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A Swinging Odyssey

By: Pimanko



Chapter 1 Ground Rules

My special thanks to The Soulful Bard for reviewing and improving my story.

All errors are strictly mine. 

* * *

Aiko was 42 years old, her husband Gerald was 44. Their twin daughters had just started university, an event that had suddenly seemed to make their house feel empty. Both had good jobs. The mortgage on their house was just about paid off. Both were fit and healthy. Not only did they share house, home and children, but also the same values and attitudes about everything from money to sex.

They were compatible and very comfortable with each other. They were faithful to each other. Both had opportunities, neither ever took them. Where they sometimes attracted to other people? Absolutely. They accepted sexual attraction to others, and others' attraction to them, as part of human nature and as a fact of life. In short, they wondered but never wandered.

Married for more than 20 years, both had reached a stage where they felt that something was missing, an inexplicable emptiness that did not jibe with their love for each other. They couldn't put a finger on why or when this sense of emptiness started. They just knew it was there. It had crept up on them.

In the beginning of their life together, the sex was hot. They were more experimental in their youth, discovering the joys of various positions and techniques. But over the years, their sex life fell into a routine, especially after the twins were born.

Thinking back on their sex life together, Gerald remembered that he almost always had to take the initiative. His wife, Aiko, almost always acquiesced. Clearly, she enjoyed sex. But sometimes he wished she would take the initiative, surprise him, intrigue him, do something really different. 

She was a real go-getter at work, a person who took initiative. In family and household matters she even usually took the lead. With her friends, acquaintances and clients, she revealed a forceful and outgoing character. In short she was no doormat. She made rational decisions, thought out her opinions, and showed leadership.

On sexual matters Aiko displayed deference and diffidence toward Gerald, a characteristic that he attributed to her cultural background. She was shy but she no prude. Once the love play started, she was an enthusiastic lover.

As the years went by, they concluded that they would have no more children. To avoid an accidental pregnancy, and being not particularly fond of using condoms, Gerald underwent a vasectomy, a procedure that was less invasive for men than the equivalent would be for a woman.

When the children were young, vacations involved the entire family and the family stayed relatively close to home. They usually rented a cottage or camped. Now that they were well established in their careers and the children were essentially out of the house, the couple found more time for themselves. They resolved to travel on their vacations once or twice a year depending on the length of the vacation and how much vacation time they had available. They also took up dancing because it was a healthy form of physical activity and a hobby they could share. Still, something seemed to be missing.

* * *

Deep in thought, trying to shake off his unease, Gerald looked toward his wife. She was dressing down after a hard day's work.

'God, I love this woman,' he thought. 'I would do anything for her.'

His mind wandered off to the time when he first met Aiko. She was petite. Her figure was slimmer, almost thin, in those days. Her face was round, her features delicate and smooth. Her hair jet-black hair stood in sharp contrast to her lily-white skin.

What Aiko lacked in stature, she more than made up for with a strong, seemingly self-assured, outgoing and sometimes even forceful personality. Her intelligence and straightforwardness were characteristics that Gerald found both attractive and endearing.

They met while both were working on their master's degrees in information studies. She specialized in research librarianship, he in records and information management. He first noticed her in the lecture theatre in a course that they shared, one about research methods. She was sitting near the front row talking to a guy sitting next to her. At first, he assumed he was her boyfriend, but soon found out that they were just classmates.

One rainy day, while he was eating in the crowded noontime lunchroom, he saw her come in and start wandering around the lunchroom looking for a place to sit. The seat beside him was vacant.

"Is someone sitting there?" she asked.

He opened his hand, gesturing toward the open seat. "It is if you take it," he smiled.

She smiled too and sat down.

A few moments of awkward silence followed.

Noticing that she was shy, Gerald tried to make conversation. "I've seen you in the research methods class." Then added, "Oh, by the way, I'm Gerald and you are?

"Aiko."

"That's a nice name," he said. "Does it have a meaning?"

"Thank you, and yes, it does. It means 'love child'."

"That is so sweet," he had said as she had blushed.

They talked about their other classes. From there, they progressed to talking about their interests and careers. By the time lunch was over, they behaved as if they had been friends for ages.

Gerald found himself strangely attracted to this thin Asian beauty. His 'type' was normally more buxom and broader. It had never crossed his mind to date an Asian woman. But then again, there were few Asians where he grew up.

He remembered the odd feelings he had when he was with her. He was attracted to her, but it wasn't just sexual attraction. There was more; he just felt it. He felt comfortable with her. Even more oddly, he felt an overwhelming desire to protect her.

When lunch was over, they agreed to meet regularly for lunch. It was not long before he asked her for a date. Much to his delight, she accepted. From there, their relationship progressed, became deeper and eventually more intimate. First came the kisses and touches. Then they made out. He remembered how excited he was the first time they had sex.

In the first summer of their romance, which coincided with the completion of their Master's Degree program, Aiko left for Japan to visit her relatives. Although she would be away for a month, her absence left a void in his life.

For days he thought about her. He couldn't get her out of his head. He missed her. It was as if she had cast a love spell on him before she left. Then it hit him. Without knowing how and when it happened, he suddenly realized he was in love with her!

He became uneasy. He began to worry. Did she love him? He thought so but nonetheless he felt insecure. Would she find a lover in Japan? He knew her parents were pushing to find a Japanese husband, or at least one of Japanese descent. Aiko's parents were first-generation Japanese and on matters of marriage and family they were quite traditional.

She was their only child. Her parents made sure that their daughter spoke and read Japanese while she was growing up. They encouraged and supported her ambition to achieve an advanced level of education, including a Bachelor's and Master's Degree. In this sense, they were quite progressive. Her parents were fortunate to have such a studious daughter. She was fortunate to have such supportive parents.

Gerald had to tell himself to calm down. 'She said she was coming back,' he consoled himself. 'After all, she accepted a job at the university's science research library!'

Aiko returned. He saw her face shine as soon as she saw him again. He had no doubt that his face shone too.

As soon as Aiko had settled in, Gerald took her out for a walk. It was early evening. Gerald was nervous.

Aiko had noticed. "Is there something wrong, Gerald?

Gerald held her hand. 'I missed you so much, it was painful," he said.

"I missed you too, Gerald. It was only a month but it seemed like forever." She squeezed his hand.

Still holding her hand, he looked into her eyes, nervously. He felt butterflies in his stomach. His hands were sweaty.

'Now,' he told himself, 'before you lose your nerve.'

"I love you, Aiko. Will you marry me?" he blurted without preamble.

Her eyes flew wide-open. She was stunned. He had said the magic words, both sets of them.

She smiled. "I love you too, Gerald. I will be proud to be your wife and the mother of your children," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

Gerald got an instant hard-on. Aiko became wet. They embraced and kissed each other passionately, and made love that very night.

* * *

Of course, two decades had altered her appearance somewhat. She had some wrinkles. Her hair, while still mostly black despite being in her forties, had a sprinkling of grey hairs. 

Gerald discouraged her from dyeing her hair. "Why bother spending money and time on something like that?" he had said. "Grey hair hasn't and won't change my feelings for you."

She had agreed. She was not a vain person.

She had filled out more too. Her figure was curvier, less linear than it was when she married Gerald. Her firm, luscious breasts looked large on her petite body. Her figure reminded Gerald of the lusciously erotic females depicted in Japanese manga and anime. He actually thought she was even more attractive now then when he first met her.

'How do I reconcile my seemingly contradictory thoughts?' Gerald asked himself. 'She is as sexy as ever. So why do I feel something is missing.'

Gerald himself was a second-generation German. His blond hair and squarish features were evidence of his Teutonic ancestry. A child of immigrants, Gerald's parents had insisted he learn German. When he was old enough, they sent him to his aunt in Germany for the summer. He also learned French in school and university and took advantage of student exchange programs to stay in Montreal and Paris.

Gerald had a somewhat more laid-back approach to life than his wife. He preferred to observe before commenting. Aiko could always tell when he was being thoughtful.

She remembered that her tradition-bound parents were not happy with Gerald as her choice for a husband. They had anticipated she would marry a man in the Japanese community. Eventually, though, they reconciled themselves to their daughter's choice. She was happy. He treated her well. He was very attentive to their children and actively involved in raising them. He always showed respect to hiss.

* * *

"Out with it," she said, curious to know what he was thinking about. "I can tell something's on your mind but I can't read it."

Gerald snapped out of his reverie. "You're right, hon. Something is bothering me, but I just can't put a finger on it." He seemed to be in the doldrums.

She had felt them recently too. "Are you falling out of love with me?" she asked out of the blue.

"No, it's nothing like that, sweetheart," he rushed to assure her. "I still love you very much. I wouldn't hurt you for anything in the world."

She studied her husband for a moment. He still cut a fine figure even after all these years. True, he had more wrinkles. His hair had darkened from blonde to an almost mousy brown colour with flashes of grey.

"And I can prove it too," he said. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her into his arms and gave her a kiss.

'God, when this woman gets me started, she makes me really horny. She's almost like an addiction,' Gerald thought as his erection took shape. 'Why don't we have sex more often? I've got a woman who is everything a man could possibly want? So why do I feel something is missing?'

"I want you Aiko. I need you," he said hoarsely.

Aiko was thinking along the same lines. She still loved him. He still got her motor running. She loved being tightly wrapped in his strong arms, feeling the heat of his body against hers. It never failed to cause her loins to tingle and moisten and her breasts to ache and stiffen. But it had been along too long since they last made love together.

She said nothing but the tongue she stuck into Gerald's mouth told him she was 'in the mood'.

At first the kisses were tender, then turned into French-kisses followed by a tongue war. There would be no armistice. The battle would be fought until both had won and lost.

Gerald led his wife to the bedroom. Clothes spoiled the intimacy they both now craved. They flung them off. They briefly stood facing other without touching. Anticipation of things to come caused an erotic wave to course through their bodies.

Slowly, tenderly, they embraced and kissed again, enjoying the feel of each other's naked body. He stroked her back, slowly working his way to her beautiful bottom. He caressed it lovingly.

Gerald sat on the edge of the bed while Aiko remained standing. He put his hand on her hips and the brought his together by sliding across her belly. His mouth watered in anticipation.

He looked up and saw the lust in his wife's eyes. She put her arms around his head as if she intended to pull his face toward her body. He knew from experience that, once she was hot, her initial sexual shyness melted away.

Gerald's hands slowly stroked the outside and then the insides of her thighs. He loved the velvet feeling of her inner thighs. When he was near the top, he would lightly brush her femaleness. Occasionally he slipped a finger between her ass-cheeks to caress the divide between them. He was teasing her with promises of more to come.

"Oh, that feels so good," she sighed.

Gerald felt the heat of her impassioned body. Her erect nipples pressed against his chest. She felt his hardness against her own body.

Gerald knew what he wanted. He decided to pay attention to the twin mounds of her womanhood next. His mouth approached her sensitive tits while his manhood, which she was still holding, neared her female entrance. He knew she loved to have her tits sucked. So he sucked them, licked them, nuzzled them until he heard her sigh her pleasure. One of his hands explored her body, ran its way down her belly to her cleft. She was wet.

Aiko also knew what she wanted. She lovingly stroked his cock while his arms roamed up and down her back. The nearness of his penis, the one that had filled her womb with man muscle and semen, the one that given her so much pleasure over the years, and two children, was turning her again.

"I have to have you," he whispered in her ear.

She lay down on the bed and opened her legs. The invitation was obvious.

But he was not about to oblige her, at least not yet. He wanted her to beg for what she wanted.

"Not yet, hon," he murmured.

Instead he got down on his knees. His hand fell away erotic divide to be replaced by his mouth. He worked his tongue up and down her slit, licking and sucking all parts of her vulva. With each passing second she became wetter and wetter.

"Please now," she begged panting.

"Yes," he whispered hoarsely.

He gently pushed her toward the bed, then urged her to get on all fours. Doggie style was his favourite position. She loved it too because she could have his cock in her and have his hands massaging her sensitive tits.

Slowly, he slowly inserted his cock into lush, hot moistness until his cock was completely in her womb.

She sighed as his cock settled into her body.

"Woof, woof," she suddenly snickered and smirked.

Gerald laughed. "Ah come on, hon, you'll break my concentration."

"Yeah, right," she said, "as if a man can loses his concentration once he's in her better place."

At first he pumped into her slowly. His wife moaned and squirmed beneath him. Soon their thoughts focused only on their mutual pleasure. For them, it was lovemaking at its best.

"Oh God," Aiko squealed. She just loved the fullness of his cock deep inside her. "Mmm, oh, ah," she grunted.

"Not God, just Gerald," he replied dryly.

"Shuss, Gerald," she managed to grind out, "or you'll make me laugh and cause me to lose my train of thought."

"You're thinking at a time like this?" Gerald queried.

"Shush, you talk too much," as she took a backward swipe at him with her elbow. "You know what I mean."

Gerald continued his lovemaking, not saying anything more. He was letting his cock do the talking. He slowly pushed his cock up her womb as far as it would go. And just as slowly he withdrew until only the tip of his cock was lodged between her nether lips. Each time he went back he used his upper body to brush against her back. Whether going in or going out, he massaged her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples.

She sighed. "Oh, so good."

Once in a while, he let go of her sweet boobs to grab her around her hips. He drew her ass tighter against his body as if he was trying to penetrate her more deeply. His hands switched to her love nest, his arms wrapped around her curvaceous hips. He stroke her vulva at the same time as he was moving in and out of her.

As his hands switched back and forth from her crease to her twin mounds, he gradually increased his pace. After a few minutes, he heard his wife start mewling like a kitten, a sure sign that she was approaching her climax.

"Ah, ah, oh god, that feels so good," she purred. "I'm almost there, hon. Faster please, harder... oh-oh, ah!"

Gerald accelerated his pace. He pumped faster and faster. It wasn't easy. It was difficult to hold back, but he was not a selfish lover.

Finally, Gerald felt the tremors going through Aiko's body in synchronization with her passionate mewling. She was cumming.

"I'm there!" she squealed needlessly.

She shoved her ass against him as if to force engorged cock to go even deeper into her pussy.

Gerald couldn't hold back any more. He came. He felt the rush of semen travel up the interior of his cock and spill its contents into her womb.

"Oh! " he bellowed like a bull and spurted his sexual juices into his wife. "Honey, what you have between your legs is be the sweetest place on Earth," he grunted, breathing heavily. "When I'm inside you," he murmured, "I wish I could stay there forever."

"That was good," she moaned. "I love feeling that hard thing of yours inside me." She couldn't think of a better way to be full, filled and fulfilled.

Finished, they disengaged and held each other tightly. Their emotional and physical union had sated them, at least for now.

* * *

But Aiko had not forgotten Gerald's pensive look. Determined to get an answer, she asked her husband again what he had been thinking about. She was determined to find out what was going on his mind.

"I can't quite put my finger on it," he replied after a moment. "Something's missing. I don't know what."

"Try," she said. "If you're not happy, I can't be happy."

"And I want to make you to be happy too," Gerald said.

Several minutes of silence followed, each preoccupied with his or her own thoughts.

"You know, hon..." Gerald opened up and then stopped.

"What, Gerald."

"We have a pretty honest relationship, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, and?" she asked wondering at what appeared to be a change in the direction of the conversation.

"Well, a thought occurred to me, but I'm worried you might get angry with me if I express it."

"We've always been honest with each other," she pointed out. "If an issue needs to be resolved we talk about it. How else can we come to a compromise or solve a problem. Tell me. What's it all about?" she asked again."

"You won't get angry with me if I'm completely frank?" he asked. "But once I start expressing myself Aiko, you have to hear me out until I'm done. No interruptions, okay? I'm not even clear about what I'm thinking. I'm just trying to articulate a feeling and it might not come out sounding right."

"Okay."

"You trust me, right?"

"You know I do."

Gerald took a deep breath and began to explain. "As good as our sex is, I think we've hit a rut sexually. True, we've tried all kinds of things to spice up our sex lives, you know, cunnilingus, 69-position, missionary, doggie-style and a few others we've seen in various sex manuals. We enjoy erotic movies. I've even seen some hardcore porn."


A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 02



Author's Note:

My special thanks to The Soulful Bard for reviewing and improving my story.

All errors are strictly mine.

Please be patient. The first two chapters set the stage for the hot action that follows in subsequent chapters.

* * *

Aiko and Gerald resumed their usual life. Work and family issues prevented them from giving any further thought to how they might spice up their love life.

"We're back in our rut," Gerald remarked one day after a few weeks. "We need to get out of it, put our troubles aside, and have some fun."

"Yeah? What do you have in mind?"

"How about a dinner and a dance?"

"Gerald, that's a great idea!"

"I thought you'd like that idea. So I booked a reservation in the city at a new French restaurant called 'La Cuisine française.' "

"Which means?

"French cookery."

"And where do we go dancing?"

"Ah, that's where it gets a little, shall we say, different. The place I have in mind is not your usual dance place.

"Meaning?"

"There will probably be little real ballroom or Latin dancing."

"What are trying to say, hon."

"Aiko, I propose we go to a swingers' club called 'The Bat in the Box'."

Aiko burst out laughing. "You got to be kidding me!"

"What about," Gerald replied, "the name or the place."

"Both, Gerald," but she laughed again. "Well, you should have given me a little warning, you know."

"Love of my life, I knew you wouldn't object to dinner and dancing. You agreed immediately to the idea. But I do see your point about playing a little fast and loose with the dance locale."

He paused for a moment before continuing.

"The restaurant requires a reservation. As for the swingers' club, we don't have to go if you don't want to. We can go to a proper dance place not far from the restaurant."

Gerald saw the trepidation in her eyes. He also saw the spark of curiosity in them.

"Come on, Aiko," Gerald urged. "We aren't obliged to do anything. At worst, nothing happens. We watch and then we leave. At best, it may put us in the mood to rush home for some nookie. What's to complain about?"

After mulling over what Gerald said, Aiko replied, "Okay, Gerald, as long as I can call it off at any time."

"Agreed. Either one of us can call it off," he assured his wife.

The couple spent the rest of the week in both anticipation and apprehensiveness. Although they had read up on swingers' clubs, especially the "The Bat in the Box', they knew the reality could be something very different from what they imagined it to be. Their fears were somewhat alleviated because the club's website clearly stated that onsite sex was not allowed. The club's purpose, the website explained, was to enable open-minded couples to meet and make their own arrangements. It seemed safe enough.

* * *

Friday finally arrived.

"You've got that really cute black dress that goes only part-way down your thighs," he said. "You know, the one with the plunging neckline. I haven't seen you wear that one in a long time. I want people at the swingers' club to see how sexy you really are. I want them to know that I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

Although she was flattered by her husband's compliment, Aiko was reticent to go along with the idea of wearing that particular dress. She decided to try it on to make sure it fit. It did... barely.

She looked in the mirror. What she saw gave her the odd feeling of being almost naked even though it covered most of her more intimate feminine attributes. The dress emphasized the shapeliness of her ass, the curvature of her hips, and broadly hinted at her well-proportioned breasts.

The dress was also very revealing. Its shortness exposed most of her silky-smooth milky-white thighs. It was the kind of dress that limited a modest woman's mobility. If she stooped while standing or parted her legs even slightly while sitting, her panties would become easily visible. Moreover, the dress was sleeveless. It exposed her back. Its plunging neckline barely covered her breasts. She knew she would be a magnet that would attract men's eyes. All in all, it made her feel sexy and naughty, even a little slutty.

For shoes, Aiko chose an elegant black high-heeled pair. They emphasized the beauty of her well-toned dancer's legs.

"You are a smorgasbord of femaleness," Gerald observed admiringly.

"But I can't go like this to the restaurant," she objected. "It makes me feel and look almost naked. I don't want to be embarrassed by some guy leering at me in the restaurant, trying to undress me with his eyes."

Gerald guffawed. "Don't you know, honey. We men have x-ray vision. If you don't undress yourself, we'll undress you with our eyes."

"Stop it," she protested. You've making me feel even more self-conscious."

"I'm sorry, hon," he replied with a lecherous glint in his eyes. "I suggest you wear a skirt that falls below your knees. Nylons might be a good idea too."

"That's my plan," she said. "A long skirt, nylons, a bra and my black lace slipover for good measure. Otherwise, I won't feel comfortable."

"Honey, you look good in a sweat suit," he said laughing.

"You're both a liar and a flatterer," she said smiling.

He chuckled. "Even though you know it, it still works on you, doesn't it?"

She smiled and stuck out her tongue. She was a sucker for flattery but didn't really believe he was a liar.

* * *

That evening at the 'La Cuisine française', they enjoyed an excellent meal and a bottle of red French wine. Gerald ordered filet mignon as his main course while Aiko chose escargots à la bourguignonne. They made a point of asking the chef to go very easy on the garlic. It would not be nice to have bad breath when they were about to meet people at a party.

Gerald tried to ply Aiko with wine but she resisted. She knew his game.

'My man is such a little devil,' she thought. 'He's trying to make me tipsy so I'll be more relaxed and more pliable by the time we get to the club. But the truth is I'm curious about this club. I'm even a little excited to see what it's like.'

Later, as Gerald paid the bill, Aiko she said out loud, "Okay, big boy, let's see what's on offer at the club. But to feel a little safer, I think we should use pseudonyms. Okay?"

"Okay." Then making fun he said, "I'm not Gerald but I'm pleased to meet you. And you are?

"Manko," she said.

"Manko? Does that mean something?"

"Pussy."

A smile appeared on Gerald's lips. It grew and grew. He roared with laughter. But he always new that Aiko had a naughty streak.

"Maybe I should try something a little exotic too," Gerald declared. "Hmmm, when I was young, my parents sent me to my aunt in Germany for the summer to learn German. I learned a few choice words playing with my friends which I never repeated in front of my prudish aunt. I'll call myself Pimmel."

She looked at him slyly. "And what does that mean?"

"Cock."

Aiko smirked. 'Smart-ass,' she thought. Then she thought about the swingers' club again. 'I wonder how he'll react if some guy makes a pass at me or even gropes me. I guess I'll find out soon enough.'

On the way to the swingers' club, Aiko removed her outer skirt, nylons and slipover, tucking them into a bag she intended to leave behind in the car. It took some urging from Gerald before she finally took off her bra as well.

Gerald had difficulty concentrating on his driving as he watched his wife's mini striptease in the passenger seat. The black form-fitting dress was Aiko's sexiest. He kicked himself mentally for not trying to persuade her to wear it more often.

He kept glancing at his beautiful Asian wife. "You look so hot," he said leering at her. "I almost feel like taking you back home now."

Aiko noticed her husband's lustful look. "Down boy," she said, "You'll have your chances to poke me with your pecker."

"Yeah, like later tonight." Gerald laughed, then concentrated on his driving.

* * *

After they parked their car in a nearby parking lot, they stood watching the club's entrance for a few minutes.

Gerald took hold of Aiko's hand. "Let's do it," Gerald finally said.

The first thing they saw as they approached the door was a sign that read: Private Party, Bat in the Box Club.

"If one of us wants to leave, we both leave. No argument. Okay?" Gerald said to re-assure his wife yet.

"I know, dear," Aiko replied.

With that, they opened the door and walked in.

A lady just inside the door collected their entry fees. "I haven't seen you two before," she observed.

"First time," Gerald replied."

"Are you familiar with our rules?"

"Yes," he replied, "we saw them on your website."

"Well, go on in," she smiled. "Just relax and enjoy."

"Thanks," Gerald said. "At this point we just want to get a feel for things."

"I'm sure you will feel a few things," she said with a straight face.

The club's facility was spacious. Normally served as a banquet hall. The lights were low. Tables and chairs were distributed along the walls. The centre of the room was left clear, obviously to allow dancing.

Snacks were available at the bar. Alcohol bought offsite and drugs were strictly forbidden, but beer and wine were for sale at the bar. Violation of the club's rules meant expulsion. Repeat offenders were banned permanently.

Only a small number of people were present.

"Things don't really start hopping until after 10:00," their hostess informed them. "Oh, by the way," she added, "put on one of those wristbands you see in the box near the bar. Red means you're only looking, not participating. Yellow means touching and feeling is allowed, but you're not looking for sex. Green means you're looking for sex partners. As a couple, you're required to wear the same colour at all times."

"And if we change our minds?" Gerald asked.

"You can change wristbands at any time but you both still have to wear the same colour. It's a meeting place for swinging couples. It's either both of you or neither of you."

Gerald and Aiko nodded.

"Red?" Aiko asked tentatively.

"No, yellow," he said decisively. "If we were just going to watch, we could have stayed home and rented an erotic movie. We're here for more that. Wasn't that the point of coming here?" he questioned.

Aiko realized he had a point. They were here to get a taste of what the swinging lifestyle was like. Still, the scene made her nervous... and excited.

"Okay," she said softly. "And no means no."

"Yes, no means no."

They walked over to the bar where they bought two glasses of wine. They made themselves comfortable at one of the tables.

* * *

For a while nothing happened. But as the evening wore on, more couples trickled in, each couple choosing wristbands of one or the other colour. They came in all ages, shapes, sizes and colours. Many sat down but a few couples danced. Not surprisingly, the club played romantic or slow lounge-type music.

Another hour passed. The club became more crowded. The dance floor gradually filled up.

Aiko and Gerald continued to watch. Couples wearing red wristbands were left alone.

"Oh look, Gerald," Aiko whispered. "Over there to the left."

They saw an exchange of pleasantries between two couples. They wore wedding rings and green wristbands. After seeing the women nod in agreement, the two couples appeared to make a switch. The men slipped their hands under the women's blouses. It was obvious what they were doing.

"It's making me hot," Gerald whispered. "Let's go dance and do some groping ourselves!" With that he took Aiko's hand and led her to the dance floor.

Aiko almost went into a ballroom dance hold position but Gerald put a quick end to the gesture. He wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her tightly against his body. He nuzzled her neck.

"Gerald," she protested, "people are watching!"

"No kidding," he replied. "What do you expect when we're in a place like this. And," he added, "I've got the sexiest woman in the place in my arms."

Aiko put her arms around her man's neck and laid her head on his shoulder. "Flattery will get everywhere, hon." She relaxed. She put her lips to his ear. "I'm getting hot too," she confessed to enjoying the comfort and safety of her husband's embrace.

A mischievous thought struck Aiko. She pressed her pelvis against him, then squirmed in his arms for good measure.

Gerald pressed his pelvis against hers. He was getting a hard-on. "Aiko, you are such a luscious little tease."

They kissed passionately. A tremor of excitement coursed through Aiko's body as Gerald allowed his hands to travel slowly down his wife's back, while nuzzling and nipping her neck and ears. She loved his masculine aroma and the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her. Her pussy moistened. Briefly, they forgot with their surroundings.

Suddenly, Gerald felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked toward the source, a man who was wearing a green wristband. He was tall. His black hair was shot through with flashes of flashes of grey. He looked fairly healthy although he had a small paunch. Gerald estimated he was in his early 50s.

The woman with him appeared to be a natural blonde. She was voluptuous. Gerald couldn't be sure if it was due to age or genetics, maybe both.

The couple wore green wristbands.

"We couldn't help notice you because we've never seen you here before. My name is Stan, and this is my wife Linda."

The men shook hands.

She smiled and shook hands with Gerald. "Hi, pleased to meet you."

"Gerald gestured toward Aiko. "This is my wife Ai..., er, Manko. I'm Pimmel."

Aiko giggled and shook hands with each of them in turn.

"Those are unusual names," Stan observed.

"Indeed they are," Gerald smiled.

"You're really cute," Linda interjected directing her remark to Aiko.

"Yes" Gerald smirked, "she is my Manko," and pulled her against him.

"And Pimmel is my man. He belongs to me," Aiko added, putting both arms around his waist.

Not quite understanding what the exchange was about, Linda changed the subject. "Are you here for the first time?" she asked.

"Yes," Aiko responded, "we're curious to see what a swingers' club is like. In fact, it's our first time in any place like this."

"Well, I noticed you're wearing yellow wristbands. First-timers usually wear red," Linda said. "Although," she continued, "it is not uncommon to see a first-time couple exchange a red wristband for a yellow one later in the evening."

"We came here knowing what the club was about," Aiko replied. "At the same we didn't want to go all the way, so to speak, until we learned more. A yellow wristband seemed like a good compromise."

"Pimmel, do you mind if I cut in?" Stan asked, "provided of course your lady has no objection. Linda is attracted to you," he added. "She said so. Right, dear?"

"I did, Stan." She stepped to Gerald. "Let's dance, Pimmel."

With that they exchanged partners.

At first Gerald put a little space between them. Linda would have none of that, though. She stepped right into him, pressing her luscious body against his and draped her arms around his neck.

"Don't be shy," Linda said into his ear. "Body contact is allowed here."

Gerald's prick wasn't shy but it was having problems standing at attention.

"Excuse me, for a second," he said embarrassed.

He separated from Linda briefly, turned his back to her, stuck a hand in his pants, and deftly adjusted his cock. He hoped no one else noticed, turned around and then pulled her back into his arms.

"No problem," she giggled. "I can feel it better now too," she said. "You're very sexy. I could really go for a guy like you."

Meanwhile a similar scene took place between Stan and Aiko. Aiko felt Stan's arms wrap around her. Unsure of what to expect, she let him take the initiative. He nuzzled his nose under her ear and kissed her gently on the neck. Slowly but surely his hands moved down until they were stroking her ass-cheeks. A few strokes later, he cupped them forcing Aiko to press more tightly against his body. She felt his hard-on press against her belly.

Aiko found the situation to be both new and erotic. Her body responded. The butterflies in her stomach spoke to her nervousness; the hardening of her nipples and the moisture in her pussy spoke to her sexual excitement. Knowing that a stranger lusted after her, and feeling his hard cock press against her, made her feel attractive and sexy. At the same time, having been faithful to her husband for all the years of their marriage, she also felt a pang of guilt in allowing another man, a stranger, to take liberties with her body.

While Stan's hands roam up and down her back and bottom, Aiko began to wonder what it would be like if they were naked, bare skin against bare skin. She sighed. Her thoughts became even more lascivious as she wondered what it would feel like to have Stan's hard cock deep inside her.

Up to this point, Aiko had not resisted Stan's advances. Encouraged, Stan went a little further. With Aiko still in his embrace, his hands lifted the back of her short dress. He wanted to put his hands on her cute heart-shaped ass. He was mildly disappointed, but not surprised, that she was wore panties. He slipped his hands under the strap, allowing his hands to slip underneath and roam freely over the skin of her now exposed nether cheeks.

Gerald watched his wife. He saw the sparkle in her eyes that told him she was enjoying Stan's caresses and liked the way he explored her body. Gerald saw Aiko slowly overcoming her shyness. He knew her to be a very sensuous woman.

A thought flickered through Gerald's mind. 'Would she want to switch to a green wristband?' He would wait and see.

Stan and Linda wore green wristbands. They were not allowed to ask for a sexual encounter except from persons wearing a green wristband. If they wanted to talk about exchanging partners for sex with any other couple, they had to persuade the couple they were interested in to exchange their wristbands for green ones.

Once more Gerald glanced at Aiko. She was snuggling into Stan. She was responding to his caresses and squeezes with some of her own. Obviously they were enjoying each other. She put her head on his chest and teasingly pressed her pelvis against him. He could tell that Stan was sending a thrill through her body. She was getting into the spirit of the club.

While Gerald was watching, Aiko turned her head to look for him. As soon as she caught his eye, she smiled as if to say that everything was okay. Aiko remembered wondering how he would react if some other man were groping her. She got her answer. He nodded. Apparently, he didn't mind.

Gerald returned his attention to Linda.

"You can feel my tits if you like," Linda said.

She unbuttoned her blouse to allow him easier access. Her very large breasts flopped out. She wore no bra.

Gerald took one hand away from her ass and reached for a massive mammary. They were soft, almost gelatinous. Her nipples were large and fully erect. He suckled on one and then switched to the other. He had a momentary urge to bury his face between her enormous orbs.

"Ah, that feel's so good," Linda moaned. "Please don't stop."

Both Aiko and Stan saw what their spouses were doing.

"May I?" Stan asked reaching toward the buttons that kept her dress in place over breasts.

"Yes," she breathed.

He unbuttoned the buttons at the top of her very sexy, slinky dress. Her breasts peaked out. He was pleased to see, and feel, that she wore no bra. The firmness of her mammaries stood in sharp contrast to his wife's. It was like comparing pints to gallons, all good, only a difference in size.

"That feels so good," Aiko breathed again as Stan fondled her perfect peaks. She stood a little apart from him to allow him easier access. Her sensitive tits ached for attention.

"I want you, Manko," he said suddenly.




A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 02



"I know," she replied and then realized what he meant. He was asking for sex.

The haze of sensuousness filling Aiko's mind suddenly dissipated. "You're making me hot too, Stan, but Pimmel and I agreed to stick with the yellow wristbands. We won't change them unless we both agree. As turned on as I am, I'm not sure I want to go any further. It's our first time here."

"Ah, come on," he said in a complaining tone, "don't be so uptight."

It was a poor choice of words. Aiko had offered him a polite no. He had brushed it off.

"That's enough, Stan!" she exclaimed. Now she was clearly annoyed, the pleasure she was enjoying only a few moments ago completely evaporated. "I have to go the lady's room."

"Okay, Manko," Stan said realizing he had overplayed his hand.

'I'm wearing a yellow wristband for God's sake,' Aiko thought. 'Doesn't he know what yellow means?' Then she calmed down. 'I shouldn't be so harsh. This place is all about sex after all. And the truth is I liked what he was doing to me. It felt good. Obviously, he got worked up too. Still, yellow is yellow!'

Aloud she said, "I'm sorry, Stan. We're wearing yellow wristbands. You made feel good and sexy, but I'm not ready to go as far as you want me to go."

"Sorry," Stan said and walked away.

Aiko redid her buttons.

Gerald had noticed the altercation. Concerned for his wife he ended his fondling of Linda.

"What happened?" Gerald asked solicitously as they sat down.

"Nothing to really worry about. Stan just got a little pushy in his search for pussy. I got annoyed. So I stopped it."

"Okay, hon, but I had the impression he was turning you on."

Aiko blushed. "Yeah, he turned me on alright but then he turned me off when he wanted to go beyond what you and I had agreed to."

Gerald held her hand for several minutes until he felt her relax again.

"Are you okay now?" Gerald asked.

Aiko smiled. "Yeah, I'm okay now."

"Good. Satisfy my curiosity," he said obviously changing the subject. "Tell me what you were feeling and thinking until he screwed it up." Gerald said. "I'd like to know. Be truthful. Remember rule 2."

"Okay," she croaked. "As I said, he turned me on. I liked the way his hands explored my body. It excited me, a lot. Satisfied?"

"What excited you?" he inquired. The skilfulness of his hands or the idea that a stranger was exploring your body?"

"A bit of both," Aiko replied.

"Did you get wet?" he asked even though he knew the answer.

She turned her face away and blushed. Aiko had a strong sense of modesty. "Yeah, but you already know that, don't you."

"Yes, I know that but I wanted you to say it," he said. "And what else were you thinking?" he probed "The truth, Aiko. I want the truth."

She hesitated, looked worriedly at her husband.

"Say it," he commanded.

"I didn't really want him to stop, or rather my body wanted him to continue. My mind was stuck on the rules. Stan's mistake was to push me too hard, too soon. I don't know how much further I would have gone, if he hadn't been so pushy."

Aiko felt her mouth go dry at her confession.

Gerald smiled. "Look at it this way, Aiko. He proved what I've been saying all along. You are a very sexy, irresistible woman. I could tell from the look in Stan's eyes, he really wanted to get into you. And I don't mean that figuratively."

Gerald's corny joke broke the tension.

Aiko slapped his shoulder. "Oh you, your jokes are awful but they're appropriate." Her husband had a knack for saying the right thing at the right time. She was her vivacious self again.

"In any case, I've had enough for one night," she declared.

"Let's call it an evening," Gerald suggested. "We stuck our toes in the swingers' water to test the temperature. I think we should cool off and think about it some more before deciding whether or not we want to jump in. Okay?"

"Okay," she agreed.

"In fact," he smirked, "let's go home and cool off with some hot sex."

She smiled. "Oh yeah, I like that idea. I can't wait."

They re-arranged their clothes and left.

* * *

Once they got home, Gerald wrapped his arms around his cute little wife. His arms slid slowly down her back until he was able to grab her bottom, just as Stan had. Then he removed one of his hands to undo the buttons on the front of her dress, exposing her breasts. He fondled them, and kissed them, and suckled on them.

"I saw Stan doing this you. I saw the pleasure in your face. I saw you put your head on his chest and press your belly against him," Gerald whispered.

"Yes," his wife hissed.

"You said your body wanted you to go further. How much further?" He asked.

"I wondered what it would be like to have his cock inside me," she said quietly.

The memory of Stan's intimate groping was lighting her fire again. She could feel Gerald's hard-on press against her. Apparently her confession turned him on too.

"Close your eyes. Pretend I'm Stan," he said hoarsely. "Pretend we're back at the club doing what you two were doing on the dance floor. Pretend we're wearing green wristbands. Pretend we agreed to switch spouses."

Aiko closed her eyes. "Yes," she hissed.

Gerald slipped off the dress' straps from her shoulders and kissed her soft, smooth shoulders. His lips trailed up her neck to beneath her ears. He knew it really turned her on to be nibbled around the ears.

Slowly he lowered her sexy black dress so that her perfect orbs became exposed to his lustful eyes, his wandering hands and his sensually probing lips.

After a few minutes, Gerald slipped his fingers underneath her dress. Then he slid his arms down her back, taking the dress with them. Once, it passed her hips it dropped to the floor, pooling around her feet.

Next he slipped his hands into her panties. He moved them, one to each hip, until the waistband were on his wrists. He pulled his hands down, taking the panties off her hips. The panties dropped to her feet. Now totally nude, she stepped out of them.

Gerald picked up her clothes and tossed them on a nearby chair. "Keep your eyes closed," he said as he quickly removed his own clothes.

He took his wife into his embrace, naked body against naked body. "Pretend we're on the dance floor in the club," he croaked, his excitement growing along with his cock.

"Oh yes," Aiko sighed as a tremor of desire stirred through her body. "And you pretend I'm Linda," she whispered back.

Gerald hands travelled up and down her back several times. After a while, he massaged her ass cheeks. He let a finger travel between the divide that separated her ass cheeks, brushing against her anus and fingering her perineum.

"Manko," he said, pretending he was Stan. "Your husband doesn't seem to object to what I'm doing. Do you want to stop?"

"No," she replied.

"No what?" he asked.

"No, I don't want you to stop," she told the imaginary Stan. "Hold me. Kiss me. Let me feel your naked body against mine."

"What else do you want?"

"I want to feel your hard manhood pressing against my body." She paused. "No, I want more. Take me. I want to feel you deep in my body." It came out as a moan with the emphasis on the word 'in'. She grabbed the imaginary Stan's stiff staff with her hot little hand. "I'm so hot. Please put it in me, Stan. Fill me my womb with your semen. Please! Now!"

Gerald wasted no time. He lifted up his petite wife and impaled on her on his lustful spear, stumbled over to the bed, laid her down, and began to pump vigorously into her.

"More, more!" Aiko bellowed as she spread he legs wider. "Take me. Fuck me, Stan. Oh, oh, oh," she mewled.

Gerald increased his pace. His cock seemed to harden even more. He felt the spasms in his cock that told him of his impending release.

"Now! Oh god, now!" she screamed. "Give it to me, Stan. Harder. Fuck the living daylights out of me!"

The imaginary Stan did just that. His cock burst, spurting his cum deep inside her. She felt him flood her insides as she burst into her own massive orgasm.

Both flopped back on the bed, feeling both breathless and sated.

"Wow," he summarized.

After a few minutes, Aiko stirred. She looked worried. "Now I feel a bad about my Stan fantasy," she said. "I hope you're not angry with me."

"How can I be? I not only gave you permission, sweetheart, I was the one who suggested it. So don't worry about."

"Did you imagine me as Linda?" Aiko asked.

"To be honest, no," Gerald replied. "Your body types are too different for me to be able to substitute her in my imagination for you."

That night, they had more sex. It was one of the hottest nights they had enjoyed in a very long time. Afterwards, they talked about their evening at the swingers' club. It was an interesting and exciting experience, they agreed, but they were nowhere near ready to wear green wristbands in a room full of strangers.

"Maybe we should take a different approach," Gerald suggested, "contact couples interested in swinging through the internet and get to know them first."

"That's not a half-bad idea," she answered.

* * *

When Saturday came, Aiko and Gerald did their usual weekend chores of cleaning house, cutting the lawn, tending to the gardens and, of course, shopping for food and household goods.

"Do you remember your suggestion about contacting swinging couples through the Internet?"

Gerald looked at his wife. "Yes."

"I answered some."

"You did?"

"Remember, it was your idea," she said somewhat defensive, "I figured there was no harm in it. Don't worry," she hastened to add. "I set up a new email address just for this purpose. It tells them nothing about us. I didn't do or promise anything I can't back out of. I revealed no details about us. I made no promises except to talk to you first."

"And..."

"I narrowed down the field to two couples. One couple has already sent us a picture. They seemed very nice and unconcerned that I didn't want to send a picture until I talked to you."

"Oh yeah? Can I see the picture?"

Aiko disengaged from the cuddling. She turned on the computer and put the image on screen. 

"Not bad looking, but they're dressed," Gerald noted.

Aiko poked his shoulder. "Of course they are, stupid. These pictures won't compromise them if things don't work out or if someone else happens to see them by accident."

Gerald laughed. "Smart move on their part. I take it you like the looks of the guy. Otherwise, you wouldn't have bothered to show me the picture. The questions are: Is this picture a recent one? Do they look like that in real life now or is it a picture that was taken a few years ago or is it recent? Keep that in mind. Oh, and did you get a picture of the other couple?"

"No," she replied, "they wanted us to send a picture first."

"I don't have a problem with that," Gerald said, "but no nude pictures please."

"We don't have any nude pictures!" she cried.

"I know," he said chuckling. "I'm just playing with you. Go ahead, dear. Contact them. I trust your judgment."

Aiko returned to the computer. She sent off pictures to both couples and asked, separately of course, if they would like to meet at a mutually agreed neutral location.

* * *

The following morning, an email was already waiting in the inbox. It came from the couple that had already sent a picture. This couple suggested meeting on the following Sunday. Aiko checked with Gerald. He was in agreement.

In her earlier correspondence with them, this couple had identified themselves to Aiko as Jim and Donna. She said they lived in a nearby town but gave little information other than a rough distance and direction. Aiko was equally cautious. Nevertheless, they agreed to meet in a restaurant that was roughly halfway between their vaguely indicated locations. She assumed that the couple's first names were fictional. She had taken similar precautions. They assumed the Manko and Pummel personas.

Aiko and Gerald arrived at the restaurant a few minutes early. They took seats in the corner opposite the doorway so that they could watch out for them.

At 1:00, there was no Jim and Donna, not at 1:15 and still not at 1:30.

"I think we've been stood up," Gerald finally said. "Let's order some food and then go home."

He had just completed his sentence when Aiko elbowed him in the ribs. She nodded toward they door. They had finally arrived.

As they approached, Aiko and Gerald immediately sensed tension between them. Donna had a scowl on her face. Aiko and Gerald glanced at each other. Both thought and knew what the other was thinking. This was not good.

Jim introduced himself and his wife. They sat down. All four ordered their meals.

For a while, they exchanged pleasantries, talking mainly about their families and interests. But it soon became apparent to Aiko and Gerald that Jim was doing most of the talking. His wife was obviously sulking. Jim also came across as a poor listener. He talked mostly about himself. He made little effort to involve his wife in the conversation.

Aiko gave her husband a quick, very small shake of her head that meant 'no.' Aiko could not see herself even flirting with such a man. Gerald nodded his understanding and his agreement.

"Well, what do you say?" This came from Jim just as they finished their meal-ending coffee. He seemed to think that swinging was a done deal.

"We can't say yet, Jim." Gerald replied. "Manko and I have to talk about it first."

"That was very diplomatic of you," Aiko said as they were returning home. "You were polite, brief, and business-like. If Jim has any brains, he should have got the hint that we're not really interested"

"His wife is unwilling," Gerald said succinctly. "An unwilling wife is not a fun wife. The same would be true if their roles were reversed. They weren't even good company."

"No, they weren't," Aiko agreed. "I got the impression Jim was forcing her into something she didn't really want to do. I can understand her attitude. I feel sorry for her. She has such a selfish husband. They aren't our type. I'll send them an email saying we don't feel we are compatible enough. Maybe we'll have better luck with the second couple."

When Aiko and Gerald returned home, they checked to see if the other couple had replied. Nothing. In fact, days turned into weeks with no reply.

"I guess the second couple changed their minds," Aiko surmised after checking her email yet again. "They should have contacted us by now."

"Maybe something came up," Gerald suggested. "Or maybe someone was just pretending to be a couple and got their jollies off by stringing us along. Do you want to try again?"

"I don't know, Gerald. I weeded out a lot of responses and ended up with only two as potentially compatible. The effort wasn't worth the result. Maybe we should just forget it for now." Aiko was discouraged.

"I understand, dear."

Weeks stretched into months. The disappointed couple made no further efforts to explore the swinging lifestyle. In any case, more serious problems took their attention. Aiko grew increasingly concerned by her missed periods. After a series of tests, her gynaecologist concluded that she was well into early menopause. The good news was that the doctor didn't find any other underlying health concerns to worry about.

Aiko returned home and told Gerald about her doctor's diagnosis.

"Try not to worry about it. Aiko. It's not going to make any difference to me. I love you, sweetheart. I always have and always will."

She felt comforted and held him tightly. "Thank you, my love," she said snuggling up to him.

Coming next in Chapter 3 The Heat in French Polynesia: Aiko gets an unexpected hot surprise.



A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 03



Chapter 3 Heat in French Polynesia

Author's Note:

My special thanks to The Soulful Bard for reviewing and improving my story.

All errors are strictly mine.

* * *

One day, after Aiko came home from the library, Aiko told Gerald she overheard some clients talking about their plans for a South Pacific cruise.

"Hawaii, Bora Bora, Tahiti, you know, places in a relatively remote part of the world. It sounds like it would be a really good vacation, especially in the middle of winter," Aiko sighed wistfully.

Gerald understood what she was hinting at, a South Pacific cruise. She wasn't very subtle about it. But he liked the idea and let her continue.

"I even checked out the possibilities on the Internet," she continued. "We can fly to San Diego, get on a cruise ship, see exotic places, enjoy the sun, swim on tropical beaches, in short, relax for an entire month. No cooking, no house cleaning, no rushing around at work, no responsibilities. What do you think, Gerald?"

Gerald could tell she thought she made a really solid case.

"Oh, I don't know," he teased sounding doubtful. "What so interesting about vast amounts of water broken up only by a few green islands with tiny beaches? No friends, no family, no TV, no shopping." He emphasized the last two words. "It sounds pretty boring to me."

"Oh you." she said. Gerald's smile told her he was being difficult for the fun of it.

"I think it's a brilliant idea," he assured his wife. "Why not? The kids are in university and are old enough to care of themselves. We've got unused vacation time and we're not poor. Let's do it. It'll be fun."

* * *

Two months later, they were on the high seas on their way to Hawaii. For five sea days the happy couple enjoyed the ships restaurants, took part in various onboard activities, watched the evening shows, danced to live music in the lounges and met new and interesting people, many of them couples in their own age group but some singles too.

In Hawaii, they took the ship's excursions in Hilo, Kona and Lahaina but decided to explore Honolulu on their own since the ship was staying overnight.

Having had little experience about cruising and excursions, the happy couple made a point of paying close attention to what the more experienced passengers had to say.

On their last Hawaiian stopover, they met an older gentleman, Bob.

"I worked for a tourist company specializing in Hawaii and the South Pacific," Bob explained. "So I got to travel to many of the islands including all the large Hawaiian Islands and quite a few in French Polynesia too."

"Could you give us some advice about excursions in French Polynesian?" Aiko asked.

"Sure," he said. "For starters, the islands are generally safe. Although French is the official language, many people speak English too. So I'd recommend you go out on your own. It's usually much cheaper than taking the ship's excursions. On the other hand, if we were docking in a very poor country with a high crime rate, it's better to take the ship's excursions because they make special security arrangements with the local government agencies."

"Any downside?" Gerald asked.

"Well, generally speaking," Bob explained, "there is one big advantage in buying the ship's excursions; the ship takes responsibility for making sure you get back to the ship. If you're out on your own and you miss the ship, you have to make your own way at your own expense to the ship's next port of call."

"Oh, okay," Gerald said.

"Have you made plans for French Polynesia?" Bob asked.

"No, not yet," Aiko replied. "We weren't sure what excursions to take."

"Well, don't," he said. "If you don't mind my company, I'd be happy to act as your guide."

By the time the ship had reached the first French Polynesian island, the three of them had become friends. Bob took them on shore excursions on every Polynesian island they visited.

One included a circumnavigation of Bora Bora, with a two-hour stopover on an island beach and a visit to a lagoonarium. In Raiatea, they toured a vanilla plantation, a pearl oyster farm and, of course, another beach. In Papeete, they rented a car to see Tahiti's sites. In Moorea, they took a local tour bus to the island's highest peak. It offered a spectacular view of both Cook's Bay and Opunohu Bay, where the ship was anchored. It looked like a toy. The cruise through French Polynesia ended with visits to Ringaroa and Nuku Hiva.

* * *

Once they had become acquainted, Aiko, Gerald and Bob often saw each other at the breakfast buffet. Aiko usually woke earlier than Gerald. She wanted to do her early morning exercises in the ship's gym. Gerald wasn't interested. He preferred swimming later in the morning in one of the ship's pools. So it wasn't unusual for Gerald to see Aiko and Bob already chatting over breakfast before he joined them.

Bob was a great conversationalist and storyteller. He was one of the very few single men onboard ship. He was also a social butterfly. Gerald noticed that he preferred to socialize with women. It didn't matter to him if they were paying guests or crew members.

One morning, while the three of them were having breakfast, Bob greeted a woman Gerald had seen only fleetingly onboard. They were obviously acquainted.

"Her husband's not the jealous type," Bob remarked. "She does her thing; he does his. He doesn't mind if I talk to her."

Gerald thought it was an interesting observation for a man to make about another man. 'Aiko and I do our own thing, too," Gerald thought. "So I guess that means I'm not the jealous type either.'

Gerald took note of other little titbits in Bob's conversations. One morning, Aiko slept in but Gerald got up early. Sure enough, Bob was already having his early morning coffee. Gerald joined him.

After the usual pleasantries, the conversation somehow turned to the subject of women. What caught Gerald's attention was Bob's remark that he liked Asian women. Gerald, curious to see how Bob interacted with Aiko, decided to delay his next appearance for breakfast.

On the following day, Aiko was back to her onboard routine. Sure enough, she was having breakfast with Bob. This time, Gerald decided stay back for a few minutes to watch them. He paid particular attention to Bob's body language.

'Mmm, I think he's got the hots for my wife,' Gerald thought, 'but I think my wife is talking about something that interests her and hasn't noticed he's taking quick peeks at her various body parts.'

That evening, back in the stateroom, Gerald told his wife what he observed.

"Gerald! What a thing to say about Bob," she protested indignantly. "He's been a perfect gentleman. He's made no pass at me at all."

"Don't get me wrong, hon," Gerald explained. "I think Bob is a decent guy. He respects our relationship and so makes no attempt to hit on you. He genuinely enjoys the company of women. I like him," he concluded.

"So what makes you think it's anything more than that?" Aiko asked.

"Bob is a guy, who confessed to liking Asian women. And you are one very sexy Asian woman. So far as I can tell he's a normal guy. I think his interest in you is greater than he let's on. He hides it well. I'm a guy, Aiko," he continued. "I can tell when a guy takes a sexual interest in a woman, especially if she happens to be my wife."

"Really, Gerald, you're making me blush!"

"Well, you're one hot little vixen, you know," he replied leering at her and patting her ass.

Aiko was embarrassed and flattered at the same time. 'Guys!' she thought. 'They've always got sex on their minds. Surely, Gerald is just seeing things that aren't really there. Bob is just a friendly guy. He hasn't done anything improper.'

Aiko's own thoughts concerning Bob had been entirely innocent up to now. She had assumed his thoughts were just as innocent. What Gerald told her about Bob caused her to think differently about him. She was now on the alert for signs of Bob's sexual interest in her. She also began to think about Bob as a man, an attractive, if older, man.

On the next morning, Aiko and Bob were once again sharing the breakfast table. This time, she paid closer attention to his eyes. Then she saw it, that quick flick of the eye, a mere split second, that told her he was trying to peer down the valley between her twin peaked mounds.

'Damn! Gerald may be on to something,' she thought. 'Do I dare... Yes, I'll go to the washroom and then take a really quick look back,' she thought impishly.

"Excuse me for a minute, Bob" she said out loud. "I have to use the lady's room."

As she sashayed toward the washroom, she quickly turned her head around. Sure enough, he was ogling her behind. He lowered his gaze immediately. But it was already too late; she caught him.

After a few minutes, Aiko returned to the table, all the while pretending she hadn't noticed his more than friendly admiration of her female attributes.

Aiko wasn't the least put off by his sexual interest. She was secretly flattered by it, even thrilled. It made her feel good to be admired by men despite being in her 40s.

'He really is a handsome man,' she thought sneaking in a few looks of her own.

At that precise moment, Gerald joined them for breakfast. Her nascent erotic train of thought burst like a bubble.

Later, when Aiko and Gerald were alone, Aiko told him what happened.

"I told you so," he said needlessly. "You little teaser. Were you flattered by his ogling?" he asked. "Because you're giving me the distinct impression that you were."

She blushed. She had to remind herself that her husband had an unusually acute sense of observation. She didn't contradict him.

Gerald found himself immersed in his own thoughts. 'I wonder....' he thought.

* * *

On the last day before the ship's return to San Diego, the three of them were having breakfast together for the last time.

"All good things have to come to an end," Gerald said. "Then it's back to the grind. We were really lucky to meet you, Bob. Your knowledge of the South Pacific and your companionship made our cruise exceptionally enjoyable."

"No problem," Bob replied. "I enjoyed your company too. You're a great couple. I've never seen a couple as loving and as comfortable with each other as you two."

"That's very sweet of you," Aiko said.

"Aiko and I have booked a meal for three at the specialty restaurant tonight. We had you in mind as the third person. Will you join us?" Gerald asked.

"I'd be delighted," Bob said in his usually charming way. "But I don't wish to intrude on you two lovebirds on the last full day of your first ever cruise vacation."

"Please join us, Bob," Aiko pleaded. "It's the very least we could do for taking so much of your time on the excursions."

Bob acquiesced.

That evening they enjoyed an excellent meal and shared a bottle of red wine. The restaurant was almost empty. Most passengers were no doubt doing their last-minute packing. Aiko, Gerald and Bob had completed their main packing in the afternoon.

An hour and a half later, after coffee and schnapps, the meal was done.

"There's nothing else us to do. Let's get another bottle of wine and enjoy the rest of the evening in our stateroom," Gerald suggested.

Aiko looked at him questioningly but saw no pressing reason to object. Gerald was right. There was nothing interesting happening onboard ship. One way or another, guests and crew were busy preparing for the next day's early morning disembarkation.

Back in their stateroom, Gerald opened the bottle of wine and poured out three glasses.

"May we have more vacations like this one!" Gerald proclaimed.

"Cheers!" replied both Aiko and Bob.

Aiko and Gerald were already feeling the effects of the drinks they had at dinner. Unused to drinking alcoholic beverages, it didn't take much for them to become a little tipsy. The second bottle of wine made them even tipsier. The normally reticent Gerald became talkative, almost garrulous. In contrast, Aiko became quieter, more subdued.

The couple shared one weakness in common; at a certain point booze lowered their inhibitions. Early in their marriage, Gerald had discovered that a couple of glasses of red wine seemed to make Aiko more sexually receptive.

Gerald watched his wife closely. A half-hour later, he saw the signs; her inhibitions were dropping away. So were his.

Completely catching Aiko and Bob off-guard, Gerald slid his hand underneath his wife's blouse. A second later, he was massaging her breast.

"Gerald, what are doing?" she cried, stunned more by the suddenness of his action than by what he was actually doing.

Of course, her question was rhetorical. Her wine-addled brain seemed to undercut her ability to formulate her protest. To make matters worse, she liked the feel of his hand on her breast. Her body yearned for more of his touch. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the spark of a thought told her to stop. But the spark was soon extinguished and the thought remained unarticulated.

Gerald turned to his guest. "Are you attracted to my wife, Bob?" he blurted out.

'Oh my god,' Aiko thought confused and paralysed by the sudden tyurn of events. 'What's he doing? Where is this leading to?'

Aiko put her hand to her mouth. She still had enough presence of mind to be both embarrassed and confused. Her modesty made her fearful of what Bob might say but the effects of the wine, and her innate sensuality conspired against her. She wanted to hear the very words that might offend her modesty.

'I shouldn't know what I'd like to hear,' she mused giggling at her own contradictory thought.

"Oh-oh," Bob said as he watched the movement of Gerald's hand underneath Aiko's blouse, "I think somebody's had a bit too much to drink."

"That's not an answer, Bob," Gerald countered slightly slurring his words. "Don't be evasive."

Bob stared at Aiko, then glanced away. His gaze spoke volumes. Aiko saw his lust openly displayed in his eyes. Much to her own surprise, this knowledge caused her own loins to stir.

"You didn't answer my question, Bob," Gerald reminded him.

"Of course I am. She is a very beautiful and exciting woman," he finally answered.

"Do you find Bob attractive," Gerald questioned his wife.

Aiko blushed. "I would never cheat on you," she said evasively. She wanted to say yes.

"You didn't answer my question, hon."

"Yes," she finally murmured.

"I know," Gerald said, "I see it in your eyes." He changed the subject with a question. "What's the definition of cheating, Aiko"?

Bob didn't expect that question either. He was curious to see how Aiko answered it.

"In marriage, cheating is the act of deceiving one's spouse with the aim of having sex with someone outside their marriage."

Gerald continued. "So if there is consent, there's no deceit or deception. Isn't that right," Gerald asked. But he didn't wait for an answer. "Therefore, if a married person has the permission of his or her spouse to have sex with someone outside the marriage, it's not cheating. Right?"

"Y-yes, I guess so," she said hesitantly.

"So here's the situation. Bob is definitely attracted to you. You are attracted to Bob. Ergo, there is mutual attraction. Isn't that true? Be honest now."

"Yes," she said quietly, "I do find him attractive. Although he's older than we are, he's still fit, handsome, charming and very nice company."

Gerald took the plunge. "So if I, as your husband, consented to allow you, my wife, to have sex with Bob, it means you're not cheating. Right?"

"I-I guess so," Aiko stammered.

'Oh my god,' Aiko thought even more confused and startled by the situation. 'What does he think he's doing? Is he setting me up? Manoeuvring me into accepting another man's embrace? Is he inviting me to have sex with Bob? Or is he inviting Bob to have sex with me? Both?'

Her thoughts seemed to fly all over the place. She had never known her mind could be so tumultuous. She knew she was in a really weird situation. Her aroused libido played havoc with her usual persona as a reasoning, logical intellectual. Her brain pulled her in one direction, telling her what she just heard couldn't and shouldn't be happening. Her body, her sexual being, pulled her in the opposite direction.

Aiko was acutely aware that she was alone in a small room with two very horny men, her husband and a man they had only met recently. Aiko felt her arousal turn into lust.

"This is so weird. I feel so strange," Aiko said out loud.

Her hands felt sweaty. Her mouth was dry. She glanced at her husband trying to see if she missed some hidden meaning in his words. She looked at Bob, and saw his usual friendly demeanour replaced with an openly lustful leer.

Gerald saw the hesitation in his wife's face. He knew an internal conflict was raging inside his wife's mind between her everyday modesty on the one hand, and her awakened sexual desire on the other. While she was normally shy in the presence of other men, she wasn't the least bit shy in her sex life with Gerald. In fact, she could be very lusty. Gerald realized he could end the whole thing, right now, by appealing to her sense of modesty, or he could encourage her lustful nature to take its course.

Gerald made up his mind. "Relax, hon," he said softly. "I know a part of you says no, and another part says yes. We both love sex, hon; it's our nature. It's what we are. I want you to be at peace with your true sexual nature. You're a very sexual person. For this one evening, I want you to abandon all social restraint. I want you to immerse yourself completely into the pleasures of the flesh."

"Do you know what you're saying, Gerald? Are you sure?" she asked excitedly, breathlessly. "The two of us have a good thing going just between the two of us. I don't want to risk losing you and everything we've built together."

"We won't lose a thing," Gerald replied. "I promise. We've talked about swinging; now you've a chance to actually try it."

"And what are you going to do if Bob and I, you know...." She couldn't say the words.

Bob followed the exchange with enormous interest. While they were talking, he moved to sit next to Aiko.

"Fuck," said Gerald completing the sentence. "We'll cross that bridge when we get there, hon."

Aiko's face was flushed with wine and sexual anticipation. In different ways these two men were trying to seduce her, Bob in the typical manner of a horny guy, and her husband in the atypical manner of creating an erotic situation that allowed another man to seduce her.

Aiko felt Bob's arm on her shoulder. She turned to look at him. Since the day she and Gerald started dating, she had never allowed another man to kiss or touch her in a sexual way. This was about to change.

Bob took Aiko's cheeks in both hands and brought her face close to his. He kissed her gently. She didn't respond at first but then gave him, a concession, a small kiss in return. Bob kissed her again, this time more firmly. She responded with a matching kiss.

Now encouraged, Bob took more liberties with his kisses. Holding the nape of her neck, he drew her mouth to his. His kisses became more urgent, more passionate. His tongue entered her mouth. Aiko responded in kind, hesitantly than willingly.

Aiko felt another, more powerful wave of lust surge through her. It triggered a flood of female juices between her legs. Her breathing quickened. Her body yearned for more intimate contact.

Bob broke the kiss. His hands descended down Aiko's neck. They encountered an obstacle, Aiko's blouse. Bob unbuttoned the top button, then the next one, working his way down the front of the blouse until they were all undone.

Gerald remained silent as he watched Bob undress his wife. He was awe-struck by what he had instigated. To see his wife's seduction in real life was even more erotic than anything in his wildest fantasies. Gerald's cock was iron-hard. He had no doubt that Bob was in the same rigid state.




A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 03



In the back of his mind, Gerald still half-expected Aiko to stop Bob before he got any further. He even thought she might be testing him to see how far he'd let Bob go before he stopped him. Little did he know that Aiko had the same thought. She thought Gerald was testing her to see how far she'd go before she stopped Bob.

Bob had no such thoughts. He knew exactly what he wanted, to take advantage of this unusual and unexpected turn of events. He continued kissing and fondling Aiko, arousing her even more.

As Aiko became more and more excited, her mouth turned dryer. Butterflies flew in her stomach. She glanced to her husband to gage his reaction. His eyes were wide, glued to the scene in front of him. He only nodded.

Bob removed the blouse and tossed it aside. For the first time in her married life, she was exposing herself to another man.

Bob nuzzled her neck, rubbed her bare belly and briefly let his fingers slip beneath the strap of her panties. "You're so soft. Your skin is so smooth, so perfect," he whispered. "I've got to see more."

Bob unsnapped her bra. It fell away. He tossed it on top of the discarded blouse. He gazed at her beautiful twin mounds. His hands approach her breast, fondled them. Her nipples were already erect. He licked his lips. He had a sudden urge to nurse at her breasts. He brought his mouth to a nipple, twirling his tongue around them, licking them and sucking on them. He did the same to her other breast.

For several minutes, Bob switched back and forth between her tits, using mouth and tongue, hands and fingers, to stimulate them. Aiko's nipples seemed to harden even more. They almost felt like little stones. To Bob, her luscious breasts were gourmet delights that had to be tasted and savoured to be enjoyed and appreciated.

One of Bob's hands wandered down her belly, only to encounter her lower garments.

"Please remove the skirt," he said breathing heavily.

Aiko slipped the skirt off, putting it on the same pile as the other discarded garments. She now wore only panties.

Bob's eyes shone with his unrestrained lust. He was open-mouthed with wonder at her luscious sexual beauty. She squirmed underneath his lewd gaze, and yet it thrilled her too.

With Aiko almost nude, Bob finally took off his t-shirt. He reached for Aiko again. He couldn't keep his hands off her. Again, he explored the contours of her body. One hand slipped into the panties making its way to her erotic centre. He probed. He slipped a finger into her, but not before gently brushing against her clitoris. He probed some more.

Aiko gasped in pleasure. Suddenly, she felt oddly weak. Something in her broke; the remnants of resistance vanished. At this moment, right now, she belonged to Bob. She wanted him to take her, use her, fill her, make her reach that ultimate peak of pleasure her body now craved.

"Take off the panties," he demanded.

She removed them without hesitation. It was her last piece of clothing. The thought of exposing her most intimate parts to Bob thrilled her, excited her.

"Open your legs," ordered Bob.

Aiko obeyed, knowing it was an open invitation to Bob to take her in whatever way he wanted. Her submission to his lust was complete. There was no doubting her sexual excitement. Her vaginal juices oozed from her female opening even as Bob approached.

"So beautiful," he gasped almost breathlessly. He made no attempt to hide his urgent desire.

Bob's fingers brushed through Aiko's public hair. They wandered along the outer folds of her vulva, then between the outer and inner labia. He inserted a finger, then another, into her moist entrance, gently massaging her clitoris from the inside of the womb. He pulled out his fingers, put them to his nose and then into his mouth. He licked his fingers clean.

"Truly a gourmet's delight," he said, "it smells good and it tastes even better. I'm hungry for you, Aiko. I want to eat you. Please lie down," he added.

With his fantasy of having sex with this gorgeous woman about to become reality, Bob seemed to pause.

Gerald could tell he was telling himself to slow down, to stay in control. Clearly, Bob wanted to relish every second of his seduction of this beautiful, naked Japanese doll.

Bob glanced at Gerald again as if worried that he might suddenly get jealous and stop him from realizing his fantasy, or that Gerald was just using him to get her worked up, only to interrupt him, take his place, and send him back to his stateroom unsatisfied.

Mentally, Bob shrugged his shoulders. He was old enough to remember Sandra Dee. She had a hit song entitled 'Que sera, que sera.' What will be, will. For now, at least he had every intention of continuing.

Bob's mouth watered. "Lift your butt for a second," he said. As Aiko lifted her butt, Bob placed a pillow under her gorgeous ass. "This will give me a full view of the valley between your legs."

Not only did he get an even better view, he also got easier access to all her intimate feminine parts.

Bob dropped onto his knees. His hands stroked her silky-soft inner thighs. Her skin felt like the softest velvet. His hands travelled slowly but inexorably, along a path that led to her humid hole. He noticed she kept her bush trimmed.

Again, he stroked around her outer and inner labia and clitoris, repeating until he heard Aiko sigh her pleasure. The more he stroked, the more she sighed. Her legs gradually opened of their own accord, granting him easier access to his target. More moisture oozed from her opening. The scent became stronger.

"Open your legs a little wider," he said.

As Aiko acquiesced, Bob turned his attention once more to her love organ. He approached them, not with his fingers, but with his mouth and lips. The closer Bob got to her pussy, the more excited and the more impatient he became. He started to lick each and every part of her pussy. The taste of this woman's now freely flowing erotic juices was exquisite. He knew his ministration was having the desired affect on her because her body and legs twitched at his oral and lingual touch.

Aiko moaned. She grew more excited. She loved his attention. She also knew she would soon reach a point where she would have an orgasm induced, for the first time, by a man who was not her husband.

Bob continued to lick the Asian woman's lower love lips, slowly going up and down the folds of her labia, passing over the clitoris every time he approached it.

After a few minutes, Bob put his hands on her thighs, urged her to open her legs wider. She was now totally exposed to his erotic assault. Bob French-kissed her nether lips as passionately as if they were her mouth. Every so often he pulled out his tongue to lick hef labia and slurp her clitoris.

Aiko mewled like a kitten. Her legs kicked and twitched under his lingual onslaught, his mouth bringing her to the edge of sexual bliss. Aiko didn't want him to stop. It was already too late to stop herself. Her climax was approaching as Bob avidly fed at her vulva.

Suddenly, she felt spasms ripple through her body. And then it struck, a massive orgasm. All thought of her husband, or anything else in the rest of the world, disappeared. The centre of her erotic universe was on fire. She could only think about the burst of pleasure between her legs, which spread to encompass her entire body. Her brain knew only what her body was telling her.

"Oh god, oh god," she moaned. "More, more!"

Gerald watched his lust-besotted wife in total fascination. He pondered what he should do. He could call it an evening. He could tell Bob to stop, now that he had induced an orgasm in his wife, or... he could let Bob continue. It was his decision. He ached with excitement. How wild! How erotic so see his wife's legs spread wide-open to another man, seeing him slurping away at her pussy as if his life depended on it.

Still Bob kept licking, and sucking at her hot box.

"Oh! Ah! Oh god! Here it comes again. I'm cumming again!" she cried.

She sweated. She panted. She had never experienced two orgasms in a row from cunnilingus.

"Oh god, that was so good," she moaned.

After a few moments, Aiko felt cool air surround her hot box. Bob had removed his skilful mouth. She lay still, breathing heavily. Her legs were still spread wide open. She was still too deep in her post-orgasmic haze to think about closing them.

After a few seconds, she began to think that Bob was finished with her, or maybe her husband stopped him. She was wrong. She tried to close her legs and couldn't. She realized Bob was still between her legs. She opened her eyes. He had his cock in his hand. His lust-crazed face told her he wanted satisfaction.

Gerald felt the excitement of a cuckold as Bob stood between his wife's legs with his penis in hand. He wanted to see Bob fuck her, stick his rock-hard cock into his wife's quim, ram her with all his might.

Gerald was so turned on by what he saw that he barely had the presence of mind to remember the condom. He had bought in the airport as part of his plan to have sex with Aiko somewhere on the ship's deck late at night. 'Not nice, to leave a mess behind,' he had thought to himself at the time.

Gerald tapped Bob on his shoulder. At first, Bob took it to mean he had to stop. Instead, Gerald put the condom in his free hand. Bob understood. Gerald was giving him permission to fuck his wife but he had to use the condom.

Aiko's post-orgasmic haze had cleared just enough for her to notice what Gerald gave Bob.

"Fuck her, Bob. Fuck her hard," she heard her husband tell Bob. "Make it an experience she'll never forget for the rest of her life."

Aiko was shocked. Her husband just gave Bob permission to mount her. Throughout their years of marriage, no man, other than her husband, had ever penetrated her. Then again, she reminded herself, on this night, she already experienced three other firsts. No other man, besides her husband of course, had ever seen her nude. No man, other than Gerald, had ever performed cunnilingus on her. And no man, other than the father of her children, had brought her to mind-blowing orgasm.

