**TW: This story contains scenes of dominance and submission that resemble nonconsensual assault. They are not, however -- everything is consensual. That will become clear if you make it to the end of the story.
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There was a knock at the luxury hotel suite's door -- three quick raps.
"Is everything good?" Asked my wife Suzy.
"One sec," I replied as I made a final adjustment to the garter clip on the back of her left thigh, stood up, and stepped back to admire our handiwork.
Suzy looked positively radiant as she performed a little 360-degree twirl to give me the full view. Her lacy black garter belt was holding up her sheer black thigh-high stockings, which ended inside her strappy black stiletto heels. The lingerie set was completed by a black lacy open bra, which gave a little lift to Suzy's firm B-cup breasts. Her large, dark, hardening nipples projected out in front of her, poking through the soft cascade of her long black hair.
Without panties, Suzy's straight black pubes projected forward from her mound. Their wispy sparseness just below her smooth flat stomach made Suzy look much younger than her forty years; well, that and her extraordinary South East Asian genes. Even at this age, she could easily pass for early twenties, and regularly got carded when we went to bars. Knowing what the evening had in store for her, the arousal that Suzy felt was causing her clitoris and inner labia to peek out from between her lips, clearly visible to the naked eye upon inspection.
"Well?" Suzy inquired, eyebrow cocked, hands on her hips.
"You are perfection." I announced. "Answer the door."
Suzy twirled towards the door to our hotel room, virtually naked, to welcome our first guest. We were about to sail into uncharted territory, and our mutual excitement was at a fever pitch.
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Suzy Tran and I had married two years after we met. She had been twenty-seven and I thirty-seven. We had met through mutual friends and it had been love at first sight for us both. So many white men have the "yellow fever" -- but I had never even dated an Asian girl before I met Suzy. Once I fell, though, I fell hard. I had just never known any other woman who so perfectly integrated brains, humor, strength, playfulness, and beauty.
At that time, Suzy was working as a junior analyst at a venture capital firm. I already had a successful career running my own business. I think that Suzy and I admired one another's ambition and success, but I'd also have to admit that I was instantly attracted to her beauty. She could've been Jennifer Phan's doppelganger. In fact, Suzy had done some modeling work as a teenager, and had considered making a career out of it. But she was the Americanized and entirely-over-educated child of Vietnamese immigrants. And her parents wanted her to finish her Stanford education and go into law or business. Being the good girl that she was, she fulfilled their hopes and expectations of her.
Like many passionate relationships, the first five-or-so years of our relationship were a non-stop fuck-fest -- during stretches we would go at it twice a day, seven days a week. Other than anal, which she had never done and which never held any attraction for her, there was virtually nothing that we hadn't tried together. But, like many long-term relationships, as the years wore on, our sex became more routine, less creative, and less frequent.
I don't know what possessed me one night while we were fucking. Suzy was riding me cowgirl -- our default position. I guess I just wanted to spice it up when I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, and I whispered in her ear "Imagine I'm sitting in the chair over there, watching you get fucked."
Suzy moaned loudly at the suggestion, and began to grind more vigorously on me. The pressure of my pubic bone against her clitoris was pushing her closer and closer to orgasm.
"Is it turning you on to see his massive cock slamming into my little Asian pussy?" She asked, breathing heavily. "Are you jerking yourself off while you watch? Is it going to make you come watching me kiss him while he's fucking me like this?"
I couldn't take it -- the fantasy was so hot, I started pounding myself up into Suzy rapidly and I came, shooting my load into Suzy's tight juicy snatch. The extra pounding had the desired effect on Suzy and she came when I did, yelling loudly, her powerful pelvic muscles gripping, then releasing, gripping, then releasing, my own throbbing penis, milking every last drop out of me.
"Holy crap!" I exclaimed, panting.
"I know, right? Where did that idea come from?" Suzy asked, similarly breathless. She melting on top of me as the spasms of her orgasm began to recede.
"Porn, I guess." I replied, sheepishly.
"Mmmm -- sounds like good porn!" Suzy replied. "Is it just a fantasy, or is it something you really want to do?"
Damn, she really called the question. One thing I always loved about Suzy is that she was no-nonsense, no-bullshit.
