0 comments/ 81407 views/ 11 favorites I Want To See The People Fucking Ch. 1 By: kaf My wife is Chinese, and like many Chinese girls, was very shy when we first met. I was travelling in China on business when I met her and although she seemed interested in me, it was difficult to be sure. The language barrier didn't help, as her English was fairly basic, and my Chinese non-existent. Anyway, eventually we got together and soon moved to England. Her English continues to improve, and although she can still be shy sometimes, she is becoming more confident. In England she calls herself Amy, an approximation of her Chinese name A Mei. She is only five feet four, a tiny bundle of beauty. Slim, with long black hair and deep dark eyes that I got lost in the first time I saw them. I have always liked oriental girls - the mixture of shyness and sexuality does it for me every time. Soon after we arrived in England, we were walking in London and passed a sex-shop. Of course, China has nothing like that and she was curious. "Can we go in?" she asked. It was one of the classier places and the clientele was mainly tourists of both sexes. Not too many seedy looking wankers. She walked around the shop, her eyes nearly popping out of her head. Fetish clothes totally mystified her, and the variety of dildos and vibrators had her staring open mouthed. At the back of the store was the book section, and she leafed through some of the magazines. They were fairly explicit, and she examined each page most thoughtfully. Then she spotted the videos. She had a look at the titles, then seemed to suddenly become bored and said that it was time to go. I though no more of it until much later. That night, I was sitting finishing off a beer, while she had a shower. When she came back, wrapped in her towel, she leant over me and whispered, "Come to bed." Well, much as I enjoy a beer, there are things I prefer, and bed with Amy, is one of them. She very rarely takes the initiative in bed, but she sure knows how to respond to my initiatives. This time however, as I slipped out of my clothes and into the bed beside her I got a surprise. For some reason she never sleeps naked. This annoyed me at first, as I like to wake up in the morning next to a warm naked body, but I've become used to undressing her in bed, slipping open her bra and sliding down her underpants. That little movement as she lifts her hips to allow me to slide the panties down over her thighs gets me going every time. But this night she was naked. As soon as I lay down she rolled onto her side and pressed herself against me, throwing one leg over mine, and touching my face as she kissed me. My left arm was kind of trapped by her body against me, but I ran the fingers of my other hand down her spine as she licked my mouth. This made her shiver and she had to move a little, freeing my other arm. Now I was able to get to her breasts. She loves to have her breasts touched and I circled her nipples until they were like little stones. Then I slid down to take one in my mouth. I held the nipple lightly in my teeth, just enough to hold it there but not hurt her, then I flicked my tongue across the top. She started squirming and made those light moaning sounds which I love to hear. I slid my hand down across her stomach and between her legs. I intended to tease her, stroking nearer and nearer to her entrance, but she grabbed my hand and before I knew what she was doing she had thrust it straight into her pussy. She was soaking, and started to buck up and down against my fingers. At the same time she grabbed hold of my prick and started to wank me furiously. She had gone crazy. "Slow down baby. I can't last long like this," I pleaded. "No slow down. Faster!" She jumped up and threw me onto my back, then climbed over me and sank herself onto my prick. She was so wet I could feel the pussy juice running onto my thighs as she started to bounce up and down on top of me. I love her to fuck me this way. Her long hair flies around, sometimes hiding her tits sometimes whipping my face and chest. It was becoming very difficult to hold back from coming, and just as I thought I was going to explode, she stopped, climbed off and, lying down, turned her back to me. "Fuck me! Please fuck me!" This is her favourite position. Lying on her side with me entering her from behind. I held her waist and slid my prick back into her. The brief pause had helped me regain some control, and I slammed into her as she continued to whisper, "Fuck me! Oh please fuck me!" "I'm fucking you baby. I'm fucking you." She pushed herself back at me, reached down between her legs and felt my prick as it thumped in and out of her. It felt so good, like getting a hand job and a fuck at the same time. I couldn't last much longer and she finally started to lunge back at me with every thrust, screaming, "Oh fuck me. I'm coming. Please fuck me." I exploded just as she came, shaking and crying out again. I collapsed beside her and she whispered to herself in Chinese. I don't know what it is she says, but she does it every time she comes. I have asked her but she just smiles and doesn't answer. I don't think it's a complaint though. We lay getting our breath back, lightly touching each other. I cupped her right breast in my hand and lazily stroked it. "Mmmm." "Well, you are very excited tonight," I said. "Mmmm." "What made you so excited?" "Don't talk about the sex things." She had gone back to being shy again. She can change so quickly. 