It occurred to Aiko that if she wanted to. She could stop what was about to happen within the few seconds it took for Bob to remove the rest of his clothes and roll on the condom. But she wanted to experience another first, her fourth one of the night, the thrill of having a cock belonging to another man, a man other than Gerald, thrusting his hot rod into her most intimate place, her womb!

'Oh my god, it's about to happen,' she thought to herself becoming excited. ''I'm just lying here with my legs wide-open. There's not a single heterosexual man on the planet that would take a woman's wide-open legs as anything but a yes. But I can't help myself. I don't want it to stop. I want Bob to fuck me.'

Aiko felt the thrill of the new and the forbidden overtake her. She waited for Bob to invade what had been her husband's sexual inner sanctum.

Bob placed the head of his swollen penis at her vaginal opening. He mounted her with one thrust, driving himself into her up to the hilt.

"Oh yes," she said out loud as she felt his hardness enter her vagina.

'Resistance is futile. I don't want to resist,' Aiko thought to herself. 'I just want to get thoroughly fucked.'

"And conforms with rule 3," she added out loud.

Bob didn't know what she meant but Gerald knew. She was referring to their rule that nothing happens unless they both agreed it could.

Once again, Bob shrugged mentally. Why would he care what it meant? He was getting what he wanted and what a ride this was going to be.

Pumping slowly at first but he soon increased his pace. The two lovers were primed to fever pitch. Bob knew that it wouldn't take long before they would both reach their climaxes. Neither could, would or wanted to wait.

Both sets of hips were in motion as they humped again and again against each other, Bob trying to penetrate as deeply as he could go and Aiko trying to clasp onto his cock and draw him into her.

Suddenly the two lovers burst into simultaneous orgasms. All restraint was lost. They grunted and groaned, moaned and mewled. Their passions drove away any pretence of human thought. They rutted like animals.

And then it was over. Both lay still for a few moments. They were spent, exhausted, trying to catch their breath. The odour of sweat and sexual juices permeated the stateroom.

Finally, Bob dismounted slowly, carefully holding onto the condom to prevent leakage. He removed it once he had completely withdrawn, carefully wrapped it up in toilet paper, and dumped into a bag provided by the ship for the disposal of sanitary products.

Bob turned to Gerald. "You're a lucky guy. She's one hot babe."

"She's not done, though," Gerald replied. "Now she has to deal with me."

With that, Bob left, never to be seen again. They never learned his last name. Gerald locked the stateroom door behind him.

There was a vacancy to fill. He took Bob's place between his wife's legs. Her come-hither look was all the invitation he needed, as if he needed one. Husband and wife fucked until they came, showered and then fell into a deep sleep.

Neither Aiko nor Gerald spoke about the last night on the ship until they got home. Both knew it was a night they would never forget.

Since their children happened to come for March break, they agreed to hold off any discussion about it until their children had gone back to university. It gave them time to mull over the significance of what happened.

* * *

A week later, Gerald decided it was a good time to bring up the cruise experience. "Not in my wildest dreams did I expect something like that to happen. I don't know what overcame me. I just felt this overwhelming urge for something totally different."

"'Different' is an understatement," she said laconically. "But I'm worried you're mad at me in some way. I behaved like slut and I enjoyed it too! Are you mad at me for saying that, Gerald. Are you?"

"No, hon," Gerald said. "I was worried you might be angry at me for letting it happen."

"No I'm not mad at you," she assured him, laughing. "I thank you for allowing me to have such a uniquely wild experience. But weren't you a little bit jealous?" she asked.

"Hell, no. Bob got only one shot at what I've been able to have for, what, 24 years now! He's the one who should be jealous. He now knows what he is missing. He now knows I'm the one with the hot wife!"

"May I ask another question?" Aiko asked.

"Sure, hon."

"Are you a cuckold? Is watching some guy fuck me your thing?" she asked.

Gerald thought about it for a while.

"To be honest," he finally answered, "it was a real turn-on to see Bob have his way with you. But I don't want to make a habit of it. As a general rule, if you're going to fun with some guy, I want my share of fun with some girl."

"Do you think I've turned into a whore?" she blushed.

"No, Aiko, you're no whore. A whore is someone who gives herself away to anybody. You're not like that. You always think about what is best for me, for us, and for our family. You've never acted differently. You are an unselfish person."

She blushed again but with relief. She was worried Gerald might have felt some residual resentment toward her. After all, he had been mainly a spectator. Then again, he also let it happen.

"We've tried to spice up our sex life over the years, but it was always just the two of us. I was a little worried because I had sex with someone from outside of our marriage. You didn't."

"I gave you permission," he observed.

"Still, it didn't seem right," she said.

"It's okay, really," he said.

"Can I say something else?" she asked.

"Sure, hon."

"Do you remember that questionnaire we did?"

"That was about two years ago," he recalled.

"We never finished our discussion. One of the questions was about submission." She paused. "This experience taught me that I like to submit sexually more than I had realized before. I let you take charge. I did what you wanted me to do, what Bob wanted me to do. It thrilled me to be something totally different from my normal life, to become a sex toy instead of some boring suburban wife and mother. I got to play the submissive, your submissive, and," she barely could get the words out, "his submissive."

"What happened with Bob," Gerald said thoughtfully, "was almost an accident. The wine made us relax and caused our inhibitions to drop. We got carried away by the heat of the moment. Still, we both enjoyed ourselves. That's the main thing."

Aiko looked relieved. "I guess we were on some kind of sexual high and discovered things about ourselves, and each other, we never really knew before."

"High?" Jack said out loud laughing. "Don't forget horny. And speaking of horny..."

"What Gerald?"

"I got an erection just talking about that night."

"And I'm getting wet talking about it too," she giggled.

"Well, we can't have that, can we? We have to do something about that. Okay, last one in the bedroom sucks on the other first!" he challenged and was gone before she could even react.

Aiko laughed and ran after him. This was a win-win situation. There would be no losers, no matter who 'won'.

The loving couple's swinging adventure continues in Chapter 4 New Cruise Friends: Aiko and Gerald meet a frisky foursome.



A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 04



Chapter 4 New Cruise Friends

Author's Note:

My special thanks to The Soulful Bard for reviewing and improving my story.

All errors are strictly mine.

* * *

A year passed. The first anniversary of their first and only cruise was approaching.

Although the sex between them had been hot for several months after the cruise, in time it tapered off to pre-cruise levels. As much as they loved their family and their jobs, they recognized that the humdrum of normal living was once again having a dampening effect on their sex life.

"You know, hon," Gerald suddenly announced, "I think it's time for a vacation. How about Southeast Asia, Vietnam, Thailand, Malaysia, wherever or whatever you like. And if you don't care for Southeast Asia, I'm open to suggestions."

After some discussion, they decided to spend a week in Japan to visit Aiko's relatives and then board a flight to Hanoi for a 10-day tour of the country from north to south, ending in Ho Chi Minh City. From there they would take a flight to Tokyo to board a cruise that would take them across the North Pacific to Vancouver.

Because Aiko knew the language and the culture, Gerald let Aiko set the agenda for their stay in Japan. They visited various tourist attractions, including Mount Fuji, but mainly they visited Aiko's aunts, uncles and cousins.

Vietnam was quite different. Its cities were hot and sticky, crowded and polluted by what seemed to be millions of motorcycles. Nevertheless, they enjoyed themselves. Each city had its own character. Hanoi, for example, was drab in comparison to the hustle and bustle of Ho Chi Minh City, the former Saigon. They spent a romantic night on a boat in Halong Bay where they saw its famous and very spectacular karst islands. Other sites such as in Saba, the old imperial city of Hué, Da Nang, An Hoi, Nha Trang, My Tho each had their special charm. The people were always very friendly.

Ho Chi Minh City was their last stop. After taking a tour of the city itself, they explored the several of the city's markets. Bargaining was normal and expected in most of them. Curiously, the open-air market near their hotel didn't allow bargaining. With no air-conditioning, ceiling fans were going full blast.

Gerald noticed the signs in English which said 'fixed price'. "I think they meant to say 'set price'," Gerald commented.

"Don't be picky Gerald. There's not much practical difference, is there? The guide told me you can buy souvenirs and arts and crafts just down the street in the air-conditioned department store. And you can bargain too!"

While walking through the side streets surrounding the open market, Aiko and Gerald noticed several massage establishments. One offering Thai massage intrigued them. They had heard of Thai massage but had never experienced it.

They looked at each other. The same question was in their eyes.

"Doesn't hurt to ask," Gerald said before Aiko had the chance to ask her question.

Although the lady at the front desk spoke very little English, Aiko and Gerald managed to negotiate a one-hour massage, with a combination of gestures and pen-and-paper, for the equivalent of about $30 US. That was cheap by North American standards but a lot of money in Vietnam.

Having agreed on the price, a young women gestured them to come inside. They were taken to a change room with lockers. Another woman entered, providing them some light cotton clothes. Her gestures clearly indicated they were to change their clothes and put their belongings into a locker. Each locker had its own key which was to be hung around their necks.

A few minutes later, two masseuses entered the locker room. Leading the couple to the massage room, they gestured to Aiko and Gerald to sit on a bench next to the massage tables. They brought in two tubs of hot water filled with aromatic herbs and then left. About 10 minutes later, they returned. They massaged their feet, gradually working their way up to their knees and thighs. The vacationing couple was particularly intrigued by the way the young women used their knuckles on the soles of their feet. It hurt but it was a pleasant hurt.

After a while, their masseuses pointed toward the massage tables. They lay facedown, putting their faces into an opening at one end of the table. The masseuses massaged then from their necks down to their waists. It was so relaxing that Aiko and Gerald almost fell asleep.

Suddenly it was over. An entire hour had passed by as if in a flash. Although they disappointed their time was up, they felt so good. They showed their appreciation to the two masseuses by offering them a generous tip, a tip they accepted gratefully.

"What did you like best about the massage?" Aiko asked back in the hotel room.

"The feel of her soft silken thighs against my sides," he replied.

"Gerald! Did she give you a hard-on?" she demanded.

"No, I didn't get the chance," he chuckled. "As soon as I felt those soft silky thighs press against me, she started using those strong hands to probe and prod my muscles. What she did felt really good. It was sensuous but not sensual. It was a real massage, all business to them, and all relaxation for us. Still, it was very enjoyable. I would love to it again some day."

* * *

From Ho Chi Minh City, they took a flight to Tokyo and then a local train to nearby Yokohama, where they would stay overnight before boarding a ship whose cruise itinerary included several stops northward on Japan's east coast then across to Alaska to several more ports and finally down the British Colombia Coast to Vancouver to pick up a flight home.

When they boarded the cruise ship, they had every intention of enjoying life on board the ship. Many onboard activities were similar to those on their first cruise but, this time, they decided to take an early sitting in the main restaurant.

The maitre d' offered them a choice of either a table for two or a larger table with other couples. They chose the latter. They were curious to hear about other passenger's travels and adventures. The maitre d' took them to a table located in a relatively isolated corner of the restaurant. Two couples were already there.

"May we join you?" Gerald asked.

The two couples glanced to each other questioningly.

"Of course, please sit down." One of the men said. "My name is Bill. This is my wife Wei-ling and these are our friends, Emma and Norman."

Aiko and Gerald exchanged handshakes and greetings with their new tablemates. They soon learned that the two couples, or at least the men, had been friends for a long time. In fact, they had organized their vacation together. The two couples lived in Markham but since most people on the ship had no idea where Markham was located, they usually told everyone they were from Toronto.

"We live in Mississauga," Aiko piped up. "We do the same. We tell people we come from Toronto too because everybody has heard of Toronto. But Mississauga? By cruise standards that makes us neighbours, roughly an hour-and-a-half's drive I would think."

Aiko and Gerald couldn't help but notice that one couple had an interracial marriage just as they did. Bill's wife, Wei-ling, was of Chinese descent and spoke both Cantonese and Mandarin. They soon found that they had many interests in common. Aiko's and Wei-ling got along almost instantaneously. Within minutes they talked to each other like long-time friends.

Gerald's roving eye noticed Weil-ling had unusually wide hips for an Oriental woman. He found such hips to be very attractive.

Aiko noticed his look. Unseen by the other two couples, she poked Gerald's thigh underneath the table to remind him that staring was rude.

Wei-Ling was almost 44 and her husband, Bill, was 48. He once ran a home construction company but sold it about two years ago because he couldn't take the stress and the long hours any more. Both had adult children from previous marriages.

"I paid too much attention to making money," Bill explained, "and neglected my first wife and family. So I lost them. I don't want to lose Wei-ling. I've got enough in savings and from the sale of my business to live my remaining years in relative ease."

Wei-ling's biography was dramatic in a different way than Bill's. Her first husband had died in a car accident while their two children were still young. His life insurance enabled her to get by for a few years but it was always a struggle. As soon as both kids were in school, she went back to work, eventually finding a job as part-time physiotherapist, a profession she had given up after she married her first husband and started a family. It helped make ends meet but it was still a struggle.

She met Bill met at a restaurant in a mall while they both shopped. Bill took an instant liking to her. So when he discovered was a single mother with no current attachment, he walked over to her and introduced himself.

"I felt an instant rapport with him," Wei-ling explained. "And it has felt right ever since. We became friends, then lovers and finally spouses."

Bill was as average-looking guy but he had a very charming personality and some very interesting stories. You could tell that he was used to taking the lead. Wei-ling seemed to like his take-charge attitude. It was obvious to Aiko and Gerald that they were very happy and comfortable with each other.

The other couple revealed they had known Bill for most of their adult lives. Norman and Bill became best buddies in their college days. He was the same age as Bill but bigger, hirsute, almost bear-like. He had a laid-back personality that oozed ease and confidence. He came across as being very protective of his wife but not in a possessive way.

Norman married Emma, who was two years younger, at about the same time as Bill married his first wife. They met in a teacher's college. After graduation both became teachers in a high school. Bill and his first wife attended Emma and Norman's wedding. Emma and Bill attended both of Bill's weddings. The couple had a son who also was currently in college.

Emma was petite and cute in bubbly sort of way. She was shorter than either Aiko or Wei-ling. Norman was the distinctly larger than either Gerald or Bill. It made for a very sharp contrast in the physical appearance between husband and wife. Emma more than made up for her small stature with a lively personality that betokened a person who was not in the least bit intimidated by her husband's large size. She sometimes jumped in when he husband was talking only to continue the story he was already telling. Norman never seemed to mind the interruption.

Gerald thought of her as a human firecracker. 'Not like my Aiko,' he thought. "Aiko tends to be reserved in public but she's much livelier in the privacy of our home."

Aiko was amused by the interplay between the little brunette and her huge hairy husband. Their dynamic between the two was quite different from the calmer relationship Weil-ling and Bill and Bill seemed to enjoy. In some ways, they reminded her of the relationship she had with Gerald. It didn't take long for Aiko to connect with Emma too.

The dinner conversation among the six was interesting and sometimes even animated. Clearly the six got along well together. Time passed quickly. It took a reminder from the waiter that the sitting for the next group of passengers was about to begin. They need a few minutes to prepare the table for the next group.

As they all stood to leave, Bill spoke. "Aiko and Gerald, we really enjoyed your company. Would you like to join our table every evening?"

"Absolutely," Aiko said. "We'd love to."

"Good, I'll arrange with the maitre d' to make sure we have the same table at the same time every evening. Okay?"

"That's fine by us," Gerald said as they went off to the theatre to watch the early show.

* * *

Now that Aiko and Gerald had become friends with the two couples, they inevitably noticed them about the ship, participating in the ship's activities. Sometimes, the two couples would sit in the lounges either reading or listening to the music.

While Aiko and Gerald both danced, they noticed their male friends were not keen on dancing. Lacking willing spouses, Wei-ling and Emma danced with each other.

On the dance floor, Gerald said to his wife: "You don't mind if I talk to the guys a bit, do you?"

"No problem. They're playing disco. You don't like that kind of music. I'll gyrate on the floor with Wei-ling and Emma."

The three men talked about their excursions and what they did, or did not do, while on the ship.

"Don't you guys like to dance?" Gerald asked.

"Not interested," Norman stated succinctly. "Two left feet."

"Same here," Bill added. "I just like to hear the music and watch the girls. By the way, you two are pretty good. Our women never really learned anything. They just do whatever comes into their heads."

"Don't you get bored just sitting there?" Gerald asked.

"Hell, no!" Bill interjected. The weather is sunny and hot. The girls are dressed accordingly. That means we get to admire their oh-so-womanly figures."

"And I've noticed it isn't just your own wife's ass you two have been admiring," Gerald joked.

Caught off guard, neither Bill not Norman knew what to say. They sniggered.

"Guilty as charged. Are we that obvious?" Bill asked smiling broadly.

"Yes," Gerald chuckled. He didn't miss the use of the plural.

Norman just smiled like the Cheshire Cat.

Having just come off the dance floor, Emma caught the last part of the conversation.

The human firecracker had a mischievous look in her eye. "So you two have been sitting there just to look at our asses. And I'll put money on it you've been enjoying the view Aiko's been giving you too."

The men grinned and looked embarrassed at the same time. They were a little uncomfortable about how Gerald might react to Emma's statement.

Gerald was amused by this turn of events. 'So they were admiring three asses, not two,' he thought.

"Not to worry," Aiko jumped in, "I have no doubt that my husband took advantage of talking to you guys to enjoy the view too. I noticed how his eyes flicked between talking to you men looking at us on the dance floor. He's not very good at being furtive."

It was Gerald's turn to grin and be embarrassed at the same time.

Bill and Norman laughed. The gang of four had become the gang of six.

After that incident, Aiko and Gerald noticed a turn in the nature of their evening dinner conversations. Dirty jokes and salacious stories were exchanged more often and more openly but not so loudly that other people at other tables could hear.

Gerald noticed that their table was in a relatively isolated location. 'It was a good thing,' he thought. 'Otherwise those guys wouldn't be able to talk in such a risqué manner.' He was beginning to suspect that the choice of table was no accident.

Gerald also noticed that on some occasions Wei-ling would go in Norman's company and Emma would be Bill's company. Gerald's curiosity was soon satisfied when the issue of what interested the couples as couples and as individuals came up for discussion. The two couples explained that sometimes one spouse's interests matched with their opposite number in the other couple.

"Sometimes it's useful to exchange spouses," Norman observed. "Emma and Bill like to play trivia together. Their combined and complementary knowledge makes them valuable members of their trivia teams. Wei-ling and I like to walk a few laps around the promenade deck while they're playing trivia. So we swap."

Norman laughed, seemingly at his choice of words.

"And of course, sometimes we guys have our interests and the girls have theirs." Norman continued. "But as you've noticed, sometimes the women share an activity while we guys share our own."

"Yeah, Bill added jokingly, "the women like to dance and we like to watch."

'It sounds reasonable enough,' Gerald thought to himself, 'but there seems to be other pieces in this puzzle. It almost sounded as if they were making a save after tripping up. Tripping on what?' he wondered.

Later, Gerald related his observations to Aiko, including their choice of words. At first, Aiko thought he was reading too much into it. Later, she would find out how wrong she was.

* * *

A few days later, the table conversation turned to a discussion on sexual attitudes. Aiko and Gerald found out that their tablemates shared their tolerant views of human sexuality. They all agreed what took place between consenting adults in private was nobody else's business but that of the consenting adults, no matter what those consenting adults decided to do. They also shared the view that deceit and deception were incompatible with a happy relationship."

At this point, Aiko, who was in analytical mode, drew on her one and only swinging experience to blurted out: "So if a spouse consents to an extramarital affair, that's okay."

Caught off guard, the other five went silent for a few moments.

Perky Emma finally jumped in. "Yeah, that's what it means."

After several moments of collective embarrassment, Bill suggested it was time to leave the restaurant. "It's been a very interesting evening but we have to let the staff do their thing in preparation for the next sitting."

The tablemates returned to their staterooms.

"I think you may be right after all, hon," Aiko said once they closed the stateroom door. "I think they're swingers."

"Could be," Gerald agreed. "Could very well be."

* * *

The next evening was a special occasion. It was Wei-ling's birthday. To mark the occasion, Bill ordered three bottles of red wine. Gerald offered to pay a share but Bill adamantly refused.

"I don't ask friends to pay their share when I invite them to a party," he said emphatically. "And I certainly consider you two to be our friends."

"We're bosom buddies! Norman said.

"All bosoms are your buddies," was his wife's rejoinder.

Everyone laughed, then drank, ate and laughed some more.

"What do you guys say to continuing our party in our suite? Bill said. "Dress comfortably. I don't like stuffiness, especially in this hot climate."

When Aiko and Gerald heard the number they realized that Bill and Wei-ling occupied one of the ship's largest, most expensive suites. The ship's deck plan indicated it was about three times the size of their stateroom.

Norman and Emma agreed immediately.

Aiko and Gerald exchanged glances.

"Don't worry," Bill said. "If you don't want to come, or if you do come and decide to leave early, the four of us will still have our fun." Bill emphasized the words 'our'.

Back in the stateroom, Aiko mentioned to Gerald that she thought the table conversation was taking a strange turn. "What to do you think he meant when he said we could leave at any time? Isn't that obvious?"

"Use the logic I know you have, Aiko," her husband replied. "If you put all these little things together, what they say, the way they said it, and the way they related to each other, I think it's better than 50-50 chance they intend to swing."

"Oh," Aiko let out, her eyes glinting.

She lowered them to see what he was thinking. He had a hard-on.

"I see you're developing an opinion," she smiled slyly. "We can always leave or say no, right?"

"As always my love," he replied smiling. "Let's change."

Gerald got out of his business casual clothing and into his shorts and t-shirt. Aiko was about to change into a blouse and short skirt. She inspected them as if she were thinking whether they were the right things to wear.

"I think, Aiko, you're a little excited by the idea of a swingers' party. I saw that glint in your eyes," he added. "The prospect of attending a party where they might be sex turns you on too. Right? And if you want to get into the 'swing' of things," he said emphasizing his double entendre, you might as well forget about the bra."




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So Aiko took off the bra and put on the blouse. Gerald saw two points of interest poking underneath her blouse. The couple decided to wait a few minutes to let their sexual parts calm down. It wouldn't do to look aroused in public.

A few minutes later, Aiko and Gerald arrived at Bill and Wei-ling's luxurious stateroom. They knocked.

Wei-ling opened the door and smiled. "Please come in. We've got snacks, juices and bottles of water on the side table. Bill is about to serve the wine. And no," she added, when she saw Gerald start to say something, "don't ask to share the cost. It's still against our rules."

Aiko and Gerald took a seat together on the sofa. They noticed almost immediately that, Norman and Emma, although man and wife, sat on opposite sides of the room. Norman was sitting stern in relation to the ship, and Emma was sitting aft. From Aiko and Gerald's perspective, he was sitting on the left side of the room and his wife was on the right side.

This situation didn't last for long. After Bill poured the wine and distributed half-full glasses, he sat down beside Emma. Wei-ling finished putting the snacks and drinks on the side table and took a place next to Norman.

"Well, let's enjoy ourselves." Bill said. "Now we don't have to worry about what those people in the restaurant might hear... or see."

With years of business experience as the head of his own company, Bill was clearly used to being the leader, the guy who took the initiative.

"To a great cruise with great friends!" he said raising his glass of wine.

"Cheers." Everyone said.

They all took a sip.

"Bottoms up," said Gerald, knowing the effect that wine would eventually have on his wife.

'That husband of mine knows I'm already feeling the effects of the wine we drank at dinner,' Aiko mused silently. 'I feel a little relaxed already. Now he's trying to get me loosen me up even more.'

Aiko decided she was okay with his toast although she had a case of nerves about what might transpire later. Aiko raised her glass to her husband, then to the other two couples. Down the hatch went the wine.

Gerald understood the message Aiko's action conveyed. She was willing to stay and still open to go further, but was fighting a bout of nerves.

"I'm nervous about this too," he whispered to her. "This is new to both of us."

Gerald expected Bill to take the initiative. He was not to be disappointed.

While Aiko and Gerald were thinking their private thoughts, the conversation between the other two couples became more ribald. The jokes became naughtier and much more sexual.

Gerald told several corny jokes, but Norman told the corniest joke of all.

"I've got one for you," Norman said, "although it would be funnier if at least one of your were a smoker."

"Oh god," Emma muttered, "that one's awful."

Norman ploughed ahead. "A couple just finished having sex. The man lights a cigarette, and says to his lover: 'Do you smoke after sex?' She looks between her legs and says: 'I don't know. I've never looked."

A roar of laughter followed.

"You win, Norman," Gerald conceded. "That's the best joke of the evening."

While dirty jokes and naughty riddles were being told, Aiko and Gerald noticed that the two couples seemed to move closer to their sofa mates. Bill and Norman put an arm around the women sitting next to them. Bill was caressing Emma's lower ribs with his other hand – from the inside of her blouse.

"Let's flip to see who does the show," Bill said to Norman.

Aiko and Gerald raised their eyebrows. A show? What show? They waited to see what would happen next.

Bill and Norman flipped. Norman won.

"Ha!" was all Norman said as he began to nuzzle Wei-ling's neck, slowly moving his lips up and down Wei-ling's neck and occasionally nibbling underneath her earlobe.

Wei-ling's eyes closed. Apparently she wasn't caught off-guard; quite to the contrary, she was obviously enjoying his attention.

While his mouth was paying attention to Wei-ling's neck, Norman's right hand made its way underneath Wei-ling's blouse toward her breasts. He massaged one breast and then the other. She had no bra on.

Wei-ling sighed.

"Hold on a sec," he said.

Norman repositioned himself so that the four spectators could see what he was doing more clearly. It also allowed him to access both of Wei-ling's breasts from behind. Once more, he began massaging her twin mounds.

Weil-ling 's pleasure was obvious. Her fully erect nipples pressed against her blouse.

"More," she said.

Norman unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it from her shoulder. He tossed it onto the windowsill. He resumed his massaging of Wei-ling's breasts and kiss her, and nibble on her neck and ears.

"You're so good at his, Norman," Wei-ling sighed.

Because Bill and Emma were sitting on the opposite side of the room, Gerald had to turn away from the sexy scene to see how they reacted to the spectacle of seeing their spouses intimately fondling each other. He saw no jealousy. Quite to the contrary, the other not-married-to-each-other couple were watching their marriage partners just as intently as he and Aiko. They both cast lustful glances at their marriage partners -- and at each other. In fact, they were fondling each other as they watched, but seemed to hold back from going further to allow Norman and Wei-ling to do their show.

Aiko, meanwhile, was entirely focused on the torrid scene in front of her. She watched Norman nudge Wei-ling to face him. When she turned her head, he gave Bill's wife a deep and passionate kiss, holding her head with one hand while his other hand slid down toward the vee of her body.

"Take off your t-shirt, Norman," she gasped. "It's not fair. I'm half-naked and you're fully dressed.

Norman removed his t-shirt.

Wei-ling put her mouth to Norman's nipples, taking one into her mouth and then the other. He grunted in pleasure.

Wei-ling turned to Aiko and Gerald. "Some men get turned on by this too."

That statement told Aiko and Gerald that Bill's Chinese wife had intimate and direct knowledge of what turned on Bill's best friend.

Gerald understood what Bill's game was. Wei-ling and Norman were staging an erotic scene in order to turn on the new couple. It worked. Gerald developed a raging hard-on as he watched the spectacle unfold. Sitting behind Aiko on her left side, he had a sudden urge to imitate the scene he was watching. He gave into that urge. Sliding his hands underneath his wife's blouse, reached for her twin peaks, and began to massage them.

Aiko was turned on too. She made no objection as she let Gerald's hands roam under her blouse. Her nipples were fully erect and hard in moments; her pussy became wet. The sensual sight, sounds and sensations of sexual seduction were having a profound on her. She was breathing heavily.

Aiko seemed to be in some sort of trance. It was almost as if Wei-ling and Norman's sex show had hypnotized her. In a sense it did. Aikio had never expected, not even her wildest dreams, to see people engage in live sexual foreplay with every intention of going all the way. She wasn't even conscious of the fact that she was staring at them in total fascination.

Gerald realized that his wife was in a state of erotic shock. Aiko made no attempt to turn her eyes away from Wei-ling and Norman even as they began to loosen and unbutton each other's remaining clothes and took even more sexual liberties with each other.

'But would Aiko do more than just watch?' Gerald wondered. He decided to find out.

"I have to go the washroom," Gerald whispered in her ear.

'Don't go now!' she managed to think. 'Not now! I want your hands on my boobies.'

Aiko only nodded, not taking her eyes off the amorous couple. She was so engrossed by the scene in front of her, it didn't even occur to her that what her husband just said made no sense. Firstly, Gerald had used the washroom just before they left their stateroom. Secondly, men with hard-ons can't urinate.

Gerald still had his hard-on and he didn't go the washroom. Instead, he looked toward Bill and gave him a nod, slightly waving his head toward Aiko.

Bill understood. He moved to take Gerald's place, his eyes shining in horny anticipation of new exotic pussy. Gerald meanwhile took Bill's place beside Emma.

Aiko didn't even look behind her when the new pair of hands reached for her twin mounds. She assumed they belonged to Gerald.

'Great, he's back,' she thought. 'Oh, those hands feel so nice on me again.' Her eyes were still glued to the erotic couple in front of her.

Meanwhile, Wei-ling took off her shorts and was now wearing only her panties. Norman insisted she take those off too. Wei-ling obliged him as Norman removed his clothes. He was not only the biggest of the three men, but, it was easy to see, he was also, by far, the hairiest.

Now completely nude, both stars of the show resumed their kissing and fondling. Wei-ling started massaging Norman's erect cock while her lover's hands roamed up and down her body. Eventually one of his hands strayed to her furry triangle where it stayed for some minutes.

Aiko watched intently. She could tell from the expression on the Chinese woman's face that she was enjoying whatever his buried fingers were doing. Aiko imagined Wei-ling's pussy was very wet. She wondered what it would be like to have Norman's big hairy fingers playing with her pussy.

As that erotic thought excited her, a finger insinuated itself in her panties, a second, then two more. Restrained though they were by her panties, four fingertips gently brushed through her pubic hair. She briefly closed her eyes enjoying the sensation.

Aiko opened her eyes again to watch as the two lovers kissed and fondled their way to what was for many people a forbidden coupling. Aiko felt a kiss on her neck. The expert hands flowed back underneath her blouse to resume the massaging of her breasts. After a while, they wandered back down the front of her body until they reached her panties-covered love nest.

Gerald, she thought in her growing sexual haze, was trying to seduce her by imitating the two lovers. He was testing her to see how far she would go.

By now, the relaxing effects of the wine, the sexually charged atmosphere of Wei-ling-and-Norman sex show, and the sensual massaging of her breasts and belly, all conspired to dissipate Aiko's initial nervousness, replacing it with sexual desire. Aiko became increasingly horny. Her stimulated body began to cave in to its own sensual needs and demands.

Suddenly, Aiko's eyes shot open. It had just dawned on her that the hands on her body felt different, rougher, more calloused! The massage technique was different too! They were not her husband's. They felt different, rougher, more calloused! She turned her head; it was Bill.

"Oh," she uttered.

Aiko was unable to say anything more because Bill took the opportunity to French-kiss her. Much to her own surprise she returned his kiss.

For several minutes, Bill's construction-calloused Bill's alternated between massaging her breasts, stimulate her sensitive nipples, wandering down her belly yet again, and slipping now and again under the strap of her panties to make his way just short of her now very wet pussy.

Aiko sighed as she weakened under Bill's sensual onslaught. Nevertheless, she managed to take a peek over Bill's shoulder to see Emma, the female firecracker, passionately kissing her husband. She had already drawn his cock out of his pants and was gently and lovingly stroking it. Her husband had a hand underneath her t-shirt. It wasn't hard to guess what he was doing.

"Relax. You're in good hands," Bill said unnecessarily as his fingers tweaked her hardened nipples.

'This feels just too good,' Aiko mused silently. 'My body wants this. I want this! It is so erotic to be manhandled by another man, knowing my husband approves!'

Aiko glanced at Wei-ling and Norman. They were already in sexual congress. Norman's cock was completely buried in Bill's wife, the wife of the man who was now about to take her, Aiko, under his sexual control.

Aiko kept watching. The lovers' hips were pumping gently in their physical union, slowly at first but harder and faster as the minutes passed. Wei-ling groaned her pleasure. Norman remained silent.

Briefly, Aiko remembered saying 'no' was an option. She smiled to herself as she kissed her seducer. The thought of having a new cock inside her was just too much. 'No' was no longer an option.

"Please play with my tits some more," she said out loud.

Aiko realized taking them off was tantamount to giving Bill permission to have sex with her. She couldn't think of a better way to urge Bill to continue.

Bill understood though. He continued playing with her, teasing her in the same way as he had before. But this time, when he put his hands in her panties, he tried to reach for her labia and clitoris with his fingers. Aiko's panties got in the way.

"This won't do, Aiko," Bill husked. "Take off your panties."

Aiko stood up and dropped her panties to the floor. Not knowing what else to do, Aiko stood still.

"Stand wider," Bill said.

Aiko acquiesced. A thrill coursed through her body, knowing she was opening herself to Bill's lewd appraisal of her female charms. Even more exciting was the thought of giving him access to her most intimate female parts. Bill now had free reign to all parts of her pussy and ass. Hands, fingers mouth, tongue, cock, whatever he had, she wanted to feel.

Bill stroked along the outside labia and let his fingers explore the valley between her outer and inner labia. He took his time, wanting to tease her until she couldn't take it any more. He repeated this procedure several times.

Finally, or so Aiko thought, he inserted two fingers into her moist hole, simultaneously licking her now super-sensitive clitoris.

"Beautiful, and tasty," Bill said almost as if he were addressing her pussy.

After a few minutes, Bill stood up to embrace Aiko from behind. He loved the feel of her tits in his hands, but his real intention was to press himself against her body, to let her know that he was very hard and ready for her.

Bill rubbed his cock against the crack of Aiko's ass. Then he slipped his cock between her legs and pressed it against her pussy.

Aiko's passion rose with every moment that passed.

Bill led hero to the sofa's armrest.

"Bend over," he grunted. "Put you arms on the armrest. Spread your legs."

As she obeyed, he took hold of her hips. He moved closer. Once more Aiko felt his swollen member against her ass. She felt the tip of his cock trace the contours of as crack.

Bill stepped back. Aiko was wondering why he stopped.

Bill unrolled a condom over his stiff rod.

Aiko kept still, her head at waist level. She used her arms on armrest to support some of her weight. For Bill, this position had the erotic effect of lifting her ass upward, completely exposing her pussy to her approaching lover.

Bill surprised her, though. Instead of entering her, Bill started to lick, nibble, and kiss her swollen sex organs from behind.

Aiko moaned with delight. She wanted more. She knew that her lover was deliberately keeping her at a high peak until he was good and ready to push her over the edge.

Aiko felt his finger tease her perineum. It brushed lightly over her rectal sphincter. Bill pressed his finger against her asshole but made no further effort to go in. Instead, his finger travelled teasingly along the ridge of her perineum again, and then caressed the bottom part of her sensitive pussy lips.

Bill's mouth replaced his finger. He latched onto her clit and the upper part of her pussy lips. Aiko breathed heavily as her body tensed; it needed release. It yearned for relief.

Suddenly Bill stood up, placed his condom-covered cock at the opening of her vagina. He pushed the tip of his cock head between her labia.

"Do you want me inside you?" Bill asked huskily.

Aiko couldn't take his teasing any more. "Yes, please take me!" Aiko almost begged.

Bill pushed his hard member smoothly and deeply into her wet womb. Aiko let go a moan as felt him penetrate her fully.

"God that feels so good," he grunted. "Ever since the day I set eyes on you, I've wanted to take you so badly," he added. "You are one very hot woman."

"Oh yes! So good!" she said. "Take me, Bill. Fuck me."

Aiko could not believe what she was doing and saying. She had given herself to this man with almost no qualms!

'I'm a wanton woman, a salacious slut, and I love every second of it!' she admitted to herself.

Aiko was so carried away by her passion she forgot about the condom rule. She didn't even notice that Bill was wearing a condom. At the very moment, if she had found out he was not wearing one, she wouldn't have cared.

* * *

Meanwhile, Gerald watched Bill seduce and then take his wife doggie-style.

'My woman can really get carried way when she gets worked up,' he thought. 'I didn't see her remind Bill to wear a condom. I don't think she even noticed that he put one on. It's almost as if she didn't care. She obviously got carried away.' He continued to think. "That's for sure. Once she gets going, she's like lit dynamite. She can't stop. She is one hot wife.'

Emma noticed Gerald staring at Aiko and Bill united in their sexual embrace.

"It's hot, isn't it?" she said.

"Do you want me to turn up the air-conditioning?" Gerald smirked.

"Smart ass," she replied. "You know what I mean. That's a hot scene between those two over there. And it's making me hot and horny too!"

"Oh, I can tell," he said stretching out each word and raising the pitch of his voice. "You're hot and horny. I'm hot and horny. And I think we both think that sex is a really nice spectator sport but it's hell of a lot more fun to do it. Don't you agree?"

"Now you're talking," she squealed delightedly. She grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and lifted it over her head.

"Like them?" she asked.

"Absolutely," he replied.

Now Gerald could see what he had stroked. He had already discovered she wasn't wearing a bra. Despite being slightly shorter than Aiko, she had distinctly larger tits. He was impressed.

Gerald loved tits, big or small, but then he loved all parts of the female anatomy, hips and lips, asses, legs and thighs. If it belonged to a woman, he loved it. The only types of women he didn't like were the extremes, either too thin or bony, or too fat or flabby. He also was not partial to women whose shoulders were wider than their hips. He liked women with baby-bearing hips, a feature shared by all three women. Most of all he loved the feel of soft female pussy wrapped around his hard male cock. There was no better place on Earth for a cock than a woman's pussy.

"No fair," Emma observed, "I'm completely naked."

Smiling, Gerald saw he was in a state of deshabille. Quickly he removed his clothing.

Catching him off-balance, Emma pushed back onto the sofa jumped onto his lap, her legs spread on either side of him and her gorgeous tits thrusting into his face. Gerald felt her pussy hairs brushing his cock. Her sweet pussy was oh so close to his own hard rod.

Emma kissed him passionately. Both Gerald's tongue and his cock responded immediately. He broke the kiss only to lick and suck her breasts.

The eroticism of the situation overtook Gerald. As much as he wanted to explore her pussy with his cock, he decided it would enhance their mutual pleasure if he prolonged their lovemaking.

"You're a handsome man, Gerald," she gasped. "I can't believe how much I want you. Please, fill me with your cum," she whispered in his ear.

"No, not yet, you sweet thing" he said, "I want to taste your pussy first. I just know you're going to taste really good."

Gerald didn't quite catch the import of what Emma just said.




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"Okay," she said agreeably. "I'd like that."

Gerald lay down on his back. It was an invitation to her to sit on his mouth.

She gently moved her hips so as to caress his mouth with her labia. She imagined herself using them like the lips on her mouth. She felt Gerald respond in kind as he licked, kissed, and French-kissed her nether lips. Once in a while, she reached behind to stroke his rigid member.

"I knew you'd taste good," he mumbled from between her legs.

Emma could tell from what he was doing that he really meant it. Although she wanted to have his cock between her legs she had no intention of interrupting the pleasure he was giving her with his mouth.

Suddenly, Emma came. Her sexual fluids poured into his mouth and bathed his face.

She continued to sit on his face and then suddenly realized she could be smothering him. She lifted herself up.

He smiled. "My turn," he announced.

At first, Emma took him to mean he wanted a blowjob. But as soon as she got off, she saw him reach for a condom, rip off the packaging, and unrolled it on his cock.

"It isn't really necessary," she told him.

But she was barely descending from her climatic peak. There was no time to debate the merits of a bare cock. She wanted more. Now. She grabbed his sheathed organ and directed it into her warm recesses.

"Oh yeah," she signed. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Please, please just fuck me!"

'She's hot and she's not the least bit shy,' Gerald thought to himself. 'I like that. A hot woman is a fun woman.'

Gerald lay on his back, letting Emma do most of the work. Using her pelvis to good effect, she rode his cock, grunting and groaning with each ride up and down his stiff member. Gerald reached for her breasts to massage them. He wanted to kiss, nibble and lick them but that wasn't possible as long as she was sitting straight up on his equally straight cock.

Gerald sat up, grabbed around her back and then pulled her down on top of him. Emma was forced to straighten out her legs as she fell on his chest, but she didn't let go of his cock.

Still holding onto her tightly, Gerald enjoyed the feel of her breasts brushing against his chest as they thrust against each other. Their bodies took on a natural sexual rhythm that spoke to the torrid pleasure they felt for each other's body. He thrust up into her; she ground down onto him.

After a few minutes, Gerald felt the build-up in his cock, signalling an approaching orgasm. His cock felt like it was expanding, trying to reach ever deeper into Emma's womb.

"I'm too excited, Emma, we have to slow down or I'm going to blow."

"I barely had the chance to come down from first orgasm," she panted. "I'm ready already. "Fuck me hard. Cum."

That was all Gerald needed to hear. Thrusting furiously against each other, their copulation reached its climatic end in simultaneous orgasms.

They lay still for a few moments, his cock still inside her. But as Gerald felt his cock begin to deflate, he put his fingers on the condom's rim, and pulled out his cock.

"Sorry lover," Gerald said, "but I've got to remove this condom before it starts to leak."

With a peck on his lips, Emma got off and flopped down beside him. "You're a fantastic lover," she declared. "But I wish you didn't put that condom on though. I wanted to enjoy the feel of your load splashing inside my womb."

While holding Emma in his arms, Gerald looked around the room to see what else was going on. The other couples were done as done, each affectionately stroking their current partner.

As for Aiko, the last thing he saw before his passion for Emma overtook him was Bill mounting Aiko from behind. He never did see how Norman and Wei-ling concluded their lovemaking. He was too focused on pleasuring Emma to wonder what the others did.

Wei-ling broke the silence. "You know, guys, this has been great fun but we have a port call tomorrow and, as I remember, we've all booked excursions. Ours is early in the morning. So as much as hate to do it, we've to call it a night."

"But we're back at sea the day after tomorrow. Right?" Norman said.

"Right," Bill said. "So let's agree to have a party the day after tomorrow, in our suite of course, as we have the room. By then we'll have recovered our energy from this evening's activities and tomorrow's excursions. Aiko, Gerald, we would love to see you again too."

Gerald and Aiko only smiled but said nothing as they wanted to talk to each other first. With that, the two guest couples returned to their own staterooms – with their clothes on of course.



The sexual odyssey continues in Chapter 5 A Massage and a Game: The frisky foursome relate their first swinging experiences.



A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 05



Author's Note:

My special thanks to The Soulful Bard for reviewing and improving my story.

All errors are strictly mine.

* * *

All three couples had arranged their excursions prior to boarding the cruise ship. Not surprisingly, Weil-ling and Bill, as well as Emma and Norman, had arranged their excursions together. Aiko and Gerald had chosen a different one. It gave the couple a chance to have a private discussion.

Although Gerald was reasonably sure his hot wife had enjoyed herself, he wanted to make sure. "I know we agreed to do what we did, but I'm still a little worried you might feel some guilt or resentment," Gerald said. "I'll be straight with you," he continued. "I had a really good time, but what bothered me the most was that might be jealous."

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous? How could I be jealous of you after what you did for me on our first cruise, you know, with Bob. If anything, I still owe you one."

Gerald felt the need to explain his feelings, and explain he did.

"Over the years, I've seen relationships go completely sour because one spouse has affairs, and thinks it's okay," Gerald explained. "Worse, the cheating spouse has the nerve to become extremely jealous when his or her own spouse does the very same thing. You know from your experience with Bob. I didn't get jealous. But you are a different person with a different personality. And a very lovable personality too," he added for good measure. "In real life, some people have double standards. I once knew a guy who fooled around on his wife and had the gall to think that was okay. When his wife decided yo have an affaire of her own, he went totally ballistic! What a hypocrite!"

The light clicked on in Aiko's mind. Now she understood. He was worried she would resent his enjoyment with Emma.

Gerald was still explaining himself. "There was always the danger that we would get into swinging thinking we were okay with it, especially because we laid down some solid rules for the two of us to follow. But the real thing can be different. Watching me enjoy myself with another woman might have sparked a streak of jealousy you weren't even aware of even as you made out with Bill."

"You're raising good points, hon," Aiko affirmed. "So let me be clear. I am not jealous. I'm glad you enjoyed having sex with Emma. I really do want you to have a good time too."

Gerald kissed his wife. "I figured that out already," he said reassuringly, "but I wanted to let you know what nagged at me for a short while. I'm not bothered by it any more."

"Did watching Bill fuck me bother you in some way?" she wondered. "You seemed okay with it at the time."

"No, it didn't," Gerald said emphatically. He kissed her again. "Besides, I was too busy enjoying Emma. You had a good time too, right?" he asked.

Aiko smiled. "Of course, dear" she declared. "It was wild and exciting and fun. Swapping spouses was, well, delightfully sinful. And what were you thinking while Bill and I were going at it." She hugged him tightly as she said it.

"Ah, my little Japanese cherry blossom," Gerald responded. "I'm always happy to see you enjoy yourself. It was a real turn-on to see Bill mount your lovely, sexy little body. But fucking perky, impish Emma, an entirely new and very horny little female, was an even bigger turn-on for me than watching you two. As you know, I like spectator sports but I like participatory sports even more."

"So does this mean you want to resume festivities with them tomorrow?" she asked.

"I do. And you?"

"Yeah, me too."

"We've really changed, haven't we?" Gerald observed. "We used to be so prim and proper. Now we're real swingers."

* * *

After the three couples came back from their excursions, they met at their assigned table. For a while the discussion focussed on their excursions.

"Are you guys coming to our party tomorrow? Bill asked addressing Aiko and Gerald.

"Yes, we are," Gerald confirmed.

The other two couples were clearly pleased with their decision.

"Aiko and I are curious to hear about your first-time swinging experiences. Would you guys mind telling us?" Gerald asked the other two couples.

"Of course," Bill said obligingly. "We'll tell you our story first, then Emma and Norman, then you theirs." A thought suddenly occurred to him. "Have you guys swung before?"

"Sort of, I guess," Gerald answered. "It was more a share than a swap."

"We'll save your story for last," Bill said. "It sounds interesting."

After the six friends had settled into their places, Bill began recounting their story.

"When I sold my business a few years ago," Bill said, "Wei-ling and I decided we'd take a two-month tour of a few Asian countries. We spent a month in China, three weeks seeing the sites across the country, and a week her relatives who live near Hong Kong."

"What did you enjoy the most?" asked Aiko.

"Sichuan for the food and Hunan for its magnificent natural beauty," Bill replied. "Although I have to say that Wei-ling much preferred the food of her home province."

"Tell them about Zhangjiajie," Wei-ling interjected.

"Are you guys fans of natural beauty?" he asked.

Aiko and Gerald nodded.

"And are you familiar with the James Cameron move 'Avatar'?"

"That was a really good movie," Gerald said. "I'm a sci-fi fan; Aiko not so much. She likes chick flicks."

"Zhangjiajie is in Hunan province. It was used as the backdrop, digitized of course, for the battle fought between the invaders from Earth and the dragon-riding Na'vi."

"Really!" Gerald was clearly both interested and fascinated.

"Hey, you two," Emma interrupted. "You can talk about tours some other time. Get back to your story."

"Point well taken," Bill said. "From Hong Kong, we flew to Singapore, toured Malaysia, returned to Singapore and the took a flight to Bangkok where we decided to enjoy our first real Thai-style massage in the country of its origin."

"We had a Thai-style massage in Vietnam," Gerald said interrupting Bill. "It was great. We felt really good and relaxed after that."

"Did yours turn out the way theirs did?" Emma guffawed.

Aiko and Gerald glanced at her curiously, wondering what she was talking about. Norman gave her a warning look.

Emma noticed their reaction. "Obviously not."

"Let Bill tell his story, you little imp," Norman admonished. "All will be made clear soon enough."

Bill resumed his story. "We didn't know where to go to get a massage. Fortunately for us, the taxi driver who took us to downtown Bangkok spoke a little English. He recommended a district where several such massage establishments were located, but he warned us we might be out of luck because the next was a Thai important holiday; most businesses would close early.

"We tried several places," Wei-ling elaborated. "All of them were already closed. We were about to give up when we just happened to notice a massage establishment that still seemed open because we saw some activity inside. So we walked in. We were greeted a beautiful young lady who told us in fairly decent English that the place was about to close."

"We pleaded with her to take us but she adamantly refused," Bill continued. "We were just about to leave when a middle-aged lady came into the front office. She must have heard us. The young lady explained the situation to her. Their discussion was all in Thai. We had no idea what they were talking about except that it had something to do with us."

Bill stopped for a moment to sip his wine.

"The sweet young thing turned back to us and said, 'Boss says she and her husband will do massage. Okay?' She pointed to a list of services and their prices in bhats and U.S. dollars. 'Please choose and pay first.' It was our only chance for an original Thai massage. So we quickly agreed and paid for a full massage. The sweet young thin then left."

Emma had a broad smile on her face, relishing the story. Obviously, she and Norman had already heard the story. Norman gave her another warning look. She pouted like a little girl. Norman laughed and wagged his finger at her.

Everyonel was amused by their interplay. Bill continued his story.

"The lady pointed to herself and said 'Chimlin.' I took that to be her name. I later found out that it meant 'cute.' And indeed she was, even if she was middle-aged. Something like Emma," he added, "just not as noisy."

Emma did her little-girl pout again. The others laughed. Norman was shaking his head. Nobody else knew her mischievous streak better than he did.

"She was petite and her eyes were two of the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. They were dark and yet they shone brightly with both happiness and, I thought, smouldering sensuality."

"Wei-ling poked. "Get on with the story, you horny bastard," she said good-naturedly.

Emma's innuendos, Bill's reminiscence and Wei-ling's comment began to add up. It now dawned on Aiko and Gerald that Bill was about to tell the juicy part of their first swinging experience.

"She took us inside," Bill continued, "and gave us each a large towel. Through gestures, she indicated to us that we should disrobe and wrap the towels around our waists."

"I must have looked uncertain what to do, but I was actually nervous about being bare-breasted," Wei-ling interrupted, "because Chimlin grabbed my towel and tied it around my waist for me. She just pointed to a bench. So we sat down and made ourselves comfortable."

Bill took up the story again. "Chimlin left us. A few minutes later, she and her husband came back carrying buckets that contained steamy hot water and a mixture of strongly aromatic herbs."

"Then we got out first surprise," Wei-ling added. "Chimlin was naked from the waist up when she came back. I think she was trying to put me at ease."

"I had a hard time getting my eyes off her lovely little orbs of hers," Bill confessed. "They were so cute and suckable. I had to suppress the thought, though, because it was giving me a hard-on. I sincerely hoped they didn't notice."

Norman laughed. "I bet they noticed."

Bill continued with a smirk. "Probably, but if they did, they didn't let on. Anyway, Chimlin introduced her husband as Somchair, which I later found out meant 'manly'. He later lived up to his name," Bill added parenthetically. "He wasn't much taller than his wife, about the same height as Wei-ling, but he certainly was very muscular. He looked like an older Tony Jaa, a Thai martial artist who starred in an action movie called 'Ong-bak'. Think of him as a Thai Jet Li. It wouldn't have been surprised if Somchair was a martial artist too.

"You have to be strong to do a proper massage," Gerald said in commentary, "just like those masseuses in Vietnam."

"Did your massage lead to your first swinging experience?" Emma probed.

"No it didn't," Gerald answered.

"Come on, Emma, keep your blouse on," Norman admonished. "They'll have their turn to tell their story."

Emma pouted again. She wasn't very patient.

Bill sounded slightly exasperated her interjections. He resumed his story with a sigh.

"After they put down the buckets, they disappeared. We soaked our feet in the hot water for about 15 minutes. Then they came back. Chimlin started to massage my feet. Somchair did the same for Wei-ling. They knew all the pressure points and sometimes they would stick a knuckle in one of them causing as to say an 'oh' or an 'ah'. It gave us an odd combination of both pain and pleasure, but it did make our feet feel better. But you know that already," he said addressing Aiko and Gerald.

"Yeah, we do, Gerald replied. "You don't need to get into details about that."

"Okay, but I have to say that any pain she may have caused my feet was more than made up for by the view of her gorgeous golden globes. She noticed that I noticed. She didn't seem to mind. She graced me a beautiful little smile and a wink."

"And what was your perspective, Wei-ling?" Aiko asked.

"Well, I was admiring the way Somchair's muscles were rippling as he massaged my feet and worked his way up my leg. He noticed Bill taking more than a casual interest in his Chimlin's beautiful breasts. He pointedly looked at mine and gave me a broad smile. Clearly he admired mine as well. He also upped the ante by peeking between my legs to see what my towel was hiding. He just grinned, shrugging his shoulders."

"How did you react to that?" Aiko asked directing her question to Bill.

"What could I say? I just shrugged my shoulders too," Bill said.

"After massaging our feet and legs, they gestured to us to climb onto the massage tables and lie on our bellies. They loosened out towels and laid them across our asses. They started with a head massage, then gradually and systematically worked their way down our necks, our shoulders and our backs. It was so relaxing. We felt a very satisfying languor in our bodies. We almost fell asleep. But you know the feeling," he said addressing Aiko and Gerald.

"Yeah, we know," Gerald agreed.

"Then Chimlin said 'mar-ree?' pointing back and forth between us, Bill said. "I wasn't sure if that was a Thai word or a mangled version of an English word she happened to know. It took me a moment to realize that she was trying to say 'marry', in other words asking if we were married. I don't speak any foreign languages myself," he admitted. "So I asked Wei-ling to try her luck with Mandarin and Cantonese. It turned out that Somchair knew some Mandarin."

"So what was Chimlin trying to say?" Aiko asked.

"She was asking us if we were married. We asked the same question. Somchair said they to were married too," Wei-ling replied. "When asked why she would ask such a question, Somchair replied that it was unusual in Thailand to see an interracial couple. He also said North Americans were often prudish about even partial nudity. We seemed to take our near-nudity in stride."

"And?" Aiko asked.

"Well, they continued their massage," Wei-ling replied, "slowly working their way down our backs again. And then we got our second surprise. They pulled off our towels and started massaging out butt cheeks!"

"It felt really good," Bill said smirking. "But I have to confess Chimlin's attention caused me to start having a hard-on. She brushed my balls lightly with her fingers. I thought it was accidental. I enjoyed it but felt embarrassed at the same time."

"And what did you feel, Wei-ling?" asked Aiko her tone revealing her salacious interest.

"It felt really good to me too. While Somchair massaged my ample ass, he slid his fingers over my asshole and across through perineum, the area between my asshole and vulva." Wei-ling giggled. "He was turning me on. At one point, I let out an 'oh'. No doubt, Somchair managed a few more peeks between my legs. The thought of it turned me on even more. I'll bet his nose told him a few things too because my pussy was getting wet!"

"Oh, that's so exciting," Emma interjected.

"When I turned my head to look at Bill, I saw Chimlin brush Bill's balls. Bill had a huge grin on his face. I told Bill this was beyond a normal massage."

"And I reminded Wei-ling that we had talked and fantasized about swinging. So I asked her if she was ready and willing to go for the real thing, if it went further, or did she want to stop it."

"I told Bill I was really nervous. I had butterflies in my stomach. My mouth was dry; my pussy was wet. Bill said he felt the same except that he had no pussy but he admitted to having a hard-on."

"Then they asked us to roll onto our backs," Bill said. "It was now or never."

"I didn't know what to say or do," Wei-ling added. "I chickened out. I told Bill to make the decision. He reminded me that it could end up in sex. I told I would go along with whatever he decided."

"So I flipped over first," Bill said. "Chimlin could see my cock was now completely erect. She just smiled and took the towel away."

"Somchair then took my towel off. I flipped over," said Wei-ling. "Now Somchair had an unobstructed view of the front of my entire body."

"At first they continued their massage," Bill said. "But not for long. They worked their way down the front our bodies and continued passed our belly buttons. Chimlin put her hands and fingers through my public hair. She massaged the area around my cock and balls. She caressed my perineum, the back of her hand bumped against my balls. Suddenly, she stuck the tip of her finger into my asshole. I groaned with both surprise and delight at the unusual sensation but I didn't object. She said something in Thai which I took to mean 'relax.' So I did. She stuck her whole finger in my asshole and began to massage my prostrate. It felt both strange but good. Her other hand grasped my cock and stroked it."

Bill took a deep breath. He clearly relished the memory.

"After massaging my cock and prostate for a while, she withdrew her finger from my asshole. She washed her hands, came back, and then grabbed my dick again. Oh man, they way her hand went up and down my cock felt so good. By then I was pretty convinced her intention was to give me a handjob. But I was wrong, she directed it into her mouth! The sensation was unbelievable!"

Wei-ling took up the story. "Somchair used a similar technique. He stuck one finger in my asshole and another in my pussy, massaging them both at the same time. I saw him watch his wife put Bill's cock into her mouth. She sucked it eagerly. He showed no hint of jealousy."

"He was too busy enjoying you, sweetheart," Bill interjected.

Wei-ling continued. "After a few minutes, Somchair removed his fingers from my holes. He pressed gently against my inner thighs, urging me to spread my legs wider. I did. I was eager in ahe anticipation of things. He alternately licked and sucked my slit and clit. The whole situation was so erotic, so exotic, that I lost control. Soon I was so horny, I was willing him to let him do whatever he wanted. Suddenly I came all over his mouth. He seemed to relish the taste of me. I turned to look at Bill around just in time to see Bill cum into Chimlin's mouth."

"And that was it?" Aiko asked almost eagerly.

"Good question, Aiko!" Emma interjected. "Now we know Aiko likes sexy stories too," she added laughing.

"We all took a few minutes break after that to freshen up, "Wei-ling continued. "They brought us some food, which we ate ravenously. When we were finished, they led us to a small heated pool. It was an obvious invitation to enter the pool and enjoy some more of their company."

"Once we were in the pool, Bill resumed, "Chimlin urged me to sit on an underwater bench. Somchair directed Wei-ling to a similar underwater bench on the opposite side. He sat behind Wei-ling, straddling his legs on each side of her, and started to massage her breasts."

"His cock was at full attention," Wei-ling said. "The feel of it against my back, and the knowledge that this handsome man wanted to make love to me, started to make me feel horny again. After a few minutes, he asked me get up. He grabbed my hips to turn me around so that I faced him. With his hands still on my hips, he pulled me down until I straddled his lap. He licked and sucked my breasts. Of course his hard-on was now pressed against my lower belly. I knew he wanted me, and the truth be said, I wanted him too! I wanted to feel him inside me."

"I watched them for a little while," Bill resumed his side of the story. "I decided to give Chimlin as good as Wei-ling got from Somchair. When I saw Somchair urge Wei-ling to get up and turn around to face him, I did the same to Chimlin. By then I'd overcome my initial shyness in letting a woman, who I had just met, see my hard-on. By now, I was just too excited to care any more. I gave her all the attention she deserved. When I saw Wei-ling and Somchair in their erotic embrace. I didn't have to be a genius to realize that my wife was enjoying sexual attention. And damn it all! I was enjoying that man's lovely wife too!"




A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 05



"Isn't this a hot story?" Emma finally interrupted.

Both Aiko and Gerald agreed.

"Very hot," said Aiko." Her mouth was dry.

Wei-ling took up the story. "I was so hot and horny. I reached a point where I didn't care about anything. All I wanted was his golden rod in my vagina. I was completely caught up in the sexual heat of the moment. I looked at Bill and gave him the most pleading look I could. I was about to make a rash decision, all for the sake of a cock!"

"Chimlin and I saw the look in Wei-ling's eyes," Bill said. "Before I could react, Chimlin lifted herself off my lap. I thought she was going to suck my cock again. But I was wrong. She gave me a really big smile, grabbed my cock, pointed it at the opening and sat down! I was in her right up to the hilt. She was soaking wet."

"When I saw Bill's cock sink into her body, I lost all restraint," Wei-ling said. "Somchair urged me to get off his lap. He lined up his cock to my pussy and then he pulled me down on top of it. Oh god, it felt so good to have his prick stuffed deep into my interior. I wasted no time riding up and down his cock. I started cumming almost right away. I shrieked into a climax. But Somchair still didn't cum. Instead, he continued pumping into me, slowly increased his rhythm, then harder and harder. He made me cum one more time when finally he gushed deep inside me. It was ecstasy!"

"While they were going at it," Bill said, "I drew my petite golden goddess deeper into my arms. Her crease was hot and wet. I started kissing her very passionately. I was so worked up. My cock felt as if it was expanding inside her, almost as if it were trying to reach into the deepest recesses of her womb. We rutted like animals. I felt her tremble with an orgasm. She must have come two or three times. Finally, my second orgasm of the afternoon hit me. It was over but we held onto each enjoying the warmth from each other's bodies. After a few minutes, we looked at our spouses. They looked exhausted but happy."

"We went back to our hotel after that," Wei-ling said. "We were in an almost dream-like state. Our experience was that satisfying."

* * *

"Wow," Gerald said. "I've never heard anything hotter!"

"Me neither," Aiko added. "But can I ask a personal question?"

"Sure," Bill said.

"You didn't mention the use of safes," Aiko observed.

"We didn't," Bill said. "Wei-ling had complications after her last child was born. I had myself fixed after my last one was born from my first marriage."

"But weren't you taking a risk?" she insisted. "After all, they could have had a sexually transmitted disease."

"You raise a good point, Aiko," Bill said. "To be honest, we weren't really thinking much at all about that. We should have. We let our lust carry us away. We really didn't think or care about anything else but our sexual gratification. But I also have to say we didn't get the impression that Chimlin and Somchair were normally promiscuous. So we thought we were safe. Still, it was careless of us. So we had ourselves checked out after we returned home. We were clean. Since then, we've packed condoms just in case an unexpected adventure came our way again. Then you two came into the picture."

"Am I hearing you correctly, Bill?" Aiko asked. You mean to say that, when it's just the four of you, you don't use condoms?"

"That's right. We don't use condoms when it's just the four of us," Emma confirmed. "But we have a rule. If we have sex with people other than the four of us, we have to use condoms. If you had not been so pre-occupied by Wei-ling and Norman's sex show a couple of nights ago, you would have noticed they were using no condom."

"Now that you mention it, Emma," Aiko said, "I don't remember seeing them put one on."

But Gerald wanted to, hear Emma and Norman's story. "Well, what was your first time like," he asked them.

"Let's take a break first," Bill suggested. "Nature calls. I'm hungry. And our sitting is only an hour away. As much as I hate to disrupt our fun, we need to clean up and get dressed for sinner. We'll meet in the restaurant. Emma and Norman can tell us their story there." Bill grinned. "Then it's your turn."

* * *

Once the six tablemates had settled into their regular places and their main courses delivered, Bill opened up the conversation by asking Emma and Norman to tell about their first time swinging experience."

"They were our first time," Norman said nodding toward Bill and Wei-ling."

"Well, tell us about," Gerald demanded.

"As you already know," Norman said, "Bill and I have been buddies for a long time. We can tell each other things we'd never dream to tell anyone else. That's how much we trust each other. So when Bill told me what happened to them in Bangkok, I was totally incredulous that they would do such a thing. And I said so."

"And I told Norman," Bill interjected, "that there was nothing wrong with what we did because what we did we did together. Sure, we didn't expect or seek out sex with the Thai couple. It just happened, and obviously, we're not sorry it did."

"When I got home," Norman said, "I told Emma what Bill had told me."

"I laughed," Emma interjected. "I already knew because Wei-ling had already told me a couple of days earlier. She made me promise not tell Norman anything until Bill had a chance to talk to him."

"Wow, talk about a surprise," Aiko said.

"At first, I was stunned by what Wei-ling told me. I was absolutely speechless," Emma said. "I thought she was try to play some kind of elmaborate practical joke on me. But Wei-ling was insistent. She said she wasn't joking. It actually happened."

Wei-ling laughed at the memory. "Emma just stood there with her mouth open. Normally, she almost always has something to say, but this time, she was pretty quiet for a while. It was funny seeing her gape, but I knew her curiosity would win out in the end. It did. She made me tell her all about it and in detail."

"Now that I knew my best buddy and his wife were swingers," Norman resumed, "I got curious. I asked him if it changed his attitude toward Wei-ling and what impact the incident had on their sex life."

"I told Norman my attitude toward Wei-ling didn't change at all," Bill said. "As surprised as we were by what happened, we were also flattered that Chimlin and Somchair had found us attractive enough to want us sexually. As for our sex life, it improved after that, partly by recalling our experience, and partly because we had learned a few massage techniques both for sensual foreplay as well as relaxation."

"We've always been good friends with Bill and Wei-ling," Emma continued, "but I had to wonder why they'd tell us something that other people might consider to be outlandish, if not outrageous, behaviour. I began to suspect they were sending a signal to us, you know, to swing with them."

"That was my thinking too," Norman said. "It made me a little nervous too. I didn't know what to say. So I kept my mouth shut. But you know Emma. Eventually she gets to the heart of the matter."

* * *

"A few days later," Norman continued, "Emma suddenly asked me if I was attracted to Wei-ling and if I wanted to bed her. She didn't even give me a chance to answer."

Emma jumped in. "I told Norman it was obvious he was attracted to Wei-ling because I've caught him ogling Wei-ling when he thought no one, including me, was noticing. And his look matched the tent in his pants. Of course, a man would have to be dead not to be attracted to Wei-ling."

"You see!" Norman interjected, "she doesn't give me a chance to talk. She just takes over."

Emma ignored the comment. "Over the years," she continued, "I saw Bill give me very similar lecherous looks. I pretended not to notice although I was secretly flattered. Our husbands are not very good at hiding their sneaky peeks at our goodies. I knew Norman would be embarrassed if he admitted to his lustful thoughts. So, before he had a chance to answer, I confessed to being attracted to Bill and even having an occasional fantasy with him in it."

She totally surprised me," Norman admitted. "I thought no one noticed me giving Wei-ling the eye. Now I found out my wife was doing the same and she hid her secret desires even better than I did! I was too busy ogling Wei-ling to notice my own wife's wandering eye."

"I knew what Norman would think or ask next," Emma continued. "I told him flat-out I had never and would never do anything behind his back. There was no way I was going to hurt our marriage or our friendship with Bill and Wei-ling. I also told him I truly believed he had never cheated on me. I would've noticed the tell-tale behaviour."

Norman resumed his narrative. "That broke the tension between us. I was relieved. She may be petite but you don't mess with Emma. I was afraid to ask her the next question."

"I could tell what my bubby was thinking," Emma said. "So I asked him if wanted to explore swinging with them. Without waiting for an answer, I told him I was interested. I also admitted the thought of swinging with Bill and Wei-ling made me both nervous and excited at the same time."

"I asked her how we'd go about approaching our friends," Norman said.

"And I reminded Norman that they'd already approached us," Emma continued. "All they needed to know was that we were interested. I told him I'd handle it because Wei-ling and I like to do a lot of girl talk."

"And..." Aiko said wanting to hear more.

"I talked to Wei-ling a few days later. I told her we were willing to try swinging, but we didn't really know how to go about it or what to do."

Bill, who had been quiet for a while, entered into the conversation. "Wei-ling told me about her talk with Emma. We decided to introduce them to swinging by playing a game called Libertins, which we downloaded free from the Internet. It's two-stage game. The first stage involves erotic activities and stripping until every one is nude, but no sex. That happens in the second stage of the game. We figured that the first stage would give them a chance to change their minds before things got too far, or get them hot enough to want to continue."

"So I told Emma about our plan. And she went for it!" Wei-ling said.

"And I told Norman, we could back out at any time," Emma said, "and that our friends would understand."

"We invited them over on a Saturday," said Wei-ling. "We had a great barbecue, eating and drinking on and off all day and into the evening. We had no kids around to complicate our day. The weather was perfect. The food was perfect. We had a lot of fun as good friends always do."

Bill took up the story at this point. "When it started get a little cool outside, I suggested we go inside to the rec room and made ourselves comfortable.

"Once Bill made that suggestion, I became as nervous as hell. My hands turned sweaty," Emma said. "The big moment was approaching."

Bill took up the story again. "I explained rules of the game and reminded them again that they could pull out at any time."

"Let me explain the rules to Aiko and Gerald to give them a sense of what the game is like," Wei-ling suggested to Bill.

"Okay," he agreed. "Go ahead."

"Play involves each player moving an avatar using an 8-sided dice along squares much like you do in Monopoly," she explained. "Some squares require the player to follow an instruction such as pulling from a pile of cards. Men and women have separate piles. The cards are shuffled and put facedown on the board."

"The youngest one had to start," Bill added. "That turned out to Wei-ling, followed by Emma, then Norman and finally me. Only weeks separate Emma's birthday from Wei-ling and my birthday from Norman's. Persons of the same sex had to sit opposite each other. So Norman sat on Wei-ling's left and I sat on her right. Emma had Norman on her right and me on her left."

"So I threw first," Wei-ling said, "a 5. I landed on a square that said 'Two players will massage you'."

"Bill looked at me, smiled and shrugged his shoulders," Norman said. "He had no problem with the idea of me massaging his wife for one minute. So I did and so did he."

"Then it was my turn," said Norman. "I threw a 6. Since five was a fork leading to two separate paths, I could choose which direction I wanted to go. The right fork would've taken me to a square that said, 'Kiss the player to your left'. That was Emma. So I took the left fort which said, 'kiss all willing players. I kissed Emma first and then Wei-ling. Kissing Bill was not an option," he said jokingly.

"I would've bopped your nose," Bill said.

"Norman was only going to kiss me on my lips," Wei-ling chuckled, "but I wanted none of that. I French-kissed me until he French-kissed me back.

"Then it was my turn to throw the dice, said Emma." I threw a 5 and got the same treatment as Wei-ling."

"When it was my turn I three an 8," said Bill. "Taking the right fork would've landed on a square that said 'Stroke the breast of the player on your right.' But that happened to be Emma. So I put my hand under her blouse from behind and massaged her breast. I had always wanted to hold those lovely fleshy mounds of hers. I didn't bother to look where the left fork might've led."

Aiko looked questioningly at Emma.

"I got really excited when he massaged by breasts," she answered the unasked question. "I closed my eyes and hoped it would last for a long time. But it didn't. The game still had a long way to go."

"It took a while," Bill reminisced, "because you keep going around the board until all the players lost their clothes. To be fair, we had decided in advance that we all officially wore only four articles of clothing: a t-shirt, shorts, socks and underwear for the men, a blouse, skirt, bra and panties for the women."

