He asked me what if we exchanged wives every alternate days. I felt it was a great idea. I said “today I’ll go to Shweta and you to Anjana.” In ...he evening we went out for a movie. Ajay and myself were wearing the same black shirt with blue Newport jeans.We purchased tickets for the movie and I sat next to Shweta and my brother next to Anju. The movie was good and we returned home. I went into my brothers room. Shweta went to have a shower. I wanted to see her naked. I was outside the bathroom. Having been assisted with her wedding attire, specially designed to accommodate her bulging abdomen, she approached her husband-to-be."I suggest we do not tarry, My Prince. Our son is impatient to be born," she said as she painfully put on the wrap since the Grok winter had not yet receded."Is it time?" he asked, alarmed."Let us just hope the ceremony is a short one." I will see to it immediately."The prince sent word ahead and the ceremony was indeed kept short. Their vows were completed. I was a young woman who enjoyed her sex, not the passion or love, just the raw physical action, the suddenness, the unexpectedness and the impulsive explosion, short and the expression of, 'Wham bang, thank you Ma'am', my experience was made from my own ventures and the surprising act of encouraging and accosting men with my demands.He walked right up to where I sat indecently and crouched down in front of me. His strong smell of body odour made my nostril flare, 'You waiting for someone. Overcome by the heat and the growing pleasure he was causing, I tilted my head back and let out a moan that was much louder than I had expected. I froze, worried that someone had heard but he was quick to reassure me. “My parents are out for the night. It’s part of the reason I invited you over tonight actually.” We both grinned and returned to our grinding. “Wait,” he suddenly said and I felt his body pull away. I was worried I had done something wrong when I noticed his hands moving to his.