'Talking about the sex things' is not allowed. Except when she wants to. "OK, I just wondered." I don't know why, but sometimes lying back thinking about the great fuck I've just had can get me hard again. Sometimes the great fuck leaves me feeling empty. But that night, as I lay gently stroking Amy's skin, I felt my prick start to swell a little. I kissed her and she snuggled against me as if ready to sleep. As she did so her hand brushed against my cock, and she gasped a little. "You want more?" she asked. This time we went at it slowly, gently stroking each other. She was still wet from before, and I slipped my fingers along her slit, tickling her clitoris. "I want to see people fucking.," she whispered hiding her face in her long hair. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. "What do you mean?" "I want to see the other people fucking." "What other people?" "In the movie - like today in sex shop. Video movie." Now I understood. She has never seen a porn movie. A few love scenes in Hollywood movies had left her looking a bit embarrassed. I couldn't believe what she was saying. "You want to watch a yellow movie?" I don't know why but in China 'blue' movies are 'yellow'. "Yes, watch people really fucking." All through this conversation she was slowly wanking me and I was rubbing her clitoris and slipping my fingers into her wet hole. "Do you want to watch people really fucking?" I asked. "Yes, in movie." "No. I mean do you want to watch people really fucking? Not movie." She stopped wanking me for a second, then said. "It's not possible." "Baby" I said, "You are not in China now. Anything is possible." She didn't answer, but pulled me by the prick towards her so that I could slip inside her. We had a long slow fuck until she came again, quietly this time, followed a few seconds later by me. Then we drifted off to sleep. I remember thinking that she had forgotten to put her panties back on as she usually does, and was looking forward to wakening beside her naked body in the morning, but by the time I awoke she was already up and dressed. Damn. The next evening, after work, I asked her if she still wanted to watch a video of people fucking and she said, "Don't talk about the sex things now." So, I thought it had just been a bit of a fantasy to get her going at the time. However, always careful to cover the options, I had picked up a fairly mild porn film in the lunch break. It certainly had people fucking, but wasn't too extreme. I didn't want to introduce her to the full range of perversions all at once! After dinner we sat down to watch some television and I put on the movie. It was pretty standard stuff, a bit boring really. The usual improbable storyline, terrible dialogue and the worst music you have heard outside of a supermarket. But there was people fucking. One couple fucked for a while, then were joined by another man. The girl sucked him while being poked at the other end, then a second girl joined in. There was a bit of lesbian cunt lapping, then the men came all over the girls' tits. You've probably seen it. Amy had said nothing since I put the movie on, but sat there watching as if it was no more than the evening news. When it was finished she got up and went to the kitchen, returning with a beer which she handed me. "Watch again." she said. I rewound the tape, and she sat all the way through it again, still saying nothing and showing no obvious reaction. This time when it was finished she simply said, "OK." I really didn't know what to make of it. That night she wore her underwear in bed again, but I soon unclipped her bra, and before I knew what was happening she slipped down and took my prick in her mouth. She doesn't do that often, and I always have to ask, but this time she was volunteering. The feeling of her mouth on my glans and the softness of her tongue drives me crazy. I worked her around and we were soon in a 69. She cradled my balls as she sucked and licked while I lapped away at her sweet juice, nibbling at her lips and running my tongue over her clitoris. She pushed herself against my face as I started to thrust into her mouth. She started to come and just as I was about to do the same, she stopped sucking and wanked me off all over her tits. "I want to watch people fucking," she