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Subject: {ASSM} Appreciation (mf, first time swinging, arab) <*>
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Please don't edit or publish without my written permission.  Anyone
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Appreciation (mf, first time swinging, arab) <*>
By Juniper_bush - Juniper_bush@hotmail.com
Aug 14, 2002.

  You can say that my life was different from most typical Americans. 
I was born and raised in New Jersey, but my parents were conservative
Egyptian Arabs.  I grew up a well-adjusted male, who followed his
religion as much as I could.  Life was fun, I had friends, and went on
to college to study Biology.   I never dated, or messed around, or
partied, and soon after graduating, I let my parents find me a bride,
and by the tender age of 23 I was happily married to a sweet 17 year
old girl from Egypt (Yes underage marriages are allowed as long as the
marriage doesn't occur on American soil.)

  Life was good...well in the beginning anyway, because my wife was
moody and we soon started fighting.  We fought over big things, little
things, stupid things, and important things.  Any normal western
couple would have broken up the second year, but we were a traditional
pair, so we kept at it.  Divorce for us was a major no-no, and we
tried all we could to make it work.  My wife was a shy modest female,
but she would end up having screaming fits during our weekly
arguments/fights....Life sucked.

  We dragged it out 8 years.  In the meantime, we had 2 kids.  And
they were great, but like most children in a stressed family, they
caused more fights.  It's your turn to change his diapers, put her to
sleep, don't yell at her... 8 years, I can't even believe that now...wow,
8 Years.  But by the end of the 8th year, both of us were at wits end.
 During our lucid moments, we talked about divorce, but neither of us
could put our foot down and just do it.  So we kept up the charade.
 
  It was a fated Saturday night after the kids were asleep, that my
wife Fatima and I were watching a movie about something.  Funny
enough, the movie's main couple were swingers.  We both knew what
swinging was, but we had never given it much thought beyond the
regular conversations of "How sick are those people!".   But this
movie was different;  The couple in this story had a shit relationship
like us, and somehow the swinging saved their marriage.  Of course,
everyone in the movie was gorgeous, so of course it worked out.  I
didn't give it much notice and just enjoyed the movie.

  "Do you think wife-swapping would help our marriage out?", my wife
asked nonchalantly.

  I mentally fell out of the sofa chair onto the floor, "Huh? What?" 
I had not been expecting her line of thought.

  My wife continued ...she must have been thinking about it before the
movie, because she was an absolute prude, and these were some pretty
non-prudish thoughts, "You know, what that couple in the movie did. 
It seemed to excite the man enough that he was more committed to the
marriage.  Do you think it would help our marriage?"

  I was stunned.  It was an interesting concept.  Swinging.  How many
times had I thought about it as a fantasy.  My religious upbringing
though, was revolted by the idea, and I told her so.  Telling her that
Hell was waiting for people who did things like swinging.

  She laughed, teased me about a bit more, then acquiesced, and we
dropped the topic.

  But wife-swapping stayed on my mind.  I thought about it, as a lark.
 Wife-Swapping, what a concept.  Such a colossally screwed up concept;
I knew it... But, our marriage sucked and we were close to divorce. 
Would swinging be `not that bad' if it saved our marriage?

  Sex with my wife was really, really boring.  She still wouldn't give
me oral sex, or even let me go down on her.  My wife was the only
lover I had ever had in my life, and I admit I was intrigued with the
idea that I could have sex with another woman.  But the thought of
sharing my wife with another man...no way, I'd sooner share my toilet
paper.

  But it kept knawing at me, and 3 weeks later, innocently enough,  I
surfed over to an obscure swinging website while bored at work.  My
heart was pounding a mile a minute as I scanned the website.  What
swinging was, how it worked, how to ensure you met a compatible
couple;  Wife swapping, everything.

  It was wrong, but oddly exciting.  I thought about it: Letting
another man fuck my wife.

  Some of the pictures of the couples had were very nice.  But we were
just a bunch of Arab's...would these people be interested in us?  Would
this fitness instructor and her lawyer husband be interested?  Highly
doubtful.  Maybe we should put an ad online and see what comes out of
it?

  That night I mentioned it to my wife at dinner.  "Hey, I was
thinking about that movie we watched a couple of weeks ago. I was
looking at this swinging website at work today.  It's really funny. 
It might be fun to put an ad up just to see who responded."

  My wife looked over at me with a smile, "Are you serious?  Where you
really thinking about it?  I just mentioned it to see what you'd say. 
I would never have sex with another man except you!"

  Not really interested.  Haha.  Except now I was interested.  We
talked about it some more.  And it took some gentle pushing, but she
agreed that maybe she'd like to see what happens.  Which was strange
in itself, since this was the sort of sick stuff she would never do. 
She still wouldn't watch pornography.  How the hell was she interested
in this?

  I told her I'd put an ad up and see what came out of it.  We could
look at some of the repliers and get a good laugh at it.

  Back at work the next day, I quickly finished off my daily tasks. 
Then, making sure I had some privacy, I drew up a quick ad.

  Young Egyptian arab couple, very shy and new to swinging lifestyle. 
Interested in meeting a young, good looking, clean cut, professional
couple for a discrete encounter in town.  He is 31, 5'10, 190 pounds,
and in decent shape.  She is 25, 5'6, brown hair, 120 pounds, petite. 
Neither of us has ever had another sexual partner.  Contact us at
arabcouple2002@yahoo.com

  I logged in to the same swinging website and followed the links to
the submit new ad area.  My hands were shaking as I clicked, "Place
ad".   Finally done, I collapsed back in my chair, sweating profusely.
 Had I done the right thing?  I shut down all mental processed and
ducked out for a quick coffee break.

