The Pat Wong Diaries:

Paul stopped immediately and stood up. He gently lifted my legs over his shoulders, parted them by slapping my thighs and pointed his cock at my pussy.

I immediately turned towards Harry and called out his name.

"Come over," I whispered to him breathlessly in Chinese. "I need you to witness this."

It suddenly dawned on me that nothing in the world was going to stop Paul from penetrating me and for some reason I felt an intense urge to have Harry witness the event as close up as possible.

Paul paused and looked at me with red, fiery eyes. He was aflame and wanted to begin his penetration at once.

Harry stumbled over and kneeled beside me and held my hands.

"My sweet husband," I whispered to him, still in Chinese, "I love you so much."

"I love you too," Harry said, and then kissed me tenderly on my cheek. His breath smelled sweet.

"Go over there and look very closely as his penis penetrates me," I instructed him. "I want you to be a full witness to his penetration."

Harry nodded and immediately stood up and bent down, bringing his face close to my vagina.

"Ok," he said timidly. At which point Paul slowly and gently penetrated me.

"Sex!" I exclaimed in Chinese and immediately squeezed Harry's leg.

"Sex!" I added, addressing Harry in Chinese, "your wife is having sex with a white man!"

I had feared all along that when Paul's penis was inside of me, I would feel guilt or shame. But far from it. I was almost jubilant, reveling in the sex and the lust, my most beloved beside me, sharing that moment with me.

"Harry, Paul is making love to me," I said loudly in English.

"Yes," said Harry, "he is doing it, he is doing it." Then he came back and knelt by my side and held both of my hands very tightly. I looked at him and drew his hands to my lips and kissed them gently. He smiled and nodded and kissed my hands back, trying to keep his lips on my knuckles as Paul loudly thrust himself into me.

Looking at Harry smiling and caressing my hands, I felt an intense love for him. All these years together, all the pain we had endured as husband and wife, and here he is, by my side, loving me as purely as a husband can love a wife. So I pulled him closer to me and we started kissing each other greedily, as if for the first time.

"You have two husbands now, Pat," Harry said to me in Chinese, as he caressed me, "You have two husbands." I opened my eyes wide and rubbed my cheek against his. Harry knew exactly what to say to trigger an orgasm in me, and that simple sentence sparked an intense orgasmic vaginal spasm and I felt my pussy mercilessly grip Paul's penis.

Paul slowed down and stopped, unable to pull his penis back.

"Holy God!" he whispered, waiting for my vagina to loosen up. Overwhelmed by the orgasm, I bit on Harry's lips, and sucked on his mouth, as if trying to consume him as a reward for the words he had just said.

"Second husband, second husband," I kept repeating as I rode the waves of an orgasm that kept washing over me. As I finally relaxed, Paul took out his penis and stepped back.

"Look at that glorious pussy," Paul whispered to himself. "Look at it!" He then pulled back a few more steps and pointed to it. I then heard him loudly spit on my pussy and felt his large penis slapping the lips of my vagina, followed by another long penetration. As his penis penetrated me again, I heard him grunting and squealing with pleasure, overwhelmed by a feeling of complete satisfaction, like a starving puppy attacking a tender piece of raw meat.

Harry and I kissed and caressed each other for a long time as Paul penetrated me. Then Paul withdrew again and said, "Harry, take a look and let me know what you think."

Harry unlocked his mouth from mine, stood up and then bent down and looked at my inflamed pussy. He then looked at Paul and said, "Looks very good! Very good!"

"Smell it, Harry," I asked him. My heart was pounding and I was starting to say things that I had little control over. "Smell it and tell me what you smell."

Harry sniffed at my vagina, his nose touching my wet vaginal lips, and then said, "it smells clean, Pat. It smells very clean!"

"I am doing it, Harry," I whispered in Chinese, "I am having sex with a white man! What would our family think...."

Paul repositioned himself and penetrated me again. "I am in Pat's beef!" he threw his head back, slapping his own ass loudly! "The gash, the gash!" he kept repeating, looking at the ceiling.

"Very good, very good," Harry said, stepping back and unbuckling his belt. He then pulled down his pants and took out his long, skinny cock. It was erect and sweating and already had strings of pre-cum dangling from its red eye.

"Screw my lady," Harry said, as he sat back down on his chair, pumping his cock. "She is a very good lady, very high quality."

"Good lady, high quality" echoed Paul in grunts and then added, "a crown to her husband." I moaned with pleasure.

Paul slowed down and then bent down to kiss me on the lips.