said. "You did tonight. Twice. And it gave you some good ideas." "No, really fucking. Not movie. You said it is possible." Although I had said it was possible, I had no idea how to arrange it. I never thought I would need to. However, if there is one thing I've learned about women, it is that when you say you can do something, you'd better be able to. "You mean like movie, but real?" I asked. "Yes, but I not fuck others. Only want to watch." Once again, I went off to work the next morning, a man on a mission. At lunchtime, I went back to the store where I had bought the video, and browsed through some of the magazines. Eventually, after being rather distracted by some of the pictures, I left with a couple of contact mags. That evening, I got home before Amy and as I waited for her I flicked through the pages of adverts. Just before she arrived I found one which looked promising. "Mike and Cindy XXXciting slim, attractive, young couple. London area." It didn't specify anything, but I tore the ad out and put it in my wallet. That night nothing was said until we were in bed. Amy said she was very tired, which meant she didn't want to fuck. I was disappointed, and thought that I might be able to get her going if I raised the subject again. "Do you still want to watch people fuck?" "Don't talk about the sex thing now." OK, I thought, but just as I thought Amy had fallen asleep, she whispered so quietly that I almost missed it. "Yes, still want. Not fuck others. Only watch." Then she did sleep. Next day, in the afternoon, I called the number on the advertisement. A youngish sounding man answered and I asked if he was Mike. He seemed to hesitate a little, but answered, "Yes." I explained that I had seen his advertisement and was calling to find out more. To be honest, I had no idea what to say, and was hoping he would lead me in the conversation. However, he seemed as nervous as I was, then started to speak in a way that made me sure that he was reading a prepared speech. "Yes, my partner Cindy and I offer a service to men who wish to watch and/or join with a couple." We are both young, healthy and attractive." "Oh, I see. You say you offer a service to men. What about a couple who want to watch." "Yes," he said after a pause, "we can offer the service to a couple who wish to watch and / or join." "Only watch thank you." We talked a little more and made arrangements to meet the following Saturday. The idea was that we would meet in a bar first, and if we still all wanted to continue then we would go to a nearby hotel. Any party could back out if they felt it was becoming uncomfortable. That seemed like a sensible arrangement, and it was only as I was driving home that I realised that I knew nothing about these people and "Cindy" hadn't been mentioned after the initial speech. I had mentioned that Amy was Chinese so they would have no problem identifying us in the bar. It all seemed a bit strange, but I thought, in a bar, we will be safe, and he had stressed that any party could back out. The problem now was how to tell Amy that I had arranged it for her. If she was in shy mode, she would refuse to go. In the end I decided not to tell her until I had to. That night, as we fucked, she asked me a question. "Why do the girls in movie kiss the other girl there?" She was thinking of the mutual cunt-lapping scene in the porn movie. "Because they like to." OK, it wasn't a great answer, but it was the only one I could think of at the time. Amy was on top of me again grinding her pussy against me. The friction would have set fire to my pubes if it were not for the liquid running from her cunt. "I only fuck you. Don't fuck others. Don't kiss women." Saturday came, and I said that I wanted to take her to a bar. She looked disappointed. She doesn't drink, and finds bars boring. I suppose I would too if I didn't drink. However, she relents occasionally to keep me happy, and finally agreed. As we were getting ready to go, she decided to change her clothes. She had been pottering around the house all day, and wanted to dress up a little. She stood in front of the bedroom's full-length mirror in her bra and panties, brushing her hair. I came up behind her pretending that I wanted to comb mine. I am about a foot taller than she is, so I could see myself in the mirror over her head. As I made a vague attempt to comb my hair, I held her waist, then slid my hand up under the edge of her bra and squeezed her breast. She wriggled away half laughing, but in doing so brushed her behind against my trousered prick. It had already started its long march to hardness, which surprised her and she half stopped and rubbed a bit more. I slipped my other hand inside her panties and stroked around the top of her pubic hair. She turned back to the mirror and continued to brush her hair, while I continued to caress her tit and stroke her pubes. She watched