"So who was the first to reveal their naked glory?" Gerald asked.

"Me," piped up Emma, "after a lot of groping, kissing and teasing."

"Once we were all naked, Emma and Norman decoded they wanted to continue to play the game," Bill continued. "So we began to play the second stage."

"I made the first roll, a 2." Emma said. "I landed on a square that said, "Two players will do a 69 for 1 min.' So I rolled the dice to determine which guy and which girl would do it. Because there were eight sides to the dice but only four people, we agreed to assign two numbers to each player. So mine were 2 and 6. Norman's were 3 and 7, Wei-ling's 1 and 5, and Bill's 4 and 8."

Emma paused as she remembered what followed.

"I threw the dice, a 6! I had to a 69 but with who? So I rolled again. Another 6, so it didn't count. I rolled again. And this time I got a 3. I would have to a 69 with my husband in front of my friends!"

"Did you?" Aiko asked.

"Yeah, we did."

"It was really hot to watch them," Bill said.

"Then it was my turn to roll the dice," said Norman. "I rolled a 4. Since square 3 was a fork I chose to go left to a square which said 'Arouse a player until he/she gets excited.' I chose Wei-ling. I fondled her breasts, stroked thighs and let my fingers explore her hot hairy triangle. I looked to see Emma's reaction. She seemed mesmerized."

"We were already hot and horny after completing the first part of the game," Emma recalling with obvious excitement. "But the second stage was so much more intimate. We played a few more rounds but never really ended the game. Before I knew it, I found myself in Bill's arms. I felt him press his naked body against me, his hard cock against my belly. We kissed and stroked, making ourselves hotter and hornier."

Emma stopped for a moment to catch her breath.

"Easy girl," Norman said. "We're still in the restaurant."

"Sorry," she said. "Anyway, I was in a hopeless state of horniness," Emma continued. "Bill's hungry look told me he wanted sex with me as badly as I wanted sex with him. I saw Bill put on a condom. Remember, this was our first swap," she added parenthetically. "I looked at Norman. I saw he already had a condom on. So I knew what he wanted to do. No more words needed to be exchanged, just spouses. It was a hot night. I will never forget it."

"No kidding," Aiko said good-naturedly. Her face was flushed.

"You seem to like to hear the details even though it embarrasses you to hear them, Aiko," Emma observed laughing.

Aiko flushed again.

"You got that right," said Gerald as everyone else joined in the laughter.

"The next thing I remember," Emma continued, "Bill was pushing my thighs apart. He wanted me to open my legs more. I did. He took it for it was, an invitation to invade my body with his. He was so eager but he didn't rush it. He put his cock at my entrance and moved oh so slowly inside, sometimes stopping and retracting. I could feel the folds of my pussy wrap around his cock just as my legs wrapped around his waist. I was already so worked up. He made it worse by teasing me, withdrawing is cock until only its tip was in my whole. Then he plunged right back in again."

"And what about you, Norman?" Gerald asked.

"What can I say," said Norman. "Wei-ling is a very sexy woman. The lust in her eyes told me everything I needed to know. I could even smell her excitement. She was soaking wet even before I started stroking her pussy. The thought of having hot sex with my best friend's hot wife was almost too much for me. If I had any doubts, and I didn't," he laughed, "Wei-ling made sure I had no chance to change my mind! She grabbed my cock and cupped my balls. I thought I couldn't get harder but it sure felt like I did!"

"He's probably starting to get a hard-on just talking about it!" Emma laughed, whispering to her tablemates. "My old man is making himself horny."

"Touché," Norman said obviously embarrassed.

"This is not the time to be touched," she whispered to her husband. Emma obviously understood the literal meaning of the French word.

Norman's embarrassment deepened but he smiled good-naturedly.

"So what happened?" asked Gerald. "Are we getting to story's climax?"

Aiko poked her husband in the rib for his corny joke, smiling. "Gerald! Don't be so rude."

"You bet," Emma affirmed. "I opened my legs wider. I told Bill to stop teasing me and just do me. He charged right in, mounted me in one thrust, ramming me as if he were trying to bust down the castle doors. I loved it."

Her tablemates laughed at her vivid imagery.

"Now you know why I own a house and not a castle," Norman said dryly.

Everyone laughed.

"Wei-ling wasn't much slower," Norman said. "She grabbed my condom-covered cock, pointed it toward her entrance and sat down on my rod. Oh, what a wonderful feeling it was to have Wei-ling's sweet bun wrapped around my spicy sausage! I was so worked up I could barely hold back. I tried to warn her."

"I was ready and I told him to go for it," Wei-ling interjected.

"Once she said that, it was too much for me," Norman confirmed. "I lost all restraint. I think I had the biggest cum of my life that evening."

"What happened after that?" Gerald asked.

"We talked it out," Emma replied. "We agreed to take our friendship to a new level through shared sexual intimacy. We became close friends with terrific benefits."

"And what happened after that," Gerald asked.

"After a little rest, we made out again that evening," Bill said. "Sharing spouses seemed to have given us the energy for a second round much sooner than would normally have been the case."

"And when did you stop using condoms," Gerald asked.

"After that first night, the four of us had a frank talk," Wei-ling said. "We knew we were clean. We believed Emma and Norman when they told us they had never fooled around outside their marriage until they swung with us. We agreed safes weren't necessary as long as it was just us four us."

After Aiko and Gerald told their adventure during desert and coffee.

Finally, Bill noted that it was time to let the staff prepare the table for the second sitting. "Let's change into something more comfortable first, then continue our party in our stateroom. Say, in an hour?" he suggested.




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Everyone agreed.

Next time in Chapter 6 Friends with Benefits: The three loving couples continue their party onboard ship.



A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 06



Chapter 6 Friends with Benefits

Author's Note: All errors are strictly mine.

* * *

An hour later the three couples were back in Bill and Wei-ling's stateroom. In anticipation of the party, Aiko and Bill dressed down to t-shirts and shorts.

Aiko put her bra in the drawer. "I don't need this," she mumbled to herself.

"I don't think you need the underwear either," Gerald suggested.

Aiko looked sharply at her husband. "I don't want to take any chances that the stewards might see what they shouldn't. Are you trying to make it hard for them to do their jobs?" she asked.

Gerald laughed. "No, I'm just trying to make it hard for them."

It took a few moments before it dawned on Aiko what he was insinuating. He was playing with words, a double entendre.

She flushed in exasperation. "Oh you!"

"One flash is all it would take!" he laughed again.

When they arrived at their friends' stateroom, they saw that Emma and Norman were dressed to maintain a minimum level of decency. Wei-ling and Bill were wearing bathrobes."

"We didn't see the point in dressing only to undress again," Bill said shrugging his shoulders.

Norman approached Aiko, his eager, hungry look did little to hide what was on his mind. His attraction for the Japanese woman was obvious

"Aiko? Please, may we?" he asked, offering her his hand, his voice already husky with lust.

"Yes, let's," Aiko agreed. Her curiosity and nascent desire to find out what this big hairy man was like had already begun to overcome her earlier natural reserve.

Aiko and Norman took one of the beds. Sitting on it, they kissed, making no move as yet to remove their clothing.

Bill, meanwhile, took Emma into his arms, directing her toward the sofa. He had already removed his bathrobe. They were kissing, at first lightly and then with increasing passion. Bill's cock was erect. Emma had her hand on it. Bill was obviously making an offer Emma didn't refuse.

The sexy sextet's party was well underway.

* * *

Having briefly watched where the others were and what they were doing, Gerald turned to Wei-ling. "Shall we?" Gerald asked offering her his hand.

She took it with a big smile on her face. "Oh, I so want this, Gerald."

"So do I," he husked.

Gerald's throat was dry in anticipation of taking this beautiful woman in his arms for the first time.

"Let's go over there," he suggested point to the second, unoccupied bed.

They crossed the room to occupy their chosen spot. Gerald was no longer interested in what the other two couples were doing. Wei-ling was his focus. He relished the thought of exploring every part of her with his eyes, hands, mouth, body and finally his cock.

"Let me take your bathrobe off," Gerald said to Wei-ling.

"Okay," she smiled.

Wei-ling was eager. She yearned for his tight embrace, to feel his manly body press against her own curvy figure. She wanted to crush her breasts against his chest, and feel the hardness of his manhood against her belly.

Gerald unloosed the cord on Wei-ling's bathrobe. But he didn't remove it, at least not right away. He left it hanging loosely on her shoulders. It partially covered her breasts, allowing him to gaze in admiration at what was exposed, the slopes of her soft breasts, the valley between them, her smooth belly, and the black-haired triangle between her legs. Gerald saw only sweet delights.

Gerald decided to tease Wei-ling by savouring each touch of her body one part at a time. He slipped his arms inside her bathrobe. He put his hands on her waist and used them to follow the curve of her full, womanly hips. He just loved those hips. They were unusually wide for an Asian woman. They gave Wei-ling a sexually enticing allure that appealed to something deep in Gerald's sexual psyche.

After stroking her hips for a few moments, Gerald reached around her hips for her bottom cheeks. The motion caused the bathrobe to open wider, revealing more of her body to his sight. It also brought Gerald's body much closer to, but not quite touching, her.

Gerald saw the look of anticipation in Wei-ling's eyes. They told him she was aching for the touch of his body against hers. With his hands still on her ample ass, he pulled her in. Their bodies made contact as they wrapped their arms around each other. They kissed, at first with lips only, and then with their tongues too.

"Take off your clothes," she whispered breathlessly. "I want to feel your naked warmth against me."

Gerald stepped back for a moment, removed his t-shirt, his shorts and lastly his undershorts. Wei-ling could see he already had a partial erection.

Gerald walked back into her embrace to kiss her some more. While both his arms were holding onto Wei-ling, one of her hands slipped between them. As soon as she put her hand around the circumference of his penis, it inflated more quickly. It took only seconds of her touch to bring him to a full, rock-hard erection.

Wei-ling traced the ridges of his cock with the tips of her fingers, then grasped fully into her hand, stroking it almost tenderly. Occasionally, she let go of it to cup his balls, rolling them gently in her hand.

Gerald shivered at her touch. He let out a groan, He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her fingers stoking up and down his cock. He enjoyed her initiative. It left no doubt in his mind that she was sexually attracted to him.

As Gerald enjoyed her fondling, he stopped stroking Wei-ling's ass, but only for a moment, as another shiver of pleasure shook his body.

Gerald smiled. Wei-ling had upset his plan to tease her. Instead, she was teasing him! As much as enjoyed the warm, soft feel of her hand, he realized he risked climbing toward his peak too quickly. He had to regain the initiative in the erotic battle they had just begun. Wei-ling won the first skirmish.

As if he were waking up from a trance, Gerald's hands resumed their wandering underneath her bathrobe. He just could not get enough of her ass and hips. Meanwhile, when he was not kissing her, his mouth, his lips and his tongue to taste and touch her neck and ears.

The two lovers engaged in a sensual battle.

Gerald got down on his knees, forcing her to release her hold on his stiff member. He wrapped his arms around her hips and ass. He hugged her. He wanted to feel the sensuality of lower body against his chest, his hands travelling around her hips and buttocks. Sometimes he put one of his arms between her legs so that he could squeeze and massage her ass-cheek with both hands. His arm brushed against her pussy. His lips travelled across her belly.

Wei-ling moaned. The desire to give herself to this man grew stronger. The hunger to take all he had to offer intensified. Her pussy became wetter and her nipples harder with each and every touch of his hands and mouth as they explored whatever parts of her body they could reach.

"Oh, oh, it feels so good," she groaned.

Gerald stood up. Weil-ling grabbed his stiff cock again while he wrapped his arms around her back. Her hand was back on his trigger. His hands and arms flowed up and down her back for several moments before returning to her ample ass-cheeks.

Wei-ling's stroking of his male organ threatened Gerald's ability to control himself. He pressed her tightly against him, forcing her to release his cock. She put both her arms around his waist. Gerald thrilled at the feel of her soft luscious body against his. Although Wei-ling thrilled at the touch of his hard masculine body against her soft feminine one, she searched for the stiff member that had just escaped her grasp. She felt it against her body but every time she tried to put her hand on it, Gerald pulled her in more tightly to prevent her from carrying out her intention.

After a few moments, Gerald finally broke his embrace. He stood back. He turned her around so that he was now behind her. She looked questioningly at him.

"I know what you like," Gerald told his lover. "I like your sexual aggressiveness, but I don't want you to make me cum until you're ready too."

He pressed his male hardness against her erotically shaped ass. His cock twitched on contact with it.

Still standing behind her, Gerald reached around for Wei-ling's breasts. He cupped, fondled them. He worked his fingers around and over them. He enjoyed the softness of her mammary glands and the hardness of her nipples. He was glad she was still wearing her bathrobe. It reduced the sensuousness of his cock's contact against her and allowed him to focus on stoking Wei-ling's fire.

Wei-ling wanted to be in his embrace again, to hold onto his cock, but she also enjoyed what he was doing to her. She closed her eyes and sighed. She let him take the initiative for a while. Gerald had won the second round in their lusty war of the teases.

After stroking her breasts for a while, Gerald's hands wandered down the front of her body. Wei-ling felt their gentle strength as they moved slowly toward her furry patch. Gerald took his time to make sure no spot was left untouched.

Wei-ling became hot with anticipation as his skilful hands stroked the valleys where her thighs joined to her pelvis. She pushed back her bottom backwards, pressed her beautiful buttocks against Gerald's hard cock. His cocked jerked at her lewd contact. She caught Gerald off-guard. Her rearguard action gave her the win in the third round of the war of teases.

Gerald smiled. Although Wei-ling was a relatively quiet person in public, she was clearly no wallflower in matters of sex. She made it obvious what she wanted. Her hand had been on his tubular projection. Now her soft, curvaceous ass was pressing against it.

Gerald held back. 'Thank god,' for the bathrobe,' he thought, 'otherwise, I may have already almost control.

Their sexual battle was fully joined. There was a time and a place for what Wei-ling wanted. The place was already known but, as far as Gerald was concerned, the time wasn't quite right yet.

Gerald trailed his fingers upward across her belly back up towards her breasts again. Suddenly he stopped. He turned her around to face him. This time, Wei-ling made no attempt to reach for his cock.

Gerald's hands stroked her breasts again but only for a few moments. He pressed his mouth on a nipple, sucked on it as if he were trying to bring her whole breast deeper into his mouth. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. He went back and forth from one breast to the other for several minutes. It helped to reduce the tension in his stiff member.

Wei-ling sighed, "Oh yes, lover. Keep going. Don't stop. I love to have them sucked. I love what you're doing to me."

Her confession meant Gerald won the fourth round of their war of the teases.

Gerald stopped after a while. His hands worked their way upward toward the tops of her shoulders. With one deft movement, he lifted the bathrobe off her shoulders, letting them drape on his hands, and then let it drop to the floor behind her. He had seen this woman in all her naked glory only two days ago. But this time she was directly in front of his eyes, and his to enjoy!

Gerald nodded toward the bed. "Lie down on your side facing me," Gerald said. "I'm not done exploring you."

Wei-ling lay on her right side, propping her head up with her elbow, eager to see what he would do next.

At first, Gerald faced her in the same position. He used his free hand to travel up and down the side of her body, relishing each contour of her body. His mind kept coming back to her hips. Their erotic allure fascinated him. He kept returning to them; they were so enticing.

Still facing her, Gerald sat, shifting position so he could get a much closer look at her lower body. He wrapped his arms around her fully accessible left thigh. She obligingly lifted it to allow him to wrap his arms around them. Gerald hugged, stroked and kissed it, occasionally brushing her cleft with his fingers, making sure they travelled through every available fold and crack.

Gerald then he stroked the inner part of the other thigh, again enjoying the feel of her soft, velvety skin, then teasing her moistening pussy. He pushed Wei-ling down on her back. He wanted to enjoy this thigh in the same way as he had the other. He wrapped his arms around, hugged, kissed and stroked it.

While he was paying attention to her thighs, he threw glances at the treasure between her legs. His mouth watered in eager anticipation of enjoying her glorious femaleness.

Wei-ling moaned and sighed, enjoying his unusual erotic appreciation of her hips and thighs. Gerald's acute attention to them had a singularly unique erotic quality of its own. Wei-ling had never experienced something quite like this before. His ardour and admiration turned her on, made her excited.

She wondered what he would do next. She soon had her answer. His hand, still on her thigh, slid toward her hair-covered pussy, once more explore every fold and crack with as much skill and patience he had sown with her other thigh. He didn't believe in discriminating a woman's legs.

Gerald's hand went passed her vulva. He stroked her perineum. With the tip of his finger, he diddled her asshole. Gerald could tell she liked what he did. His skilful manipulation of every sensuous part of her lower body was too much for her to take. She grabbed his sock, stroked it. She trembled in anticipation of feeling his tubular muscle deep inside her.

Gerald sensed her readiness. His nose took in the sweet wet scent of her sexual excitement. He put his mouth on her pussy. For a while, he licked her labia and sucked her tiny, erect clitoral nub.

"You are so good," Wei-ling moaned. "Please let me suck your cock."

"Yeah," Gerald croaked. "Let's get into the 69-position."

Wei-ling flopped onto her back while Gerald got on his hands and knees above her. He lowered himself so that he could put his mouth on her wet pussy. His hard-on neared Wei-ling's face. She grabbed it and directed it into her mouth.

"Mmm, nice," said Wei-ling.

"Oh, you're good," said Gerald. "Too good. I don't want to shoot in your mouth."

Gerald took his cock out of her mouth. He adjusted his position so he could continue performing cunnilingus on while keeping his penis out of reach of her mouth. He wanted to prevent her from sticking his now very sensitive cock back into her mouth. He was on a hair-trigger, and he knew it. Wei-ling would have to satisfy herself with holding onto it while his active mouth paid lingual attention to what lay between her legs.

"I want your cock in me," she said.

"I will. I promise," Gerald said. "I stopped you from sucking my cock because I was too close to cumming. If that happened, you'd have to wait for a while before I could fire up my engine again to grant you your wish."

Gerald knew very well that women were far more capable of multiple orgasms than just about any man on the planet. It was his intention to bring her to her peak first. After several minutes of cunnilingus, Gerald heard the cry of joy and enjoyed the taste of her female nectar, both of which told he had succeeded in bringing about her climax. He won his erotic war with her.

* * *

When Aiko and Norman reached the bed, they removed their clothing almost immediately. Aiko paid very little attention to what her husband and Wei-ling were doing. She was, she couldn't quite come up with the right word, well, intrigued with her new lover, Norman.

Physically, the contrast between the two was startling. Aiko was petite and, like most Oriental women, almost hairless, except for her head and her neatly trimmed pussy. She regularly removed her armpit air. Norman was the opposite. He was the biggest of the three men. He was stout and very hairy, both features seeming to emphasize his large frame.

Hairiness was not new to Aiko. Her husband was a typical Caucasian of northern European descent. Hair covered every part of his body, even in the crack of his ass. Although Caucasian women were far less hairy than the Caucasian men, they were still hairier than an Oriental. Aiko knew that many of her white female colleagues regularly shaved their legs or used depilatories.

Although it had become fashionable among some Caucasian men to remove hair, especially on their chest, Gerald rejected the notion that he should follow suit by removing of his body hair. He made exceptions for beards and moustaches. He visited his barber regularly to keep his head hair short.

Gerald had to shave on a daily basis; the stubble on his face was obvious after only 24 hours. Sometimes, Gerald shaved in the evening too. Aiko giggled at the thought. Her husband knew she didn't like the bristle-like feel of his abrasive stubble on her chin when they kissed. So if he shaved in the evening, and they weren't going out, it was a sure bet he had sex on his mind. He shaved just before they came to Bill and Wei-ling's stateroom.

Norman obviously took no interest in removing his body hair either. The main difference between Norman and her husband was the colour of their hair. Gerald's hair was blond so it was visually less conspicuous than Norman's dark covering.

Norman's hair was so thick and so visible that Aiko thought of it as a fur coat. When Normally turned his back to her while putting his clothes out of the way, Aiko discovered another difference between her husband and her current lover. Hair covered most of his back. He was definitely hairier than Gerald. Because he was a big man, Norman reminded her of a bear. Bears were big and furry. Once formulated, the thought stuck in her mind. She couldn't get the image of Norman as a bear out of her head.

Aiko recalled that, when she first started going out with Gerald, she was at a loss what to think about his hairiness. At that time, the first descriptive word that entered her head was 'icky'. While they were dating, she got used to it. When their relationship became more serious and more intimate, she found herself actually becoming attracted to his hairiness.

Somewhere in the recesses of Aiko's mind, hairiness appealed to her at a primitive, almost primeval, animal-like level as a symbol of male vigour. When she and Gerald made love together, she actually loved the sensuousness of his hair brushing against her body.

Now she was in the presence of a man who was even hairier than her tall, Teutonic husband. The bottom line was obvious. She was not the least bit put off by her hirsute lover-to-be. Quite to the contrary, the erotic primitiveness of his fur coat turned her on.

In her own mind, Aiko concluded she had to have some kind of fetish for hairiness, or maybe, even for fur. She wondered what it would be like to be naked and then wear a mink coat inside out. The problem was she had no means of testing herself because she had no fur coat.

Aiko had heard of people, mostly women, with a fetish for fur. She recalled Gerald telling her that some people enjoyed reading or watching sex-oriented adult comics with characters known as 'furries'. In some of them, furries had sex with humans.

Norman's sudden touch broke Aiko out her reverie. She smiled at the thought of Norman, the bear-man, as a furry. All he needed was a tail and big hairy ears.

Norman enveloped her petite body within his huge size. A forest of hair seemed to surround her. 'Is this what wearing a fur coat inside out would feel like?' she asked herself.

As Norman's lips explored her neck, she felt the forest of fur on his arms travel up and down her back. The forest of hair on his belly tickled her completely hairless one.

Even more erotic was his fur-covered chest brushing against her smooth, soft, total hairlessness. His chest hair felt like a multitude of tiny fingers, caressing and teasing her mammaries and her sensitive nipples. Aiko felt a tremor of delight as they hardened.

She felt an urge to snuggle into his fur, to savour the scents of his skin underneath his hairy canopy. Somewhere in that forest of hair lurked a one-eyed monster, hiding, waiting for its prey. Aiko smiled at the imagery. She knew where the one-eyed monster was; it was too big to hide in Norman's forest.




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"Norman," she said, "I thought my husband was a very hairy man. You take the cake. You're even hairier. You know what, Norman?"

"What?" Norman wasn't quite sure what she was leading up to.

Aiko noticed his cock begin to deflate. She sensed he was sensitive about his thick hair. She thought it must have been difficult for him when he went through puberty. She had no doubt some girls probably made fun of him as he became hairier and hairier.

"I love it. I love the feel of your hair all over my body," she told him.

Aiko snuggled into Norman. She reached for his cock, putting her small hand around it. Her unexpected words of praise for his hairiness and her delicate, yet erotic, touch of his penis, put him at ease. His cock showed signs of coming back to life.

"I've got a thing for hairy men," she added. "I think they're very sexy," she added. "And that means you."

Aiko's flattering words and her stroking of his penis stimulated further growth in Norman's cock. In fact, it grew rather rapidly. He was absolutely delighted by what he heard and what she was doing to him. He was hot for her; she just told him she was hot for him.

Norman was back in his groove, but Aiko's words gave him an idea. If she found hairiness to be erotic, then the right thing for him to do was to offer her more of it hair. He subtly moved her body against his. Just enough so that she shifted a little up and down his chest, letting his forest of hair brush against her. As he necked with her, he repeatedly let his hairy arms travel up and down her back, occasionally grabbing her ass-cheeks for good measure.

Norman now wanted to kiss Aiko too. Taking advantage of his huge frame, he lifted her completely off the floor so as to bring her mouth to his. He kissed her, at first tenderly and then with greater ardour. She returned his increasingly lustful kisses with her own.

After Norman finally broke the last, very long, kiss, he let her body slide down his hairy chest until her feet reached the floor. Her lips of her pussy brushed the length of his cock as she landed on her feet.

As much as he wanted to plunge into her, Norman restrained himself. He was just too excited. His fuse was a little too short. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold off if he mounted her now. He also knew she was not quite ready. He wanted to make the little sex kitten in his arms crazier with lust.

Norman picked her up again, taking her off the floor once more. This time he raised high so that her face was next to his.

"Put you arms around my neck and hold on," Norman huffed. "It'll make it easier for me to bear your weight."

Aiko did as he asked. She put her mouth against his neck, gave him a lick and a kiss. Norman slowly shifted her up and down his chest. When he brought his mouth to her neck, he searched for and found her erogenous zones.

Norman shifted Aiko's weight again. While one arm held her in place against his chest, the other arm sought to explore her warm, wet pussy. He felt the heat of her pussy against his hairy belly. His hands found more erogenous spots. He felt Aiko squirm at the pleasure of his touch.

After a few minutes, Norman removed his hand from between her legs. Although he was a strong man, it had difficulty carrying Aiko's entire weight with one arm. He put his free arm under Aiko's ass to lift her up again and then wrapped it around her. With both arms, he slowly lifted and then lowered her several times against his body so that Aiko's entire torso could feel his fur sliding sensually across her body.

Aiko realized, even with two arms holding her up, he would soon tire. She decided to help Norman support her weight, and to tease him, impishly, at the same time. She wrapped both legs around his waist. She tried to lock herself in place by intertwining her feet behind his back. His girth was too large. The best she could do was to squeeze him with her thighs, hoping that the combination of her arms and legs around him would give him some relief from holding her weight.

Aiko smiled to herself, totally aware of the effect her wide-open legs had on her hirsute lover. Norman's cocked twitched at the thought of her sweet vagina so close to his excited manhood. Norman got some relief for his arms but no relief for his straining cock.

When Norman tried to make another adjustment to her position against his chest, she slipped down lower than Norman intended. He caught her quickly. For a brief moment, though, Aiko felt Norman's cock press against her vaginal opening. Aiko could feel her heart beating faster. She ached in anticipation of more than just a mere touch of Norman's one-eyed monster.

As much as it pained him to do so, Norman lifted Aiko back up. On the one hand, he wanted to drop her onto his ock. On the other hand, he was determined to take his time. He was going to stick to his hastily made plan to string out their sexual foreplay. He resumed sliding her up and down his fur coat but with a difference this time. Each time he lowered her, he made sure to touch her pussy, just barely, with his cock.

Aiko was sweaty and breathing heavily. He was tantalizing her, and doing it very successfully! She wanted his hard cock inside her and she wanted it now. Still she remained silent.

Norman decided it was time lower her a little further than before. This time when he lowered her, he deliberately made sure the tip of his hard cock poked at the mouth of her vagina. Once, by accident, the tip of his cock actually found her vaginal opening and made a brief entry. His cock told him she was hot, wet and ready.

Now that his cock knew where to find its target, Norman lowered her until his cock pressed between the folds of her pussy several times. Aiko squirmed at the heavenliness of his stiff member's light probing.

Norman's teasing inflamed Aiko. She clung tightly to him, fearing that a slight shift in their bodies' alignment might put him off-target. She felt like a target; she wanted to be a target. Her excitement rose. Her breathing became uneven. She wanted him to penetrate her, to plunge into her, and to bring her to sexual ecstasy.

The two lovers groaned as their passions increased, she because of his animal-like quality, he because of her softness and delicacy, both because they were desperate for what the other had to offer, so near and yet so far.

Norman stopped. He lifted her completely in his arms. He wanted to gaze at her sexy body before finally taking her. Aiko could tell he was lost in lust. She knew she was ready and willing join him, to unite their bodies in mutual orgasmic bliss.

With Aiko still in his arms, Norman sat down on the bed again. She released her hold around his neck and waist, thinking to let herself down onto the bed. But Norman refused to let her go. Instead, he began sliding her down his body. She swore she could feel the heat of his cock approaching her. She sensed Norman's overwhelming desire to let her slide completely onto his cock, to impale her on his hard smooth pole. She realized the next time his cock poked its head into her humid hole, he could easily just release his grip and let gravity do its work and then let nature take care of the rest.

Near the peak of her own lust, Aiko had the sudden desire to let him take her bareback, to feel his manly cum splash inside her. She barely remembered he was supposed to put on a condom. As crazed with passion as she was, and an alarm bell rang in her head. She turned her head to look for Gerald.

* * *

Sex in the 69-position had its desired effect. Gerald's cock became harder. Wei-ling's love tunnel leaked freely with her sexual juices.

"I want you now," Wei-ling whispered hoarsely. "I want you inside me now. Please, I want to feel you squirting all the way up inside me."

Gerald reached for a condom.

"No," she said. "I want to feel the your naked cock inside me. I want to feel the flood of your cum in my womb."

"But I can't," he said. "Aiko and I haven't agreed to do that. Unprotected sex is a big step because it entails some risks."

"You already know you can't make me pregnant," Wei-ling argued, "and we know the six of us have no diseases," she pointed out. "We're safe without a safe."

"I know. It's the principle of thing between Aiko and me. I believe you, but still..." Gerald stopped.

Wei-ling had suddenly taken hold of his cock. She tugged at it as if she were trying to direct it toward her vaginal opening.

"I just can't..."

Wei-ling stopped tugging on his cock

"Look," suddenly Wei-ling interrupted, "Aiko is watching us. She can tell what I want to do." Wei-ling pulled Gerald's stiff cock toward her slit again. "I'm holding the evidence of it in my hand after all."

Wei-ling waved at Aiko. Aiko waved back.

Gerald looked into his wife's eyes. He saw Norman holding her up off his lap. His erection pointed directly at the hole between her pussy lips. Aiko also had a clear view of Wei-ling's hand on Gerald's bare cock, trying to push it into her hungry pussy.

Aiko saw the question in Gerald's face. They were both in the same dilemma.

Aiko considered her situation. She remembered her periods were now very infrequent. The risk of pregnancy was almost infinitesimal. She wanted to feel Norman's bare rigid cock inside her. The though of Norman cumming inside her made her pussy clench.

'It's decision time again,' Aiko thought. 'I believe our new friends when they say they're clean. I'll do whatever Gerald wants. But I want to go all the way.'

Aiko briefly glanced at Bill and Emma. They were riding bareback. Bill was taking her from behind. They were oblivious to what the other two pairs of lovers were doing. She could tell they would soon reach their peak.

"I want to too," Gerald said to his wife, almost as if he was reading her mind. "It's so much hotter that way."

It wasn't necessary for him to specify what he meant. It was rather obvious.

She nodded. "Me too."

Gerald stopped resisting Wei-ling's efforts to pull his cock into her heated vaginal passage. He plunged in, expressing his joy at the pleasure he felt as her womanly sheath enveloped his throbbing cock.

Norman saw the exchange between Aiko and her husband. He saw them nod to each other, and heard the words they said. Then he saw Gerald's naked cock enter Bill's wife. His rock-hard member reacted with a twitch of anticipation of doing the same with Aiko.

Norman looked into Aiko's eyes.

"Go ahead," she told him. "Drop me onto your hot rod. I wanted to feel your hard cock pussy. Do me," she begged.

Norman's free hand went between their bodies. He aligned his erect penis with the entrance to Aiko's pussy hole. He pulled her down slowly. He wanted to savour every sensation of his penetration into Gerald's Japanese wife. He wanted her feel ridge of his cock slide against her swollen pussy lips as it sank into her vagina.

Aiko sensed his cock approach her entrance. The arm around her waist was letting her slide slowly down his body. She felt his head of his cock part the folds of her labia. He lowered her some more. She felt his cock slide deeper into her hot passage. He pulled her down some more. She felt his intrusion begin to fill more of her womb.

Norman pulled her down completely. Aiko's warm, wet womb was completely occupied by the bear-man's thrusting cock. He thrust hard against her pelvis against as if to penetrate even deeper into her interior. The two lovers' bodies were united in the ultimate erotic embrace.

Aiko loved the sensation of the fullness he was giving her. The feel of it inside her lit a fire that needed to be doused. Her pussy clenched around his hardness as she rode up and down his stiff member.

The excitement of sexual union caused the breathing of the two lovers to become deeper, heavier and more erratic. They pumped and thrust against each other with abandon. 

"Oh my god, this feels so good," she whispered. "I'm almost there," she managed to grunt between her mewling and moaning.

"I'm ready for you, sugar," the big man declared breathlessly.

"Make that wonderful cock of yours go even deeper inside me," she urged.

A few more thrusts and counter-thrusts later, Aiko reached the point of no return.

"Now, Norman!" she cried. "Do it now! I'm there. I'm cumming! Fill me with your hot cum," she whispered directly into his ear.

Norman snapped. What little restraint Norman still disappeared. His rational mind relinquished all control over his cock. He came hard.

Aiko felt the gush of Norman's cum flood her insides. The feel of his primeval hair, the flood of his warm sexual juices, and the knowledge that yet another man other tyhan her husband had a buried himself deep inside her body, triggered a second massive orgasm.

Rocked by their internal explosions, their energy completely spent, sweating, yet feeling deeply satisfied, the two lovers collapsed into a heap, with Aiko laying on top of Norman's large, hairy body.

Aiko made no effort to dislodge his shrinking cock. She giggled at the thought that he couldn't do any more damage with it anyway. Then another thought occurred to her: this was the first time she had ever allowed a man, other than Gerald, to fill her married womb with his seed.

When Aiko and Norman became aware of their surroundings again, they noticed Emma and Bill were watching them.

"That was quite a show," Emma said grinning. "I think my husband likes you."

They heard the grunting and sloshing from the other bed. Wei-ling and Gerald reached their climaxes too.

Coming in Chapter 7 The Overnight Swap: Aiko and Gerald experience unexpected thrills.



A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 07



Chapter 7 The Overnight Swap

Description: Aiko and Gerald try something new.

Author's Note: In Chapter 1, I announced my intention to write 10 chapters, but I now have enough story ideas to write a few more chapters. All errors are strictly mine. 

* * *

"We've got two nights left on the cruise, not including tonight," Bill observed. "So if I may, I'd like to make two or three suggestions."

The other five nodded.

"Aiko, Gerald, the four of us had a very brief discussion. We'd like you to join our little swinging group, meaning we, as a group of six, will continue swinging after the cruise. So think about it. We're not expecting you to answer right away."

Aiko and Gerald looked at each other. They nodded their agreement.

"Tonight we sleep in own staterooms to recover from tonight's sport," Bill said. "We can forget about swinging on the last night too. We all have to pack and turn in earlier than usual because disembarkation is early in the morning. So that leaves us with tomorrow night. So here is my second proposal."

"And that is..." Norman said, urging him on.

"Something we haven't done before," Bill completed. "I propose we swap spouses for the entire night."

There was silence. Even Norman and Emma had never contemplated such an arrangement even though they were best friends with Bill and Wei-ling and swung regularly with them. They were accustomed to open swinging for a few hours and then returning to their own mates for the rest of the night.

Of course, it was well known to the group that many married couples preferred closed swinging, that is, having sex with someone else's spouse in private. But closed swinging had never occurred to this group of friends. The circumstances of their introduction to swinging had precluded closed swinging. Also, knowing that their spouses were in the same room, and even seeing them having sex with someone else's partner was part of the sexual thrill; it reinforced their sense of openness, sharing and camaraderie.

So Bill's suggestion to have a session of closed swinging seemed odd to the group. What seemed even odder to them was his suggestion to sleep overnight with someone other than the person you were married to.

As they were new to couples swinging, Aiko and Gerald were not particularly concerned about closed swinging. They reasoned that open swinging was harder to get used to because it meant others could watch. Closed swinging was therefore no big deal to them. Bill's idea of actually sleeping with someone else's spouse for an entire night seemed a strangely intimate thing to do. Unlike sex, whose duration usually counted in minutes, sleeping was something people did for hours.

Not waiting for an answer, Bill continued. "The men should return to their own staterooms before the stewards start making their rounds."

Again there was silence. Emma broke it.

"I think it's a great idea," she said. We've been having sex in each other's presence. We've done open swinging. So what's a little closed swinging? The idea of spending a whole night with another man is a turn-on because I've never done that before. I like the idea of being a temporary wife."

She pointed at the three men. Their cocks were starting to stiffen again. "That's at least four votes in favour. What about you Wei-ling?"

Wei-ling nodded her agreement.

"The 'ayes' have it," Emma declared.

They all laughed.

But Gerald hesitated. "We're still new at this. Aiko and I should talk about it first."

Back in the stateroom, Gerald spoke first. "What struck me about Bill's suggestion was how strange it seemed." He smiled. "My initial reaction was, having sex with someone's else's spouse was okay. But actually sleep with her? This weird thought went through my head that literally sleeping with another woman was somehow more intimate than having sex with her!"

"I think I understand where you're coming from," Aiko said. "We became swingers because we concluded that social sex comes naturally to us as human beings. Sex in private is commonplace, so there's nothing new there. But the idea of sharing the same bed and physically sleeping with other than each other seems in even more intimate than the open swinging we've done so far."

"I think that sums it up pretty well, hon," Gerald agreed. "It's a turn-on because it seems more intimate," he added.

"So what are you saying?" Aiko asked. "You want to go for it?"

"Yes," he said. "The idea of spending the night with either Emma or Wei-ling has an oddly erotic quality to it."

"So are you also saying, you're not going to be bothered if I sleep with another man?"

"I guess that's what it means," he agreed.

"Okay," she said, "but I want you to make love to me tonight."

"Absolutely, sweetheart. You drive a hard bargain."

As agreed, the three couples swapped spouses. Bill spent the night with Aiko while his Chinese wife enjoyed Norman's company. Gerald stayed with Emma.

On the last day of the cruise, the six friends met as cruise tablemates for last time and afterwards took a private corner in one of the lounges, as far away from the live band as possible, to continue their dinner conversation.

* * *

After a long return flight from San Diego, Aiko and Gerald stumbled into their home. They emptied their luggage, tossed dirty clothing into the clothes hamper, took showers and ordered a pizza, which they ate as soon as it arrived.

Gerald noticed his wife was unusually quiet. She had been since the night three couples made their overnight exchange.

"What's bothering you, hon," he asked.

"I've got a confession to make," she replied.

"You do?" her husband said.

"I think I broke our rule about nothing happening unless we both agree," Aiko said starting to sob.

As soon as Aiko spilled these words, Gerald saw guilt replace the moroseness on her face since the overnight swap.

Gerald felt a surge of alarm. "What! What did you do?" he asked.

"I let Bill fuck my virgin ass," she blurted out. Then she broke down crying, tears running from her eyes.

"You what!" his eyes were wide and his mouth gaped in surprise.

"I let Bill...."

"He took your virgin ass?"

"Yes," she squeaked like mouse.

Suddenly he roared with laughter.

"It's not funny," she pouted.

Gerald continued to laugh. Aiko had not expected this reaction.

"You're not angry with me?" she asked.

"Surprised yes, angry no. Why did you expect me to be angry?"

A flush of both relief and confusion washed through Aiko.

"Well, because he sodomized me," she explained, "which is something you've never done."

"And..." he urged.

"And because we said we had to have each other's permission before we let anything happen. Otherwise. It's cheating."

"Ah," he said drawing out the vowel. "Now I get it," her husband responded with the dawn of understanding. "No, I'm not angry, Aiko. Firstly, I've never asked you to let me try your back door because I'm not particularly interested in anal sex. Secondly, we agreed to swap spouses. Remember what Emma said about the overnight swap? Aptly I thought."

"I remember her describing herself as a temporary wife," she recalled.

"Exactly," Gerald confirmed. "By implication, she was saying you and Wei-ling were also temporary wives. And what kind of sexual relationship should a husband and wife have?" he asked.

"Whatever gives them mutual pleasure," she answered beginning to understand what her husband was driving at.

"We never specified any limitations on what could took place between us and our partner for the night other than, of course, that whatever we did had to be voluntary. Obviously, that was a choice each temporary couple would make for that night."

Gerald paused to let his words sink in.

"So the question is," he continued, "did you let him or did Bill force himself on you? If he forced himself on you, our new friendship with them will come to a very abrupt end and...."

"I let him," she croaked out interrupting her husband.

"I have a question for you, Aiko," Gerald said, "If, in our many years of marriage, I had asked you to let me take you by the back passage, would you have let me?"

"Before our heart-to-heart talk about our sex life, absolutely not. But when I did research on the Internet, I learned some people actually enjoy having sex that way. At first, I couldn't imagine myself doing something like that, later on I got curious. I even wondered what it would be like to have a cock up my ass."

"You never said anything to me," Gerald pointed out.

"You never asked. And you just admitted you weren't really interested. So of course, you wouldn't ask! And what would have been the point of admitting to it?"

"That's a very good point, hon," he conceded.

"So you're okay with what happened? Are you saying I didn't break any rules?" she asked anxiously, still feeling a little uncertain, wanting to make sure.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying," he responded.

Aiko burst out in tears.

"Now what?" he asked as he pulled her into his arms.

She looked up smiling. "I'm so happy you're not sore at me. I love you so much, hon. I thought I betrayed you. I felt so bad about myself."

"You're off the hook, hon," he said drawing her in his arms hugging her, "but I am curious to know how it happened. Will you tell me?"

"Okay," she agreed. "There should be no secrets between us."

"It'll be a really interesting story. Both Bill and Norman are very hot for you. Let's face it, hon, you're a sexual magnet."

"Flattery will get you every where, husband."

He laughed. "I know, wife. Now tell me to the story," he urged. "We can make out later."

Aiko settled into her husband, his right arm draping over her shoulder, and began to recount that evening.

* * *

Aiko's Night with Bill

While Aiko waited for Bill to arrive, she put on a negligee. Just in case some one other than Bill happened to knock on the door, she also decided to put on her bathrobe.

The knock came a few minutes later. Aiko opened the door; it was Bill. As he walked in, she placed the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the outside handle and locked the door.

As soon as she turned around, she noticed his bulging hard-on.

Bill shrugged his shoulders. "Aiko, a man has to be either gay or dead not to get a hard-on from you," he said.

"Oh Bill, you're terrible," she said obviously embarrassed.

Although Aiko considered herself to be an experienced swinger now, she still retained a strong sense of modesty.

"What can I say, Aiko. You're one hell of a sexy woman," he added.

Bill didn't wait waste time. He wanted to see the treats he would be able to enjoy for the night. He took hold of the knot of the cord that kept her bathrobe closed. The robe opened, revealing her negligee.

Aiko giggled at his stare. He was almost drooling. The negligee hid nothing, but he stared at her as if he had never seen her naked before.

Aiko remembered what Gerald had once told her: 'For some men, a little bit of covering on the good parts is sexier than total nudity.'

Bill removed his clothes. His erection, now freed from the restraints of his pants, stood at full attention.

Aiko was about to take off her negligee when he stopped her. "Keep it on," he said, "it's sexier."

Bill led her to the bed. At first there was nothing unusual about his lovemaking. He was a patient and skilful lover. He knew he had to warm her oven before she could cook his meat. For a while, they lay together, kissing and fondling, touching and exploring. In short, they did the usual things that men and women do as foreplay.

Their sensual pleasure for each other grew as the minutes passed. They enjoyed the feel of their roaming hands over each other's sensitized skin.

"You're a very beautiful woman, Aiko," Bill said, "but can I ask you a personal question?"

His hand was stroking her pubic area, his fingers occasionally gliding into her wet hole or gently brushing against her clitoris.

Aiko shivered at his touch.

"Sure, Bill, what?"

"Have you ever tried anal?" he asked.

Aiko stopped. She knew some people liked anal sex, but it had never been part of the sex life she shared with Gerald.

"No, we've never tried it," she admitted. "Gerald has never asked for it. And I've never even really thought about it."

'The most that Gerald did,' Aiko thought, 'was to occasionally let his finger dally around her asshole during lovemaking. But he'd never done more than that.'

"Wei-ling and I do it once in a while when we're in the mood to do something very different," Bill said.

"Doesn't it hurt," Aiko asked. She was curious.

"Not if it's done right. It can actually be enjoyable."

It finally dawned on Aiko what he was hinting at. "You want to do me in the ass?" she asked suddenly alarmed.

"Yes."

"I don't think I'd like that," she declared.

"I won't make you do it," Bill promised, "but I will try to seduce you into it."

Before Aiko could say anything further, Bill resumed his lovemaking. He paid special attention to her pussy and sensitive breasts. He performed the same magic on her as he had done during the first swinging party on the ship. She responded with moans of pleasure, Bill's declared intention temporarily forgotten.

Bill slipped a finger into her slit to confirm what he already knew. She was wet, ready and willing. He aligned his cock to her love hole and sank his cock into her. He moved in and out of her, slowly at first, then gradually increasing the vigour of his thrusts.

"Oh, ah, that feels so good," she whimpered and mewled.

He continued until he was sure she was getting close to her climax.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

She sighed. "Yes, I'm ready. Just a little more."

Then much to her surprise, Bill suddenly withdrew.

"Please Bill, don't stop now. I want you to keep fucking me. I', almost ready to cum. Please," she begged.

"No," he said. "I'm in charge now."

Bill's commanding words caused a strange stir of anticipation go through Aiko's body. She thrilled at his implication to make her submit to him. She could feel the eagerness in her body to let him have his way with her.

"You will do as I say, Aiko," Bill commanded.

Aijko was too close to her orgasm. She didn't want it to stop now. "Please, make me cum," she pleaded.

"Only if you agree to do whatever I tell you to do for the rest of the night," Bill demanded

Aiko was desperate for release. "Yes, yes, I agree. Just fuck me now."

Bill mounted her again. Bill's rock-hard cock thrust mightily into her. A few more thrusts quickly brought Aiko to her peak. Suddenly, Aiko lost all restraint as her animal instincts took control. She mewled with joy at vigour of his penile assault.

"Oh, that was so wonderful," she sighed as she started to descend from her climax. "But you didn't cum in me," she complained. "I want your cum in me."

"We're not done yet," Bill stated.

He pulled out his cock. As much as he wanted his own release, he had other ideas.

Aiko saw that he was still hard. There would be no break for her yet. Bill got off the bed for a moment. Searching the nightstand drawer, he found what he was looking for, a jar of lube.

"Get on all fours." he panted. "Make sure you point beautiful ass up."

She obeyed. She wanted to expose herself entirely to his view.

While he licked up and down her labia, he put a large quantity of lubrication on his index finger. While still tasting the sweet juices of her pussy, he inserted the tip of his lubed finger into her anal opening.

Aiko clenched her sphincter when she felt his digital intrusion.

"Relax," he commanded. "You agreed to do whatever I say for the rest of the night. So do it. Relax."

"Yes," she said almost meekly.

She made herself relax. The tip of his finger in her asshole felt nice in an odd sort of way.

Bill noticed Aiko had unclenched her sphincter. He was able to work the tip of his finger passed her sphincter.

Aiko grunted at the intrusion.

"Relax, Aiko," Bill repeated thinking she was tensing up again.

Slowly, he pushed his finger into her anus up to the first knuckle. Then slightly moved it in and out.

Aiko relaxed some more. She was getting used to having his finger in her anus. She even began to like it.

"Good girl," he said.

Once in a while, Bill wiggled his finger against her rectal wall.

"Oh," she responded.

Gradually, Bill sank his lubed finger deeper into her anus. Now two knuckles deep, he withdrew his finger completely from her ass. He put more lube on it, then stuck his finger back into Aiko's asshole up to the second knuckle. For several minutes, he moved his finger in and out, waiting for his Asian lover to get used to it.

Aiko sighed. It felt good.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked rhetorically.

"No."

"What does it feel like?" Bill asked.

"A little strange."

"But good?"

"Yes," she agreed sighing again.

That was what Bill wanted to hear.

"I've got two knuckles in you asshole," Bill told her. "Now I'm going to stick my whole finger in there, okay?"

Bill didn't wait for her to reply. He stuck his finger into her ass as deep as it would go, evoking a grunt from Aiko but no objection. He stroked her anal passage for several minutes, gently wiggling his finger inside her rectum. He could tell she was accepting his digital penetration of her anus. When she started to push herself against his finger, he knew she was enjoying the strange but exotic sensations of anal stimulation.

Suddenly Bill stopped.

Aiko was disappointed by the sudden withdrawal of his finger. She was enjoying what he was doing to her.

"I liked what you were doing," she confessed. "Please don't stop."

"Give me a few seconds, lover," he said.

She heard him wash his hands in the washroom. What she didn't know was that he had covered his cock in lube before he washed his hands. With he ass still pointed in his direction, she could hear him approach.

"Okay, lover, let's continue."

"Oh yes, whatever you say, Bill."

"And whatever I do," he added.

"Yes," she agreed. "Whatever you do."

Aiko felt pressure on her asshole. "Oh yes, I like that," she moaned thinking at first it was his finger again. "Do it some more."

'Then why did he wash his hands?' she suddenly asked herself despite being in a sexual haze.

While Aiko asked herself this question, Bill was aligning his lubricated cock to her anal opening. He shoved the tip of his cock partially in.

"I like that feel," she replied. "Are you using your thumb this time?" she asked.

Bill laughed. "It's not my thumb; it's the tip of my cock."

He gave her no chance to reply. He pushed in further.

'That's too big to be a thumb,' Aiko told herself as she felt him enter the back door.

"Oh god," she said out loud, "It feels good. I hope I don't fart," she added.

Bill couldn't help himself. He started to laugh so hard, he had to pull himself out of her ass.

"Stop it," he said spanking her lightly on her ass. "You might break the mood."

"Sorry," Aiko said. She stuck her ass back into the air. "Get to it."

Once more, Bill aligned his hot rod with Aiko's down chute. He pushed in gently. He was able to pass her sphincter. He stroked in and out of her for a while gradually working his way into her until half his cock was inside.

"My cock is already half-way in, Aiko. Do you want me to pull out?" he asked.

"No," she confessed. "I want to know what it's like."

Slowly but surely Bill worked his cock deeper into her back passage until he was all the way in.

An "oh" escaped her lips as Bill thrust his cock all the way into her. Aiko knew he was all the way in because she felt his balls flop against her sensitive pussy. There was no turning back for her now.

"Do what you want, Bill," she grunted. "Do me. Fill my ass with your cum." 




A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 07



While he pumping into her exit chute, Bill fingered her vulva and teased her clitoris. After a few more minutes Aiko came hard. Bill spilled himself into her rectum.

"I liked it, Bill," Aiko confessed, "but I still prefer to have a hard cock in my pussy."

"Wei-ling and I don't it often," Bill said, "but variety is the spice of life."

"Would you consider doing it again?" he asked."

"Yes, if it is done as gently as you did it," she admitted.

* * *

"We slept for the rest of the night," Aiko told her husband. "He fucked me one more time before I left, the regular way this time. While I was waiting for you to come back, my guilt for letting Bill take me in the ass hit me."

"As I said, hon, don't worry about it," Gerald said. "The main thing is that you enjoyed yourself."

"And what did you and Emma do," Aiko asked.

"Nothing as unusual as you did but my evening with her had an interesting twist too," he replied.

"Oh yeah? What?" she demanded.

"Patience, sweetheart. I'll tell you my story."

"Okay, hon," he said.

* * *

Gerald's Night with....

After Gerald left Aiko behind in their stateroom, he went straight to Emma and Norman's stateroom. Just as he approached the door, Norman came out the door."

"Go right in, buddy," Norman urged, "she's expecting you." He walked up the nearby stairs heading towards Wei-ling and Bill's stateroom.

"Make sure you put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign out and lock the door before push back the curtain," Emma told him. "I'm not decent. I don't want anyone to see who shouldn't," she added.

Gerald walked in and did as she requested. The curtain, he knew, preserved privacy by blocking anyone who happened to walk by from seeing into the room when the door was open.

"Do you want me to close my eyes?" he asked.

Emma laughed. "Always the gentleman. No, you can pull the curtain and look."

What he saw gave him an instant hard-on. His mouth went dry. Emma was lying on her back. Her legs were wide-open and her femininity was completely exposed to his view. Her bush was trimmed.

"Well," she said obviously anticipating what was to come, "come over here and help yourself to my treats."

Gerald flung off his clothes. He went to the bed and reclined beside her.

"You are one very delicious treat," he said.

Gerald had tasted them a few days earlier on the first night they swapped with the frisky foursome. He was hungry for more.

Gerald took a tit in his mouth. His hand wandered to her trimmed vee. It was glistening; she was already wet.

Then they heard a knock at the door.

'Damn,' Gerald thought. 'Who could that be? I was just getting started.'

"Hold on, lover," Emma said to Gerald. "Coming! Just give a second," she yelled loud enough for whoever was outside the door to hear.

Emma put on her bathrobe, making sure her entire body was covered. Gerald got off the bed. He sat on the couch out of sight from whoever might be looking in from the door.

She winked at Gerald. "some more delights have arrived," she declared enigmatically.

Emma closed the curtain before opening the door. Gerald could have sworn he heard someone step in.

He got his confirmation a few seconds later. It was Wei-ling.

Gerald's bewilderment must have been obvious.

"You're getting two treats for the price of one," Emma laughed.

"But what about Norman?" Gerald asked.

"It was his idea," Wei-ling said. "After he heard about Aiko's first swinging experience on your very first cruise, and because you let him be the first man other than yourself to have unprotected sex with Aiko, he thought it was only right you should enjoy a special experience too."

Gerald liked the idea, but he was curious about Norman. "So what's he going to do?" Gerald asked.

"He's going to watch a couple of movies until I get back," Wei-ling replied. "We're going to double-team you for a couple of hours. Then I'll go back to my stateroom to have some fun with Norman. As you can tell, there's not enough room on the bed for three people to sleep over night."

"Okay," he said, "you girls seem to have decided what's going to happen. So, let it happen."

Wei-ling undressed while Emma removed her bathrobe. Gerald crawled back onto the bed.

"Lie down lover," Emma said.

Gerald did as she asked.

The women got on the bed, one on each side. They kissed and caressed him up and down his chest for a while. When they licked him, their hands went to his genitals. When one stroked his cock, the other cupped his balls in her hands and rolled gently as if they were dice made of glass.

"Come on girls. As much as I enjoy your attention, I want you two girls to get hot too," he urged.

"Don't worry about it," Emma said. "Just feel us up while we work on you," she added.

Gerald did but he felt he was in a more excited state than they were.

"He's got a point," Wei-ling laughed while looking at his stiff cock. "We should have our fun too. If his rocket blasts off into space too soon, we'll miss seeing the stars."

"True," Emma said, "but don't forget. You've still got my husband back at your stateroom to take care of."

"I'll tell you what," Wei-ling said. "You sit on his face and feed him your pussy. I'll suck his cock."

Okay, that sounds like a plan," Emma said delighted at her friend's suggestion.

Both women knew from experience that Gerald was skilful with his tongue and mouth.

Emma rubbed her nether lips across his mouth. "Still tastes good?" she asked.

"Mmm um, uh," he grunted, his words muffled by her muff.

"I think that was a yes," Emma said chuckling.

In the meantime, Weil-ling was sucking his cock. She felt it twitch in her mouth.

Weil-ling her mouth off his cock. "He's really getting too excited," she announced.

"You'd better stop then," Emma said. "You've already had his bare cock cum inside you," she reminded her friend. "I want my turn. Don't forget he had a condom on when I rode him that first night we swung with them."

"Let's switch places," Wei-ling suggested. "I can tell his mouth is already having an effect on you. I can see it in your face."

They switched. Wei-ling placed her pussy on Gerald's mouth. Gerald licked and sucked her wet pussy.

Emma, however, decided not to touch Gerald's cock or put her mouth on it. Instead, she put her leg over Gerald's body and placed her pussy against his stiff member. Emma was desperate to put his bare cock inside her but decided to wait, hoping that lapping at Wei-ling's private parts would distract his attention from his penis.

Emma touched Gerald's hot rod every few moments to remind him of what his hot rod was missing. Gerald didn't need the reminder; he knew what he was missing and what he wanted.

Emma fingered herself. Gerald's skilful mouth added to her arousal. She wanted to maintain her state of arousal until the time was right for her to jump onto Gerald's saddle and put his horn into her slippery womb.

After a few minutes, Wei-ling let out a sigh. She bathed Gerald's face in her juices.

"Hey!" Emma protested good-naturedly. He's supposed to me mine tonight."

"Don't worry about it," Wei-ling laughed. You'll still get best part," she said looking behind her and seeing her friend straddle the supine man.

Wei-ling quickly got off Gerald's face. She ducked into the washroom, dampened a small face cloth and then quickly wiped his face of her female fluids.

"He's all yours now," Wei-ling declared. "I got to rush back to the stateroom. I want some cock in me too and your husband is in need of some hospitality."

Wei-ling dressed quickly. Emma put her bathrobe back on. After Wei-ling left, Emma locked the door.

"Where were we," she wondered as she threw off her bathrobe. "Oh yes, let me get back on your face for a few moments."

Emma faced down his body. She stared at Gerald's throbbing penis. She could tell it was on a hair-trigger. She decided not to touch it for now. She stuck her pussy onto his face. He would know what to do, and he did it.

Gerald knew what she wanted. He was not the kind of guy to refuse a lady. He gave her vulva, the same attention as Wei-ling had just received a few minutes earlier. The two women tasted differently but both tasted good.

When she felt her arousal increase, Emma had an overwhelming urge to suck on Gerald's cock. She bent toward it, grabbed it, and stuck it into her mouth. They were now in the 69-position. She sucked very gently on his hard rod. It throbbed. She didn't want him to cum in her mouth; she had to be careful.

Meanwhile, Emma felt the sexual tension build between her legs. She was approaching her own point of no return.

Emma got off Gerald's face. She switched around again to face him. She slid her wet pussy down his belly until she felt the jabbing of his cock. He was very hard and she was very wet. All she had to do was feel the tip of his cock between her labia and slide down. That is exactly what she did.

The two lovers were so close to the edge for so long that they both started cumming within seconds of full penetration. Emma moaned out her lust as she felt Gerald fill her insides with his cum.

After that the two lovers took a break. They had sex once more before falling asleep and again after they woke up the following morning.

* * *

"So that's what happened," Gerald said concluding his story.

"We've become full-fledged swingers," Aiko observed. She put her arms around her husband. "Any regrets?"

"No, I had a lot of fun. And you?"

"Me too," she said. "I like swinging. It's exciting. As much as I enjoy sex with you, hon, I admit the thought of a little variety makes me horny."

"Different pussy makes me hot too," he agreed.

"I have to confess something else, though," she said almost shyly."

"Oh?" he questioned.

"I'm glad we used condoms only on the first night. I loved the feel of bare cock inside me. It made me even hotter to have Bill and Norman fill my unprotected womb with their cum.

"Does my saying that bother you?" she asked realizing how wanton she must have sounded.

"No hon," he said. "I really enjoyed outing my cock into Emma's and Wei-ling's unprotected pussies for essentially the same reason."

Aiko looked relieved. Her husband bore no grudge against her for having anal sex with Bill.

"So I guess that means we're going to become the third couple in their swinging group?" Aiko asked.

"Only if you want to," he replied.

"I want to," she said kissing him. "We'll accept their invitations and we should reciprocate by inviting them too."

"It sounds good to me," Gerald said. "But there's still one thing better than swinging," Gerald noted.

"What's that," Aiko asked."

"Loving you," he said.

She smiled, gave him a peck. "I love you so much, Gerald. But we have chores to do."

Aiko was happy. Gerald seemed to have the knack to say the right thing at exactly the right time.

With that, they spent the rest of the evening unpacking their luggage, calling their children to tell them they were safely back, and preparing for their return to work. But in the back of his mind, Gerald noted that his wife had once again allowed a man to take control.

The three couples met briefly at breakfast on the following morning. They agreed to meet on the second Saturday of every month, provided of course, they had no other obligations.

*

Coming in Chapter 8 The Long-Delayed Email: An exotic email leads to an erotic encounter.



A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 08



Author's Note: All errors are strictly mine.

* * *

A week later, Aiko found her husband in a pensive mood.

"You've got something on your mind, Gerald."

"Yes, hon, I've been extremely busy at work since our cruise. Now I have to take a few business trips to the West Coast. Some of the regional offices have invited me to train their staff. My boss says I'm a good trainer because I know how to make information management policies and procedures understandable to staff. He encouraged me to accept the invitations and also asked me to attend an information management conference in California. I'll be away for almost three of next four weeks. The only good thing is there will no more business travelling for the next few months after that."

"Well, we do have to work for living, Gerald," she sighed sympathizing with her husband. "Consider yourself lucky. These business trips are the exception rather than the rule," she observed. "You just hit a bad streak. That's all."

"Worse," he continued smiling, "these business trips will put a damper on our sex life. We won't be able pay our new swinging friends a visit until this rash of business trips is over."

"You have to do what you have to do," she said philosophically.

"Even in the week since we came back, I've been up to my eyeballs in work because of a major legal case has come up. We've had difficulty finding some important documents staff failed to pay proper attention to the management of their records. I've had to put in overtime to find them. I feel drained," he complained."

"I don't like the way your job has been draining you either," Aiko replied wryly. "That's my job." She batted her almond-shaped eyes.

Gerald smiled broadly at her corny double entendre. He drew sweet Japanese wife into his arms and gave her a deep loving kiss, then grabbed her butt for good measure.

"You've got something in the tank?" Aiko asked.

"Don't go there, hon. I have to get back to work on preparing training materials and my conference presentation. I thought I'd be able to do it all at work but it's not turned out that way. You know what I'm like, thorough and fastidious. Every word has to convey a message to my audience."

With that, Gerald went back to the computer. "Where was I..." he mumbled to himself.

* * *

Several weeks later, Gerald returned home from the last of his business trips. It didn't help that his flight home was delayed. He had to wait for several hours before a seat became available. Exhausted, he was finally able to dragged himself through the door. He had only enough energy to give his wife a perfunctory kiss, then headed straight for the shower.

Gerald enjoyed his showers. He not only washed away the day's dirt and the sweat, but also symbolically washed away his cares at work. Gerald strongly believed in separating his private life from his work life. Aiko liked that about him; she shared his attitude.

Dinner was ready by the time Gerald finished showering. The next day was a Friday; it also happened to be a holiday. Friday was a holiday. The couple looked forward to having a relaxing three-day weekend together.

After dinner and dishes, Gerald went to the living room where he took his habitual place on the sofa and stretched his legs on the ottoman. He patted a place beside him, a clear invitation to his wife to cuddle and snuggle. It meant that he was finally beginning to relax.

'Good,' Aiko mused, 'he's coming down from his work high, or should I say work low.'

She sat down beside him and put her head on his shoulder. "Mmm," it's nice to have my man back," she said.

Gerald curled his arms around her shoulders. "It feels really good to have the love of my life in my arms again too," he said. "I feel so much better already."

They snuggled silently for a few moments.

"I've got a surprise for you," Aiko perked up.

"Is it something like the surprise you gave me after we came home from the cruise?"

"Of course not," she laughed. "You'll like this surprise," she declared.

"Okay, what's the surprise?" Gerald asked.

Gerald noticed she had a silly smirk on her face.

"You'll find out later," she said coquettishly.

Gerald shrugged. He decided to let her tell him in her own way and in her own time. He was intrigued but willing to play along.

They lay in each other's arms for a while longer, exchanging tender kisses and caresses.

Aiko sensed him becoming more relaxed. The husband and lover she knew and loved was almost back.

"How do feel now, hon?" she asked after a few more moments.

"Sweetie, when I'm with you, I always feel so much better," he replied embracing her.

As far as Aiko was concerned, the moment had arrived.

"That's good, lover. It's time for your surprise. You wait here for a few minutes. Okay?"

"Whatever you say, hon."

Aiko went to the bedroom.

A few minutes later she called out to her husband. "Hon, could you come to the bedroom please? But don't walk in. Put your hand on the doorknob and then close your eyes. No peeking. Don't open them until I say so. Okay?"

"Okay" he agreed somewhat bemused by her peculiar behaviour but also wondering what she had in store.

He put his hand on the door and closed his eyes.

"My eyes are closed, Aiko," he called through the door.

"Okay, come in a few steps but don't open your eyes."

"Why all the mystery?" he enquired as he opened the door, his eyes still closed.

"You'll see," she giggled. "For sure you'll really see," she said emphasizing the word 'really'.

He stepped in. "Now what?"

"Okay, open your eyes," she giggled again.

He did. And what he saw caused his cock to stand erect almost immediately. She was reclining on her back, which was propped by pillows. Her legs were spread wide-open. Her Asian pussy was absolutely naked! No bush! Not a single pubic hair was visible on her love triangle! It was glorious!

Gerald's eyes seem to pop out of his head. He fixated on the wondrous hairless slit between her creamy-white and silky-smooth thighs. Like a doomed star falling into a stellar black hole, he stumbled toward the bed, dropped onto his knees, and clamped his mouth on her naked pussy.

Grabbing her around her hips, Gerald used his strength to push her vee up against his mouth almost as if he were trying to eat her. He latched onto her sweet snatch like a limpet on a rock in an intertidal pool. He French-kissed her pussy lips with the same passion as normally French-kissed her mouth.

Gerald lashed his tongue up and down her labia, sticking his tongue into her as far as he could go. She was wet with excitement. She tasted good.

Gerald sucked her clitoris. Aiko squirmed; she moaned with pleasure. Once more he focussed on her lower lips, paying special lingual attention to each individual fold of her labia. He tried to again to put her pussy inside his mouth, savouring each and every contour of hot, smooth sexual parts. Every time he stuck his tongue into her vaginal opening, he relished the taste of her sexual juices. He lapped at her eagerly. He did not want to lose a single drop of her feminine liqueur.

His whole world seemed to centre on her bald hot spot. "Give me more," he mumbled almost to himself. "This tastes so good. Give me more!" he said more loudly. "Cum in my mouth."

He resumed limpet-like suction. Nothing could feel and taste better than the hairless gourmet pie in his mouth.

Gerald's sudden, vigorous ardour initially caught Aiko by surprise, but only for an instant. She welcomed his ardour. She showed her eagerness by pulling his head into her love nest. She flexed her hips upwards as if she were trying to swallow his tongue with her vaginal mouth. She enjoyed her husband's exceptionally skilful mouth and tongue, but she enjoyed even more his lustful, unrestrained passion for her.

Aiko felt her body submit to his erotic assault. She gasped and groaned in pleasure. Tremors of pleasure coursed through her body. Soon she would capitulate to her man; she would let him completely have his way with her.

She heard his demand to cum in his mouth as he feverishly worked between her legs. What started off as tremo turned into a massive orgasmic earthquake that shook her entire body.

Once her climax passed, Aiko flopped back, spent. Her breathing was heavy. Her eyes were closed. She was as much surprised by her own sudden ardour as she was by his.

Gerald's mouth fell away from her love triangle, but only for a moment. She felt the bed move. The head of his rock-hard penis enter her soaking-wet womb. It went in easily, and deeply, into her eager body.

Gerald's lustful penetration caused her passion to surge once again. She was multi-orgasmic. Having just had one orgasm, she was ready, willing and wanting more. She undulated her pelvis in an effort to travel up and down his shaft. He pumped into her vigorously. Both were primed. Both knew another big O was the horizon. And it came, for both of them this time.

"I thought you might like to see my pussy completely shaven," she said finally, "but I had no idea it would turn you into a horny super-stud."

"I learned something new about myself," he said. "I love pussy, but I love naked pussy even more. I'm hungry for pussy. I am a gourmet for bald pussy, especially yours."

* * *

A few days later, Aiko told Gerald she had another surprise.

"I hope you don't mad at me," she said in a way that was reminiscent of Aiko's confession about her first anal experience.

"Get mad at you! Whatever for? I'm incapable of getting mad at you. I'm a sucker for you, my love."

"Gerald, you're so sweet. I don't think there is a sweeter man in the whole world."

"Of course I am," he said, "but that's the effect you have on me. Now, Aiko out with your surprise. I'm curious to hear."

"Do you remember the time when we tried to contact some couples to explore a swinging relationship?" Aiko asked.

"Yes, I do," he replied. "That about two years. We met one couple but it didn't work out. The guy was a jerk and the wife unwilling."

"And the other one never replied. We got discouraged, or rather I got discouraged," she added. "And so we decided to give up on it for a while."

"Yeah, we got preoccupied by other things as I recall. Then we met our four swinging friends. We had neither the time nor the inclination to look for other swinging couples since then."

"That's right." Aiko confirmed. "Well, here's the surprise. We just got an email from this second couple."

"No kidding! Why now? What did they have to say for themselves?" he enquired.

"That's an interesting story in itself," she said. "Apparently, they were about to reply to our email when they suddenly received job offers in the Emirates. He's an engineer; she's a teacher. A manager working for his company in Dubai quit. His boss asked him to fill the vacancy and even found a job for his wife. The money was too good to refuse; they needed it to put their kids through school. This job also gave him a golden opportunity to show his company he was good management material. They had short notice. They packed up their bags and off they went for a two-year stint in Dubai."

"Okay," Gerald stretched out the word. "So far lots of preliminaries but nothing on the heart of the matter."

"Don't be so impatient, hon," she chided. "It does get more interesting."

"And you like to keep me in suspense too," he chuckled.

"Women like the build-up," she smiled. "Guys prefer to get straight to the point."

"True," he agreed. It's like our love life. I've got the point but I can only make it if I pay attention to the build-up.

Aiko flushed ay his sexual innuendo.

"Okay, have your fun," Gerald added.

"Anyway," she continued. "It didn't make sense to them to reply when they knew they would be away for two years. As it turned out, they didn't have the time to follow up on our email."

"Fair enough," Gerald confirmed, "I probably would have done the same in a similar situation."

"There was another complication," Aiko continued. "When they started to look for couples on the Internet to swing with, it hadn't occur to them specify what country they lived in. So they got replies from several countries."

"Hold on here, Aiko. You're losing me. Let me catch up. You're saying they live in another country? What country?"

"They lived in India. Mumbai is their hometown."

"India!" he guffawed.

"And my original email had talked about meeting them in a neutral location," she laughed. "They're in India. We're in Canada. So I guess we would have had to arrange our get-acquainted luncheon somewhere in Europe!"

"So what happened?" Gerald was curious.

"Our email with the pictures arrived the day before they left for the Emirates. They read it and realized their mistake but had no time to contact us. So they decided to leave our email unanswered."

"That's understandable, hon. They got priorities straight. Family and career are more important than fun with people they hardly know." He paused. "I assume they returned to Mumbai," he added.

"Well, yes and no." Aiko replied enigmatically. "As soon as he returned home, his company gave a big promotion. His boss asked him to head up the company's operations, right here, in our hometown!"

"That is very interesting, my love. Have you replied to them?" he asked.

"No, I haven't," she said. "I wanted to talk to you about it first."

"Did they send pictures?" he enquired.

"Not right away," Aiko replied. "I asked for a picture. Here it is."

Aiko showed him the picture.

"Nice looking couple. They look like Indians," he observed in one of his attempts at dry humour.

