12 comments/ 102127 views/ 21 favorites Asian MILF Explores Swinging By: myasianwife69 This story is based on real people and real events. It describes a couple's journey from fantasy to real swinging. The journey is not complete, for it has just begun; nor does it traverse along a straight and narrow path. Each person who experiences the alternative lifestyle approaches it in their own time and manner - some jump in with both feet, others barely dip a toe in, while the majority are probably in-between. This is also not a cuckold story. It is a look into the emotions, sensations and tribulations of real people taking their fantasies to the next level. There are several chapters to this adventure and the first series is portrayed from the wife's point of view. For those interested, there is a thread titled, "Asian wife exploring...true story to be submitted" under the Amateur Pic Feedback forum group. There you will see pictures, some of which are depicted in the story. Finally, this first attempt at writing erotica could not have happened without many wonderful editors who generously gave their time: talldarkandrandom, wife2hotblkmen, roszezwild. Much appreciation also to McGyver and a very special thank you to RedHead*Muse who put the necessary finishing touches. Thank you for your interest in our journey and welcome all comments. Chapter 1: Present day -- 3:00am I couldn't believe I had done what I just did. Driving home at three in the morning, my dress crumpled and hair in a mess, my mind was full of conflict. The conflict of relishing an intoxicating two hours of sex with another man -- married, and the guilt racing through my mind as I drove home to Robert, my loving husband of over 15 years. Even though Robert planted the seed of this evening, and we enjoyed our first swingers dance the previous month, I still felt torn. So many images were flooding my mind -- our college days when Robert and I would fuck every day, spending Sundays in bed screwing each other like rabbits, getting up only to feed our hunger, video-taping our sessions; recently, Robert showing me off on the web cam and the intense orgasms I experienced from talking with men (and women) online. There was no doubt about the deep love we share for each other. In fact, as the early morning ended with Robert and I falling asleep in each other's arms after having some of our most intense sex ever, my love for him and his for me was stronger than ever before. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. Can you tell that I'm still all over the place with the recent events, as I try to put in words the emotions and sensations that consumed me? I suppose at this point in the story I should put in the requisite description of myself. I'm 41, a mother of three darling children, wife to a loving husband and a businesswoman. I'm of Asian descent and stand 5'4". I won't give out my weight, for like most women I feel I could stand to lose a few pounds. Having had children, I have a "mummy's tummy", which the female readers who are mothers can relate to -- no matter how much I work out, I just can't seem to get rid of that tiny reminder of bringing children into the world. My breasts are small (about 36B), though Robert says they look like those of someone 20 years younger -- firm and perky, especially with my large hard nipples. Truth be told, I think breast-feeding probably had a lot to do with the shrinkage in size! I have rather large round eyes for an Asian woman; my skin is fair and smooth. I do tan easily and love to get tan lines, as it turns Robert on immensely to be fucking me doggy style and seeing the contrast in color. Like most Asian women, I'm on the slim side, but have curvy hips that allow for good "handling" as Robert says. Chapter 2 - Two months earlier: Rob and I have always been vocal in our lovemaking. He would always know what to say, filling my mind with incredibly lustful erotic images to get my juices flowing. Starting a few years ago, most of the "dirty talks" centered on having others join us, and more specifically, me being pleasured by other men and women of all shapes, sizes and color. Ever since college, I've had an active sex life. Once, after fucking my boyfriend at the time, I asked if I could visit his roomie, as I knew he had the hots for me and I was feeling extremely horny that night. Wrapped in only a thin bed sheet, with baited breath, I slowly opened his roomie's bedroom door and saw the look of delightful surprise on his face. I could tell he had been stroking his cock while he listened to us fucking next door because he had his hand under the blanket and his one knee bent forming a tent. With a devilish grin and without a word, I dropped the sheet, exposing my young, firm, freshly fucked body. Standing there completely naked, I sauntered over to the edge of his bed, all the time looking straight into his eyes. I was wet from having had orgasms earlier and the anticipation of having another guy touch me, feel me and fill me up shortly afterward, had my whole body charged with excitement. I don't recall kissing him, as I thought the act of kissing to be that of an intimate show of love for the person -- strange how the mind works. I was about to fuck another guy, to have him taste my juices and to feel his cock grow in my mouth and yet the thought of kissing was almost taboo -- up until recently this perception ruled. Reaching down, I pulled his blanket off. As I bent over, provocatively absorbing his scent, I took in the shape and size of his cock. My heart was pounding so loudly in my ears that it seemed to echo in the silent room. All I thought about was his cock, how it looked, felt and smelled different than my boyfriend's. He was already leaking precum and as I took him in my mouth, the clear slightly sweet liquid coated my tongue and throat. Moaning, I slowly engulfed him, reaching between my legs to feel the wetness drench my fingers. I knew we were both ready -- this was not the time for prolonged foreplay. Pulling him out of my mouth and using my hand, I gripped him tight around the shaft and gently stroked the head. I told him to put a condom on. He quickly pulled one out of his nightstand drawer, tearing the pouch with his teeth, between moans of pleasure from my continued stroking and sucking. His cock coated with pre-cum and my saliva made squishing sounds with my hand movement. Stepping back to get ready, he rolled the condom over his cock head and looked up at me. I smiled and leaning close to his face whispered, "I'm going to ride you." The feeling of having another cock in me right after being fucked hard was incredible. My pussy is on the small side and after I cum I get extremely tight. Even now after having kids, Robert loves how tight I feel after he has given me orgasms with his fingers and enters my pussy. I rode the roommate