4 comments/ 79770 views/ 9 favorites The Education of an Asian Wife Ch. 01 By: oldfogey This is a series of two stories, on how I became obsessed of being a voyeur as well as a swinger. It took time and a lot of energy before I could influence my wife to fulfill my desire to see her with other men, but it was worth it. The combination of these two factors later led us to become involved with wife swapping. And this is how it happened. Zaki * It was a Saturday evening. Both Zaidah and I were watching TV, awaiting the arrival of guests, while our two young kids were sleeping in the next room. Zaidah looked great in her long dress. I wore only a t-shirt and jeans. As a young Asian couple, we entertained only close friends dressed like this, but as was also our custom, Zaidah had prepared a few dishes, now spread on the dining table as we awaited our friends. When the door bell chimed we both stood up., I moved to the door and opened it. Our guests had arrived. I invited them in and shook Chris's hand as I closed the door...I embraced his wife, Janet and felt those lovely full breasts of hers push against my chest and her crotch grinding against my already swollen cock. I saw Chris pull Zaidah close and give her a passionate kiss while one hand roamed over my wife's own lovely tits. This could have gone on much longer, but Zaidah invited us to the dining table before the food got cold. With the meal finished, we were sitting on the settee, eating snacks, drinking, and chatting. I sat next to Janet, while Zaidah was sitting beside Chris. At first it was just the innocuous chatter everyone engages in, but as the level of the wine bottles went down, I could see our libidos were going up. Soon the conversation turned to sex and I found that Janet was enjoying the fact my warm hand had slipped inside her blouse and captured her left breast. I had the sense that the same thing was happening between Zaidah and Chris, but couldn't say anything because my mouth was covering Janet's. I barely heard Chris suggest that he and Zaidah go into the bedroom, telling her that it looked like we would be joining them soon. Zaidah laughed and took his hand to pull him towards the bedroom. In the midst her laughter, Janet rose and took my hand, whispering that she too wanted to go into the bedroom. Chris and Zaidah were not that far ahead of us, but by the time Janet and I reached the bedroom, Chris was already taking off Zaidah's long dress, leaving her in only her panties and bra. She looked beautiful standing there engaged in a passionate kiss while Chris's hands roamed over her body. I would have liked to have watched more, but Janet had already found the button holding my jeans up and was unfastening it as I continued fondling her beautiful breasts while trying to pull her blouse off. She won the struggle and knelt before me to take my swollen cock in her mouth. I had just enough time to look over and see Chris finish undressing and steering my lovely wife onto the bed. Zaidah was giggling. She knew that within moments Chris would spread her legs wide and slowly slide his cock into her already wet pussy. Janet had pulled my briefs down and was holding my rigid rod in one hand as her other grasped the balls hanging beneath it, filled with the milky white, thick load of cum I wanted to put in her own cunt. But she had other ideas first. I groaned with pleasure as I felt her hot mouth cover the head of my cock. Her tongue was like a serpent, coiling around it as she licked my pre-cum from the tip. I couldn't help but encourage her by putting both hands behind her head and pulling her closer to the curly hairs of my pubes. When she started that back and forth motion that captured every nerve ending in my cock, I almost blew my load without thinking about the fact I wanted it inside her cunt, not in her mouth – at least not the first time. As the lovely Janet sucked me, I saw on the other side of the bed, Chris, resting on outstretched arms, with only his cock touching Zaidah, slowly lowering his hips to sink his cock into my smiling wife. The view almost made me cum immediately. . How, and why did this all start? Well, as the preface to this story said, my name is Zaki, an Asian man, born and bred in Malaysia. I am 35, married to a beautiful Asian lady, by the name of Zaidah. She is 29 years of age and we have 2 young children. We are a working couple, living in a modest home, with a maid to look after our home and the kids while we are working. Before, whenever I read a lot of stories on the web or heard how men seem to be very interested in watching their wife get fucked by other men, I just laughed it off. I thought it might be some weird fantasies, or that they truly were. However it never stopped me from reading about it, more and more. It never ever crossed my mind that these fantasies or the weird thinking would ever happen in my life – at least until I really become obsessed with the idea of doing it. It all started when I was sent to the city for a short course of a year. Since my wife was working, and not able to apply a long leave, I went alone. I had been offered hostel accommodations for the duration of the course, but since my sister, Zarina, Zaidah's elder sister, lived not far from my course center, she invited me to stay with her and her husband, Osman. It was much more convenient because, if my family wanted to drop by, they too could stay with us rather than my having to search for a hotel or something. They only have one child who currently was away at college, so only they were living in the house. Initially I didn't see anything strange after moving in. In the morning, when I got up, both of them were still in their bedroom. When I came home, either one of them was home, both away, or both are home. Once in a while, there were visitors to the home, friends who dropped by. At times they had dinner parties or watched television. Regardless of whether they returned home or not, I wasn't disturbed and I always got to sleep early. One day, I was supposed to return home for the weekend. I told them that I would not be home after class and would go straight to the airport. However, due to bad weather, the flight was cancelled, so my trip is also cancelled. Returning home, I saw only my sister's car, not Osman's and the house was dark. Maybe thought they might have gone out together. I go straight to my room, and after doing some reading, I felt sleepy. Switching off the light, I went immediately to sleep. Sometime later, I was awakened when I heard some laughter from the hall. I felt a little thirsty and since they were downstairs, I thought of joining them. Just as I was opening the door to my room though, I saw a lady's bare back