herself in the mirror. I bent down to rub my now fully hard prick against her, while at the same time, sliding my hand lower between her legs. She moved slightly to allow me to slip my fingers inside her. She watched intently in the mirror, not looking at my hand, but her own face. I removed my hand from her bra, reached behind and unhooked it. She sighed a little, allowed it to fall to the floor, but otherwise continued to watch herself in the mirror. I had now reached a point I hate. I really needed to free my prick from the constraints of my trousers, but at the same time to do so I would have to stop rubbing myself against her behind. Just as I was trying to find away out of this dilemma, her hand reached behind and between us and squeezed me just where I most wanted to be squeezed. I stepped back half a step, dropped my trousers to the floor around my ankles and let her squeeze me more directly. She was still intently watching herself in the mirror. I removed my hand from the inside of her body and slipped her panties down her thighs. For the first time her eyes seemed to move from watching her face to looking at the vee of black hair between her legs. I immediately returned my wet fingers to where they had been a few seconds ago. Her hand was still twisted behind her holding my prick, but I removed it, and bent down to rub my hard-on against her bum-cheeks, then under her till it was just touching the entrance to her pussy. She adjusted herself slightly, still watching in the mirror, and I slipped into her. I really wanted to hold her tits as I fucked her, but I needed both hands to support myself in this unusual position. I gripped the sides of the mirror and used the muscles in my legs to pump in and out of her. She just stood with no expression on her face other than one of deep concentration as she stared at the mirror. She couldn't really see anything that was happening. That was all going on behind her and inside her, but she seemed lost in fascination as she watched her body being fucked. I looked over her and noticed the telltale flush of redness spread across her tits as she started to come. I pumped away happily as she started to whimper and moan, still never breaking eye contact with that mirror. Then it all became too much. As we both started to come it was no longer possible to maintain this position and we slumped to the floor, still desperately locked together in our orgasms. I twitched the last twitch inside her, and she purred and said. "I want to watch the people fucking." "OK, baby let's go." "What!" "Yes, tonight you can watch the people fucking" I think she thought I was humouring her. She cleaned herself up, dressed in a long semi-traditional Chinese style dress, with only her bra and panties underneath. She did look stunning. As we entered the bar, one I had never been to, heads were turning. I got myself a beer and an orange juice for Amy, and we waited at a corner table which was reasonably away from the crowd around the bar, but visible to anyone who might be looking for you. The place was filing up quickly although most people around looked like the 'quick drink before going somewhere better' type. Still, it wasn't a bad place. A few couples came in and I wondered if they were the ones we were waiting for, but they went off to their own tables and hardly noticed us. Just as I was wondering if it had all been some kind of joke or misunderstanding, I heard someone say, "Excuse me, mind if we join you? All the tables seem to be taken." A young couple who looked like they may have been students were standing there. They were dressed in tee shirts and jeans. Clean, respectable, but different from everyone else in the bar. It would have been rude to say no, so I vaguely waved at the other seats and said "fine." The girl sat down and the young man said to her rather artificially, "What would you like to drink, Cindy?" "A glass of white wine please, Mike." I almost jumped in surprise. It was so obvious that they were using false names. It was like something out of a very bad spy movie. 'Mike" went off to the bar and 'Cindy" examined the interior of her bag, definitely not looking at us. Meanwhile Amy was looking around the bar. Having only been in England for a short time she was still fascinated by people and their strange habits. I don't think she had even noticed the girl sitting opposite her. She didn't really believe that I had arranged what she had asked for, so she wasn't looking for anyone in particular. On the other hand, I was watching this girl, and thinking that in an hour or two I could be watching her naked body being fucked. I had never really considered that before. In all the preparation I had been thinking about giving Amy what she wanted, and only now did it fully dawn that what she saw, I would see too. She was quite pretty. Not in an obvious way. It was difficult to