slowly, savoring the feeling of having sex with another man. Call it slutty or sleazy or sexy or whatever you want, but to have two men lusting after you at the same time is a turn-on. I picked up my pace, grinding my clit harder against his pubic bone, and feeling myself getting tighter and tighter as his hands roamed upward to cup and squeeze my breasts. Just as I was about to go over the edge, I felt him grow harder and then explode inside me. I was disappointed that he could not last longer, but he explained that he was so turned on from listening to me and then having me ride him, that he couldn't hold back. Looking back, I suppose that night was a sign of my desire to have sex with multiple partners. However, after marrying Robert, I had no interest in seeking pleasure from others. In fact, I would not have accepted Robert "ordering from another menu". Both of us were raised in a conservative Asian culture, and marriage was a covenant between a man and a woman, and the union was exclusive. I won't lie and say that I don't notice other attractive looking men. But for me, that is where it ended -- looking was fine. It was Rob's constant verbal painting of images of me with others that slowly, but surely began to filter into my thoughts as I masturbated or made love to my husband. One night Robert showed me our profile on a swinger website and the pictures he placed there. He had me sit in the chair in front of the computer desk, while he stood next to me. "Rob," I screamed horrified, "What did you do? I thought you said you erased those pictures of me and of us?" "I couldn't get rid of them. You look so damn sexy and you know I love showing you off," he insisted. "But you promised not to show them. They were for only you," my eyes rapidly scanned the monitor. "Oh god, you didn't put that one up?" pointing to the shot of me lifting my skirt with one hand exposing my shaved pussy with a thin landing strip, and the other pulling down my top and cupping my breast. "Yup. And they love it," Robert replied. "What! Others have already seen them?" as I pushed him off the chair, clicking the mouse madly. "Oh that one of me in the peach panties is nice. And that one of me holding the fishnet shawl over my naked front turned out kind of good... hmmm, not bad. They actually look sexy... and you hid my tummy. Thank you for that," as I playfully punched Robert. "But what if someone recognizes me?" "I only put up the ones that don't show our faces. Besides, I already chatted with some couples about the swingers' dance and they said you looked hot. And the other part of it that I liked was that these people are just your everyday average people. They could be neighbors. Sue, look at their profiles. See this one...curiousfuncouple is their user name. They are in their forties, have kids, are professionals and require discretion. See, just like us baby," Robert explained. "I don't know about all this," I said, nervously. "Honey, the one thing that struck out at me was that 'no' means 'no'. There is no sex at the dance since it's in a public venue, even though it's rented out for private use. People will do a lot of touching and booty grinding and maybe some flashing of the boobs, but if you say 'no' they will stop," he said. "And there is no sex?" I queried. "Nope. Mind you, if you like someone then you can make arrangements for afterwards, but these dances are mostly for meeting other couples into swinging," Robert reassured me. "I like that - the part of 'no' I mean. And as for the sex, well we'll see," I stated, as my reservations were slowly dwindling. Around the same time, I met a client, a Hungarian named Nikolai. I knew right away he desired to get inside my panties (actually my preference is thongs). I shared this with Rob, since I knew he loved the thought of other men (and women) lusting after me. Nikolai was about my husband's height and build and married. Robert met him when he dropped off some business papers for me at Nikolai's apartment. Later on, I needed to get documents signed by Nikolai. I found Nikolai to be very attractive. The previous times we met, he would touch my hand or arm, giving me tingling sensations. I also stole glimpses of his excitement. As our business meetings continued, I could feel the sexual tension growing. Each of us wanted to explore more, but was restrained by our respective obligations and sense of morals. Our eyes would linger longer than normal on each other in the meetings at my office. And his baby-blue eyes would at times captivate me. The most comforting aspect about him was a sense of chivalry and gentlemanliness. Then, Nikolai invited me over for him to sign some documents I would bring, but at a time when his wife and kids would be out. "Rob, I have to meet up with Nikolai tomorrow night... at his place... alone," I said apprehensively. He turned around with the smile of a Cheshire cat, "Then I better get you ready." "Stop it Rob. You know this could be serious. Are you sure about me meeting him alone? I mean, why do you want me to have sex with another man?" I asked, knowing full well what his answer would be. "Honey we've talked about this for a long time. We both love it when I describe you being licked by another man or seeing you with another woman, even though you are not quite ready for one. It's not that I don't love you, or that you do not turn me on anymore. In fact it's the opposite. I love you more then ever and I find you incredibly sexy. Any woman half your age would die to be able to have multiple orgasms and to squirt when you're properly stimulated," Robert replied lovingly. "But I love how you make me feel. I love how you can make me cum so quickly and often. I just don't know about this entire swing thing. All I want is you," I argued. "Sue, you know how I love staring at your body. You know it turns me on seeing your ass in your stretch pants, wearing only a thong or nothing underneath. You know that I'm proud of you and that I'm proud to see others steal glances at you," he emphasized. Wanting to push my doubts aside he went on, "Besides, it's just sex. I'm confident in our relationship and I know you are too. You are the one that I want to spend my life with; to put up with my many little nuances, my dirty laundry. With someone else, it's just no-strings attached sex. And that's what I like about these swingers. I'm sure they will be just like us when we meet them at the dance." I continued to scroll through the swinger website looking at other couples' pictures, realizing they were indeed similar to us. Some had very erotic pictures while others seemed more down-to-earth. "Don't you remember how wet you got when we were on the web cam and you got those guys talking to you and seeing them cum? What about the time you were so hot that a woman texted us and wanted to voice with you? You were so