  Later, I got back to doing some work, and every hour I checked my
yahoo account for some replies. Nothing.

  I went home that night and told my wife that I'd placed the ad.  She
laughed gaily.  Did we get any replies?  I was a bit dejected, no
actually we didn't.

  The next day was the same old thing.  I checked my email account 15
times throughout the day.  Nothing.

  This continued for about a week and I gave up.  It must have been
the Arab references that turned people away from our ad.  Most couples
just wanted to do it with other good looking white couples.  That
pissed me off.  I told my wife it was over.  No one was interested.

  She didn't seem too happy neither, "Well, I'll check the account out
once in a while, and maybe someone will email us eventually."  I was
like whatever.  I had to go to the gym so I told her to enjoy herself.

   Life continued, and I actually completely forgot about the ad and
swinging.  It must have been 5 months later that I got a call from
home.  My wife was very excited about something, "Hey, Do you remember
that ad we put on that Swinging website?"

  I was confused, "Swinging website?  What are you talking
about?.....ohhh, that website.  Yeah I remember, what about it?"

  My wife started laughing, "Well someone just wrote an email to us
about it, I just checked for the first time in 2 weeks, and it was
there.  Here I'll read it to you.  Hi, I saw your ad on
SwingersUnlimitedPersonalAds.com.  My wife and I are quite interested
in your ad.  I'm very interested in meeting an Arab couple, and I'm
sure my wife would be also.  I'm 33, 6'2, 215 pounds, brown hair with
a goatee, and very muscular.  My wife is a curly brunette, 27, 5'9,
138 pounds, and in very good shape.  I've attached a picture of us,
please contact us at jfavorovani@aol.com."

  I was intrigued...his wife was in very good shape?  How... interesting. 
I laughed in spite of myself, "Well, so how does the picture look?"

  The line went quiet, "Oh I never thought to look at it, hold on a
second."  I could hear her clicking away for a while.

  Then I heard her burst out laughing, "Wow!  They are a good-looking
couple.  I wonder why they're swinging.   They are so good looking I
would think they'd be happy with themselves."

  Now I was really interested, so I surfed over to Yahoo! Mail to take
a look.  It took me 3 minutes to get to the email and check out the
picture...and my, my was I impressed.  There was no way these two would
want to swing with us.  I couldn't believe they had actually answered
the ad.

  Their picture was from the beach.  They were posing beside a large
surfboard.  The guy looked like a  biker.  He was wearing designer
sunglasses, had brown hair, a goatee and 2 tattoo's on each arm.  He
was large, and very muscular, not defined like a bodybuilder, but more
like a...thug...a biker.  I twisted my lips in distaste, "Do you think
this guy is good looking?"

  There was a pause as my wife answered, "Yeah, he's really nice
looking.  Look how muscular he is, and so rough."

  So rough?  What the hell did that mean? I'd always thought my wife
was into more professional type of men.  Hmphf, that was interesting
to know.  Now his wife though, was no biker, and wow, what a looker. 
She was tan, had curly dirty brown hair to her shoulders and was
wearing a one piece bathing suit.  Her skin was clear, very tight, and
very toned.  I had to sigh, her stomach was flat, but above she had
some nice knockers.  My wife was 120 pounds, so I had never felt
anything over a B cup.  Even when she was pregnant.  I had to sigh
again.  There was no way they would be interested in us once we
emailed them our pictures.  I told my wife as much.

  My wife was a bit more optimistic, "Well, since Jason was so nice to
write to us, I'm going to email him back.  I'll tell him a bit more
about us and I'll attach that picture of us from Yasmeen's wedding
last year."

  I laughed good naturedly, "Yeah, he wasn't going to see any beach
photo's of us."  Mostly because we never displayed skin in public.  As
a decent Muslim, my wife wore a full body robe and head covering while
in public.  Only her eyes and hands were visible.  We tried to be
religious, and were adverse to public shows of our bodies.  Of course
now we were attempting to hook up with another couple...so I don't know
how religious we were going to be.  If I remembered correctly, that
picture of us from Yasmeen's wedding was from last year.  I was
wearing a 3 piece suit and my wife was wearing a bright red body veil.
 I think her face was uncovered in that photo.

  I hung up the phone and went back to my work wondering if the couple
would be interested.  I mean we were not a bad looking group.  We were
still young, and I worked out, and my wife was skinny...but not at the
level those 2 were at.  That woman could be a model.

  I finished up work and came home.  My wife was busy feeding the
kids, but she seemed quite energetic.  "So?  Well? what did they say?"
I asked.

  My wife beamed me a smile, "Jason just replied back.  His wife
really liked our picture and was interested in meeting us.  I told him
that we wanted to meet first only.  And if we liked what we saw, then
we would meet again at a later time."  My wife clapped her hands
together.  "And he replied back `no problem!';  Jason is such a nice
guy!"

  Wow, this was actually happening.  My wife's happiness was
infectious and I broke out in a toothy grin, "Ok, so when do we meet
then?"
 
  My wife replied, "Friday night in the city.  He sent me some
directions to a restaurant somewhere.  I'll drop the kids off at my
sisters that day."

  I was alarmed by the sister reference, "Are you crazy?  We're not
leaving the kids with your sister.  I have the phone number for a
babysitter from down the street.  She can stay late, so I'll tell her
we're not coming home till 4am.  That way it'll never get out what
time we got back home."

  My wife was nodding her head.  "Ok, that's true.  My sister can be
nosey.  Alright, I'll reply back to Jason and let him know."

