street. The shops had been busy and she was running late so she texted Nisha to let her know. Receiving the text, Nisha sighed and looked at her Instagram to pass the time. This wasn’t the first time Meenakshi had been late.

Meenakshi and Nisha had been friends for ever, or at least so it felt to Nisha. When Rishi, an old family friend of hers, had brought Meenakshi round to her house to introduce her as his new girlfriend eighteen years previously, she and Nisha had hit it off immediately and all three of them had been extremely close in the years since. Rishi and Meenakshi had married two years later and were now the parents of two teenage girls, but Nisha had always continued to meet them regularly and the children considered her an aunty more than a family friend.

When Nisha and Rishi were younger their parents had hoped they might get married and had even encouraged them to do so but, although attracted to one another, Rishi and Nisha had never taken their relationship beyond that of friends. Rishi had met Meenakshi around the same time and had been so overwhelmed by her beauty and attractive, sexy personality that nobody else could capture his attention and he had remained completely in love with, and faithful to, Meenakshi ever since.

Meanwhile, Nisha had eventually met and married Chris and they were equally devoted to one another. Although she had been in her fifties when she married Chris, she had never had much regular sex until then. Now she was getting it at least daily and usually more frequently than that. Chris had an insatiable sexual appetite and their days usually began and ended with a fuck and were often punctuated with one or two quickies in between. Nisha loved the attention, and that she could talk about almost any of her sexual needs with Chris and he would try to fulfill them. It also meant she had lots to gossip about when she had one of her racy tête-à-têtes with Meenakshi.

Fifteen minutes after she had received the text Meenakshi had still not arrived and Nisha was a bit annoyed. Why did Meenakshi always go by “Indian time?” Nisha by contrast had arrived early and had quickly attracted the attention of a group of drunken bankers who had offered to buy her drinks and sit with her. It must have been the low-cut dress that Nisha was wearing that had drawn them to her. Admittedly, she was displaying a lot of cleavage, and in a way she was flattered that, aged fifty-one, she could still have pulled one of these much younger guys if she had wanted to, but she wasn’t interested and looked at her watch wishing Meenakshi would get here soon.

When Meenakshi eventually arrived Nisha had already had two glasses of wine from the bottle she had ordered and was beginning to feel a bit tipsy. Meenakshi put down her many shopping bags, took off her coat and after hugs, sat down opposite Nisha, apologising for her tardiness. It didn’t take long for Nisha to forgive her.

“Nice dress!” Nisha said, and Meenakshi stood up again to give Nisha a twirl. It was a beautiful short, tight dress; dark blue in colour, it perfectly showed off Meenakshi’s legs and curves. “Very sexy,” Nisha continued. “You’d better be careful in here though – I’ve been fighting off these wankers over there for the last half hour. When they clock you looking like that they’ll be after you instead!” Meenakshi laughed.

The two friends caught up on the news about their lives and families but it didn’t take Meenakshi long to raise their pet subject of sex. “So how’s your sex life Nisha?” Meenakshi swept back her long black hair and flashed Nisha a big, white smile. “I hope that husband of yours is still giving you plenty,” she began in her typically forthright manner as she poured them both another glass of wine.

“God yeah,” Nisha replied. “He can’t keep his hands off me. Every night he comes home from work and expects sex straight away. I was watching TV when he came home last night and after I’d given him a welcome home kiss he roughly undressed me, bent me over and fucked me then and there. I just carried on watching TV until he finished – I didn’t want to miss Pointless.” They both laughed. “I love being used like that for quickie sex. But yes, it’s great. We’re always trying new stuff. How about you? Is Rishi still as horny as ever?”

“Yes, similar with me,” Meenakshi began, “Rishi doesn’t show any signs of slowing down either. But I must admit, his size is beginning to be a problem, would you believe.”