turned on hearing her talking to you and cumming, that you came so hard it made her want you even more," my husband asked, stroking my neck and shoulders. Robert can be very persuasive. He is able to say the right things, in the proper manner, at the most opportune time, and delivers them with a deep, soothing masculine voice. I guess that's why our sex life has always been great and creative. But this swing thing was a whole different situation. I replied, "Baby, it's just weird having someone else touch me or to be touching another person." "Yes, but you know you love the idea. Remember that time in college you told me about when you fucked two guys in one night right after each other?" he countered. My body reacted immediately to those words and the vivid memory. I could not deny the wetness starting to form and I knew that Robert knew it was there, too. "And you love the idea of having a black man grab your ass hard while he is licking your shaved Asian pussy." Rob kneeled in front of me, running his hands over my ass and planting hard kisses while slowly pulling my panties down with his fingers looped under the elastic. "Oh baby that feels good. God, I love it when you do that," I spoke, my knees trembling. "Mmmm - do you think he will like my pussy baby?" I moaned leaning back, as I closed my eyes and held Robert's head against my hard clit. "I'm imagining a black man licking me, seeing and feeling his large black hands against my white skin." Groaning loudly, Robert increased the urgency of licking my clit, planting his mouth tightly in a vacuum-like suction. I sighed, "Yes that's it. Spread me wide. Suck my clit. Harder. Harder." "I want to spread your beautiful pussy lips while I'm caressing you from behind, so I can see your pussy. I'll tell him to go ahead and smell my wife's sweet scent and to feel her baby-soft pussy lips," he spoke excitedly. "Ohhhh, yessss I do want it, baby. I do want to see the lust of another man and to feel his desire. To have his mouth on my cunt, his hands fingering me, groping my ass, pinching my nipples", I replied in rasping tones. "Uh huh," Robert replied between kisses and nibbles of my clit. "I know he'll love it baby. You taste soooo good, so fucking good! I can't wait to smell you and eat you after you've been fucked by another man." I barely managed to speak. The image of Robert loving me so much that he would eat my fucked cunt usually removes any final inhibitions I have. "Yes, I do want another man's cock in me.... I want it all. I want him to taste my shaved Asian cunt and tell me how good it tastes. I want to feel his cock grow in my mouth. I want him to lick my rim and finger me. I want it all!" as I ground my cunt hard into my husband's mouth. "Oh baby, its coming. Uh huh it's coming. Oh baby, don't stop, don't stop," I cry out, grabbing a clump of his hair - pulling and pushing his head at the same time, my pelvis thrusting up at him. I feel the tremors starting like a small tornado going round and round in my pussy, winding faster and faster as I focus on Robert's mouth. He's grinding hard against my clit. His fingers are curled inside me, pressing my g-spot, while I imagine being impaled on another man's cock. "Squeeze his fingers. Squeeze your cunt. Show him how tight you can get," Rob commanded in a soft, whispery voice. "Oh fuck baby, make me cum! Make me cum, baby!" I yell. Suddenly, images of Nikolai interrupt and flood my mind. I see Rob behind me directing my mind while Nikolai samples my offering. "Tell me you want it." Between sucks and licks, Rob calmly says, "Tell me you want to be fucked by someone else." "Yes, yes, yes! I want to fuck another man. Yessssssss. Oh fuck, it feels so good," as my body shakes violently and my legs stiffen, toes curled. Rob's head is buried between my legs with his fingers inside me. Drifting back down from my heights, panting, my mouth dry and my body and mind are wanting more, so much more. Moving up to my face, Robert kisses me passionately. "Taste yourself. Taste what I've enjoyed all these years and soon what Nikolai will have." I savor the taste of my juices on my husband's lips, tongue and imagine that it is Nikolai kissing me. My body is limp, but my clit is throbbing. "I want to watch you cum again. Rub your self for him," Robert commands, as he moves around the chair and holds me from behind. "I love your tits. I love the feel, so firm and the hard nipples. That's it baby. Rub your sweet clit. See him watching you. See Nikolai's cock getting hard like it never has before. Feel his cock baby. Feel it slowly filling your mouth. Breathe in his scent. Look at his face. He's so turned on watching my wife devouring his married cock with her warm wet mouth." "Yes. I can see it baby. I want to see it," panting as my stiff middle finger rapidly moves sideways across my engorged clit, my right arm flexed and every inch of my body focused on that sensitive knob. "I know he wants me. I can tell. A woman knows." "Spread your legs for him baby. That's it. Let him see you so vulnerable. Let him know that he can have you completely." Moaning loudly and squeezing my legs tight, I reply, "Yes he can fuck me all night long. It feels so good. I'm so close." "Cum all over his face baby. Drown him in your sweet juices." He squeezes my tits while pinching and pulling my nipples at the same time. "Oh oh oh, baby it's so fucking good. Pinch them harder. Oh fuck." My blood drains from my face, as my body goes taut with spasms brought on by fingering my clit. Robert barely holding on desperately gropes my breasts. He was trying to time his attack on my tits and nipples with my growing spasms. "Oh fuck, here it comes baby. Oh it feels sooo good...sooo fucking... uuggghh." My eyes shut wide, my legs trembling. "Cum all over his face baby. Drown him in your sweet juices." "Oh baby, oh baby. Hold me... the room is spinning," I cried out, breathing rapidly as my body shivers with mini-tremors. "Mmmm I love how you cum. Promise me you will be vocal and loud when you cum with Nikolai," Robert said as he gently kissed my mouth, saturating my dry lips with his saliva. I nod, but then doubt and uncertainty came slowly fading in. Will I actually go through with it? Asian MILF Explores Swinging Ch. 02-03 This chapter follows up on chapters 1 and 2 submitted a week earlier. It is highly recommended that you the beginning of this series to get a full understanding of the emotions of traveling down the alternative lifestyle path. For those not having the time to read the first installment, Sue is a married loving wife and mother who enjoys the incorporation of fantasies of others taking her. More details of her are in the first installment. This series explores the human emotions and behavior of swinging from the woman's perspective. As mentioned in the first installment, this series is based