  My wife ran up to the computer room to reply back.  I sat down and
rubbed my head.  Was I doing the right thing?  Well, of course, NO, I
was not doing the right thing.  But did I really want this?  Now that
I really thought about it, I didn't really want another man touching
my wife...who up till now had never been touched or been seen by any man
except her father and 2 brothers.  Not to mention the destruction of
my religious soul.  Then I thought about Jason's wife.  Damn, that was
a piece of ass!  Was it worth the trade off?

  Friday took a long time coming, and I made all my preparations. 
Friday came and I was shaved, prepped and dapper.  My wife was dressed
in her regular ensemble of black robe, head piece and mouth veil.  She
had decided earlier that she would keep it on, and remove it if we got
alone with the couple.  She looked excited and nervous at the same
time.  But then, I must have looked the same.

  I called one last time to see that the babysitter was coming and we
were all set.  We waited till the babysitter came, then jumped into my
car and drove off to the city.  The hour ride-in was nervous, and my
wife and I didn't talk much.  Finally as we got close to the city I
broke the topic that we hadn't discussed, not even to this point.

  "Ok, well the restaurant's almost here.  I just wanted to let you
know that we'll size them up, and if everything looks good, we'll go
with them to their apartment."

  My wife nodded without making eye contact.

  "And if everything goes good in the apartment, I think we should...uh,
do whatever we want with them...you know kiss and stuff.  I think the
uh, kissing will tell us a lot about our marriage.  We can decide from
there if this marriage is worth continuing or not. Ok?"

  My wife's eyes were wide, and she nodded again without making eye
contact.   Ok well, that pretty much did it, I thought.  If they were
into us, then maybe it would work out.  The other side was that they
wouldn't like us and it would be over.  Especially since Jason still
hadn't seen my wife without her headcovering on.

  We made it to the restaurant and parked the car.  We entered the
restaurant and looked around for Jason and his wife.  Typically, many
eyes were on us.  It got annoying sometimes the way people stared at
my wife's headcovering.  I stared back at the more brazen ones, slowly
forcing them to look away one at a time.  The maitre de asked, "Table
for two Sir?"

  "Actually we're here to meet a group.  They should be registered
under Mr. Favorovani."

  The Maitre De perused his list, "Ah yes, they are already here and
awaiting your company.  Follow me, please."

  We fell in line behind the Maitre De, who snaked us through the
tables, taking us to the very back of the restaurant.  We came around
a bend, and there they were, the Favorovani's.   Jason looked much
like the picture except he was wearing a sport jacket and tie.  His
wife Angela looked a little different as she was wearing her permed
hair up on her head.  She had on a cashmere sweater.  Jason stood up
with a large smile.

  "Hi!  How are you, Jason Favorovani, very pleased to meet you",
Jason stood up and shook my hand.  Then he turned his hand to my wife
and extended his hand.  My wife was looking at his hand and then
looked over at me.  I just shrugged.  She normally didn't touch other
men, but we were so beyond not touching hands at this point I didn't
know what she was thinking.   Old habits die hard I guess.

  She finally broke through some inner struggle and lifted up and gave
his hand a weak shake,  "Hi, I'm Fatima.  We talked on the phone."

  Talked on the phone?  That was news to me.  But I didn't have time,
as Angela stood up and proffered her hand.  I ate her up with my eyes
as I took her hand in mine and gently shook it,  "Hello, I don't
believe we've spoken, but I'm Ahmed."

  "Yes, Jason talked about you.  Very nice to meet you", Angela gave
me a knowing nod and sat back down.

  I sat down. Angela was on my right, and my wife on my left.  Fatima
had me on her right and Jason on her left.

  In retrospect, I have to admit, the night started out extremely
awkward.  Angela and Jason had trouble getting past the full face veil
that my wife was wearing, and it was obvious in the way we all talked.
 But, the food was delicious and eased the conversation up
considerably.  I thought this night was going to be a bust; but
surprisingly, everyone started loosening up as the night progressed. 
The initial awkwardness breaker was when Jason made a joke about how
my wife was eating and lifting up her mouth veil at the same time.  We
all laughed, Fatima the longest, and I think she really relaxed after
that.  It turned out that Jason was a business man running several
print shop franchises.  Angela was still in school studying at
Colombia University.  She was just finishing up her Master's in
Political Science.  They asked about the veil and Fatima explained how
she covered her body in public for religious reasons, and modesty.

  Jason was very friendly with both of us, but devoted most of his
attention to Fatima.  He was quick to compliment her and gave her much
attention.  Fatima was responding also.  She laughed at most of his
jokes, and followed his conversations.  It was funny, since in any
other situation, any man looking at my wife the way Jason was, would
have gotten a fist in the nose.  But I had already agreed to let Jason
have his way with Fatima, so I just watched curiously.  At one point
Jason put his hand on Fatima's, but Fatima quickly pulled her hand out
and looked away.

  Angela on the other hand was nice, but still cool to me.  She had
obviously agreed to "Swing" but I wondered how much bullying had been
involved in her agreeing to come tonight.  It was also funny that
Jason didn't seem to mind me giving so much attention to his wife. 
Not even a hint of jealousy.  It was a surreal experience.  But very
sexy also.

  As the night progressed, I started getting brazen.  I figured if we
were going to do this, then Angela was expecting some level of sexual
harassment.   It was my habit to not stare too hard at woman, it
scared them I guess.  But with Angela, I didn't look away while
talking.  I made it a point to check out her body, when I could...I grew
a hardon when she caught me looking a couple of times but didn't say
anything.  Surreal.  At one point, while in the middle of a
conversation, I purposely made my eyes stray down to her cleavage,
enjoying the view, then popped them back up.  Angela had a smile on
her face as she finished her sentence.  Some habits do hard though,
and I didn't make any attempts to hold her hand or to touch her in any
way.  Not in front of my wife.  Not in public.
 
