Ting sat high in the saddle, her pussy tight against Wendy's mouth. Occasionally she would lean forward, allowing Bill's cock to pump a few more rivulets from her tight little cunt once more. Wendy was getting the benefit of both her husband's and my wife's juices, rubbing her tits as I watched.
It had already been one heck of a night! I had fucked Wendy until I couldn't screw any longer, despite her marvelous lips being wrapped tightly around my schlong. Bill had done the same for Ting, but he lasted longer. Our neighbors had just recently returned from a vacation in Jamaica that Bill told me had been one of the most erotic they had ever enjoyed.
"And you'll never guess who we met," he had told me before we started partying. "Do you know Miriam and Park?" he asked. I responded I knew them vaguely, but not as well as I would have liked. Park was a gentle Korean who owned and occasionally operated the local convenience story, assisted by his wife, Miriam.
Park was a gentleman in every sense of the word. He never failed to smile and compliment his female customers, and kid their husbands about having gotten the best end of the deal in their marriage. Miriam played along with it, often teasing the male customers with a display of her trim figure as she rang up their purchases. It was the kind of store where everyone felt comfortable and shopped regardless of the fact that other stores had lower prices. The convenience and conviviality more than made the difference.
"That guy is built like a horse," Bill had told me. "I was in the fresh water shower, getting rid of the salt, when he came in. He dropped his suit and I swear he has a cock that's half again as long as mine when it's soft. It's not very thick, or at least it wasn't when I saw it but, man! What a dick! I told Wendy about it and she just had to see for her self. To make a long story short, we swapped that night and what a ride he gave her. And that Miriam…" he shook his head as if in disbelief, "I thought our gals had great figures, but this gal makes your tongue hard when she takes of her clothes. She shaves that little muff of hers and it just makes you sit up and beg to get it in your mouth."
"And, did you?" I asked.
"You better believe it. All it took was the sight of Wendy eating her pussy like it was cream from a saucer before I knew I had to have it too. She gave it up as soon as I had rocked her boat a few times and I thought it was about the tastiest treat I've had in years, until I tasted it mixed with Park's cum. That really made it special!"
"And how about Wendy? Did she like the way he fucked her?"
"I'll say she did," Bill exclaimed. "She says he had his dick in her so deep it made her cum just feeling him sliding it in. She told me that the head of it was just like the dasher in a cream churn. She couldn't turn it loose!"
"Sounds like someone I'd like to see working Ting over."
"You won't regret it, man. He'll have her on cloud nine for the entire night."
With all that interesting conversation going through my head, I fucked Wendy to a stand still that night. We were still in bed, relaxing with a cigarette when I asked her opinion.
"Ting will love it," she acknowledged. "He's not as heavy as you two guys are, and he lasts at least as long. But something else is how Miriam reacts. She goes bananas when she sees her husband fucking. All the time he was screwing me and even when Bill had his dick up her cunt, she had her mouth on my pussy. I think she likes girls as much as he does."
Another interesting facet. Since we had found our way into this lifestyle, I had been amazed at how hard it made me to watch my lovely wife muff diving. All the gals liked her ministrations and several had even come over to the house during the day for some girl/girl fun. I had to admit that it turned me on too. Maybe not as much as watching one of the guys screw her, but it was still something that made me fuck her even harder when she was finished with her female partner. I remembered how she had told me when we first got together that she had learned to eat pussy and suck cocks to prevent pregnancy before she was married. She had certainly refined her talents since then and still loved it as a prelude or finale to some thrilling evenings. Knowing that Miriam too went both ways was a sure-fire way to get to know her better.