and a man about to enter their room, which faced mine. At a glimpse, I thought it was my sister-in-law and her hubby. Since they were almost inside I said nothing and started downstairs, but on the way down, I heard my brother-in-law's voice. Moving just a little lower on the stairway, I could see he was still sitting at the settee watching television. So, who was with my sister-in-law? I quickly tip-toed back to my room, locked the door and started thinking. My mind kept racing, making various assumptions. The next morning, Zarina, Osman and I almost bumped into one another. They were surprised to see me around. I told them the flight had been cancelled due to the weather. Just to put them at ease, I told them I had been sleeping ever since returning from the airport. Day by day, from that incident, I became curious about what they were up to. I knew something very interesting was going on, but what? Later that week one of my classes was cancelled and I decided to become my own investigator. After they left for work, I quietly entered their bedroom, to see what I could find that might hint about their activities. I found nothing at first. Everything was in place, but I kept going through their room methodically. There was a rack of cds. I took one and saw that it, as well as the others, were cinema stories. Then I found blank cds, with some of their names on it. I pushed one into the player. One after another I found each was just holiday or family shots. With only my sisters wardrobe, left to search I began that task just like a thief, looking up and down, including under the piled dresses. I saw a few shoe boxes at one corner and opened them. Shoes and more shoes. I had almost given up when one of the boxes seemed to be a little different. I opened it and found a few cds. I took one and pushed it in the player. Watching it confirmed my suspicions. One after another each cd showed my sister-in-law, my wife's sister, in all kinds of sex activities with various men. I assumed the cameraman to be my brother-in-law, as all of the pictures showed only my sister-in-law with other men. My brother-in-law it seemed was a voyeur. After watching all the cds,I put them back carefully to avoid my search from being detected. In the days that followed I ventured back into the wardrobe when I had the opportunity, hoping there would be something new. While doing so, I found that my curiosity had only increased, not been repelled by what was obviously happening in this home. I tried to imagine how I would feel if I were to be in my brother's position, watching my wife doing it? I became obsessed by it, day by day. Deep inside me, I realized I wanted to find ways and means to see my wife doing what her sister been doing, and more. Whenever I returned home, I let my wife become aware of my fantasy. As we made love, I could almost get her to agree to accept another man in our bed, but as soon as her arousal wore off, she would say 'no.' I even told my wife what I saw regarding her sister, but she wouldn't believe me. I wanted to 'steal' the cd and bring it home so I could prove it to my wife, but the worry of what if they wanted to see if during my while I had it at our home, prevented that. My wife kept on saying that I had gone crazy. Then one day a month or so later my wife and kids flew to meet me at her sister's place instead of me returning home over the weekend, It couldn't have worked out better for my plans. Saturday night my sister and her husband announced they had previously told friends that they would attend a dinner party with them, leaving my wife and me alone in their house. The kids were sleeping soundly when I took my wife to her sister's room to watch the cd. To say she was surprised at what she saw would be an understatement. Since that night, I have discussed it over and over with her trying to influence her to indulge my fantasy. Her answer was still no, but I could see that she was not as adamant as before. Day by day I never relented, reminding her that her 'pure' sister was enjoying a life that she too could have if she relented. It took months. I was almost finished with my course when she finally agreed during one of our hottest sexual romps, but first she made me agree to two conditions. First, I must agree to be with her when we entertained others. She said she didn't think she could do it alone with a strange man. The second condition was a little more difficult to meet, but it made sense. Those we met must be westerners. She was concerned about discretion. If we contacted others and found out they knew us or we knew them it could be embarrassing or even disastrous, if not at that moment, then possibly later. I tried to think of a reason why I shouldn't, then realized there was no reason for me to say 'no,' and I agreed. That's when the web showed me just how widespread this lifestyle was and how many men, ladies, and couples were anxious to meet us. I was very cautious at first until I realized that anyone on the web who advertised as a couple were more than likely to be someone who had the same need for discretion as we. Once I got beyond that thinking, I began seriously looking for a couple with whom we could meet. There were many, including several in our home city, but the number of men who answered our ad far outnumbered the couples. I showed the results to Zaidah who was shocked at the number of men who had answered our ad and who said they wanted to have sex with her. I remembered that she had said it had to be both of us involved in swinging, but I told her that the couples could come after we found out just how well she could handle the emotions of a strange man fondling and fucking her. I told her that she would not be alone with the man; I would be with her all the time he was in our home. Reluctantly she agreed and we began looking at pictures of those who would be the first man, other than me, to have sex with my wife. However, due to her condition that it must be a westerner, the number who responded was very minimal, and none to her satisfaction. Then, it crossed my mind, that we could go to a club or lounge, and see who we can find. At least, we would be able to chat and see the man in person. Reluctantly, Zaidah agreed too on the idea. So, after sending the kids to their grandparent home, off we went on a Saturday evening to one of the clubs in a big hotel in town, which was always frequented by foreigners. We sat at a table, overlooking the dance floor. Many people were there, including many foreigners, some were couples, but there we many more single business men. Zaidah was very nervous when one of the guys, whose name we later learned was Jeff asked to join us since all the tables and