"Of course they do, silly." She stopped herself when she realized he was pulling her leg.

"Are we still interested?" asked Gerald smiling.

"I am. Are you?"

"Sure, why not? There's nothing to lose and maybe something to gain," he said.

"I thought you might," she said. "I drafted an email but I didn't want to send it unless you gave me the okay."

Aiko returned to the computer, made some minor changes, and then sent email.

A half-hour later, Aiko checked her inbox. They had already replied. She printed a copy for Gerald to read. He was watching an action movie.

"I got a reply," she announced. " I also asked them to give me a general idea of where they live so I could suggest a place for us to meet. They did and I've come up with a restaurant. Is Saturday for lunch okay, hon?"

"Yes dear. I'm okay with that."

The reply was almost immediate. Although they were too new to the city to know where the restaurant was located, they assured Aiko they would find the directions on the Internet.

* * *

Aiko and Gerald arrived early. They chose a table that was both relatively private and allowed them to watch the front entrance. Unlike the first pair two years ago, they arrived on time and made their way directly toward their table.

From the minute they saw them, Aiko and Gerald could tell that they were a very happy couple. Both were middle-aged, golden-skinned and black-haired with flashes of grey. His nose was aquiline. Hers had a slight hump and curious flair to the nostrils which seemed to appear only in people of Indian descent. Both showed signs of developing a little extra flesh but still looked very healthy.

Gerald found the woman's dark shining, sensuous eyes particularly alluring. In comparison with Aiko, she was voluptuous. Although Aiko had filled out over the years, she was relatively thin in comparison to the Indian woman approaching them. His attraction to Aiko was and continued to be something very special. The Indian woman hung onto her husband's arm.

For her part, Aiko liked the way the man seem to exude quiet strength and confidence. His face was square and chiselled. He sported a moustache. He was quite handsome.

"My name is Rajiv. And this is my wife, Binal." His head swayed a little like a cobra, an unusual gesture found only in India.

"Hi," she said shyly.

"This my wife, Aiko, and I'm Gerald. Won't you sit down?"

"Thank you. I apologize for ignoring your email for so long. We weren't trying to be rude." His English was not only good but he managed to keep his clipped accent under control.

"That's okay," Aiko said. She already had a good impression of them. "I explained the circumstances to my husband."

Although they had exchanged some very basic information about themselves through their email exchanges, the couples soon fell into a rhythm of talking about their backgrounds, families, careers interests. They may have a world apart geographically but now they found much in common.

"So where are your children now?" Aiko asked.

Rajiv answered. "They are a few months away from attending university. We made arrangements for them to stay with their aunt, my wife's sister."

Rajiv went on to explain that Binal had had a difficult birth after the second child. The doctors believed she was no longer able to have more children, and if she were able, would have advised her against it. Rajiv explained he decided on a vasectomy to remove the risk of pregnancy entirely.

Aiko changed the subject. "I'm always curious about what people's names mean. Do yours having meaning?"

Rajiv looked at this wife. Clearly, he wanted her to join the conversation. Both Aiko and Gerald liked that about Rajiv. He treated like an equal. They were not the negative stereotyped Indian couple in which the men treated their women as second-class citizens.

Binal understood her husband's intent.

"Rajiv means lotus flower in the Marathi language," she said. "And my name means princess."

By the time dinner had arrived, they were felt very comfortable with each other. When the waiter left their table, Aiko asked what experience they had in swinging because they had not mentioned swinging except in the context of being interested in it. She directed her question to Binal, woman to woman.

Binal avoided eye contact, then looked toward her husband.

"I'm sorry," Aiko said. "I guess I was a little too direct."

"She's very shy," Rajiv interjected. "No, we've not swung before," he added. "Once we decided to try it, we didn't get the chance! And I do mean 'we'. I won't force my wife into anything. She's too dear to me."

"I'm sorry," Aiko said again, this time patting her on her hand.

"It's okay," she replied, "but what he said is true. He's not forcing me into this. Rajiv is the only man I've ever known... You know what I mean."

"I do," Aiko said, patting her hand again. "I understand."

Without getting into great detail, they told the Indian couple about their swinging adventures, including about their special friendship with two other couples that involved no use of condoms.

The meal was long over when Gerald said, "So now you two have something to think about," Gerald said. "I suggest you talk to each other and decide whether swinging is something you really want to do. Aiko and I think you are very nice people. We would be interested in having you as friends even if you decide you don't want to swing."

Aiko nodded her assent. "Let us show you around the city. You leave your car here. We'll drive you around for an hour or two and bring back here."

"Well, thank you. That's very kind of you," Rajiv said. "Binal?"

She nodded her agreement.

"We really like you two." Gerald said when they had returned to their own car. "Whether as friends with benefits or just friends, please call us." He gave them their telephone number.

* * *

Two weeks later, the phone rang. Aiko picked it up. It was Binal.

Gerald only heard one side of the conversation but he could tell that they would soon see them as guests in their home.

Aiko smiled. I invited them over for a barbecue next Saturday afternoon. That's okay, right?"

"Of course it is, dear," he replied. "It sounded like you were on the phone with Binal."




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"It was. She said they wanted to swing with us. She wanted Rajiv to call but he refused. To overcome her shyness and also show a real interest in swinging, he insisted she make the arrangements."

"Any suggestions on how we could ease them into swinging?" Gerald asked.

"A seductive massage," she said. "It's really Wei-ling's idea. She said even a massage by an amateur can feel good if apply the right pressure. We'll just work on them and we'll learn soon enough what works and what doesn't."

"It's a good idea, Aiko, but I suggest something more before we even start a massage."

"Like what" she asked.

And then he told her.

"I haven't done anything like that before," she said.

"That's right," he said, "but that's what I want you to do."

"It's not my usual style," she said.

"I insist you do what I want you to do," he repeated.

"You're the boss," she said as she felt her body tingle and the moisture formed at the opening of her crevice.

* * *

The much-anticipated Saturday finally arrived. The Indian couple brought some Indian dishes with them. Aiko prepared some sushi and sashimi. Gerald grilled meat and vegetables on the barbecue.

By the time he was finished, the late-summer sun was already setting and the temperature outside dropping. Gerald noticed that the Indian couple looked uncomfortable. They were not used to anything but tropical temperatures.

"Let's go inside," Gerald suggested. "Aiko should have the dinner table ready by now. Nights tend to get nippy at this time of year."

Aiko had changed clothes while the other three were outside. She wore her skimpy loose-fitting red frock. She wore no bra. The dress revealed her cleavage to good effect. It barely concealed her nipples. What their guests did not notice, at least not at first, was that she wore no panties. Her arms, feet and legs were bare. Gerald wanted her to take the initiative in seducing this couple. Like her little black dress, the more it hid the more it seemed to show.

To ensure privacy, Gerald closed the curtains. The dinner, wine and deserts followed. While the food and drinks were normal, the dinner service proved to be quite unusual. Aiko's role was to fetch the food from the kitchen so that she could show herself off and then serve it. When she put food on Rajiv's plate, she stooped just enough to allow Rajiv and Binal an unobstructed view of her breasts.

Rajiv stared at the display.

"Don't stare, it's rude," she said to her husband.

"No it's not," Aiko countered. "I want him to stare at them. When he looks, it makes my nipples hard and tingly."

Binal swallowed, looked at her husband. "Okay."

"Touch them Rajiv. I want you hand to touch them," Aiko almost pleaded.

He looked hesitantly at his wife, then fondled Aiko's breasts.

"Fair is fair," Gerald said. "Your turn, Binal."

She unbuttoned her blouse.

"Come to me," Gerald said.

She did. He pulled the blouse wider so that her beautiful golden orbs spilled out. He cupped them. They were warm, full and soft.

"Put your hand on my thigh," they heard Aiko say to Rajiv.

He tentatively placed his hand just above her knee.

"Feek the inside of my thigh," she ordered. "Move your hand up."

He was nervous but complied. As he approached her pussy he hesitated.

"Keep going," she commanded, "until you feel my wetness."

Binal and Gerald watched.

"Tell your wife what you feel," she said.

Rajiv looked at his wife. "She's very wet, my lotus flower, and she has no hair."

"Does the thought my husband touching your body make you wet too?" Aiko asked Binal.

"Yes," she squeaked.

"See if that's true, hon," she told Gerald.

Gerald's put his hand underneath her sari. He felt the moisture in her hairy nest. "She's wet," he confirmed.

Aiko turned to Rajiv and Binal. "Do you want us to stop," she asked.

Rajiv's head swayed like a cobra. "No," he hissed.

Binal swallowed hard. "No," she said nervously. "It's just so new to me."

"To help you relax, we're going to give you a massage," Aiko said. "Please come with us. We've set up two captain's beds in the spare room to serve as massage tables."

Aiko gave them a couple of loose shorts. "Put these on. When you're ready call us."

While they waited, Gerald also changed into loose shorts. Aiko still wore her skimpy red dress.

A few minutes later, they heard Rajiv. "We're ready."

The host couple walked in. Aiko approached Rajiv while Gerald went to Binal. For a while, the host couple gave their guests a standard massage. So far so good. They were enjoying their massage.

On cue, Aiko and Gerald started worked their way under the shorts' waistband until they reached and then massaged their guests' ass-cheeks. Binal raised her head for a second as if she were surprised. She looked at her husband briefly, put her head back down, evidently deciding that, if her husband could enjoy himself, so could she.

"After a few minutes of massaging their asses, Aiko and Gerald pulled out their hands only to put them at the bottom of the shorts leggings. As they had done earlier, they slid their hands up the inside of their thighs, once more brushing against the prone couple's genitals.

"How do you feel, Rajiv?" Aiko asked. "Are you hard?"

To the first question he answered, "Really good." To the second, he said, "Yes, I am."

"And you?" Gerald asked Binal. "How do you feel?"

"Good," she croaked.

She didn't have to say more. Gerald's nose caught the scent of her seeping female juices, but he wanted her to say more.

"Are you wet?" he asked. "Do you want me?"

"Yes," she hissed.

"Okay now, both of you, please flip over onto your backs," Aiko instructed.

Rajiv had a hard-on. He hesitated because he had never in his entire married life exposed his cock to another woman other than his wife. For the first time since the two couples had met, he turned shy.

"Don't worry about it," Gerald assured him. "I've got one too."

Gerald didn't bother to hide excitement.

"We can stop now if you want," Aiko whispered sexily into his ear.

Rajiv looked at his wife, almost as if he were looking for her guidance. Binal answered by flipping onto her back. Rajiv followed her example.

"Just lie there for now," Aiko instructed.

* * *

Aiko stood at the head of the bed. She reached to massage his chest. It would have been easier to massage it from the side of the bed, but she had something else in mind. She intended to tease Rajiv. She worked her way toward his belly but her petite stature prevented her from reaching any farther.

"Well, this won't do, is it?" she said in mock frustration.

She climbed on the bed, putting her knees on each side of the Rajiv's head. She stretched her arms so that she could massage his belly and stroke his pubic hair. It caused the dress to run up her ass and exposed her bald pussy to his view. Rajiv's cock twitched at the sight.

Aiko's hand was already grasping his rod. "Nice cock," she said. "Do you like what you see?" she asked Rajiv.

"Yes," he croaked.

She took off her dress. "I've got nothing to hide," she declared.

"Is this a better view," she asked."

"Yes," he croaked once again. He was at a loss for words. A beautiful, totally naked Oriental woman was displaying herself to him.

"That's not fair," Aiko teased.

"What's not fair," Rajiv croaked, his eyes still glued to her naked pussy.

"You see mine but I don't see yours."

With that, she grasped the waistband and flipped it over his cock.

"Take them off, Rajiv," she added.

He did. He shoved them down his legs with his feet, then kicked them off.

Ajiko dropped down on top of his body, making sure her female delights aligned with Rajiv's mouth. She grabbed his cock and put it in her mouth, at the same time stretching back her pelvis. Her pussy made contact his mouth.

"I'll eat you; you suck me. Okay?"

Rajiv nodded his assent. He was already hard at work.

Meanwhile, Gerald took a different tact. He played with Binal's mammaries, licking and sucking them. She became move aroused. Watching the spectacle of seeing her husband and Aiko in the 69-position added to her excitement.

As she stared at them, Gerald got off the bed. The time had come for the next step. Without waiting for Binal, he removed his shorts. His stiff cock stuck out like a flagpole on a national holiday. He stood beside Binal, his cock on display.

"May I take off your shorts?" he asked.

He grasped the waistband and started them tugging down. She cooperated by lifting up her generous behind so that he could pull them down her legs.

He kissed her leg. "You've very beautiful, Binal.

He got off the bed and stood in front of her slightly opened. He pushed them farther apart. Her golden box came into full view. At first he just brushed her pubic hairs with his fingers. He moved closer, forcing her legs to spread wider. She made no attempt to resist. He kneeled down, put his hands on her thighs to keep her legs apart and then and gave her dark-haired triangle his full lingual attention. He continued until he heard her moan.

* * *

Aiko sucked Rajiv's cock and gently rubbed his balls until she tasted his pre-cum. His cock twitched. He was on fire.

She didn't want him to cum in her mouth.

"My turn, big boy," she said.

He got up while she took his place. She put a pillow under her ass and spread her legs. Rajiv knew an invitation when he received one. He got on his knees, grabbed her by the hips and put his mouth on her smooth, soft naked cunt. He enjoyed the taste of her. He knew he was closing to popping his cork. He decided to focus on bringing her closer to her release.

Gerald knew what was going on without looking. He could hear Rajiv's joyous slurping. Evidently he liked eating pussy too. Gerald took the 69-position. It gave his skilful mouth good access to her pussy. He wondered what she would do. He found soon enough. She put herself in alignment with his cock. First she played with his balls and then directed his cock into her mouth. Much to his surprise, she took in all of him. They stayed in the 69-position working on each other very slowly, relishing the touch and taste of each other.

Binal started to moan and then came. So focussed was she on her orgasm, that she stopped sucking Gerald's cock. It popped out of her mouth. Gerald didn't mind. He wanted to put an offering in her box.

After Binal's orgasm subsided, Gerald turned around to face her. Binal saw that his raging ram was hungry for attention.

She spread her legs in open invitation. "Please," she pleaded, "I want you."

"Let me get a condom, first," he said.

Gerald put on a condom. He plunged in, driving his cock as deep into her womb as he could, triggering her climax and his own.

She moaned her pleasure. What exactly she was saying only her Marathi-speaking husband could understand. Between Rajiv's cunnilingus and the erotic scene that was playing out on the other bed, it was not long before, Aiko came. But still she wanted more. She wanted a hard cock in her pussy.

"Rajiv, enough of that," she said. "My pussy is still hungry, Rajiv. Give me your meat."

Aiko spread her legs wide open. He knew what that meant. Rajiv quickly rolled on a condom. He lined up his cock to Aiko's hairless hole and shoved it in.

"Oh god that feels good," she cried. "Stick your golden rod into me. Make me cum again!"

"Praise be to Rati and Kama!" he yelled as he pumped furiously into Aiko's convulsing body.

Aiko had no idea who he was appealing to. She enjoyed herself too much to care. All she wanted was this man's hardness plundering her body.

Sexual satisfaction made the two couples almost lethargic. They just lay there panting, trying to catch their breadths.

"Would you like to meet the friends we told you about? Aiko asked.

* * *

Three weeks later, Binal and Rajiv were invited to Bill and Wei-ling's place. Their tests proved they were clean. After dinner Gerald pulled out a coin. "Heads means you go with Bill and tails means you with Norman. Agreed Binal?"

She nodded her agreement.

Gerald flipped the coin. Norman won Binal. Rajiv paired with Wei-ling.

Norman patted the empty space of the sofa he was sitting on. "Come, sit here, my dark beauty."

A long night was ahead for the groups of now four couples. By the time it was through, everyone would know everyone else very, very intimately.

Coming next in Chapter 9 Party Time in Buffalo: A cold New Year's Eve makes for a hot party.



A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 09



Author's Note: All errors are strictly mine.

* * *

Summer had turned into autumn when Aiko and Gerald invited Bill and Wei-ling to their home. As was their custom they spent a good part of the day socializing. But on this particular Saturday Aiko and Gerald learned more about the more exotic side of swinging.

During dinner Aiko and Gerald learned more about 'the lifestyle' and its many variations. Bill told them about clubs that catered to people with fetishes and other unusual sexual desires. They were not surprised. When they first looked into swinging on the Internet, they found the spectrum of ranged from the possible to the impossible, from the real to the fantastic.

"Have you done anything really different?" Gerald asked.

Both Bill and Wei-ling looked embarrassed. They looked at each other. Wei-ling nodded.

"We once went to a bondage club just to take a look. We got roped into it so to speak," Bill conceded.

He glanced at his wife.

"Tell them. It's okay," Wei-ling said.

"Wei-ling was really curious," Bill continued. "She wanted to try out some mild bondage. After we agreed on a safe word, Wei-ling allowed herself to be hoisted on a rope-net swing. She was naked. Her legs were wide open, each leg going through a net opening. She was totally exposed and totally helpless."

"I asked him to take me first," she said. "He adjusted the swing to the right height and then he made love to me until we both came."

"First?" Aiko said taking particular note of that word.

Wei-ling blushed. "After Bill took me, two more men took me."

"For the record, they wore condoms," Bill added. "I didn't."

Aiko shrugged her shoulders. "You're consenting adults," she said.

But there was something about their story that excited her. Gerald could tell from the look in her eyes that their story appealed to his wife's submissive streak.

For a while, the conversation turned to more mundane matters until dinner was served. Then Gerald saw Wei-ling gesturing to Bill with her head as if urging him to say something more.

"Have you guys got any plans for the Christmas and New Year's holidays?" Bill asked.

"Yes," Gerald answered. "Our girls plan to spend the holidays in Florida with their friends. We intend to catch up with them for a day or two, probably around Christmas, and then do our own thing. We're thinking of driving back because we like to see a little of the States."

"Well, I have a proposition for you," Bill continued. "We've got swinger friends in Buffalo. They've invited our entire group to their New Year's party. We plan to go. Emma and Norman declined because they're entertaining family. Binal and Rajiv also declined. They've heard about our winters; they prefer to stay close to home."

"Have you swung with them?" Gerald asked.

"Only with the one couple," he replied. "But don't worry. We used safes. We found out later that they, and the group they belong to, have rules very similar to ours."

"There are others? Tell us more," Aiko urged.

"The couple we met are part of a neighbourhood group that includes four other couples. Their group has been around for a few years now. We found Sarah and Malcolm, the couple we swung with, through they Internet. They were actually looking for another couple to join them. When they found out we had our own group, they became even more interested because the idea of linking with another group of four couples had intriguing possibilities."

"We arranged to meet them in Niagara Falls," Wei-ling said. "Firstly to determine whether we, as two couples were compatible. We were. And secondly, to rent a couple of hotel rooms for the night. We switched spouses for the night. In the morning we agreed to see how we could bring our two groups together once in a while to exchange spouses, subject of course to the approval of the participating couples."

"Have you got a picture of this couple?" Aiko asked.

"Sure," Wei-ling said." Let me use your computer to get to my email."

A few minutes, Aiko and Gerald were looking at the picture of a middle-aged couple. The man and his wife were both dark-haired. They were typical of their age group in size, weight and appearance. They were just your average looking couple.

"Malcolm and Sarah are their names," Bill said. "Don't let their ordinary looks fool you. They are delightful and fun to be with."

"I suppose you don't have any pictures of the other couples, do you?" Gerald asked.

"No, of course not. They would have to get the other couples' permission first. We'd do the same. We'd never show a picture of you to them unless you gave us permission."

"Perfectly understandable," Gerald agreed.

Bill hesitated for a moment. "One more thing about this party, no use of safes. Although their rules are similar to ours, we agreed to take no chances at the first meeting between couples of the two groups. If you decide you want to go, you have to get yourself tested. The test results is your ticket into the party. So take them with you. Without it, you're out of luck. Whoever attends the party from their group also have to prove they are clean."

"Let Aiko and me think about," Gerald said. "We'll let you know."

* * *

Three months later Aiko and Gerald flew to sunny Florida. The reunion with their twin daughters was a happy one. The parents had not seen them since mid-September when they returned to university. Even though Aiko frequently called her daughters on the when they were away, meeting them in person again was a joyful occasion. It was obvious that Aiko and her daughters were close.

Gerald was content to his family together to see his family together again even for a brief period of time. They were the most precious persons in his life.

Although Aiko and Gerald had flown to Florida, they had decided drive to drive back to see various sites along the eastern seaboard. To break the monotony of travelling by car, they made several overnight stops.

As they travelled further north, the weather got colder and damper. What they didn't know was that a major snowstorm was about to hit Buffalo. A wind from the west was blowing over Lake Erie. It would pick a lot of moisture off the lake and dump it as soon as it hit land. Buffalo, and the surrounding Niagara region, would suffer the biggest burden.

The travelling couple also didn't know that Wei-ling and Bill had cancelled their plans to go to the swingers' party because of the storm. Bill had left a message on Gerald's cell phone, but Gerald had left it at home. He and Aiko were already on the flight to Florida when he remembered that he had forgotten it.

The snow was already deep and winter's early night had already set in when Aiko and Gerald pulled into the motel parking lot.

"We have a two-night reservation," Gerald told the hotelier.

He looked surprised. "You do. I didn't think you'd make it. How did you manage to get here through all that snow?" he asked. "I heard you folks on the other side of the river got hit just as hard as us."

"We drove from Florida," Gerald explained. "The weather for most of the trip was actually pretty good. So it didn't occur to us that the weather might suddenly turn bad once we got here."

Gerald suddenly realized the implications of what he said.

"We were expecting friends of ours to be here. Have they arrived?" Gerald asked. "I forgot my cell phone. So we've been out of touch with them."

"No, they aren't here. But it was a good thing you told them about your plan to drive here. Since they couldn't reach you, they left a message with me just in case you arrived. They stayed home because it was too dangerous to drive."

"I guess we're stuck here until this storm blows over," Gerald sighed unhappily.

"Well, your other friends left a message too," the hotelier said.

"Other friends?"

"Yeah, they rented our party room but cancelled it because of the storm. They're local folks who live not far from here. They hadn't heard from you. So they left a message for you just in case you showed up."

The hotelier handed it over.

Gerald opened the note. It said: 'Hi folks, our party starts tomorrow at lunchtime. If you made it, we hope to see you.'

The note had the names Dion and Tiana on it as well as their address.

Gerald asked for directions from the hotelier. "Thanks, you've been very kind."

"No problem," he said giving them the keys to their room. "It's just down that hall," he pointed the direction with his finger.

Aiko and Gerald showered, ate some food they had bought earlier in the day and slept. Tomorrow was New Year's Eve.

* * *

Having nothing to do, Aiko and Gerald slept in relatively late. But as noon approached, they made themselves ready to trudge through the snow to the address indicated on the note.

They knocked on the door. It opened a crack. The face of a black man peered at them.

"We're Aiko and Gerald. We're here for the party," Gerald replied. "We're Bill and Wei-ling's friends. They know Malcolm and Sarah."

"Let me see your ticket," the man said.

"Here they are," Gerald handed him the test results.

The man looked at their credentials, then opened the door. Aiko and Gerald walked in.

"How did you manage to get here in this weather?" he asked.

Gerald explained.

Just as he finished, Aiko and Gerald heard a female voice, apparently calling from the kitchen. "Who's there, Dion?"

"Fresh meat," he yelled back.

Aiko and Gerald had a questioning look on their faces.

He grinned. "Just joking... sort of..."

A full-figured black woman came to the door. Her facial features were more aquiline and her skin paler than her husband's.

"This is my wife Tiana. I'm Dion," he said finally shaking Gerald's hand but kissing Aiko on the cheek.

Dion was a tall big man, comparable in size to Norman. Whereas Norman was white and sported a thick coat of dark hair, Dion was black with thick lips, a flat nose and short-cut kinky hair.

"The other couples are in the rec room," Dion added. "I'll let them know you've arrived. I'll be back in a moment."

"You seem uncomfortable for some reason," Tiana observed.

Gerald looked embarrassed. He explained to her how they came to be here. "We're a little caught off-guard," Gerald admitted. "We only saw a picture of Malcolm and Sarah and made assumptions from there."

Dion came back just in time to hear the last part of what Gerald said.

"Ah, you didn't know there were black Americans in our group," Dion concluded. "We have two white couples, two black couples, and one interracial couple. It is pure coincidence our two white couples, including Malcolm and Sarah, can't attend. Their plans to attend our party were ruined when Malcolm's brother showed up, unannounced, at their house a couple of days ago. They haven't seen each other for almost three years. They had no choice but to pull out of our New Year's Party."

"Poor Malcolm," Tiana interrupted. "It was an unwanted surprise. He was looking forward to our New Year's party. The other couple, Chris and his wife, Helen, are in California for a family reunion," she added.

Meanwhile, Dion was still following his own train of thought. "Is it a problem?" Dion asked somewhat suspiciously.

"No, not at all," Gerald answered forthrightly knowing he was referring to the racial composition of the group. "Our discomfort stems more from the fact that we're among total strangers. We had expected to see Bill and Wei-ling and meet Malcolm and Sarah whose picture we've seen."

"The only cure for your discomfort, my dears, is for you to get to know us," Tiana said addressing Aiko and Gerald. "Dear," she addressed her husband, "take them to the rec room. Introduce them to the others. Lunch will be ready soon."

Tiana returned to the kitchen.

"Malcolm told us your group is mixed-race too," Dion said as he led them to the rec room. "Like you, Bill apparently has an Asian wife. You have one white couple, and a couple from India who joined your group a few months ago. It must be a very interesting group," he concluded.

"It is," Gerald confirmed. "We have lots of fun."

In the rec room, Dion introduced Isis and Jack first. They were the shortest and leanest couple of the three host couples. They also looked to be the fittest. Jack was white, with brown hair and eyes. His wife was the daughter of a white mother and a black father. She had a round face and average-sized breasts. The result of her mixed ancestry was a very beautiful bronze-coloured woman. They both worked in the same fitness club.

Dion introduced the third couple as Jayla and Luther. Jayla carried more pounds relative to her height than the other two women. She was the same height as Isis. Jayla worked as a cashier in a local grocery store. Luther was a construction worker. In size, he stood between Dion and Jack. Although his job was heavily physical, he made no special effort to look like a muscleman.

Shortly after the introductions, the seven in the rec room heard Tiana call. "Lunch is ready. Come and get it."

They all went to the kitchen where they filled their plates with food and took a beverage.

By the time the lunch was over, Aiko and Gerald were feeling a little more at ease. These three couples were friendly, easy-going folks.

"It's time for some girl talk," Tiana announced. "You guys, go to the rec room and talk about whatever guys talk about. Girls, I've got some wine for us. Let's go to the kitchen. We can talk while we wash the dishes."

"Let's go," Dion said. "There's beer in the small fridge. Let's go grab one."

* * *

An hour later, the kitchen noise, the talk, and the female giggling stopped. The four women joined their men in the rec room. Aiko looked relaxed. Apparently she got along very well with the three women. And he got along with the men.

After lunch, the four couples talked about relatively inconsequential things for a while, but eventually the conversation turned to sex and swinging.

As the minutes passed, the talk became franker and raunchier.

"Have you ever tried black?" Dion suddenly asked Aiko.

He licked his lips. He looked very hungry in a wolfish sort of way.

"No," she replied.

"Ah, are you two virgins for black?" he laughed.

Aiko responded quickly. "And I'm guessing, except for Malcolm, no one in your group has had Asian," Aiko replied. "Am I right? That means you're a virgin for Asian."

"Atta girl," said Tiana grinning, "you caught him at his own game."

Dion looked embarrassed but the hunger in his eyes remained.

Luther, who had said very little since the arrival their guests, changed the subject. "How are we going to start this?" he asked.

Everybody looked at everybody else for a suggestion.

"Maybe we should just keep it simple," he suggested. "Pull cards?"

"Nah," Dion countered. "We should play some kind of game with Aiko and Gerald as the prize. How about a game of three-handed hearts, one game for the girls and the other one for the boys? The winner of the girl's game wins Gerald as her prize and the winner of the guys' game wins Aiko."

"No way," Tiana interjected. "Dion is really good at that game. He'd probably win. It's just a manoeuvre on his part to be first to enjoy new pussy, Asian pussy at that."

Checkmated by his wife, Dion scowled briefly then smiled again conceding defeat. His wife had outsmarted him.

"We, girls, have something else in mind," she continued.

"What?" Dion inquired.

"We talked about it while we were preparing lunch. We're going to initiate Aiko and Gerald. We're going to show them we're very friendly people," Tiana announced. She emphasized 'very.'

She and the other women giggled.

"How?" piped up Jack who apparently was game to see what the women had in mind.

"We decided to initiate Gerald first. We, except for Aiko of course, drew straws. And the winning wife is," she drew out the last word, finally saying, "sweet Isis!"

Isis walked to the centre of the room swinging her hips. Her fitness and flexibility showed as she swayed her hips in the smooth sinuous, sensuous motion of a belly dancer.

She grabbed Gerald by the collar and pulled him up. She grabbed his arms and put them around her. "Kiss me," she said.

Gerald wrapped his arms around her and gave her a lustful kiss.

"Oh my, he's a good kisser."

Isis kissed Gerald again. This time she placed her hand on his crotch. "I think Gerald brought a friend," Isis declared.

"My husband always brings his friend," Aiko giggled.

"Take off my blouse," Isis told Gerald. "Then take off your shirt."

Gerald unbuttoned her blouse and then pulled it off. She wore no bra, exposing her beautiful brown orbs. His own shirt soon followed.

Isis stepped closer to him, her nipples almost touching his chest. Gerald could tell his nearness to him was turninh her on. Her dark brown nubs were erect. She licked her lips.

Anyone looking at the front of Gerald's pants could tell his friend was standing at attention too.

Gerald stared at her breasts, taking in their unique beauty. He didn't wait for her invitation to touch them. Taking both breasts in his hands, he gently kneaded. Next, he let his nose and lips touch her neck and move to her ear. Then he returned to her breasts. He suckled.

Isis sighed. She enjoyed his man's lustful admiration. She shuddered at the eroticism of his touch.

Gerald took her breasts in his hands again. While massaging them, he kissed her again on her lips, at first gently and then more passionately. With each attempt, his tongue went deeper into her mouth.

Isis responded in kind. At first she put her hands on his hairy chest but soon they wandered to his belt. She wanted to see and feel more. She unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants.

Gerald undid her skirt. It fell to her feet. Gerald's mouth watered as more of her winsome figure was revealed. His erection was on display, making his underwear look like a circus tent.

Isis wanted to see it all. She took the waistband of his underwear and lifted it over the erection. She pulled down his underwear until it fell to his feet. Gerald kicked it away.

Isis licked her lips as she stared at his stiff naked rod. She wanted to taste it. "Please sit down," she breathed huskily.

"Not yet," Gerald replied. "Let me return the favour first." He slowly pulled down her panties, making sure he stroked her thighs and legs as they fell.

As Gerald sat down, Isis sat on the floor in front of him, folding her legs underneath her. After making herself comfortable, she grasped his cock. She stroked it for a while before directing it into her mouth. She sucked while gently rolling his balls in her hand.

Someone, they did not know who, laid out a mat near them.

Gerald sighed, closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensations this athletic woman was giving him.

She let go of his cock. "Lie down," she told him, "on the mat."

Gerald lay supine while Isis put his hot rod back into her mouth. Meanwhile, she lifted her leg over his head. Gerald could see her dark vulva, and the pink of her inner labia. She trimmed her pubic hair.

Now that they were in the 69-position, she put her wet pussy against his mouth while continuing to suck on his prick.

"Eat me, lover," she said as she pressed her nether lips against his oral lips.

Gerald obliged her. He ate her bun voraciously while Isis hungrily swallowed his sausage deep into her throat. He pushed his tongue as deep into her as he could. She tasted good.

"Slow down," Gerald moaned, "or I'll shoot before you're ready."

"That wouldn't do," she said and stopped. "You've got three women to satisfy tonight," she informed him.

She turned around to face him, then put her pretty pussy against his mouth. She was dripping. She started humping his mouth.

"You can start with me, though. I'm hot and almost ready to pop. Just keep eating me."




A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 09



Gerald was more than willing to cooperate. He was relieved she had decided to leave his cock alone. The respite was necessary. Otherwise, he would have cum in her mouth. He wanted to give his cock a chance to cool down. The day was still young.

He enjoyed the taste and feel of Isis' sweet hot pussy. He slurped at her hungrily. He pulled at her thighs, urging her to press her vee harder against his hungry mouth. 

As Gerald enjoyed Isis' femaleness, he felt a hand take hold of his cock. It couldn't be Isis' because she was using her arms to prop herself into position against his mouth. Then he felt the hot moistness that could only mean one thing; another woman's womb had enveloped his rigid cock. He didn't care which woman it belonged to. He needed and wanted release. He also realized that, for the first time in his life, he was being double-teamed.

Whoever the other woman was moved up and down his cock. He felt her vagina grip his cock and squeeze. She rode up and down his cock. The heat of her womb, the sensation of her flesh against his was making it difficult for him to control himself. He was having difficulty controlling himself. He was moving ever more quickly to his own orgasmic peak.

Suddenly, Isis flooded his mouth with her sexual juices as she bucked on his mouth, screaming out her ecstasy. Gerald loved the taste of her and drank it like honey. To him it was an aphrodisiac.

When Gerald felt the other woman's vaginal muscles squeeze his cock again, he lost control. His rhythmic pumping became harder, faster and uncontrolled. He pumped his semen vigorously and deeply into the unseen woman's womb. He heard the second woman, the one he couldn't see because Isis was in his line of vision, scream out her own lustful satisfaction. He had managed to satisfy two women at the same time. Then it was over.

Isis got off of Gerald's mouth. His face was covered in her vaginal juices; her face was covered by a big smile. Gerald could now see the other woman. It was Jayla. He later found that the other three men had 'prepared' her; they had worked on her while she watched the initial action between him and Isis. When Isis had moved to sit on Gerald's face, Jayla had taken the opportunity to sit on his cock, ready and willing to join the other two in a threesome of orgasmic delight.

After a few moments, Tiana came into view. "Give yourselves a break," she suggested unnecessarily. Turning her attention to Gerald, she said, "You're going to watch your wife entertain our husbands. Once you recharge your battery, you're mine."

* * *

Aiko watched Gerald's initiation with considerable interest. Although she had seen him in another woman's arms before, it always took place in the context of also finding herself in another man's arms. This was the first time she had actually seen her husband's lovemaking from start to finish.

Even more exciting to Aiko was watching the three men strip Jayla and use all their hands and mouths to touch her in all the right places to make her hot and ready. All three knew what turned her on. Aiko wished she were in Jayla's place.

By the time Isis placed her tasty morsel on Gerald's mouth, Jayla was clearly on fire. She stared at his hard stiff cock, while the three men worked on her. As soon as she started approaching her peak she grabbed Gerald's hard stiff cock, and directed it into her sopping wet vaginal opening. She sat down on, swallowing his entire rod in one down-stroke of her pelvis, and then rode it to a huge orgasm just as she felt Gerald spray her insides.

Having just expended himself, Gerald waited until the two women get off him. Having just expended himself, he got off the mat to the bathroom where he clean himself off.

Aiko did not have very long to find out what was next. The three men quickly stripped as her husband headed toward the bathroom. By the time Gerald came back a few minutes later, six hands and the three mouths had began to work their magic on her body. Three penises' were begging for attention and demanding satisfaction. Gerald sat on the sofa to watch.

Aiko squirmed with sensation. She squealed from pleasure. She uttered a series of ohs, uhs and ahs. Six hands and three mouths were working on her at the same time. It was a new and it was exciting.

The three men took turns sucked and licking her twin peaks and her lower mound. Having a mouth on each tit at the same time seemed to double her pleasure. A third mouth latched onto her pussy.

For several minutes, mouths and hands alternated among the three main erogenous zones although they left no spot of her body unexplored. Their constant attention induced in Aiko what seemed to her to be a never-ending series of sensuous sensations. Erotic eddies coursed through body. Her nipples and pussy tingled with their attention. Fluid oozed from slit, the scent of sex filling the air not far behind. More ohs and ahs escaped Aiko's lips.

Gerald felt his cock start to come to life again. The spectacle of seeing his wife being mercilessly seduced turned him on.

Tiana saw his reaction. She sat beside, grasped his cock and started to stroke it up and down.

The three men continued to use their hands and mouths. Jack sucked one tit while his hand caressed Aiko's inner thigh. Dion sucked on the other breast and his hand stroked her other thigh. Luther nursed at her slit.

Again the men changed positions. Dion took Luther's place at her pussy while Luther took Dion's place at her tit. Jack saw Aiko's mouth as she cooed her pleasure at their attention. He put his cock in her mouth. She sucked, willingly, taking in as much of his cock as her small mouth allowed.

Gerald wondered if she would allow one of them to spurt into her mouth. No sooner had he thought the questions than it was answered. Jack released his load into Aiko's mouth. She did not stop sucking until his cock deflated. This, too, was a first for Aiko. Until now, oral sex was just foreplay.

Even as Jack was cumming, he saw Dion, who had hungrily eyed since they arrived, take his mouth off her pussy. He grabbed a bolster and put into under ass. He lined up his cock to her slit and thrust all the way into her vaginal passage. He finally got what he lusted for, Aiko's Asian pussy.

"I have you now, my tasty Asian treat," Dion said. "Time for us to get rid of our virginity."

Aiko smiled. Dion's barely controlled lust for her made her feel hot and sexy. She wanted to be his sex toy. His black cock was fully erect. She had enjoyed ivory and chocolate coks. Now an ebony cock was pressing his horny head against wet exposed hole.

Aiko gasped as Dion's hard cock found its way to the deepest reaches of he womb. She felt the heat of his hard cock inside her. Dion was horny. He wasted no time, moving in and out of her, pumping into her with all the strength he had. But had been on the edge too long. Eager anticipation of penetrating Asian pussy put him on short fuse. He could not wait. He had to take her, and take her now.

Suddenly, his cock blasted his cum into her. Aiko felt his viscous fluid sluice through her love canal. Aiko felt it, wanted it, and welcomed it as she reached her own climatic peak. It was as if her pussy opened as wide as it could to get as much of his cock and semen as she could get, to accept the semen of the man who had lusted after her since he first set on eyes on her.

Gerald watched Dion mount his wife. His cock became fully erect even as another man pleasured his wife, readied himself to spill his seed into her.

Tiana was ready and eager as well. She had seen Isis and Jayla take Gerald. Then she saw Jack and her husband taking Aiko. She saw Luther eagerly waiting for his opportunity to have a go at Aiko.

"It's my turn," she said to Gerald. "Take me from behind so we can both watch what those guys are doing to Aiko."

Gerald directed his cock into her wet hole and began to pump. Tiana moved her hips in a motion that helped Gerald move in and out of her wet hole. Now two women were filling the room with the ohs, uhs and ahs.

Suddenly, Dion's faced clenched. "I can't take it anymore. I'm cumming!" he yelled.

Tiana climaxed next. The erotic scene was too much for her. Gerald held onto her hips and kept thrusting into her. He already had one climax. A second was still a few minutes away.

Gerald and Tiana continued to watch Aiko and her three lovers. They saw Jack and then Dion withdraw their deflating cocks. They saw Luther approach. His cock was hard as friends' had been but a few minutes earlier. Whatever Aiko might have thought, it was clear that Aiko was not yet.

Having not had a much of a chance to descend from her first orgasm, Tiana found herself approaching another one.

Aiko saw Luther, and his hard-on, come nearer. He grabbed her hips. Using his strength, he neatly flipped her over onto her hands and knees.

"Put your head down on your hands," Luther said.

Aiko did as he commanded. This position caused her heart-shaped ass to tilt upwards upwards so that Luther could see both it and her bald now puffy pussy. He placed himself behind her, lined up his cock to her dripping wet pussy hole and drove into her in one stroke.

Aiko grunted as he mounted her. Luther wasted no time pumping into her with all the strength he had. It was as if he were trying to shove his cock into her cervical canal.

Despite her recent orgasm, she relished his intrusion, tried to wrap her muscles around her womb around his cock. He rode her with his hot rod. His balls brushed against her each time his hip slapped against her ass-cheeks with each attempt he made to reach as deep into her innards as he could.

Aiko suddenly realized that she was already heading for another orgasm. She gave herself over to her need, submitted herself to this man's primal instincts, and to her own. She sighed and she grunted. She moaned and she mewled. All that she wanted was the feel of the flood a man's cum flooding inside her. She climaxed at the same as Luther spewed his semen into willing, passion-wracked body. Then she collapsed onto her belly while her lover withdrew the instrument of her pleasure.

Tiana launched into her second orgasm. Gerald was ready as well. His own gusher poured into Tiana's womb. They two collapsed, now sated.

It was well past midnight when the party finally ended. The four couples were so pre-occupied by their orgy that they forgot to greet the New Year with the usual toasts and greetings. No matter, they had greeted the New Year with a big bang.

Aiko and Gerald returned to the motel. Exhausted, they took showers and fell asleep almost immediately. Tomorrow they would head back home.

* * *

The drive home in snowy conditions was treacherous. Gerald drove slowly; he had to be extraordinarily careful, but it gave the couple a chance to discuss their experiences.

"Two more firsts for you, Aiko. You've done your first blowjob. You've had your first, and you were practically gangbanged. I confess," Gerald continued, "that I'm more voyeuristic than I gave myself credit for."

"How so?" she asked.

"Watching those three guys take you on gave me a raging hard-on even though I had just finished fucking Isis."

"You're not alone, hon," Aiko said. "Watching you with Isis made me so hot and horny that I ready for them even before they touched me. Those guys could have done anything with me as long as it gave me pleasure. I loved it when they took control and I got to enjoy the ride."

Finally, they made it home.

*****

Coming next in Chapter 10 Blind Woman's Buff: Aiko gets a birthday bang.



A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 10



Author's Note: All errors are strictly mine.

* * *

"I have a talk with you," Aiko said one Saturday morning.

Gerald raised an eyebrow. "You talk to me all the time," he said.

"Be serious," she said as she rolled her eyes in mild exasperation. She knew he liked playing games with words. "You know what I mean."

"You mean you want to discuss something out of the ordinary. It also means you're worried about my reaction."

"You think like a woman, Gerald."

"No," he replied, "I just know how you think."

"Whatever."

"Let's have dinner," he suggested, "Afterwards, we'll relax a little to give ourselves a chance to digest our meals. Then we'll have out talk. Okay?"

Later in the evening, after watching a show they both enjoyed, Gerald patted the place next to him on the sofa. It was an obvious invitation to his Asian wife to cuddle.

"Okay, what's on your mind," he asked.

She sat beside him, snuggling against him. She enjoyed the protective feel of his arms around her.

"I think I'm turning into a slut," she stated.

"How so? Have you been fooling around on me? Have you been with some guy I don't know about? Are you jumping on every stiff cock you can find?"

"No, hon, I haven't. You know I won't do that. It's against our rules."

"Then why do you think you're turning into a slut?" he asked.

"If I tell, you won't get mad at me, right?"

"Getting angry for telling the truth is against our rules," he replied.

"We've had a lot of swinging experience now. Don't you agree?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered. Gerald wasn't yet sure if she was changing the subject or preparing him for what she wanted to say next.

"We've enjoyed our experiences so far but it's fair to say some were more enjoyable than others."

"That's only logical," he agreed.

"What do you enjoy the most?" she asked.

"Besides you of course, different pussy," he answered.

"Anything else?" she asked.

"I'm an old-fashioned type of guy," he replied. "I don't like using a condom. I love the idea of filling my lover's unprotected womb with my cum," he confessed. "It turns me on knowing another man is attempting to do the same to you, my wife and the mother of my children."

Aiko hesitated, then decided to plunge ahead. "I'm glad you said that because I feel the same way. I love the feel of a man's cock inside me," she admitted. "I love the feel of his cock spraying his cum into my womb. I get wet just thinking about it," she blushed.

"We both like having sex with other people," Gerald agreed. "That's not knew. W've been very honest and open about it to each other. "But I sense there's something else going on here," Gerald concluded

Aiko swallowed hard. "I want to experience what it's like to be a sexual submissive," she said quietly. "For one day, I want to be a slut wife, a sex slave."

"Ah," Gerald said stringing out the sound.

'That is not really a surprise,' Gerald thought. Hints of her submissive streak had been there all along.'

"Let me think about it, okay?" he said out loud.

"Okay."

* * *

Several weeks passed. Aiko's birthday approached. Gerald and Aiko agreed to organize a party attended by both family and friends. They asked that no gifts be given. Instead, they asked everyone to bring either food or drink. They wanted the party to focus on family and friends.

After every one had left, Gerald told his wife he had a custom-made gift just for her. Although she insisted on seeing it, he refused, saying that she would have to wait a week because it wasn't quite ready yet.

Naturally, Gerald's mysterious gift triggered Aiko's female curiosity. All week long she nagged Gerald, urging him to tell her what it was. Gerald was adamant in his refusal to tell her, insisting she be patient.

For Aiko, the week seemed to take forever but Saturday finally arrived. Gerald informed her that they were going to have a lunch. She would receive her surprise gift later.

When they finished Gerald drove out into the countryside.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"I'm not saying," he replied. "As matter of fact I don't even want you to see where we're going." He tossed a blindfold toward her. "Put it on. Make sure not even a sliver of light gets through."

"What's going on," she asked.

"Don't ask," he replied, "otherwise there'll be no surprise. And I won't give you your gift unless I can surprise you."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Okay, have it you way." She put it on.

Gerald continued to drive what seemed to her an unusually long time. She could tell he was making various turns but otherwise had no idea where they were going.

Finally the car stopped. Gerald got out of car, walked over to the passenger's side, opened the door and helped his wife out of the car.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"Don't ask," he replied sternly. "And from now don't speak unless you are spoken to."

The walk was not long. Aiko heard Gerald knock on the door. It opened.

She heard Gerald say, "Well, we're here."

"Come in," said a voice she didn't recognize.

"Do you want something to drink?" the voice asked Aiko.

"Just some water, please," she answered.

"Go get a bottle of water, please, while I take our guests to the rec room," the voice said

Aiko heard someone walk away. Apparently, Gerald had taken her to a house of people she didn't know.

Gerald, holding Aiko's hand, followed the voice to the rec room.

"Let her sit here for a minute," the voice told Gerald.

Gerald guided Aiko to her seat. "Don't remove your blindfold," he reminded his wife

'What the hell is going on?' she wondered.

She heard the footsteps return. A bottle of water was put in her hand. She drank from it. Then she heard more footsteps.

Gerald brought her out of her reverie. "Some gentlemen here are going to strip you," he announced. He used a commanding tone in his voice.

She hesitated. 'What the hell!' she thought.

"Today is the day I'm turning you into a sex slave!" he proclaimed.

And then it dawned on her. Gerald was granting her wish. She felt her body react with excitement.

"Remove your footwear," Gerald told her.

She did. She was in bare feet. Her legs were bare; she rarely wore nylons.

Then Gerald spoke again. "Number 1, you may remove her blouse. Hand it to me."

"With pleasure," he said. It was the voice that had greeted them at the door.

Aiko felt the tug of Number 1's fingers as he undid the blouse. He walked around her. From behind, he helped her pull her arms out of from the sleeves. He stood very close to her; she heard his breathing. Wet lips planted themselves on the nape of her neck. A tongue darted out as if to taste her. They worked their way toward her ear. His nose brushed her ear. He took in her scent. Then he nibbled just underneath the lower lobe of her ear.

Aiko shivered.

"Mmm," Number 1 said, "you smell and taste good Aiko. "You've never met me" he said, "but you'll get to know me very well, very soon."

Number 1 stopped for a moment only to plant his lips just below her chin. He nibbled there as well. His lips explored every part of her neck. Sometimes his hand stroked her upper chest but avoided her bra-covered breasts.

Aiko wondered if she would end up with a rash of hickeys.

"That's enough for now Number 1," Gerald said after a few minutes. "Aiko," he said turning to his wife, "you'll service Number 1 first. But not yet."

Her own husband was ordering to submit to a stranger. She wondered what he would do with her, how he would use her to satisfy his lusts. 'If there is a Number one,' she surmised, 'there must also be a Number 2. Would there be more?' she asked herself.

Aiko suddenly had a bad case of the butterflies in her stomach.

"It's your turn Number 2," Gerald announced. "You may remove her skirt."

Number 2 undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor.

"Step out of skirt, Aiko," Gerald ordered.

She did. Gerald picked up her dress.

"You may play with her thighs," Gerald said.

Number 2 said nothing but his hands caress her thighs firmly but sensually. Sometimes both hands flowed up and down one thigh and then up and down the other. Sometimes, there was one hand on each thigh, caressing both thighs at the same time. Every so often she felt lips kiss her thigh. Each kiss seemed to bring the man's lips ever closer to her pussy. Then he kissed her thigh along the panty line. She felt the pressure of his nose against her vulva. She heard his nose breathe in her aroma. More kisses on her thighs followed.

Once in a while, a hand tantalizingly approached her moistening pussy. A finger lightly and teasingly brushed across her labia. She wished she wasn't wearing panties.

If he was trying to turn her on, Aiko thought, he was succeeding magnificently. A metaphor came to mind; she was hotter than a firecracker.

"That's enough for now Number 2," Gerald said.

Number 2 stopped. He never said a word.

Aiko heard him walk away. A chair moved as he sat down. She wondered what was next.

"Number 3, please remove my wife's bra," Gerald announced. "You may play with her breasts."

Aiko heard footsteps approach. Someone stood behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell away but not to the floor. Number 3 caught the bra and handed it over to Gerald.

Aiko felt large warm hands envelope her breasts and massage them. She heard his breathing because his mouth was close to her ear. He pressed his erection against her sensual bottom. The pleasurable feeling generated by his skilful handling of her bosom caused her to lean back against him as if she was trying thrust out her mammaries to make them even more easily accessible to his erotic attention.

"I'd love to manhandle for hours," Number 3 whispered in her ear. "My mouth is watering just at the thought of mounting you and filling you with my cum."

Aiko didn't recognize his voice either. She became nervous. Apparently, Gerald had arranged for a group of strangers to turn her into a slut wife.

A few minutes passed. "That's enough for now," Gerald interrupted. "Your turn to take her will come," Gerald interjected. "It's Number 4's turn. Take off her panties," he instructed Number 4.

Fingers insinuated themselves underneath the panty-strap. They pulled her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them. Aiko was now totally naked.

Gerald picked up her panties and out them, along with her other clothes, on a nearby end table.

"Number 4 you may massage my lovely's wife's beautiful ass."

"Number 4 did exactly what he was bidden to do. He kneaded her ass-cheeks. He let his fingers caress the valley between them, lightly touching her anus and perineum. Aiko trembled at his touch. Without thinking, she spread her legs slightly to give him easier access. More tremors echoed through her body.

"You may look and taste," Gerald said to Number 4.

Number 4 gazed at her bald pussy. He forced her legs to open wider. Then he put his mouth so close to her that Aiko could feel the heat of his breath against her pussy.

"Do you enjoy her aroma?" Gerald asked Number 4.

He said nothing. Aiko could not see that he had nodded a yes. She knew his mouth and nose were very close. She wanted to feel his tongue lick across her lower lips and clitoris.

"That's enough," Gerald. "It's hard to resist that pussy, isn't it?" Gerald said.

Number 4 remained silent. He nodded but of course Aiko didn't see.

"Let's find out how ready she is," Gerald said. "Number 4, please put your finger in her box and tell us if she's ready."

Aiko felt a finger, then a second, enter her. She gasped at the erotic intrusion.

"Is she hot and wet?" Gerald asked.

Aiko heard no answer. Number 4 must have nodded in affirmation.

'Stupid question,' Aiko thought knowing her husband was drawing out her seduction to point where she would be so excited she would submit to almost anything.

Gerald kneeled. "She's getting there," he observed, "but some more work is needed."

Aiko felt his hot breath caress her exposed pussy. He stuck his finger into her pussy hole.

'You despicable pussy teaser,' she thought, then smiled.

"Aiko," Gerald said, "you'll do whatever these men tell you to do. Put both hands on the back of your neck. Stand still until you're told otherwise. Understood?"

"Yes," she replied.

She felt a wave of hands start exploring every nook and cranny of her body. There were so many hands she couldn't tell how many there were. Sometimes a cock brushed against her body. She captured two of them with her hands. Every so often, a cock in her hand was replaced by another.

She felt the heat in her body rise. Her nipples were now fully erect. Her pussy flowed. Her body ached with pleasure at the sensation of many hands exploring and probing her body. Hands massaged her breasts. Fingers tugged at her nipples. Hands stroked her thighs and other hands stroked her belly. Hands lingered over her vulva. Fingers parted her labia, others her vaginal opening. Hands explored her perineum and a finger even penetrated her ass.

Aiko felt herself tremble with excitement. Her breathing became heavier, more laboured. She wanted one of them to mount her. Her womb ached to be filled by a hard cock, to feel the squirting of a lover's juices inside her body. She wanted to cum, to lose control, to be taken again and again.

She barely had the presence of mind to remember that she didn't know these guys. 'Oh my god,' she panicked. 'They'd better use safes!'

Fearful, she started to ask Gerald about it but he cut her off. "Slaves have no right to ask questions," he said sternly. "You belong to me. You'll do what you're told. Understood?"

"Yes," she croaked.

By this point, Aiko was almost too far-gone in lust to care what anybody did. She decided to submit completely, come what may. Her heart fluttered along with the butterflies in her stomach. Her own husband was turning her into a sex toy to be used by a group of strangers!

"Number 1," he called. "You take over. You and the others can use her any way you like. You're not done until she's too exhausted to get up. I'll be back in a couple of hours."

Aiko heard his footsteps. A door closed. She was alone. No not alone. She was at the mercy of at least four men.

'A couple of ours?' she thought but she was given no further chance to dwell on her situation.

Once more multiple hands fondled her body. Several mouths joined them.

"Let's take her over to the mattress," Number 1 suggested.

The hands lifted her easily. She felt the sag of the mattress as they laid her down. A mouth latched onto one nipple joined by a hand that then directed her tit into the mouth. The other hand caressed her belly. Another mouth latched onto the other nipple. One hand caressed her shoulder while the other travelled down her belly. The two mouths suckled on her breasts. Her nipples seemed to become even hard; she loved the feel of the nursing mouths.

She felt two hands hold her head. A male mouth pressed lips and against hers. A tongue shot out into her mouth, French-kissing her.

Almost simultaneously, two hands parted her thighs. Someone placed a pillow underneath her ass to expose her bald pussy for all to see. She sensed that someone putting himself in place between her legs. She felt his hot breath approach her wet slit. A tongue licked and then sucked, latching onto her pussy almost as if to nurse from it. The tongue explored all her female parts. It even thrust itself into her love hole.

Aiko gave herself completely to her lust. Definitely, there were four men. Two men nursed at her tits. The other two French-kissed her, one on her mouth, the other on her pussy lips.

Aiko responded to their erotic attention. Aiko's nipples were rock-hard; they were exploding with sensitivity. She returned the responded to the man French-kissing her mouth in equal measure. She shoved her pussy into the mouth of the fourth lover.

Her body trembled with a surfeit of sensation. Her love canal flowed and flooded. Her vaginal muscles began to spasm as if to clasp onto a cock and force it to spill its life-giving juices into her. She was approaching her climax.

She spread her legs wide apart. "Please take me," she cried. "I don't give a damn which one is first!"

She barely registered the fact that the man who had used his mouth on her pussy had now mounted her. Thrusting vigorously, he did not last long. It didn't matter. Aiko just wanted to feel him cum inside her. She felt the spasms of his cock as he emptied himself into her. It was too much. Her body melded into his as she flew into her own orgasmic orbit.

"She's cumming hard, really hard," one of the men said. The voice belonged to Number 3.

"We're not done with her," Number 1 said. "She's our fuck-toy for tonight. You heard what Gerald said. We can fuck her until she is too exhausted to get up."

"She is so gorgeous," said Number 3. "I'm so glad we got this chance to have our way with her."

'Finally?' Aiko vaguely thought as the men stopped to change positions.

Number 1 addressed Aiko. "We had a lottery of sorts," he informed her, "to decide who gets to do what to you first. I won. But it's going to take more than one guy to turn you into a slut wife. I need to recuperate. I'll be back," he promised. "It's Number 2's turn now."

Aiko felt a pair of hands turn her around. She was to get on her hands and knees. The hands caressed around her ass-cheeks, the back of her thighs, across and around her pussy. Number 1's cum was dripping out of her.

Number 2 pressed against her ass. Aiko felt his stiff cock poking at her pussy. The man's hand slipped between her legs to clasp his cock. He directed to into her slit. It slid in easily. Number 2's grasped her waist to keep her in place. He started to pump into her.

Aiko moaned with excitement. Another man was taking full control of her body. She rejoiced at the pleasure she received from his hard-pumping cock. He pleased her and she wanted to please him in return.

"Fuck me harder," she mewled after a few minutes. Then she clamped down on his cock with her pussy muscles. "Fill my womb with you seed," she begged. Turn me into a wanton slut."

The last sentence was too much for Number 2. As Aiko reached her second climax, her unknown lover orgasmed into her. She felt the flow of his viscous fluid inside her vagina, mixing with the juices of her first lover.

After a brief pause, Aiko collapsed on her belly. "Oh, oh god," she grunted. "I feel so good."

While Aiko was still in her sexual haze, she barely noticed that Number 3 had replaced Number 2. He turned her over onto her back again. He spread her legs and mounted her immediately.

"Please let me have a break," she said.

"If you can talk, you're not exhausted," Number 3 said. "Gerald told us to Take our pleasure with you until you're too exhausted to get up."

Aiko found herself relishing the idea of having a third man taking her. Number 3 mounted her, slowly pushing and withdrawing his rock-hard cock. Then, much to her surprise he pulled out completely.

"Wha-what's happening," she gasped.

"Relax," Number 3 said, "Lift your bum up so I can put this bolster underneath. He then added pillows to support her back. "Comfortable?" he asked."

After she nodded her agreement, Number 3's hands adjusted her position. He mounted her again. With each instroke he appeared to be trying to shove his cock as far back into her vagina as possible. After about a minute or two, he pulled out again.

"Relax," Number 3 said again. I know you've done this at least once before."

'Done what?' Aiko asked herself. Her question was quickly answered.

Number 3, his cock covered in sexual juices from Aiko's womb, put the tip of his cock against her sphincter and pushed in slowly but steadily.

Aiko uttered an 'ah' but made no attempt to resist Number 3's invasion of rear canal. She remembered Bill's sodomy of her as a pleasant but odd experience. It had never been repeated.




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'Did Gerald tell him about Bill?' she asked herself. She shrugged mentally. 'My pussy could use a break,' she thought. She let herself relax.

Number 3 was gentle. He worked his way into her asshole very slowly to allow her to get used to the sensation of having an object moving in her rectum. When he looked at her, he could tell she liked what he was doing. He continued for several more minutes.

"I'm ready to erupt," he informed Aiko.

"Don't wait for me," she grunted. "I'm your sex toy. Use me. Put your cum in my ass.

Number 3 blasted the contents of his balls into her rectum. Aiko made no move as Number 3 pulled out.

"Number 4," he called as he headed to the bathroom to clean himself, "it's your turn."

Aiko was still lying on her back in blissful lassitude when she heard Number 4 arrive. He brought a towel, which he used to wipe the excess sexual juices from her pussy and asshole. He picked her up and held her against his body. Aiko flopped on him like a ragdoll. He put an arm around her ass and started to lower her. His other arm held onto his erect cock. He lowered her until the tip of his cock entered the mouth of her pussy. He let go of his cock to grasp Aiko around her waist. Now holding her with both arms, Number 4 dropped her down onto his hard hot staff until it was completely buried inside her pussy.

Aiko wrapped her arms around Number 4's neck, but otherwise hung passively against him.

Number 4 took her back to the mattress. He got down on his knees, keeping his hot rod inside her, then put her down on her back. For several minutes Number 4 slid his muscular tube slowly and steadily in and out of her love canal.

After a while, Aiko felt the orgasm-induced torpor brought about by her earlier lovers replaced once more by sexual need. In her growing ardour, she pushed her hips against his thrusts.

Number 4 was glad to feel her respond. Her warm pussy wrapped around his cock, her soft thighs around his waist, her luscious breasts pressed against his chest, her mewling into his ear as her desire started to rise, made it difficult for him to keep his own passion under control.

His lingering caresses and kissed. His strong, tight, yet gentle hold on her body against his evoked sensations in Aiko that would bring her yet another climax.

"More," she grunted. "Harder."

Number 4 obliged her. He thrust into her faster, harder and, it seemed deeper. He pushed into her as deep as possible. He wanted to drench her womb with a shower of his viscous juices.

"Oh yes, make me cum. I'm almost there," Aiko moaned, knowing he was reaching for the farthest recesses of vagina. Then suddenly she cried out. "Now! Pour everything you've got into me."

Number 4 released everything he had had into her.

Aiko's mewl was almost a scream. "Oh my god," she bellowed.

Both burst into orgasm and then collapsed in exhaustion.

After that, Aiko could only remember that Number 1 kept his promise. He took her one more time. Exhausted, Aiko's evening ended when she fell into a deep sleep. She had no idea if any one else took advantage of her while she slept. Neither did she care.

* * *

Aiko woke up late on the morning to find herself alone. She heard activity outside the bedroom door. She decided to take a shower first. After putting on a bathrobe, she opened the bedroom door to see who was there.

"Surprise!" a number of male and female voices said. In addition to her smiling husband, there had to be at least seven couples. She recognized five them, the three couples from her own group and the two black couples from the Buffalo group. Two white couples were strangers to her.

"Welcome back to the land of the awake," Gerald said. "Let me introduce our friends. This is Malcolm, a.k.a. Number 1, and his wife Sarah. Dion was Number 2 by the way. Chris was Number 3. The lovely lady standing beside him is his wife Helen. Luther was Number 4. I know you've got a lot of questions, hon," he continued. "I'll fill you in later. Right now, we want to celebrate the occasion of your birthday even if it was a week ago."

So another party began but this time there was no sex. As Aiko was to find out later that day, she and her four paramours were not the only ones who were busy that night.

Gerald came up to his wife and took in his arms, embracing and kissing her tenderly.

"I hope you liked my birthday present," he said.

"I loved it. Thank you, hon," she said putting her arms around her husband's way. "But I think a break now would be nice too."

"Anything you say, my love," Gerald said.

"And what were doing while I was having my fun?" Aiko asked her husband.

"I'll tell you later sweetheart. But believe me I need a break too."

"Brunch is ready," a woman called. Aiko recognized it has Wei-ling's voice. "It's only enough to tide us over until the barbecue is ready," she announced.

After they ate, the seven couples enjoyed the sun and caught up on each others' news.

"There's some beer and wine in the fridge, Gerald announced later in the afternoon. "Bill, you and Malcolm promised to grill the steaks so you'd better get it. Norman and Rajiv will go buy some more beer and wine so we don't run out. Their wives will go with them to buy some more food and snacks. You, Aiko, are queen for a day. You relax. The rest of us will do the preparations and the cleanup.

When they returned home that evening, Aiko and Gerald took showers and put on their nightclothes. They were still tired from the previous night's exertions. Once they settled into bed, Gerald began to relate what else happened.

"I told Bill about what you wanted to be a slut wife for one day. I also told him the idea of strangers taking you sexually turned you on. So we talked about it for a while."

"Tell me what happened in as much detail as you can remember," Aiko said.

"Okay," he said. "It went down in the following way.

* * *

"Bill, I'm not comfortable with the idea of arranging something involving total strangers. Although I want to please her, her health and safety are my primary considerations. I will make no concessions on that score."

"Umm, let me think about that," Bill said.

For several minutes Bill mulled the problem in his mind. Suddenly his face lit up.

"I got it! he exclaimed. "It would be really hard to arrange but it's not impossible.

"What?" Gerald asked curiously.

"Why don't we invite our Buffalo friends? It will be an excuse to invite to our fair city. Bill turned to Gerald. "When is Aiko's birthday?" he asked.

Gerald told him.

"That's about three months away," Bill said. "What I've got in mind should be doable. Let me call Malcolm and see what he thinks of my idea. He might even have some ideas of his own."

Bill phoned Malcolm. He was home. Bill talked to Malcolm for almost 15 minutes.

"He thinks it is a great idea and that his group would go for," Bill informed Gerald. "He reminded me you two did not meet him and his wife or Helen and Chris because they had other obligations at the time. That means they are, in a sense, strangers to you and Aiko."

"That's true," Gerald agreed. "And not only that, because they have the pretty well same rules as, we can be confident that they are clean. But what about the others?" Gerald asked.

"A little deception will go a long way to realizing Aiko's fantasy," Bill said. We can blindfold her so she can't see anybody. After all, she had sex with Dion, Luther and Jack only on that one night on New year's Eve. On the other hand, we've shared our spouses quite a few times now. She would probably recognize us even with a blindfold on. But that wouldn't be the case for the Buffalo boys."

"I like that idea," Gerald said. "Two semi-strangers, and two she's met only once. That sounds good. We just have to make sure that Dion and Luther keep quiet so she can't identify them through their voices."

Two weeks later, Bill updated Gerald about their plans. "Malcolm loves the idea," Bill said. "He and Chris were disappointed they couldn't attend when you guys were in Buffalo. Everyone will make the trek here for Aiko's surprise party except Jack and Isis. They've got commitments they can't get out of."

"Great," I'll be able to grant Aiko her wish and still keep it among friends, Gerald said pleased with how things were working out.

"Malcolm is going to make arrangements at their end," Bill continued. "And Wei-ling and I will handled the arrangements at this end. If you tried to do it, Aiko would eventually notice that something was going on."

"Agreed," Gerald said.

And so Aiko's surprise was set up and accomplished.

* * *

Aiko listened intently. "That was very clever of you two," she finally said. "Half my lovers really were strangers, in a sense, but still known, if indirectly, to us, and the other half succeeded in giving me the impression they were strangers too by keeping their mouths shut. At the same time, there was no risk of disease because both groups have the same rules about safe sex. "But what did the rest of you do while those four guys were working me over?" she asked.

"It was a bit difficult," Gerald admitted. "Let's face it. Four guys can't possibly have sufficient stamina to please seven women while you had four guys all to yourself.

"But what about the other women? Weren't they a little pissed at having some men taken away from them?"

"Not at all, hon, they knew what was going to happened and agreed to it. They really like you, you know, and wanted you to have a big bang to celebrate your birthday."

"So how did you manage?" Aiko asked.

"The four of us made liberal use of our mouths," Gerald continued. "The other guys eventually helped us out a bit too. Malcolm told me he went back to you for seconds but he could tell you were nearing exhausted. He took you again after which you fell asleep. Dion, Luther and Chris didn't get a second chance. They helped me satisfy the other women."

Aiko was silent.

Gerald turned to his wife. "You were pleasured and pleased, right?"

Aiko blushed. "Yes, I was. I enjoyed my first real gangbang but..."

"But what?"

Aiko turned red. "You're illusion worked very well. I actually thought total strangers were fucking me. I enjoyed the thought of being your slut wife, and doing whatever you wanted me to do. It thrilled me to completely let myself go, to submit to men's lusts. I felt like a wild sexual animal. I loved it. I even imagined them trying to make me pregnant."

"Meaning?" Gerald asked.

Aiko looked at him, a look of confusion on her face.

"About total strangers taking you," Gerald prompted.

"What?" Aiko still seemed confused by the turn in their talk.

"What we were talking about," he prompted again, "About the illusion of making it with total strangers."

"Meaning," Aiko grasped for the right words and phrases but found none, "I wanted to experience what it's like to be taken by total strangers, people we don't know at all, directly or even indirectly," she said completing her thought.

"I never thought you had such a wild streak in you," Gerald remarked quietly.

"I want to know what it feels like to be a sex toy, Aiko confessed, "but only for a little while. But don't worry about it," she added. "What you set up for me was good enough to give me a taste of what it's like."

It took a few moments for the import of Aiko's words struck Gerald. She had made a confession! She was disappointed that her lovers were not total strangers! The thought of submitting her self to unknown men thrilled her!

This time, Gerald was silent. His wife was being honest. He couldn't be angry with her. Quite to the contrary, the thought of making her someone else's sex toy excited him. His cock stood erect.

While pursuing her own train of thought, Aiko realizing her use of phrases like 'good enough' and 'a taste of what it's like' may have come across to her husband as disappointment.

"Oh," Aiko said, "I didn't mean..." she started to say.

Gerald interrupted her by pull her into his arms. As he kissed her passionately, His hands travelled down between her legs. He dipped two fingers into her vaginal opening. She was soaking wet. He couldn't have had a better confirmation that experiencing sex with total strangers really excited her.

Aiko kissed her husband. "Hon, you're second to none in pleasing me. And I really do love you all the more for what you did for me for my birthday."

She put her hand on his cock as a gesture of conciliation. What she found was an iron-hard tool. Apparently, he was just excited by what she said as she was in saying it.

Aiko wasted no time in taking advantage of his newfound ardour. She grabbed his stiff cock and put it inside her. Taking the initiative, she rode up and down his cock. As her warm wetness surrounded his erection, Gerald began pumping into her rhythmically, slowly at first, but as the minutes passed, with increasing vigour.

"Oh yeah," she sighed.

Gerald moaned as they both reached their blissful peaks.

Afterwards the couple cuddled for a few minutes more before falling asleep.

In Chapter 11 The Masked Ball: Gerald shows off his tango; Aiko shows off herself.



A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 11



Chapter 11 The Masked Ball

Author's Note: All errors are strictly mine. 

* * *

Spring arrived. It had been a while since all four couples were able to meet together at the same time. Everyone agreed to have Bill and Wei-ling hold the party in their home because it was the only that could accommodate all four couples comfortably. On such occasions, the four couples made an entire day out of it, giving them plenty of time for talk, food and sex.

As they pulled into the driveway, Aiko and Gerald recalled when they first met Bill. He once ran his own successful construction company. He sold his company in favour of early retirement. His Chinese wife, Wei-ling, was of Chinese origin. Bill's was long-time friend of big Hairy Norman, and his little perky Emma. Aiko and Gerald met them on a cruise. By the time the vacation was over, they had what turned out to be a wild experience for a couple who most people saw as fairly proper straight-laced. (See Chapters 4, 6 and 7 - Pimanko) In fact, Aiko and Gerald enjoyed their swinging experience so much that they agreed to continue swinging with the two couples after the cruise.

Aiko and Gerald also recalled the events that led to their initiation of Binal and Rajiv, a couple who originally came from India, into the swinging lifestyle. (See Chapter 8 - Pimanko) They recruited them into their swinging group as the fourth couple.