Nisha was stunned. One of the things Meenakshi had always seemed to like best about her husband was the fact that he had an extremely long and thick cock. Nisha had heard many stories about how Rishi had stretched Meenakshi to her limits – something she loved – and Nisha had always joked that his cock had been the reason why an average looking guy like Rishi had managed to marry a beautiful, sexy woman like Meenakshi. So how could his size have emerged as a problem eighteen years and two children later?

Meenakshi leaned in towards Nisha conspiratorially and explained further. “Remember the last time we had one of our chats?” she whispered. “I told you we had been experimenting with… er… anal play?” She giggled as she pointed to her beautiful, round bottom. “Well at that point it was just using a butt plug or dildo. Sometimes I’d play on my own and other times I’d use one when I was being fucked – I love the feeling of being full in both holes at once – but… sorry, am I shocking you?”

Meenakshi had noticed the look on Nisha’s face. The frankness of the conversation had taken even Nisha aback and, despite her best efforts, it was showing in her dropped jaw and wide eyes.

“No, not at all! Do continue Meenakshi.” Nisha regained a straight face and Meenakshi continued her explanation.

“Well, I was really enjoying the dildos and stuff but I wanted the ‘real thing’ so we tried it but I just couldn’t take him inside me. We’ve tried loads of times now but I just can’t accommodate his cock. We’re getting frustrated because he wants to do it and I can’t wait to feel a man inside my bum but… well… it just doesn’t seem we’re compatible in that area.” Meenakshi looked despondent.

“Have you tried using more lube? I’ve read that…”

“We’ve tried everything, Nisha,” Meenakshi interjected. “Even poppers. The thing is, we both want it so badly but there just doesn’t seem to be a solution to the problem. My hips must be too narrow. I just can’t take a cock as big as his in my arse. My pussy? No problem! But my arse…?

Nisha took a moment to consider Meenakshi’s revelation. The brief pause in conversation was only broken when Nisha smiled knowingly.”Sorry for smiling,” she started, “…but it’s just that we both appear to have the same problem only in reverse.”

Meenakshi looked confused so Nisha continued.

“After our conversation last time I was interested in trying anal play myself. You made it sound fun so I asked Chris if he wanted to try it and he was keen. So we did it – full anal sex – and it was okay but I felt I needed… more. Chris isn’t small as I’ve told you, and his cock took some getting used to at first, but once we’d done it a few times I just wanted something bigger and thicker.” Nisha looked around to check nobody was listening then whispered, “He doesn’t know this, but I’ve bought some huge dildos and when he’s not around I use them. We’ve pretty much stopped having anal, which he’s not happy about, but it doesn’t really do anything for me unless I’m completely filled up, if you know what I mean? I know he’d be much happier if he could satisfy me that way but I can only cum if I’m really stretched and his cock simply isn’t big enough.”

Now it was Meenakshi’s turn to look shocked. “So let me get this right! All four of us want anal but your husband’s cock is too small and my husband’s is too big? What the fuck…?” Nisha smiled ruefully and nodded.

There was a long pause in the conversation as both women took a sip of wine and considered their shared dilemma. It would have been obvious to any observer that, as Meenakshi and Nisha mulled over the situation, there was an obvious solution to the problem. It would have been equally obvious that both women were aware of what the solution was but neither were prepared to take the step of suggesting it to the other. It was Nisha who broke the silence.

“So if you had a partner with a smaller cock – Chris for example – for one night only, what would you do with him?” She tried to make the question sound hypothetical but as soon as the words left her lips she knew it sounded much more tangible than she had intended. This wasn’t lost on Meenakshi who realised that Nisha was coming to the same conclusion as her.

“Well, as you know, I love Rishi so I would only ever be with the other guy – Chris, to use your example – for good anal sex, and it would only be with Rishi’s knowledge and consent. If I did have a night with a guy with a regular sized cock I might let him fuck my pussy too just to see what it was like – as you know, I was a virgin when I met Rishi and have only known his cock – but I can’t imagine it would be as good as having Rishi’s truncheon inside there.” They both giggled. “What about you?”