"Only if it excited you, too. I would try anything you wanted to try, baby." I responded, truthfully.
"Right back at ya." Suzy replied. "Let's keep talking about it!" She rolled off me and drifted into slumber.
Over the weeks that followed, our sex life experienced quite a renaissance. The frequency and intensity of our sexual encounters took a quantum leap forward, as we incorporated dirty talk about other men into almost every session. Sometimes we would fantasize about one other man, and I would watch. Other times I would participate. The idea of getting spit-roasted was especially exciting to Suzy. We would even act that out with a dildo, which inevitably elicited loud, hard, intense orgasms for her. And for me too, if I'm being honest. Sometimes we would even fantasize about three, four, or more men, and Suzy would talk about getting gang banged in front of me, which I found particularly arousing.
After months of this, we finally decided that it was time to realize the fantasy. That set off weeks of dinner table conversations about logistics and participants. In the interest of anonymity, we could've gone to Vegas, or even overseas. And we could have placed an ad in any swingers app and hooked up with a stranger. But the more we worked through it, the more sense it made that the first new person invited into our bed should be a friend -- someone we already both knew, liked, and trusted.
That's where our friend Theo entered the picture. Theo was also first-generation Asian-American, the son of Korean immigrants. Like Suzy, he worked in finance. We had become close friends with Theo and his last girlfriend over the course of several years, enjoying dozens of dinner parties and long wine-fueled nights of conversation together. He checked all our boxes: he was smart, funny, tall, handsome, and we both trusted him implicitly. Plus, having worked out with him at the gym several times, I could vouch that Theo was amply well-endowed. Myths about Asian penis size, based on my limited sample, appeared to be unfounded.
Theo had broken up with his girlfriend a couple of months earlier, and we invited him over for dinner on the pretense of curing his loneliness with a friendly evening get-together. During dinner, we confessed our real motivation, and walked him through our thoughts about it, and about him.
Theo was flattered, and receptive. To his credit, his main concern was to do nothing would injure my relationship with Suzy; and his second concern was to do nothing that might damage the friendship among us. We assured him that our priorities were the same as his, and that if it got complicated, or awkward, we would talk it through and work it out like the good friends that we are.
From that night forward, Theo became a regular third in our bed. Once every couple of weeks or so he would join us. Usually, it would go just like that first fantasy I had articulated: Theo and Suzy would have sex in front of me while I watched and masturbated. But sometimes, Suzy would blow me while Theo banged her tight little pussy from behind, or vice versa. One of the most amazing things that we discovered was that, although neither Theo nor I had ever identified as bisexual, with Suzy as the tie that bound us, we both enjoyed licking her juices off of one another, and even licking Suzy's clit while the other fucked her -- "fucklicking," we called it.
Through the course of these many threesomes, we came to confess to Theo our fantasy about entertaining a larger group of men, and with much discussion and planning, we enlisted him to help us make it happen. To Theo's credit, the idea of introducing more men to Suzy's spectacular snatch produced no jealousy at all. Very much to the contrary, he loved the idea.
We decided that we would do it at nice downtown San Francisco hotel, and that Suzy and I didn't want to know the other men ahead of time (or see them again afterwards). And that's how my wife came to find herself practically naked in barely-there black lacy lingerie, her hand on a hotel room door.
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Suzy opened the door wide, as planned, to find Theo standing there in a suit, with a single red rose in one hand, and a bottle of champagne in the other. She stepped into the hallway to fling her arms around him and give him a kiss on the lips, lifting her left foot coquettishly as she did. The couple pulling their carry-on bags down the hotel hallway at that instant got quite an eye-full. I think they even saw me inside the room. Whatever they thought was going on, the truth was probably beyond their imagination.
"Is this for me?" Suzy asked, taking the rose, and leading Theo by the hand into the room.
"It is. Now pour us some champagne." He ordered, giving my wife a smack on her rear. "The others will be here shortly." Theo walked to the closet and hung up his suit coat.
"Yes, sir!" Suzy responded.
"That's 'yes, sir, Theo, sir!'" Theo corrected her.
"Yes, sir, Theo, sir." Suzy answered submissively, giggling just a little.
"How've you been, Sam?" Theo asked me while Suzy opened the champagne and poured three glasses. "You ready for this?"