booths were filled. We chatted a little, had some drinks, and became comfortable with each other. After a couple of hours, Jeff asked my permission to dance with Zaidah. I looked at Zaidah and she nodded her agreement. I felt that we might have met the right guy, and gave him my permission. In such a remarkably short time I could tell Zaidah was becoming more comfortable with him. I watched as they danced together. Both seemed very comfortable with each other and soon Jeff's hands began to wander. At first Zaidah was obviously nervous about that, but within a few dances, she allowed him to explore her body more fully. It was going well – and what was better, from my point of view, Zaidah was becoming more aroused than I had seen her since she first agreed to do this. It was nearing the end of the evening, and while Zaidah was away at the loo, I told Jeff about my intentions. He was not surprised at all, telling me he had sensed something from the beginning. Jeff invited us to adjourn to his room, which was upstairs. When Zaidah returned we discussed his invitation. She wasn't comfortable with the idea. She preferred to return to our home and, since the kids would not be back tonight. I knew I might be able to convince her to let Jeff fuck her. The ride back to our home was very erotic. Zaidah sat between Jeff and me in the back seat of the taxi. She had been giggling almost continuously since getting into the taxi. Jeff started cuddling with her. I didn't mind, because I wanted her to get used to being with another man, and Jeff seemed to be the kind of man I could only hope would be the best for her. Zaidah wasn't used to as many alcoholic drinks as she had consumed tonight, and I knew that she was very close to feeling no pain as I watched him coaxing her into a kiss. Zaidah was reluctant and pushed him away until I smiled and nodded to her. Then she allowed Jeff much more freedom and soon he was again exploring her body as she began to relax. I had agreed to invite Jeff home because he had experience and most of all promised to obey any limits Zaidah put on him. I was hoping that there would be few, if any, and that I would see the seven inches of cock he described as having filling Zaidah's love canal to overflowing with his cum. The taxi driver was a very sporting man. He didn't seem bothered by what was happening in back. Jeff was trying to be as discreet as possible when we passed street lights which illuminated the back seat almost as though it had been lighted. As these lights faded behind us, Jeff had his arm over my wife's shoulders with one hand inside my wife's blouse and I could see her arousal by the way the other nipple had began pressing against the thin fabric. Jeff was kissing her frequently, in long, passionate kisses such as I knew Zaidah liked while his other hand explored her breasts. I wondered how far she would let him go when I saw him push her bra down and begin sucking on one nipple as his hand moved under her skirt. I saw her lift her hips up off the seat as his fingers start touching her pubic mound. By the way Jeff is handling Zaidah; he obviously was very good at seducing a lady. The drinks Zaidah had consumed seemed to be catching up with her. She appeared to have 'forgotten' about me entirely. I had no complaint about that. I wanted to see how she would accept the idea that another man was going to fuck her with me watching. Fortunately we were almost home. I was missing too much of what was happening between Jeff and my wife. I had told him of her insistence that, if and when they moved into the bedroom, I would be there with them. I had been surprised at how easily Zaidah had accepted the idea of another man having sex with her, but I was seeing it happen now – and I loved the thought. Zaidah and Jeff were already in the house by the time I finished paying the cab driver. As soon as I walked in though, I could see things were progressing nicely. Jeff had my wife on the settee, her blouse off and one breast in his mouth as his other hand moved slowly up the inside of her thigh to where I knew heaven awaited. Zaidah was doing nothing to slow his advance. She sat with her head back, eyes closed, and a smile on her face, holding her breast up to his mouth. As I watched, her legs slowly spread and I could see the wetness on her panties and hear her moan softly as Jeff began gently rubbing her covered pussy. Jeff's lips moved to her neck. This was, in my experience, the most sensitive area of my wife's body. Trailing kisses down her neck would almost invariably result in her becoming so aroused she would yield to any sort of love making. Jeff's experience was serving him well. He must have recognized it as one of Zaidah's weaknesses and was taking full advantage of it. He nodded when I motioned toward the hallway that led to the bedroom. We both knew he wanted to make it more comfortable for him to fuck my wife. It was now or never. If neither I nor Zaidah stopped this, another man was going to fuck her, and I knew I wouldn't. This was exactly what I had dreamed of seeing from the first time I had sensed my sister was enjoying sex with someone other than Osman. All the hours of dreaming what this would be like were happening. Jeff was helping and kissing her as he led her to h the room where we always shared our matrimonial bliss, his left hand circling Zaidah's waist. Once in the room, Zaidah seemed to just relax. She sat on the edge of the bed and let Jeff take off her clothing, kissing his way down her lovely form as each item was removed. I knew that she was high, but I could also tell my wife was enjoying this and was very horny. Jeff finished taking her clothes off, then his own, before he lay down beside her to continue his fondling of her body. I sit at the edge of the bed, witnessing the final seduction of my wife by another man. Zaidah seemed almost in a trance as her first lover other than my self gently prepared her for the final act in her seduction by Jeff. Once in a while, she glanced at me with a smile which I returned to show my pleasure. One of the things I liked most about Jeff was he was taking his time, bringing Zaidah to a fever pitch. They kissed each other passionately as Jeff let his fingers trail over Zaidah's cunt lips. Those lovely lips already were sparkling with her need for him, but Jeff was only just gently rubbing up and down, exposing her inner coral colored lips, then slowly inserting a finger inside her. The Education of an Asian Wife Ch. 01 Zaidah gasped as she felt Jeff press his finger deeper, but it was a sound of pleasure. Her hips rose as she tried to get it deeper into her hot pussy which, now, was exuding her juices. My wife had her first orgasm from