  All in all, a satisfying dinner.  I liked the both of them, and
Angela was soooo hot I could get a hardon just looking at her.

  I changed the conversation to gain some information about the two,
"Jason, you obviously work out, how long have you been lifting?"

  Jason was as pleased as punch to be asked that, "Oh, I'm really into
powerlifting.  I've been at it since I was 16.  Angela and I go to
powerlifting meets every couple of months."

  I pushed the subject, "Oh really, Angela, do you powerlift also? 
You have a nice physique also", I made a point to look at her body up
and down.

  Angela watched me look at her, small smile on her lips, "Oh No,
Jason's the powerhouse.  I like my aerobic classes.  I try to get in
three times a week?"
  
  That was all I needed, "Fatima, did you want to call the babysitter
to see how the kids are doing?" I was hoping she'd get the hint and we
could go talk.

  She looked over at me a bit surprised, "Uhmm, sure, I guess I can
call."  She got up and walked away from the table to call home.

  I got up smiling at Angela, "Excuse me one moment."  I made my way
over to Fatima who was in fact calling the babysitter.  The kids were
fine of course and Fatima hung up as I came over.  She looked up at me
as she realized I actually needed to speak with her.

  "So what do you think", I said.

  Fatima broke eye contact, "They're nice people, and Jason is really
nice.  I notice you really like Angela."
 
  I could feel the anger starting, "What do you mean?  Jason's all
over you, you don't seem to mind", She looked away at that.

  I pursued, "Listen, I thought this was the reason we're here.  We
can still stop, do you want to go with them to their place?"

  She was breathless, and I could almost hear her heart pumping,
"Sure"

  Alright, she was ready.  The question became were they ready?  While
Jason seemed to be enjoying Fatima's company, I was a little concerned
about Angela.  She was very nice, but she wasn't warming up to me as
much as I preferred.  She was obviously used to a higher breed of man
compared to what she was getting from me.  Besides her husband was a
hulking brute, and I was not.  Well, I would make the offer, and if
they accepted, then excellent.  Otherwise we'd be on our way.

  Fatima and I made our way back.  She sat down beside Jason and he
nodded at her.  I carefully broached the subject, "So how long have
you two been, you know,... swinging?"

  Angela laughed out loud at my straight forwardness, "Well we've been
doing it for a little over 2 years.  We were always adventurous even
before marriage, and you know, it's fun.  We haven't actually `swung'
in almost 6 months.  How about you two?"

  I shrugged my shoulders, "Actually, as you can tell we're pretty
conservative.  We wanted to see if this would push our marriage
forward into any unknown areas.  First time for us.  What was it about
our ad that caught your interest?"

  Jason nodded, "Yes, you mentioned that you were first timers in your
ad.  Your ad stood out on the webpage because of your reference to
Egypt.  Most of the couples on the website are white; Which is what we
generally prefer.  But the fact that you two have been faithful to
each other for life, and that you were virgins at marriage was almost
irresistible.  I mean, a couple who was opening that sanctified
relationship between the two, and allowing an unknown couple to come
in....well, that's a once in a lifetime opportunity.  We can always
swing with fulltime players.  But we had a chance to really experience
something with you two.  But when I read your reply to my email...The
fact that Fatima has never uncovered her face for any man except you,
her father and brother...and maybe me." He flashed her a smile which
must have made Fatima blush, "Well, that's truly amazing."

  "Yes, I think it is exceptional in many ways.  Like I said, we're
looking at different things to see how they will effect our marriage. 
How far do you live from here?"

  Jason looked over at Angela then back to Fatima and said, "We live 2
blocks away, why don't you two come over and take a look?  You could
even take off your veil for a bit and relax."

  Wow, we were in.  Maybe that's what Jason was thinking too.  

  We split the bill, grabbed our things and left the restaurant.  They
lived in walking distance, so we left the car in the lot and walked
the 2 blocks to their apartment.  Jason sped up ahead and walked
beside Fatima, talking to her.  He was a smooth player...somehow he knew
how freaky this whole arrangement was for her; More so, then most
first-time swingers.  And he was doing everything in his power to
chill her out and keep her interested.

  Which brought me back to my problem, Angela.  It was so obvious that
Angela was just going through the routine of it.  She had her arms
crossed over her chest, the universal symbol of I'm not comfortable
here.

  I decided to break the ice, "I think Jason's in Love.".

  She started giggling.  Probably the first big laugh today, "I think
you're right.  Is Fatima going to steal him from me?"

  "I don't know, but you know what they say about Egyptian woman."

  She had a twinkle in her eye, "No, I don't actually, what do they
say about Egyptian woman?"

  "They do it laying down, with their legs held tightly together, and
eyes closed"

  She laughed again, "Somehow, I don't quite believe you." 

  She seemed to have opened up a little with those last comments, so I
pushed her further, "So what's your story.  It looks like Jason got
what he wanted, and he's twisting your arm to come along."

  She gave me a rueful smile, a little surprised that I had caught on,
"Yeah, well, 6 months ago I ended up getting together with a 25 year
old hockey player while Jason got stuck with his fat cow wife.   And
this is his payback.", It took her a second, but she realized what she
had just said, "Not that you're a cow or anything.  It's just his
turn.  I've just never...you know, done anything with an...Arab guy
before. I mean you're a nice enough guy..."

  "Relax Angela, I understand the arrangement.  I'm cool with it.  I'm
just happy that you're even willing to go along", I lowered my voice
to a whisper, "but, you know what they say about Arab guys right?"