on real events and real people... names and places have been changed to protect the "innocent". We pick up the adventure where Sue prepares for and meets with the man that had shown overt interest in her. Again many thanks to McGyver and RedHead*Muse for their editorial expertise. Chapter 3 – The Next Night at Nikolai's I was nervous like a teenager on a first date. That evening Robert prepared everything needed to shave my pussy. He slowly pulled one of my lips across the opening and gently shaved against the grain, ensuring a very smooth shave. With each stroke of the razor he would plant warm soft kisses, telling me how smooth I am and how "he" would love my Asian pussy. As his mesmerizing words carried me to my fantasyland, I closed my eyes and caressed my breasts. I imagined Nikolai and others touching me, exploring my body, and their cocks throbbing and oozing with precum. To know that others find me erotic and wanting to fuck me is a turn-on, but then what woman would not find itdoes not find that arousing? Soon my nipples were hard like pencil erasers, and accidental brushes by my hand sent shivers down my spine, releasing even more wetness between my thighs. I knew Robert was doing this on purpose, as he knows how I can explode with orgasm when he builds my desires up. Finished shaving, he then did the tongue test, where he slowly lapped slides his tongue up my lips to feel for any bristles. When satisfied, he planted his mouth tightly around my clit and simultaneously sucked, flicked and nibbled my clit with his tongue and teeth, while slowly caressing my soaked walls with his fingers. I was on fire as I imagined it to be Nikolai between my legs. I was on the verge of orgasm when Robert suddenly stopped. Smiling with my juices glistening off his mouth and chin, he kissed me softly on my mouth and told me to quickly shower. Damn, I hate it when he teases me like that. But I knew he was getting me ready. I lathered my body completely, enjoying the soothing massage of the cascading water. Facing the stream, I aimed the showerhead on my pussy, paying special attention to my clit, while my fingers dug deep inside to clean every crevice. I was tempted to reach a much-needed release, but decided to save myself. As I stepped out of the shower, I saw that he had laid out an outfit for me, including a lacy black thong and matching bra. I just giggled and bit my lower lip as my clit continued to throb. "Mmmm you smell good baby," as Robert said, as he came up behind me and cupped my breasts, pushing his hard cock against my ass. "I want you to wear the black skirt and white blouse that show off your ass and tits." "Okay. But don't be surprised if I don't do anything tonight. I'm not sure if I'm ready," I replied, as I nervously slipped on the clothing. I was wondering if I would actually go through with it. Softly, he asked, "What's the matter honey? Why are you hesitating? You know he wants to fuck you tonight. He's planned it so his family is away and you'll be alone with him." Hesitatingly, I said, "...because... I'm ... afraid..." "Afraid?. Afraid of what?" Robert coaxingly replied. "Afraid that I might like it too much and end up fucking others on a constant basis." I let out a sigh of relief at having expressed my fear. "Oh baby, if that's what you are worried about, then that's exactly what I want. I know you love me and you know its only sex and you must always make sure a condom is used. We'll start with just you and the guy and then when you're comfortable I'll join. From there we can move on to couples and groups, but first things first. And I know despite your comments of not being interested in women that once a woman kisses your pussy you will let go and love every second of it." "And the reason why I know this is that you are very sensual. Look how easily you get stimulated and how you can squirt. You know all women are capable of squirting, but most can't, so you are one of the fortunate ones. Besides, I want you to experience the joy of being with someone else. Oh, and don't forget to splash a touch of my favorite perfume on your pussy – he'll love it as much as I do." His reasons sounded so logical and yet part of me still had trouble viewing things as simply as Rob could. I guess that's the difference between men and women. When it comes to sex, their needs are fairly simple but for us women, it's more of the sensual, the touching, and the caressing, along with the hardcore fucking. Be thankful, I thought to myself, that Rob is aware of all my needs and takes pleasure in providing them. ================================== I stood by the intercom to the apartment complex and nervously pressed Nikolai's number. I felt butterflies in my stomach. God, I was nervous. "Hello," Nikolai's warm accented voice came out of the tiny speaker. "Hi.... It's umm me... Sue." I stammered and kicked myself for sounding like an inexperienced teenager. Get a grip, Sue, I told myself as I rode the elevator up – for Pete's sake, you're a middle aged mother with a body that your husband drools over and that others still find desirable. Approaching his door, I saw him standing there waiting for me, dressed in fashionable jeans and a tight fitting golf shirt. His eyes took me in as he gestured for me to enter. I just stared into his captivating blue eyes and light brownish cropped hair. After he closed the door, Hhe reached out to hugand hugged me, holding me tighter than what a friendly hug should have been. I caught a scent of his cologne and closed my eyes, feeling my nipples starting to stiffen against my lace bra and silk blouse. After what seemed like forever, we separated and entered the kitchen area. I placed my portfolio on the counter, unzipping it and pulling out the documents. "Right down to business I see. May I offer you something to drink, coffee, tea, or... something else?" he asked, smiling gently. "Actually a glass of water is what I really need," I replied. To quench my dry mouth, I thought to myself. "Water it is," he said with that charming smile and sparkling eyes. Looking around the place I could see signs of his family – photos, mementoes, and it dawned on me that here I was with a married man, having thoughts of fucking him. What kind of woman was I? How would I feel if Rob were doing this? I know I would not be pleased. In fact I'd be down right angry – a double standard maybe, but that is how I felt. Again, the doubts started to take over and I guess Nikolai noticed my pensive look. "Is something bothering you Sue?" he queried. "Um, sorry, no nothing ... just was going over the documents and what we need to do in the next stage," I lied, hoping he found it believable. I reached for the glass and my fingers accidentally touched his hand. Electric shivers went shooting through my arm and right down into my pussy. I could see on his face