They knocked on the door. Bill and Wei-ling greeted their opposite number with an intimate hug and lingering kiss. The men shook hands; the women offered each other a peck on the cheek.

On this particular day, the talk among the four couples took on an unusual direction when Bill mentioned he knew of some swingers' parties with special themes. He captured his audience's attention.

"How do they find out about them?" Gerald had asked wondering how Nill knew so, much.

"Well, some of it," Bill explained, "you find on the Internet but most of the really unusual stuff is transmitted by word of mouth. For example, a few weeks ago, Wei-ling and I attended an on-premises club. We used condoms," he added parenthetically. "As we were leaving, our hosts invited us to attend a special event scheduled toward the end of next month. They asked us to tell other couples we thought who might be interested. The cut-off date for accepting the invitation is two weeks before the party scheduled date."

"So what so special about this party?" Gerald asked.

"It's supposed to be a masked ball," Bill replied. "Couples who attend this party are assigned the name of a famous lover. It's arranged in such a way as to prevent your spouse from being the matching lover. For example, if I'm 'Napoleon', Wei-ling won't be given the name 'Josephine'. She might be 'Cleopatra.' In that case, her lover would be whoever is 'Anthony'."

"In other words, sex with a total stranger," Gerald summarized.

"Not necessarily a total stranger, although that's the general idea, but definitely anonymous."

"What you mean?" Gerald prodded.

"If we all went separately," Bill explained, "we could end up with someone from our own swinging group by sheer luck of the draw. We're not strangers to each other," he laughed. "Far from it."

"So how is it anonymous?" Gerald asked.

"I'll explain in a minute," Bill replied. "Let me give you some context first."

"Okay," Gerald agreed.

"There are several rules for this particular party," Bill continued. "Firstly, it's couples only. All couples must be married or in a long-term common-law relationship. Secondly, anonymity is essential. No one can have as their lover the person whose face they saw before they put on their masks. If two or more couples arrived at the same time, whether they know each other or not, none will be given the famous lover's matching partner."

Bill took a sip his drink.

"There's one more stipulation you have to know about. Everyone has to be tested to ensure they have no transmittable disease. The tests will be done privately by medical personnel who are swingers."

"Why?" Aiko interrupted.

"No rubbers," Bill said. "If the idea of having unprotected sex with total strangers is too wild for you, don't go."

Bill, who had helped Gerald set up Aiko's birthday party, was well aware of Aiko's interest in sex with strangers. (See Chapter 9 - Pimanko)

Gerald watched his wife intently to see how she was reacting. Aiko seemed lost in thought.

"What are you thinking, hon?" Gerald asked.

"What if you don't like the look of the person who has the matching name?"

Aiko's question showed her concern, but it also told Gerald she was interested.

"Good question," Bill replied. "The person with the matching name is your first lover of the night. If you go to this party, you're agreeing in advance to have unprotected sex with this person. The whole point of this party is sex with a stranger no matter what they look like. After that, what you do, and with whom, is your business. In other words, if you can't accept this condition, don't go."

"Oh," said Aiko with a lengthened vowel.

Aiko and Gerald glanced at each other, wondering what the other was thinking.

"You can change your mind any time up to the point when you arrive at the party," Bill continued. "I've never heard of anyone changing your mind after they arrived because this kind of party appeals to a particular type of swinger. They go into these parties with open eyes, open minds and, in the case of the women, open legs."

"Don't be crass," Wei-ling chided her husband. She turned to the others. "And if her could go, he'll be open mouthed."

They laughed.

"Please, Bill, don't be like Gerald," Aiko pleaded light-heartedly, "I get enough of that sort of joking at home from Gerald."

Gerald ignored Aiko's comment. "How is this event being paid for?" he asked.

"You have to pay a fee upfront before the deadline," Bill replied. "They're very strict about it. If you miss the deadline, you miss your chance to attend the party. Also, the entry fee is non-refundable. The organizers need to know how many couples are expected to attend, and how much money they have before they can finalize their plans."

"That makes sense," Gerald said. "How do they know when to start the party? Do they wait for everyone to show up?" asked Gerald.

"Everyone who intends to show up must do so no later than 9 o'clock. If you're late, you're out of luck, no admission no refund. As soon as the deadline passes, they will then know exactly how many couples actually arrived. After that, they distribute the names of the famous lovers."

"Are you guys going?" Aiko asked.

"Damn right, we are," said Emma eagerly.

"We like to but we can't," Wei-ling said. "Bill's nephew is getting married on that day."

"We're not going either," added Rajiv. "It sounds too wild for us."

"Obviously, Aiko and I have to talk about it," Gerald said.

* * *

Two weeks later, Aiko and Gerald were sitting on the sofa. They had just finished watching one of their favourite TV shows. There was nothing else worth watching, so they turned on some music and cuddled.

"Have you thought about the masked ball?" Gerald asked.

"Yeah, I have," Aiko said. She seemed shy or embarrassed about something.

"Well?" he persisted.

"Do you want to go?" she countered.

Gerald decided not to let her off the hook. "I asked you first, hon." He put a finger on her chin, and gently tilted her face toward his. "Tell me."

"I think I want to go," she mumbled almost inaudibly.

"I hardly heard you, dear. What did you say?"

"I said I think I want to go," she said more clearly.

"Oh really?"

She blushed again.

Realizing he was making her feel very uncomfortable, Gerald changed tact. "So do I," he assured her. "As matter of fact, I look forward to it."

Aiko felt instant relief flow through her body. "So you're not angry at me for contemplating sex with some random stranger."

"Why would I be?" he replied. "Our two cruise adventures, and our first encounter with Binal and Rajiv involved sex with people who were strangers."

"Yeah, but we got to know them a little bit first," she pointed out. "By the time we had sex with them, they weren't total strangers any more. Except for Norman and Emma, everyone will be strangers, at least as far as we know."

"Then talk to your paramour first, get to know him, before he gets to know you," Gerald said grinning from ear to ear.

"Smart ass," she said.

"Well, since we've started swinging, our sex life has become even more interesting. I'm all for that. Aren't you?" he asked.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm turning into a slut," she answered.

"You've already confessed you like to feel like a slut once in a while," he said smiling. "You said so yourself after your surprise birthday party."

"I did and I do," she conceded.

"I take that to mean we're going. Right?"

"Yes."

"So, to be clear, we agree to attend the masked ball where we'll have unprotected sex with whoever has the famous lover's name that corresponds to the one we arbitrarily assigned, a lover who, in all likelihood, will be a total stranger. Correct?"

"Yes," she answered.

"But what if he's ugly or really old?" Gerald asked.

"I figure anyone going to this party would probably be in good shape," she replied.

"That's an assumption, Aiko," Gerald pointed out. "No mention was ever made about age, race, or any other physical characteristic. Are you ready to accept your lover no matter what he looks like? He could be a 90-year old fogey, or a dwarf, or a succubus with mucus-covered tentacles."

Aiko laughed knowing her husband was exaggerating but he was making a valid point.

While Aiko was thinking about what gerald just said, hed asked another question. "Do we go with Emma and Norman or do we go by ourselves?"

"By which you mean," she answered, "based on the masked ball's rules, do we exclude them as sex partners by arriving with them?"

"That's right," he confirmed. "After all, they aren't strangers. We can have sex with them at any time. We don't need to go to a masked ball for that. What's the point of going to a party to have sex with a stranger only to end up with someone you already know?" he asked rhetorically.

"True," Aiko agreed.

"So, can I call contact the name Bill gave me to tell them we're in and pay the entry fee?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Are you sure?" Gerald asked. "Remember the rules."

Aiko gulped. "Yes, and I'll call Emma and Norman to invite them here for dinner before we go. We'll go together with them. Okay?"

"Okay."

Aiko phoned Emma. She informed her of their decision to attend the masked ball.

"Excellent!" Emma exclaimed. "But let's go to restaurant for dinner before we go to the ball," she suggested. "I don't want you to have to worry about making dinner and cleaning up afterwards when we've got a hot evening to enjoy."

Aiko agreed gratefully. She told Gerald about the change in plans. They would meet at the restaurant and from there go to the masked ball.

* * *

The big day arrived. The two couples left the restaurant and headed for the masked ball. They found parking spaces near a fast-food place about a block away. From there they walked to party's location.

There was a simple sign on the door. It read: 'Private party. Invitees only.' They walked in, finding themselves in an antechamber where a scantily clad lady greeted them. After confirming that the two couples were who they purported to be, she stuck a label on their shoulders with the number '3' scrawled on it.

Next, she gave each of them a mask that covered the upper part of their faces, black ones for the men and white ones for the women. They had to put them on before opening the next door. She reminded them to keep the masks on until after they met their randomly assigned lover.

The four friends walked through the door. They took seats at a table and waited. It was 8:30 p.m. They noticed a number of people had already arrived. 

Although the start of the party was only a half-hour away, time seemed to take forever to crawl by. Finally, at 9 o'clock, the front doors were locked.

The hostess took the mike. "Okay folks, you all know the rules for this party. Remember, don't remove your masks until after you have encountered the person's whose name matches the name in brackets on your bracelet. You must wear your bracelets until you leave. Any questions?"

"And if we want to remain anonymous all evening?" someone asked.

"Then keep your masks on until you're on your way home."

There were no further questions.

"I will now assign each of you the name of a famous lover," she announced.

She looked at her list to see how many couples came together.

"There are 21 couples here," she announced. "A number of you arrived at the same time as other couples. Group 2, please come to the bar so that I can hand out your custom-named bracelets."

Gerald saw that it was a group consisting of three couples. They made their way to the bar and received the bracelets. They checked them to see what their name was and who their lover would be.

The hostess consecutively called Groups 1, 3, which included the four friends, and lastly 4. That left and additional 14 couples. Couple by couple, they received their party name.

While the hostess was handing out the remaining bracelets, the two sets of friends looked at each other's names. Aiko was 'Pocahontas'. So her assigned lover was 'John Smith'. Gerald was 'Quasimodo'. He would be looking for 'Esmeralda'. Norman was 'Tarzan'. He would swing with whoever was 'Jane'. Emma was 'Nefertiti.' Her opposite number would be 'Akenaten'.

Emma laughed when she saw her husband's bracelet. "You should have been given 'Cheetah'," she joked. "And your assigned lover should have been 'Zira' from the Planet of the Apes."

Norman shrugged.

The hostess finished assigning the names, she instructed the couples to go to the change rooms, one for women, and the other for men, where they were to remove their clothing and don thin, but not sheer, robes with cords. Although the masks indicated each person's gender, the robes tended to blur individual differences. Only differences in skin colour and body sizes were apparent.

Once all 21 couples were ready, they were admitted to the main hall, men on one side and women on the other. The room had a bar and a table with snacks at one end. Tables and chairs, along with several sofas, were placed along the three remaining walls. The room had a dance floor in the middle. It had a decent size despite its indecent purpose. Soft music with sensual rhythms was already playing.

"A few more things before we start," their hostess said. "If you prefer privacy or a different type of atmosphere, go through that door near the bar." She was pointing at it. "It will lead you to rooms on both sides of the hallway. A closed door means the room is occupied and privacy is requested. An open door means you can watch but not participate. The two largest rooms are designated as group rooms. Anyone can enter at any time, and after the first round anything goes unless or until you say no."

The hostess paused for a few moments to let the couples get their bearings.

"Please dance or otherwise mingle until you find your designated lover," she continued. "My husband is minding the bar. He'll provide water and other beverages. There is no alcohol here." With that she shut off her mike.

"Well, here we go," Gerald said giving his wife a peck on her lips.

"You too, hon," Aiko replied, thrusting her tongue into her husband's mouth for good measure.

And then they went their separate ways.

* * *

Gerald decided to make a circuit of the hall to see if he could find 'Esmeralda' sitting at one of the tables. He didn't find her. Either he missed her somehow or she was on the dance floor.

Gerald turned his attention to the couples on the dance floor. He spotted her, 'Esmeralda'. She was dancing with 'Odysseus'. They looked comfortable with each other. This early into the party, he assumed she was dancing with her real husband. He could tell by the way they moved they knew how to dance.

'That's good,' he thought to himself. 'We've got something in common.'

He approached the couple. "Hi, I'm Quasimodo. May I cut in?"

"You don't look like Quasimodo," she said, "You've got no hump."

"I guess it's time to look for my partner," 'Odysseus', said. "Enjoy yourself, dear. I'll see you later."

"You too," she replied as he disappeared into the crowd.

"I see you know how to dance," Gerald said.

Gerald learned that his particularly Argentine tango. "What style of tango did you learn?" he inquired.

"I really don't know," she answered. "How do you tell one from another?"

"Salon tango is a social dance. It moves in a counter-clockwise direction," Gerald explained, "whereas tango fantasia can go in any direction, and can even be a spot dance. Salon tango is by far the most popular style in the local tango dance halls, but we learned show tango, a.k.a. tango fantasia."

"In that case, we learned the same tango as you," she declared.

While they talked, Gerald examined her more closely. Although he couldn't be sure because of the robe, she seemed to have a lithe figure He could tell by the way she rhythmically and smoothly swayed her hips to the music. He could also tell from the lines on her neck and the grey roots of her hair that she was probably older than he was.

"Shall I ask the deejay to put on a tango?" Gerald asked.

"I'd like that," she said delightedly.

Gerald spoke briefly to the deejay and then rejoined her. "He'll play 'Como dos extraños', specifically the version sung by Juan Carlos Cáceres. It means 'Like two strangers' in English. He has a couple of other requests before ours. So we might have to wait for a few songs."

"The title of that song is very à propos," she said smiling.

Gerald recognized the next song as Cesaria Evora's sensuous and sultry rendition of 'Besame mucho'. It was a rumba. Drawing 'Esmeralda' into his arms, he discovered that she was slim but not skinny. He decided to keep the dance simple. He wasn't here to dance; he wanted to make out and seduce this woman.

At first, they danced in silence.

Gerald liked 'Esmeralda', but she seemed nervous.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"My husband and I swing once in a while," she admitted, "but I've never gone to party with the intention of making out with a man I've never met before."

"We're new at it too," he commiserated. "My wife and I haven't done anything quite like this either."

As the song ran its course, 'Esmeralda' became more relaxed.

A bolero, the next song was even slower. Gerald didn't recognize it. Neither Gerald nor his partner knew how to dance to a bolero. So they did what everyone else on the dance floor was doing; they embraced, his arms around her body, her arms around his shoulders and her head on his chest, changing weight with each beat. They enjoyed the warmth from each other's body. They grabbed and groped each other as they danced. Gerald's eyes wandered from her face to her cleavage. He saw enough of them to see they were still lovely to behold despite some sagging.

"Do you always staring at a woman's breasts?" she asked noting his gaze.

Gerald was embarrassed. "Was I that obvious?"

"Yes," she said.

"I'm sorry," he said.

She chuckled. "Don't be. You're allowed to that here. I'm not offended. In fact, I'm flattered. "I'm sorry they don't belong to a younger woman," she added quietly.

"Being an older woman doesn't make you any less of a woman or any less beautiful," Gerald said.

"You are so gallant," she smiled. "You could make an iceberg melt."

"And yes, you have beautiful breasts," Gerald said openly staring at them this time. "Why shouldn't they be?"




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"Because I'm getting old," she said. "I'm 58."

"You look a lot better than many women in my age group," he told her.

"In that case," she said, pleased with his flattery, "you may stare at them as long and as much as you like."

Gerald brought his lips to her ear and kissed and licked behind her ear. "As a matter of fact, I find you very attractive," he whispered.

"You make me feel warm and tingly too," she whispered in return. 'Esmeralda' stepped back. "But I'm getting tangled up in the robe," she complained.

"Me too," he said.

Looking around the room, Gerald noticed that some people had already dispensed with their robes. They were dancing cheek-to-cheek, naked body against naked body. Their hands explored the contours of each other's bodies. One couple was kissing each other passionately. Another man had his arm wrapped around his partner's waist while his other hand stroked her breast. She had a firm grip on his erection.

Gerald pulled the cord on his robe, took it off, and tossed it on a nearby chair. "I don't need this," he said. "It's just getting in the way."

It was 'Esmeralda's turn to stare. She saw the proof of his attraction to her pointing right at her.

"May I?" he asked reaching for the knot of her cord.

As 'Esmeralda' nodded, Gerald undid the knot. Her robe flew open. She quickly the flopping robe and tossed it aside She had a fine figure.

They embraced again just as the rumba ended. He kissed her deeply.

'Esmeralda' giggled as she took hold of his cock and fondled it.

The glint in her eyes told Gerald she would rather dance the dance of lust than dance the tango. His lust surged; he needed to slow down.

Gerald heard the overture to 'Como dos extraños'. "We're on."

Gerald started off with the some basic steps, then gradually worked in other steps and patterns. She knew them all and followed his every lead.

"Your lead is really very good," she told him.

"Thank you," he replied. "Unlike many women I've danced with, you know how to follow."

"I prefer to follow," she explained, "because it's my way of taking a break from my job as a person who has to supervise or lead other people. It's a nice change to let someone else take charge."

Now comfortable in each other's embrace, Gerald and 'Esmeralda' immersed themselves in the song, in the dance, and in each other's naked body.

Halfway through the dance, Gerald teased her by adding a dose of raw sexuality to the already sensuous nature of the dance. He took every occasion that came his way to wrap his leg around hers. At one point, he pushed her out and then rolled her back in. Taking her in an intimate embrace, he twisted her around his body in a way that signalled to her to wrap her left leg around his right hip. His stiff cock pressed against her belly.

For almost three minutes, they danced their nude tango. Gerald knew the dance would end in a few seconds when he heard the first notes of the coda, the measures that announced the conclusion of the song.

Stretching his right leg between hers while crouching on his left leg, he performed the deep check. He slid his right hand down her left leg, sensually caressing it. When he was as low as he could go, he faced her shaven pussy. He detected her scent; she was turned on.

Normally, two slow beats were enough to finish this particular movement but Gerald lingered for several more beats. He used those beats to nuzzle her patch with his nose. He licked her clitoris. She trembled.

Rising on his left leg, Gerald drew his right leg back. His right hand caressed her leg as it moved upwards. When got to her ass-cheek, he gave it a squeeze and then used the heel of hand to direct her into a sensuous move that ended the dance at the same time as the music.

There was considerable applause throughout the room. The sensuality of their dance had attracted quite a few spectators. No one had ever seen a tango done in the nude. They would probably never see such a thing again.

Gerald saw 'Esmeralda' smile. Her eyes were glazing over with lust, confirming what his nose already told him.

"It's time for 'Quasimodo' to show you his hump," Gerald said, making a feeble attempt at a corny joke.

Gerald took her by the hand and led her to a private room. They closed the door.

'Esmeralda' reclined on the mattress, opening her legs. "I need you 'Quasimodo'. I want you. Come to me," she panted. "Hump in me. Cum in me."

Gerald put himself between her legs. He aligned his cock with her pussy hole and pushed in.

"Oh," she gasped as she held onto him tightly.

They kissed each other deeply. Their mouths and lips were as locked together as their loins. After a few a minutes, 'Esmeralda" screamed her ecstasy as Gerald emptied his seed into her willing womb.

* * *

Like many others in the room, Aiko watched her husband and his partner do their erotic dance. She was even envious of the woman for having danced the nude tango with her husband. Like many others in the room, she had been so intent on watching the naked couple's erotic performace that she had temporarily forgotten about her still missing randomly assigned lover.

"That was quite the dance," she heard a man's voice say.

"Yes, it was," she replied as she watched Gerald and his paramour leave for a private room.

"You know them?" he asked.

'Not her, just him," she replied. "He's my husband."

"Ah. You're not jealous, are you?"

"Not with the woman," she replied, "only with the fact he's never danced a nude tango with me."

The man chuckled.

Gerald disappeared through the door with his lover.

Aiko turned around to see whom the voice belonged to. He was a big man, not tall, but wide. His skin was pale. His hair was brown with flashes of grey. He was about Gerald's height but he looked much bigger and heavier.

She looked for his bracelet. There was none. "Your bracelet is missing."

He looked. "Oh, I didn't notice. It must have fallen off. I couldn't work it over my hand. So I left it dangling on my fingers."

"Shouldn't you be looking for your partner?" she asked.

"I found her," he said. "You're 'Pocahontas, aren't you?"

Her mouth went dry. "Yes," she croaked.

"I guess I'm not what you expected."

"No, you're not."

"Mind if I sit?" he asked. Hearing no objection, he sat down. "You're a beautiful woman," he continued. "I'm sorry to disappoint you."

Aiko felt a rush of guilt. He was being a perfect gentleman while she was almost giving him the cold shoulder.

"If all you want to do is talk, that's what we'll do to pass the time. After a decent interval, I'll release you from your obligation."

Aiko saw both sadness and gentleness in his eyes. Sympathy for the fat man soon replaced her initial repulsion. "I'm sorry. I'm being rude."

"It's okay. I understand."

"It's not okay," Aiko said. "Let's do a reset. "I'm 'Pocahontas. I'm pleased to meet you 'John Smith'. May I call you 'John' for short?" she asked.

"You may."

Because of her initial negative reaction, Aiko realized she had to take the initiative. She got off her seat and stood in front of him. "Give me your hand," she demanded.

He lifted it toward her. She took hold of his wrist and directed it toward the fold of her robe. "Please," she said, "touch them. Kiss them. For the next little while, they belong to you. I belong to you," she added emphasizing the first person singular.

His land slipped between the folds. He caressed her soft breast beneath his large hand. His other hand followed, unbidden, to grasp her other breast. As her nipples hardened, 'John' opened her robe some more so he could put his mouth on each of them in turn.

'John' was excited. "You're exceptionally beautiful," he said, "If we were fictional lovers, you would be the Beauty and I would the Beast."

"And the Beast turned out to be a good man," Aiko pointed out.

The fat man smiled. "Now you're making me feel better."

"That's only the start lover," Aiko replied.

Aiko saw desire surge through him when she called him 'lover'. Lust seemed to flow up his arm, then his hand and then his fingers. His large, but gentle, hands became more active on her breasts.

'John' looked into her eyes. He withdrew his hands from her breasts and put put his fingers on the flaps of her robe. He looked into her eyes as if he were seeking permission to continue.

Aiko nodded. He slid off his chair and got down on his knees. He opened her robe wide. Aiko took a wider stance to spread her legs.

The fat man reached for her pussy. She moved her hips toward as if offering herself to him, inviting him to explore her femaleness. Her pussy moistened as she felt him explore her pussy, perineum and anal sphincter with his ands and fingers. He tried licking and nibbling at her nether feminine parts but the angle wasn't right.

"Take me to a room," she sighed.

'John' took her to one of the rooms. She didn't pay attention to which room it was. He asked her to lie on the mattress. She complied, laying down so that her ass-cheeks were on its edge.

'John' opened her robe again. He spread her legs to gain full access to her bald pussy. He could see all of it. He intended to put his mouth on it. Ultimately, he wanted to put his penis in it.

The fat man proved to be as skilful with his mouth as he was with his hands. Aiko sighed as her vaginal passage became wetter and her desire for even more of his sensual attention increased. She closed her eyes. The more her world centred on her femaleness, the less concerned she became by the sight of the man who was giving her the gift of pleasure.

Aiko felt him open her robe entirely. He helped her pull her arms out of the sleeves. She disengaged herself from the robe. John's mouth and hands travelled up and down the front of the body from her breasts to her pussy.

"You are one sexy woman," he breathed.

Aiko felt his cock banging against her body as he moved his hands up and down her body. She grabbed it. It was as hard as ivory. She stroked it, feeling each and every bump and contour.

"Don't," he said. "I'm too hot for you. I don't want to cum in your hand."

She let go. He took the initiative. The mattress sagged as 'John' got onto the mattress.

Aiko felt him lift her petite body in his huge hands and turn her around so that her back was to his chest. His hard cock was between her legs, almost brushing her vulva. She squeezed her thighs shut as if she were trying clamp then around his cock.

The fat man sighed. He stopped, seeming to catch his breath. He returned his attention to Aiko's breasts. Their current position gave 'John' easier access to her twin peaks, stomach and the vee of her legs. He massaged her up and down, hands travelling back and forth from her crevice to her peaks. He nibbled on her neck and ears.

Aiko felt his hot gelatinous body against her back. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the warmth of his body as his hands continued to work their magic. She felt herself getting wetter. When he stuck a thick finger between her labia and then into her pussy hole, her body jerked with the pleasure of the intrusion. More sexual juices flowed. Knowing that he was on a hair-trigger, she refrained from touching his cock.

After a few moments, 'John lifted Aiko's small frame off his lap. He sat down on the mattress and then reclined himself, all the while holding her in his arms. Aiko opened her eyes as he put her on his bulbous belly.

'John' grabbed her hips, pushing them down toward his cock. She felt its tip poke into her hot passage. She looked at him, saw his pleading look and knew what he wanted, what he needed. Smiling, she pushed herself down on his stiff member and felt its hardness penetrate deep into her body.

'John' sighed with pleasure. "Take it easy," he whispered. "You're so hot. The feel of you wrapped around my cock is like heaven. I'm so close to cumming, but I don't want to if you don't cum too."

Aiko was close too. The fat man's foreplay had brought her to the brink. She started to ride his cock. "You're cock feels so good inside me," she murmured.

She felt him trying to hump back to her but his massive frame was almost too huge to move.

"Don't," she responded. "Let me do the work."

Aiko sensed that her lover was about to reach the point of no return.

"Almost there," she mewled. "Almost..." The orgasm hit her like tsunami. "Now!" she yelled.

'John' felt her pussy contract around his cock. It was more than he could bear. Furiously, he spilled his seed into her as he bellowed out his pleasure.

When Aiko came out of her own orgasmic haze, she saw his heavy breathing and huge, sweaty body. He looked satisfied. She had met her obligation. She could hardly believe she had enjoyed sex with such a man. He was not normally her type.

'Not true,' she chided herself. In a sense, any man could be her type because one type she liked was the unknown, the unexpected that only a total stranger could bring. Opening her herself to such a man turned her on!

Aiko got off the huge man. She walked backwards on her hands and knees. Her lover got off the mattress and lumbered off, probably going to the washroom to clean himself. 'John' looked back as he walked away. He saw another man approach his recent lover from behind.

Aiko was about to stand up to head to the lady's room when she felt a hand on her back press her back down. Before she even had a chance to react, he had placed himself behind her and drove in his cock. It slipped easily into her cum-soaked vagina. Almost immediately, she felt the man's body against her back as he grasping her tits and nibbled the back of her neck. She was trapped.

'What the hell?' she thought in surprise.

She looked around and noticed other couples in the room. She suddenly realized that 'John' must have taken her into one of the group rooms.

'Oh, what the hell,' she thought, this time in resignation.

This man's timing was really good. The fat man had primed her; she had barely started to descend from her peak. The new stranger already pounding into her had little difficulty in reigniting her desire for another climax.

She had no idea who the man was. She didn't care. All she wanted was the high of another stranger-induced orgasm, the gush of his alien semen flooding her hot insides. She pushed back on him, trying to swallow his thrusting cock with her hungry pussy.

The man pumped harder, driving his hard cock as deep into her body as he could. "This is too much. I can't hold back," he cried.

After several more mighty thrusts, the stranger came, flooding Aiko's already cum-soaked pussy for the second time in a matter of minutes. Lost in lust, the second man's release of his male juices into her body triggered Aiko's second orgasm.

'Oh god,' she thought, 'it feels so good have those two men cum inside me. I'm such a slut.'

Remembering she was in the group room, Aiko resisted the urge to lie down to sleep. She realized her continuing presence in the group room was an open invitation to other men to have their way with her.

She got up. Gobs of cum dripped out of her pussy. She grabbed some tissues, left the room and headed straight toward the lady's change room where she took a long shower.

As Aiko walked back into the main hall, she saw Gerald sitting at their original table. He had put his robe back on. As soon as she arrived, she fetched hers and put it on too.

After a few minutes, the lady who greeted them when they first arrived approached them. She checked Aiko's bracelet. "This is for you 'Pocahontas' " she said, handing her an envelope.

Aiko and Gerald were curious to know what was in the envelope but it was already well into the new morning.

"I'm really tired, hon. Let's go home," Aiko suggested to her husband. "I could use a good, long sleep."

"Me too," he agreed.

They walked hand-in-hand until they got to the change rooms where they separated, each going through the door assigned to their gender. Aiko stuck the envelope into her purse, then slung the purse over shoulder.

By the time Aiko left the change room, Gerald was already waiting for her, cleaned and fully dressed, at their table. Like her, he still wore his mask to preserve their anonymity. They didn't remove them until they were back in their car.

"Was 'Esmeralda' as good in bed as she was on the dance floor?" Aiko asked.

"She was," he agreed. "And what about you.

As they drove home, Aiko filled him in on what happened to her.

In Chapter 12 Aiko's Error: An oversight leads to lesbian seduction. 



A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 12



Author's Note: All errors are strictly mine.

* * *

Aiko and Gerald slept in until almost noon. They spent the afternoon catching up on their chores and preparing for their workweek. Back into their daily routines, they forgot about the envelope Aiko received just before they left the masked ball.

Two days later, receipt of their regular mail jogged, Gerald's memory. "Did you check what was in the envelope?" he asked Aiko.

"No, I forgot all about it. " Aiko rummaged through her purse. "Ah, here it is. I'll read it aloud."

"'Dear 'Pocahontas',' " Aoiko began.

"'I am the person you knew as 'John Smith'. It was a genuine pleasure meeting you. My wife and I enjoy swinging and have a taste for the unusual. Forgive us if we assume you and your husband are similarly inclined.

"'Tonight's party...' "

"Which is now last night's party," Gerald editorialized.

"Hush, just let me read, hon," Aiko chided.

"Sorry," Gerald said.

"'... was such an occasion. Your husband danced one wild tango and you were an absolute delight.

"'We have a very unusual proposition for you. There was little time to write a more diplomatic letter, so I will get to the point. I apologize in advance if what you read next offends you. We would like to invite you, 'Pcahontad', to be our swinging group's weekend sex toy.' "

"Sex toy! What does he think you are! A thing, an object!" Gerald objected.

Gerald didn't like the sound of that. Treating a woman like an object was something he associated with men who treated wome as cum buckets.

"He sounds like a misogynist," Gerald mumbled.

"Don't jump to conclusions, hon," Aiko urged. "Let's read the rest of the letter before passing judgement."

Gerald was surprised by her calmness. Aiko resumed reading.

"'Being our sex toy involves accepting a certain degree of submission, the terms of which are negotiable. Let me say upfront, we reject any and all forms of violence, pain or coercion.

"'If this letter offends you, please forgive us and throw it away. If you need more information, please respond to our email address below. If, after receiving further information from us, you are interested, we can negotiate the terms and conditions. For obvious reasons, we remain anonymous for now.' "

It was signed 'John & Jane Smith'.

Aiko saw the look of amazement grow on Gerald's face. She was just as amazed as he was. Gerald saw her lick her lips, a sure sign her mouth was dry. More importantly, she didn't dismiss the proposition out of hand. He sensed that their proposition appealed to her inner erotic desires.

"Wow!" Gerald said out loud. "That's weird. I don't know what to say. Let's just think about for a little while."

* * *

"So what do you think?" Aiko asked a few days later. She was obviously referring to the letter.

"I think you're interested," Gerald replied frankly.

"How so?" she asked.

"Firstly, you could have said 'no' right off the bat; you didn't," he pointed out. "Secondly, you're bringing it up; it tells me you're at least curious to know more."

Aiko remained silent.

"We've some idea of what he has in mind," he continued. "He said so himself. He wants you to be a sex toy for his swinging group."

Aiko blushed. "We don't really know what they have in mind," she said defending herself.

"That's not the point, Aiko. It's obvious you're accepting the premise of being someone's sex toy. It appeals to your fantasies. Admit it."

Aiko blushed again. "Yes," she conceded, "but only under the right conditions."

"And those have to be discussed with 'John'," Gerald pointed out. "Well, I'll give him this," Gerald added," despite his use of the expression 'sex toy' he was very clear about negotiating the terms with us. Misogynists don't negotiate the terms of their misogyny."

Immersed in their own thoughts, neither spoke a word for several moments.

Aiko wondered what her husband would say next. She could tell he was thinking about the letter and her reaction to it.

"We've done a few wild things already," Gerald mused. "I suppose it won't hurt to find out what he has in mind. We can stop it at any time. Okay, hon," he concluded, "you contact 'John'. If you discover he's a misogynist, cut him off."

* * *

While Aiko corresponded by email with 'John', she and Gerald sought the advice of their swinging friends. Bill noted any agreement they made with 'John' was not legally enforceable. It was obviously a means to negotiate a mutually acceptable arrangement.

"Treat it like a legal contract," he suggested. "Pay close attention to details."

Bill offered one further piece of advice. "If you have sex outside our two groups, wear condoms. If not, get yourselves tested afterwards. Understood?"

Aiko and Gerald agreed. Bill's precaution was sensible one.

The email exchanges with 'John' took several weeks. Finally, Aiko believed they arrived at a draft that was very close to a finalized version. She printed out a copy for Gerald to read.

Gerald wasn't surprised by some of the terms of the agreement, for example, the prohibition on coercion, violence and several fetishes. He noted Aiko was willing to undergo a mild forms of bondage provided restraints were loose enough to allow her to get out of them on her own free will.

Yet Gerald sensed something was missing but he couldn't put his finger on it. "Is the list of your conditions complete?" he asked Aiko.

"I believe so," she replied. "You think something's missing?"

"I'm not sure," he replied. "Something is bothering me for some reason."

"There's no mention of safes," Aiko offered.

"True," he agreed, "but we are required to prove we are disease-free. That implies no use of condoms."

Gerald continued to read. One clause stipulated he could choose any wife in John's swinging group as his personal sex toy under the same conditions as applied to Aiko. Gerald liked that clause; he was egalitarian by nature.

Another clause addressed the identity and privacy of the two couples. Except for 'John', the people in this swinging were total strangers. 'John' and his wife agreed to reveal their true identities, including where they lived and worked, as a sign of their good faith. Aiko and Gerald agreed to do the same.

"Why do they want you to be a sex toy?" Gerald wondered.

"I asked him that," she replied.

"And..." he urged.

"'John' explained me he was catering to members in his group who fantasize about having sex with a woman who never says no and lets them do whatever they want, within reason of course. Members of their own group wouldn't do because they know them, shall we say, intimately." Aiko giggled.

Gerald still seemed doubtful.

"They want the thrill of something different. That's all." Aiko continued.

"You do too. Don't you?" Gerald pointed out.

"Yes," she conceded and then continued her explanation. "The thought of a woman willing to become their sex toy, who is submissive to them, apparently turns them on."

"I can see the idea of being a sex toy turns you on too," Gerald observed. "It obviously appeals to your submission fantasy."

"Yes it does," she whispered. "And to my fantasy of having sex with a total stranger."

"I'll give 'John' high marks for including me from the very start and at every step of the way since then," Gerald said. "That works in his favour. He treats us as a couple."

"Can I give 'John' the okay?" Aiko asked timidly.

"Are you satisfied with the terms?" Gerald asked. "You're the one who's going to be the sex toy."

"Yes, I am," she replied.

"In that case, the next step is to meet 'John' and his wife. I'll let you make the necessary arrangements."

* * *

After exchanging photographs, Aiko and Gerald arranged to meet 'John' and his wife at a restaurant in a small town to the west of the city.

Aiko and Gerald arrived first. Shortly after they sat down, they saw the expected couple walk through the restaurant doors.

"He really is a big man," Gerald said to Aiko. "He's even bigger than Norman. And his wife is stunning," he added.

She was a very beautiful blonde with an hour-glass figure.

"He looks better now than the night of the masked ball," Aiko whispered. "He still has a big belly but he's not as ugly as I thought then. Maybe it was the effect of the lighting in the group room, or maybe he's lost some weight since then. Or maybe both."

Aiko and Gerald stopped their exchange just as the couple approached.

"Nice to meet you guys. My real name is John by the way," he grinned. "This is my wife, Susan."

"I'm Gerald and this is my wife, Aiko."

They shook hands.

"You're one beautiful woman, Aiko," John said gallantly. He lowered his voice so no one else in the restaurant could hear. "It was a delight to make love to you at the masked ball. I had no idea you were an Asian woman! You'll turn a few heads in our group. We've no Asians. That makes you exotic."

For a while the two couples talked about the lives and professions. After proving their true identities to each other's satisfaction, John pulled out a printout of the agreement.

John smiled. "Of course, this is not a legally binding. We operate on an honour system. We expect the same from you. As I mentioned to Aiko in an email, we aren't going to use our real names on it either. We'll sign with pseudonyms to protect our privacy. We operate on the honour system."

Aiko and Gerald nodded their heads.

John and Susan signed as William and Mary. Gerald and Aiko signed as Pimmel and Manko.

Suddenly, Aiko suffered a case of the butterflies. She was nervous and excited at the same time at the thought of becoming a sex toy. She wondered what adventures awaited her.

"As soon as you can tell us what weekend you're available," John said, "we'll make the necessary arrangements."

After they finished their meal, John insisted on paying the bill. "I'm looking forward to seeing you guys again," he said. "I think you're going to be centre of the best party we've ever had," John added addressing Aiko.

More excitement surged through Aiko's body at John's bawdy promise.

Susan winked and then waved a small good-bye. "See you soon."

* * *

The date was set for a weekend in the late spring. Aiko and Gerald were to arrive early Saturday afternoon, stay overnight and leave the following evening. The location was John and Susan's country home two hours north of the city by car.

Aiko and Gerald arrived punctually, at 2 o'clock, on the appointed day to discover that their hosts' home was a mansion. John and Susan were obviously very wealthy.

Gerald was about to press the buzzer when the door opened. It was John. "You're here right on time," he said. "Come on in. Everybody else is already here," he continued. "We asked them to come earlier."

The couple stepped into the house. The foyer was huge and beautifully laid out in gold, yellow and soft browns. Classic-style paintings hung on the walls.

Susan walked into the foyer. She greeted them warmly. "Welcome to our modest little home!" she said jokingly.

"Wow, that's quite the place you have here," Aiko exclaimed.

Susan laughed. "Well, I'm not going to show you the whole thing at one time. You'll get to see most of it in due course any way. It's time to get ready, Mank," Susan said using her pseudonym. "Please, come with me, Manko."

The two walked up a flight of stairs. For a few seconds, Gerald forgot about John. His eyes followed the sway of two very nice sets of hips and asses. Gerald broke out of his reverie when he realized John was watching him.

"I enjoyed watching them too," John grinned. "Follow me, Pimmel," he said, "for the time has come to start using your pseudonym. Our swinging friends are waiting for us upstairs. Our mates women will join us later."

They walked up the other flight of stairs.

"My friends," John announced as he and Gerald stepped into the room, "firstly, please let me remind you. If you want to keep your privacy, don't use your real names. We revealed our true identities to our guest couple; they have done likewise to us. You'll know this man as Pimmel, and his wife as Manko. Please afford them every courtesy."

Toasts were poured. John lifted his glass. "Cheers," he cried.

"Cheers," everyone responded in unison. They downed their drinks.

Including themselves and their hosts, there were six couples in total plus the two men. Gerald assumed the two men's wives were in the lady's room.

Each person greeted Gerald in turn without mentioning any names. It was just as well, Gerald thought, because he was poor at remembering names when they were introduced in quick succession. John introduced four pairs as couples. Two men came without their wives. Apparently, their wives chose not to attend but consented to let their husbands go.

Gerald wondered why their wives opted out but didn't get the chance to ask John. He had just left the room.

John returned to few minutes later. "Susan and Manko will join us shortly," he announced.

A minute later, the two women entered. Aiko wore a black maid's dress complete with a little white apron. It had sexy modifications, including a plunging neckline, the edges of which barely covered Aiko's nipples, and a very short skirt.

"Attention! Hors d'oeuvres are about to be served," John announced.

As Aiko headed toward the door with the 'Kitchen' sign on it, Susan nudged her husband.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Wait a second Manko," he said.

Aiko stopped.

"Pimmel, please choose one of the wives as your sex toy."

"I don't really know anybody," Gerald replied, "except of course your wife, Susan. So, although all the women attractive, I choose Susan."

"You heard him, Susan" John said. "Go put on the maid's dress."

"As you require, sir," she answered formally.

A few minutes later, Susan returned wearing a dress identical to Aiko's.

Picking up a tray from the kitchen, the two pseudo-maids walked among the assembled guests offering hors d'oeuvres and providing napkins. Many pairs of eyes peered down their cleavages and checked out their legs and asses. Not all of the eyes were male, Aiko not uncomfortably. Her only consolation was that Susan was receiving the same treatment, just less of it. Susan was well known to them; Aiko was brand-new and exotically Asian.

The two women served hors d'oeuvres to their mingling guests for about an hour. Other than the obvious ogling and leering, nothing else happened.

"Ladies and gentlemen," John announced, "it's almost 4 o'clock. No more food will be served until dinner at 6 o'clock. Please join me in our home theatre for drinks, while the staff clean up and set the dinner table."

The room emptied. "You may return to your room." John ordered the two pseudo-maids. "Be back here no later than 5:50."

Aiko and Susan headed for the change room.

"We'll serve dinner too," Susan told Aiko. "We have to eat early in the kitchen. But before we, we have to change into our regular clothing to keep up appearances."

"They don't know what's going on?" Aiko asked Susan.

"I hope not," she answered giggling. "We gave staff strict orders not to enter this part of the house until they are told to. You might have noticed the room with the 'Kitchen' sign on it isn't really a kitchen; it's a small antechamber with a wall opening to the real kitchen. Doors on both sides of the opening discourage staff from snooping. They open their door only when they're putting food inside. Our door has a peephole. We don't open our door unless food is inside and their door is closed." Susan laughed. "It wouldn't do if they discovered our naughty games."

After they ate, the two women returned to the change room to put their sexy maid's uniforms back on.

"Forget the panties," Susan instructed her.

"What?"

"Forget the panties," she repeated. "If you think all the dessert will be on the table, you're just kidding yourself."

"Oh," Aiko blushed.

The two women chatted some more about their families and jobs. They liked each other. A few minutes before the expected arrival of the guests, they took their posts near the kitchen door.

After making a toast to all those present, John instructed the two pseudo-maids to begin dinner service. The meal started with aperitifs. Aiko and Susan were each assigned three couples and one unaccompanied man. Aiko was to serve John while Susan served Gerald.

Aiko soon discovered another purpose of the short skirt. In order put the aperitif on John's plate. Aiko had to stoop. When she stooped, her skit rode up her ass. While John openly stared into her cleavage, his hand slipped up the inside of her thigh. He stroked her naked pussy.

Although she should have expected it, Aiko was still startled. She swallowed hard. 'If John is already feeling me up, I'm sure the other three will too,' she told herself. Her pussy tingled in anticipation.

Across the table, Gerald's cock hardened as he watched John take sexual liberties with his wife. He had no doubt every man would follow John's example.

As she stepped back, Aiko watched Susan put an aperitif on Gerald's plate. She saw her husband get into the spirit of things. He leered at Susan's luscious orbs. Following John's example, his hand made its way up to Susan's thigh until it reached her pussy. John showed no sign of jealousy as Gerald touched Susan's feminine goodies.

Susan wasn't shy. "Oh, nice," she groaned. She made a motion with her hips that suggested she was trying to get Gerald's finger to do more than just caress between her legs.

'What do you expect at a swingers' party?' Aiko told herself.

Concluding she was being a little prudish and silly, she steeled herself, determined to let herself enjoy the men's leers lustful groping.

Next the two women served the main course. The leers and the groping multiplied. Two of the men even fished Aiko's breasts out of her cleavage to suck on them. They told her they wanted cream in their coffee.

Aiko let them have their fun, but after for a few moments, she politely excused herself by saying she had other guests to serve.

While Aiko served dessert, she saw something she never expected to see. A woman, a brunette, put her hand underneath Susan's skirt. Even more surprisingly, Susan raised no objection! In fact, her eyes were closed as if she was enjoying what the woman was doing to her!

Aiko's mouth went dry. 'Oh my god,' she thought. 'Oh my god.'

Aiko approached the last couple on her side of the table with their desserts. The woman was a redhead who wore a red cocktail dress. Her black-haired husband was dressed in a smart-casual light-blue shirt and navy blue pants.

Aiko served the woman first. She turned to serve the man. Like the other men, he put his hand up her skirt while staring down her cleavage. His hand followed the contour of her thigh until it reached her hairless vee.

Aiko pretended not to notice, but she couldn't completely hide her pleasure at his sensual touch.

"Her pussy is bald, dear," he said to his wife.

"Really?" she exclaimed.

Without waiting for an answer, the woman's smaller, softer hand followed the contours of Aiko's other thigh to join her husband's hand in stroking Aiko's naked nether mound.

"You're right!" the lady-in-red exclaimed. "She's hairless, folks."

Despite seeing what happened to Susan, Aiko was still caught off guard. She didn't know how to react or what to do. No woman had ever touched her in a sexual manner. She hadn't even imagined what a female's touch would be like. All her sensual pleasures came from men. They lit her fire, excited her. But a woman! Aiko was confused.

Desperately, she tried to recall the terms of the agreement. Gerald had been right in thinking something was missing; it said nothing about lesbianism.

Meanwhile, Gerald had watched the two hands go up his wife's skirt, one belonging to a man in blue and the other to his wife. At almost the same time as Aiko, he knew what was missing in the agreement too. Aiko had never shown any interest in sex with women. For a moment, he thought to rescue his wife, but two simultaneous events stopped him from acting on his impulse.




A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 12



Firstly, he reminded himself, Aiko had agreed to be their sex toy; she had negotiated the terms. Only she could decide if she would honour them. He would support whatever she decided to do. She would know that.

Secondly, John was making an announcement. "It's time to let the staff clean up. "We have drinks in our home theatre."

All groping and fondling stopped.

"He meant our regular staff," Susan informed Aiko. "We change back into our regular clothes again."

Back in the change room, Aiko could no longer restrain herself. She had to know. "Susan, I saw a woman put her hand up your skirt. And a woman touched my pussy! I'm not a lesbian," she insisted.

"Neither am I," said Susan. "Give me a choice between a man or a woman, I'll take a man every single time."

"But you seemed to enjoy it," Aiko pointed out.

"Tonight, Gerald chose me to be a sex toy along with you," Susan explained. "Every woman in the room knew girl-on-girl staff was possible. Those women in our swinging group who object to lesbian chose not to attend. That's why two of the men came alone. The rest of us are either bi, adventurous, or open-minded. We're willing to take our chances and enjoy whatever happens. We consider ourselves are honour-bound to stick to our agreement with you. Since you never raised the issue, we assumed you were okay with it."

"But I made a mistake," Aiko pleaded. "Somehow, it completely slipped my mind."

Susan shrugged her shoulders. "Sorry," she said. "It's too late now. Either honour the agreement or go home. We can't and won't make you stay."

Aiko was silent. She was extremely nervous about sexual contact with women, but she was also a stickler about sticking to agreements.

"Think about it Aiko," Susan said, "Now you know the risks. It's better to bail out sooner than later. The auction is about to start."

"The auction?" she asked innocently.

"Yeah, the auction."

"Why would you have an auction in the middle of a swinging party?"

Susan giggled, then burst out laughing. "They're selling the services of a sex toy."

"They're selling the services of a sex toy..." Aiko stopped. "Me?" she sputtered.

"Yes dear, you," Susan confirmed. "Don't forget. You agreed to be our swinging group's sex toy. As the hosts, John and I decided to sell three hours of your time to the highest bidder. The money will go to a charity of your own choice. You can use it to get a tax credit too."

"Is John going to sell you too?" the Asian woman asked.

"Only if Pimmel lets him. I'm his sex toy and he decides what he'll do with me. I don't think he'll sell me though," Susan continued. "I haven't failed to notice his lecherous look. Besides, what would be the point of making me his sex toy only to sell me to or share me with someone else?" she asked rhetorically.

"Sell you, share you," Aiko stuttered. "You mean someone could buy me and then share me!"

"You're a toy. Toys don't have a say on who plays with them. Think of the agreement you signed as analogous to instructions on how to use a toy."

"Oh," Aiko said simply.

"So Aiko, it's time for us to go," Susan noted. "We have to be back stage in the theatre before everyone shows up."

* * *

When the clock struck 8 o'clock, everyone, except the two sex toys, was in the theatre. John was on the stage.

"Okay, every one," John announced, "the auction is about to begin. Only one sex toy is available. Pimmel declined to auction his sex toy of the evening. I guess he wants play with her all by himself."

There were mock groans and hisses in the room.

"But the other sex toy, Manko, is available. The highest bidder can play with her for three hours," he said amid cheers of approval.

Gerald wondered what would happen next.

John went behind the curtain. He came out holding two leashes. They were attached to what appeared to be very large dog collars around each of woman's neck, so large in fact that a human head could slip through them easily. Both women were fully dressed.

"This sex toy is yours," John said addressing Gerald while handing over the leash attached to Susan's dog collar. John held onto Aiko's leash.

"What's your bid for this Asian sex doll?" John asked. "Remember, put your bids on whiteboards and lift them into the air so I can see them.

"We want to see more of what we might be buying," a man's voice from the back of the room said.

"Fair enough," John said.

"Take off the blouse," John ordered.

Aiko started to unbutton her blouse.

"Not you," John said. "Dolls don't undress themselves."

"Pimmel, do you mind asking your toy to do the honours?" John asked.

"Sure," Gerald said uncertain how to proceed. "Why don't I just lend her to you until the auction is over."

John turned to Susan. Your owner has given me temporary control over you," he stated. "Remove Manko's blouse."

Susan took off Aiko's blouse.

"Very nice," said someone, "but it's still not enough."

"Take off her skirt," John ordered Susan.

When the skirt dropped, another man's voice protested. "Hey John, why is she wearing panties? She was bare-assed when she served dinner."

"No doubt you hands gave you a lot of information," John retorted.

Everyone laughed.

"Let's see the good parts," someone else said.

"Take off her bra Susan," John ordered.

Susan complied, exposing Aiko's firm breasts.

"If I'm going to bid for her, I want to feel if her tits are real," a voice said.

The remark sent a titter through the onlookers.

"Sorry," John said. "No touching the merchandise until you buy it. But you've got a point."

"She's got two of them," another man observed.

The crowd laughed again. The puns were corny but still funny.

"Susan, help sex doll Manko show off those lovely mounds of hers."

Susan stepped behind Aiko and started massaging her tits. Aiko turned red as a beet as her nipples stiffened at the woman's touch.

Susan whispered to Aiko. "Be honest. Does it feel good?"

Still blushing, Aiko remained silent.

"Lick them, Susan," someone said. "I want to see her nipples harden some more before I make a bid."

Susan licked and sucked on Aiko's mammaries.

Aiko squirmed. She was conflicted and embarrassed. Having a woman nurse at her breasts seemed strange, if not perverse. Yet she enjoyed the pleasurable sensations Susan's hands and mouth offered her breasts.

Several whiteboards, with bids written on them, started to rise.

John looked at the bids. "You can do better than that," he complained. "She's beautiful, and the only Asian ever to grace our swinging parties."

"Off with the panties," someone shouted. "You'll get a bigger reaction."

The innuendo was clear. There was more laughter.

John nodded to Susan. She took off Aiko's panties by putting her hands inside Aiko's panties, one in front and the other in back, slowly pulling them off her hips. Aiko's heart beat faster as Susan's fingers stroked her hairless pussy, the second woman to do so in one day. Aiko squirmed.

"She's got a naked pussy," someone yelled.

"You must have had Susan serving you," someone else said.

"You're right," the other said. "Hers is trimmed."

Whiteboards rose into the air. Everyone looked at everyone else's bids. Some whiteboards went down only to come back up again with a higher bid; others went down and stayed down.

John looked very carefully to see who made the highest bid. He was surprised to see three people made bids over $1000. The highest was $1250.

"Does anyone want to try to top it?" he asked.

"My wife will kill me if I put up a higher bid," a male voice said.

"Mine too," another man said.

John looked around. "No more bids? Sold to the lady in red."

A woman! Aiko was so stunned she was barely aware of John taking her leash and leading her to the winning bidder. She remembered her as the one whose husband wore blue, the one whose hand sneaked up her skirt during the dinner service. In her mind Aiko nicknamed them Red and Blue.

Red turned to Gerald. "Join us, Pimmel. Bring your sex toy with you. I've got a small job for her."

Aiko wondered what Susan's small job was. Seeing his wife tense up, Gerald hastily agreed, knowing she would feel safer if he were physically present.

"Put this blindfold on," Red told Aiko. She did.

Red left the home theatre with the blindfolded Aiko's leash in hand, followed by her husband, Blue, Gerald, holding onto Susan's leash trailing behind them. Aiko didn't see the other three men who followed them.

* * *

Red led them to a room not far from the home theatre. "Wait here while I get Manko ready," she told the others.

Red led Aiko into the room, closing the door behind them. Aiko knew only what her feet told her; the carpet was plush.

Red removed the leash but left the collar in place to remind Aiko of her submission. She put each of Aiko's wrists into a loop of soft material. The loops were large enough to allow Aiko to slip out of them. She was relieved to know the terms of the agreement allowing only mild bondage was being faithfully honoured.

Red turned on a small bright light and adjusted it to shine on Aiko. She turned off the main light and then left the room. Aiko was alone.

Silence reigned in the room for a minute of two. Aiko heard the door open. She assumed the Red, blue, Gerald and Susan, who had been left standing outside the door, were now in the room. But she couldn't be sure.

Aiko saw nothing, but Gerald saw everything, that is, everything that could be seen. The room was dark except for the small bright light shining on Aiko's naked figure. Her wrists were inside two cloth loops in symbolic bondage.

"For the record Manko," Red said, "your husband is here too."

Relieved, Aiko nodded in recognition.

Without any warning, two mouths attached themselves to her breasts. They licked and sucked on her nipples until they were fully erect.

Aiko wondered whom they belong to. She was about to ask when Red interrupted her. "Toys don't talk, unless the person playing with them wants them to talk," she said curtly.

Aiko trembled as the two unseen mouths continued to arouse her.

"Do you like it?" Red asked.

Aiko nodded, nervous and excited at the same time.

"Which one is better?" the woman asked. "You may speak."

"I can't say," Aiko answered honestly. "They feel different but both are nice."

"Take her blindfold off," the woman ordered after a few minutes.

The blindfold came off. The glaring light momentarily blinded Aiko. As her eyes adjusted, she saw Blue and Susan nursing at her tits. Aiko tensed, but only briefly. Susan, she reminded herself, preferred men to women. Susan was a sex toy just like her. She and Susan were playthings. They had no choice.

'It's okay. It's not true lesbianism,' Aiko rationalized. Aiko relaxed.

Red instructed Susan to step away. "Thanks for the loan," Red told Gerald. "I don't need her any more. Don't be shy," she said chuckling, nodding toward Susan. "Play with her."

Gerald wasn't about to let his wife be the only naked woman in the room. He ordered Susan to remove her clothing. Susan obeyed. Even in the dim light, Gerald could see what a beautiful figure Susan had. She was a sexual magnet.

Gerald heard the rustling of clothes being cast off. In a few minutes everyone else was naked, even Red. Gerald followed suit. Although he had every intention of playing with his sex toy, he first wanted to see what would happen to Aiko.

Suddenly, three other men stepped out of the shadows. Gerald made a quick calculation. If five men and three women were here, then the remaining ten, evenly divided between men and women, were probably entertaining each other.

Aiko hadn't seen these men until now. She rightly assumed they must have come in while she was blindfolded. All three, plus Blue, approached her.

For several minutes, four sets of hands and mouths caressed every nook and cranny of Aiko's body. One man kissed her while another one nibbled on her ears and neck from behind, his stiff rod pressed against her hip. A third man sucked one breast while massaging the other. Blue followed the curves of her hips and ass. He explored the crack of her ass, lightly poking the tip his finger against her anal sphincter. His other hand teased her labia and clitoris before inserting two fingers into her vagina.

The minutes passed. The more the men played with her body, the more excited Aiko became. The sensations caused by their touching and fondling caused her to shiver in pleasure and in anticipation of more. Her body reacted to the sensual stimulations. Her pussy moistened. Her nipples became rock-hard. She breathed heavily, unevenlu. Erotic electricity shot through her aroused body. She yearned to have her womb filled with manhood, cock and cum. She was approaching sexual delirium.

Gerald watched the four men take control of Aiko's body at the same as Aiko lost control of herself. He drew Susan closer to him, pressing his hard staff against Susan's soft behind. He cupped her breasts, kneading them as they both watched what appeared to be developing into a gangbang.

Aiko was not new to having sex with more than one man. What was new was that all four men were complete strangers. Besides Gerald, John was the only other man she knew and he wasn't present.

Aiko grew eager in her anticipation of what the men would do. Their constant sexual attention was bringing her close to an orgasm, especially after Blue put his mouth to her labia and clitoris, using is tongue to good erotic effect.

Immersed in the sensuality of the moment, Aiko and Gerald had almost forgotten about Red.

"Hold onto your restraints, Manko," Red suddenly ordered, reminding Aiko whose sex toy she really was for the next few hours.

Seconds later, the four men hoisted her up into the air. They held her in their arms in a supine position; she found herself staring at the ceiling. As Aiko was petite, they supported her weight easily. Someone spread her legs.

'Now what,' she asked herself. 'I'm too high for one of them to fu...'

A soft mouth pressed against her pussy interrupted her thought. A tongue licked around her labia and over her clitoris. It darted into her pussy hole as if to scoop out her vaginal juices. Two hands caressed the areas around her bald pussy. Sometimes they slid up her body to fondle her breasts.

As her climax approached, Aiko clamped her thighs together around her lover's head. Just before she orgasmed, she barely registered the fact that the face between her legs was unusually smooth.

With the four men still holding her in their arms, Aiko jerked and spasmed through her orgasm. The mouth at her pussy did not let go. It brought her to second orgasm. Then it withdrew.

As the men put her on her feet, Aiko saw Red looking straight at her. "Yes, it was me," she said. "And I'm not done with you yet. Lie down," she ordered.

Aiko did as she was told.

"Dear," the woman giggled as she addressed her naked husband, "do yourself a favour. Put your stiff stuffie in my dolly's pussy."

Blue got down on his knees between Aiko's legs. He spread them, aligned his hard, unprotected cock to the opening of her soaked womb and shoved himself all the way into her in one mighty stroke. Grasping her waist, he pumped into her. Unbridled lust shone in his eyes.

Aiko saw Red stand directly above her head, facing away from her now very busy husband. Red got onto her knees and then placed her pussy directly against Aiko's mouth.

"Go to work on it, sex toy," she ordered.

By now, Aiko had resigned herself to enduring this woman's lesbian attention. Her own need for sexual satisfaction, any kind of sexual satisfaction, grew stronger as the woman's husband pounded eagerly and vigorously between her legs.

Aiko lapped Red's vulva, at first tentatively, and then willingly. It no longer mattered to her she was being double-teamed by a married couple. It didn't even matter she was now actively bringing a woman to orgasm with her mouth. Her need for sexual satiation overwhelmed whatever reservations she harboured about sex with a woman.

Gerald never thought he would ever see his wife have sex with a woman or double-teamed by a married couple. His own lust became overpowering. He ordered Susan, his sex toy, to bend over. Thrusting his hard throbbing cock deep into her body from behind, the wetness of her womb told him she was more than ready to receive whatever he had to offer.

After a few more moments, the husband and wife team couple offered their sexual juices to the now willingly submissive Asian woman. Blue gushed copiously inside Aiko's womb while Red spilled her female juices into Aiko's sucking mouth. Red's juices tasted different from anything else Aiko had ever tasted, and, she had to admit to herself, it tasted rather good. Their overwhelming passion for her, and her own uncontrollable lust triggered, Aiko's third orgasm of the evening crashed through her.

As Gerald and Susan headed for their climax, the scene before them changed. Blue withdrew while Red got off her face.

Red addressed the three men who had helped her bring Aiko to her peak. "I like pussy but I like cock too," she picked out two of them. "Please fuck me," she told them. "I got three holes, your choice. You," she pointed to the third man, "can play with my sex doll."

Gerald and Susan watched the second man mount Aiko. His fuse was very short. Within seconds, he ejaculated into her with a loud moan, adding his sperm to Blue's. Gerald and Susan couldn't hold back either. Gerald ejaculated as Susan sang her song of orgasmic joy.

Gerald held Susan in a tight embrace before withdrawing from her. He saw Aiko lying on her back breathing heavily from her sexual exertions.

"Manko looks beat," Gerald said addressing his remark to Red.

The woman looked at Aiko. "It's late," she conceded. "Take her back to your room."

Gerald helped his wife off the floor, picked up his clothes and guided her to their room for a shower and a good night's sleep.

*****

This adventure continues in chapter 13 Ragdolls: Aiko submits to another woman and then some.



A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 13



Author's Note: This chapter is a continuation of story begun in Chapter 12. All errors are strictly mine.

* * *

Aiko and Gerald slept until late into the morning. So did everyone else. As they got dressed, Aiko decided to answer the questions she knew her husband would ask.

"It's hard to explain why I went through with it," Aiko began. "It was my fault. I didn't pick up on the possibility of girl-on-girl sex. While we were in the change room, Susan shamed me into making a decision. I felt honour-bound to uphold the terms our agreement. So I bit the bullet and decided to let things happen."

"You seemed uncomfortable for a while though," Gerald noted.

"I was," she conceded, "first when Susan licked my breasts and touched my pussy, but even more so when Red won the auction."

"Red," he questioned.

"I didn't know her name. In my mind I called her Red because of her red hair and red dress."

"Oh, okay," he said.

Aiko continued her explanation. "She must have realized I was a first-timer as far as girl-girl stuff was concerned because she had those men bring me close to my climax before taking over from. By the time she was eating me, I was far too aroused to stop her."

"I saw," Gerald confirmed.

"If you're wondering how I feel about now, I haven't turned into a switch hitter. At least, I don't think so. I still prefer men to women, and you to any man. But I'd be liar if I said I didn't enjoy it or that I would never do it again. There's still another evening to come, you know. Who knows what's going to happen."

"And I almost think you don't care," he replied.

"Can I ask you a question?" Aiko asked changing the subject.

"Sure," he replied.

"If you'd been the sex toy, and a guy rented you, would you have given him what he wanted?"

Gerald frowned. "No," he said honestly, "but then again, I would've made damn sure a 'no gay sex' clause was in the agreement."

Aiko laughed. "I can't see a macho man like you forgetting about a little detail like that!"

With that they went for brunch, wondering what the new day would bring.

* * *

John had scheduled the next gathering for 2 o'clock in the afternoon. As Aiko and Gerald headed for the home theatre, Susan and John intercepted them.

John led Gerald out of earshot.

"What's going on?" Aiko asked Susan.

"You'll find out soon enough," she answered mysteriously. "You're still our swinging group's sex toy, so come with me to the home theatre.

Gerald saw Susan lead Aiko away. "Where are they going?" he asked.

Susan is taking her to our home theatre's back stage. She's going to get our sex toy ready before we play with her."

"So what do you want from me?" Gerald asked.

"Susan told me about what happened last night," he replied without answering his question. "Apparently, your wife wasn't expecting any girl-on-girl action."

"That's true," Gerald said. "It slipped our minds. We only realized yesterday what was missing in our agreement. Our swinging group is strictly heterosexual."

"Ah, I see," John said and then explained his side of the story. "Because she never raised the issue when we were negotiating the terms with her, we assumed she was receptive to the idea of female sexual contact. In hindsight, we should've asked her. I'm sorry. Perhaps..."

Gerald interrupted him. "I appreciate that," Gerald said sincerely. "Don't worry about it. She's a stickler about adhering to agreements. We talked about it last night. She's become more open-minded about it too. Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?" Gerald asked.

"No, there's one other thing I'd like to settle with you," he replied. "Have you decided who your sex toy for today is going to be?" John asked.

"Yes," Gerald replied, "as a matter of fact, I have. Why?"

"Who is it?" John countered.

"The lady who bought Aiko and who, along with her husband, enjoyed my wife's sexual charms. She's the one with the red hair. She wore a red cocktail dress yesterday. Not knowing her real name, Aiko calls her Red."

"Excellent choice in both person and name!" John replied. "Red will be her sex toy name too! Did she give her husband a nickname too?"

"Yeah, Blue," he replied."

"Do the women know what's in store?" Gerald asked.

"No, none of them do, except Susan because she's the co-host. Anticipation of what might happen if one of them becomes the second sex toy is part of the fun. If I may ask what do your have in mind for Red?"

"I'm not claiming Red exclusively for myself this time," Gerald replied. I want her to undergo the same trials as my wife."

"In that case," John said as he started to walk away, "you'll have to excuse me. I have to find Red and tell her to go back stage."

Later, John stepped on the stage with a hat in his hand. He looked around to make sure everyone was present in the home theatre except Aiko, Susan and Red.

"You've probably noticed one of the women, let's call her Red, isn't here," he announced. "She's back stage with Manko and Susan. In other words, Pimmel has chosen her to be his second sex toy, but he's not claiming her exclusively for himself this time." 

Everyone waited for him to continue.

John smiled. "Not including our two sex toys, there are ten guys and six girls here."

"Oh, I like the sound of that," one of the women said. "While one recuperates, another will keep me busy."

"Or maybe we can take on two at the same time," suggested another female voice.

"No, that won't work," a third pointed out. "Two of us will get cheated."

"Not so fast, ladies," John interjected. "We have to consider our sex toys too." Changing the subject, John continued. "There are some conditions to this phase of our weekend party. Firstly, I'm dividing you into two teams of five men and three women, one team for each sex toy. Secondly, anyone who has already enjoyed Manko's company yesterday will be automatically assigned to Red's group. That mean's you," John said pointing directly at Red's husband, Blue," and you," John pointed to the man who had been Aiko's third and last lover.

"But then I'll end up with my own wife!" Blue complained.

"There's no way we can get around it, Blue," John said. "Take consolation in the fact that you were the first man to enjoy Manko. You also have three other beautiful women to choose from. They'll keep you busy while Red has fun with the guys," he added.

"I suppose, it's fair," Blue agreed reluctantly. "Besides, I like watching her take on other men."

"As for you two," this time John addressed Red's two male lovers of the previous night, you will be on Manko's team today. I'm sure you're not the least bit disappointed."

"You've got that right," one of them said. "But what about you?" the same man asked.

"I had the pleasure of enjoying Manko's delights a few weeks ago at the masked ball (see Chapter 12 - Pimanko). So, I will assign myself to Red's group."

He assigned Gerald to Red's team and Susan to Aiko's team. Satisfied a fair division had been made, John turned his attention to the theatre.

* * *

While John was sorting out who would be assigned to each of the two sex toys, the sex toys themselves were receiving instructions from Susan.

The two women had no idea what to expect. They were a little nervous but mostly they were excited.

"Strip," Susan ordered unceremoniously. "You're going to be a couple of naked rag dolls this afternoon."

"Ragdolls?" Aiko questioned.

"Yes, ragdolls," Susan confirmed. "You're not to talk and you're to remain completely passive while our guests play with you."

Susan led them to the stage. The curtain had already been drawn across the front of the stage to prevent the other guests from seeing the preparations. On the stage, Aiko and Red saw two large mattresses covered in pillows, bolster and cushions. It wasn't difficult for them to guess what they would be used for.

"Get on them," Susan said. "As soon as John has divided the men and the remaining women into two teams, he'll call."

The two women did as they were told.

'Men and women?' Aiko questioned silently.

Aiko's thought drifted back to the previous night (see Chapter 12 - Pimanko), the night of her first lesbian experience. She remembered the men priming her sexually, thus enabling Red to seduce her into orgasm.

Aiko knew Red was bisexual. Her lesbian experience with Red was, she searched for the word, interesting. It was not as abhorrent or as repulsive to her as she had expected. She wondered what it all might mean. Where was she now on the spectrum of human sexuality that represented strict heterosexuality at one end and total homosexuality at the other?

Aiko recognized that the human body responds, often involuntarily, to physical stimuli. From a strictly physical viewpoint, she had been set up by the relentless sexual attentions of the four men. Red merely took advantage of her heightened state of sexual excitement to bring her to orgasm with her mouth. In a sense, she had been tricked into having an orgasm triggered by a woman's mouth. The men did all the work; Red took the credit.

As far as Aiko was concerned, an orgasm, by its very nature, always involved physical pleasure. It was just a matter of degree. Aiko's first lesbian experience was therefore pleasurable, if totally unexpected.

What struck Aiko was her own reaction. She had always considered herself averse to lesbian contact. Although she was initially taken aback when she realized it was Red's mouth between her legs, she wasn't really offended. In fact, she had no time to be offended because red tipped her over the edge within seconds after making contact.

Still, Aiko always had thought of herself as strictly heterosexual. But now she had to question herself. When Red tongued her to orgasm, Aiko could argue she had no control over the situation or her body. But when Red sat on her face, she could have kept her mouth closed and passively endured the rubbing of the woman's pussy across her mouth.

Instead, Aiko suddenly realized, she had responded by actively performing cunnilingus on Red, brought her to a climax, and even enjoyed the taste of her female juices as it spilled into her mouth. This was Aiko's first true lesbian act.

Aiko thought about Gerald. He made it very clear he was 100% heterosexual. At the same time, he was very understanding about the wide range of human sexual experience responses. He bore no ill will to homosexuals. He was always consistent in his belief that what consenting adults did between or among themselves, even if they belonged to the same gender, was strictly their business. He was never judgemental.

But what would happen if Gerald were blindfolded and given a blowjob? What if he thought a woman was giving him the blowjob but a guy surreptitiously took her placed? There was no way in hell he would be able to tell if the mouth on his cock was male or female. As long as his mind didn't know, his cock wouldn't care. But she was certain that if such a thing ever did happen, there would be dire consequences, the least of which would be a profound sense of humiliation on Gerald's part. No, Gerald was definitely 100% heterosexual. There was no wiggle room, no possibility of Gerald experimenting with homosexuality.

Aiko's thoughts returned to her own situation. She had thought herself at the same end of the spectrum as Gerald. Now she knew there was at least a small part of her that accepted, and even enjoyed, female sexual contact.

Aiko still definitely preferred men. She was sure of that. She wanted to feel their hard masculine bodies against hers. She liked it even more if they were hairy. She loved the sensation of having a living hard, hot cock thrust deep into her body. She revelled in the feel of a man's hot cum splashing inside her womb. Men had the real thing; a woman would have to use a substitute, a dildo, a tongue, a finger, a conveniently shaped vegetable or fruit, even she heard, but didn't really believe, a fist.