  "No, tell me what they say about Arab guys", she said playfully.

  I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to whisper,
"The camels are jealous of our long dick's, that's why they're always
in a bad mood."

  She started giggling, "Is that so.  Any man that can make a camel
jealous must have some interesting equipment."  She gave me a knowing
wink as we entered the apartment foyer.  Jason and Fatima were already
there, and Jason was holding her hand.  He keyed in the password into
the key lock in the foyer, and we rode the elevator up to their 32nd
floor apartment on the North side of Manhattan.

  I had to admit, as Jason led Fatima into the apartment, I was
impressed by the view.  You could see most of Manhattan and New Jersey
from up this high.  His furniture and paintings were first rate, Jason
must do quite well.

  Jason entered the room and took off his jacket.  Nonchalantly, he
shot over his shoulder, "We're alone up here, if it makes you feel
easier, you can take your headcovering off."

  I watched Fatima, waiting to see what she'd do.  She hesitated a
second, then brought her hands back inside her veil.  She moved her
fingers around for a second, then pulled them back out, bringing her
face veil off.  Her nose, mouth, and chin were visible to everyone.

  Angela smiled at her, "You're really pretty Fatima."  

  Jason must have agreed with her also, because he came back to look
at her, eating up her face,  "Let's go into the Living Room, there's a
much better view of the city there."  I think Jason understood the he
was getting a treat, being able to view her face.

  We all moved to the living room with it's large leather sofa's and
view of the city.  Jason dropped into the large love seat, and looked
up at Fatima to see what she took off next.  I dropped into a leather
arm chair also.  Fatima and Angela stood standing.

   Fatima, was getting a little uncomfortable under all the attention.
 But she brought her hands back up to her head covering, and after
spending several seconds untying it, pulled it back off of her head.
Her rich shoulder length brown hair cascaded down onto her shoulder
with the covering off.

  "She's more then pretty, Wow!", Jason said.  I was a little
uncomfortable also, I think Jason understood the fact that Fatima was
basically naked in front of all of them.  He was the 4th man to ever
see her hair.  Fatima was red in the face.  She must have felt the
same way.

  Jason only had eyes for Fatima, and he called her over to him, to
sit down beside her.  This time when she did sit down, he took her
hand in his.  He started talking to her quietly.

  Angela came over to me.  She had a wry look on her face directed at
Jason,  "Do you want to go into the bedroom? It might give the love
birds some privacy", She nodded her head in the direction of Jason and
Fatima.

  I smiled up at her, "Maybe in a little while.  I just want to see
how they start off a little."

  Angela nodded, "No problem.  I'll go fix up some drinks."  She
looked back over to Jason then walked out of the room towards the
kitchen.  I looked back over at Jason to see what was happening.

   Jason was still whispering something to Fatima.  A joke if Fatima's
face was any indication.  He had one arm around Fatima's shoulder as
he talked.  Slowly, I watched his other arm come down to his pants. 
He deliberately unbuttoned then unzipped his pant.  Fatima's eyes
watched his left hand like she was hypnotized.  Pant open, Jason
slowly pulled his pant apart, exposing the front of a pair of white
briefs on underneath.

  Fatima's face was red in embarrassment as Jason finished off
whispering in her ear.  He brought his hands back from around Fatima
and stood up and turned to face her.  With both hands he pulled his
underwear waistband down exposing his flaccid manhood to her. His dick
was limp and sat in a bush of dark pubic hair.  Fatima was breathing
heavy, staring at his dick.  Jason just stood there his waistband
tight around his balls, exposing his penis to her.  Fatima kept
staring at it.

  "Touch it", Jason started undoing his tie.  He pulled it free and
dropped it on the floor.  He brought his fingers up and unbuttoned his
shirt, slowly one at a time.  Once complete, he pulled his shirt open
and threw it off.  What a monster; His upper body was blocky and
large.  There were the 2 large tattoos on his arms, and he had another
small eagle on his upper back.  This guy worked out regularly, for
sure.

  "Touch me", Jason said softly, finally breaking her cock trance.

  Gazing up at him, she tentatively reached a hand out and touched his
stomach.  She ran her hand up and down the hard muscled ridges.  Then
she brought the other hand up and caressed his body.  She was flush,
bringing her hands up and down, feeling his stomach, sides and
abdomen.

  After a while she stood up and brought her hands up to his chest and
ran her palms over his nipples.  Jason audibly sighed as she made
circles over his nipples, and ran her hands up and down his chest. 
She finally crested his shoulders and ran her hands down both arms. 
Those arms must have been 17 inches at least, geez, this guy was huge.
 Finally, very flush and hot, she brought her hands back to his
abdomen and caressed it.

  Looking down, she ran her hands down into his hairy pubic region and
ran it over his soft penis.  He breathed deeply as she ran both hands
over it and cupped it into her hands.  She ran her palms over both
sides, feeling this new penis.  What an experience to touch a
different penis after all these years.

  Jason had his eyes closed and responded quickly, his dick inflating,
growing bigger and longer.  In the end, I was a bit disappointed at
his size.  For a brute like him, I was expecting at least 8 inches,
but he came in around 6 inches.  My wife didn't seem to mind.  She
rubbed his head slowly, almost squeezing it, and rubbed his veiny
shaft.  She finally brought her hands to his underwear waistband and
pulled it down, pushing it down below his knees.  He was naked now,
and she cupped his balls.