that he felt the same sensation as his eyes lingered on my petite hand partly covering his thick fingers. His mouth was slightly parted and it seemed like an eternity of silence. As we got into talking about the project, I began to feel more comfortable. At one point we had to step over to the wall to feel the texture of the paint. He stepped slightly behind me and held the back of my hand and pressed against the wall. I quietly gasped at his touch. "Do you feel the difference, Sue?" as his hand tightly held mine. "Now run your hand up and down, and you can really feel the difference." The sexual charge was palpable. I didn't know if he was referring to the quality of the paint or if he had another meaning. That's when I felt his hard cock hard pressing against my ass through his pants. The thin skirt I wore did nothing to shield the hardness and I could tell he was aroused. "If you don't mind me saying, you smell lovely. What perfume are you wearing?" he asked. "Um, wearing? Oh, just some perfume that my husband likes. It's Chanel Allure," I responded. "Well he has fine taste," Nikolai commented. I felt cornered with my body near the wall, Nikolai pressing against my ass and his hand squeezing mine. My breathing became rapid and I knew that my pussy was flowing. Normally, I am in control of my emotions and situation, especially when dealing with men. But this was different. My husband had given me permission to fuck Nikolai. He had even shaved my pussy and picked out my clothes. I knew from all the signals that Nikolai wanted me and part of me wanted it too. Somehow, we managed to move away from the wall. Nikolai was a gentleman. He sensed my apprehension and probably picked up on my desire as well. As I gathered the documents, he stood by the door, smiling and reached out to hug me good-bye. Like the first time, I felt myself enjoying the sensation of having another man touch me, both of us feeling the heightened sexual tension. This time though, I felt his hard cock. There was no mistaking it as his erection pressed hard just above my pussy. His arms were tight around my shoulders and I pressed my chest against his, knowing that he could feel my hard nipples. My conscience and anxiety took over then. We slowly parted, his hands trailing down my bare arms, again sending shivers down my spine. It was as if we both didn't want to let go. "I should go," I softly said, my eyes drifting downward. After a moment Nikolai nodded reluctantly, "Yes. Thank you for coming by to work on the project with me." I slowly made my way to the car, my thoughts in conflict. "Go back and fuck him," it screamed. "No, this is wrong. Even if Rob gives me permission, it's not right." I sat in my car, my head on the steering wheel, debating whether to rush back up or to drive home. Part of me wanted to see Nikolai running out to get me – I would have gone with him. Ultimately, I went home. Later, I would find out from Nikolai how desperately he wanted me. For those of you reading this who are disappointed that nothing happened, it shows that taking the next step of including others into your sex life is a very serious matter and not to be taken lightly. So many complications can arise both physically and socially. I won't lie and say that I didn't want to fuck Nikolai. God, I wanted to see what his cock looked like and to feel it grow in my mouth. I wanted to see his eyes looking up at me and to have his mouth suck on my clit. I wanted to hear him moan for me and to lust after me, as he savored my Asian pussy and as I took him in my mouth. I wanted to feel his animalistic lust while he grabbed my hips and fucked me hard, slamming into me from behind, my shouting for him to fuck me harder and to never stop. So what stopped me? Many things: my love for Robert; my fear of being seen by someone I knew; how I might feel about myself afterwards; how his wife would feel; and what might happen to Robert and I if I enjoyed the sex too much. Robert was waiting for me at the top of the stairs when I returned. He knew that I did not go through with it since the time elapsed was too short. We went about our nightly chores and duties getting the kids ready for bed and preparing for another day. Later that night, as we were settling into bed, I explained to him what transpired, my emotions and why I stopped. He rolled towards me, "Baby, I love you so much. I'm not disappointed. I'm sorry I pushed you so hard tonight. I knew you were not ready. But you will be soon," he reassured me. Robert confidently took over my body and mind, playing with my pleasure points like a master masseuse. That night our lovemaking grew from sweet loving caresses to full fledged hardcore pounding (as loud as we could be with a house full of our kids and guests!). Robert enjoyed his handy work, tasting my shaved pussy and bringing me to multiple orgasms with his mouth and fingers. He alternated with giving me an orgasm from stimulating my clit and then using his fingers on my g-spot. When my clit was not so sensitive, he gently covered my clit with my lips, slowly sucking me to another mind-blowing orgasm, while filling me with two fingers. He would then pull them out at the height of my climax, which ultimately resulted in me violently thrashing with stiff legs, stifling my screams and squirting all over his hand. He was not done. His eyes flared like a beast possessed. His breathing was rapid and short. "Crawl to me," he commanded while he stood and moved back, watching my body obey as I slinked toward him, my ass swaying like a feline, my perky tits pointing straight down. I wanted to suck his cock, to feel it grow and feel the power I derive from making him hard, and he sensed it. "No, not tonight; tonight you are going to just be fucked. Fucked like Nikolai would have fucked you. Just pure sex," Robert stated in a dominating voice. A soft moan escaped my mouth as I kneeled in front of him on all fours. My eyes fixated on his throbbing cock head engorged with blood, turning it a deep shade of purple. His precum seeped out and flowed under his mushroom cap. "Oh, please let me taste you, Robert. Please let me feel you grow in my mouth," I begged. "No. I know how much you love oral. Tonight I am going to fuck you – just pure fucking. Sex, raw sex that you would have experienced with him." Reaching for my hips, he roughly turned me around, I screamed, "Ohhhh," as he smacked my ass with his open hand. Again and again he spanked me. "Oh fuck," I moaned. I felt my cheeks sting and burn, while at the same time my clit tingled and my juices steadily streamed into the open. "Good girl. That's my girl. See how wet you are now. Nikolai would have loved it. Listen to how wet you are." I heard my husband's fingers squishing in and out of my tight entrance. "God I love how you look from behind," he said, as he raced his hands up