tell what her body was like because of the baggy tee shirt she was wearing, and although she looked slim it was difficult to gauge exactly as she was sitting down. I wished I had been paying more attention when she arrived. All I could really see was her face, and that not clearly, as she was bending over her bag. She had medium length fairish hair, and a habit of flicking it back from her face when it hung over what she was looking at. Just as I was staring at her, 'Mike' came back with the drinks. I Want To See The People Fucking Ch. 1 He was about the same height as me, and had slightly too long hair, but it suited him. He had described himself as 'healthy', and he looked fit. Not a maniac for the gymn, but healthy. He handed 'Cindy' her drink and sat down opposite me with his beer. They made some really dull small talk for a while, and I found myself becoming quite amused at their nervousness. It seemed clear that they wanted to introduce themselves, but didn't know where to begin. Not that I had any more idea than they did. Eventually, to my amazement it was Amy who broke the ice, although she didn't know she was doing it. "Excuse me," she said to 'Cindy," "where is toilet?" 'Cindy' smiled at her and said that she wanted to go to, so she would show Amy where to go. Typical, even when they just meet women want to go to the toilet in twos. Anyway, off they went leaving 'Mike' and me together. We drank our beer, cleared our throats a few times, then eventually I managed to say, "So?" It was like the walls of the dam broke. He started by saying that 'Cindy' and he were post-graduate students and like everyone else a bit short of money. 'Cindy' liked to be watched while she performed, and although he hadn't been too sure, they had put they ad in the magazine. I was apparently the first person to respond. He had been relieved, he said, when I said we wanted to watch, not join in. He wasn't happy with the idea of some stranger fucking his girlfriend, but she had persuaded him that she only would with his full agreement. That was why he had stressed the back-out policy on the phone. I explained the background of why we were there, and he relaxed enough to go buy me another beer. Just as he left for the bar, the girls returned. Amy looked a little embarrassed, and as she sat beside me she kind of punched my leg. 'Cindy' went to help 'Mike' carry the drinks, leaving us alone for a few moments. "You bad boy. I think you are joking." 'No, you ask, I deliver," I replied. "Do you still want?" "Don't know. Yes, maybe." I know her well enough by now to know that "yes, maybe" means "yes, but I'm too shy to say so." The others came back, and it seemed they had taken the opportunity to have a bit of a private talk too. 'Cindy' took charge. "Well, it seems everybody is happy. Shall we finish these drinks? We can have more at the hotel if we need them." So we sat chatting about everything and nothing for a while. They were interested to hear Amy's stories about China. We asked about their studies. We discussed the fucking weather. We discussed everything except fucking, which was the only thing any of us was thinking about. Eventually we couldn't pretend that we had anything left to drink so we left. I walked along talking to 'Mike', while Amy followed chatting to 'Cindy'. The hotel was only five minutes away, and 'Mike' and 'Cindy' had already booked a room. They collected their key muttering something about meeting old friends unexpectedly, and we took the elevator to the third floor. The room was immaculate. It was obvious they were not really staying there, although there was a suitcase in the corner, which I strongly expected to be empty. There was one bed in the room and only two armchairs. 'Mike' sat on the bed to call room service, so Amy and I took an armchair each. 'Cindy' meanwhile disappeared into the bathroom. Again we made small talk until the room service guy came with a couple of bottles of chilled white wine. 'Mike' had also asked for some orange juice for Amy, which I thought was pretty decent of him. He was obviously a sensitive guy and had noticed that she didn't drink. The waiter left and we nervously sipped our drinks. 'Cindy' meanwhile was still in the bathroom. I wondered what was going to happen. Was she going to dance out naked and fuck everything in sight? Whatever was going to happen, I felt sure that she would be in charge. While we waited I looked at Amy. She was sitting calmly, politely sipping her orange juice. What is going on in that woman's head, I thought, not for the first time. 'Mike' was saying something about some movie he had seen recently, when 'Cindy' appeared from the bathroom. Whatever fantasies I'd had were disappointed as she looked exactly the same as before. Light blue jeans and that baggy tee shirt. She moved to sit beside 'Mike' and in doing so passed Amy. "You OK?" she asked. Amy nodded, but said nothing. 