  Jason let her take his time, letting her enjoy the show and letting
her gain her confidence.  I was absolutely amazed at this guys
technique.  He seemed to know intimately what she was capable of doing
and what not.  I didn't think a white man could ever understand the
shyness an Asian woman can feel.  He finally brought his hands up and
ran them down her shoulders and arms.  Fatima shivered and almost
flinched.  It was so weird for her to feel a man touch her.  Jason
didn't stop though, he brought his arms back up and rubbed her arms
again.  After his 3rd arm rub, he brought his arms down her front,
feeling her small 34B cup breasts over her robe and running his hands
down over her flat stomach.  Fatima shied away, bringing her hands up
to protect herself from his intruding hands.
 
  Naked, he took a step closer to her, his engorged cock head touching
her abdomen.  She actually did flinch this time, but he kept working
her.  He brought his hands up again to her neck, but this time he
started unbuttoning her black robe.  She demurred, and brought her
hands away, rubbing them down his armpits and side.  He undid the top
ten buttons and pulled her robe apart, pulling it down off of her
arms.  I sat up suddenly, completely surprised, and Jason, naked, also
paused in surprise.  Under her robe, Fatima was wearing a short black
teddy and what looked like a black thong.  Her belly button was
obvious beneath her teddy top.

  My dick moaned and arched up in its cloth prison.  How fucking hot
was this.  My sacred wife was half naked in front of a huge tattooed
white man.  I had no idea that this would turn me on.  My wife had her
eyes closed, and chin down.  She was red in embarrassment.   Her hands
continued mechanically to rub his sides.  The thong was close fitting
and didn't cover much except her groin.  The teddy was almost
see-through, sleeveless, and exposed her belly button.  I had never
seen that teddy before.

  Jason put his hands over her belly button, and Fatima shivered from
an electric shock.  He split both hands and moved them sideways then
up, under her Teddy.  His hands stopped over her breasts and he
squeezed them under her Teddy.  Fatima still had her eyes closed and
she tilted her head back, lips slightly open.  Jason brought his mouth
down on hers, hands still under her Teddy on her breasts.  They kissed
deeply, Jason pushing his tongue into the hot wetness of her mouth. 
Ohhh... I could feel my cock throbbing, pulsing its precum in my pants.

  Jason put his hands on her shoulder and started forcing her down,
saying something into her ear.  But Fatima shook her head no.  I
grinned silently to myself, Haha...that's right Jason, Fatima don't give
no head.  It had been 8 years and I was still a lip virgin.  She shook
her head no, and gripped onto his dick like it was some type of staff.
 He accepted her decision and brought his hands down to her thong.  He
hooked his hands under and over and pulled down several inches; only
enough to reveal her shaven muff.  Jason's hands dove at her pubic
area.  Feeling and rubbing.  It wouldn't be long before he pushed a
finger in.  From deep down in her throat, Fatima started making a
mewling noise.  Almost like a whimper or a cat's meow.  It was deep,
and Jason was not oblivious to it.  From my distance I could barely
hear it.

  All of a sudden something warm and soft dropped into my lap.  "Wow,
your wife is beautiful under that robe".  Angela was back.  I had
completely forgotten about her.  I had totally forgotten I got
something out of this arrangement also.  She had brought back the
drinks, and was perched on my knee watching the show.

  "I don't know about beautiful...I mean she is pretty I guess..."

  Angela rounded on me, "Are you kidding?  She is so delicate, like a
flower.  Look at those cheekbones, or her thin ankles and wrists. 
She's gorgeous."

  I looked over at Fatima.  I really looked at her and decided that
yes, yes, she could be considered beautiful.  I guess one of the
disadvantages of living with someone is that you get used to their
little things.  Their beauty and what not.  I had never really thought
of my wife as incredibly beautiful.  I turned back to Angela, "That's
funny coming from you.  You look like a model yourself."

  She gave me a half conscious smile and shrugged.  The shrug lifted
and pushed out her breasts.  Holy cow, I wanted to touch those melons.
 To understand my mentality, you had to understand the dilemma of the
married man.  A man forever destined to never touch another woman. 
All in all a morally upstanding manner.  Of course, when you end up
with a delicate flower like Fatima, you're doomed to play with small B
cup breasts your whole life.  So you go through life looking and
fantasizing about real knockers.  And here was this hot woman on my
lap.  We hadn't really broken past the formalities at this point, but
I thought fuck it, I'm just going to rush this.  As she shrugged, I
brought my left hand up and squeezed her left breast.

  She sort of flinched at first, then realized what she was doing and
stopped.  She watched me as I grasped onto her left breast over her
cashmere sweater.

  Too much firewall between our skin.  I brought my right hand down to
her waistband and slipped my hand under her sweater.  She was still
watching me, a slight smile on her face.  My dick was a maniac in a
straightjacket; Screaming to get out of it's confining prison.  Oh man
I wanted this.

  I brought my second hand down and began pulling her sweater up, but
she stopped me.  "No, first show me your camel-hater."

  My camel-hater???...Oh yeah,... Egyptian men, camels, jealous.  Right,
right,  "It's a self serve station, you'll have to take it out
yourself."

  Angela pivoted on my knee and brought both hands to my pants.  She
professionally unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.  My dick and
underwear immediately sprang out.  "My, my, you are well endowed."  I
beamed,  I loved it when woman (Actually only my wife and Angela so
far) admired my cock.  It was 8 inches long, veiny and thick.  The
head was long and fat...the sort of cock adult stores designed their
dildo's to look like.

  I lifted my butt up and Angela pulled my underwear down and my beast
came out ready to kill everything in it's path.  Angela's eyes gleamed
in the light.  Slowly, she ran her right hand up and down my dick,
"Holy Fuck, you're a monster...Those camels must hate you.  I love it
when guys shave their balls."

