"There's an old Chinese Proverb that sums it up well," said Diane. She was speaking to a small group of friends gathered around a restaurant table. She held her wine glass high, almost as though she were making a toast. "I don't recall the exact translation just now, rather too much wine I think, but the gist of it..."
"The gist of it," interrupted Mitchell, her husband. His voice was loud and garrulous and could be heard throughout the crowded restaurant where the group was gathered. "The gist of it is how much better a place the world is when your cock is in your concubine's mouth."
Conversation at the table halted as he continued, "The sage goes on to say, quite eloquently really, how the world is better still when your cock is buried balls-deep in your concubine's ass."
The room went still. Diners stopped with their utensils in mid air, suspended between plates and open mouths. The waiters stopped in mid-service, plates of food balanced precariously over the silent guests. The silence in the room was as complete as it was sudden. Even the din from traffic on the street outside seemed to have stopped.
"Our immortal author however," continued Mitchell, seemingly unfazed by the shocked silence that confronted him. "Never made it clear whether the generously accommodating concubine in question was male or female. Addressing, as it were, both the universal and personal at the same time; now there's the key to timeless wisdom, wouldn't you agree?"
"That was some performance you gave at dinner" said Diane, visibly angry at the way the friendly gathering had ended. They were back in their hotel room and she was slipping out of her dinner dress.
"If you mean interrupting your flaccid recounting of that inane proverb you are so enamored of," Mitchell replied, admiring his wife's figure as her dress fell around her ankles and she stepped out of it. "I'm sure our guests welcomed my intervention."
"Oh, I'm sure they did not!" she said angrily. She bent forward to retrieve her dress from the floor and her breasts swelled against the fabric of her bra, exposing ample cleavage. "That is a cruel distortion of a beautiful sentiment I was attempting to share with our friends." She stood up straight, proudly exhibiting her full shapely figure accented by her choice of exquisite lingerie. She tossed her dress onto the foot of the bed.
"I can assure you it is no distortion, dear," he said. "It's well documented that concubines were chosen based primarily on their sexual skills." He watched as she rolled down her stockings, teasing him with the sight of her breasts nearly falling out of her bra as she removed her stocking. She reached behind her back, unfastened her bra and allowed it fall away from her delightfully large large breasts which swayed softly as the moved. Her nipples were firm and stood out from her almost perfectly circular areola.