That night was great but already, on the way home, I was thinking about how we could entice Park and Miriam to join us in our newly organized group. I knew Bill and Wendy would tell them of our interest, just as both had said, but I wondered how Ting would react to an Asian man fucking her. She had always told me that they were considerably smaller on the average than most Caucasians, but I wasn't so sure that it wasn't some kind of cultural bias, just as our most recent experience with blacks had been. Ting assumed that all black men were built as well as Art until she had her next experience with a gentleman whose six inch length felt better in her ass than in her pussy. Fortunately Art had been there to fill her pussy while his friend explored her ass. She loved the double penetration, but admitted that she would have preferred that Art screw her anytime over most black couples we had met since then. That suited the heck out of me, because Candy was a marvelous fuck and never failed to give me a thrill anytime Ting was out with Art, getting her black education.
Still, due to our conflicting schedules, it wasn't until a couple of weeks later that Park and Miriam could accept our invitation to have dinner with us.
I had insisted that we have the dinner catered, realizing that having Ting prepare and serve it as was our custom, that it would take away too much of her time from the meeting with Park and Miriam.
It turned out to be the perfect solution. Ting was dressed in one of her loveliest cheong sams, the black frog closures closing over her breasts in a caress, while the long, diaphanous undergarment disclosed the shape of her lovely legs. In short, she looked marvelous!
Our conversation over the glass-topped dinner table was equally fascinating. I learned that Miriam had been a dancer when Park met her. We chuckled as we discussed how long each of us mere males had been held off before our wives caught us. I could see why Park had been captivated by Miriam. With her long, beautifully sculpted dancer's legs, flashing dark eyes, there was still little to give away her Mediterranean heritage. She admitted that she still taught dancing when she had time and it showed in her curvaceous body. Full breasts were barely contained in a dress with a neckline that met only at her waist. Her upper works tapered to a small waistline, and then swelled once again to hips that had my mouth watering already, wanting desperately to be between those strong thighs. She obviously knew that her body was a symphony in motion and had dressed accordingly tonight, in a powder blue dress and skirt that was slit to mid-thigh, the view was breathtaking.
I would normally have insisted that we take our after dinner wine into our living room, but I didn't want to give up the view I had of thighs that no longer were hidden thanks to the provocative slits. Our conversation was now much more open and flirtatious since the caterers had left. Park was telling Ting how much he had enjoyed their vacation in Jamaica with our friends Wendy and Bill. Ting teased Park by insinuating she had heard about their nights together until finally Park admitted that they were swingers in a small group. Miriam and I were following the conversation generally until that point, talking softly between us. I couldn't help but notice that the exposure of her legs was becoming increasingly more pronounced. She caught me looking and as though encouraged by her husband's admission, Miriam raised herself slightly and lifted her skirt higher on her thighs until I saw the top of her stockings. Her smile asked me if I approved. As my interest was becoming very obvious, judging from the swollen condition of my cock, my eyes (and the bulge at my thigh) must have given my thoughts away and l was treated to a view of the unobstructed juncture of her thighs. Bill had been right. Miriam was totally shaved. She sat across from me, her tongue barely caught between her teeth, smiling at me. We were both staring at each other through the glass table with unobstructed views and obvious interest. I barely heard what Ting said the first time, until she repeated it.
"Park said he would like a tour of the house, if you'll excuse us." I could barely nod. Looking only at Miriam, I felt my throat go dry as though this had never happened to me before. I was barely conscious of Park standing and moving over to stand beside Ting. She took his hand, stood up, put it around her waist, and led him out of the dining room. I noticed he too had a prominent bulge at the thigh of his trousers.
"Do I get a tour too?" Miriam asked as I stood up and walked around the table to stand next to her. I was almost embarrassed at the tenting of my trousers and how she was obviously staring at it. She took my hand and stood up, as though answering her own question. She looked into my eyes, moistened her lips and tilted her head up as though expecting a kiss.
I certainly wasn't going to miss that opportunity. My lips met hers, opening as I felt the tip of her tongue against them. Her tongue was as hot as my fevered brow. Our tongues dueled for supremacy until I felt her hand moving slowly over my still engorged cock. I couldn't resist. I answered her prompting with my right hand, covering her full breast, then sliding into the neckline of her dress and over that warm tit. Her nipple was hard and hardened even more as her hand gripped me harder.