  I closed my eyes and let her play with me.  Ohhhhhh, how long since
I had a woman touch me with want?  "Oh my God, I want to suck this
thing.  You're making me all wet.  I wish Jason had something half as
big."

  I brought my hands up again to her sweater.  I didn't wait for her
to allow me and pulled up.  She submitted and lifted her arms up to
allow me to pull it off.  Underneath she was wearing a fancy bra.  Her
stomach was tight, and I could see the outline of a six pack.  How
fucking hot was this chick.  I couldn't believe how lucky I was.  She
came back down on my cock, pulling my pants down for a better look.

  I got my hands behind her back and tried to unhook her bra, but her
tits were so large they pushed into me, and the sensation was surreal.
 Angela didn't help, laughing into my neck, and rubbing her bra on my
chest.  I kept losing my concentration and losing the clasp.  She
finally let up, and pulled her arms behind her back to undo her bra. 
Of course this pushed her breasts out and up, what a view, 2 feet from
my face.  The bra unclasped with a  shudder, and she pulled the straps
off her arms and onto the floor.  I held my breath as her large
mammaries fell out onto her chest, her 2 inch brown nipples unerect,
huge.

  I could feel a buzz in my loins...I slowly lifter my hand up and
rubbed her right tit.  She must have been a DD, "Are you a double D?"

  She shook her head, negative, "Just a D"

  My hands came up and grasped both of them from underneath.  So used
to Fatima's B cup breasts, the first thing I noticed was the weight. 
So much heavier, they were so much more malleable too.  I squeezed and
prodded.  And felt them.

  I brought my mouth down roughly on her left teat.  She gasped as I
latched and greedily began sucking on it.  Sweet, so sweet.  I sucked
harder, moaning even as Angela moaned in pleasure.  I loved her tits,
I sucked them, I licked them, I bit them.  I rubbed my face in
them...And I think It would have continued if Angela didn't stop me. 
Saliva was dripping from her left nipple, which gleamed in the low
light.  It was erect now, like a very large pencil eraser.

  She pushed me back into the sofa and said, "My turn, you ravisher." 
She dropped onto her knees and spread my legs in order to feast on my
genitals.  Oh my god, was she going to blow me?  I couldn't believe
this.  I hadn't even considered the idea.

  She parted her lips and came in sideways to latch on to the base of
my cock.  I actually shivered as she ran her tongue up my cock length.
 She wasn't licking with the tip of her tongue, but she licked me with
the her full tongue, like she was some animal licking for nutrition. 
Fatima wouldn't go anywhere near my cock with her mouth.  Angela
licked me again, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold.  She wrapped
her tongue around my head and licked back and forth vigorously.

  I was gripping the sofa tight, groaning from the exertion, when all
of a sudden, I blew.  One minute I was controlling myself, and the
next, I lost my cool, "Nnnnnnnnnnn", My cock contracted then expanded,
spewing a 2 foot stream of hot white liquid into the air.  Angela
wasn't expecting anything and her eyes went wide as she saw the fluid
eject 2 inches from her eye.  She pulled back out of harms way as the
cum went up, up, up and came back down splattering onto Angela's tits
2 feet away.

  "Keep licking, keeping licking", I groaned.  

  She just shook her head, "Hold on big boy, I've got lots more for
you."

  My cock twitched several times waiting for more stimulation, but
when it didn't get any more, it gave one more weak spasm of semen and
went still.  I was breathing hard, but Angela calmly just watched. 
She wiped the cum off of her chest, and waited.

  Angela was a pro, & I was impressed.  When she was ready, she didn't
even wipe the spent cum trickling down the side of my cock.  She just
came down on my cock with both lips.  She engulfed my head completely
and just succcccckkkkkked it.  Her lips where stretched, her cheeks
full, pulling off, she came back down and swallowed my head.  She
pulled hard with her lips, suctioning my head.  I went weak in my
knees.  I couldn't comprehend the myriad of feelings I was getting.

  She pulled again, running her lips from the base of my head, to the
tip.  The suction she supplied felt incredible.  Every time her mouth
came up, it literally felt like every nerve in my penis head was on
fire.  I couldn't hold on and the sixth time she came down I blew my
load, again.

  "Oh baby!" was all I could say...she was half way up when my head
expanded and blew a thick stream of semen into her mouth.  The hot
sticky fluid hit the back of her mouth and splashed the rest of her
mouth.

  Oh fuck, oh fuck, she came down again and sucked, oh fuck, I
groaned, and spasmed...it was too much!  My cock erupted again, then
again.  I bucked my hips trying to ram my cock deeper into her mouth. 
I came again, she opened her lips to let some of the juice escape out.
 It ran in rivulets down her chin.  But she didn't stop sucking, she
kept coming down, suctioning whatever she could out of me.  Fuck me,
fuck me!  What she couldn't swallow, ran out the corner of her mouth. 
I eventually dropped my head back, eyes closed, exhausted.  But my
cock wouldn't stop, and it kept spasming, drooling weak droplets of
cum as she continued to suck.  Eventually even that stopped.

  Angela stopped sucking and looked up at me, "Oh baby, that was so
hot.  Mmmm, you're a cum machine!"  What a hot slut, she ran her
tongue over my cockhead, playing with it, teasing it.

  I couldn't say anything, and just smiled at her weakly.  She got up,
wiping her chin with a tissue.  Clean, she went to the washroom to
clean up, moaning the whole time.  I lay there for a while, before I
realized the moaning was actually coming from the other side of the
room where a buck naked Fatima was sitting on Jason's face.  She had
never let me even think about going down on her, but there she was,
back arched, moaning like a whore with her knees wrapped around
Jason's face.  She was totally into it, plunging her face up and down
onto his face.  He must have had his tongue right up on her clit.  He
had his arms around her ass, squeezing her cheeks.  My soft cock
didn't take long climbing back up to it's full 8 inch length.  I
watched Fatima groan and moan out loud.   She worked up to a frenzy
and started shuddering to orgasm.  But then Angela came back with a
wet cloth.  She had stripped down to red panties and she wiped me
down, cleaning up some of the mess I created.  I watched mesmerized as
her tits bounced and jiggled as she worked.

