Six years ago, I had an interesting encounter with a Chinese couple in the city of Suzhou, China. I've never spoken to anyone about this incident that led to the blossoming of my sexual relationship with a most loving couple. Not to my peers, not to my wife, not to my best friends, not to anyone. It's one of those secrets that's too private to tell, but too erotic to keep to oneself forever. It's something I've romanced about over and over in my mind many, many times since it happened, each time bringing back at least a little bit of the happy feelings and memories I experienced that night.
Over the last ten years, I've enjoyed reading erotic stories from books and in recent times from the Internet. The Internet does indeed offer the anonymity to share secrets, which might be too sensitive or private with those you know. I am not a natural writer of English classical erotica, but I've decided now to use this medium to get this joyful secret off my chest. To share it with someone... anyone... by writing down what happened that night.
This story is unlike most of the stories on this site. It is not a fantasy. What I am telling here really happened. But for the sake of preserving the anonymity, names of places and the participants have been changed so that my real life friends would not be embarrassed. As that incident took place many years ago, some of the intimate details may have escaped me. However I can still vividly remember the happy happenings of that night. More clearly in fact than any other nights of my present life.
What happened involved my friends Mao Cun, his wife Qing (not her real name) and I. We are intimate friends now. At the time of the incident, we had known each other for about six months. We met during the course of my work. Earlier that year, my company had established a new business unit in their city and I had to make monthly visits to oversee the operations. Mr. Mao was then an official in the local security bureau. He was a helpful person, sincere and always going that extra mile to get things done. As anyone who had done business overseas, good relationships with the right local partners can make the difference between success and failure of the deal or venture. And good partners include people in governmental positions.
Mr. Mao then looked a few years older than his true age of 45. He had experienced the hardships of life during the turbulent years of the Cultural Revolution. It was only with the opening up of the Chinese economy in the 1980s that he found life getting easier.
Mr. Mao’s wife Qing (not her real name) was of the same age of him. She was still beautiful and youthful with a curvaceous body that would have been the envy of other young local women. Standing at 5’ 5” she looked like a woman in her late thirties, especially when she was dressed in skirts and stockings. Through our frequent contacts, it was common for me to invite the couple for meals and drinks. Initially we met with larger groupings, as it was the custom to include Mao’s colleagues and people from my own company. However with frequent contacts, we developed a friendship, which allowed us to treat each other as friends. I was sometimes invited to their home for dinner and likewise I could entertain them in the privacy of my hotel suite.
Mao and Qing were a most loving couple who sometimes held hands in public. However Qing was more traditional in her thoughts and held more firm beliefs in the propriety of female behaviors in olden Chinese society. Her husband on the other hand was open minded and free with his thinking of moral rights and wrongs. As China continue to develop, he felt it inevitable that moral standards would change with the times. Divorces, pre-marital sex, co-habitation would become less frown upon even by people of his generation. Needless to say, Mao and Qing felt the need to catch up with the times. We often went out dancing at local clubs and drinking at KTV lounges where ‘san pai’ or social escorts were available. Even though intimate contact between unfamiliar girls and men were specifically proscribed by local Chinese regulations, Mao tolerated their presence as he felt it something normal and natural.
In Mao’s presence, Qing grew increasingly uninhibited in my company. She would dance slow dances holding her bosom firmly to my chest. Sometimes she would even grind her crotch against my bulge when the lighting was dimmed as the evening wore on. She became more expressive about things sexual and was curious and asked a lot about how women lived overseas. She had learnt about orgies and other forms of explicit sex through watching pornographic VCDs that were easily available in the streets and was quite fascinated with group sex, public nudity, and swinging in the more liberated societies outside.
As my visits became more frequent and of a longer duration, the frequency of our contacts increased. Sometimes Mao and Qing would visit me in the hotel singly collecting gifts I had brought for them or sending me my normal replenishment of Chinese tea or drinks. They would stay and talk socially for hours at a stretch and made use of the toilet facilities which are much more comfortable than those at their own home. We began calling each other by first names dropping all formalities when we met with each other.
I began to look forward to meeting with them each day. The restaurants around my hotel provided good food and they became regular guests unless Mao had other more pressing commitments.
It was in early or middle December, a Friday night that I was drinking beer and Chinese spirit in my hotel room. We had earlier had a filling dinner at the hotel restaurant and had returned to my room to continue with our conversation and drinking. It was the sort of night that we'd had many times before. After dinner, we liked to socialize a little bit more, and when it got late, Mao and Cun would either take public transport of a taxi home. However that night, Mao had brought along three full bottles of Wuliangye, one of the best Chinese white spirits that he had received as a gift from a local Chinese company. As we had downed two full bottles of red wine during dinner, I decided to drink the beer I had stocked in the fridge. Mao was against the idea as he felt that cold beer was not good for health during winter. So we stopped after having only a single can each and switched to the spirit he had brought along.
An hour later, we could see through the window that there was a huge snowstorm outside. Heavy snowfall was rare in Suzhou, but for that year, the Siberian cold front was slow moving and the temperature had remained near zero degrees for a few days. None of us however was expecting that the rapid build-up of snow outside. I thought it unwise for Mao and Qing to return home and invited them to use the extra bed in the room. It was unlikely that there would be buses or taxis outside given the adverse weather conditions. They agreed and Qing called her daughter up and told her she and the father were going to spend the night with me at the hotel.
I invited them to have their bath in the hotel room and offered them the use of my spare night clothing from the suitcase. We took turns to clean up but we wore back our clothing, as it was too early to change for the night. We left the pajamas and boxer shorts on the dressing table as we continued to talk. The spirit was having its effects on Qing and me as we had drank more wine before. Qing decided to switch to Chinese tea while Mao continued topping up my cup and his. The TV was on, but no one was interested in watching it, so Qing turned it off. Instead we began talking more inhibitedly as we recounted our early day experiences.
I told them of my experience as a student in England where my cherry was popped by a hostel maid. She was eighteen, and had a hairy pussy and she loved sex. We made love a few times every night. Qing wanted to know more about the differences between the Chinese and the Western as she seemed to believe that they have more fleshly organs and are more lusted after by Asian men.
She continued, ‘Cun thinks I have a better and tighter pussy as I grow older. He is always fantasizing about oral sex. I think it’s quite sexy, but I am scare it is so dirty for a man to put his mouth there. I may bring him sickness or bad luck. Hung, do you think it’s alright.’
I confessed that I was addicted to pussy eating, especially that of my first wife. She was a Western girl with large boobs and had very tight and fleshy pubes. I could lick and orally masturbate her to climax for an hour each night. She divorced me after twenty years to return to England as she was missing life there. My second marriage was to a woman of 45. A widow, she held more traditional beliefs and hence we were not into oral sex.
Mao confessed that Qing was the first woman he had sex with. He had remained celibate during years of separation in the early 1980s and had only two weeks of sex during his annual visit home during the lunar New Year holidays. ‘We were young and so in need for sex that we fucked every night and even when she was menstruating. There was so little time and we had to use every available minute in bed to satisfy that longing before our next separation. The last ten years had been good, but with progress we need changes in our attitude to sex. Really I want Qing to know that oral sex is not abnormal. I want to try it with her before I die. I won’t lick another woman there, but I do not mind having someone else suck me.’
The evening wore on and Qing recounted a secret she had never revealed even to her own husband. It was during those period of forced separation. ‘I never dare tell Cun, even during those conservative times, there were bed things going on between those in power and those whom they controlled. I knew that some officials had sex with other women when their husbands had to work in other provinces.’