a stranger before he even had put his thick hardness inside her! It was beautiful watching him opening her for the ultimate pleasure I knew Zaidah would feel when he shot his first load of thick, hot cum deep into her welcoming vagina. Zaidah, on her back was pulling on him, trying to get him to mount her and I waited for the thrill of my life. Then it happened. I watched as Jeff's thick, hard cock slowly entered my wife. He was larger than I thought and it took him several times of withdrawing, then slowly pressing himself deeper in her before I saw they were joined totally. Zaidah was making the hissing sound that told me she was enjoying the slow in and out pumping of her lover's cock in her pussy as she clasped his body close to her. Her legs closed behind his thighs as she met each of his thrusts with one of her own, driving him deep into her cunt. A frothy ring of foam appeared at the juncture of their sex, telling me that Zaidah had just had another of her fantastic orgasms. Her limbs jerked and Jeff's face turned into a picture of pleasure as he felt Zaidah's wonderfully skilled muscles milk his cock. When Jeff gave my wife her first orgasm with his cock, I knew it was a scene I wanted to repeat over and over again. I didn't need to ask Jeff if he wanted to do her again. He sensed that both I and Zaidah wanted to enjoy more of his efforts. What gave me even more pleasure was I could see Zaidah, despite her original objections, was enjoying the way he made love to her. I watched him well into the night as he and Zaidah celebrated their lust in various positions until Jeff could no longer stay hard. That was when I discovered something I had never even expected. I lay down on the bed next to Zaidah and continued fondling her as Jeff had done. It only seemed to intensify Zaidah's arousal and soon she was pulling me over her body and steering my own cock into her cum-filled pussy. I couldn't believe the intense pleasure it gave me to drive my cock through the hot cum Jeff had left inside her. It was like a velvet glove, surrounding my hardness, yet Zaidah's wonderfully developed muscles were rippling up and down my cock in a symphony of delight. Her head rolled from side to side as she took my offering, clutching me tightly as I too added my sperm to Jeff's. That's when I did something I had never imagined I would do. It was so intensely erotic to feel her cum filled pussy giving me such pleasure that I found myself sliding down her belly until my face was at her crotch. Tentatively, I touched the tip of my tongue to the seeping trail of semen that was slowly leaking from her vagina. To my surprise, it was sweet with our mixed juices and I couldn't' resist taking more by clamping my mouth tightly over her swollen pussy lips and using my tongue to clean her. Zaidah's hips bucked as she clutched my head with both her hands, trying to pull me even deeper. Just when I thought I had taken all of it from her I lifted my head and saw my wife with Jeff's cock in her mouth, drawing another load from him. It was as though a dam had opened. My naïve, shy and conservative wife, mother of two had become insatiable. I felt thick lumps of cum filling my mouth, to be swallowed with pleasure, as my wife had yet another hard, bone jarring orgasm as Jeff shot another load into her mouth. I smiled as I watched her swallow his cum. No one would ever guess how much cum had filled my lovely wife's mouth or pussy that night from both a total stranger as well as me... Several hours later, the three of us sat in our living room and exchanged compliments on how the meeting had gone. Jeff couldn't compliment my wife often or strongly enough, and she was equally complimentary about the pleasure he had given her. We agreed that this would not be the last time we would meet, but then Jeff mentioned another couple he had introduced to swinging and asked if we would like to meet them. "They're Chris and Janet," he said handing us a picture of a fully dressed couple with whom he had met. "Both are experienced swingers now, although, like with you, they had never done it before I met them. If you would like to meet them, I'll give you their names and let them contact you." "That would be fine," Zaidah remarked. Sitting between us, she seemed very comfortable for having been thoroughly fucked for hours by the both of us. "I never expected to have another man take me as gently and respectfully as the two of you did. " She gave my arm a squeeze as she continued. "Now that I have had this experience, I think I would like to continue." With that thought in mind, Zaidah and I accompanied our guest to the door and said our goodbye's, knowing that we would be seeing each other again. With a final hug, kiss, and stroking of Zaidah's breast, Jeff left us alone once again. "Were you serious about meeting Chris and Janet," I asked. "As serious as I am about wanting you to take me to bed and make love to me the rest of the night," Zaidah said with a smile equaling my own. * In Chapter 2, we will continue backing up in Zaki's story as they expand their interests with a new couple, Chris and Janet who become favorites of theirs as they are drawn progressively deeper into the swinging lifestyle. The Education of an Asian Wife Ch. 02 This continues the story of how I became obsessed of being a voyeur as well as a swinger. It took time and a lot of energy before I could influence my wife to fulfill my desire to see her with other men, but it was worth it. The combination of these two factors later led us to what happened next. Zaki * It took more than a week before we heard from Chris and Janet, but the wait was well worth it. We agreed to meet at a local club that was well known for being a place where couples could meet with privacy assured, according to Chris. With such assurances, I watched my wife change into western garb that was sure to please any man who saw her after she removed the outer garments which hid her much more flirtatious dress. I had my usual slacks and short sleeved shirt, but little could hide the semi-rigidity of my cock as I thought of what we might experience tonight. We arrived first. The place was exactly as Chris had assured us. Only dim lights at the entryway allowed anyone in the club to see who entered, otherwise we were in an almost totally dark club where the sound of laughter proved the efficacy of the drinks we were served. There must have been twenty or more couples in the area around us, but we could barely make out the shapes of those who were, even at that, obviously enjoying each other. I saw Chris first as he came through the door. I rose to greet him and show him to our table before Janet entered behind him. I was struck by her