'Cindy' sat on the bed beside 'Mike' and asked him for a glass of wine. This was all a little bizarre. Four people sitting in a hotel room politely sipping their drinks as if they were at some super formal cocktail party. As I guessed it was 'Cindy' who moved things along. She drained her glass and lay back on the bed beside 'Mike," stretching herself. "Come here," she said. "I'm lonely." 'Mike ' glanced at me then lay back on the bed beside his girl. She snuggled up beside him looking like she might happily fall asleep. There was a kind of table between Amy and me, but I stretched out my hand and found hers waiting for me to hold. 'Cindy' turned to 'Mike" and kissed him, running her hand over his chest. I glanced over at Amy, but her eyes were glued to the people on the bed in front of her. 'Mike' seemed to relax a little as 'Cindy's' mouth and hands went to work. They were both fully clothed, but 'Cindy' was exploring 'Mike's' body as if it was naked, while keeping her tongue firmly in his mouth. She rubbed her hand across his chest, around his back and finally started to stroke his legs working slowly up towards his cock. This was obviously doing the trick, because he seemed to forget his audience and his hand disappeared inside that tee shirt. I could see that he was mauling her tits, but the detail was lost. I felt my prick begin to stiffen and I looked over at Amy, but she was sitting impassively watching. Just then, 'Cindy' sighed and sat up, pulling the tee shirt over her head. Even through her bra, I could see that her nipples were rock hard. But I didn't have to be that clever, because she then deftly unclipped her bra and threw it to the floor. Her tits were bigger than Amy's but not huge. She lay back and maneuvered herself so that her right breast was at 'Mike's' mouth. He wasn't stupid and knew what to do. He sucked that nipple and slid his down to wrestle with the waistband of 'Amy's' jeans. At the same time she was desperately trying to undo the waist of his. "Oh, come on!" she said, moving away from 'Mike' and rapidly unpeeling her jeans. I remembered being in the bar wondering what her body was like and now I could see it. Only her flimsy panties held back the last secret. I looked over to Amy who was still sitting watching, but had moved to the edge of her seat to get a better view. She was staring at 'Cindy's' tits. 'Mike' meanwhile was struggling out of his jeans. 'Cindy' was doing her best to help him, but her eagerness was probably less help than she intended. Eventually they succeeded and I could see that 'Mike', despite his wariness about the whole deal, was sporting a class one hard-on. I wondered if Amy had noticed the hard-to-miss bulge in his shorts, but she still seemed to be looking more at 'Cindy'. Having got nearly naked, 'Mike' and 'Cindy' went back to their tongue duel, but this time 'Mike' really seemed to have come to life. As soon as they lay back down, his hand disappeared in the back of 'Cindy's' panties, feeling up her cunt from behind. She wasn't complaining and returned the favor by sticking her hand down the front of 'Mike's' boxer shorts. 'Mike' sucked her tits and fingered her pussy while she pulled his shorts aside to allow her freer access. 'Mike's' cock came into view for the first time. I was kind of relieved. It was no bigger and no smaller than mine. I had been worried that Amy might compare his and mine unfavorably, but I was OK. I turned to look at Amy. She was sitting staring at 'Cindy's' hand wanking 'Mike's' cock. I knew this was only the second one she had seen. And she was seeing it being manipulated by a near naked girl. She was really on the edge of the seat now, but her face gave nothing away. She could still be watching the news, I thought. I turned back to the entertainment. I was enjoying the show, and was waiting for 'Cindy's' pussy to come into view. 'Mike's' hand was still inside her panties, but I couldn't see exactly what was happening there although I had a pretty good idea. 'Mike' must have read my mind just then he removed his hand from whatever recess it had been exploring and slid 'Cindy's' panties to her ankles, then off. At the same time she did the same to him. At last we had two naked people on the bed in front of us. Again I looked at Amy. Although her head never moved her eyes were switching madly from 'Mike's' cock to 'Cindy's' snatch. I looked back. 'Cindy' was lying with her legs spread right in front of me. I could see her lips spread and wet with the excitement. Her hair was fairish colored, quite different from Amy's black bush. 'Mike' slipped his fingers down again and I clearly saw her pussy lips spread as he slowly slid two fingers inside her. A quick glance told me that Amy had seen the same. 'Cindy' reached back for 'Mike's' cock and they wanked each other for our pleasure. And theirs. "Can you see OK, Amy?" 