and down the sides of my body stopping at my hips and gripping me hard. "Oh please fuck me, baby!" "Say his name. Call out for him," his voice rainged in my ear. I felt Robert's warm breath against the side of my face and his cock head tantalizing my hole. "Fuck me... Nikolai," I tentatively whispered. "Louder." I heard Rob firmly command. "Fuck Me NikIKolai," I cried out as images of Nikolai's face, body and hands seeped into my mind. "LOUDER. Tell him what you want," Rob's daunting voice directed. "FUCK ME NIKOLAI. Fuck my Asian cunt. Fuck me hard," I groaned as my mind flew back to our encounter. I could still smell his scent; could still feel his touch on my hand, and the pressure of his hard cock straining against my ass and tummy. "Good girl. I'm so proud of you baby," as Rob showered me with his love. "YES, YES, YES, put it IN," I panted, reaching under me to grab "his" cock. In one rapid thrust Rob took my breath away, slamming into me, forcing my head to crash against the carpeted floor. "Feel him baby. Feel his hands on your hips like I'm doing now. Feel him slapping your beautiful ass," Robert growled between stinging slaps of my ass, turning it to a pale pink shade and glowing with warmth. "Feel his cock deep inside you," Robert grunted as he thrust painfully deep. "Oh fuck yes. Fuck me Nikolai. Fuck this married cunt. That's it...fuck me hard. My husband loves it when another guy fucks me. Take me. Harder, harder." I was intoxicated with the image of turning into a slut and loving every second of "him" fucking me. Robert was no longer there. It was Nikolai's cock pounding into me. It was his hands gripping my hips and pulling me back into him. "Make me cum Nikolai. You can have my pussy...my ass... all of me. Just fuck me!" Robert's cock throbbed at that moment. I felt his cock surge with my words. "I'm cumming baby." Rob panted. "He's cumming..." "Oh yesssssssssss. Fill me." I joined Robert/Nikolai as my fingers danced over my clit. "Oh fuck I'm cumming..." I exclaimed. Robert had done it again. With his powerful words he managed to wipe away my doubt and expose my inner desires of yearning to experience another person. Both of us collapsed, panting, onto our backs on the bed, and we slipped into that blissful after-glow. I fell contentedly asleep in my loving husband's arms, as he left his cock buried inside my warm, wet pussy. In the next chapter, I'll explain the event that eventually turned my mind around to accepting the act of having sex with another person, the act itself - bringing my acceptance full circle to the point where I'm driving home at three in the morning, and what happened between Robert and me. Thank you for taking the time to read our story and hope you are enjoying the journey. Please remember to vote and if interested visit our thread titled "Asian MILF exploring" We especially hope to hear from those that are in the lifestyle or are fantasying about it – from both the wife and husband point of view. Asian MILF Explores Swinging Ch. 04 To fully understand our frame of mind and what moved us to reach this stage, please take the time to read the previous chapters. Note that Ch02 contains chapter 3. You might also enjoy visiting our thread in Lit's Amateur Pic Feedback. There are some pictures of us and they might help you visualize our looks. But hopefully, our story is written well enough to paint more vivid pictures. This is a continuation of "MILF Asian wife explores swinging". The previous chapters described the evolution of a loving couple's exploration of fantasies involving others and the first opportunity for Sue to take that step with another man. We now move ahead by a couple of weeks where Rob and Sue are sitting in their car in the parking lot of the night club where the private swingers' dance is taking place. This series is written from the wife's point of view with a follow-on series to express the thought process in a husband's mind. * "Rob, let's stay in the car for a little bit longer. I want to see what other types of people go into the swing club," I nervously giggled, watching the couples arrive. I was paying attention to the women dressed in tight revealing outfits. "Don't worry honey, you look hot. That black one piece dress clings to you in all the right places. And it shows that you are not wearing a bra." Robert reached over and rolled my nipples between his fingers, making them protrude against the dress like little knobs. "Maybe I should have worn something more revealing. Look at her with the tight mini-skirt. My God, if she leans over she'll expose herself...I wonder if she is naked underneath", I mentioned mostly to myself. I couldn't help but compare myself to the other women. Was I too short, too stubby, not curvy enough, too small breasted? Will the men in the club find me attractive enough to wish to dance with me? All these thoughts were racing through my mind. "Oh I'm sure she is. If not, then she's got on a very tiny thong. But you know what, I think the men and women will be staring at you tonight. I haven't seen any other Asian couples and I know you will stand out even if the club is full of them." Robert leaned over to brush his hand across my nipples making them harder, literally poking through the dress. "You always know what to say. Oh I still can't believe I'm here." I strummed the dashboard with my fingers, leaning forward and scanning the parking lot as it started to fill up. "There's another couple. They must be doing well, driving a Benz. And they look older than us." "Yup, they seem nice, a bit of a paunch on him. Wife looks like she tans all year round, a bit too much -- you can see her wrinkled neck and face. See, there are lots of average looking people here. But they all have one thing in common -- sex. It's just sex to them and you can see that the couples are in love. I bet they are secure in each other." Rob reassured me. Rob leaned over and slowly turned my head with his hand kissing me ever so softly. With increasing intensity, his tongue probed my mouth dancing with my tongue as his hand fully cupped and caressed my face. Pulling away, I still felt his lingering kiss of love and passion and when I opened my eyes I saw his gorgeous smile and heard him say, "I love you Sue and no matter what happens I will always love you, cherish you, and worship you." My heart fluttered like the first time he expressed his love to me so many years ago. With misty eyes I hugged him tight and softly whispered, "I know you do. And I love you more than ever. Now let's go in and have a great time!" There were couples mingling just outside the front door and already I could feel their eyes, both men and women, slowly appraising me from head to toe. Holding Rob's hand tightly, I could feel the familiar tingling sensations between my legs and wondered how soon my black lace thong would