Aiko's thoughts turned again to Gerald. She smiled as she remembered his reaction when Red took over from the men. He kept watch over, her but he didn't interfere. He intervened only when he was convinced she had had enough. She knew he would interven if something was about to happen that truly troubled her. Gerald was very good at reading her moods and state of mind.

She remembered, after they returned to their room, Gerald showed no hint of resentment. He had accepted what she had done. She loved him for that.

Aiko recalled what Susan had told her: the only women who came for this weekend swinging party were those who were either bisexual, like Red, or at least not adverse to occasional girl-on-girl contact, like Susan herself.

"I guess I'm like Susan,' Aiko concluded. 'I'm not as sexually adverse to women as I once thought.'

As soon as that thought crossed her mind, she realized she would occasionally accept, but not encourage or seek out, lesbian lovemaking.

Aiko's reverie was broken when she heard John's voice from the other side of the curtain, calling Susan.

* * *

"Are the sex toys ready, Susan," John called.

"Yes, they're ready," she called back.

"Then open the curtains, Susan," John called back.

Susan opened the curtains. On the stage, the guests saw two king-size mattresses. On each bed was a stark naked woman; they wore no blindfold or the oversized dog collar used on the previous night. Both were lying on their backs, their legs straight and closed.

"Once you have sex with her," John instructed, "you have to wait until everyone on your team has had his or her chance at her before you can try again," John said.

Hearing John say 'his or her', Aiko realized there was a real possibility another woman could have sex with her.

"If you can't wait for your turn," John continued, "you can always arrange something with your team-mates. I'm sure they'll be happy to oblige."

"Who gets to go first," one of the men on Red's team asked.

"As our special guest, courtesy demands Pimmel goes first, but after that, it's up to you to decide," he informed him.

"Actually, I'd like to watch my wife for a while first," Gerald told his team-mates. "Go ahead. Start without me."

"She's really good, you know," the man informed Gerald.

"I don't doubt it, but I want to watch happens to Manko first," Gerald insisted.

"Okay," the man shrugged, "have it your way."

He and the other men disrobed. As they approached Red, Gerald turned his attention to Aiko.

Gerald stood beside Susan.

"Aren't you supposed to be over there," she said gesturing toward Red's mattress.

"I've decided to wait for my turn," he informed her. "The other guys will keep Red busy for a while."

"So will a couple of the girls," she added.

Susan stripped.

"You'll excuse me but I won't be blending in if I keep my clothes on."

I will too," Gerald agreed, "even though I don't intend to participate right away."

While Gerald undressed, Susan and her other teammates huddled to decide what to do with Aiko. They broke up after a few minutes.

Susan stood beside Gerald again. "The guys," she gestured her head toward the four men already surrounding Aiko, "are going to start things off."

Aiko saw them huddle around. She also saw, but didn't hear, the conversation between Susan and Gerald. She wondered what would happen next.

"Let's get her warmed up," one of them said.

As instructed, Aiko said nothing and did nothing. She was supposed to be ragdoll, a plaything.

At first, the men fondling her following a very similar pattern to what had happened to her on the previous night. Of course, there was one big difference. Last night, she was standing with her wrists loosely bound inside two cloth loops in simulated bondage. This time, she was laying on her back with no physical restraints. Yet she remained restrained through voluntary submissiveness.

Two men latched onto her breasts. The suction on her nipples made them stand erect. She had this weird thought that they were trying to swallow her nipples and that her nipples were trying, vainly, to cooperate.

Aiko moaned with pleasure.

A third man tried to put his mouth to her pussy. He pushed her legs apart to gain better access. He licked her clitoris but the rest of her vee was out of reach because her lower body pressed into the mattress. He lifted up her ass, then shoved a pillow under it to exposed her entire pussy and make it more accessible to his lingual attention.

The fourth man tried to nibble at her ear and neck but only managed to reach her throat. He looked impatient. The four men were getting in the way of each other.

The men's efforts to find just the right position amused Gerald. They were competing with each to enjoy Aiko's delights but were getting in each other's way. He saw Aiko giggle. Even the men found humour in the situation. They needed Aiko's cooperation but she was following Susan's instructions to the letter. She would say nothing and do nothing unless expressly told to speak or move.

"This isn't working out," one of them said. He was smiling too. "We're as clumsy as virgins and as eager as young men who've just discovered sex."

Everyone laughed.

"You clods," Susan said.

'You got that right, Susan,' Aiko thought. 'Tell re-arrange things a little better.'

But that was not what Susan had in mind. "Let me show how it's done," she challenged.

Giving Susan a questioning look, the men stopped fondling Aiko. They moved to the side waiting to see what would happen next.

Susan's oval face came into Aiko's line of vision. It was almost without blemishes. Although a middle-aged woman she had only a few small wrinkles around her eyes and the hint of a few more around her neck. Her hair was golden. She was still a very beautiful woman.

Aiko had no idea what Susan was planning to do. Yesterday the blonde had told her she definitely preferred men to women although she also admitted she was not adverse to occasional female contact.

'Was this going to be one of those occasions?' Aiko wondered.

Susan's face came nearer. She kissed Aiko gently. The Asian woman did not respond.

"Kiss in kind," Susan ordered as she put her mouth to Aiko's.

Susan kissed her gently again. Aiko kissed her back.

Susan kissed her again, this time with more ardour. Aiko replied in kind.

After a few moments, Susan's tongue darted into Aiko's mouth. Putting her hands on Aiko's cheeks. Again Aiko responded in kind.

Susan French-kissed with ever-growing lust. Still Aiko responded, not just because she was playing a role, but also because she really wanted to.

Susan massaged one of her breasts while one of the men put his mouth to her free breast. He suckled on it. Aiko took hold of Susan's breasts and caressed them.

Susan released Aiko's tit, forcing Aiko to release her grip as well. On her hands and knees, she re-oriented herself. Aiko saw one of Susan's legs cross over her face to land on each side of her head. While Susan adjusted her position, another man put his mouth to Aiko's now freed tit. Susan's intention was obvious to both Aiko and the watching men. She was manoeuvring herself into a 69-position.

"Look at my pussy," Susan told her. "Isn't it pretty?"

"Yes, it's pretty," Aiko answered.

Aiko stared at the trimmed pussy above her. Last night, she didn't have the chance to see actually what Red looked like between her legs. Red had sat on her face too quickly. Besides, the room had been dark; only the light in the corner of the room had been on. Now there was plenty of light. She now saw a woman's sexual parts, up close and in the flesh, in a way she had never imagined she would do.

"This is a better show than last night," said one of the men who had been one of Red's lovers.

The man's cock had lost none of its rigidity despite Susan's interference because he had already guessed what Susan had in mind. In fact, every cock on the team, plus Gerald's, stood fully at attention.




A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 13



Susan aligned her vulva to Aiko's face. She bent her knees to bring it closer to, but not touching, Aiko's face.

Aiko stared at Susan's femaleness. She was a true blonde. Aiko had never thought what a woman had between her legs would be a beautiful sight. The woman's pussy glistened. Aiko smelled the pungent odour of her female fluids. Susan was excited. So was Aiko.

Susan put her finger on Aiko's clitoris, massaging it gently. "I've pressed your button, consider yourself turned on without further prompting."

Aiko understood her double meaning. She was Susan's toy to play with; she had just been 'activated'. At the same time, Susan was deliberately exciting her but whether she was just helping prepare her for the men or had plans of her own, that she didn't know.

But she soon found out because Susan continued to caress everything she had between her legs and around her mound: clitoris, labia, perineum. She even stroked a finger across her anus.

Aiko squirmed with pleasure. She found herself succumbing to Susan's lesbian advances. She even found herself yearning for touch and taste of woman flesh. She spread her legs as Susan's mouth neared her pussy; her mouth opened and her tongue readied as Susan's hairy mound approached her face. It was like mana from heaven.

As soon as Susan pressed her pussy against Aiko's mouth, Aiko began to lick. She savoured Susan's sweet taste. She put her arms around her lover's waist as if to keep her in place against her mouth.

The two women lapped at each other's pussies in a leisurely manner for several minutes, gradually moving each other to a mutually shared erotic crescendo. Both forgot about the men.

"What about us?" one of the men whined.

"You'll get your chance soon enough," Susan replied annoyed at the interruption. "Let's switch places," she told Aiko, "you on top so the guys can see more of you."

Susan's suggestion excited Aiko. She had recently developed an exhibitionist side to her sexual nature. Being on top in a 69-position would let her show herself off to the desperately horny men who were watching the female couple please each other.

As the women switched positions, the men moved closer. One started caressing Aiko's ass. Others cupped her breasts.

Susan pulled Aiko's body down indicating she wanted full body contact. The men withdrew their hands from Aiko's breasts but behind remained open to them. They watched as the two women resumed their oral lovemaking.

After several more minutes, both women started to groan; their sounds of pleasure became louder and louder. It was apparent to their spectators that the two women had lost control. Their only goal now was mutual satisfaction. Suddenly they climaxed.

Aiko rolled off Susan. Both women were dazed by the strength of their orgasms.

"Now it's our turn," one of the men said.

Kneeling between Aiko's legs, he lifted up her hips. After using his hand the put his cock in the mouth of her vagina, he penetrated her easily and fully.

A second man put his cock into her mouth. "Suck it," he ordered.

Aiko realized that the erotic spectacle of watching her and Susan make lesbian love, had probably stimulated the men to the point where they became desperate for relief. Aiko felt so wanton. She welcomed the man who was now pounding with all his might. She barely conscious of the fact that her other masculine lover might cum in her mouth.

Aiko faced another dilemma. Although Gerald was always ready and willing to bring his wife to orgasm using his mouth, he never let her return the favour. He knew Aiko was multi-orgasmic. She could have an orgasm after successful cunnilingus. But it wasn't the same for men. Two climaxes within one day was a relatively rare event except under extraordinary conditions involving a very high level of sexual arousal and stimulation. So he wasn't enamoured by the idea of wasting himself in her mouth when he much preferred her womb.

'But he's not my husband,' Aiko reasoned silently. 'He's one of up to five guys who may want to fuck me now.'

Realizing she was in a totally different situation, Aiko started sucking the man's cock while the other man kept pumping her between the legs. Lost in lust, Aiko soon approached her climax. When the two men spewed their male juices into her, one in her pussy and the other in her mouth, Aiko let herself go. An earthquake of sexual joy rocked her body.

After a few moments, Aiko came out of her orgasmic daze. Already another man had mounted her. Susan must have had a lover too because she saw one man dismounting her while another one took his place. Of the three women, in their group, two were making love to each other while one man was riding the third woman from behind.

Aiko saw very little of what happened on the other bed that afternoon. She was too busy, her view constantly obstructed by lovemaking men and women. She later found out that two women in Red's group were bisexual. The men let them have their three-way lesbian tryst first. The remaining woman took on one of the men.

* * *

Gerald watched his wife enjoy her lovemaking with Susan. He marvelled at how quickly his once conservative wife and mother of his children adapted to the swinging lifed. He saw her let a man she had never met until this weekend cum into her mouth. She didn't swallow though, choosing instead to spit it out into a napkin.

Gerald and Aiko often used oral sex as foreplay. Yet in all the years of their marriage, he never asked her to suck him to completion because he considered the act, when done by a woman for a man, to be an act of selfishness on the man's part. He knew that male libido was shallower than a woman's.

'The male libido,' he mused, 'is close to the surface and is often good for only one orgasm. A man who has two orgasms would be having an exceptionally good day. A woman, in contrast, takes longer to reach the peaks of pleasure, but once she was there, many, including Aiko, were capable of reaching several peaks in a row. A woman's pleasure is best served,' Gerald thought, 'either by a considerate man with considerable self-control, or by one man after another.'

Aiko had often told him he was a really good, considerate, and satisfying lover. Gerald believed she meant every word of it, and he had self-confidence and positive responses from Aiko over the years to think that what she said was also true; he was indeed an excellent lover. But swinging revealed another side of Aiko's sexuality: she could no longer be totally satisfied by only one lover.

Gerald acknowledged he had sexual needs of his own. One lover wasn't enough for him either. Occasionally making love to a woman other than his wife seemed to re-invigorate his own libido. He was certain that the same applied to his wife. Their swinging life improved their love life as man and wife, as each other's primary and by far most important lover.

'Speaking of being reinvigorated,' Gerald thought, 'I've been watching my wife getting on with a woman and at least two men. I've got one very stiff cock in desperate need of relief.'

Gerald turned toward the mattress where multi-orgasmic Red was entertaining her lovers. Red's lesbian threesome had ended. A man was pumping into her until he came. He didn't wait for Red to catch up.

A second man, who had earlier made love with the one woman who had not participated in the lesbian threesome, took his place. His cock was erect. With Red now on her hands and knees, he mounted her from behind. It would take him a while before reaching his peak. Gerald had no doubt that she would climax long before her newest lover did. Gerald figured Red had had at least one orgasm with her female lovers, probably more. Her current male lover would no doubt give her another one.

The Gerald saw his opportunity; Red's mouth was available as the man pumping into her was pleasuring both her and himself. He approached her. He tapped her lips with the tip of his penis. Understanding what he wanted she opened her mouth and engulfed his rod until her nose brushed against his pubic hair.

Red sucked on his cock with an ardour Gerald had not expected. If she had been Aiko, and they were at home, he would have withdrawn his cock in order to put it in her pussy to make sure they both received sexual satisfaction.

Red's hunger for orgasm had been partly satiated by her two female lovers, and now her current lover was satisfying her hunger for male meat.

'For once,' Gerald thought, 'I can afford to be selfish.'

With that thought, Gerald ejaculated into Red's mouth. Much to his surprise, she swallowed all of it. No sooner had she finished swallowing when Red gasped, a sure signal that she had just arrived at another peak. The man riding her behind was pumping so furiously into her that he must have unload himself into her too. When the man disengaged, Gerald saw viscous liquid seep out from between Red's legs.

* * *

The hours passed quickly after that. Aiko and Gerald ate a late afternoon meal before rejoining the swinging party. Aiko swung with John as a thank you for their wonderful and wild weekend. Gerald swung with one the women who had participated in the threesome with Red.

The interracial couple decided to leave in the early evening. Travelling by car, it would take them two hours to get home. They also had to make sure they were ready for work on the following day.

"Wow, that was quite the weekend," Gerald exclaimed. "The big surprise of the weekend is the fact you had sex with a woman, not just once but twice."

"As much fun as I had with Red and Susan," Aiko explained, "I still like men more, and I like you best of all because you're my one and only trule love."

Gerald kissed her. "Thanks, my love, I love you too. What I did was not as wild as what you did but it was still a unique experience."

"What was that?"

"A blowjob. Red took me in her mouth, and sucked me until I came. She even swallowed it. Still," he continued, "I prefer pussy to ass or mouth, and your pussy is the best one around because it belongs to the one woman who means more to me than any other woman in the world."

'What a man,' Aiko thought, 'I must be the luckiest woman in the world.'

Coming in late March (2015) Chapter 14 The Uncontacted People: The swinging duo encounters a remote tribe in the Peruvian jungle.



A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 14



14 The Uncontacted People

Author's Note: This chapter is one of three on this theme. All errors are strictly mine.

* * *

Aiko was taking a leisurely bath when Gerald walked in on her. He stared at his Oriental wife. He noticed that her pussy hair was starting to grow back. Aiko had stopped shaving herself.

Aiko realized what he had noticed. "I decided to let it grow back," she answered his unasked question.

"Why?"

"Because you might get used to naked pussy and get bored with it," she replied.

"I'll never get bored with your pussy," he swore.

"Nevertheless, I'm going to let it grow back. It is extra work to keep it bald, you know."

"Okay, hon," he said sounding a little disappointed. "It's your pussy."

Aiko laughed. "It's yours too." Then she changed the subject. "Hon, it's time for a vacation, just you and me," Aiko stated.

"You want to go on another cruise? Discover new lovers onboard?" Gerald asked facetiously.

"No Gerald, thinking of something totally different, unusual, something off the beaten path, at least in part."

"Where?" he asked. "Clearly you've got something in mind."

"Peru. I'd like to see Machu Picchu."

"I would hardly call that off the beaten path, at least not any more," Gerald remarked. "It's now a very popular tourist site."

"True," she replied but continued on. "Did you know its farthest source of the Amazon reviver is a glacier in the Peruvian Andes?"

"No, I didn't," he confessed.

"And did you know that, "although it's not the longest river in the world, that's the Nile in Africa, it has greatest volume and the largest watershed of any river in the world"

"That I know. I see you've been a busy beaver," Gerald commented.

"You thought only my beaver is busy?" she smirked.

"Well, go on," he said grinning.

"I think we should take a vacation to Peru to see his torical inca sites like Machu Picchu and combine it with an ecotour of the Peruvian Amazon."

"The Amazon?"

"Yes!" Aiko confirmed excitedly, "an ecotour of one the remotest places Earth. Wouldn't that be exciting?"

"I'm overjoyed?" her husband replied drily.

"Oh come on Gerald. We'll see nature in all its glory."

"Sure, jaguars, caimans, electric eels, anacondas... Oh, let's not forgot the smaller denizens of the Amazonian jungle like mosquitoes, piranhas and candirus."

"Candirus? What are they?" Aiko asked curiously.

"They are small relatives of the catfish with an eel-like shape. Most species are harmless but one small species has a bad reputation. If you pee in the water to pee, you risk getting one of them swimming up your pee hole."

"Ew, yuck! That's awful!" She squealed, then paused. "You're making up a story to scare me, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not," he defended himself. "Candirus are real and what I described happened. The poor guy needed surgery to have the animal removed."

"Then we don't go in the water," Aiko decided, wondering if there were other bodily openings that might appeal to such a fish. "That way, we don't have to worry about candirus or any other icky animals that live in or near the water."

Gerald laughed. He almost, but didn't quite succeed in discouraging, Aiko.

"Maybe we'll meet some unknown indigenous people," she mused. "Only Brazil and Papua New-Guinea have more uncontacted peoples than Peru.

"I can just see it," Gerald starting to laugh," a head hunter approaches you and says 'give head.' You open your mouth thinking he means a blowjob but instead he lops off your pretty little Asian head, shrinks it, and then puts it up on the wall as a trophy," he said now laughing uproariously.

Aiko looked crossly at her husband. "Nobody does that any more, Gerald," she declared emphatically."

"How can you be so sure," he asked. "If we come across an uncontacted tribe," how can you be so sure they wouldn't be hostile."

"Because," she replied patiently, "if the tribe were hostile, the outside world would have learned about them by now from neighbouring contacted tribes."

"True," Gerald conceded, "but the creatures are still real enough." Gerald paused. "You're the family vacation planner, Aiko. Go ahead. Book the vacation."

* * *

At first their, vacation went as planned. They arrived in Lima and from there took a flight to Cuzco. After seeing several Inca sites including the Sacred Valley and the Machu Picchu, the couple took a flight to Iquitos, the main Peruvian city in the country's northeast.

In Iquitos, they boarded a riverboat. A three-hour journey downstream took them to their first destination, a jungle lodge from where they would be able to tour a nearby nature reserve and where they spent the night.

Very early on the following day, the tourists were divided into four groups, one for each tourist boat. Gerald counted 24 tourists, eight each in the two larger boats and four each in the two smaller boats. Gerald and Aiko found themselves in one the smaller boats that included another English-speaking couple. Their guide spoke good English. The other three boats consisted of Spanish speakers.

For several hours, the four boats headed downstream in the general direction of the Brazilian border. When they reached a large tributary, two of the riverboats split away to sail upstream, while other two, including Aiko and Gerald's boat, continued sailing downstream. Their guide, Pedro, informed them they, along with the larger boat, intended to go up another tributary, about another hour away.

For several hours the two guides, one in Spanish and the other in English, pointed out the sights and sounds of the local jungle. The highlight of the afternoon was the sighting of a jaguar.

When it was time to return to the lodge, the unexpected happened. As the guide turned his boat around, he noticed a group of monkeys in the trees. He pointed at them just as an underwater log punctured a hole into his boat. The water rushed in. It was obvious the boat would sink. Remembering piranhas and candirus, Aiko almost panicked.

"The water is shallow here. We're very close to shore," he re-assured her. "There's no immediate danger."

The other boat approached cautiously, wary of the log that had punctured and sunk the smaller boat. An animated discussion took place between the two guides. Obviously, they were discussing what to do.

"Their boat is almost at its maximum capacity," Pedro informed his English-speakers clients. "There's room for only two more on Carlos' boat. It's too dangerous to carry five extra persons. There is an indigenous village nearby. I didn't point them out because they left signs that told me they don't want contact with the outside world. But now we have no choice but to contact them and hope they can and will help us."

Carefully and slowly, the overladen boat, its draft very low in the water, made its way downstream. It turned into a small tributary. After a few minutes, a group of huts came into view. Women, children and an old men were present but no other men. Except for some adornments, they were naked and not the least bit conscious about it. Blushing, several tourists averted their eyes.

Pedro spoke to the elder; he obviously knew the language. Gerald saw some of the tourists ask Carlos what was going on. He shrugged his shoulders. He didn't understand this particular indigenous language.

After several minutes, Pedro turned to the tourists. Speaking first in Spanish and then in English, he explained their predicament.

"I explained our situation to the village elder. He offered us a boat but none will be available until the men come back some time tomorrow. Apparently, the tribe has to move because local resources have been exhausted. The men are away building huts at a new location.

"Are you telling us we have to stay in this god-forsaken jungle for the night to wait for a stupid little boat?" the English-speaking man whined.

"No," Pedro answered patiently, "only three of us have to stay behind. I volunteer myself as one of those three because I speak the language."

Something seemed to occur to Pedro. He exchanged a few more words with the village elder.

"I asked him about their boats. We can't use them. They're too fragile for long-distance travel upstream on the main river. Whoever stays is stuck here for at least two nights, probably longer, until a proper riverboat can be sent."

In the meantime, a heated discussion took place among Carlos Spanish-speaking passengers.

"No volunteers among Carlos' passengers," Pedro informed his passengers. "They're city dwellers. They have no idea what it's like to rough it in the bush."

"Don't look at us," the wife of the other English-speaking couple said. "My husband has only enough medication to get himself back home."

'Plus he's a whiner,' Gerald thought.

"I volunteer," Gerald announced. "But surely there's another man who can volunteer too."

Pedro translated into Spanish. Still no man volunteered.

"I'm not leaving you behind," Aiko protested. "If you're staying, I'm staying."

From her tone of voice, Gerald knew he wouldn't be able to dissuade her from her decision. He sighed. "You wanted something off the beaten path, hon, but I don't think this is what you really had in mind."

"There's one other problem you have to consider," Pedro interrupted. "I said at least two nights, but that was based on the assumption we were staying with these people in this location. But these people are moving the day after tomorrow. It's too dangerous for just three of us stay here. For our own safety, we should go with these people to their new location. I've got GPS on my mobile device, and a solar-powered energy charger to keep it going. We will be found, but it may take two or three more nights for our rescuers to triangulate our position and then actually physically reach us."

"Two tourists have to stay behind no matter what. The others are unwilling or unable." Aiko said. "Someone has to be the third person."

Gerald sighed. "Okay, Pedro, Aiko stays. Clearly, we're going to miss our flight home," he added. Please ask Carlos to contact our embassy. Ask them to let our family and employers know so they don't panic."

Gerald pulled out his passport. In it was a slip of paper with the embassy's address and phone number.

Pedro handed over his cell phone. "Call them yourself now," he offered.

Gerald did. He spoke to an embassy official. It took a weight off the couple's shoulders to know their family and employers would be informed about their situation.

Pedro and Carlos exchanged words once again.

"He told me to call our office three times a day to let him know we're safe and to allow the triangulation of our location."

Carlos offered spare rations and bottles of water to the three. These were accepted gratefully and put in their backpacks. Carlos, his passengers and the two English-speakers pushed off heading back to the jungle lodge.

The village elder led them to an empty hut where they stayed until morning.

* * *

Aiko and Gerald managed to sleep well despite the primitiveness of their temporary abode. They woke shortly after sunrise. Women were doing their chores, children were playing, and the elder was relaxing.

Pedro was talking to the elder. When he noticed them, he smiled and waved. "The elder is expecting the men to come back around noon."

"How is it that you speak their language," Aiko asked.

"I am one of them," he explained. "I come from a village located closer to what you call 'civilization.' We still speak the language at home but lost many of the old ways." Pedro sighed wistfully. "I have a house, a TV, a cell phone and a motorcycle, and yet I'm not as happy as these people are." Pedro changed the subject. "These people deliberately keep their contact with the outside world to an absolute minimum. Their values are very different."

"Really?" Aiko prodded, "in what way."

"Their attitude toward sex for example," he said uncomfortably.

"Explain," she said.

"They believe all grown men and women in the village are, to use a civilized word, 'married' to each other," Pedro explained. "There is a strong taboo against incest. When a boy or a girl is ready for adulthood, they are sent to another clan in exchange for one of the other clan's own grown-up children. The new tribe members are initiated both into the clan and into adulthood at the same time."

Pedro noticed that Aiko and Gerald were genuinely interested.

"Because the men and women have a type of collective marriage, they treat all the resulting children as if they were their own. They believe each man's seed contributes raw material needed to create a baby. The biological father is known as his primary father. His seed is the last contribution, in a series of contributions, leading to the creation of a child. Because all the men are fathers to all the children, all the children see all the men as their fathers. So if the biological father were to die, his biological child would still be loved and cared for by the clan's surviving fathers."

"Don't these people get jealous," Gerald asked.

"No," Pedro replied. "Although each man or woman may prefer a particular partner, it is seen as grossly selfish to keep one partner all to yourself."

Pedro had expected some form of moral indignation. There was none. He was surprised.

A few minutes later, the village men returned. Gerald counted five men, one in each boat. Except for some adornments, all of them were naked. He could also tell Pedro was correct in surmising that their flimsy boats were not safe for use on a long trip up the main river. Gerald later found out two men were left behind to continue work on building huts for villagers.

A man with a small scar on the left side of his face spoke to the elder and Pedro. He acted as if he were the acknowledged leader of the men. Gerald nicknamed him Scar. When Scar glanced at Aiko and Gerald, the couple could tell he wasn't happy with their presence.

The conversation among the three continued for some time. Another man, who wore a multi-coloured feather in his hair and an old women joined them.

For more than an hour, Aiko and Gerald waited patiently as the five-way discussion took place. Meanwhile, Gerald told his wife the nicknames he had assigned to the two men. Rainbow was the name he gave the second man.

Finally there was a break in the discussion.

Pedro spoke to Aiko and Gerald. "Their leader is unhappy with having you here. They don't trust outsiders. Two or three attempts were made by outsiders to force them into accepting 'civilized' customs." Pedro said 'civilized" as if it were a pejorative term. "Your presence even now interferes with their normal life."

"We have no wish to interfere," Gerald defended himself. "And we have no intention of making them accept other people's beliefs and values. Please tell them we don't want them to do anything differently just because we're here."

"I agree with what Gerald has just said," said Aiko. "They should act according to their own customs."

Pedro repeated what the couple had said to the four natives. This time they all looked at the couple. The elder said something in his language.

"They want your word that you will not object or interfere in any way."

"You have our word on it," Gerald promised.

Scar said something to other men and women. The two elders and three women herded eight children of various ages toward the other end of the village. The older children swam in a nearby pool while the younger children took a nap in a nearby hut. Aiko and Gerald subsequently learned that women who were having their periods were exempted from having sex.

The men, followed by the women, walked in the opposite direction. Not knowing what to do or to expect, Aiko and Gerald followed them.

A 10-minute walk took them to a clearing in the forest. Much to Aiko and Gerald's astonishment, they removed their adornments. They embraced, kissed and fondled each other. They ignored their unexpected guests. Clearly, they enjoyed sex out in the open, in broad daylight, and in each other's presence. Obviously, as in other cultures, the presence of children was taboo.

Gerald wondered how five men would satisfy eight women. He soon found out. Scar and one other man busied themselves with two women each. Rainbow and the two other men each focussed their attentions on one woman. One woman watched.

Gerald suspected, rightly as he later saw, that the men, who had gone without sex for several days, had more then enough energy for a second round. The women seemed just as eager for sex as their collective husbands.

"Remember how horny I was after I came more from that long business trip out to the west coast?" he reminded Aiko. "It's the same here. Absence makes the hard grow fonder."

"You mean 'heart'," Aiko corrected.

"That too," he replied.

Aiko rolled her eyes. 'Always playing with words,' she thought.

Gerald chuckled at his wife's exasperated expression. "The difference," he continued, is that these people have a type of group marriage, and a wider choice of partners. It is perfectly normal and acceptable for any man to make love to any women and vice versa."

Aiko nodded in agreement, but what she saw next surprised her even more. The woman who had been watching the others approached Pedro. They exchanged some words in their native language.

"She's asked me if I would like to have sex with her," Pedro told the foreign couple. "It is also their custom to provide sexual comfort to their guests. Once they agreed to let us stay, they effectively agreed to make themselves sexually available to us."

"And will you?" asked Aiko.

"Yes," he said and took off his clothes.

The native woman smiled. She took hold of his manhood. It began to swell in her hand. Apparently, Pedro's cock welcomed her attention.

"I thought you abandoned the old ways," Aiko said.

"I thought I did too," he replied. "Maybe I only thought I abandoned them. But what the hell. I'm a single guy, and the woman is more than willing. So why not?"

Pedro took her hand. He led her back to the clearing where the others were in the preliminary stages of the lovemaking. They got down on their knees facing each other. Soon they were in a passionate embrace.

Meanwhile, Aiko and Gerald sat down.

"I guess we'll watch the show," Aiko said.

"Sure," Gerald smirked.

Although they were able to see all the lovers at play, they focussed their attention on Pedro and his lover.

Although it was hard to tell their age, Aiko and Gerald guessed that she was probably around 30 years old. She had pendulous breasts that suggested she had breast-fed at least one child for a relatively long time. It was not uncommon in other tribal societies to breast feed children for several years.

Aiko recalled reading somewhere that breast-feeding seemed to reduce the chances of pregnancy, but she wasn't sure if that was a scientific fact.

Pedro's lover had the appearance of a typical indigenous Amazonian. Her face was round topped by jet-black which this woman kept braided. Her nose was large and relatively flat. She had good teeth. Her eyes were dark. In short, like the other native men and women in this part of the world, her physical features showed adaptations to the tropical climate.

Aiko and Gerald noticed she was full-figured. Women in this society were not vain about their bodies like the women back home. There was no hint from any of the men that they saw these women as less attractive because they had borne children. If anything, children were proof of fertility and fertility guaranteed the tribe's continuity.

Still on their knees, Pedro and his lover kissed, at first gently and then with increasing passion. Their embrace became tighter for a while and then they separated slightly again, he to grasp and knead a breast, and she to grab and stroke his stiff member. Their hands travelled up and down each other's body.




A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 14



Aiko recalled a discovery that had been made in Germany in 2008. Car bed from a mammoth tusk, the so-called Venus of Hohle Fels was estimated to be about 42,000 years old. It depicted a rotund women; it represented fertility. Even as recently as the 1960s, voluptuous women like Marilyn Monroe were paragons of feminine beauty.

Since then, a whole industry was created based on convincing women into believing that the skinny stick people who paraded the cat walks of modern fashions houses were somehow beautiful.

Aiko shuddered at the thought. She returned her attention to the field of lovers. Eight women and six men, including Pedro, were now in various stages and positions of sexual abandon. 

Pedro and his lover were lying on their sides, giving each other oral pleasure. If Pedro was still worried about what Aiko and Gerald might think, he didn't show it. He was too deep in his own lustful world to care if anyone else was watching. His faced was buried between his lover's thighs. Aiko could tell he was bring her ever closer to an orgasm.

Aiko's was wet between her legs; she was the only woman there who had a void between them. She wanted the real thing.

As she continued to watch, Pedro and his lover separated once more. She pushed him gently back encouraging him to lie down on his back. He obliged her. She swung a leg over his torso. She put his hand on his erect manhood, aligned with her pussy, and then sat down taking his entire length of his cock inside her. She groaned in obvious pleasure. Pedro sighed as the warmth of her womb enveloped his rock-hard cock.

Aiko changed position to sit on her haunches. It afforded her a better view of the lovers in the clearing. The two lovers looked so hot together. Voyeurism wasn't usually Aiko's thing, but she found the wild, unrestrained abandon of these people to their natural desires to be both erotic and exhilarating.

Gerald saw that his wife's eyes were glued to scene before them. The surfeit of lovemaking in the jungle clearing was obviously having an impact on her. It made an impact on him too. He had a very stiff, aching cock in his pants to prove it.

Gerald took hold of the hem of Aiko's blouse and pulled it up and over her head. Caught be surprise, Aiko glanced; she saw a wild and hungry look in his eye that he was desperate to satisfy his own sexual need. With almost lightening speed, he also unlatched her bra and removed it.

She looked at the field of lovers; they were too busy to notice she was already half-naked, her husband's hands lustfully massaging her breasts while he passionately kissed and nibbled her neck.

'I'm not a prude," she told herself. 'I'm a swinger. I have had sex with strangers. I've had sex with several men, some at the same time, some consecutively. I've even had sex with women. These people aren't doing anything I haven't already done. So why be prudish?'

"Screw it," she said out loud.

Aiko pulled her shorts and panties down, then put her bare ass on the ground to pull them off her legs. Gerald understood the message perfectly. His shirt was already off. He removed the rest of his clothing in seconds.

Aiko got on her hands knees facing the clearing and rutting lovers. She watch them as her husband filled her womb with her his stiff staff. She moaned as he penetrated deeply into her moist depths. The uneven contours of his cock brushed against her sensitive labia causing her to shiver with pleasure. His wonderful skilful hands worked their magic on her sensitive breasts and her aching erect nipples.

Aiko closed her eyes for a few moments to relish the complete sense of fullness between her legs. Her husband's cock was still the best as far as she was concerned; it had to with the fact that it was attached to the only man she truly and fully loved.

Gerald pumped rhythmically into his wife's warm recesses. He too had watched the lovers in the clearly, especially Pedro and his lover. Not wanting so shoot into Aiko until she was ready for the big O, Gerald focussed on what how unusual this day had become. The day was hot and humid, just like Aiko's tunnel of love.

Aiko opened her eyes again. She saw Pedro furiously pumping into his indigenous lover. She was moaning loudly, and without inhibition. From the way she shuddered, she was clearly in the throes of an orgasm. Pedro greeted the achievement of her ecstasy. With a loud "oh", he announced his contribution to the possible creation of another child.

Aiko barely registered the completion of the couple's sexual union. The last thing she remembered seeing before she reached her own peak was Pedro's lover lying on top of him. It wasn't necessary to know the language to see that she was whispering endearments in his ear. Their eyes closed in post-orgasmic lassitude.

Gerald heard Aiko start to mewl. She pushed back against her husband. She was nearing her climax.

"Now!" she yelled. "Oh, oh."

Gerald needed no further prompting. The couple reached their peak at the same time, unifying their bodies and their souls in sexual ecstasy.

Gerald's reservoir of semen burst up his cock and flooded deeply into his wife's interior. Jet after jet spurted into her while Aiko tried to grasp his cock with her vaginal muscles as if to squeeze out every last drop.

Then it was over. Gerald took his time to dismount, then flopped onto his back. He pulled in his wife to cuddle her. Both were sweating profusely from their exertions in the heat of the tropical day. Exhausted, they fell asleep under the shade of the tree.

When they woke up, they saw Pedro. "I see you two got into the spirit of things," he said smiling. He was naked, making no attempt to cover his nudity. "What's the point of wearing clothes," he observed, "when everybody is naked and treats it as perfectly normal. Besides," he added, "if you don't have any clothes, you don't have anything to wash."

"Well, I'm going to wash these," Aiko told him, "because eventually someone is going to rescue us. I prefer to have reasonably clean clothes when we return to civilization. Until then, I agree with you, it doesn't make any sense for us to wear our clothes in this hot weather when we're among people for whom nudity is no big deal."

Pedro told one of the indigenous women what Aiko wanted to do. They lead to a small fast flowing stream. It had to come from a spring because the water was clear, cold and potable.

Later in the afternoon, Pedro joined Aiko and Gerald. "I apologize if my behaviour offended you," he said, "by taking liberties with that woman."

"We're not offended," Gerald declared, "not at all. "Your lover took the initiative, and we did say we accept the way these people choose to live." The Gerald changed the subject. "Do you know what swingers are?" he asked Pedro.

"No, I can't say I do," he replied. "My knowledge of English is practical. I know whatever words I have to know to do my job as a guide."

"They are people who believe that it is acceptable to share spouses provided all who participate are consenting adults. We are swingers," Gerald declared."

The light of understanding was in Pedro's eyes. "Ah! That explains why you didn't seem to be disturbed when I told you about their sexual mores, why you're not shy about walking in the nude, and why you were able to have sex in the open where others could have seen you."

"Yes," Gerald confirmed. "In a sense we are practicing the same thing except that back home most people would consider our behaviour to be bizarre while these people view it as normal!"

Early the following morning, the men built an extra boat to carry Pedro, Aiko, Gerald and one of the elders. They were placed in the middle of the nine-boat convoy to ensure their safe passage through the labyrinth of jungles streams. The other eight boats carried the entire village population.

It took almost eight hours to reach the new location. The setting sun was hidden by think jungle. Fortunately, campfires could be seen in the distance and acted as beacons. After the children fell asleep, the entire village, except the old men and women, participated in a new homecoming party. The couple spent the third night of their Amazonian adventure in each other's arms.

Coming in Chapter 15 The Tribal Initiation: The couple joins the tribe.



A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 15



Author's Notes: This chapter continues the story started in Chapter 14. All errors are strictly mine.

* * *

Pedro's rap on the doorframe of their hut woke Aiko and Gerald from their slumber. Their third night among these people had been quite restful. Only the waning campfires had prevented the camp from falling into total pitch-blackness. Even the noises of the jungle night had failed to disturb them. The croaking of tree frogs and the chirping of insects even soothed the couple. Their songs of these creatures signalled that there was no danger nearby.

"Did you have a good night's sleep?" he asked.

Pedro wore an adornment around his waist. Otherwise, he remained naked.

"Very good," Gerald replied. "It's obvious you've come here for a reason Pedro. What's up?"

Both Aiko and Gerald hadn't bothered to put their clothes back on. Nudity was normal here. The day was hot and humid. If they wore their regular clothes, they would have wash them again.

"Three things," he summarized. "Firstly, now that the new village has been set up, everyone except the children and those women assigned to care for them, are supposed to look for food. The women will explore the nearby jungle looking for fruit, nuts, roots and other edible plants while the men fish and hunt."

"We've enough civilized food for ourselves to last several days. They don't need to hunt and gather for our sake," Gerald pointed out. "We have to be careful what we put in our North American stomachs. On the other hand, we'd be more than happy to help in whatever we can as long as they realize we don't have their knowledge and skills."

"That gets to my second point," Pedro said. "I already told them about food," Pedro replied. "As far as they're concerned, you can eat what you brought with you, but even an unskilled person can be useful as long as they're willing to follow instructions. At the very least, you could help carry extra food back to the village."

"So that means Gerald will be away for the better part of the day helping the men while I stay behind with the women tending the children or gathering edible plants. Right?" Aiko said.

"That's right," Pedro said.

Aiko and Gerald exchanged glances.

"Of course, we agree," Gerald said. "Our very presence is a burden to these people. The least we could do to thank them for their hospitality is to help them in whatever way we can, limited as it may be."

Pedro informed the elders. They nodded in affirmation.

"And what's the third thing," Aiko prompted.

"You stink," Pedro laughed. "They smell the insect repellent you put on yourselves. They think animal poop smells better. If you don't want to offend your hosts' noses, you should use the local remedy. Keep the commercial repellent in you bag until just before our rescuers arrive."

"So what's the remedy?" Aiko asked.

"Arrieras ants," Pedro replied. "Their a type of army ant whose smell bad to other insects although to us they smell okay."

"Ants!" Aiko shuddered. "Army ants."

"Don't worry," Pedro said. "They're harmless to humans. Do either of you have aversions to harmless ants," Pedro asked.

"No we don't," Aiko replied. She was determined to do whatever these people did.

Pedro waved over a man and a woman. They took the couple to an arrieras ant nest, and showed them how to do it. They stuck a hand into the nest until it was covered in ants. Then they rubbed their hands together, crushing them into a mix of guts and chitin particles. Then they applied the crushed ant guts to their bodies.

Aiko and Gerald gamely followed suit.

"Look at this way," Gerald told his wife. Ant guts small a lot better than a tapir. Tapir stink really bad. If we had to cover ourselves in tapir shit, I probably would have taken my chances with the bugs."

Aiko only looked at him, unsure if he was joking or not.

* * *

An hour later, Pedro returned with the two elders. They had tribal adornments in their hands. The old woman placed two adornments around Aiko's waist.

"I told them you have two daughters at home," Pedro explained. "These adornments symbolize fertility, motherhood and the continuation of the people."

The old man hung a different type of adornment around Gerald's waist.

"This adornment represents full manhood," Pedro said. "Normally, a male of the tribe would get this adornment after his formal initiation into the clan. But," he laughed, "since you have fathered two children, you are obviously a man, although not a man of the tribe. These people are practical."

The foreign couple smiled. Although they were pale-skinned, largely ignorant of the ways of these people, and lacking in any skills useful in the jungle, they were happy. The gift of adornments symbolized this tribe's tolerance, if not acceptance, of their presence among them. It was a new adventure among people they really liked.

"Let's go," Pedro said. "It's time to go hunting and fishing."

Aiko accompanied the old woman to join the women and children. She wondered what her duties would be.

The old woman led Aiko to a group of four women, all of them with baskets. One of them had an extra basket; she handed it to Aiko. They gestured to her to follow them into the jungle. She did.

For several hours, the five women found and eventually filled their baskets with the jungle's hidden bounty. If she had been on her own, Aiko realized, she probably would have searched an entire day and still not be able to find enough to cover the bottom of her basket, let alone fill it. She respected them for the jungle lore.

On returning to the village, the women sat down in the shade of a large tree, that hung over the village's source of water. Upstream was a spring but in this location, a pool had formed where children joyfully played.

One of the women offered her coconut water from a freshly cut coconut. Aiko gratefully accepted her offering. She drank it down; it tasted so sweet.

Aiko saw them examine her with their eyes. They're curiosity got the better of them. Although they knew about the outside world, they, as Pedro had earlier informed her, had never met an Asian.

They put their fingers through her hair and saw the black hairy patch between her legs. Her eye colour was dark. To this extent, she resembled them. But in other respects, she looked quite different. Her skin was white, while theirs was almost a bronze colour. Her almond-shaped eyes, with its pronounced epicanthic fold stood in contrast to their large round eyes. Her nose was small, almost delicate, whereas the indigenous women had larger, broader noses.

One after another, they touched her. One rubbed her skin with her finger. She looked at her finger as if she were expecting to see white paint on it. Aiko guessed that some of these people had never seen people with skins as pale as theirs. Another woman put her hand on Aiko's breast, a touch that was driven not by sensuality but by curiosity.

They chattered, often addressing Aiko, but of course, she could not reply. "Too bad, I can't understand them,' she thought. 'Yet they are so friendly and make feel at home."

* * *

The men returned well into the afternoon. There was excitement among. They were smiling and joyful. A couple of men were backslapping Gerald. Aiko wondered what had happened that caused Gerald to receive saw attention. He was smiling too.

"What's all that about?" she asked her husband.

"We were on our boats for quite a while following the riverbank. Some of the men fished while others looked for bigger game. I knew I couldn't help with the fishing, so I kept my eye out for game too. I was the first to spot the capybara," Gerald said proudly. "So we went after it. Pedro told him it would feed the entire village for the feast they plan to have tonight."

"Why should that make them excited," Aiko inquired. "Surely they hunt and eat them all the time. They're relative to the guinea pig. Native people living in the Andes raise guinea pigs as food. We keep them as pets."

"They were happy that I sighted the animal," Gerald explained patiently, "but it was not the cause of their excitement."

"Then what was it?" she asked again, a little exacerbated by her husband's apparent smugness. "Get to the point."

"What's this?" Gerald laughed. "You sound like a man. Usually, you want to hear the details. Now you want to get to the heart of the matter. So I'm giving you the story, and you'll find out soon enough why the men are so jovial."

Gerald was smiling from ear to ear. Aiko frowned.

"Just give me a chance to tell the story, okay?" he said. "Usually, you want to know all the details first. So I'm obliging you." He laughed again knowing he was keeping her in suspense.

"Anyway," he continued, "the men stopped fishing because all four boats were needed to surround the capybara and cut off its means of escape. Two boats of men moved to the shore, and two stayed offshore to cut off its avenues of escape by both land water. Capybaras are good swimmers, you know."

"So I've read," she said curtly. "Get on with it, Gerald."

"As we closed in, a couple of men jumped into the water close to shore. Then it struck."

"What struck?" Aiko asked.

"An anaconda."

"Anaconda?" she almost screamed. "That's the world's largest snake. One species, the green anaconda, can grow to almost 9 meters (30 feet) long. They're big and strong enough to crush and kill a man!"

"We were after the same prey. We were so intent on the capybara, we failed to notice the anaconda lying in wait below the surface of the water. It was about strike at the capybara when Rainbow jumped into the water in front of it. It wrapped itself around Rainbow, starting asphyxiate him. I did the only think I could think of. I grabbed a knife from the boat I was in and drove it through the snake's, killing it. I saved Rainbow's life."

AIko was agape. "You saved his life! You're a hero!" she said delightedly.

"Did you guys catch the capybara?" she asked.

"Nope."

"You came back empty-handed?"

"Nope. We came back with meat, snake meat to be exact."

Aiko looked toward the boats. The men were dragging a massive green snake onshore where they would butcher it into more sizable chunks.

She also saw Pedro, the two elders, Scar and Rainbow approach. They had been holding a conference.

It was the old man who spoke. He had an adornment in his hand.

Pedro spoke. "Gerald, the elder's message is this: You are a very brave man who put yourself in danger to save the life of a man you barely know. Only a warrior or someone who has done an exceptionally brave act in defence of his tribe can wear such an adornment. He, the elder, and Scar, are the only two men who are allowed to wear such an adornment."

The elder spoke again.

"But he is in a quandary," Pedro explained. "He cannot give this it you as long as you are not of the people. He asks that you honour them. He wants you and Aiko to join the tribe so that he may properly honour you by offering you this adornment. It includes the snake's fangs."

Gerald asked the obvious question. "How do we join the tribe?"

"Through an initiation ceremony at tonight's feast. It is very similar to the one that would take place, if a man or woman from another clan were to join."

"And what does the initiation ceremony entail?"

"A dance followed by a physical union that symbolizes tribe unity."

"Physical union?" Aiko asked. "What do you mean?"

"Sex," Pedro said smiling. "Remember every woman is, to use a 'civilized' word, married to every man, and every man is married to every woman. Therefore, you join the tribe by, if you'll excuse the use of an inadequate English word, 'marrying' into the tribe. Of course the marriage has to be consummated."

"Oh," Aiko said stretching out the sound.

"And what about you," Gerald asked Pedro.

"I've been invited to join the tribe too. They say I have brought much good luck to their people. Good luck is something to be kept."

"Give us just a minute alone," Gerald said.

Pedro walked away.

"Let's go for it," Aiko said. "This is so exciting."

"You're insatiable," Gerald said smirking. 

"So are you," she replied. "But we aren't really doing anything we haven't done before. The only thing that's different is this totally unexpected turn of events."

"True," he agreed.

Gerald signalled to Pedro. Their guide was talking to Scar and Rainbow.

"Tell them we would be very honoured to be of the people," he told Pedro.

* * *

Some of the men butchered the snake and the spent a good part of the afternoon repairing their boats and fashioning their hunting spears. Gerald joined several others in search of brush and wood for the night's campfires. Some where placed near the huts, but a one particularly large pile of brush was placed in the clearing where the lovemaking had taken place. Pedro told them that the ceremony adopting them into the tribe would take place there, out of earshot and eyeshot of the huts.

Aiko helped the women prepare the evening's feast.

When the clan's chores were completed, the men and women separated. Pedro explained to Aiko and Gerald that every man and women would don ceremonial paint in preparation for the three's initiation into the clan. Only the elders and the two women who were still having their periods returned to the huts taking the children with them. They would tend the campfires while the festivities took place.

As dusk approached, the feast began. Everyone, men, women and children partook of the food hunted by the men and gathered by the women. Aiko and Gerald restricted themselves to eating snake meat because it was thoroughly cooked and therefore presumably safe to eat.

After about an hour later, the children and the four adults assigned to care for them and to tend the campfires near the huts followed the path through the forest back to the huts, leaving eight women and nine men behind including the three to be initiated into the clan.

After a few more minutes the ceremony began in earnest. Some of the men began to dance and chant. Each threw bark into the bonfire. Then the women joined them, also throwing bark into the bonfire. Aiko and Gerald assumed that tossing bark into the bonfire had some ritualistic significance.

Later, they noticed that the burning bark gave off an aroma thaty was pleasant but otherwise indefinable and unidentifiable. Obviously these indigenous people knew what they were doing. Gerald thought it might be some sort of offering to a local deity. He doubted that its purpose was to keep the mosquitoes at bay. The smoke and heat from the bonfire was more than adequate for that task even without a coating of freshly crushed arrieras ants rubbed into their skin.

Aiko and Gerald saw the dancers gesture to them in an obvious invitation to join them. They got up. At first they watched the indigenous dancers in an attempt to understand the rhythm and the sequence of the dance steps. Once they got the hang of them though, they danced around with their soon-to-be clan mates.

After a while, Gerald felt a bit strange, almost as if he were on some kind of high, and he was feeling hornier. Gerald suspected that the burning bark had both a hallucinogenic and aphrodisiac qualities.

At one point as they circled the bonfire, Gerald found Aiko beside him. "I think the bark they're throwing in the fire is giving me a horny high," he told her.

"Yeah, me too" she said, "and we might more sensitive to it because we're not used it. I've never, ever taken an drug unless it is prescribed by a doctor or a dentist."

"Same here," Gerald said, 'but it may be seen as a grave insult to our hosts if we were to leave."

"I know. We can't leave," she agreed.

Then they lost track of each other. They continued to dance and breath in the acrid odour of the bark burning in the bonfire. Time and space seemed to twist. Otherwise their senses remained clear but also more acute.

Time seemed to both flow and stand still. The rhythmic dancing and chanting continued as men and women circled the bonfire.

After a while, Gerald realized there were fewer dancers around. The chanting was not as loud as it was earlier. Something was happening.

* * *

Men and women began pairing off, clasping each other in various intimate ways.

Gerald sought out Aiko again, and saw her, in all her glorious nudity, still gyrating around the bonfire. Then one of the men approached his wife. He couldn't tell who it was; it was too difficult to distinguish faces in the flickering light. He thought it was probably Scar. But whoever it was, there was no mistaking he was in a full state of arousal. His dark and sturdy erection stood in sharp contrast to the bonfire that backlit it.

Then a second man approached her. It was Rainbow. He was certain of that. How could he not recognize the face of the man whose life he had saved? Of course, the feather in his hair gave him away too.

Gerald didn't see what happened afterwards because a woman suddenly embraced him, diverting his attention away from his wife. She put one hand on his cock and used the other to cup his balls, massaging them delicately. She had the unusual ability to stroke up and down his cock and massage his balls at the same time. He couldn't judge her age, but her figure suggested she probable had at least one child, maybe more. That didn't matter to Gerald; he did not discriminate based on age, although he had his preferences in physical types.

He loved Aiko, yet she was not his 'type' when he first met her. Or so he thought at the time. He had not even dated an Asian women, let consider one as a lover and eventually as a wife and the mother of his children, that is, until he had met Aiko. He had fallen in love with her, married her and fathered two girls by her.

'Maybe I'm kidding myself about what kind of woman is my type," he thought. 'In my swinging life, I've enjoyed all types of women. Maybe the truth is any woman can be my type. But one thing is for sure,' he continued to think, 'I wouldn't trade my wife for any other woman in the world.' Then he realized what he was thinking wasn't exactly accurate. 'Correction,' he thought 'I would trade her for another's man wife but only temporarily.'

He smiled. The woman raiding the treasury for the family jewels looked at him questioningly. She broke Gerald's reverie by dropping to her knees and taking him into her mouth, while continuing to massage his balls.

He gasped. He closed his eyes 'Oh man,' he thought, 'that feels so good.'

Gerald wasn't the kind of guy who let a woman do all the work. Nor did he want to shoot off prematurely. He wanted to take this dusky woman in orbit with him. He pulled her back up. He wrapped his arms around, stroking her up and down her back. Once in a while he settled on her luscious hips. He followed their contours to her equally ample ass, stroking and squeezing her ass-cheeks.

She giggled and smiled at him to show her delight and to encourage him to continue. She ducked out for a few seconds only to bring back a mat or reeds. They got onto the matt and continued their embraces and kisses. They lay down beside each other. Gerald saw the lust in her eyes. This woman was about to experience something she probably never imagined in her wildest dreams, sex with a white man.

The woman lay on back. She opened her legs, exposing her most intimate female parts, for him to see, in a universally understood invitation. Even in the firelight, he saw moisture glisten between her legs. She was apparently more than ready. But rather than accepting the open invitation, he lay down beside face to face. He let his hands travel all over the body. Once in a while he suckled her tits. She moaned in pleasure.

Gerald turned himself around so that they were in a 69-position. She swallowed his cock, sucking it eagerly. Gerald licked her pussy, travelling up and down her labia, never missing to slide his tongue over her clitoris or sticking his tongue into her vaginal opening. Her vaginal nectar had a very different taste to that of other women he had performed cunnilingus on, different but very good. He attributed her taste to exotic character of her daily diet of fruits and roots, insects and fish with the occasional snake or capybara thrown in.




A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 15



Gerald's unexpected attention caused his lover to orgasm. He turned around again, mounting her in one stroke. He pumped into her, slowly at first and then with increasing vigour. She mumbled something in her language. Given hot wet she was, Gerald figured that she was telling him she was ready to cum again.

He was ready, He came, blasting the contents of what she had been massaging deep into her insides. She bellowed out her joy and pleasure in their mating.

* * *

Meanwhile, Aiko was the recipient of the double attentions of Scar and Rainbow. They put her down on a reed mat. They gazed at each other. She had no doubt of what they were wondering, namely, what would it be like to impale her on their indigenous spears. To be truthful, she was looking forward toward meeting ever thrust.

They stroked her for a long time, her breasts, her thighs, her hips. Once in a while they flipped her over to stroke her back and to explore her heart-shaped ass. Sometimes they replaced their hands with their mouths. They licked and stroked everything, everything, that is, except her pussy.

Aiko squirmed at their touch. She felt herself become hotter, more excited, wishing they would go further, knowing that they wouldn't understood her words but probably would understand her meaning. Aiko usually didn't take the initiative. So she waited to see what would happen next.

The two men spoke to each other but of course Aiko had no idea what they were talking about. She would learn soon enough.

They raised her up on her hands and knees.

A further discussion took place between them. Scar got down on his knees in front of Aiko's face. He took hold of his penis and put it to her lips and prodded her mouth with it. Aiko got message; she opened her mouth. Scar took his time to push his stiff spear down her throat. For a little while she thought maybe Scar intended to cum in her throat. But he didn't pump; he restrained himself.

Meanwhile, Rainbow positioned himself at the other end. Aiko felt his manhood bump against her ass-cheeks. She wondered if he was going vaginal or anal. He didn't do either. He lay down on his back, placed his face where he could see the outside curvature of her ass, grabbed her hips and then pulled her pussy onto his mouth.

'Fellatio and cunnilingus,' Aiko concluded mentally, 'I guess I'm getting and giving the oral treatment tonight. Give and you shall receive.'

Aiko was normally a rational person with a logical and systematic turn of mind but sex invariably caused rationality to dissipate in favour of sensual pleasure.

Meanwhile, Rainbow took his time working Aiko into a fever-pitch. Finally, Aiko pointed in the general direction of her own behind. She didn't know how else to convey her need for male flesh to insides of her body.

She put her hand down on the ground. It just occurred to her that Rainbow might interpret her pointing at her ass as an invitation to take her anally. She was desperate to feel a cock inside her womb. She jiggled her ass again in invitation. Suddenly, she felt Rainbow's cock slide smoothly into her hot wet womb. Fortunately, Aiko thought, he had decided to make a contribution to the creation of her baby. Little did Rainbow know that she had already passed menopause.

'Let him think he's making me pregnant,' she thought. 'Let him think he is filling me with his life-giving juices. It'll make him hornier and harder if he thinks he can impregnate me.'

Seconds later, that thought left her sex-addled brain. Rainbow's vigorous pumping into her soon brought her to her orgasmic peak. She came. So did he. He flooded her insides with his semen.

While Rainbow was mounting Aiko from behind, Scar remained still, all the while keeping his cock in her throat. He watched Rainbow pour everything he had into Aiko. As Aiko started to come down from her orgasmic high, she fully expected Scar to ejaculate in her mouth. But he didn't. Instead, he took Rainbow's place to make his own contribution to the future.

Once more, Aiko soared to her high. Once more the stars burst as Scar mixed his sperm in her womb with Rainbow's.

Exhausted, Aiko collapsed on the mat. She dozed off. Once in a while, she was aroused from her sleep, sometimes by a thumping motion against her ass, others times between her legs. She wondered to her self, how it was possible that two men could so insatiable. The last thing she remembered, before finally falling into a very deep sleep, was that good sex was better than a sleeping pill.

* * *

Aiko woke up late in the following morning to find herself in a hut. She had not even noticed that she had been carried from the intiation grounds all the way back to their hut.

Gerald was sitting on his haunches, smiling at her. He kissed her affectionately, then showed off the adornments that designated him as a member of the clan, as a father of the people and as a warrior.

"You had a really long sleep, gorgeous," he said. "As a matter of fact, it's almost noon. You must have had a really good time, last night."

"I did," Aiko admitted. "Rainbow and Scar wouldn't let me alone all night. They kept having sex with me until I was so tired I fell asleep while they were still going at it. I feet as if every man here took me."

"Almost," Gerald remarked.

"Almost?" Aiko enquired. "What are you saying?"

I can't be absolutely sure, because I was bit preoccupied myself, but I think every almost man in the clan dipped into your box. The only thing I know for sure was Pedro and I weren't among them."

"You mean I went through almost every man in the village?" she gaped.

"It would be fairer and more accurate to say that almost every man went through you," he said laughing. "Even the elder had his turn."

"Not Pedro? Why?"

"He can't help but see himself as our guide and us as his clients. I don't think he feels comfortable having sex with you, especially considering I'm around. Pedro is an upright person, who has come to see us, not as clients, but as his friends. He's worked in 'civilized' society for a long time, so, inevitably, he's picked up some of its attitudes, such as you don't fuck your friend's wife."

"So how was your initiation?" Aiko asked, deciding to change the subject.

Gerald laughed. "It was awful. Two clanswomen milked me for all I was worth. When they were finished with me, I was so weak I couldn't get up. I just fell asleep on the mat."

"Only two, Gerald?" she said.

Then they both laughed.

"And you know what's really strange?" Gerald asked.

"What?"

"I am genuinely proud to be a member of this tribe. Just in case you're wondering, I didn't mind sharing you with clansmen last night.

"Me too," Aiko declared happily. "I know we have to leave here to go back to our own world, but I'll never forget this experience."

"By the way, here are your adornments," her husband said handing them over. "That little orgy late night was our initiation into the tribe. You're now a full-fledged clan mother and the wife of ten husbands."

Aiko blushed, her marriage to them clearly consummated by the previous nights nightlong orgy.

As they exited the hut, Carlos informed them he just got off the phone. "They've triangulated our position. Because these people want no contact with the outside world, they don't want our rescuers to come here to their village. Instead, they will take us to a settlement about three hours hiking from here. We will meet our rescuers there on the day after tomorrow."

"Well, you better relish your time here while you can, hon," Gerald said. "I almost forgot," he added. "Pedro says the women have relieved you of your daily chores for today. So relax."

In Chapter 16 Jungle Guests: The couple's jungle sex adventure concludes.



A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 16



Author's Note: All errors are strictly mine.

* * *

In marked contrast to the previous night's initiation and consummation into the clan, the following day was relatively uneventful. Hearing the news that they were about to be rescued and would soon return to civilization, Aiko and Gerald were of two minds. On the one hand, they were reluctant to see their unusual adventure come to an end. On the other hand, they were anxious to get back home to their family and friends; they had jobs to do and their own life to lead.

Later in the morning, Gerald and Pedro were chatting with each other.

"We're enjoying our adventure among these people," Gerald told him, "and neither Aiko nor I would trade this experience for any other in the world."

The clan, both men and women, feel the same. They wish you could stay but you must leave for your own reasons, but also for theirs," Pedro said. "Scar and I talked about it. He believes you two are too used to your civilized way of life to be able to live like them for long. More important, you two don't have the necessary survival skills to live in the jungle for the long haul."

"Scar is a very perceptive man," Gerald observed. He is a good leader for these gentle and remarkably practical people," Gerald said. "We will miss them."

"I will tell Scar what you just said. The members of the clan will be very happy to receive confirmation of your respect and affection for them. Without a doubt, the clan will miss you and Aiko too. They don't expect they'll ever see anyone from the outside world quite like you two."

"We leave here on the day after tomorrow," Gerald reiterated just to make sure.

"Yes," Pedro confirmed.

"So what are we going to do until then?" Aiko asked. She had joined them just in time to hear Gerald express his regrets about the impending end of their adventure.

"You're supposed to relax today, Aiko, but tomorrow you can resume your duties helping the women with their chores," Pedro replied. "The clan will have guests tomorrow from a neighbouring village. Scar and one of the other men are leaving this afternoon to meet two men from a neighbouring clan at a pre-arranged place known to both clans and then bring them back here."

"What's the occasion?" Aiko asked.

"Apparently, at a previous meeting several months ago, they had discussed an exchange of adult age children. As you know by now, a child who has reached maturity has to leave the clan to join another clan. His or her new clan will then initiate them both as clan members and into adulthood. If all goes well, they will finalize an exchange of adult children, probably in about a month."

"So while Scar and the other two clansmen are away, what are the rest of the men to do?" Gerald asked.

"Rainbow will lead us on a hunting and fishing and expedition. We're obliged to ensure out guests have all the usual comforts of home."

"Then there's no time to relax," Aiko observed. "The women need my help. So it's time for me to get off my tired..."

"...but beautiful,' Gerald interjected.

"...butt and earn my keep by helping the women with what little skill I have," she concluded while smirking at her husband's interjection.

"Don't worry, hon," he snickered as she walked away, "I'm sure you'll have an opportunity to help the men with your other considerable skills."

Aiko hesitated, turned her head around and stuck her tongue at him.

A few minutes later, Scar and the clansman accompanying him started their hike through the jungle to their rendez-vous with the men from the neighbouring clan. They were expected to return tomorrow with their guests.

The remaining clansmen also departed, leaving the women and children to gather plant foods of various sorts and work on repairs to their baskets. The women talked to each other in their incomprehensible language while their children played. The elder had little to do; he was the only adult who relaxed.

Aiko rejoined the clanswomen. Work was pleasant, she realized, because it was integrated into their social life and no one was ever in a hurry. They worked to live; they didn't live to work. They found happiness in cooperation and their primitive equality. Unbidden, the concept of primitive communism came to her mind, primitive communism, a term coined by Frederick Engels to characterize pre-agricultural human society.

Her thoughts returned to the present. Unfortunately, this way of life was impossible in so-called civilized society. Aiko hoped that they would survive what seemed to be the inevitable onslaught of civilization.

The men returned late in the afternoon. This time they actually did catch a capybara without having to fight an anaconda. They brought back several fish as well. One of the men skinned and gutted the capybara. He handed it to one of the women who proceeded to prepare it for the evening meal. They would have enough for tomorrow's visitors too.

That night, wrapped in each other's arms, Aiko and Gerald had a long deep sleep.

* * *

Aiko woke up in the morning to discover that Gerald had already risen. She stuck her head out of the hut and saw that Gerald and Pedro were helping the other men repair their boats. The two men seemed to have become fast friends.

Aiko joined the women, helping them prepare for the arrival of their guests. As she worked on her chores, she remembered what Gerald had told her about Pedro: He had not been among her lovers on the night of their initiation into the tribe. He had been reluctant to exercise his rights as a new clansman because the civilized side of his mind told him he was their guide and had to act professionally.

It was difficult for Aiko to hear what they were saying but what she heard told what she needed to know.

"I've seen the way you look at her," Aiko heard Gerald tell Pedro.

Pedro looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I'm forgetting I'm your guide and responsible for your safety until we are rescued. Please don't take offense. She is an attractive woman."

"Yes, she is," Gerald replied. "And I'm not offended. Neither have I forgotten we belong to the same clan."

Pedro looked quizzically at him.

Her chores finished, Aiko decided it was time to join the men's conversation. It was also time for her to take the initiative in rectifying an injustice in the clan.

"I think Aiko overheard us," Gerald said as he saw Aiko approach. "Go ahead. Ask her. Maybe she's in the mood. From previous experience, she probably is."

But Pedro didn't have the chance to ask.

"I am a woman and mother of the people," Aiko said addressing Pedro. "We both have the right to ask, and we both have the right to agree or refuse."

It dawned on Pedro that Aiko was propositioning him.

"It is offense to these people for a wife and a husband not to consummate their marriage. As long as we are among these people, Pedro, you are as much my husband as every other clansman here, including Gerald. So I want you to make love to me," she said. "Take me."

Pedro's penis began to harden. It appeared between the strands of his adornments.

"I can tell you want to, too," she added smiling.

"She's definitely in the mood," Gerald added encouragingly.

Aiko saw Gerald give her a slight nod, confirming he was okay with her initiative. She made a small pucker with her lips as if to throw a thank-you kiss in his direction.

Taking Pedro's hand, Aiko pulled Pedro's hand. "Come," she said, "to my hut."

Pedro resisted Aiko's pull. Unsure of himself, he tossed another inquiring look at Gerald.

"Really, it's okay," Pedro, really," Gerald assured him. "As long as we're among these people, we are clansmen. We aren't tourists; you aren't our guide. We are ruled by the clan's customs. In short, until we leave here, she's as much your wife as she is mine."

Still holding Pedro's clansman hand, she tugged at him again. "Please," she said, "I want you."

Aiko let go of his hand and stepped into the hut. A flap of skin dropped down over the entryway to prevent anyone from seeing her inside.

This time Pedro's desire over-ruled his unease. He lifted the flap, stepped in, and then closed it behind him. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the relative gloom of the hut's interior. Aiko was sitting on her haunches.

Pedro approached. Lust sparkled in his eyes. He got down on his knees in front of her. He pulled her to her knees. Pedro put his hands behind her head and pulled her lips towards his. Their lips met.

At first, he kissed her gently, but each subsequent kiss became more ardent than the previous one. After a few kisses, his tongue entered her mouth. Aiko welcomed his lingual intrusion. Soon their tongues were duelling. The kissing aroused them both.

As they kissed, Pedro at first embraced her tightly against him, pressing her soft warm pale-skinned female body against his own hard dark-bronze male body. His hand and arms flowed up and down her back. He groaning and grunted his lust. His erection reached it full length; it pressed against Aiko's belly. He shifted away from her for a second to allow his cock to stand straight up. He resumed his passionate embrace.

Aiko responded to his urgency with an urgency of her own. Her body prickled with the need and the desire to submit herself to him. She returned his kisses with equal ardour and wrapped her arms around his back, feeling his muscles ripple. His rampant manhood twitched against her belly.

When Pedro finally broke his long hot kiss, he separated from her only enough to allow his hands to explore her breasts. Her nipples were already stiff. Yet they still seemed to respond to his touch. Instinctively, he knew this woman was made for sex. His inhibitions gone, Pedro took over the initiative.

Although the clansmen had more than satisfied her during the night of her initiation, Aiko surprised even herself in the strength of her need for another sexual union. Her mating instinct took over. She wanted Pedro to invade her body with that stiff male muscle pressing against her belly. She yearned to have it inside where it could ignite the rush to that joyful sexual peak that made her feel so alive.

"Umm," she groaned as his hand explored the femaleness between legs. He stroked her labia. Then he stuck two fingers into her hot wet hole. With his fingers covered in her fluids, he used them to stroke her clitoris.

Aiko groaned again, trembling, as his erotic fondling reverberated through her body. She reached for his cock; it felt like an iron bar. She stroked it.

Pedro gasped. He was already oh so ready. He breathed heavily and unevenly in desperate excitement.

"Please," he pleaded.

"Please what?" she asked with mock innocence. She stopped stroking his cock.

"You know what!" he smiled.

"You mean this long hard thing I've got in my hand?"

"Yes," he croaked.

"How do you want me?" she asked. "Missionary?"

Pedro smiled at her allusion to people who dedicated their lives to bring sanitized sex to the native masses. He understood her sense of humour. He also realized she used humour to abate his overwhelming desire for her, to regain some of his self-control. He continued fondling her.

Pedro then did something curious; he folded the two mats in the hut and put them behind Aiko. The Asian woman took his action to mean he was planning something.

After a few minutes more of his ardent caressing and fondling, Aiko wrapped her fingers around his Pedro's cock. It was her signal that she was ready for his entry into her body.

Pedro dropped down on his haunches. Putting herself into a crouch, Aiko pressed her body against his. Still holding onto his male hardness, she directed his hot rod toward the hot wet hole of her vagina. She put the head of his cock between her swollen labia, pulling him into the target just a little. She let go of his cock.

Pedro now took the initiative. He slid his cock into her until the whole thing was buried deep inside her. He sighed as her wet warmth enveloped his rock-hard cock. Once he was fully inside her, Pedro carefully laid her down on her back, ensuring that her shoulder landed on the folded mats. He himself remained on his haunches in an upright position. Aiko's hips rested on his thighs. No part of Aiko's body touched the ground.

Aiko understood. If her shoulders were on the ground, Pedro's cock would be forced to bend perpendicular direction relative to his body, a position that could be uncomfortable, even dangerous, for the man if not carefully done, but the big advantage for the man was that it allowed him to do go even deeper than usual. She couldn't recall the name of this position.

Pedroe wrapped his arms around Aiko's hips to keep her in position. He slowly withdrew his cock until all but the head of it was outside, then he plunged in again. His cock pulsed with the promise of hot ecstasy still to come.

Aiko felt his cock press against the front part of her vagina. He hit her G-spot. She shuddered and sighed as he slid up and down inside her for several minutes, brushing over her internal erogenous zone.

Aiko began to soar. "Oh god," she groaned.

Aiko hadn't tried this particular position before, but it was delicious the way his cock rubbed against the walls of her vagina and made his cock penetrate deep inside her.