"A queen bee -- that's what you are Pat, a sweet queen bee!" Paul whispered.

"Yeah, a high quality lady," Harry continued. Carol smiled. She had taken one of her large breasts out and was slapping it loudly, as if to signal that she too was aroused.

"My loins! My loins!" Paul cried out, slapping my buttocks gently. My legs were both resting on his shoulders and every once in a while, he would pull one of my feet and take a gentle bite on one of my heels. He then very gently inserted his right hand's middle finger into my anus then smelled it.

My heart swelled with affection for Paul at the sight of him smiling as he smelled his dirty finger. He had been penetrating me now for 10 minutes continuously and the sheer pleasure that he was generating in my body was beginning to overwhelm me and tears were streaming down the side of my temples.

It then occurred to me as he thrust himself in and out of me that Paul was only the third man in my life to have penetrated me, after Akram and Harry.

"I love you so much," I started yelling, addressing him, now crying outright, almost sobbing plaintively. My vagina was tightening again and I felt a warm blanket of orgasm rush through me.

"I feel warm, I feel warm," I cried out, squeezing my breasts.

Then I yelled out with a thin voice that surprised me with its sweetness, "You are my friend, Paul, you are my friend! I don't want to grow old! You are my lover and my friend!"

Paul was sweating and heavy drops of perspiration plopped on my face and nose. I opened my mouth and waited for the next drop to fall. A large one slid from his chin and landed straight on my extended tongue. I closed my mouth and swallowed it. It tasted salty and made me shiver.

Watching this, Harry moaned and stood up and began to slap his penis with his right hand while holding it tightly with his left one.

"Lick his sweat, lick his sweat," Harry pointed to Paul as he looked at me with wild eyes, his hair now wildly disheveled. He then sat down and began to take the rest of his clothes off.

"My wife is very beautiful," he said with a heavy Chinese accent, shaking his head, his voice trembling. He was clearly getting overwhelmed with excitement and was unable to control his accent.

He then got up and looked at Carol and smiled. Carol smiled back at him and offered her right breast. Harry bent down, grabbing his cock tightly in his hand, and began to suck her breast loudly. He then hesitantly moved his head up and slowly pressed his lips against Carol's.

That was when he started farting uncontrollably.

"He is excited," I blurted out, almost apologizing, my maternal instincts kicking in. "He farts when he can't control his excitement."

Carol smiled sweetly and caressed Harry, who was sucking on her breast like a baby, oblivious to the noises he was generating. She grabbed his head and opened her mouth. They kissed for a few seconds and then Harry pulled back and moved up his mouth a little and grabbed Carol's large nose with his teeth. Then he began to suck on it, as if it were a lollypop.

I looked at Harry and felt a sweet pang of love for my husband. Fat and flabby, my husband the avid reader, the sharp mind, the dedicated worker, the man who is now getting old -- and yet still so full of fire. He was masturbating with all his heart and expressing his love for a white woman's nose and face.

Harry then began to lick Carol's face all along saying, "Thank you, thank you." Then, as if remembering what was going on between Paul and me, he suddenly turned around and said, addressing Paul while wagging a finger, speaking in a serious, almost stern tone: "Make her enjoy it, make her enjoy it. She deserves it. She's a good mother, a good daughter, and a very good wife."

"Lovely lady," Paul said without taking his eyes off mine, fully focused on penetrating me deeply.

And then I suddenly felt a series of gushes of warm liquid inside of my vagina. Paul was ejaculating. I opened my eyes and stared at Paul's face. From all appearances, no one would have been able to tell that Paul was ejaculating. His face was tight, but his rhythm had not skipped a beat.

"He is ejaculating in me," I cried out, almost proudly. "I feel his semen! I feel his semen!"

Harry hurried to my side and grabbed my hand again.

"Honor! Honor!" he whispered to me in Chinese. "I have respect for you, Pat, much respect!"

Paul continued to ejaculate in me for another half a minute or so, but did not withdraw when his ejaculation was complete. He continued with his penetration, as if nothing had happened.

Realizing that he was not going to stop, I leaned up and forcefully grabbed his left tittie and bit it gently, as if to reward him for not stopping. His semen was now flowing out of my vagina, and the extra lubrication was heightening my intense pleasure.

It was then that it occurred to me that Paul's huge cock didn't feel its size at all. I yelled several times and bit my lips. This was a pure man, a male who knew instinctively how to fulfill a female. I closed my eyes and opened my legs as far apart as possible, inviting Paul to continue his work until he had seen it fit to stop.