“Same,” Nisha replied, “I just want to experience the feeling of being stretched in both holes by a guy with a big cock. Feeling him pull out of my pussy only to force his way inside my bum would be such a turn on. But like you, I love my husband and would never go behind his back.”

Meenakshi considered Nisha’s answer. “But if you told Chris what you’ve just told me about your fantasies, would he let you have a night with a guy with a bigger cock… Rishi for example? I thought you guys could talk about anything.” Their eyes met but this time they both looked at each other knowingly. It was clear to both of them what the other was thinking.”

“I don’t know,” Nisha replied. “We do have some secrets. I’ve not even told him about my monster dildos much less my fantasies about a larger guy. He might feel inadequate or that I’m cheating on him. I’d feel awkward even raising it with him in case he didn’t agree to it. And what if I liked monster cock so much I wanted it regularly? I’m not sure I trust myself. What about Rishi? Would he let you go with another guy for a night if it meant you could experience good anal sex?”

“I don’t think Rishi would feel inadequate at least – he’s got more between his legs than any girl could want.” More giggles. “But I don’t think he’d let me go with another guy unless perhaps it was part of a ‘wife swap’ situation – he would have to feel it was fair on both of us, if that makes sense? Even then I’m not sure he would go for it but we’ve been married for eighteen years and our marriage is rock-solid in every other way – maybe he’d like to spice things up a bit with a one night ‘hall pass’, especially if it meant he got to have anal sex. I know he’s desperate for it.”

“Yes, that makes sense,” Nisha replied. “And I think Chris would think the same. If going with someone else was something we both did together he might go for it – especially if the other woman was attractive and enthusiastic about anal. I know he’s desperate too but I just don’t get off when he does it with me and it frustrates him. Maybe I’m just being a bit selfish.”

“Yes, we will have to make sure the guys have a good time and have their needs met too.”

Meenakshi’s slip from the conditional to the future tense was accidental but it marked a distinct change in the conversation. Suddenly the women were discussing how they would arrange their ‘husband swap’ and any pretence that this was a hypothetical situation was suddenly dropped. Both women desperately wanted the other’s husband for the night to fulfill their darkest desires. But Nisha was still anxious.

“I just don’t know how I’ll raise it with Chris. I know he fancies you – he can’t stop looking at you when we’re all together, although he thinks I don’t notice – but I’m not sure how he’ll react when I raise it with him. We’ve never talked about swapping with another couple before.”

“I know what you mean,” Meenakshi replied. “It’s awkward with your own husband, isn’t it. So… how about we proposition each other’s husband? I’ll ask Chris and you talk to Rishi. If he would do it with anyone he would do it with you – he loves you to bits and still fancies you as much as ever. We’ll tell them everything; that we have both discussed it and that we’re keen to try it. We’ll pretend that we’re doing it for their pleasure not ours; that we love our husbands and just want them to be satisfied in bed. They’d be mad not to go along with it when they know their wives are happy with the arrangement – it’s every man’s dream!

“When we’ve spoken to them separately they can get together, discuss it, and come back to us with a joint answer. Their discussion will remain secret so we won’t be offended if either one of them doesn’t want to fuck either one of us. We’ll never know who said no, but if one of them doesn’t like the idea my bet is that the other one will talk him round. If neither of them are up for it we can just put the idea down to too much drink and apologise for suggesting it.

“What’s the worst that can happen? If they turn us down it will only be because they love us and want to be faithful, but either way their egos will be boosted because they’ve been asked to fuck another woman. It’s a win-win situation; either we get a great night of sex or we know that our husbands are faithful to us even when tempted.”

Nisha thought about it further. Would Chris think less of her for offering herself to another man, albeit with return favours for him? Meenakshi was right though; by pretending it was all for Chris’s benefit the worst that could happen would be that she could be accused of an error of judgement, not unfaithfulness. She trusted Meenakshi to explain to Chris that this was to be an act of love, not desertion or dissatisfaction on Nisha’s part, and she would do the same for Meenakshi with Rishi. The thought of Rishi’s monster cock was very tempting; if she had known all these years ago that his cock was so huge he might have got her down the aisle after all.