beauty and barely managed to greet him as my eyes were drawn to a graceful young lady whose eyes drew me like a magnet. She followed us to the circular booth where we were seated and ordered a drink with Chris as she hung the cloak which had only allowed a hint of her lovely form to show. I introduced Zaidah to them and saw that Chris and Janet both were quite pleased with her own beauty. Not knowing the lack of formality swinging creates, I was surprised when Chris slid into the booth next to Zaidah, leaving me to choose between sitting next to him or to Janet. Obviously Jeff had told them of our lack of experience and I let Janet's hand on my arm steer me to sit beside her. That was a pleasure. Now that she had doffed her cloak, I could see she too was in western dress, with a blouse that showed as much as it hid, and a skirt that was slit on the side to almost her hip. As she crossed her legs, I heard the hiss of nylon on nylon but saw that the top of her stockings ended at mid thigh. I hadn't thought of buying nylons for Zaidah, but I knew that beneath her longer skirt, also slit on the side to her knees, she wore only a very filmy pair of panties. While her blouse was a little less revealing than Janet's, she had unbuttoned it down to the swell of her breasts – and I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. As she leaned forward to touch Janet's hand, I saw the neckline sag, giving Chris a very good view of her firm, full breasts. He didn't miss the opportunity. We sat and chatted as two couples would do anywhere, making the same inane conversation strangers often do, then Chris started the ball rolling. "Jeff told us that the two of you were novices at this, so I want to assure you that while we aren't the most experienced couple in the world, we have been around for a while. Nothing you do with Janet will shock me, and I hope you and Zaidah feel the same way." I could see that Zaidah was blushing, and I smiled to show I understood, wondering how much Jeff had told this couple. I was surprised to hear Zaidah agreeing. "I know I won't," she nodded slowly. "Jeff explained that what we all agreed to would be a little difficult to say aloud or experience after so many years of suppression, but that it becomes easier with experience." "Yes, it does," Janet added. "Jeff was our first too, and he made us feel very comfortable so, please, let's enjoy ourselves. We all know what the purpose of this meeting was and I find Zaki to be handsome, like my husband here, so why shouldn't we enjoy each other in the way we know we do with our husbands at home." To demonstrate her honesty, Janet reached up, took my head and turned it toward her. The touch of her lips on my own was more than delightful, and I found myself exploring her mouth with my tongue as Chris did the same with Zaidah. "I think we need to take this somewhere else," I managed to say although almost breathless from the intensity of the kiss I had shared with Janet. I was certain of it as I watched Chris' hands caress Zaidah's full breasts and saw the reaction it caused. We drove to our home in separate cars, but instead of having Zaidah with me, Janet shared the front seat while Zaidah accompanied Chris. It seemed so perfectly logical since neither of our new friends knew where we lived, and also because their two late teen aged twin daughters, Mary and Maria, would be at home. I wondered, as Janet told me this, just how much the girls knew about their parents activities. We found the answer to that much later, but that's a much later part of my story. "Please, make yourselves at home," I told our guests. Zaidah had already taken Janet's hand and was leading her toward the bathroom as it seemed ladies always do 'to freshen up.' They returned later, their eyes shining with mirth and I had to wonder what both had been up to. We shared drinks and snacks with our guests and sat next to each other's spouse getting acquainted until once again Zaidah and Janet left the room. Following a great deal of suppressed giggling, I heard Zaidah ask if we were going to sit in the living room by ourselves the rest of the night discussing nothing important. With a glance at Chris, I got up and started toward the sound of her voice with Chris following close behind. I found her in the bedroom with Janet. Where she had gotten them, or when, I never knew, but the two were dressed almost alike in thin negligees that hid nothing. I almost gasped aloud as my eyes took in the sight of these two beautiful ladies. With firm breasts high on their chests, and the dark hair of their mons venus they could have been twins. I started toward Zaidah, but Janet stepped between us with a smile and a shake of her head. "Unh-unh," she said, "She is Chris' tonight. You must make do with me." That certainly wouldn't be hard, at least not as hard as my cock which found itself rigid and upright in my trousers. Janet helped me take them off along with the rest of my clothing as Zaidah did the same for Chris. When she got to his shoes though, Zaidah did something that I had only seen her do once before. Wrapping her small hand around the most of Chris' swollen cock, she touched it with her tongue and then took the head in her mouth. Chris' groan of pleasure was lost in the same noise I was making when Janet did the same thing to me. Although Zaidah had done this for me many times in the past, seeing and even more so feeling the heat of Janet's mouth on my cock had me near orgasm immediately. Fortunately for me, Janet wanted much more than that and pulled me backward, with her until we were both on the bed. I had bought this bed just in the last week, anticipating our new life style would require more than just a sleeping platform for the two of us. Chris was equally busy testing it out with my wife, pulling her on top of him as he took off her negligee, leaving her nude except for her high heels. She lay on top of him with his swollen shaft between her thighs as they kissed again and again. Then Zaidah sat up, astride Chris and took his shaft in her hand, centering it on her already glistening opening, and slowly lowered herself on his length. I might have kept staring at the beautiful tableaux had it not been for Janet's hand pressing downward between us toward my own very rigid cock which was already oozing pre-cum. With two slow, dragging wipes of my cock head over lips swollen with desire, I felt her hand direct me toward the opening of her pussy. She sighed as I felt the swollen head slip between those lovely lips and press against her inner ring of tight muscle. It was heaven to feel it yielding and then even more so as I felt the first inch or so slide into her hot core. "Lovely," she whispered