She also saw the strange look on his face. It looked as if he was in pain but she had no doubt that what he felt was the pleasure of an impending orgasm.

Aiko was ready for him. "Do it!" she demanded, "Do it! Now!"

Pedro moaned. His cock detonated. Spurt after spurt gushed into Aiko's erotic cavity.

"Yes, yes!" she whispered as she crashed into her climax. "Fill me! Fill me!" as Pedro heaved thrust into her.

When it was over. Pedro kissed her gently. "Thank you. You truly have the heart of a clanswoman."

After he cleaned himself, he stepped out of the hut. Scar and the other men had just returned with their two guests. He knew he had a job to do, act as interpreter to Aiko and Gerald.

Meanwhile, Aiko stayed behind in the hut. She needed a few minutes to make herself more presentable. Then she, too, stepped out of the hut.

* * *

Meanwhile Pedro, accompanied by Gerald, joined the men, including the two guests, who were in the midst of a discussion. They stared at him. They stared even more at Aiko when she exited the hut.

"Let me explain something," Pedro told Gerald. "When Scar told our guests about his two very unusual clan members, they thought he was pulling an elaborate practical joke on them. Now that they've seen us, they know it was no joke."

Pedro was about to continue when the two strangers approached them, a tall white man and a petite Asian, in open curiosity.

After a few moments, the discussion among the clansmen continued. Pedro refrained from interpreting for Aiko and Gerald. "Mostly greetings, trading information about hunting and fishing conditions, those of things," he explained.

The next time Pedro spoke he informed them that Scar and his two guests had finalized arrangements to exchange adult children.

After a few more minutes, Aiko and Gerald saw surprise light up Pedro's face. He glanced very briefly at Aiko. Whatever they were talking about seemed to concern Aiko.

"So what's going on now?" Aiko asked. She had noticed his quick glance too.

Pedro looked embarrassed. "According to the customs of the clans, guests are entitled to all the comforts of home."

"What's that got to do with me?" Aiko asked.

"It means they have a right to enjoy the company of a woman of our clan for the night."

"Why tell me this?" Aiko wondered, and then it dawned on her.

"Oh, you mean one of them chose..."

"You, Aiko" Pedro completed, "provided you're willing and able," he added.

"Me? But I just had sex with you this morning, Pedro, and with Scar and Rainbow two nights ago. That's usually enough for me," she protested.

"Are you sure?" Gerald teased. "Don't you want to be wanton woman again today?"

"What are you talking about? I'm pretty wanton already, I would say."

"You're a wanted wanton woman. But fair enough, hon," Gerald added, "you have the right to refuse. Let me talk to them. I'll explain the situation. I'm sure they'll understand."

Using Pedro as his interpreter, Gerald talked to the Scar and his two guests. Aiko decided not to listen to the discussion. It made her feel strangely uncomfortable, and excited, to see her real-world husband negotiating with total strangers about having have sex with her.

After a few minutes, Gerald walked over to her.

"What did they say?" Aiko asked.

"They understand your reluctance. They acknowledge you are a woman of the people, and therefore you have the right to refuse. But there is still a feast to honour our guests. More hours of discussion will no doubt take place between now and then, among Scar, Rainbow, the elders and the two guests." Gerald smirked at this point. "So they'll ask you again later today in the hope you'll change your mind. If you don't change your mind, they will select some other women, provided our guests are still in the mood of course."

"Men always stay in the mood," Aiko replied dryly. "If I were to take care of every man's horny needs, I'd wear soon out my pussy."

"I doubt that, Aiko," Gerald laughed. " For sure, they'll be ready and willing. The only question is, will you? I suspect you'll be ready for another go at it soon enough."

After dusk, Pedro rapped on Aiko and Gerald's hut.

"Our guests want to know, if I'm more willing now than I was earlier to have sex with them, right?" Aiko guessed.

"That's right, Aiko," Pedro confirmed.

"Which one will it be?" she asked.

"Both of them."

"Both of them?" Aiko was only mildly surprised. She srugged.

Aiko had come to expect the unusual among these people. It wasn't as if she'd never had two men before. She had sex with two men the night before last. Besides, all that talk about sex was starting to make her feel hot again. There was an itch that needed to be scratched between her legs.

"Where are they?" she asked

"All take you to them," Pedro replied. "Don't worry about Gerald being alone tonight. One of the village women will come here very soon to keep him company."

"But that means..." Aiko began.

"You're staying the whole night with our guests. They,ll leave to return to their own village early in the morning."

Sure enough, as Aiko and Pedro left the hut, a village woman arrived. She smiled to Aiko, then entered the hut, lowering the flap behind her. Gerald kissed Aiko and then followed his lover for the night.

Inside the hut, Aiko heard the rattle of adornments being removed. A woman giggled. Apparently, Gerald wasn't wasting any time to prove he was still the great white warrior. His mighty spear would gain him another conquest.

Pedro led Aiko to the hut housing the two visitors. "In there," he said, "they are looking forward to the pleasure of your company. Like me and other clansmen, the thought of inseminating a woman as exotic as you are has keyed them up."

Aiko opened the flap and walked in. Pedro walked to another hut where his lover waited for him. He removed his adornments and then took her into his arms.

* * *

The men were waiting expectantly for her when she walked in. Lusty eagerness twinkled in their eyes as they scanned up and down her body. Aiko didn't mind; it excited her to be sexually desirable. She checked them out too. She even brazenly glanced down to determine their state of tumescence. With satisfaction, she saw the first signs of inflation, a sign that a large quantity of sperm would soon come into circulation.

In a society where nudity was acceptable and commonplace, what constituted clothes was a relative thing. Among these people, their adornments were their clothes. Taking off her adornments was equivalent to taking off your clothes. Aiko decided to take them off slowly.




A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 16



While she stripped, Aiko thought about her time among these people. What surprised her the most about herself was how quickly she had adapted to the clan's mores.

'I must be going native,' Aiko thought. 'Even though I'm practically nude by civilized standards, here I feel like I'm fully dressed.'

Of course, there wasn't much to remove but Aiko managed to string it out. Her stripping and sexy swaying of her very womanly hips had the desired effect. By the time she finished removing her adornments, the two men's cocks had swollen to a complete erection.

She walked towards them swaying her hips in a manner that emphasized her womanly curves. She turned around to display her behind. She bent over, briefly exposing luscious labia to the increasingly horny men. She turned around again. She put her hands around her breasts and then pushed them out toward them in what could only understood by any red-blooded heterosexual man as an invitation to play with them.

The two men exchanged words. Aiko didn't have to know the language to know what they were probably saying. They stepped closer. Each took a breast, which they massaged, and kissed and sucked. Occasionally, they took a nipple between their fingers to lightly pinch it.

They proved to be wise in the ways of women. They knew Aiko had strip-teased them. Now they brought her tits into the same state of tumescence as their swollen cocks.

After a few minutes, the men shifted their attention to other parts of Aiko's body even as their mouths continued to work on her breasts and hardened nipples.

One hand from each man stroked the contours of her ass. The man on her right let his hand wander down her belly. His fingers brushed through her public hair, and then proceeded to travel even lower where they explored her forest of pubic hair before continuing on to stroke her sensitive labia.

The man on her left let his hand travel down her back. When he reached her bottom, he at first stroked her the contours of ass-cheeks, then squeezed them. After a few moments a finger started to travel along the valley between rear cheeks.

The man on her left found a crater in her valley. He surprised Aiko inserting the tip of his finger into her ass. Meanwhile, his partner pushed his fingers into ever-moistening love canal.

Aiko trembled at the double intrusion. "Oh," she moaned as the finger that had just been inside her vagina crossed over her stiffening love bud.

If earlier in the day, she thought she had had enough sex, she discovered she now wanted more.

The fingers of the man on her right slipped his fingers into her vaginal opening again. Aiko heaved at them with her hips as if she were trying to get them deeper inside her. Her lover could have no doubt her body welcomed his sexual attention. Indeed, she was eager for it.

The man continued his manipulations of labia, her clitoris and the mouth of her vagina for some time. Aiko began to think his intention was to make her climax on his fingers, but what she really wanted was the fullness in her pussy that could only be achieved with complete penile penetration, and seemingly endless ejaculation filling her with forceful flowing fluids.

The other man was no slouch either. He continued to explore the contours of her ass. He seemed fascinated by it. The shape of her ass was different from the women he knew, and lived with, and made love to. He had never seen any woman as pale as the one he was now fondling. Talk about strange pussy. If variety was the spice of life, then what these two men had between them was very exotic and very erotic.

The lover paying attention to Aiko's ass decided to press his male hardness against her behind. He placed his penis against the crack of her ass and used his cock to rub up and down the crack of her ass.

Aiko wondered if he intended to take her anally. She thought it unlikely would because her own clansmen did not believe in wasting baby-making material by unloading their sperm anywhere except in the hot box that produced the next generation.

Silently, both men grasped her breasts, relishing the shape, feel and colour of her feminine mango-shaped globes.

Aiko sighed. After almost a week in the jungle, she had become used to its odours, especially the fragrance of the jungle, the smell of unfamiliar food, the odour of crushed arrieras ants, which she had learned, repelled mosquitoes, and even the scent of people who, although they kept themselves clean, knew nothing of deodorants.

Aiko closed her eyes to block out her sense of sight. She wanted to use only her sense of touch. She concentrated on it and on the sound two men's heavy breathing and occasional grunt. With most of her other sense shut off, she shuddered at the urgent sensuality of their touching.

After a while, the men tugged down at her arms in a way indicating to her they wanted her to get down onto the reed mat. She wasn't sure what position they wanted but they soon made their wishes clear; they wanted her on her hands and knees. She obliged them.

One of the men pushed her head down toward the ground, forcing her ass to tilt upwards. He joined his clansman behind her. Aiko briefly opened. Glancing backwards, she saw unrestrained lust in their eyes as they admired her womanly attributes. They examined everything, her heart-shaped ass, her little brown rear exit and her swollen lower lips and her stiff little clitoris. She smiled, wiggling her bum at them in invitation. Male sexual hunger turned her on. She was their sex goddess. She was, for now at least, the centre of their world, Mother Earth in need of fertilization. Aiko closed her eyes again.

The men exchanged words. The one who had been fondling her bottom put his mouth to her pussy. He lick up and down her tasty slit.

'I guess it's his turn to feast at my fur pie,' she thought. She sighed. It excited her to have his tongue explore the folds of her labia and lap across her erotic nub. The growing tingling in her pussy announced an increase in the wetness between her legs.

The man lapping at her pussy smacked his lips. Apparently, he enjoyed the taste of her sweet Japanese juices. He stepped away to let his fellow clansman taste her too. They took turns for several minutes.

Meanwhile, Aiko's own lustful desires increased. She wanted and needed a man inside her. She wanted them to mate with her like a rutting animals.

Aiko wiggled her bum again, tilting herself even more to expose her pussy even more to their insatiable admiration.

The two men stopped again but only to exchange a few more words. Both were breathing heavily. Obviously, they were deciding what to do and who would do it. Aiko had no idea what they had in mind. She assumed they were discussing who would go first. Whatever they decided, she decided, she would learn soon enough. And she would probably enjoy it.

One of the men urged her to open her legs wider. Aiko sensed motion behind her ass. One of them was readying himself doggy-style coitus, a position favoured by most mammals and many other creatures too. 'The only reason it was called doggie-style, rather than bear-style or turtle-style,' she reasoned, 'was due to the simple fact that the most commonly seen animal copulation, at least for people living in urban areas, was the one done by pet dogs. Dogs are even more willing than people to indulge in public sex. In fact, 'she recalled, 'the Brits had a word for it - dogging.'

"Woof, woof," Aiko giggled. Dogging doggie-style was acceptable here.

Her two lovers had no idea what her sounds meant.

Using one set of fingers to open Aiko's her netherlips, one of her lovers pointed his cock toward her vaginal entrance, then thrust in and up into her hot interior. She was so wet he was able to penetrate all the way into her in one thrust.

"Oh," Aiko mewled in pleasure. "Do me!" she cried in English.

No interpreter was needed. Her lover thrust into her, at first leisurely, then vigorously, and finally furiously. In fact he quickly reached the point of no return; he lost control. In less than a minute, he blasted the contents of his balls deep into her womb.

Aiko was close to her own peak, but he had beaten her to it. For a second, she thought she was going to be left hanging. 'Men,' she thought, 'the more eager they are, the shorter their fuse.'

But she had no time to dwell on disappointment because her second lover took the first man's place almost immediately. He mounted her. Making sure he was solidly in the saddle, he began the hard rhythmic motion that would inevitably bring him to his climax.

Already keyed up by the first man's lustful efforts, her second lover soon brought Aiko to her peak. She flew off into orbit, her mewling and moaning announcing the arrival of a glorious orgasm. He followed her into heavely bliss a few seconds later, emptying himself joyfully into the Asian woman's hot vaginal passage.

Her second lover hung onto her for a minute and then dismounted. The men pushed Aiko back onto the mat. She lay on her back as the two men flopped down on each side of her. They were silent for a few minutes. She thought they were finished and would soon fall asleep.

'Please, don't sleep!' Aiko thought. 'I want more!'

Her budding disappointment was suddenly and pleasantly broken when her two lovers put their mouth to her breasts. One clansman curled his lips around her nipple and pulled on it. The other clansman licked and sucked the other nipple. A surge of pleasure seemed to shoot from her nipples to her loins. Then, almost in unison, the men switched techniques, the first one licking and sucking and the other pulling on her nipple with his lips.

As they relished the feel and taste of her quivering globes, the two men each let a hand wander down the front of her body, gently but firmly caressing her. After a few moments, their hands once more travelled toward her pussy. They kept her on sexual tender hoods by explored her triangular patch of black hair. Fingers followed the contours of her swollen labia. Hands caressed her soft inner thighs, knuckles brushing against her hypersensitive clitoris. Both men stuck a finger inside her hot cum-soaked pussy. They massaged the inside of her womb. They lightly stroked her now hypersenstive clitoris. They were determined to hold Aiko at a high sexual pitch, to keep the engine of her desire running, to let her hang with desire. They succeeded.

The heat in Aiko's body, which had barely begun to ebb after her first orgasm, rose again. She groaned. She mewled. She trembled in anticipation of being taken again by these virile men. Her juices flowed. Her sex-crazed mind wanted more mating. She wanted their dark, hard sweaty bodies pressed her pale soft cushion of femininity.

"Give to me, damn it!" she cried in English knowing they couldn't understand a word but suspecting they would know the meaning anyway.

Aiko half-expected one of the men to take a position between her legs and do some missionary work. Instead, he pulled at her indicating he wanted her on top facing him. She sat on his torso. His stiff cock touched her lower back.

'Stiff cock already?' Aiko thought. 'This guy's got stamina.'

Aiko marvelled at his ability to attain another full erection despite having had an orgasm no more than ten or fifteen minutes ago. She smiled. She knew from experience that men were sometimes capable of a second orgasm in a relatively short time if the object of their desire was different, exotic, or, to use a colloquial word, 'strange'. Even better, he would probably last longer. Aiko smiled. Her lover would taker longer this time, and she had another in reserve just in case.

The man, Aiko thought of him as the first man because he had sex with her first, shoved her down his body, indicating to her he wanted her to sit on top of him.

As Aiko put herself in position to take the first man's cock into her, she realized that gravity was inducing a larger quantity of two loads of sperm to dribble out of her. Much to her surprise, the second man suddenly put his hand between her legs and scooped up most of it. He stepped back.

Aiko wondered about his curious behaviour. She didn't wait to find out. She aligned first man's cock with her sexual opening, and then dropped herself onto it. The cock penetrated her so completely their pubic hair became enmeshed. She loved the sense of fullness his cock gave her.

Oddly, or at least Aiko thought it was odd, her lover made only slight pumping-like movements almost as if he were having sex in slow motion. She thought he was teasing her. And it worked.

As she sat on him enjoying the fullness of him inside her, the second man came up behind her and pushed her down to lie flat on top of his comrade. She took the opportunity to nuzzle the man's neck.

Meanwhile, her other lover smeared some gooey substance on her exit chute, using his thumb to shove the substance around her sphincter and into her rectum. Aiko quickly realized it was the same sticky mixture the second man had scooped from her dribbling pussy. Clearly, the second man intended to use his poker to enter her exit!

'So much for entertaining the idea that anal sex was taboo among these people because it was a waste of baby-making material!' Aiko thought. 'I must've got that all wrong,' she concluded.

Another thought struck her; she had never been penetrated in both her vagina and her anus at the same time. She wondered, and worried, what it would be like to have both nether apertures impaled by stiff fleshy clubs.

Aiko felt pressure on her asshole. She was certain it was the head of the second man's penis because it felt wider than the thumb he used a minute earlier. Her sphincter resisted but he continued to prod her asshole gently with his hot bludgeon. Aiko took a deep breath, telling herself to relax. She was not inexperienced in the ways of anal sex.

'Let them have their way with me,' she told herself. 'Enjoy the ride.'

The head of the second man's cock breached her rear door. He pushed in very slowly. He was giving her time to accustom herself to his intrusion. Occasionally, he dabbed more of the gooey mixture around her anus and along his cock to ensure easier entry. Slowly but surely, his entire rigidity worked its way up her back passage until he could no further.

Once the second man was completely inside her, the two men started pumping slowly into her. They established a rhythm. When one went in, the other went out. The minutes flew by.

Aiko found herself lost in the sensuality of the situation. Her mind seemed almost blank as her body took over. Her physical being cooperated involuntarily and automatically with her two lovers. She was entirely theirs to do with as they pleased. She was helpless before their onslaught.

Suddenly, an orgasm crashed through her. The men continued their rhythmic pumping. As Aiko had surmised, they lasted much longer this time because both of them had already had sex with her.

"Oh god," Aiko moaned out loud as she hurtled once more into orbit.

Still the clansman kept pumping into her. The to-and-fro of their thrusts became harder and faster. Their grunting and groaning grew louder and louder. Finally, the first man's rocket blasted off into space, sending him into an orgasmic orbit too. A few seconds later, his comrade blasted his seminal juices deep into exotic woman's bowels. Aiko reached yet another peak.

After a short while, Aiko felt the man in her ass gently pull himself out.

'A good guest,' Aiko thought, 'is always considerate of the host.'

Shortly after, her other lover dismounted as well. Both men flopped down beside her and went immediately to sleep.

Indigenous seed dribbled out of Aiko's pussy and ass. She thought to wipe herself with some tissue paper, but quickly realized it was her civilized mind thinking about civilized products unknown to these people. She would deal with it in the morning. Let their seed do their work. She fell asleep between them.

* * *

When Aiko awoke, she was alone. She later found out the village's two guests had already started their trek back to their own home.

She saw neither Gerald not Pedro for a while, but when she did see them, she noticed they had cleaned themselves, put on their civilized clothing, packed their backpacks and re-applied the mosquito spray they had brought with them for the tour.

"Time to get ready, lazybones," Gerald said.

Aiko got up, grabbed her civilized clothes and hobbled toward the natural pool the clansmen used to wash up. She also took the can of mosquito repellent. She would need its protection in the trek through the jungle.

"You're walking kind of funny," Gerald observed.

"I'm sore between my legs," she replied. "You would be too, if you went through what I went through in the last three days."

"Hon, if I went through what you went through, I think my dick will have been worn down to pencil-thin, assuming of course it didn't fall off completely."

Fifteen minutes later, she returned fully clothed, her adornments carefully stored in her backpack. She smelled of civilized mosquito spray. Gerald saw the indigenous woman wave at their nose as if someone had just let go a massive fart. They thought the odour of mosquito spray was worse than a tapir's.

Then the tearful good-byes started; even the men shed tears.

Aiko, Gerald, Pedro and two clansmen acting as their guides, finally set out for the meeting point where they would meet their rescuers.

* * *

It took about four hours to reach the settlement.

During the first part of trek through the jungle, Aiko noticed how quiet Pedro was. He seemed almost morose.

"Is something bothering you, Pedro?" she asked.

"I have a hankering to stay with these people, forget about my civilized life as a tourist guide. Worse, I doubt these people have much of a future living the way they do now."

"What do you mean?" she asked although she already had an inkling of what he was thinking.

"The way of life of the indigenous peoples who lived in the Americas is almost all gone except in the most remote parts of the Amazonian jungle. The arrival of European settlers from Europe brought diseases our people had never encountered, and weapons that could kill the locals instantly. Even today in today in Brazil, people who want to use our land to make profit for themselves bring hired guns to expel indigenous people from their ancestral land."

Gerald was walking behind them listening in. "I know what you mean and I understand your sentiments," he said. "Europeans, including their North and South American descendents, describe themselves as settlers but they are nothing more than occupiers who kill and steal for land. 'Settler' is dirty word when settlement is done at someone else's expense."

"You are an unusual man, Gerald," Pedro replied. "And you are just as unusual, Aiko. I've never met people like you, and I doubt I ever will again. You spent only a week with the clansmen, but in that week you gained their full respect, and yes, I think I can say, their genuine love and affection as well."

Aiko blushed.

"And what are you going to do, Pedro," Gerald asked.

"I'm tempted to stay with them,' he conceded, "but someone has go back to the outside world to defend them and protect their way of life, even if there's no hope in the long-run."

"I'm sure your wives will reward you," Aiko winked knowingly.

It was Pedro's turn to look embarrassed.

When they came within sight of the settlement, the three saw clansmen stopped. There were more tears as they went their separate ways. A half-hour later, the trio arrived at the pier to be greeted by their rescuers. Even an embassy official showed up.

"It must have been very difficult," the embassy official said. "We heard you volunteered yourselves to stay behind for the sake of the other tourists. That was very brave of you. You must have suffered some real hardship."




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Gerald smiled, merely saying, "It wasn't so bad."

"Well, it must have been really tough, you know, wondering when you would be rescued and being deprived of modern conveniences. "What did you do to keep you mind off your worries?" he asked.

"Oh, we managed to keep ourselves busy. It's fair to say we actually had a good time. Wouldn't you say Aiko?"

"Absolutely," she replied smiling broadly.

"Still, it must have been awful," the official insisted.

The trip by boat up-river to Iquitos took several more hours. Aiko and Gerald were taken immediately to a hospital where they were quarantined for three days. After undergoing various medical exams, including those for various tropical diseases and parasites, both were declared to be healthy and ready to go home.

Aiko and Gerald came home to a huge and happy reception of family, friends and colleagues. They proudly showed their adornments. Gerald amazed everyone with his tale about how he saved a man's life by single-handed killing a huge anaconda. To everyone's awe, he pointed to the snake's fangs on his adornments as belonging to the very snake he killed.

Aiko and Gerald put their adornments on display in their living room. Although they didn't look like much, they had more significance to the couple than most other people would ever know.

Coming next in Chapter 17 Morphing Marriages: The couples begin to collectivize their marriages.



A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 17



Chapter 17 Morphing Marriages

After Aiko and Gerald's adventure in Peru, the four swinging couples agreed to meet at Wei-ling and Bill's home. When they arrived, they were surprised to discover that Dion and Tiana, a black couple from the Buffalo swinging, had arrived on the previous day.

Bill introduced the Buffalo couple. They already knew Aiko and Gerald because they had swung with them when the came to Buffalo (see Chapter 9 - Pimanko). They also knew of Wei-ling and Bill because they had swung with Sarah and Malcolm.

Next, Bill introduced Tiana and Dion to Binal and Rajiv.

"Pleased to meet you," Dion said politely.

Tiana was less reserved. She pecked Binal on the cheek and deep-kissed a surprised Rajiv.

"Don't be in such a hurry, Tiana," Dion advised her. "There's still plenty of time."

Finally Bill introduced the Buffalo couple to Emma and Norman. They got the same treatment from Tiana as did Binal and Rajiv.

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you about them ahead of time," Bill apologized. "Wei-ling and I decided to turn it into a surprise. Anyway, as you know, our two groups have a standing agreement to invite each other's couples when and where the opportunity arises. Since New Year's Eve, no opportunities have arisen for an exchange of partners between the two groups. Until now, that is."

"And you two didn't waste your chance to swing with them last night," Emma pointed out. "Right?"

"Right, it was our first time we've with them," Bill conceded.

Wei-ling smiled. "Yes, the four of us had an enjoyable evening," she admitted.

Wei-ling knew her close friend well enough to realize her bluntness was not a sign of jealousy or irritation, but rather an opportunity for her to tease her friends. "That's okay," Emma said. "it means you have to share them with us now."

Bill laughed. "You better get used to Emma's frankness," Bill told the black couple. "But before Emma gets all excited, we agreed to let Aiko and Gerald tell us about their adventures in Peru. He keeps hinting at things he can only tell us and not anybody else. It probably has something to do with sex," he concluded. "I really want to hear the story.

Everyone nodded agreement.

The four couples had already heard about what happened in a general way; namely, they were lost in the Amazonian jungle where they spent a week with a remote tribe. They also learned Gerald had saved an indigenous man's life. But this knowledge, Aiko and Gerald shared with everyone.

To their swinging friends, Aiko and Gerald had hinted at adventures they could never tell their family, regular friends or colleagues. There was much more to the story. Their swinging friends were unable to persuade either Gerald or Aiko to tell more. The recently returned couple insisted they would only tell them the whole story once all four couples got together.

As Gerald explained to their friends, "Why should we say the same story three times when we can do it once?" Besides," Gerald hinted, "what happened to them was very exciting. If you know what I mean," he added knowingly.

Their six friends were intrigued and agreed to meet as a full group at the earliest opportunity, which turned out to be two weeks after their return from Peru. As usual, when all four couples came, they agreed to meet at Wei-ling and Bill's home, the only house among the four couples that could accommodate them comfortably. Now, they were all together, plus one couple from Buffalo.

Aiko and Gerald related an entire unexpurgated version of what actually happened to them during their week in the Amazonian jungle among uncontacted people. Of course, their swinging friends were particularly interested in learning about the clan's custom of sharing mates, a custom the adventurous couple likened to a form of group marriage.

"Within the clan, sexual exclusivity was seen as a form of selfishness," said at one point.

"So they had to share each other?" Emma interjected.

"No, they didn't have to," Gerald replied. "Like us, they wanted to share. We noticed that individual men and women had their preferences for each other, which looked to us like real love. Such couples stayed near each other most of the time and often spent the night together. Their society recognizes the love one individual might have for another. The clan considers such emotional attachments as perfectly normal as long as their special relationship didn't excluded to others sexually."

"That didn't cause problems?" Emma asked.

"Emma, they're a lot like us. We love the spouse we're married to but we still share sex as a group," Gerald explained. "It's no different in the clan. For example, I am very fond of every woman here, and I really enjoy having sex with you, but I still love Aiko above all women by a long shot. I'm sure it's the same for you in relation to your own spouse, right?"

"A point wll taken," Emma conceded. "It's true. I wouldn't trade Norman in for anyone else."

"I'm relieved to hear that," Norman grumbled good-naturedly.

"Oh, there's one more point about their attitude toward sex," Gerald said. Their sexual generosity extends to their guests as Aiko can testify." The Gerald laughed. "After they were finished with her, Aiko walked around as if her legs were made of rubber."

"They?" Emma asked.

"Two of them," Aiko replied.

"How? Please do tell."

Aiko blushed. "One took me in the usual place; the other took me in a less usual nearby place."

"You mean you got boffed in your pussy and in you ass at the same time!" Emma exclaimed.

Aiko turned a deeper red. "Yes."

"Aiko was being a proper hostess," Dion remarked drily. "Guests should be very well treated."

The other couples laughed. They fully understood Dion's insinuation, for he and Tiana were their guests.

"What Gerald says is true," Aiko added. "They really aren't much different from us. What Gerald and I have is very special. We love each other so much. But we're humans and humans are sexual creatures. We are biologically inclined to be polyamorous."

"You guys have thought a lot about this, haven't you?" Wei-ling observed.

"We have," Aiko replied. "In the real world you can have love without sex, and sex without love. But the two combine only when I'm in Gerald's arms. That's why he's so special."

"That makes sense," Rajiv said after a pause. "In the past, I felt guilty about being attracted to other women, but not now. I can find other women sexually attractive but love only as my own wife."

Binal smiled. "Thanks for telling us what you think," Binal said, addreesssing Aiko and Gerald. I used to think if I truly loved Rajiv, I shouldn't be attracted to other men." Binal looked lovingly into Rajiv's eyes. "Thank you, sweetheart, for what you just said." She kissed lovingly him on the lips.

"You'll always be my number one, Binal," Rajiv assured his wife. "And I think it's pretty clear that the person we live with is still number one in each of our lives."

* * *

After a few moments of silence, the talk among the four couples took a very different direction. Usually, if something had to be discussed, Bill, the swinging group's unofficial leader, took the initiative. This time, however, Gerald took the initiative.

"As I told you guys already, when it comes to sex, our attitudes have a lot in common with the clan's people. They have social sex, and in our own modest way, so do we, and our friends in Buffalo. What they don't have is a cultural contract that obliges a man and a woman to have sex only with each other. In our society, marriage signifies not only a compatible loving couple's intention to stay together for the long haul but also is supposed preclude sex with others. In the clansmen's society, you may have your special partner but sex with others is allowed and expected."

"You're saying our swinging group is like a clan," Bill interjected.

"Yes," Gerald agreed, "our marriages signal we have a favourite primary partner but being members of this swinging group allows us to have sex with others other than our own spouse."

"Gerald, you're doing a lot of philosophizing. I can't help but think," Bill remarked perceptively, "you're leading up to something."

"You're right Bill," Gerald agreed. "Bear with me just a little longer."

The ever-impatient Emma jumped in. "Then get on with it. This is interesting."

"The truth is," Gerald continued, "we're still bound by our society's marriage rules."

"How so?" asked Bill.

"For starters, we don't live together like our indigenous hosts do."

"Well, it would look kind of strange if we all bought a four-bedroom house and then all moved in," Bill observed. "It's an arrangement that would raise a lot eyebrows in our community."

"True," Gerald agreed. "Besides, I don't see how we could be comfortable if we went in that direction. "It would be too crowded. We're too used to having our own personal space. Frankly, there are times when I want to enjoy my true love's company all to myself."

"You're so sweet," Emma commented. "Isn't he sweet?" she asked her husband.

Norman rolled his eyes. "Sure, he's sweet."

"There's also another difference between us and the clan," Gerald continued."

"Which is?" Bill urged.

"When we agree to exchange spouses, we always make the decision as a couple. So when we invite each other to each other's homes, we always come as a couple. Am I correct?"

"You are," Bill agreed. He looked at him curiously. "And...," he urged.

"The clansmen have a different type of group marriage," Gerald explained. "All the women are wives to all the men and all the men are husbands to all the women. A man needs only the woman's permission, not the man's. It all depends on her mood. The same rule applies to a woman. She doesn't need to ask her favourite partner for permission to have sex with another man, nor does she have to ask her lover-to-be's favourite partner if it's okay to for her to have sex with him. It's a society with little or no jealousy."

"What are you driving at?" Bill's brows furrowed.

"I'm wondering if we couldn't do something similar," Gerald declared.

"You mean," Emma said, "if you wanted to have sex with me, you would just show up?"

"No," Gerald laughed. "Not quite like that. Obviously, this kind of thing is subject to limitations. As I already said, we live in separate households; we're not even next-door neighbours. I wouldn't feel right to make a date with you without Norman's consent. What I really mean is we should be open-minded to circumstances that might arise where one of us might arrange a liaison without requiring specific agreement from out spouse."

"What do you mean? I don't understand," interjected Norman.

"Let me illustrate what I mean in the form of a realistic but as yet hypothetical situation," Gerald said. "Let's say I have to go on a business trip to for a couple of weeks, leaving Aiko behind alone. In such a case, I would have no objection, if one of you guys invited her to enjoy your company, or if she invited you to enjoy hers. Of course, you'd still need your own wife's agreement."

"In short," Wei-ling said, "when he's away, he's allowing his wife to have sex with any of you guys without having to ask him first and provided the relevant wife doesn't object. Right?"

"Exactly, Wei-ling, that sums it up very nicely," Gerald agreed. "It's a way of ensuring a spouse who is alone isn't lonely."

"Of course, you're referring to sex," Bill said.

"Of course," Gerald confirmed.

"I'm in," Bill proclaimed, "provided Wei-ling agrees. "We know each other very intimately. What you suggest is a logical extension of our spouse swapping. Keep in mind, though, this kind of spouse sharing leads either to a threesome or to a spouse absenting themselves in favour of the visitor."

"We just play it be ear," Wei-ling said. "I'm in too," she said signalling her agreement with her husband.

"For the record, I'm in too," Aiko added.

Emma and Norman agreed as well.

The three couples turned to Binal and Rajiv. They were the shiest of the four couples in the group. They waited while the Indian couple exchanged a brief conversation in Marathi.

"We're ready to take this step too," Rajiv announced.

"You guys sure are an interesting group," Tiana confessed. "You've given us some really good ideas to take back to our own group."

With that, the talk ended and the swinging party began.

* * *

"How are we going to work this out," Norman asked. "You know, who goes with whom."

Aiko suggested a simple two-stage solution. "Firstly, we should really introduce Tiana and Dion to the couples they've only just met. Since Bill and Wei-ling had their fun with our guests yesterday and Gerald and I partied with them on New Year's Eve, I propose we flip a coin to decide whether Tiana ends up with Norman or Rajiv, and Dion with Emma or Binal. To be sure, there'll be no losers."

Everyone agreed.

"Heads is Norman; tails is Rajiv," Aiko said as she flipped the coin. It was heads.

"Come here big boy," Tiana called. Sit beside me." She shoved her husband off his seat beside her to make room for the big hairy white man.

"When you've worn him out," Aiko smirked, "you can take on Rajiv afterwards."

Tiana met the challenge. "Honey, I can wear them all out!"

Everyone tittered and chuckled.

Aiko flipped the coin again. "Heads, Dion gets Emma; tails he gets Binal." She caught it, and then opened her hand. "Dion, Binal is yours."

Seeing Dion approach, Rajiv kissed his wife, and then took the seat Norman had vacated beside Emma.

"As we like to make sure our guests are properly initiated, Dion can take Emma as his second lover," Aiko proclaimed, and then teasingly added, "assuming he's capable of it."

"You know I am!" Dion laughed.

"The rest of us will decide who partners with whom by just drawing cards," Aiko suggested. She pulled out a deck of cards. "The girl with the highest card goes with the guy with the highest number, the same for the girl and guy with the middle numbers and the girl and guy with the lowest numbers."

Gerald and Wei-ling drew the highest numbers. Gerald was pleased with the result. He enjoyed her relaxed personality and the warmth and luscious softness of her body. She was quiet but passionate.

Aiko drew Bill. He was her first ever extra-marital lover. She and Gerald met him and his Chinese wife, Wei-ling, and the couple's long-time friends, Emma and Norman, on a cruise ship (see Chapter 4). Bill also introduced Aiko to her to first anal experience (see Chapter 7). This chance meeting with the two swinging couples had solved t\Aiko and Gerald's problem of how to get into the swinging life.

Emma and Rajiv drew the lowest cards. They were to entertain each other while their spouses entertained Tiana and Dion.

Aiko, who was in a mischievous mood. "Get in some practice because later it'll be your turn to entertain our guests," she told Emma and Rajiv.

Emma looked questioningly at Gerald. Aiko's unsolicited initiative caught her and the others in the swinging group off-guard. They knew Aiko as a person who enjoyed letting others take the initiative, preferring instead to submit to their lusts. In short, Aiko taking charge of the situation seemed a little out of character.

Gerald knew what they were thinking. He just smiled. He wasn't surprised. Aiko changed during their weeklong adventure deep in the Amazonian jungle. He remembered Pedro's reluctance to have sex with her even though, as far as the clan was concerned, she was a wife to all the men in the village including Pedro. Nevertheless, he was still treating her as a female tourist, who also happened to be accompanied by her husband. Pedro was even more uncomfortable with the fact that Gerald knew of his desire for Aiko.

So Aiko made the first and very obvious move, something she had never done before. She took him by the hand, led him to her hut, stood stark naked in front of him and then had sex with him. Her time among the women of the clan taught her that women had as much right to pick their sexual partner as men.

'Women probably even had more right to choose then men,' Gerald thought, 'because they're the ones who have to bear the children, and carry the biggest burden, even all of it in some cases, for the care and rearing of their offspring.'

Yes, Aiko could take the sexual initiative but Gerald also believed she still preferred to let a man take control and have their way with her. She submitted herself willingly to the clansmen's two guests; it was night of her first double penetration.

* * *

The couples headed for the rec room, which Bill and Wei-ling had prepared a couple of days ago in anticipation of the forthcoming orgy. Five twin-sized mattresses were distributed throughout the floor. Bill and Wei-ling not only had the largest house among the swinging couples, but also, of course, the largest rec room.

Gerald led Wei-ling to the farthest mattress against the back wall. Bill and Aiko took the mattress next to them. Binal and Dion took the middle mattress. Next to them were Emma and Rajiv. Tiana and Norman took the last one located against opposite wall.

Gerald and Wei-ling got down on their knees facing each other. They kissed tenderly at first while he let his hands travel down her back to her bottom. He enjoyed her soft Asian lusciousness. Her maturity actually enhanced her sexual attractiveness. Like Aiko, Wei-ling had been thin as a young adult, but had become plusher with age. Angles turned into soft erotic curves.

For a few minutes their embraces became tighter and warmer, their kisses deeper and more passionate. Gerald moved his hands to her hips. Followed their contours, he let his hands flow down the outside of her thighs until they reached her knees. He placed them inside of her thighs. Caressed her soft satiny skin of her inner thighs, he slowly made his way up to her hairy delta. He brushed his fingers through her pubic hair but avoided touching her genitals. His goal was to tease her with the promise of more to come. Wei-ling sighed to his touch. She trembled in his arms.

Of course, it was no one-way street. The Chinese woman's warm, soft embrace caused Gerald's body to react too. She excited him. His cock started to inflate.

As he was kissing her, Wei-ling smiled. Gerald was all-man; it didn't take much for him to prove his sexual interest in her. She felt his baton swell some more against her body.

Gerald nuzzled her neck, licking and lightly nipping her, tonguing her, to enjoy her flavour. With his nose on her neck near her ear, he took in her scent. He kissed around her ear and light took her earlobe between his teeth.

Wei-ling appealed all five of Gerald's senses.

Wei-ling shuddered again. His enjoyment of her was itself a turn-on.

Gerald took hold of her right breast. With three fingers he lightly grasped her nipple and gently tugged it. Her nipples hardened. When his mouth left her neck, it beelined straight to her left breast where he began to suckle. It too hardened. Then he switched breasts, tugging at her left nipple while suckling on her right breast.

But Wei-ling had her sweet revenge. She put her hand around his cock and started to stroke up and down its entire length. Gerald let out a moan as her other hand cupped his balls and massaged them. This time it was Gerald's turn to shudder. Wei-ling's fondling of his treasury sent a bolt through his body. His cock was now completely and proudly erect. Gerald's hot hardness was wracked by a spasmed as she held onto it in her hot little hand. Her skilful two-handed ministrations drove him toward greater sexual urgency.

He removed her hands. "You're one very sexy kitten," he told her, "and a great lover. In fact you're too good. You'll make me cum too soon if I let you continue."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," Wei-ling said. "Can I ask you a question?"




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Gerald stopped licking her. "Sure."

"I don't think I've ever given you a blowjob? Isn't that right?"

Gerald thought back about their previous sessions. "We've done the 69-position. I even brought you to a climax.

"But you stopped me from returning the favour," she pointed out.

"I remember. "I told you I wanted to come inside you."

"But there's more to it, right?" Wei-ling surmised.

"Yeah, mostly it wasn't my thing at the time. I saw it as male selfishness with no real benefit to the woman. I also really did, and do, prefer having vaginal sex with a woman, and blasting off to heaven inside her and with her. I didn't like the idea of waste my limited male stamina on something that offered almost nothing to you or to any other woman for that matter."

"Gerald, when we do the 69-position, you make me cum with your mouth while you withdrew from my mouth. It makes me feel bad! I want to do the 69-position again," she insisted, "but this time we cum together in each other's mouths. I want to taste your seed. Please," she pleaded, "I want this."

"But I want to save something for later," he said.

"Lover boy, I know you. You'll have plenty to spare for later." Then she pushed Gerald down. "Lie on your back," she ordered.

Gerald obliged her. He saw a smooth silky white thigh fly over his face. Wei-ling's pussy, framed by gorgeous thighs, was staring him the face. He accepted her open invitation. He grabbed her womanly hips and tugged her down, making sure her moistening pussy aligned with his hungry mouth. As her pussy approached, the scent of her sexual juices wafted toward him, its fragrance seemingly sending yet a bolt through his body that made his cock twitch.

Wei-ling had her hand on his staff member. Just as her female flower fluttered to his mouth, his rock-hard cock entered hers.

Gerald licked up and down her beautiful labia, paying special attention to her delicate erotic bud. To sight, touch and scent, he added taste. He stuck his tongue into the hot wet hole between her swollen labia.

The last sense to come into play was the sense of hearing. Sighs of heavy breathing, moans and groans of sensual pleasure, the slurping sounds of male mouth on and in her swollen pussy, the hum of a female mouth slipping and sliding on and over his rock-hard cock seemed to grow louder.

All five senses were now fully activated in the two lovers. They lost all sense of the sexual activity going on around them. They were the only two people in their sexual world.

Suddenly, Wei-ling convulsed in orgasm. She spilled the wet contents of her vagina onto Gerald's mouth and face. He relished her tasty nectar in his mouth. At the same time, Wei-ling took his entire aching, twitching cock down her throat. She suctioned it. It was too much for Gerald; he blasted his load semen down Wei-ling's throat. And she was swallowing it!

Exhausted the lovers lay where they were, in the 69-position with Wei-ling on top, both mouths full of the other's sexual juices.

After a few seconds, Wei-ling rolled off Gerald. "Wow, that was great!" although it looked like she was talking to his deflating penis. "I knew it would be even better if you came too," she added.

"You got that right, you sweet, sweet thing," Gerald said in satisfaction.

* * *

While Wei-ling and Gerald were pre-occupied with each other, Aiko and Bill were building up their own tempo. At first they followed a pattern similar to their sexually entwined spouses. For a while, the two were involved in their own lovemaking in the 69-position.

But Aiko was curious to see how Dion was getting along with Binal, Binal, after all, was the shiest person in their swinging group. Aiko found her sitting astride Dion, facing him, but he had not penetrated her. Clearly Dion was taking his time with her. No doubt Bill or Wei-ling had tipped him off about Binal's shyness.

Aiko lifted her head, disengaging herself from Bill's penis. She wanted to listen to what they were saying.

"Have you ever had sex with a black man?" Dion asked.

"No," Binal replied.

"Does the idea of a black man taking you for the first time give you an extra thrill?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied shyly.

"And what about the fact you've just met me?"

"It's like having sex with a stranger, only you're not a total stranger."

"Does it make you feel a little wicked?" he asked.

Binal smirked. "Yes, it does."

Meanwhile, Bill had noticed that Aiko's warm mouth had disappeared from around his cock. The ambient air felt downright chilly in comparison to her hot wet mouth.

"Hmm?" Bill groaned questioningly although he didn't stop slurping between her legs.

Aiko heard Bill's objection. "I want to watch Dion and Binal for a moment," she informed him.

"No," Bill said.

"No?" she questioned.

"Not until I taste your sweet wetness in my mouth.

Aiko looked back again at the other couple. Dion was fondling Binal everywhere his hands could reach. Sometimes he pulled her head down so that he could kiss her. She saw him poke Binal's labia with his black mamba, but otherwise deliberately avoided caressing her love box. His aim was obvious. He was teasing her, working her into such a state of heightened horniness to the point where her body would take over, making her forget her nervousness about having sex with the black stranger from Buffalo.

Aiko decided there was still time to watch the show later. Bill's skilful slurping of her pussy was too good, too enjoyable. She needed to satiate her own sexual hunger. She turned away from watching the other lovers to focus on satisfying her own immediate needs. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the beautiful sensations the mouth gobbling her pussy was giving her.

Aiko's pussy became wetter and wetter while Bill did everything in his considerable power to bring her to a peak, and then he pushed her over the edge.

Suddenly, Aiko's orgasm burst forth unannounced. "Oh yes!" she howled her ecstasy as spasm rocked her body and her female moisture spewed into Bill's willing mouth.

"Sit on my lap," Bill demanded. "Put my cock in your pussy. I'm almost ready too."

"No," she said, surprising Bill, for Aiko rarely said no to an opportunity of having a man's eager erection buried deep inside her.

"Stay where you are," she told him. "I want to blow you."

"You do?" he asked in surprise. "I thought you didn't like that sort of thing." It was one of the few sex acts Aiko avoided.

"That's true, as a general rule," she agreed, "but I'm going to make an exception this time."

"May I ask why?" Bill was curious.

Aiko looked little embarrassed. "I want to sit on Dion's face. It would be rude to fill myself with your cum and then sit on his face. I don't think Dion would take very kindly to that. Most men wouldn't. At the same time, I don't want to leave you hanging. So the best solution is for me is to give you a blowjob, and then let him him lap my wet pussy until I get another orgasm. That should make you both happy, right?"

Bill laughed. "I've always wanted you to blow me, so I'm not going to waste my chance."

As soon as Bill these words, Aiko went down on Bill, swallowing his cock as far as she could take it. She used one hand to roll his balls and the other on her clitoris to keep herself close to her peak. She went up and down his cock, stroking it with her lips and sucking on it at the same time.

For Bill, it was like he was in her pussy, except that he wasn't. He became excited very quickly. The very thought she was letting him go all the way in her mouth was almost too much for him to bear. "I'm close," he groaned.

"Then do it," she demanded. "Feed your seed to me, now. Let me taste it."

Aiko's words pushed Bill over the edge. Out gushed a huge quantity of sperm. Spurt after spurt flowed into Aiko's mouth. Even as he was emptying himself, Bill realized with amazement that she swallowing a large portion of his viscous male fluid. That knowledge sent him even higher into delirious orbit.

"You are full of surprises, Aiko," Bill said, once he recovered enough to say something.

Aiko smiled. She crawled over his body to give him a kiss on the cheek. Bill could smell his semen on her mouth. Several gobs dribbled down her chin. Aiko must have sensed the drops on her chin because she quickly reached for a tissue and wiped them away. 

While Bill was recovering from his sexual high, Aiko returned her attention to Dion and Binal. She noticed Binal seemed ready to take Dion's cock. Aiko concluded either her latest around of lovemaking with Bill had taken much longer than she had thought or Dion had made more rapid progress with Binal than expected.

Whatever the case, Dion was still lying on his back. He was holding onto his hard rod while Binal, still straddling him, moved herself down his torso. When she felt Dion's cock touch her behind, she lifted her bum, reached between her legs, took hold of his stiff cock, pointed it at her vaginal hold, and then slowly sank down onto it, taking it all into golden body.

Aiko saw Binal sigh as the sensation of the black man's manhood filled her wet canal. Then she sat straight up, riding up and down his hard stiffness.

"Ah, oh, Binal groaned repeatedly.

Dion was even more vocal. "Oh man, you sweet piece of milk chocolate, you desi darling."

Binal interpreted his verbal utterances to mean he was getting close to blasting off. But she herself wasn't ready. So Binal decided she would ride up and down his eager maleness very slowly.

'She may be shy," Aiko thought, 'but horny women aren't shy for long. She knows what she wants and she intends to get it.'

The two women's eyes met. Binal noticed Bill was through, at least for the moment. She could tell from the glint in Aiko's eyes, that her Japanese friend was eager for more male delights."

A brief unspoken communication seemed to take place between the two women.

"Rest a few moments," Aiko suggested to Bill. "Watch the show."

Aiko disengaged from Bill, cleaned off the excess juices dripping from the mouth of her womb, none of which had a male source, and then crawled over to the mattress hosting Dion and Binal

"Hey, remember me? Aiko asked smiling,

"Yeah, damn right I do," he replied.

"Do you like to eat Asian?" she asked.

Dion looked at her questioningly, and then smiled when it dawned on him what she meant.

"Here comes dinner," she smirked.

Aiko straddled herself over Dion's face. She laughed at his surprise as put her soaking wet pussy on his mouth."

"See if you make us both cum at the same time," she challenged.

Dion accepted the challenge. Instead of letting Binal set the pace, he started to heave his hips into the Indian woman, doing his damnedest to impale his black column as deep into her interior as he could. At the same time, he avidly sucked and licked Aiko's pussy causing her to gasp in pleasure.

Aiko had only partly come down from the peak Bill had brought her to only a few minutes ago. She could feel herself rising to the occasion.

After another minutes, Aiko announced, "I'm ready. Here comes dinner! Eat me! Drink me dry, you glutton!" she bellowed.

"Oh, yes, I'm ready too!" Binal announced from behind Aiko. She heaved her hips against Dion in unison with his thrusts into her. Dion was next to achieve a glorious orgasm.

Binal followed him almost immediately. She bucked on Dion as if she were riding a bronco. "Fill me up!" she screamed followed by babble in a language Aiko assumed was Marathi, her native language.

Coming in Chapter 18 Takeshi: Emma becomes a sumo wrestler's prize.



A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 18



18 Takeshi

The telephone rang. Aiko picked it up. It was Norman.

"What's up, Norman? she asked.

"Not the usual thing," he said. His innuendo was obvious.

Aiko laughed.

"We're going to Japan in a couple of months," Norman said.

"Really? Good for you two. Why now? You've never hinted at wanting to visit Japan before?" she observed.

"It's not me; it's the school board. It wants to send me to attend a four-day educational conference," Norman explained. "So we're planning to take advantage of the airline ticket to spend a extra week in Japan before the conference starts."

"That's a smart idea," Aiko remarked.

Then Norman came to the main point of his call. "Because you know the language, we thought maybe you and Gerald might want to come with us. It would be fun to go with good friends, especially when one of them, you of course, knows the language and culture."

"It's not a bad idea," Aiko mused, "but..."

Aiko was interrupted by what she heard at the other end of the phone.

"Let me talk to her," she heard little Emma tell her huge husband.

Aiko heard noises indicating that the phone had switched hands.

"Please come, Aiko! Please, please come!" Emma pleaded. It would be so much if you were there, especially while my oaf of a husband is hobnobbing with or lecturing his fellow educators."

"But you're an educator too!" Aiko protested.

"True, but I'm not a delegate. If I want to go to Japan, I have to pay my own way. The school board only covers Norman's conference expenses including his airfare, five nights at the hotel, and all meals."

Aiko knew that perky Emma had a very excitable, and exciting, personality.

"It would be so much fun," Emma continued to babble. We can shop, and take tours and so much more while he's stuck in that boring conference. Please come Aiko. Please come."

"I'll have to talk to Gerald," Aiko informed her. "I don't know what his commitments are. I'm not even sure if he'd be in the mood to travel after our unusual adventure in Peru."

"Please try," Emma pleaded.

Aiko heard Norman muttering in the background that she shouldn't be imposing herself on their friends.

Apparently Norman made an unsuccessful grab for the phone.

"Never you mind, Norman. I'll do the talking."

When she heard Emma on the phone, she asked her next question. "Where exactly is the conference?"

Aiko heard Emma ask Norman the same question."

"Tokyo," she heard him reply.

"Tokyo," Emma repeated into the phone unnecessarily.

"I've got relatives there," Aiko stated. "Gerald and I could probably stay with them, but you understand we'll have an obligation to spend some time with them."

"No problem, Emma said.

"Let me get back to you," Aiko promised. "I have to talk to Gerald and check our schedules. It might be a few days before I have an answer."

"Just come. Please come," Emma pleaded once again.

* * *

A couple of weeks later, Aiko and Gerald invited Emma and Norman to spend the weekend with them.

They spent Saturday afternoon doing the usual barbecue thing and talking about the usual subjects. The men were engrossed in their own conversation when Aiko took Emma aside.

"Have you guys decided to come with us to Japan?" she asked excitedly.

"We'd like to," Aiko told her, "but Gerald can't get away from work. He's in the middle of a major project, which in all probability will keep him occupied well beyond the time of Norman's conference. And to be honest, he's not really in the mood to travel even if he had the free time."

Emma looked extremely disappointed. She pouted.

Aiko laughed. "It's not a totally lost cause," Aiko announced. "Gerald has no objection to me going with you two. I can get time off from work," Aiko added, "and I can avoid some costs by staying with relatives."

"Oh great!" Emma shrieked loudly enough to cause the men to stop their dialogue and look their way. "Aiko is coming to Japan with us," Emma announced loudly to her husband.

"I know," Norman said, "Gerald just told me.

"Really? Oh this is so great!"

"Be forewarned, though," Norman continued, "during the conference I may be far too busy to pay attention to either of you. So I suggest you think about what you might do while I'm busy hobnobbing with my colleagues."

"You remember that discussion we had about what might be allowed if a married couple is separated for a while?" Gerald asked, grabbing the other three's attention. "You know, the one allowing a spouse to make his or her own decision when they have to be apart for a while?"

"Yeah," said Norman.

"Well, this trip is an occasion where this rule could apply. While you're in Japan, Aiko can make her own decisions without asking me first. She can entertain you, Gerald winked at this point, "provided Emma is okay with such an arrangement."

"I'm okay with that," Emma responded. "I don't mind sharing my husband with her. It's only fair. She's the one doing the work to show us around. We have to keep her happy too," she said smiling.

* * *

There was a 10-hour difference between Japan time and Eastern Standard Time back home. It took Aiko, Emma and Norman almost three days to get over their jet lag. Still, they did a lot of sightseeing in the Tokyo area, including a side trip to Mount Fuji. Being active facilitated their adjustment to the time change.

Meanwhile, Aiko put some thought into what might interest her friends, something outside of the usual tourist sites. She proposed renting a car and driving north to an area known for its hot springs.

Norman, however, wasn't too thrilled with the idea; it wasn't his thing. Emma, on the other hand, was all for Aiko's idea and pushed hard for it.

Norman still refused. Since he was the kind of guy who was indulgent to his wife, he acceded, at least partially, to his wee wife's wishes. The gentle giant suggested a compromise: they go without him to the hot springs for a few days while he was attending the conference.

"Between the conference and the various informal meetings and get-togethers," Norman explained, I suspect I'm going to be so busy that the only break I'll get is when I'm asleep."

The two women readily agreed although they were disappointed to lose their lover for a few days.

Aiko made reservations at a spa several hours north of Tokyo. While Norman's suggestion solved the problem of what the women would do while he was in conference, there was still three more days and nights to kill before the start of the conference.

Aiko had an obligation to visit her relatives. She called them. When her relatives learned about her friends, they invited Emma and Norman as well. Curious to meet some of Aiko's family, Emma and Norman accepted the invitations.

There was still one free evening to fill.

"Let's go to a Japanese swingers' club," Emma suggested out of the blue, "if there is such a thing in this country. I'm curious to see what it's like. Aren't you?"

"I'm sure there is such a thing in Japan," Aiko advised her.

"I guess," Norman replied sounding reluctant. "Emma, we don't know any Japanese, and I don't like the idea of making Aiko work as our interpreter and translator when she should be relaxing."

"Ah, come on Norman," Emma countered. "Don't be such a downer. You're going to be pretty busy next week. You'd better enjoy yourself while you can. There's no harm in looking, you know."

"Voyeur," he shot back with a grin. "But what Aiko wants is what counts here," Norman reminded his wife.

"Sorry," Emma apologized, "of course you're right."

"It's okay, Norman," Aiko assured him. "It's actually not a bad idea. I'm curious to see what a Japanese swingers' club is like too. I'll check the Internet to see what's out there."

After about an hour, Aiko announced she found a swinger's club, which had also organized an exhibition sumo wrestling event featuring two well-know Japanese wrestlers. "There was a short blurb about this event but I didn't understand some of the logographs in it. Although I speak Japanese reasonably well, I've had little practice with the written language."

"Please, let's go," Emma urged her husband.

"I've always wanted to watch a sumo wrestling match," Norman mused.

Emma jumped in. "Norman was an Olympic style wrestler when he was in high school. Although he gave it up when he went to university, he never lost interest in the sport."

Although Norman knew nothing about sumo wrestling, other than that it was ritualistic and performed by grossly large men, as a person who still loved the sport of wrestling, he was still interested in watching it, especially live.

He was silent for a moment. "Okay, let's go. It will be a treat to see two big over-muscled fat guys duke it out."

There adventure began that very evening.

* * *

Aiko arranged for a taxi to pick them up. She directed the driver to take them to a shopping mall about two blocks from where the swingers' club was located. To protect their privacy, she didn't want the taxi driver to know their true destination.

After paying the entry fee, one of the club's proprietors informed them of the club's rules. They were roughly similar to those in swingers' clubs back home. Aiko noticed the club proprietor paid particular attention to Emma. Aiko knew why. She was a rarity, a white woman in a country where such gaijin were considered to be almost exotic and sexually alluring.

As the trio walked into the club, they found it was quite ordinary looking except that there was a wrestling mat in the middle of what otherwise was probably a dance floor. 

Emma and Norman soon discovered they were the only non-Japanese persons in the hall. Taking seats that were the furthest away from the wrestling mat did not seem to prevent Emma and Norman from sticking out like sore thumbs. Several Japanese swingers tried to speak to them. Aiko had to explain that they her friends spoke no Japanese. They asked Aiko if she realized what sort of club they were in. She replied in the affirmative, advising them they were swingers back home.

Open curiosity at the presence of gaijin, however, soon turned into acceptance of the presence of the foreigners. Swingers everywhere were, if anything else, generally very egalitarian. Still, on several occasions, the site of two gaijin in the swingers' club evoked double takes from several Japanese couples as they entered the premises.

Aiko and her two friends noticed that the wrestling ring consisted of a brown mat with a large white circle. There were no ropes like those used by professional wrestlers back home. Norman had on more than one occasion shown disdain for professional wrestling, but at the same time, he acknowledged you had to be an real athlete to be a professional wrestler in North America. What Norman disliked about professional wrestling was its fake nature. It was a form of entertainment that required the audience to suspend its credulity in order to enjoy a match whose outcome was staged and largely predetermined.

About an hour later, the announcer proclaimed in Japanese that the wrestling match was about to begin. He asked everyone to take their seats. There were about a hundred people in the room, mostly couples, although there were a few unaccompanied women as well. Single men were apparently not allowed into the club. Unaccompanied married men were allowed if their wives were active members too.

"I'm not good enough to interpret everything she says," Aiko said. "I'll just give you the essence of what he's saying," she added.

"No problem," Emma agreed.

"Right now he's reminding everybody about the rules," Aiko continued. "The winner is the wrestler who forces his opponent outside the circle or makes him touch the ground with any part of his body other than his feet."

After a few more minutes, the announcer introduced the two contestants. They stood opposite each other outside the wrestling ring.

"The bigger guy with the blue belt is called Yuudai, which means 'big hero' in Japanese," Aiko said. The guy with the red belt is Takeshi, which means 'fierce one' in Japanese."

The announcer then said something that seemed to perk Aiko's interest.

"Apparently, these guys won the most matches in a recent tournament. They've agreed to wrestle each other for a special prize."

The announcer continued his speech. Aiko's jaw dropped open. Obviously, the announcer had said something completely unexpected.

"What's going on, Aiko?" asked Emma wanting to know.

"Well, you know this is a swingers' club, right?"

"Yeah. So."

"The winner of the match gets first choice of any woman in the club as his lover. The loser doesn't real lose because he gets the second choice."

"So?" Emma said. "What do you expect? You've had some unusual swinging experiences yourself, you know."

"You don't understand," Aiko said. "Haven't you noticed that you and Norman are the only white people here? Didn't you notice how a lot of the Japanese men stared at you?"

"Yeah and..."

"Some Japanese men think white women are very exotic and sexually desirable. By Japanese standards, Emma, you're considered to be super-cute. You've got a really good chance of being selected by one those wrestlers," Aiko added teasingly.

"You mean one those massive blobs of blubber might..."

"Yes," Aiko confirmed.

"And if not by one the sumo wrestlers, then by some other man in the audience. You hardly went unnoticed," Aiko repeated. "the men paid attention," she grinned, "and so did their dicks."

"Oh," Emma said as she reddened. At the same time, she looked at her husband to see what his reaction was.

"Of course, there are quite a few beautiful women here too," Aiko added. "I'm just forewarning you of what might happen. If you want, we can leave right now," she offered.

But Emma was an adventurous type. She looked questioningly at her husband again.

"I'm not much into voyeurism," Norman declared. "Either we entertain the idea we might have sex with people we don't know, or we leave. It's your decision, Emma" Norman said. "What's it going to be?"

"We'll stay," Emma said after a few moments. She licked her lips as if her mouth were dry.

Norman and Aiko could tell she was both fearful and thrilled at the possibility of being chosen by one the huge bull-like men facing opposite each other. If one of them didn't select her, Emma chances of acquiring a Japanese lover later in the evening was astronomically high.

"I've never had sex with an Asian man before," Emma responded not quite sure why she said.

The announcer asked the two wrestlers to take their positions. The match began. Both men simultaneously touched the white ring with their fists. The match started as soon as the referee gave the signal. They grappled each other. After 30 seconds, Takeshi had managed to force Yuudai to step outside the ring. The match was over.

"That was quick," Emma remarked.

"It's very rare for a match to last more than a minute," Aiko explained.

The announcer formally declared Takeshi as the winner.

"Takeshi is going to make his choice now," Aiko whispered to her friends.

Takeshi didn't bother to scan the room. He looked straight toward where the three friends were sitting and pointed at them. He kept pointing at them as he slowly approached their table. Aiko gestured to herself as if asking Takeshi if she was the one he wanted. He shook his head in a clear 'no.' As he came closer, it became clearer he was pointing at Emma.

"It's not me he wants," Aiko said unnecessarily. "He wants you, Emma."

Aiko pointed at Emma as if to make sure.

Takeshi nodded. He wanted Emma.

Emma could hardly believe what was happening. Aiko's warning was right on the money. A mass of butterflies flew through her stomach. Her nervousness warred with her sense of adventure.

Aiko spoke to Takeshi for a minute.

"I just told him you speak no Japanese," she said.

"The two of you seemed to have said more than that," Emma observed, "or Japanese words are very long."

Aiko laughed, smiling impishly. "I told him you're hot. I told him to satisfy you because Japanese honour was at stake."

Emma blushed. "You didn't!"

"I did," Aiko replied smiling. "Male lust and national honour make for a potent mixture.

"You're wicked," Emma protested weakly as she started to rise.

"You're horny," Aiko countered. "You're already out of your seat!"

Once Emma stood beside the Japanese giant, Takeshi gestured her towards the ring. They walked side by side to the ring.

It was now Yuudai's turn to make his choice. After a few moments he too had made his choice, one of the Japanese women in the audience. He led her to the mat as well.

As the two sumo wrestlers and the women made their way to the wrestling ring, a Japanese man approach Norman with a question.

"He asked if you understood Japanese," Aiko explained. "I told him you don't. Apparently, he has a proposition."

Aiko and the man, Katsu, for that was his name, spoke to each other for a couple of minutes.

Aiko turned to Norman. "He's offering you his wife but he wants to watch. He's always fantasized about a big hairy white man taking his little wife."

"And what does the wife think?" Norman asked.

Aiko questioned Katsu's wife. She was very shy.

"She wants to as well," Aiko replied. "She admits to having the same fantasy. They've talked about such an arrangement but never thought they'd ever have the opportunity to actually do it."

"What about you?" Norman asked.

"Don't worry about me," she replied. "I'll be around. We'll see what happens."

"What's the woman's name?" Norman asked.

Aiko asked the woman. "Her name is Kasumi," she told Norman.

* * *

Meanwhile, the two sumo wrestlers led Emma and the other woman to the wrestling ring. Yuudai and his female partner, sat down outside the circle facing the audience while Takeshi led Emma to a position just outside the white circle. He took a position opposite her, as if in preparation for a match.

Takeshi gestured to her in a way that left no doubt in Emma's mind to strip. As Emma removed her clothing, Takeshi shed his meagre wrestling garment.

Aiko soon forgot about Norman, Kasumi and Katsu. She, like almost everyone else in the room, watched and waited expectantly to see what was about to unfold on the mat.

Aiko noticed Emma blush as she removed her clothing. After all, she was, temporarily at least, the only naked woman in the hall. Despite her experience in open swinging Emma wasn't used to being on display in front of so many people. All but two of them were complete strangers. Still, Emma was no prude either.

Takeshi stared lewdly at Emma. He was huge, massive in fact. The contrast between her petite figure and his enormous almost gelatinous mass was even greater than that between her and her husband. He removed what little he had in the way of clothing. His very stiff erection was barely visible underneath the huge folds of jiggling, quivering flesh.

Aiko wondered how such a man could move at all let alone wrestle for a minute. Despite his many fleshy folds, she knew he had to be very strong and probably very vigorous too. She wondered how a man of his enormous size could have sex with a woman as tiny as Emma. She was about to find out.

Takeshi gestured with his fingers indicating to Emma to enter the ring. As she crossed the white circle, Takeshi did the same.

For a moment, Aiko thought he intended to wrestle her as if she were another opponent. But any similarity with Takeshi's match against Yuudai dissipated very quickly.

Takeshi took hold of Emma's waist, lifted her up as if she were a rag doll, inverted her, drew her up so that her pussy was directly in front of his mouth and then hungrily went to work on her fleshy female folds, seemingly trying to take everything she had between her legs into his mouth.




A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 18



Surprised, Emma struggled for a moment, then relaxed when she realized that his huge, extremely strong man, could hold her in an upside-down very easily for a very long time if he wanted to.

The crowd cheered.

Takeshi suctioned her pussy. He seemed to munch and chew on her tasty treat. He sucked and licked around her inner and outer labia and her clitoris. His hot tongue teased all parts of her Venusian delights. Every so often he used his tongue to penetrate her vaginal opening.

Emma felt the blood rush to her head. As much as she enjoyed his vigorous erotic assault, she started to become uncomfortable being held upside-down. Takeshi seemed to understand her discomfort. Still holding onto her, he lay on his back at the centre of the mat. His head, and Emma's delicious behind, pointed toward the audience.

Clearly, Takeshi wanted the men in the audience to envy him for winning the gaijin female as his prize. No doubt too, he wanted the women in the audience to envy Emma for being the object of his undoubted vigour.

The crowd cheered again, the men especially. Aiko could tell they wished they were the ones enjoying Emma's delights. The women paid rapt attention too. They wished they were in Emma's place.

Emma still seemed to struggle. This time, though, her squirming was a result of the pleasure derived from Takeshi lingual ardour. He lapped and nibbled the entire area from the middle of her perineum to just above the clitoris. He paid special attention to her erotic bud.

Emma's her own sexual juices began to flow freely. She wanted more; she wanted him to stick his tongue into her. Emma pushed back against his mouth to signal her own desire to him. She felt a movement on Takeshi face that told her he was probably smiling. He said something but of course she couldn't understand, at least not at first.

This time, Takeshi stuck his long tongue deeper into her fragrant furnace. He had understood what she wanted! Nonetheless, his action startled Emma. She had never had a man's tongue go quite so deep into her as this man's. She shuddered at the sensation of having a warm-blooded lingual snake explore her welcoming cavern.

Once in a while, Takeshi withdrew his tongue to eat the hairy pie between her legs. Sometimes he licked her labia. Sometimes he sucked on her clitoris. Sometimes he mouthed her entire hairy mound as if he were trying to swallow it. It seemed as if his goal was to extract every single drop of her female nectar straight from the source and then consume it.

Emma sighed with pleasure. She forgot about the swingers who were watching them. She was in her own erotic world. Then she remembered she should reciprocate orally too. She reached for his cock and found it; it was hard, and it was hot. She tried to put it in her mouth but was suddenly reminded that she was too short. He would have to stop doing cunnilingus on her if he wanted her to do fellatio on him!

Takeshi did not let her go. He enjoyed her exotic taste and wasn't about to let go. Emma quickly gave up on her attempt to reciprocate his oral lovemaking with some of her own.

Instead, Emma stroked and squeezed his hot iron rod. She reached for his balls and gently massaged then. Her lover grunted and moaned in pleasure.

She immersed herself in the wonderful sensations this man was offering her. Takeshi was a very good aficionado of cunnilingus. She began to soar. She wished his tongue could extend deeper into her.

A few minutes later, a massive orgasm suddenly crashed through Emma. Takeshi still continued his skilful lingual attention, bringing her close to another peak.

Emma barely heard the audience cheer their champion. She was about to climax again when Takeshi suddenly stopped. He rolled her off his body, indicating to her she should sit in a kneeling position. Emma obliged him wondering what he planned to do next, impatient to reach another peak and worried a little that he might deliberately leave her hanging for a while.

But there was no way Takeshi was going to leave her hanging. He sat back, leaning on his arms. He pointed to stiff member. Clearly, he wanted Emma to sit on it.

Emma obeyed. She crawled to him. She wasn't sure if Takeshi wanted her to face him of face away. Facing him would expose her scrumptious ass for all in the audience to see. So she surmised that Takeshi probably wanted her to sit on his cock facing him. She grabbed his iron-hard instrument of pleasure and directed toward the centre of her sweet feminine universe.

The audience cheered their approval. Emma noticed that the cheers were not as loud as they were earlier. Wondering why, she cast a quick glance around the room. Many in the audience were too busy engaging in their own love bouts, Norman included.

Emma stuck the head of Takeshi's cock into the opening of her humid love hole, and then sank down onto it. She rode up and down Takeshi's column for several minutes while he watched her, letting her do the work. But no heterosexual man can resist the temptation of so juicy a morsel as what lies between a woman's legs. Emma could see in his face that his pleasure was mounting. So was hers.

Those in the crowd who were still watching roared their approval as the two lovers terminated their love match with a mutually satisfying orgasmic draw.

* * *

Like most of the audience, Aiko watched the Emma's sexual wrestling match with Takeshi with considerable interest. Aiko wished she were in Emma's place. Watching Emma get it on with Takeshi made her very horny. She yearned for the fullness that only a man could bring her.

But the Emma-and-Takeshi show was over. It was Yuudai's turn to perform on the mat with the woman he had chosen from the audience. As far as Aiko was concerned, this wasn't going to be as interesting as what she had just seen. So she decided to see what else was going on.

Aiko heard moaning nearby. It reminded her about Katsu's proposition to Norman. The Japanese cuckold wanted to see his wife have sex with the big hairy foreigner. Although she was very shy about, his wife seemed to agree quite willingly.

Aiko saw that Norman and Kasumi were still fully clothed. Apparently, Norman had watched Emma's show as well. But now that the show involving his wife was over, Norman turned his attention fully to Kasumi, the Japanese man's wife. He embraced her and kissed her to test Katsu's reaction.