“Okay, let’s do it,” Nisha said. “Let’s ask them at Rina’s wedding next Saturday. There’ll be loads to drink so we can just blame it on that if it all goes wrong.”

“Mark my words,” Meenakshi replied, ” …by the time the boys have had a drink or two, they’ll not say no.”

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A week of constant texts and phone calls followed as Meenakshi and Nisha prepared to ask the big question at the wedding the following weekend. They rehearsed every possible scenario so, by the time the wedding day came around, both were confident that they could sweet-talk the other’s husband into bed. The plan was for Nisha to send Chris to the bar for drinks whereupon Meenakshi would intercept him and take him somewhere private to hear her proposal. Nisha would take Rishi aside at the same time and put the idea to him.

The wedding was a good one. The reception was held at a top London hotel near Hyde Park and the event oozed class. Seemingly endless courses of high quality Indian food were washed down with copious amounts of wine, and by nine o’clock – the time the girls had agreed that their plan was to be enacted – all four of them were quite tipsy.

“Chris, Rishi and Meenakshi need another drink. Would you mind?” Nisha watched as Chris rose and proceeded towards the bar.

“I’ll go and help him,” Meenakshi said, and she quickly got up and disappeared into the crowd before Rishi had a chance to offer to help instead. Seizing her opportunity, Nisha asked Rishi to accompany her outside, telling him there was something she wished to discuss with him in private. Curious, Rishi rose and led the way to the ornamental garden.

Once outside, Nisha came straight to the point. “Rishi, you know Meenakshi would do anything for you, don’t you?” she asked.

“I think so, yes,” he replied, “Just as I would do anything for her.”

“That’s what I thought. Meenakshi tells me a lot about how happy you both are together and how in love you still are, even after all these years. We talk about everything, you know.”

Rishi was beginning to wonder where the conversation was leading and was slightly on his guard but he remained quiet and allowed Nisha to continue.

“When I say we talk about everything, I mean everything,” Nisha continued. “I know for example, that you give her enormous pleasure in the bedroom. Don’t be embarrassed – be proud of how happy you make Meenakshi. She loves you very much.”

Rishi was indeed embarrassed; he knew exactly what Nisha was getting at when talking about ‘enormous pleasure.’ “You girls really don’t have any limits, do you!” he responded with a embarrassed smile.

“No, not when it comes to our friends and family, which is why I’ve brought you out here. Meenakshi knows how much you want to have sex in new and exciting ways and she’s desperate to do it for you, but she’s worried that she can’t give you what you need because of… er… your size.”

“Do you mean…?” Rishi began.

“Yes, let’s call it what it is – anal sex. It’s a perfectly natural thing for a guy to want with his wife and if it was within her power she would do it for you, but she can’t.”

Rishi didn’t know what to say and he certainly couldn’t have imagined what Nisha would say next.

“So we’ve talked about this and Meenakshi is happy if, just once, I take her place in bed and give you what you need.”

Rishi was dumbfounded. “You spoke about this? Meenakshi would do that for me? You would do that for me?” Nisha nodded earnestly. “But what about Chris? He can’t be happy about that?”

“You know how much Chris and I love you guys. I’m sure Chris will go along with it. But you must understand, Meenakshi has needs too and she wants anal sex just as much as – if not more than – you do. If you’re both agreeable, while I’m giving you what you need, Chris can be doing the same for Meenakshi.”

Realising the implications of what Nisha was saying, Rishi turned away and walked slowly towards a rose bed, running his hand through his hair as he tried to process Nisha’s words. He turned back to Nisha. “So you and me have sex and Chris and Meenakshi have sex?” Nisha nodded. “But what’s in it for you and Chris, apart from giving Meenakshi and me what we both want?” Rishi was confused.