in my ear as I continued that slide into her steaming cauldron. "It's a perfect fit!" "I knew it would be as soon as I saw you, and I've never been so aroused before in my life." "I can tell," she chuckled. "You feel so good and so hard. I want you to fuck me like Chris is doing your wife." That comment brought me back to my senses momentarily. I looked over to where Chris had my wife's legs caught up in his arms as his cock pistoned back and forth inside her swollen pussy lips. His cock was already shiny with the juices he had stirred inside her hungry cunt and she was gasping with the pleasure his swollen dick was giving her. Having seen only one other man giving my wife this kind of pleasure was enough to stir me to do the same with the lovely Janet. "Does it bother you to see someone else fucking your wife?" Janet said softly. "No, it's something I've always wanted to see ever since I saw my sister being fucked by another man. My brother must know she is taking another man's cock and, like he, I think it's one of the most beautiful sights in the world. I was fucking Janet slowly, mimicking the position Chris was using on my wife. It gave me the advantage of being able to see everything, including my wife's breasts bobbing up and down as her lover fucked her. It was almost more than I could take. I wanted so badly to be there sucking them as she gave her most cherished gift to Chris. But Janet brought me back to the pleasures she provided as I felt her bucking against my hard shaft. Her breasts were equal to Azizah's, and I watched the nipples twirling in a circular pattern as I fucked this beautiful lady. "Were _ you there_ to see _ her get_ting fucked?" she managed to gasp out as I pounded harder and deeper into the steaming cauldron of lust that her pussy delivered. I was about to answer when I saw her face twist in the rictus of orgasm. Her body was jerking in my arms as I felt the heat of her juices spray my cock, soaking my pubic hair. Janet was a hard cummer and that was all it took to send my own hard jets of hot cum deep into her tightly clamping core. I knew it would fill the end of her cunt and push deep into her cervix, just as I wanted Chris' cum to do with Azizah's gift. "No," I managed to say as I collapsed on Janet's perspiration slick chest with my cock still filling her to the end of her delightful pussy. She was still jerking and spasming as her orgasm slowed. My cock, still leaking the last of the cum which filled her to overflowing, had softened only slightly and I continued slowly fucking her until she had recovered from that very intense experience. "I would have liked very much to have been there to see it, but I only had an opportunity to see it on a cd. That's when I realized I wanted to see it, but I wanted to see it with Azizah being fucked. That's how we met Jeff." "He is a wonderful partner," Janet said softly. "We have met three other couples through him, and each of them has become swinging friends. In fact we even had to pass on an invitation from one couple to be with you and Azizah tonight. "I am so glad you did. I have never made love to a westerner before, and it's something I hope you're enjoying as much as I. I don't think there is any doubt that Chris is enjoying himself" I commented looking toward where Chris was now filling my wife's mouth once again with a cock that was increasing in size as her efforts brought it back to life. "Chris loves having a woman suck his cock," she said, and obviously, from the way it's swelling, Azizah is doing a wonderful job of it. Does she like sucking a cock?" I've only seen her do it once before, with Jeff, but she tells me that it's so different from sucking mine that she wants to do it often." Azizah must have heard my comment because it only seemed to intensify her efforts. She was taking Chris' full length in her mouth and I could see the end of his cock swelling her throat. "He won't let her make him cum," Janet assured me. "He told me that the difference between western women and Asian ladies is that they are so skilled in fucking. He can't get enough of our Asian friends, and frankly, neither can I. Have you met any other couples?" "No, you're our first, but I certainly hope you're not the last." I told her with a smile. "Oh, I can assure you that we won't be," she smiled in return. "In fact I was just thinking of an Asian couple I would like for you to meet. He is certain to give Azizah the benefit of his much greater experience, and I know you'll like her. She loves to fuck." The rest of our night was filled with round after round of sex with our partners. We were all exhausted by the time the sun rose the next morning, but still naked, enjoying the feel of soft skin against soft skin, fondling our partners. Finally Chris and Janet said they must make their way back home. Reluctantly, I called a taxi for them and we waved our goodbyes as it faded into the distance. "What's that?" Azizah asked as tossed a scrap of paper on our dining room table. "It's the phone number of an Asian couple they felt we should get to know," I explained. "But right now I couldn't get my dick hard again if your sister was here to suck it." "Well, even though we know she probably would, based on the cd we saw, that's not likely to happen. Let's go back to bed, I'm still sleepy and, if you can, when we wake up again, I would like for you to make love to me like you did to Janet." I would like nothing better, I assured her as I guided her back to the scene of our night's delights. Just as she had planned, Azizah gave me her delightful pussy again when we awoke ten hours later. Life had never been better! The next week was filled with our lovemaking. It had never been as intense as it was now, and just as thrilling as the first time I had fucked my wife after we married. It was as though the experiences with Jeff, Chris and Janet had ignited a fire that could not be extinguished, only banked to hot coals each time we touched, then turning into a raging inferno. It was the best sex either of us had ever had, we admitted to each other, and that prompted our next adventure. "Hello," I said when a voice responded on the other end of the phone line, "Do you know a couple named Chris and Janet?" "Yes. May I ask who is calling?" Rather than take a chance of saying something that might give the person answering the phone information they didn't need at the moment, I said, "My wife and I have become their friends also. They told us that they had met with you and shared the same sexual interests they have. They gave us your phone number and suggested we call you. My wife and I are free tomorrow night. Would you like to meet with us and see if you would be interested in joining us for some fun?" 