be wet. At that moment, my mind raced back just an hour earlier to our bedroom where Rob finished shaving my pussy lips leaving a small patch on top and having my clothes laid out on our bed. I felt more secure in our marriage than ever before and the confidence in me sexually swelled increasingly higher. We were greeted inside the front door by a very pleasant middle aged couple who were the organizers of the event. What immediately struck me about them was just how pleasant and "normal" they were. They could have been our neighbors who we see walking past our house. In fact, as we would discover, all the people there were your average men and women who simply enjoyed the fantasy of sex with others and for others who lived the alternative lifestyle. As we moved deeper into the club, we were greeted by a young petite Chinese girl who was in her mid twenties. Her husband/boyfriend, also Chinese was equally pleasant. We talked briefly getting their names, Joy and Charlie. This was their first time as well and judging from her nervous laughter and fidgeting it seemed like she was equally nervously excited as I was. After exchanging pleasantries, Robert led me around the upper level of the club walking slowly past other couples and groups. They all made eye contact and smiled. I felt I was floating in a room in an almost surreal setting knowing that all these people were here to meet, make new friends, reignite old ones and possibly to have sex. Robert finally found a table and strategically pulled out my chair so that I was sitting by the aisle giving everyone a full view of my legs and body. The club was actually a bar and bistro that the organizers had rented out for a private party. The staff were regulars but were used to hosting a swingers dance. We ordered our drinks and I was grateful for the alcohol. The glass of wine was polished off in no time, followed by another. With my nerves starting to calm down, I was able to take in the scene as the club filled up quickly. A couple of ladies seemed to be helping the hosts and eventually made their way to our table where they joined us with genuine smiles. They were Roxy and Lauren and it was clear that they were more than just friends. Roxy a buxom blonde had the largest breasts that I ever saw and they were highlighted elegantly in her French maid outfit. Lauren was a tall brunette who had on fish-net stockings, garter, and corset stringed together with a black silk knee-high robe. I felt so plainly dressed compared to them in my very simple black sleeveless dress. "Hi guys, you two seem new here," Roxy greeted us warmly as she slide down onto a chair, scooting over to make from for Lauren. "Um, yes this is our first time," replied Rob, "This is my wife Sue and I'm Rob," as he shook their hands lightly while I extended mine. Even though it was just a hand shake, the touch of another person elicited nerve endings to fire through out my body. I was highly charged and everything about me was on overdrive. I saw Robert admiring Roxy's cleavage as his arm wrapped around my back on top of the chair while his hand slowly caressed my arm and shoulder. I too was enjoying Roxy's personable character and her curvy body. Each time she laughed her massive tits would jiggle in her maid outfit. I made a note to get an outfit like hers and to give Robert a private showing. "Listen guys, if you have any questions do not hesitate to ask. There are a lot of experienced swingers and the hosts are great people," Lauren chimed in equally as vibrant as Roxy and as equally friendly. "Well Robert did say that this type of event was a good way to get our feet wet, if you know what I mean," I added. "And judging from all the smiling faces and warm greetings we've been getting, I think this was the perfect outing for our first time." "Oh absolutely!" agreed Roxy as she leaned over the table to be heard but at the same time giving us a closer inspection of her creamy breasts. My hand slid down onto Rob's thigh and I felt his muscles twitch and his legs spread wider. I continued to lightly brush his leg but moved steadily toward his crotch. He began to fidget and leaned forward under the guise of wanting to hear Roxy more clearly. This just made his lower body slide forward on the chair and brought my hand directly over his growing erection. Here I was sitting with two strangers dressed very provocatively with my hand on my husband's growing hardness as we both engaged in a conversation about having sex with others! And yet, it seemed perfectly normal. "...and one of the things that is very important here and at other swing clubs," Roxy explained further, "is that no means NO." When I heard this the part of me that was anxious disappeared. "So you mean that people will respect what you say?" I wanted to confirm. "Well most people do. And if they do not then a simple word to the hosts will take care of their lack of discretion," explained Lauren. I felt Rob remove his arm from behind me and saw him lean closer to the girls as he asked, "So for newbies like us, what advise can you give regarding how best to meet people and to decide whether to have sex with them or not." I felt his left hand rest on my dress and then move to the hem where he curled his fingers underneath and slowly ran circles around my right knee and inner thigh. My hand rubbed his still growing stiffness harder. He no longer was fidgeting nor was he trying to cover himself up. His fingers slowly made their way back along my thigh toward my thong -- it seemed like the dam had burst and he was determined to touch me right there in front of the ladies and in the middle of a conversation. It took every ounce of strength I had to focus on Roxy and Lauren's words. I parted my thighs to as far as the skirt would allow short of making it plainly obvious that I was spreading for the world to see. His fingertips were like ice as if they were trying to quench my burning desire and all it was doing was stoking my fire even further. I couldn't believe he was about to rub my pussy. My mind was exploding. I wanted his touch. I wanted to feel his fingers on my shaved lips. But this was public. This was blatant. And truth be told, I wanted to hear what the girls had to say to Rob's question. So I squeezed my thighs together and held his hand with mine signaling to him that this was not the right moment. "Well, first, my husband and I make it clear on our profile that we are NOT interested in single men. You have to be very careful with single men for many reasons," Lauren continued, "Couples are the safest and they also tend to have the same need for discretion as well as safety." "And we definitely meet new couples in a social setting first," Roxy interjected, "to see if there is a connection. "Yes we all want sex, but if there is no connection then often times than not, the sex is