'Cindy' suddenly asked. "OK. Not bad. Not clearly." "Come closer. We're going to fuck now." Amy moved slowly and sat on the edge of the bed. 'Cindy' turned her attention back to 'Mike', grabbing his cock again. After a few seconds of wanking him, she suddenly turned her back to him, grabbed his hands and held them to her tits. They were lying in Amy's favourite position. It was impossible to see 'Mike' as he was behind 'Cindy' as we were looking at them, but 'Cindy' spread her legs until we could see her dripping pussy and 'Mike's' red cock behind her. He was squirming around trying to enter her, but 'Cindy' kept moving away, while pinning his hand to her breasts. Suddenly she groaned and said, "We can't get it in." Amy said nothing but continued to watch them intently. "Help me, Amy," said 'Cindy'. "Help you?" "Yes, help me to get it in." "No, only watch," said Amy I moved from the armchair and sat beside her, trying to get a better view myself. "Please," said Amy breathlessly, still wriggling around. "Just help me to find it. Help us to put it in." It was clear to me that it would have been easy for 'Mike' to slip it into 'Cindy's' wet hole, and if they were so desperate they could remove their hands from 'Cindy's' tits for long enough to guide him home, but this was some kind of game they wanted to play. I knew that, but I'm not sure that Amy did. To my surprise, Amy leant forward and very slowly stretched out her arm. With just her thumb and forefinger she took hold of 'Mike's' prick and aimed it at 'Cindy's' open cunt. She could have been holding a vegetable in the supermarket! There was no stroking, no sensitivity - purely functional. As soon as 'Mike' felt his prick was in the right place he pushed in, Amy let go, and we saw 'Cindy's' lips part as the meat went home. Now, Amy was seeing what she had wanted. Inches from her, a couple were fucking before her eyes. She sat still watching intently, still expressionless. I was sitting behind her, my prick straining against her back, but she ignored me. I put my arm around her and slid my hand up to stroke her breasts through her dress. She pushed my hand away. She wanted no distractions. It must have looked bizarre. A young beautiful couple fucking away on the bed, with a fully clothed traditional Chinese girl and me watching them. 'Mike' speeded up and 'Cindy' began to really push back at him with each stroke. He was still holding her tits, but now one hand moved down to rub her clitoris as he fucked her. 'Cindy' groaned and said, "Move your hand. Amy can't see clearly." Actually his hand there did not at all obstruct our view of his cock drilling her, but Amy said nothing, only continuing to look with great concentration. It was clear that they could not keep this going for much longer. 'Mike' moved faster and faster till his prick was just a blur. They were both groaning loudly and for the first time I detected a reaction from Amy. It was quiet, but she definitely groaned a little too. Suddenly it was clear that they were both coming. 'Mike' yelled and his whole body began to twitch and shake. 'Cindy' panted more and more, then screamed. And they slowly stopped moving, lying there recovering. 'Mike's' prick slid deflated from 'Cindy's' snatch trailing a ribbon of come with it. Amy said "Thank you" and stood up and disappeared into the bathroom. I was left sitting awkwardly looking at them, and so I stood up too and moved back to the armchair. It was quite uncomfortable as my prick was harder than I remember it being before. "Cindy' whispered something to 'Mike' and then swung herself out of the bed, and followed Amy towards the bathroom. 'Mike' started to dress. We sat there slightly uncomfortably, each smoking a cigarette and saying nothing for a few minutes, then Amy came back, picked up 'Cindy's clothes and took them back to her in the bathroom. A few minutes both reappeared, 'Cindy' fully dressed. "I think we had better leave you two alone now, " she said. " The room is booked for the night so use it as you like." With that they both left. Amy looked at me and said, "Thank you for the arranging." She came over to me and kissed me, and before we knew what was happening we were tearing each other's clothes off. There was no foreplay. As soon as we were both naked, she turned on her side, and pulled me over to her back. She reached down and with only her thumb and forefinger gently positioned my cock at her entrance. I know she was thinking of 'Mike's cock at that moment, but instead of feeling any jealousy, I felt more excited and slid effortlessly into her soaking hole. Both of us were too excited for it to be a long fuck and within seconds both of us were screaming as we came. As we relaxed afterwards and were beginning to doze off, I heard Amy's quiet voice saying. "Next time, I want the people to watch me." "OK baby, your wish is my command."