'Sure. Why not? We don't have anything planned for tomorrow night and we would like to meet with any friends of Chris and Janet. Tell me do you also know Jeff?" The voice caused me a great deal of curiosity, but I knew we had said enough to know that this man and his wife might be interested in having sex with us. I told him that Jeff was the one who had introduced us to Chris and Janet, which got a chuckle from the voice on the other end of the line. "In that case, you already know a great deal about us other than our names, I'm sure. Where shall we meet and when?" I mentioned the name of the hotel where Jeff had met us and suggested seven that evening. That elicited another chuckle from the voice and a comment that it was a good choice - just private enough to have some fun, yet not so outrageous to be well known outside of swinging circles. After discussing what each of us and our wives would be wearing to allow us to recognize each other without pictures, we ended the conversation. As I hung up the phone I turned to a smiling Azizah. "Well, it's on. I don't know why but that voice sounded very familiar. I hope it's not one of our neighbors." "Oh, I'm sure it wouldn't be. Jeff is so conscious of our need for discretion, besides, it's not even a local number." With my concerns allayed, at least to a degree, I told her to be prepared for a long night tomorrow, which brought another smile to my wife's face. At seven the next night, almost on the dot, we stepped through the doorway of the hotel and went to the bar, where we had agreed to meet. The dimly lighted room prevented me from seeing anyone resembling someone dressed as our friends had told us they would be, then, just as I was suggesting that we might be a little early and perhaps we should wait, a tall figure approached us. "Zaki, Is that you?" my brother-in- law asked. I was so shocked I didn't know what to say. I was prepared to deny anything other than curiosity bringing us here until I recognized that he was wearing exactly what the voice on the phone had said he would wear. I let him lead us deeper into the darkness of the club and recognized my sister and how she too was dressed. "Zarina?" Azizah asked in the same incredulous tone of voice Osman had used when he recognized me. Now it was Azizah and Zarina's turn to flush with embarrassment as they recognized that it was each others husbands with whom they had agreed to meet for a potential sexual romp. The sheer incredulity of the situation soon had the four of us laughing. With the ice broken and a degree of sensibility restored, we now sat together, drinking and laughing about how none of us had expected this to happen, but how happy we were now that everything was out in the open. As we passed the time together, I even told how I had found that cd in their bedroom closet and showed it to Azizah. "I thought as much," Zarina said with a smile. "That box was just slightly out of place when I saw it next and so I checked the cd's. You probably didn't notice it, but each case has a very fine filament of tape on it to show whether or not it had been opened. The tape was gone and I suspected, since you were the only one in the house other than our children that you had seen it. Since the children weren't home that week, I knew you must have seen it. Osman and I held our breath for a long time, wondering if you would bring it up. When you didn't, I knew you were either going to be a gentleman and not mention it, or that you were going to keep it a secret from us." She reached over and gave my thigh a squeeze as she then added, "I'm glad you did see it and that you now know our little secret as we do about you since we're meeting like this. Have you and Azizah been swinging long?" "No, we've only met with Jeff, Chris and Janet so far. You are the second couple we've met." "And how do you feel about this, Azizah?" he asked my wife softly. "Well, I have to say it's certainly put a lot more vigor into our sex life," she admitted, blushing. "Do you know how many times I wanted you to fuck me?" Zarina asked me so quietly I knew Azizah couldn't hear her, but it was no matter, because Osman already had my wife's breast in his hand and he was kissing her passionately. "Before I left in the morning, many times I would look in on you and saw that lovely cock of yours making a tent in the sheet covering you. One time I even pulled the sheet off without disturbing you and got a good look at it. You're very well hung, Zaki." With that she encompassed my cock in the fingers of her hand draped over my thigh and sighed, "Very well hung!" "And you have a beautiful body, Zarina. I would have loved to have fucked you, especially after seeing that cd, but I couldn't imagine fucking my wife's sister – until now that is." "Do you really, Zaki, do you really want to fuck an old woman like me when you have my beautiful sister every night?" The Education of an Asian Wife Ch. 02 "You are far from being an 'old woman'" I told her as I turned her toward me and kissed her. Our tongues met and dueled with each other. I would call it a draw, but I got a lot more out of feeling of my sister's breast as my fingers unfastened the large buttons of her blouse. Her breath hissed between her teeth as I squeezed a hard nipple through her filmy bra. She returned the favor by giving my cock a squeeze that had it immediately hard as a rock. "We're wasting time here," Osman said. "Let's get a cab and go to the hotel we have for the night.. The children are with their grandmother, and so we'll have all night together." None of us had any interest that outweighed that idea and only moments later the four of us were crowded into the back of a taxi. The driver, thankfully, apparently had seen something like this before and paid no attention to what we were doing until the scent of female arousal drew his attention. Only his glance into the rear view mirror and his smile told us that he would deserve the extra tip we would give him at the end of our short journey. I certainly couldn't blame Zaidah for supplying her part of that arousal scent. Osman had her breasts on display, with one hand supporting the one in his mouth, while his other hand worked in and out of my wife's swollen pussy lips. Her hips shuttled back and forth on the seat as Osman stroked her G spot. I could tell she was very near orgasm just from the sound of her panting out her pleasure. Of course I was doing my best to make certain Zarina was getting at least equal treatment. She had buttoned her dress back up when we were preparing to go out to get the cab, but as soon as we were in the dark confines of that back seat, she had pulled my arm over her shoulders and