not that good," laughing Lauren. "And you know people think that swingers are having sex all the time. That's probably not true for the majority of people in this lifestyle. In fact, I have had only three other cocks besides my husbands," she further explained. "Oh, really," we both commented together. "Yes and one of those cocks was your hubby's Roxy!" Lauren smiled broadly. "But, you know I prefer you baby." Lauren then held Roxy's face with her hands and gently and lovingly kissed her full. I felt Rob twitch and heard him moan as I felt my clit throb and my juices start to seep out. This was our first exposure to two women who were openly bi and were passionately and confidently kissing in front of us. What seemed like an eternity was only a few seconds. The atmosphere certainly got heavy with sexual tension. "Ohhh... I love this song!" exclaimed Roxy as the tune of Summer of 69 came blaring out of the club's speakers. "Come on you guys, lets dance!" shouted Lauren as she grabbed both of our hands and lead us out to the dance floor with Roxy following close behind. The dance floor was crowded making it convenient for people to "bump" and "rub" into each other. I felt someone's ass press up against mine but didn't dare turn around. It felt firm and it felt good. It could have been a woman or a man. And as the evening wore on, I really didn't care. We kept looking around the dance floor absorbing all the action. There were couples dancing together, a circle of people doing the grind, and ladies with ladies. We had read about swingers on the net, read stories on Literotica -- but now we were actually experiencing it. Then one couple caught my eye. The woman was gorgeous. She was Latin and had on a fiery red satin tight mini dress with horizontal oval openings down the sides of her dress that clearly showed no bra and no panties. Her husband was muscular and of European descent. They were dancing seductively with each other with her back to him and her ass grinding back against his crotch as his hand roamed all over her body. Robert followed my eyes to where they were dancing and he too took in the erotic seduction. We were barely moving, almost standing still as they continued to move in a sensual act of love-making -- dry humping each other and hands all over her large breasts. Suddenly I felt a pair of hands sliding up my tummy and cupping my breasts. The shock of someone's hands on my breasts brought me out of my trance from watching the Latin woman. For a second I was horrified. I looked up to seek assurance from Robert but he was not there. I panicked looking left and right when I realized that Robert had moved his way behind me while I was in a trance watching the couple seduce each other. I looked up and saw her smiling back at me as her shining full black hair swayed with the movement of her head as her husband kissed and licked her neck from side to side. She whispered into his ear causing him to look up at me and smile as they continued to move in unison with each other. Soon I felt Robert kissing my neck and his hands sliding up and down my body as he pressed his hard cock against my ass. He was imitating the other couple! With each swaying of her hips, Robert held mine and moved me in similar fashion. With each hand roaming up and down over her breasts by her husband, Robert did the exact mirror action on me. I was on fire. The sexual tension in the air was so thick you were consumed by it. Every pore of my body opened up to take its fill of the raw sexual energy on that dance floor. Then she bent forward at the waist and with her hands on her knees she twirled her head causing her flowing hair to whip back and forth. Her husband's hands were on her hips and he was leaning back simulating sex doggy style. The image burned right through me. I subconsciously bent forward and pressed my ass against Robert. I placed my hands on my exposed knees and then I slide both hands slowly up my inner thigh. The sensation was incredible. I was in my own little world as if everyone did not exist at that time. My body and mind was screaming for more. I ventured upward on the inside causing my hemline to move higher and higher exposing more of my creamy Asian legs. It felt so good, so hot, so erotic. Then I felt another hand join mine. It was Rob. He took note of my new position and my new found courage of public display. Soon our fingers were interlocked and our arms moving up and down with the rhythm of the music. On each upswing we would go higher revealing more of my legs. After what seemed like an agonizing eternity, we reached the area of skin that curves between my inner thigh and my labia. His finger tips brushed against it sending shock waves up my spine and twirling around like a tornado in my pussy. On the next stroke, his finger pressed over my wet thong directly over my growing clit. My legs trembled while my hand pressed his harder against my pussy. My eyes were closed tight as my body enjoyed every incredible second of exhibitionism. Then Robert pressed harder against my clit with the inside length of his middle finger while his finger tip curled roughly against the thong pushing the fabric just into the inner opening. My head shot up and my mouth sprang open as I moaned with lust. My eyes finally opened and standing right in front of me was the Latin woman and her European husband... We wanted this chapter to end with the result of the evening back at home. However, after seeing how long it is so far and how much time has expired since I sat down and put my memory and emotions onto digital paper, I thought readers might prefer to read up to this part of the dance. I promise to work with my husband in getting the rest of the dance story finished and to move to that fateful night with Nikolai. What I wanted to share with everyone, especially the women, was the emotions that filled me that night at the club. I don't think I adequately expressed what I was going through and for that I apologize ahead of time. I'm hoping that the female readers can relate to my senses and how my mind was turned on. For the male readers, I hope this chapter reveals the inner workings and desires of women, well certain women, and especially married women who have loving husbands willing to share. As always, please provide comments both positive and negative. We are not here to win a writing prize. We are here to share our experiences and to hopefully take some of you along with us on the journey -- well at least a mind journey. Thank you for taking a ride with us and we hope you will not step off the train for there are more exciting adventures ahead. For those of you that have read our threads you know that we enjoy responding to comments, so please don't be shy like I was. There is so much to learn and experience. 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