Kasumi didn't respond but Norman saw eagerness in the man's eyes. Katsu gestured to him to continue. He seemed impatient for Norman to get on with the seduction of his frailly built bride. It was a sure sign that Katsu wanted to realize his fantasy of playing the role of a cuckold.

Norman brought Kasumi into his arms in a seemingly tighter embrace. Although it looked like he was crushing her, Norman actually held onto her firmly but carefully. He kissed her. Again there was no reaction from Kasumi, leading Katsu to think his wife was reluctant to continue.

Katsu said something to her, apparently words of encouragement because Kasumi now returned Norman's kiss. Aiko thought it was a rather chaste kiss.

More words of encouragement to his wife came from Katsu. Aiko interpreted none of this into English because what Katsu was doing was rather obvious. Kasumi kissed Norman again, this time more actively. She looked at her husband as if seeking reassurance. What she saw in her husband's eyes were wonder, lust and eagerness.

Norman stroked her through her clothing. Kasumi did the same, this time without encouragement from her cuckold of a husband.

Aiko and Katsu became an audience of two. They ignored Yuudai, the lover he selected, and everyone else in the hall for that matter, in what was developing into a generalized orgy.

The two spectators watched as Norman slowly removed Kasumi's clothing. Each time he exposed a part of her body, he touched it, kissed it or both. When Each time he revealed a breast, he fondled her small but cute orbs. He suckled each in until both nipples became erect. He continued undressing her until she was completely naked.

Then Norman stopped. He quickly removed his own clothing. He and Kasumi resumed their stroking and kissing, this time unencumbered by civilized sartorial inconveniences.

Norman's kisses became progressively deeper. His hands travelled up and down Kasumi's thin and frail-looking body, taking ever more liberties with her in front of her husband. At first, Kasumi remained relatively passive, returning strokes and kisses with less frequency than Norman offered them. But as Norman continued his lovemaking, she became more and more responsive. Her strokes and kisses increased in boldness and ardour.

Suddenly, Kasumi thrust her tongue deep into Norman's mouth. She didn't even bother to look at Katsu, deciding that her husband had no intention to stop her from consummating her burgeoning relationship with this primeval-looking gaijin.

When Norman reached between her legs, he discovered she was already very wet. He caressed her labia, stuck his fingers into her love canal, and then slid his moistened fingers across the hardened nub of her clitoris. When he stuck his fingers into her love hole a second time, Kasumi gasped in obvious pleasure as her lover found her G-spot.

"Stroke my dick," he said in English while taking her hand and placing it on his cock.

Kasumi knew what he wanted even if she didn't understand what he said. Aiko just watched, saying nothing. Sex, after all, is a universal human language.

Kasumi stroked Norman's cock and massaged his balls with her tiny hands.

"That feels so good," he groaned in English.

Kasumi needed no interpretation.

Meanwhile Katsu watched in fascination as the big foreigner slowly but surely seduced his wife. In fact, he was stroking his own cock. His eyes were glued on his wife and her gaijin lover. He didn't even notice Aiko was sitting nearby. He made no move toward her. Fixated on Kasumi, and her foreign lover, he continued to urge them on in Japanese.

Norman didn't have to understand what Katsu was saying to realize that the cuckold husband wanted him to go all the way, to take his tiny wife, and pump her full of his foreign seed.

At no point did Aiko bother to interpret what either Norman or Katsu said to Kasumi. In fact, she was certain if she said anything at all, it would probably have broken the sexual magic of the moment for all three.

After more minutes of fondling and kissing Katsu's wife, Norman was satisfied she was more than wet and ready enough to receive him. He briefly disengaged from Kasumi. Rolling onto his back, Norman indicated to Kasumi that he wanted her to sit on top. Norman understood what Katsu wanted to see. He wanted his wife give herself over completely to a gaijin, a stranger, and he wanted to see every detail. So Norman made sure Katsu got the best possible view of seeing his wife being taken. He wanted him to witness alien juices shoot deep inside his beloved wife's slim Asian body.

Norman also had another motive. He wanted Kasumi on top to make her become the more active partner. In other words, he wanted to show Katsu that his darling wife was willingly to submit her body to the lusts of a stranger and to allow Norman to take his pleasure with her. 

Norman waited as Kasumi lifted her leg over his body. But rather than facing him, she faced his feet and her voyeuristic husband. It gave Katsu an even better view of his wife's submission to the gaijin.

Katsu watched as Kasumi took hold of the hirsute white man's columnar stiffness and aligned it to her thinly haired Asian aperture. She placed the head of Norman's cock between the fleshy folds guarding her wet entrance. Making sure her husband was watching, she slowly slid down Norman's rigid manhood until its entire length was inside her.

"Oh," she sighed and then, finally breaking her silence, said something in Japanese that clearly expressed her lustful pleasure.

Katsu's eyes were wide-open, his mouth agape, in awe and lust. His fantasy had become a reality! He eagerly drank in every detail of the gaijin's penetration of his frail little wife. He watched as she moved herself up and down Norman's proud erection. He peered more closely, his face mere inches from where the two bodies united in sexual congress. He saw the folds of her labia hug the stranger's cock, seemingly disappearing from view as she travelled down his cock and seemingly re-appearing when she travelled up his cock. To Katsu, it seemed as if labia was actively massaging the foreigner's thick spear.

Sometimes, Kasumi dallied a few seconds with Norman's cock head barely inside her wet opening. Her double intent was obvious. She was teasing her foreign lover with her hot wet pussy while playing up to her husband's cuckold fantasy.

Katsu stared. He seemed mesmerized. Then, saying something to his wife in Japanese he urged her on.

Aiko finally broke her silence at. She believed what Katsu just said would send Norman into a frenzy. "He's telling you to make his wife pregnant," Aiko said quietly.

Kasumi took control. Faster and faster, she rode up and down Norman's cock. She bounced even faster up and down Norman's gaijin cock. She moaned. She grunted. She moaned. She wailed. As her passion grew, she evolved from quiet wallflower to a creaming banshee. 

Like any other normal red-blooded man, Norman was not immune to the sensations induced by an eager, willing and very hot wife. It took Norman enormous will power to hold back as long as he did. He was almost certain he would erupt first.

Luckily the situation was so erotic to Kasumi that she was also very close to her climax. Her wet heat trickled down Norman's upright cock. She muttered something, which Norman took to mean she was approaching her peak. She orgasmed and yelled something in Japanese that Norman took to mean "I'm cumming!"

Almost immediately, Norman's fleshy stick of biological dynamite exploded, showering sparks of life into Kasumi craving body. His vigorous outpouring of potential baby makers induced a second orgasm in his now very eager lover.

As she came down from her orgasmic high, Kasumi flopped back onto Norman. She waited a few second for Norman's cock to deflate, then rolled off, landing on her back beside him. She showed her pussy to her husband so that he could see the gaijin's foreign seed dribble out of her freshly used love hole.

Panting heavily, Katsu approached his wife, cock in hand. He leaped on her. He wasted no time in stuffing his raging hard-on into his wife's soaking wet pussy. He pumped vigorously into her right away. Kasumi wrapped her arms around her husband and thrust her pelvis against him and returned thrust for thrust. She joyfully accepted her husband's outpouring of love and semen.

Aiko, meanwhile, watched all this with considerable interest. Inevitably, with sex going on the mats and everywhere else in the swingers' club, the atmosphere made her horny. She wanted sex too but, much to her chagrin, everyone else was busy, leaving her to her own devices.

Aiko remembered what Gerald had told her. Although Gerald seemed to assume that Norman would take care of Aiko's sexual needs while they were in Japan, he did say she could make her own decisions.

Once that thought crossed her mind, Aiko found herself wondering what Gerald would think and do in her situation, one where sexual activities were taking place in complete abandon, but she herself was the only one not participating for lack of a partner.

While there was no doubt she could have sex with Norman, or any other man in their swinging group or the Buffalo swinging group, what was she to do by herself in a swingers' club? Norman was pre-occupied. No one else had approached her (and she wasn't sure what she would have done if someone other than Norman had). She was both horny and frustrated. Aiko was not used to being the odd woman out.

Aiko took out her frustration on herself. She masturbated to relieve herself of her immediate sexual tension. It was for her one of the least satisfying ways of reaching an orgasm, but it was still better than nothing. And she was still not satisfied.

The three friends returned to their hotel room in the early morning hour. Both Norman and Emma were exhausted. They fell asleep immediately.

Aiko had a restless night. She thought of Gerald but he was practically on the other side of the world. She missed him. She could hardly wait to get home, but she still had another week to go. She masturbated again before finally falling asleep.

Coming in Chapter 19 Hot Springs: More than the springs are hot.



A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 19



As they had previously agreed, Aiko and Emma were to spend a few days at a spa with hot springs while Norman attended his conference. He had much work and little time to pay attention to either his wife or their swinging friend. Aiko and Emma were now effectively on their own.

As they had planned, the two women rented a car and drove north. On the way, they stopped to see local attractions as a way of breaking up the monotony of the long drive.

Aiko said very little all day. Emma could not help but notice that her friend was not her usual sociable self.

Finally as they were within a half-hour of approaching their destination, Emma broke the silence. "What's wrong, Aiko?"

"Nothing," she answered curtly.

"Liar," Emma retorted. "Something's obviously bothering you."

"Nothing," Aiko retorted.

Emma chuckled. "If nothing happened, then how can you be so down in the dumps?" Emma pressed.

The glint in her eye and the hint of a grin appeared on Aiko's facing. She had a mischievous streak. "Just what I said," almost smile now, "nothing."

"Come on now, Aiko. Out with it," she smiling broadly. "Whatever is bugging you probably has something to do with sex."

Aiko pouted. "I goy jealous because you got fucked and I didn't."

Emma raised her eyebrow at Aiko's use of the 'F' word. She knew her friend tended to avoid such uncouth language. Emma giggled.

"Now what?" Aiko objected.

"You're so funny, Aiko," she replied. "In all the time I've known you, your use of language about sex has been, shall we say, circumspect. You fuck like a rabbit but, until now, I've never ever heard you use the word 'fuck'.

"Because the word is vulgar and sex isn't," she retorted.

They both burst out laughing, but Emma noted, "The boys would say we're suffering from a bout of female logic."

"I'm not going to worry about that," Aiko said. "Men's logic is just as stupid."

"Yeah," Emma agreed, "like Robin Williams once said: 'a man has two heads but only enough blood to feed one of them.' "

"As if we're any better..." Aiko observed.

They blushed, then laughed at the truthfulness of what she just said.

"Seriously," Emma said grinning, "tell me what's bothering you."

So Aiko explained her dilemma at the swingers' club to Emma. Sex was taking place everywhere. The scene made her very horny but she wasn't a participant. No one had even approached her.

"I couldn't even count on getting any relief from Norman," she added, "because he was too busy fulfilling Katsu's cuckold fantasy. By the time he was done with Kasumi, he had nothing left for either you or me, not that it mattered to a showgirl like." Aiko harrumphed. "I watched Takeshi give you a thorough banging. Now, here we are, more than half-way through a two-week vacation, and I still haven't had real sex!"

"I understand," Emma sympathized. "Horny as hell and no satisfaction, does that summarize it?" Emma asked.

"Yes, it does," Aiko said. "I took the only available option." She showed Emma her right hand, then waved her fingers. "My five-fingered friend."

Emma Laughed.

"And I'm still not satisfied," Aiko added.

"You're such a horny bitch, Aiko."

"You would be too, if you didn't get properly laid," Aiko retorted.

"True," Emma conceded.

"What an irony," Aiko told her friend as they both laughed. "I had Gerald's permission to have sex with Norman but he became unavailable. To make matters worse, no one at the swingers' club even attempted to flirt with me!"

"Ouch," Emma commiserated, "that's hard on the ego. I guess if I were in your shoes, Aiko, I'd begin to wonder if men found me attractive anymore."

Emma saw in insecurity Aiko's eyes.

"But the truth is you're still a very attractive woman," Emma insisted gaily. "You were the right woman at the right place but just at the wrong time. If you were ever to go back to that swingers' club again, I haven't the slightest doubt that some handsome guy would have put the make on you."

Aiko smiled at her friend. "Thanks for you understanding. I'm so glad to have a friend like you. To be honest," Aiko continued, "I was half-glad no one did because I think it would've amounted to cheating on Gerald."

"Maybe," Emma replied.

A few minutes later, the women pulled into the parking lot next to the spa. They picked up their room keys and went straight to their room where they dumped their luggage before heading out to a local restaurant for an evening meal. On their return, they took a shower and went straight to bed.

* * *

Aiko had a restless night. When she dreamt, it was about sex. She woke up the following morning looking noticeably haggard.

"You're not getting enough," Emma observed.

"Enough of what?"

"Sex or sleep."

"Try sex and sleep," Aiko countered.

"Poor thing," Emma said sincerely. "I wish there was some way I could help."

"I wish there was too," Aiko replied almost cryptically.

After breakfast, the two friends started the first of two full days. They decided to join some local tours on both mornings and to fill their afternoons with hiking and swimming and other activities available at or near the spa.

They also decided to spend their evenings in the spa's hot springs as a way to relax before going to bed. They soon discovered that few people were in the spa, mainly because it was off-season for most Japanese. So the two women had the hot springs mostly to themselves. Strategically located lamps lit the pools allowing the two women the many nooks and crannies of the natural pool fed by nearby hot springs.

The spa's management had told them they left as much of the original pools in place as possible. The result was a flow of hot water wending around natural outcrops of stone. Of course, no one swam at the source of the hot springs because they were too hot but you could choose a spot anywhere in the surrounding pools depending how hot you wanted the water to be.

Some nooks and crannies in the pool afforded a high degree of privacy. They found a side pool that jutted between some large rocks. It arced into a crescent shape. Inside this area, Aiko and Emma were completely surrounded by large rock. No one could see them unless actually walked in.

On that first night, Aiko dared Emma to take off her two-piece swimsuit.

"But someone might show up," Emma protested.

"I doubt it," Aiko replied. There's hardly anyone in the spa. Besides, we're in a place where no one can see us, and the light is dim here too."

"You first," Emma said."

"Ta dah," Aiko announced as she took off the top of her two-piece swimsuit. She placed the top on an outcrop to ensure she didn't lose track of it.

Aiko jiggled her breasts. "It's nice to have them in the open air. I took mine off, now you have to."

Emma seemed reluctant.

"You're just a chicken," Aiko dared.

"I'm not!"

"You are!"

"I'm not!" she giggled as she removed her top.

"You're not," Aiko agreed as they both laughed.

Emma saw Aiko wiggle her bum. Then she saw her friend display he bottom. "Aiko! You shouldn't."

"Why not?" she laughed. If someone came here, they'd see my tits, but they won't see my beaver," then added, "as long as it stays underwater."

Not wanting to be called a chicken again, Emma removed the bottom portion of her swimsuit as well.

After a couple of hours, the women put their swimsuits back on before returning to their room.

* * *

After a second full day of tours and activities, the two friends found themselves back in the hot springs. They returned to the same location of the pool where they stayed the evening before. As the day's light faded, and the night lights turned, they removed their swimming garments without daring each other.

Until this point, the two women had been sitting opposite each other, but after a few moments, Aiko moved to sit beside her friend. She stared into Emma's eyes.

"What!" Emma said. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm debating with myself if I should tell you a secret."

"A secret?"

"Yeah," Aiko confirmed, "a secret only Gerald knows."

Emma's curiosity overwhelmed her. "Tell me," she urged.

Aiko feigned reluctance. "You might think ill of me," she said.

"I'd never think ill of you, Aiko. You're teasing me, aren't you? You're piquing my interest, and you know it."

"That's true," Aiko replied, but I'm also being serious. Do you promise not to think ill of me?" she asked.

"I promise," Emma replied firmly.

"And keep your voice down," Aiko urged, "just in case other people come within earshot of us. And promise me you'll never to tell anyone, not even Norman, without my agreement. Gerald is the only other person who knows what happened. He's kept his promise."

Emma paused. "This is sounding serious," she said. "Okay, I promise, Aiko. You don't have an evil bone in your body. So whatever it is you've kept as a secret can't so bad."

"That's a matter of opinion," Aiko said. "Before I tell you, can I ask you a very personal question?" Aiko asked. "You don't have to answer the question. You can even lie," Aiko smiled.

"What's that?"

"Have you ever done anything sexy with another girl?" Aiko asked.

"What kind of question is that?" Emma protested.

"Sorry," Aiko said. "I'm not trying to offend you."

Emma studied her friend for a few moments. The question itself gave her an inkling of what Aiko was about to tell her.

She took a deep breath. "It happened to me once in college," confessed. "My roommate and I were watching TV, you know, just hanging out. We were wearing only panties. We got a little drunk. I don't really remember how it all started, but we found ourselves playing with each other's tits and fingering each other's pussies. It didn't go further than that. We were both so embarrassed by our impulses we never talked about it again. We attributed our exploration to the booze."

"You weren't that drunk," Aiko observed, "because you remember it. How did it feel?" she asked.

"It felt odd," Emma replied hesitantly.

"Because a girl was doing it, right?" Aiko observed. "If a guy had done it, you probably would've enjoyed it."

"I guess," Emma conceded, "but I was till a virgin at the time." Emma giggled. "I guy wouldn't have gotten any further than my roommate did because I was too scared to go all the way."

"Why are you asking me?" Emma asked suddenly.

Aiko replied with another question. "Did you ever tell Norman?"

"I did after he proposed to me. I felt he had the right to know. I made him promise to keep it to himself though."

"How did he react?" Aiko asked.

"I couldn't interpret his reaction," Emma confessed. "I think he was curious to know more but he didn't say anything except to say it was no big deal. In any case, it never came up again."

"You avoided answering my question, Aiko. I insist you tell why you're asking me these questions. I answered your questions. Now you answer mine."

"Well, you remember that weekend sex party we attended? You know, the one where I became a sex toy?"

"Yeah, that was pretty wild," Emma said as she recalled the story. "Are you saying there was more than what you told us already?"

"Yes," Aiko replied. She snuggled up to her friend and put her head on Emma's shoulder. Then she started whispering the story to her friend who gasped several times in amazement as Aiko related what happened on the first day of their weekend sex adventure (see Chapter 12 - Pimanko).

Emma was surprised when Aiko told her she had forgotten to put lesbianism on the list of excluded sexual practices. But she was even more surprised to learn that Aiko didn't bail out when she had the chance.

"Oh wow," she exclaimed. "I would have just walked out, agreement and no agreement. I'm surprised you went ahead with it."

"It was a point of pride with me," Aiko explained to her friend. "I don't renege on agreements even if I'm the one who was in the wrong. So I decided to stick it out."

Aiko told Emma what happened on the first day: how the men had made her so hot she submitted herself body and soul to their lusts, and how a woman, who she only knew as Red, surprised her by orally bringing her to an orgasm at the very moment she realized a woman's mouth was between her legs.

"Oh wow," Emma managed to say for otherwise she was at a loss for words. After a few moments of silence, she added, "I never imagined you were capable of such a thing. I mean, I always took you for the kind of girl who'd get really pissed off if some girl hot on you."

"You weren't wrong," Aiko said. "If I had known what she was up to, I would have stopped her. But she got me when I was at my most vulnerable, when I was just reaching for the big O."

"What was it like?" Emma asked her curiosity aroused.

"It was okay, I guess," Aiko replied cagily.

"Well, you went much further than me and my roommate," Emma noted. "We just fingered each other. You actually had a woman make you cum. Weren't you afraid you might turn lesbian or something?" Emma asked.

"Once I was in that situation, I just went with the flow," Aiko explained. "When I was in the moment, it felt good. It was sort of fun. But to be honest, I still prefer a man's hardness to a woman's softness any day."

"I guess you didn't freak out because, in a sense, your sense of honour had already compelled you to accept the risk," Emma theorized.

"That's right. Also, the body reacts to stimuli. If your mental barriers are down, as mine were, the physical stimuli have an effect on you irrespective of its source. The truth is I enjoy the high of an orgasm no matter what it source. I'm fundamentally heterosexual. Orgasm without a man makes me feel good although when a man does it to me, it feels much better. Cunnilingus from a woman beats masturbating myself," Aiko opined.

That remark caused Emma to raise an eyebrow. She thought for a moment. "I guess you have a point, Aiko," Emma conceded. "It felt good to have my roommate's finger in my pussy," she conceded conspiratorially, then blushed at her confession.

The two women were more relaxed now that they had traded confidences.

"But there's still more to tell," Aiko said almost conspiratorially.

"Still more? Tell me."

Leaning close to her ear, Aiko whispered to Emma what happened to her on the following day (see Chapter 13 - Pimanko).

"Susan, who was hostess, decided to sit on my face and ordered me to lap her pussy."

"No way!" Emma said obviously surprised.

"I did," Aiko confirmed, "and I did it willingly this time," Aiko confessed. "I used my tongue to bring her to orgasm. It was the first and only time I have ever done something like that to a woman."

Emma's mouth was agape. Several "ohs" and "ahs" managed to escape her lips as Aiko dove into more details. Emma was so engrossed by Aiko's story that, when she felt Aiko's hand stroke her breast, she dismissed it as an accident.

But Aiko continued. It soon dawned on Emma that her friend's attention was too insistent to be accidental.

Aiko finished her story but continued to massage Emma's breast. Emma's attempt to maintain a state of denial came to a complete end when Aiko, whose mouth had been close to her ear telling her what had happened to her, began to nibble the very ear that heard the story.

"Aiko! What are you doing?" Emma protested weakly.

Rather than answer, Aiko stopped nibbling on her friend's ear. She grabbed the side of Emma's face and turned to toward her, and then planted a hot, wet kiss on her mouth. Meanwhile, her hand switched to Emma's neglected tit.

She pressed her body against her friend. The warm water of the hot springs sloshed around them as Emma tried to speak through Aiko's kiss but it came out garbled.

Then briefly Emma managed to break the kiss. "Aiko, what are you doing?" she repeated. To herself she admitted she liked her friend's kiss. She had never had never 'gone all the way' with a woman and she was adventurous enough to try almost anything once. 

"I'm so freakin' horny!" Aiko replied.

Aiko's pressed her lips once more on Emma's mouth. She moved her hand from Emma's breast to her pussy. She played with it for a few minutes and then stuck her fingers into her friends hot love hole. As the owner of a hot pussy, Aiko knew exactly what it would take to turn on another hot pussy.

"Umm," Emma grunted as resistance crumbled. Her legs twitched, opening and closing underneath the water, not because she was still struggling against Aiko's sensual onslaught, but because pleasurable tremors were shooting from the centre of her femaleness to the rest of her body.

At last, Emma opened her mouth and let Aiko's eagre tongue explore the insides of her mouth. After a few more moments, she returned Aiko's kisses, lancing her tongue into Aiko's mouth. As the battle of the tongues took place, Aiko thrust her fingers in and out of Emma's love hole. She probed inside her friend's vagina in search of her G-spot. She knew she found it when Emma moaned and thrust her pelvis against her hand.

"Put your fingers in my pussy too," Aiko demanded almost urgently.

Without waiting for Emma's response, she pulled her fingers out of Emma's pussy, grabbed Emma's hand, and then stuck her friend's hands between her legs.

The two women fingered each other for several minutes, sometimes stroking the labia, sometimes brushing over the clitoris, always exploring the outer contours of the sexual parts.

Aiko was closer to the edge. "Do it!" Aiko half-commanded and half-pleaded in need.

Emma found Aiko's clitoris and focussed on it. Aiko shuddered at the touch.

"Please put her fingers in," Aiko repeated. "I'm so horny. Make me cum."

Once she felt Emma's fingers penetrate, she put her own fingers back into Emma. Emma pumped her fingers in and out of Aiko's vaginal opening.

"Harder, faster," Aiko pleaded.

Emma did as Aiko asked. Then Emma's fingers found her G-spot. Aiko rocketed into an orgasm.

"Oh god, I needed that so badly," Aiko said now temporarily satisifed, "but we're not through yet. It's your turn."

"What do you want me to do," Emma asked, for she was now committed to enjoying the proffered lesbian pleasure from her friend.

"Sit on that rock." Aiko pointed to a small ledge just above the waterline.

With Aiko's help, Emma did as her friend asked. She was out of the water except for feet, which she propped against the rocks to keep herself in place.

Standing waist-deep in the pool, Aiko had Emma's pussy straight in front of her. She spread her friend's legs. "Keep them open."

Emma complied, wondering what it would be like to have a woman do cunnilingus on her and increasingly eagre to experience it

Once more, Aiko put her fingers in fingers inside her friend's hot vagina.

Emma closed her eyes, relishing her friend's lingual attention. "Oh that feels so good," moaned.

Determined to bring her friend to an orgasmic peak lingually rather than manually, Aiko put her mouth in the vee of Emma's legs. She licked her friend's labia and sucked on her clitoris, slurping up some of the sexual juices. Emma was very wet; clearly she was turned on. Her aim was to keep Emma in a high state of sexual tension until she could not bear the sexual tension any longer before pushing over the edge.

When Aiko stuck her tongue in the entryway between her labia and licked across her clitoris, Emma felt the tingling excitement that heralded the impending sexual explosion. And then it happened. The orgasm caused her to squirm and shudder. She would have fallen of the ledge if Aiko hadn't kept her in place by wrapping her arms around her waist while her friend's mouth wasted her.

Suddenly, Aiko stopped paying lingual attention to her. Emma heard some sloshing of water. She opened her eyes, wondering if Aiko had some sort of new surprise in mind (as if she weren't already surprised).





A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 19



Instead, what she saw was six naked Japanese men staring at their lesbian exhibition. Not only was her gorgeous petite gaijin body fully exposed to their view, but they were glaring, almost lasar-like, at the sweet, swollen, fleshy flower between her legs. Two of them were standing next to Aiko.

Mortified, Emma shut her legs immediately and put her arms across her chest to hide her breasts.

* * *

Although Emma understood nothing of the subsequent exchange of words between Aiko and the six men, a few things were obvious to her. Firstly, Aiko was genuinely surprised by their sudden appearance, but she became angry. She could tell by the way Aiko was waving her arms around that she demanded them to leave. Emma noted, with some concern, that they were trapped because the men blocked the only way out from the surrounding rocks.

After a few minutes and more exchanges of words, Aiko appeared to calm down.

"What's going on?" Emma asked trying but not quite succeeding in hiding her feminine charms from the staring men.

"They told me they come here fairly regularly to relax," Aiko explained. Most of the time they just relax and talk man-things, you know, the latest sports, stuff like that. This alcove is their favorite spot because it's private and they can discuss things they may not want other people to hear, usually business-related."

Emma blushed. "How much of what we were doing did they see?" she asked.

"Almost all of it," Aiko replied. "They noticed what we were doing just as they turned the corner from the main pool. They decided to keep quiet and enjoy the show."

One of the men said something in Japanese. Aiko laughed.

"What did he say?" Emma asked.

"He's wondering why you're trying to cover yourself when they've seen everything there is to see anyway."

"They're strangers, Aiko."

"Give me a break, Emma, As if you've never exposed yourself to strangers! You were the star of the show a few days ago in the swingers' club for God's sake!"

Emma blushed. She slid off the rock and into the water as if to give herself a modicum of modesty. There were now two beavers in the water. The problem, however, was that, under the water, there were six one-eyed monsters still on the hunt.

Meanwhile, one of the men approached Aiko from behind while she was helping Emma drop back into the water. He reached around her to cup breasts and pressed his hard-on against the crack of her ass.

Aiko twisted out of his grip as she turned around. An animated conversation took place between Aiko and a couple of the men.

Emma opened her eyes again. "What's going on?" she asked Aiko. She also saw a look of relief replace tension on Aiko's face.

"I know you're not the type who likes to beat around the bush," she replied, "so I'll get to the point. They want to see us continue what we were doing, then they want sex with us. But we're lucky."

"How so?" Emma asked."

"You're probably aware that Japanese society is still behind when it comes to gender equality. If other Japanese men found us in the state they find us, the chances would've been higher that they would've sexually forced themselves on us."

"From the relieved look on your face," Emma observed, "I assume they told they won't force us into sex. Is that right?"

"Yes, you're right," Aiko replied. "No doubt, they are also aware of risks of assaulting us. Japanese are a law-abiding people. They told me they would love to have sex with us but I told him them no. They would have to be satisfied with the show we just gave them. I'll tell them to leave," she added

Emma giggled. It wasn't quite the reaction Aiko expect from her friend. What Emma said next surprised her even more.

"No, Aiko, don't tell them to leave." Emma licked her lips. I'll have sex with them," Emma shocking Aiko. "I want them to pound this white gaijin woman," she added referring to herself.

Aiko was shocked by this wholly unexpected turn of events. Aiko, who thought she was in charge of the situation suddenly found herself sidelined by her friend. "You will? But then you'd be cheating on Norman!"

"No, Aiko, I won't be cheating on Norman because he said it would be okay."

"Okay?" Aiko said obviously confused. "How can he tell you that? He's not even here!"

"Let me explain," Emma said. "While you were visiting your relatives, Norman and I got into a discussion about the swingers' club. Somewhere in that discussion, I don't exactly remember where or how it came up or why, I told Norman he could have a dalliance while we were away at the conference, provided of course the opportunity arose. My husband works really hard. I can't begrudge him a little passing pleasure. He's always so good to me. Without any prompting from me, he told me I could do the same if the opportunity arose. We both thought probably nothing would happen. Now I'm looking at to six opportunities!"

"You horny little witch!" Aiko laughed.

"I've never been gangbanged by strangers," Emma smiled lustily.

Aiko said something to the men in Japanese but she didn't interpret for Emma's benefit. They said "hai" several times. Emma only knew it meant 'yes.' But yes to what? Emma soon found out.

"Get back up on your perch," Aiko told Emma. This time, two of the men assisted her.

Half-expecting Aiko to resume the lesbian show for the men's benefit, Emma was caught off-guard when one the men stepped between her legs and started stroking and licking Emma's pussy. She saw him lick his lips, savouring the taste of her foreign female juices. Emma closed her eyes again to concentrate all her senses on the attention being paid to her female centre. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter while her breathing became heavier and heavier.

The man stopped paying lingual attention to the gaijin woman. Water sloshed. Emma opened her eyes again when she realized two sets of arms were urging her off her rocky perch. She saw a third man directly in front of her, reaching for her as if catch her as she came off the rock. He took straight into his arms. She looked straight into his eyes. She saw sheer lust in them and knew he saw the same in her eyes. Emma found herself sliding down a hard, lean, hairless body that was a very contrast to her own husband's large, fleshy and hairy one.

As she slid down, she felt a hot, round-headed protuberance scraping across her labia, obviously seeking entrance to her womanly grotto. He lifted her up a little, adjusted his position and his cock, and then let her slide down his body again. This time his cock head separated her nether lips as his cock slid into her, impaling on his Asian sex column.

Emma shuddered now that she had some real man-meat inside her. Once inside, his vigorous pumping caused her to soar to a sexual high. Her lover was too eagre, though, he spurted his seed deep into her interior within seconds of feeling the gaijin's hot white pussy envelope his Oriental cock.

Emma had not quite reached her orgasm but she wasn't particularly concerned because, as far as she knew, she had six spares. She knew these Japanese men considered her as both exotic and erotic. Sure enough, a second man replaced the first lover almost immediately.

Emma's second lover finished what his friend had started. After a few minutes of increasingly vigorous thrusting of pelvis against pelvis, Emma and her Japanese lover soared into the bliss they both desperately wanted and needed. Emma whimpered in profound pleasure as the man pumped his hot seed into her eager Caucasian pussy, mixing his semen with his friend's.

A third lover took his place between the passionate woman's legs. Emma was in another world, lost in lust. Later when the evening came to an end, Emma thought it was probable that all six men had taken their pleasure with her. Too lost in her own pleasure, she couldn't be sure because she lost track of how many men, which men, and how many times they might have taken her. She was too lost in her own pleasure.

***

What Emma didn't know was that freedom to take on her lovers put Aiko into a dilemma. 

Despite having already had an orgasm, Aiko was still hungry for more sex, preferably from a man. Six cocks were present and accounted for, all of them rock-hard. There was more than enough man meat for both of them although she suspected that the six men would focus more on Emma than her.

Aiko suddenly blushed when she realized what she was thinking. 'Oh shit,' she thought as she realized that her body was attempting to overrule her mind.

What was she to do? She couldn't abandon her friend, Emma. Friends don't do that. At the same time, she worried she would find herself in a situation similar to the one at the swingers' club a few days earlier. The sex everyone else was enjoying fed her libido. Once more, she risked succumbing to her strong desire for more sex.

While she was lost in thought, one of the men placed himself behind her. He pressed his cock against her backside, forcing her to make a choice: either accept his invitation to pleasure herself with his erect appendage, or abandon Emma to her own devices while six very horny men had their way with the petite gaijin blonde.

Still Aiko dithered. If she left, she would be abandoning a close friend. If she stayed, her ability to resist to seduction in face of her own powerful sexual desires would be severely compromised. Unlike Emma, Aiko didn't have her husband's permission to offer herself to total strangers.

As Aiko's mind worked feverishly to resolve her dilemma, the man behind her continued using his hands, looking for, and finding, her erogenous zones. His stiff member continued to press against her ass cheeks, reminding her body that an antidote for her horniness was now available. The agony of indecision was unbearable, almost painful in the face of his raging, eagre erection.

'Think,' Aiko told herself urgently, 'think!' But thinking became more difficult as her sexual excitement grew and resistance weakened.

'I've been here for almost 10 days now. I've had no sex until just now. I'm still so damned horny!' she repeated to herself for what seemed the umpteenth time.' She tried to imagine herself in Gerald's shoes. 'If Gerald were here, he would be just as frustrated. If a woman came on to him, offering herself to him and he'd gone without as long as I have, what would he do? The temptation would be so overwhelming! I could be certain of only one thing,' she giggled inwardly, 'he would definitely not get it on with a man! But a woman? For sure.''

It was the logic of a woman whose libido was now in command. Somewhere, far back in her mind something was telling her she was rationalizing a potential betrayal. But thought seemed to recede as it was pushed further in the back of her mind by her carnal desires.

Aiko watched Emma take on her first two lovers. She saw the intense pleasure on her friend's face as the men penetrated her and rode her to orgasm. The spectacle only fuelled her own growing and increasingly frustrated libido. Her will weakened with every passing second. As she watched the men give Emma what she herself so desperately wanted, her lust increased and the nagging thought in the back of her mind receded into temporary oblivion.

Meanwhile, the man behind her used skilfully his hands to search for, and find, her erogenous zones. They worked their way down her belly, finding and then exploring the hairy forest and fleshy valleys of her luscious female patch.

Stepping back a little, he pushed his stiff cock down so that he could put it underneath and between the vee of her legs. When he let go of his cock, it bounced back up, its length now lodged between her thighs and its head now pressing against her Venusian bush. Her pussy watered freely in anticipation of receiving its solid length within her.

Aiko instinctually realized that if she bent over, he would gain easy access to the moist opening of her aching, hungry pussy. She felt her labia twinge almost as if they were trying to reach for and grasp the stranger's cock and draw it into her. Her sex-crazed mind followed her body in succumbing to this stranger's sensual advances or leaving. She rationalized she was keeping Emma safe by staying and participating.

Aiko bent forward, leaning against the rock to support her weight. Her action exposed her swollen pussy lips to the man behind her. Her lover knew he had succeeded in seducing her, in making her submit to his pleasure while he gave her. He aligned his cock to her welcoming pussy and drove it all into her pleasured her in return.

Aiko resistance's had now completely collapsed, replaced instead by deeper more primal urges, the urge to submit herself to this stranger, the urge for bodily unification with a man that could only come with intimate sexual congress, the urge to reach the heights of sexual ecstasy, and the urge to obtain nothing less than total sexual satisfaction as a man fertilized her. At that moment, nothing else mattered. She wanted and needed, the hard, hot fleshy stiffness of a man's cock buried deeply inside the centre her womanhood. She wanted and needed the satisfaction of having a man spill his life-giving juices into her welcoming wanton womb.

He would not be her first lover that evening.

Two hours later, the women, especially Emma, because she had attracted, more lovers, were exhausted. As Aiko came out of her orgasmic haze, the nagging thought she had suppressed in the evening suddenly came back to her with a vengeance. Now she knew why the situation bothered. Feelings of profound guilt riddled through her mind as she realized her sex-hungry body had betrayed her, and in the process, she had betrayed her husband too.

* * *

After they returned to Tokyo, Aiko spent another night with her relatives while Emma and Norman joined an overnight tour led by an English-speaking guide. And then they all went home.

Deep in guilt, Aiko was morose. While sitting on the airplane, she thought a great deal about what she would say to Gerald about what happened.

Emma knew what was going on in her friend's mind. Aiko had confessed her fears to her. "We're not going to say anything to Gerald," she assured Aiko. "It's none of our business. It's something you have to work out."

Emma's policy of non-interference only made Aiko feel even guiltier in the knowledge that Emma, and probably Norman, knew what she had done but her own beloved husband didn't. There was no doubt in her mind she had to confess to Gerald. She didn't want to want to put deception on top of betrayal.

Aiko fell into a very introspective mood for the long flight home, but just before the airplane landed she turned to Emma. "I'm not going to hide what happened from Gerald. I'm going to tell him and let the chips fall as they may."

"I can tell you really do love him," Emma replied. "Your guilt and your remorse is proof of it." Emma put her hand on Aiko's, rubbing it affectionately. "I think he really loves you, Aiko," she offered, "just as you really love him. All is not lost. I believe you two will work your way through it."

Aiko pecked Emma on the cheek. You're a true friend, Emma."

Emma proved to be prescient. Aiko told Gerald everything. He listened closely but said very little. At first he was obviously angry and then seemed deeply hurt. For several days, he barely talked to her.

On their first weekend together since Aiko's return, Gerald said, "I've done a lot of thinking about us and our relationship. It's time to talk, and this time I'm doing all the talking."

For several minutes, he told her, in different ways, how much she hurt him and how she had shaken him to the core. She had inflicted a deep pain on him.

He stopped for a very long moment before continuing. Then he told her how much he loved her, and still loved her. Aiko saw tears in his eyes.

Suddenly she burst out crying because it pained her, almost physically, to hurt the only man she truly and deeply loved. "I'm so sorry," she sobbed.

As she wept, Gerald sat down beside her. He put his arm around her shoulders. "I've spent a lot of time thinking about what you told me," he resumed. "You knew you were risking our marriage to tell me the whole truth." He took a deep breath. "As much as it hurt me I'm glad you told me did because hiding what happened from me would have been a far worse betrayal."

Aiko sobbed.

"I though really hard about the whole thing, and about how I might have acted if I had been in your shoes. I had to be brutally honest with myself. How would I have acted if I were in your situation? Honestly, I can't be sure. But I can see why and how it happened to you. It could just as easily have been me."

Aiko remained silent.

"I love you still, Aiko, so dearly." Tears welled up his eyes. "I don't want to lose you." Gerald put his arm around her shoulders, drawing her closer. "I've no doubt you still really love me." He took a deep breath. "I love you too much not to forgive you, Aiko," he whispered.

Aiko wept again but this time for joy. She had her beloved husband back. "It will never happen again," she promised.

"I know," he answered.

Gerald took her cheeks in both hands and kissed her, at first gently and then with more and more passion. "Let's go to the bedroom and make up for some lost time," he suggested.

Aiko smiled brightly. The heat of love, lust and passion surged through her body. Gerald knew the look. He grabbed her hand. They headed to the bedroom flinging off their clothes as they went.

Both later swore that it was the best night of sex they ever had.

On the following day, Aiko called Emma to tell her news she and Gerald had reconciled. Emma promised she and Norman would keep what happened at the hot springs to themsleves.

Chapter 20 Coital Cottage: The swinging odyssey concludes.



A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 20



Chapter 20 Coital Cottage

The phone rang. Gerald picked it up.

"It's Bill," he heard at the other end. "How's it going?"

Good," Gerald replied, "and you?"

"Good," he replied.

After chatting about the weather and other inconsequential things, Bill popped a question.

"You remember that little lecture you gave us a while ago about the similarities and differences between our swinging group and the Amazonian tribe you stayed with?"

"Yes, I remember," Gerald replied.

"Well, I've got this idea to do our own thing this summer."

"I'm listening."

"Why not rent a group of neighbouring cottages up north for a long weekend. I have an acquaintance in the construction business who has five cottages which he intends to keep because he wants to branch out into country cottage rental business. He's offered to rent them to us before he puts them on the open market. They're located in a relatively remote area and will afford us a lot of privacy. What do you think Gerald? We could rent them for a few days of swinging fun."

"You seem to be suggesting we should rent all five cottages?" Gerald asked. "Wouldn't it be cosier and cheaper for us to share two cottages?"

Bill laughed. "We have to rent them if we want to prevent absolute strangers from renting the remaining cottages. Otherwise, he would rent out the remaining three cottages to whomever he could find."

"But that..."

"I know," Bill interrupted. "I've already thought of that. If we want to minimize the cost, we lose privacy. If we want privacy, we have to dole out money for all five cottages. I got another idea that would keep our privacy and make it affordable."

"How so?" Gerald asked. He was now intrigued.

"I think we should invite the Buffalo group to join us," Bill replied. "With four people per cottage, and one couple in the fifth cottage we could keep the cost down."

"But you're assuming everyone will go," Gerald pointed out.

"There is a safety margin," Bill said. If we take at least four cottages, the owner will toss in the fifth one for free. We have nine couples in our two groups. We need a minimum of eight couples to make it affordable."

"Mmm, I would go for that idea and I think Aiko would agree."

"I talked to Malcolm already about this idea. He really likes the idea of bringing the two groups together for a weekend of sexy fun. But he also wondered if we could actually pull it off. It's not easy to get nine couples together in one place at the same time."

"When" Gerald inquired.

"The long weekend in August."

"You can count us in," Gerald said. "I'll keep those days free."

"Good," Bill replied, "I've already talked Emma and Norman. They agreed too. I still have to talk to Binal and Rajiv. I'll get back to you as soon as I hear from them and Malcolm's group. Malcolm is no doubt canvassing his swinging group.

Two weeks later, Bill called Gerald to tell him some goods news. Almost everyone in both groups signed onto the idea. The exceptions were Isis and Jack, a mixed race couple. Both worked at a fitness club and both were involved in running a summer-long children's camp. There was no possibility for them to take time off.

"It'll work out very nicely though," Bill commented on the phone to Gerald. "We've got five cottages and eight couples. We put two couples in each cottage and keep the largest as a sort of safe zone."

"A safe zone?" Gerald queried.

"Yeah, the only place were sex is not allowed," Bill explained. "Malcolm and I decided it would be a good idea to use the fifth cottage as our place to cook, eat, read, play cards or any other non-sexual activity." He laughed. "In other words, a place where you can take a break from sex. We're working on a few other ideas but we'll tell you what they are when were at the cottages."

Bell then informed Gerald that there was all-round agreement that the Buffalo couples would leave after work on Thursday, each arriving at the home of one of the four Toronto couples for an overnight stay.

"Just remember we have to get up early in the morning," Bill remarked. "Late night sex is probably not a good idea. It's a long ride to the cottages. We have to wake up early if we want to be there by early adfternoon."

The plan was for the Buffalo couples to leave their cars in the garages of their hosts and ride in their hosts' cars to the cottages. They all agreed to meet at Wei-ling and Bill's home shortly after lunch and then drive north in a convoy.

A little over two hours later they arrived at the cottages.

* * *

"Before we do anything else, let's review our arrangements and rules of engagement," Bill suggested as soon as they arrived. "Let's go in there, he was pointing the largest of the five cottages."

Once everyone was settled in his or her seat, Bill took the floor. "First things first," Bill said. "This cottage, including its surrounding property, is the designated no-sex zone. It'll also serve as our kitchen, barbecue centre, dining room, sports ground and sun-tanning area."

"Some of us don't need a tan," Dion pointed out.

Bill laughed. "True enough but you know what I mean."

"So anyone outside this area is fair game," Dion said.

"Yes," Bill replied, "subject of course to the rule that 'no' always means no everywhere. I know this isn't going to be a problem but we should put 'on the record' anyway."

"So who's going where?" Tiana, Dion's spoke up. "And how do we decide?"

"Malcolm and I have got an idea about that," Bill replied. "Let me Malcolm explain it to you."

"We suggest splitting up the couples and the groups. No husband can sleep in the same cottage as his wife. Your night time sleeping partner will be a spouse from the other swinging group. In other words, we're not only swapping spouses, we're also swapping between our two swinging groups."

The swingers tittered. They liked the idea already.

"So Dion won't be in the same cottage as me?" Tiana asked rhetorically.

"Yes," Bill confirmed, "and every other night while we're here."

Aiko whispered into Gerald's ear.

Gerald smiled. "Aiko thinks we should carry that idea one step further."

"How so?" Bill asked.

"I think, for the four nights, we're here, we should have another rule."

"Which is?"

"As long as we're here, no one is allowed to have sex with their own spouse."

Dion cackled in agreement. "Good thinking. Why do here what you can do at home? I like that idea."

Tiana nudged him with her elbow to shush him. Dion smirked but said nothing further.

"Does anyone have a problem with Aiko's idea?" Bill asked. Hearing nothing he said, "New rule: you're not allowed to have sex with you own spouse while we're here."

Gerald asked for a clarification about the night time sleeping arrangement. "Do we keep the same partner all four nights?"

"Good question Gerald," Bill said. "Malcolm and I thought about that too. We thought it would be more interesting for the women to stay put in the cottages they're assigned to, but not to sleep with the same person every night. In other words, the men rotate to spend a night in each cottage. The guys from Buffalo will take turns with the girls from Toronto, and the guys from Toronto will do the same with the girls from Buffalo.

"But I can still have sex with any other woman who's ready and willing, right?" Dion asked.

Malcolm laughed. "Exactly, Dion. The only person you're not allowed to have sex with is your own wife. We've also just effectively agreed you're not allowed to spend the night in the same bed with Jayla, Sarah and Helen."

"Why would you want to do that when we're with our friends on this side of the border?" Luther added. "I like this idea of sharing as groups."

"What about clothing?" Norman asked.

"Clothing?" Bill said perplexed.

"Yeah, clothing. We'll probably be naked most of the time, but I'd feel funny being nude in a 'no sex' cottage. Wearing clothes when we're in this cottage will emphasize that it's our 'no sex' zone." Norman shrugged and then added, "It's an just idea. I don't know what the rest of you think, but I intend to put on clothes when I'm in here."

Surprising all 16 swingers quickly agreed to Norman's suggestion because it was a good way to distinguish the common cottage from the rest of the five-cottage property.

"Any further questions?" Bill asked. He looked around. "No? So the rules are clear: no means no everywhere, no sex with your own spouse, your sleep with the opposite number in the other swinging group, and clothes must be worn in the 'no sex' cottage. Does everyone agree?"

The 'ayes' echoed through the cottage.

"Any against?" He heard nothing. "The ayes have it," he proclaimed.

Emma smirked. "For the next few days, we'll have a lot of eyes."

A few of the friends groaned at her awful pun.

"So how do we decide who goes with whom?" Dion asked.

"We've thought of that too," Malcolm replied.

"I've got 16 slips of papers with our names on them. I've divided them into four piles based on gender and location. One pile consists of the women from Buffalo, another of women from Toronto. The men's pile is divided in a similar way. The women will pull out a name from the men's pile belonging to the other swinging group."

"Oh, this will be fun." Emma said. "I like a little mystery."

Aiko agreed although she didn't say anything. The element of the unknown excited her too.

"But how do we decide which cottage we go into?" asked Jayla.

"That will be done threw a draw too," Malcolm explained. "We'll pick the women's names from there piles alternating between them. Bill, as the leader of your group, you have the privilege of making the first draw.

Bill stuck his fingers into the small black bag. He pulled it out. "Tiana," he announced.

"You are assigned to cottage 1," Malcolm said. "Dion, please choose a name from the Toronto women's pile."

Dion did. He looked at the slip and announced, "Aiko, you get to stay in the same cottage as my wife.

A few minutes later, which women stayed in which cottages was decided. Emma and Sarah were assigned to cottage, 2, Wei-ling and Jayla would lodge in cottage 3 while Binal and Helen were to occupy cottage 4.

This time, in reverse order, it was the women's turn to draw the name of their night time lover and sleeping partner.

Binal drew first from the Buffalo men's bag of names. Bill she announced.

"Nice," Bill responded. She was shy and didn't say much but she was a tiger in the bedroom.

A few minutes later, all the draws for the night were made. In cottage 1, Aiko would share her bed with Dion, while Dion's wife would share hers with Rajiv. In cottage 2, Emma and Sarah would bunk the night with Dion and Bill respectively. In cottage 3 Chris would be Wei-ling's partner while Jayla shared her bed with Gerald. Finally, in cottage 4 Binal was to entertain Malcolm while Helen kept Norman pre-occupied.

Now that the couples had made their first night's arrangement, they were all starting to return to the cars to pick of their clothes, toiletries and gear when Tiana piped up, "Are we going to have to pull names again for tomorrow night or do we make our own arrangements?"

"Oh, I almost forgot," Malcolm said. "Thanks for reminding me. To avoid confusion, let's agree we change partners each night in alphabetical order."

So that means," Tiana concluded, "since Rajiv is the bottom of the men's Toronto list, I start at the top. That means I get Bill tomorrow night."

"Right," Malcolm confirmed.

"And since Luther is alphabetically in third place on the Buffalo men's list," Aiko added, "I will get Malcolm next."

"Exactly," Malcolm confirmed smiling, "and I'm looking forward to that night and every other night too!"

Bill jumped in. "Let me make one more suggestion." Hearing no objection, he continued. "As difficult as it may be on the first night, I suggest you pace yourselves so that you last through the next few days and nights."

A few minutes all 16 swingers, went to the main cottage, the one that would act as their home cottage, the cottage that served as their kitchen and dining room as well as being a 'no sex' zone. After a few minutes, they divvied up the tasks that would have to both feed 16 people and maintain the cottages and the properties around them. The swingers wanted to make sure that the cottages were in just as good, if not better state, then they found them.

By the time they had finished eating, night fell.

"We better clean up and get inside," Bill suggested. "It's getting dark. I don't think we want to become a smorgasbord for mosquitos. Either we return to our cottages or we start spraying ourselves."

They quickly decided to return to their assigned cottages. There was no doubt the fun would soon begin. And begin it did, each person fully intending to enjoy his or her one-night stand with someone else's spouse, or rather the first of four one-night stands.

* * *

Gerald liked all the women in the two swinging groups. He enjoyed the differences in size and physical types. But tonight Jayla shared her bed with him. He remembered the first time he met her, and her husband, Luther (Chapter 9 - Pimanko). Jayla had been his second lover after Isis. Both were the same height but, while Isis was lithe and muscular, Jayla was soft and voluptuous. It was a disappointment that Isis, and her equally lithe and muscular husband, Jack, were unable be at the cottage to swing for next days.

Wei-ling, who was going to share her bed with Chris, put a nightlight into a socket between the entrances of the two bedrooms. The light seemed inadequate against the pitch-blackness of the forest night.

"I'm so used to having some light, even if it's only a streetlight, coming into the house," Chris said. "It's almost weird. I can barely see you, Gerald," he added. "It'll take us a few minutes for out eyes to adjust to the dim light."

Once their eyes adjusted to the low light, they could see each other better.

"I've got the room on the left," Wei-ling informed Chris as she walked toward it.

Chris of course took the hint and followed her. They didn't close their door.

Gerald and Jayla still sat on the couch.

"I'd say 'nice to see you' except we're far enough away from the nightlight to see barely anything at all."

Jayla laughed. "I'm wearing camouflage."

It took Gerald a second to get the joke. He laughed too.

"If you can't see, you'll have to find me some other way," she continued huskily. "Try your sense of touch."

Gerald smiled although Jayla could barely see it. But her felt his hand on her cheeks, tugging her toward him in an obvious invitation to kiss. They kissed.

"Give me a minute," Jayla said. She carefully made her way to the washroom.

The suddenly light seemed to light up the entire cottage but disappeared again when Jayla shut the door. She shut the light off before she opened the washroom door. She used her sense of touch to make her way to her bedroom.

Geraldonly saw what appeared to be a shadow enter Jayla's assigned bedroom.

"Come to me," she invited.

Gerald removed his clothes. He left them on the couch, figuring that he would put them on again in the morning before breakfast. Not wanting to injure himself by inadvertently bumping against a piece of furniture or some other obstruction, he proceeded cautiously towards her room.

"I can't see. Where are you?" Gerald asked.

"Right in front of you," she replied.

Gerald put his hand forward and found his hand on one of Jayla's luscious breasts. She was waiting in the doorway.

"You sure know how to zero in on your target," Jayla giggled.

Gerald smiled although Jayla couldn't see it. He was not surprised to find her totally naked. She must have removed her clothing while she was in the washroom. But then again who needed clothes on a warm summer's night in cottage country with sex clearly on the menu.

She grabbed his arm and led him toward the bed. Gerald heard the bed spring creak.

"Come here lover," she Jayla demanded hoarsely as she pulled him into the bed.

They kissed each other with growing passion. Gerald could feel her nipples harden against his chest. His cock stiffened in eager anticipation of its near-by target.

They heard the 'uhs' and 'ahs' in the other bedroom.

"They certainly didn't waste any time," Gerald whispered.

Jayla whispered in return, "I think Chris' is extra-horny because it's the first time he's ever made love to Wei-ling."

"He's going to have a rough time holding back then," Gerald observed, but I think the second round will start soon after.

They heard Chris make a noise which they construed that he had already reached his orgasm.

"Sorry," they heard him say to his lover.

"It's okay," they heard her reply. "Go down on me," she told him. "You owe me."

"Yes I do," Chris replied. "Big time."

"Never mind them," Jayla declared. "We know they'll both be happy by the time they get to sleep. Let's have out evening come to a happy ending too."

Jayla grabbed Gerald's cock as if to emphasize her point. Or was it his point?

Gerald smiled as he kissed her. "Careful," he said.

For the next twenty minutes, Gerald explored all parts of her body with his hands, mouth and tongue, saving her pussy for last. He wanted to make sure her oven was well pre-heated before he stuck his sausage in it. Exploring her pussy with hiss fingers, he discovered she was soaking wet. He teased for a little while longer, dipped two fingers into her wet hole and then brushed them across her swollen clitoris. He felt her tremble at his touch. His tongue followed his fingers.

"Oh! Oh" she cried. "I'm ready. Please stuff you wonderful man-meat into me," she almost screamed.

Gerald lifted himself off Jayla so that he could align his rock-hard cock to eager pussy. He shoved it in to the hilt and began pumping into her.

She said she was ready and he knew he was too. He tried to keep pumping slowly into her but realized his self-control was weak. "Are you truly ready," he asked Jayla.

"Oh yes! Yes!" she moaned. "I'm ready and I want it now!"

With a suddenness that testified to his own urgency, Gerald thrust into her mercilessly. He felt the tingle his balls and the spasm in his cock that signalled his imminent release.

"I'm about to cum! he bellowed as his semen spilled out of his cock and filled her hot cavity.

"Me too!" Jayla shouted as she pressed down on his cock to make sure every bit of his male juices sprayed into her.

So pre-occupied were Gerald and Jayla with giving and receiving orgasmic pleasure that they forgot about the other couple in the next room.

"It's about time!" Chris yelled as he and Wei-ling laughed. "Now we can get some sleep."

* * *

In Cottage 4, Tiana and Norman, and Aiko and Luther, were having their own first night's party. With the main room light still on, they sat on the couch with the night time partner beside them. The two couples cuddled and kissed for a while. These activities became more intimate as time passed.

Luther, who was probably the most laid-back of the men in the Buffalo group surprised Aiko, Tiana and Norman by taking the initiative. "Strip for us girls!"

Aiko and Tiana looked each other in the eye.

"Why not!" Tiana declared. "We're here for some fun. So, et's have some fun!"

Tiana put on some slow music. Standing in front of their lovers, the two women slowly removed their clothing. They swayed their hips to the music's sensual rhythm, slowly turning themselves around as, piece by piece, they revealed their glorious female forms to the admiring and increasingly lustful stares of the two horny men.

Meanwhile the two men removed their own clothing in eagre anticipation of the fun to come. As they dropped their underwear, the women could see that their battering rams were fully operational.




A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 20



The men they sat down.

"Come to me," Luther rasped.

Aiko approached.

"You want something from me?" Aiko teased.

"Yeah, you."

"How do you want me?" Aiko asked playing his game.

"Just come here and find out," Luther said licking his lips.

Aiko stood directly in front of him."

"Open your legs, Aiko."

She did as he bade. He pulled her closer to him. His tongue licking up and down her fleshy slit and her now hard little nub. Luther tasted her vaginal juices seeping from her female channel. Aiko was hot.

"You taste good," he said.

"You make me feel good," she responded. "Lick me some more."

"My pleasure," he mumbled as his mouth worked its magic between her sexy legs.

Aiko sighed in pleasure.

Neither of them were paying any more attention to either Tiana or Norman. Only the occasional moan from one or the other lover told them they were not alone in the room. Not that it mattered.

Aiko bent down to reach for Luther's cock. It felt hot and hard. Luther groaned as Aiko sensually stroked his cock.

"Don't," he commanded, "unless you're ready."

Aiko knew what he meant. "I'm ready."

Luther pulled her down by the hips. Aiko maintained her grip on his stiff member until its head snuggled into the hole between her vaginal lips. Then she sat down on his lap, his magnificent lovemaking instrument buried deep into her womb.

Both sighed with pleasure as they humped and pumped against each other.

After a few minutes Aiko announced her announced per impending orgasmic explosion with a squeal. Luther, who was barely able to hold back, finally lost control. He spurted his seed deep inside his Asian lover.

After they separated, they heard Tiana say, "It might be a good idea do make love only once if you don't to wear yourselves out prematurely. You know we've still got three more days and nights."

Aiko and Luther looked at each other and smiled.

"You've got a point, Tiana," Luther agreed.

They agreed that once was enough and feel into a deep sleep, each still lying in their lovers' arms.

* * *

Everyone slept in. The swingers agreed that brunches would be a good idea while they stayed in the cottages. Fruits and snacks were available of anyone became hungry before the dinner. The morning saw almost no sexual activity beyond the occasion feel or grope. After brunch, every one removed their clothes. Some went swimming in the lake or sun-tanned on its small beach. Others played badminton or went exploring around the cottage grounds while others. A few sat on the lunges to read or to talk.

After chatting with Aiko for a while, Gerald decided to walk along a path that roughly followed the circumference of the lake. He knew others had similar ideas but since privacy was not expected, he took the path anyway.

After a few minutes, he heard some sighs and groans. When he walked around a bend in the path, he saw Binal on her hands and knees performing fellatio on Chris' cock. Chris was on his back on the grass watching her perform. Her husband, Rajiv watched them both.

Rajiv smiled as he saw Gerald approach.

"She's decided not to wait for her turn with him," he informed Gerald.

Gerald raised an eyebrow. Binal was easily the shiest of the women in the two swinging groups but she was showing no shyness now.

He didn't reply. His eyes focussed on her lovely inviting behind. It was sticking up into the air revealing her light-chocolate luscious labial lips to whoever happened to be present. Gerald's cock started to swell as the thought of mounting her from behind flushed out all other thoughts.

"It looks like Binal has got your attention," Aiko said, startling Gerald.

Gerald realized that his mind was so focussed on Binal's sexual charms, that he had become oblivious to his surrounding.

Gerald broke his gaze and turned to his wife.

"Well, it seems to me, little wifey, Rajiv should get the same view of my wife as I'm getting of his."

"I got a better idea," Rajiv interjected. Without further ado, he lay on the grass a few feet away from Chris.

"I don't think he wants the view," Gerald observed, 'So give him what he really wants."

Aiko got down on her knees between Rajiv's legs, took hold of his swelling cock and started sucking it, quickly bringing it into full hardness.

The four lovers heard another sound. Someone else was about come around the turn in the path. It was Malcolm.

"Well, well, what do we have here," he said. It looks like the start of an orgy."

"There are two women with their inviting asses in the air," Gerald pointed out. So why don't you accept one of their invitations?"

"I think I will," Malcolm said.

He put his fingers on his chin as if he were mulling over which one to choose. Then he dropped onto his knees directly behind Aiko. He saw the moisture glisten between her nether lips. It turned her on the do fellatio on Rajiv and it turned on even more to know that another was contemplating the idea of mounting her.

Malcom put his fingers into Aik's pussy, confirming she was quite wet. After removing his shorts and underwear, he put the head of his cock between her pussy lips. With each stroke he penetrated a little more deeply each time. Finally, he had no more length to fill her with, so he pushed into her as if he were trying to reach places inside her body untouched by cock.

Gerald's own passion increased as he watched the four lovers pleasure each other. The site of naked female bottom centred by her exposed pussy would have been too much for any man, let alone Gerald. Gerald fixated his eyes. It drew him like a magnet. He quickly removed his own clothing, placed himself on his knees behind Binal, placed if fiery rod between her nether lips, grabbed onto he hips and then penetrated her in one stroke.

Binal grunted with the intrusion. She couldn't see who was taking her but it mattered to her. She only knew that the man who mounted her was one of the seven men in the two swinging groups other than her husband. She shoved her ass again him, welcoming him into the warmth of her interior.

"Yes, please take me," she hissed while taking her mouth off Chris' cock long enough to voice her sensual need.

Gerald needed no further invitation.

* * *

The rest of the long weekend at coital cottage seemed to pass by very quickly. The 16 lovers, especially the men, just managed to pace themselves enough to ensure that their night time partners received satsifaction before falling asleep.

On the last day, four cars of two couples left in the early afternoon to return to Toronto, where the Buffalo couples picked up their cars and headed directly for home.

"Unfortunately, we have to go back to work," Malcolm had explained, "but for sure we should this again some time."

Every one had agreed with that suggestion.

Aiko and Gerald drove back home with Tiana and Dion as their car was parked in Gerald's garage.

After they left, Aiko and Gerald sat down for some private time together.

"We are lucky to have a good life and a good," Aiko said.

"Yes, we are," agree Gerald. "We have our family, greats friends, both swinging and non-swinging. Even our jobs give us satisfaction. On top of all that, we have embraced our true human nature as social and sexual creatures. I like that old hippy slogan from the 1960s, 'make love, not war'. We are at peace with ourselves although I wish I could say the same for others outside out world."

THE END



A Swinging Odyssey



"You have?" she questioned.

"Of course, I have. It's almost impossible for a guy not to come across it at some point in their lives. You remember when I went to my cousin's stag party last year?"

"Yeah."

"His friends put on a hardcore porn movie."

"So did you enjoy watching it? she asked.

"Not really," he said, "it doesn't take long for it to get boring."

"You're joking. I though all guys get off on porn."

"Some do," he replied, "but doing it is a hell of a lot more fun than watching it on screen. When it comes to sex, I prefer to be a participant, not a spectator. I also think that what makes sex erotic is seduction and the anticipation of the pleasure to come, not the gross depiction of physical sexual acts you see in porn movies."

"So we've done it all." She was not sure if that was a statement of a question.

"No, hon, we haven't done it all. Rather, it's all we've done."

"You have a way with words, Gerald," Aiko replied laconically.

"We have had a really good sex life although we seem to be in the doldrums." To reassure his wife, he quickly added, "Let me clear. I'm not blaming you. You've done nothing wrong. I think we need to recharge, spice up our sex life."

"To be honest, Gerald, you have a point. I think I know what you mean. Maybe, we should find a way to get out of our rut."

"Well, Aiko, you're a librarian and librarians know how to look for information. Do you want to take on the task of finding out what's out there on the subject?"

Aiko blushed. "Me? But Gerald, you're a records manager. You know how to look for information too."

"It's not the same. We have similar skill sets, but use them for entirely different purposes," he replied. "You work in a science library. You've helped students do research projects on all kinds of subjects including sex. You told me so yourself. I'm asking you to use your search skills and knowledge to find information for us when you are at home."

"You have a point," Aiko said, "although I'm not sure I know what I should be looking for."

"You're very bright, my love. I'm sure you'll figure it out."

* * *

Two weeks later, Aiko announced that she had some results.

"I don't know if this is what we're really looking for," she said, "but this as good a place as any to start, I guess." Then she blushed. "I wasn't familiar with some of the terms so I looked them up. A lot of hits were porn sites, pretty graphic stuff."

"Not as good as the real thing, right?"

Aiko blushed again. "Right. Since we're looking for ways to spice up our love life, I compiled a list a variety of sexual preferences. I put them on a simple form in the form of questions requiring a grade from 1 to 5 for each preference: 1 means 'definitely no'; 2 means 'probably not'; 3 means 'unsure' or 'don't know'; 4 means 'probably interested'; 5 means 'very interested'."

"As you know, my little analytical sweetheart, he started to point out, "we have to avoid the temptation to rig the results for fear of the other's reaction. So let's establish some preconditions and rules."

"Sounds good to me," she concurred.

"Let's start with basic principles," he said. "We've always held to the belief that what happens between consenting adults is nobody else's business. The operative words are 'adults' and 'consenting'. So, anything involving children, violence or coercion is out even before we start."

"I'm ahead of you on that one," she interrupted. "I precluded them already."

"Otherwise," he continued, "most everything else should be listed."

Aiko nodded her agreement.

"Now, about the rules. Complete honesty should be our first rule.' He declared. There shouldn't be any anger, repercussions or resentments for any and all honest answers. That should be our second rule."

"Agreed. Honesty and no blowback," Aiko summarized. "This might get scary though."

"Yes, it might. We may be surprised or disappointed by each other's honest answers. The second rule enables the first rule. Right now, it's all just talk and fantasy, not reality."

"So far, we've just talked about spicing up our sex life," she observed. "Maybe one of us wants to turn fantasy into reality. We need a third rule: nothing happens unless we both agree. In other words, no means no for both of us."

"I agree, you sweet scrumptious little thing," he said smiling.

* * *

A few days later, Aiko's list of questions was ready. Each answered the questions separately on screen.

Gerald finished first. 'Well,' he thought, 'I see things here I'm sure Aiko finds disgusting. But I give her credit. She keeps an open mind. She left in whatever did not fall outside our 'consenting adults' principle.'

Aiko took a little longer than Gerald.

"I'm done," she finally announced. "It'll be easier to compare notes if we consolidate what we have on the screen into a two-column document."

When she finished combining their answers on the screen, they looked at the result.

"I see a few questions where we both gave the lowest possible score. It's a long list. They are irrelevant. So to save time, let's just delete them right now." Aiko said. "And we should probably also delete those where one of us gave a 1."

"Agreed in most cases," he said simply. He noted the Aiko was taking an interest in what they were doing.

"Is that a qualification dear?"

"Yes it is, but we'll get to it in a minute," he said.

The exclusions were interesting but not surprising given the couple's long-held attitudes. But he stopped her from deleting the question relating submission."

"But you put down a 1," she protested.

"Yes dear, because I take no interest in submission. But I like the idea of being a dominant. So our inclinations are complementary. They should stay on our list for now."

"It makes sense," she conceded.

"Let's get back to them on the weekend," he suddenly interrupted. "We have already learned a lot about ourselves. We should mull over them over for a while. A little more further thinking might prompt us to amend an answer."

* * *

When the weekend arrived, Gerald asked his wife if she was ready to talk some more.

"Sure," she said.

They looked at the grades they gave to each question. They made no further changes.

Gerald read the results again. "Right off the bat, hon, I see a certain agreement in our answers about swinging and interracial sex."

"We're an interracial couple already, Gerald."

"Oh yeah, good catch, good point," he chuckled. "But I think we both understand that we aren't talking about our relationship to each other."

"True," Aiko replied."

"At the top of what's left," she said, "is swinging, and, to a lesser extent, group sex."

"I'm a little confused by these other categories," Gerald said. "It could be argued that threesomes and group sex are variations of swinging. In the old days, swinging used to mean single people picking each other up at bars for casual sex."

"And you seem curious about cuckoldry," she pointed out.

"I don't get that one," he admitted, "a mild interest in cuckoldry seems incompatible with dominance."

"Your logic is unsound, Gerald."

"What do you mean?"

"Our preferences can change. We've changed. For example, twenty years ago, this conversation would never have taken place. Our preferences can also change depending on the situation."

"Very true," he agreed.

"Sex is not about logic but about procreation, sexual pleasure and even social cohesion. Each human being is unique although, of course, we can have many similarities and shared interests."

Aiko was now in lecture mode.

"People's personalities can be very complex and even contradictory. It all depends on the situation, the people we know and interact with, and the environment, physical, economic, etc. that we live in."

She stopped for a moment.

"While helping clients do research on human sexuality, I couldn't help but become familiar with the issues. Many specialists in human sexuality have difficulty explaining why human sexual behaviour constantly collides with the prevailing social mores."

Gerald knew he had a very intelligent wife but sometimes she really impressed him. This was one of those times.

Aiko was still lecturing. "As a species, we are innately social and sexual at the same time. It's written in our genes, Gerald. If you strip away the society's moralistic trappings, you have a creature that has a lot in common with bonobos."

"Bonobos?" Gerald questioned. "Is that some kind of Italian sausage?"

"No silly, they're apes. They look like chimpanzees except they're more gracile. Both species are our closest relatives in the animal kingdom. The genetic difference between them and us is only 1.6%. Sexually, bonobos behave just like humans. They can, and do, have sex at any time. Sex isn't just about reproduction. Like us they fuck for fun."

A little embarrassed, Aiko giggled at her own choice of words.

"Humans and bonobos are the only two animals on the planet for whom sex is part of their social life. Hunter-gatherer societies, like those of our remote ancestors, were very similar. Food and sex were shared. It changed with the rise of farming and private property."

"I like bonobos, Gerald said.

"I bet you do!" Aiko squealed and squirmed, not because of what he said but because of what he did.

While Aiko was talking about the sex among the apes, Gerald had stepped behind her, slipped a hand inside her blouse and pushed off her bra to massage her breast. Meanwhile, the other hand had snaked its way into her panties where it massaged her other feminine assets. He pressed his growing hard-on against her behind for good measure. The talk about sex had made them both horny.

"Lets play bonobo," he panted into her ear."

"Okay," she said hoarsely.

They were in a mood for a quickie. She ran to the bedroom. He followed. Clothes flew. He pounced on her, slipping his stiff member easily into her hot humid canal. They humped against each other, he driving in as deeply as he could, she doing her best to allow him to penetrate deeply. They arrived at their blissful burst at the same time.

Now that they were sated, Gerald said out loud. "What the hell came over us? I don't recall ever becoming horny from talking about the sex life of animals."

"Maybe their sex life appeals to our inner being, to our genetically engrained human nature," she said softly.

"Umm," was all Gerald could say.

*

Coming soon, Chapter 2 Testing Water: Aiko and Gerald Explore the swingers' world.