pressed my hand to her breast. She showed no reluctance at all in letting me explore those lovely tits of hers either through her dress and bra, or when I slipped my hand inside the soft lace cupping her breasts. She even unbuttoned the bodice of her dress to give me more room to play. Zarina's nipples were at least twice the size of Zaidah's and absolutely perfect for what I was doing to them. They were hard as rocks as I explored first one, then the other, rolling them between my thumb and fingers. I took the time to unfasten the front hooking bra, leaving it hanging uselessly from her shoulders as I pushed one cup aside so I could get one hard nipple into my mouth. Zarina groaned with pleasure and held my head tightly to her breast as her other hand found my hardness and began slowly stroking me to an even higher state or rigidity. Thankfully, it wasn't a long drive to the hotel Osman used when they met a new couple. There also wasn't a great deal of space between where the taxi parked and the doorway, allowing both giggling ladies to leave their dresses in the state we had them as they raced into the back entrance. Osman and I showed our appreciation to the taxi driver with a tip that equaled the fare and whispered thanks. He replied that any time we were out and needed his services, he would be happy to take us anywhere as long as the ladies were as accommodating as they had been tonight. With a final wave at the smiling driver, we went inside. Osman had a large suite, with both a living area and a spacious bedroom. Neither of the girls was in the living area when we got there. We traced them to where we wanted them to be by their giggles. Both had already removed their dresses and were waiting for us. In mere seconds both Osman and I had removed our clothing and joined each other's wife in that large bed that dominated their bedroom. I knew what I wanted more than anything at the moment, the scent of their arousal had permeated my nostrils to the point my mouth was watering for the taste of my sister's hot pussy. I pulled her to me and began kissing her passionately, driving my tongue deep into her mouth while my hands ravaged those lovely tits. "Enough of this playing around," Zarina whispered into my ear. "I want what I saw in your bed months ago in my mouth." With that said, she whirled in my arms and dove to the junction of my thighs, taking my swollen cock into her mouth as my own covered her fragrant pussy. I was in heaven, feeling her experienced mouth beginning to collect the pre-cum juices that awaited her while my tongue spread her swollen cunt lips and I began lapping the delightful sweetness that had collected between them. She tasted as good as I had dreamed so long ago before I had been able to convince Zaidah of the pleasures that awaited her with other men. The sight of her now, her legs wrapped tightly around her brother's torso, purring with the pleasure of his throbbing cock filling her cunt, was almost enough to make me cum in Zarina's mouth immediately. She must have sensed my nearness and intensified her sucking until with a gasp I shot my load of thick, hot cum into her mouth. She immediately pressed her head down tighter and I felt the constriction of her throat as she swallowed the tangy mix of cum. "There, that's out of the way," she murmured when she at last finished cleaning my cock and made her way back up to lay beside me. "I knew that if I didn't make you cum by sucking your dick, you wouldn't be able to fuck me as long as I want you to. " She leaned back and looked at me carefully, with a smile on her lips. "Are you ready? Most men need more time, but I can tell by how hard you are that you want to fuck me as much as I want to feel you inside me." Nothing could have been more correct. I hadn't gone even slightly flaccid as my wife's sister realized. The memories of the way she had fucked her lovers on that cd was enough to make me want her as much as I wanted to see Zaidah being filled with Osman's cum, which happened even as Zarina straddled my hips and poised herself with my cock touching those swollen lips. I heard Osman's grunt as he exploded in Zaidah's tight cunt and heard my wife gasping her own pleasure as she too reached orgasm. Osman continued pumping in and out of her pussy as she went through the aftershocks of an obviously thrilling orgasm, pulling her lover to her tightly and matching his hip movements with her own as she prolonged the delight. "Is she as good as you hoped, Osman?" Zarina asked her husband with a smile. He didn't answer, but I think it was from his breathlessness rather than reluctance. She looked down at me and told me their own little secret as I felt her begin to lower her hips, driving my cock between those tight lips and through an unbelievably tight ring of muscle guarding her core. The mixture of my saliva and her juices allowed a slow and wonderfully pleasant penetration into the first inch or so of her vagina. "Osman has been telling me ever since we were first married how much he wanted to fuck Zaidah. Oh, I know you might be shocked but neither you nor Zaidah knew how often I was being fucked before we were married. Osman knew, because he was one of my lovers from the start, and we finally just decided to make it permanent because he was so good, but he's always wanted to get his dick into my sister's pussy. Then, when you came to stay with us while you were attending that course, it was all I could do to keep from fucking you. You have no idea how many days I came home and masturbated thinking of how good this big dick of yours would feel inside me." She raised herself slightly then edged downward once again, hissing with pleasure as another inch slid into her cock hungry pussy. She looked over at where Zaidah had let Osman slide off her body and asked her, "Was he good for you my young sister?" "Oh, heavens yes!" Zaidah said as her lover wrapped her in his arms again. "If I had known how well and thoroughly he fucked, I wouldn't have waited for Zaki to suggest I fuck other men I would have been over here with him and we could have started this long ago." "Well, now that I've tasted your husband's cock and feel him feeding his dick into me now, I would certainly have let you have Osman. We have so much time to make up for," she gasped as the final few inches of my dick filled her cunt and my wife's sister began slowly fucking me with a cunt rich in muscle that felt like a coiled spring in a slippery velvet glove. I knew before we left the next morning that we would be seeing much of Osman and Zarina, as well as the many friends both had made over the years. I couldn't wait to fuck my sister again or to see my wife's pussy full of strange cock.