  She arched her eyebrows at my erect member, "Ready for another round
I see."

  "I want to stick this camel-hater into your hot little body."

  She arched her eyebrows playfully, "Excuse me?  Let's mind our
manner ok?"

  I grinned up at her, "Sorry, it's the whole mood of this room. 
Would you mind if I engaged you in sexual intercourse?"

  "Why of course, kind gentleman, engage away."

  I grabbed her arm and brought her in close to me.  Our lips met in a
silent kiss.  The reality of kissing only the second woman of my life
was not lost on me and I met her with passionate abandon.  I turned
her around so she was lying on the sofa and I climber up on her,
kissing, nibbling and sucking on her neck.  I moved lower and
reattached my self to her right mammary.  I sucked on her nipple,
causing her to pant and moan.  My other hand rubbed her left nipple,
working her into a frenzy.

  I finally released as she arched her back in pleasure.  I moved
lower, rubbing my tongue into her belly button, licking her stomach. 
Finally, I made it down to her panties.  I wasn't going to go down on
her, so I pulled them down exposing her brown pubic hair.  My
throbbing cock was calling to me.  I should have worn a condom, but I
was so mesmerized by her nude body, I couldn't help myself.  I sat
back up and pushed my large cock slowly into her vaginal lips.  She
gasped and I slowly worked my cock in and out 1 inch.  Her cunt
lubricated me, and I pushed in deeper, separating her vaginal lips.  I
came out again and plunged myself half way into her.  She moaned, eyes
closed.  I came out again, then pushed in all 8 inches into her very
wet cunt.

  Oh fuck ya, I moved in and out.  It was a totally different
experience to what I was used to.  I was stamping my cock into a piece
of heaven.  Angela used her stomach and back muscles to buck her hips
against mine.  She moaned and swore, and called me a useless camel
loving paki asshole.  She was so hot.  She bit my neck and cried out
as I slammed her right.  She clenched my member from inside using some
sort of Vaginal muscle.

She gripped my ass and pulled me into her till it hurt me.  I rammed
my tongue deep down her mouth and really started banging my abdomen
into hers hard.  I could feel my cock expanding as it got ready to
deliver its package.

  I pride myself on my mind control and staying ability, and I rode
that babe for 10 minutes, but when she screamed and called me a
camel-rapist, my testicles contracted and my dick ejaculated my juice
into her.  My cock pumped and I rode her, jamming every last drop of
cum into her.  I eventually collapsed onto her.

  We lay like that for a minute.  She disappeared immediately out of
the room into the washroom the minute I got up off of her.  Spent, I
turned around to check out what Jason was doing to my wife.

  It was like a slap to the face.  When imagination meets reality. 
Some things you can imagine,  And some things you can't.  The sight I
was witnessing totally blew me away.

  Jason, mounted on top of Fatima, slowly pushed his cock in and out
of my wife.  She was lying on her back, legs wrapped tightly around
his hips, her hands grabbing Jason's face from both sides.  They were
both sharing a deep passionate kiss, Jason's tongue deep inside her
mouth.  While kissing, Jason was slowly pushing his cock in and out of
her.  Fatima was mewling again, almost a whimper.

  I'd already come twice, but my cock jumped back into a rigid salute.
 I sat back in the chair, and heard the shower running...Angela would
be a while yet.  My hand wrapped around my shaft on its own accord and
I watched Jason slowly plough her, never letting his mouth leave hers.

  I used Angela's juices still on my cock as a lubricant, and started
stroking myself.  The heat in my loins was intense and it felt like I
was on fire deep inside.  They were taking their time, but I didn't
have any, and I almost heard my semen filling up in my dick.  Fatima
arched her back and cried out into Jason's mouth, and I had seen
enough.  I jacked my cock and it erupted, ejaculating a shot up into
the air before it came back down and splattered on my feet and calves.
 I groaned out load and pumped it again, causing another cannon blast
to spray upwards, splattering all over my feet on the way down.  Again
I pumped, and again it streamed out.  I had never thought I even had
this much cum inside me.  After 4 streams, my cock kept pulsing, but
only weak driblets of cum came out and ran down the side of my cock. 
Oh man, I was spent.

  Angela came out and seeing the mess she took me into the washroom
and cleaned me off.  We never finished because she took me into her
mouth soon after.  We eventually finished up, but only after I rammed
her from behind while she was bent over in the shower.  But we
eventually finished and got dressed.  Unfortunately, Jason and Fatima
were fucking for I believe the 3rd time and weren't giving any
indications of stopping.  Angela and I laughed at this and made some
more jokes about the 2 of them.

  The two of them into the shower when they were done, and I stood at
the door watching.  Angela unzipped me and gave me a handjob, as I
watched Jason fuck Fatima hard from behind.  I came like a herd of
buffalo's, all over the wall, as Fatima was screaming out Jason's
name.

  But the night soon ended.  They came out clean enough and we shook
hands and talked about the night.  Jason told us that he had to do
this again.

  The ride home seemed short, and Fatima and I talked much.  After
dropping the babysitter off, I fucked Fatima like an animal, she was
MY fuck toy, and I slammed her twice before dawn.  Out groaning and
orgasms almost woke the kids.  I found her irresistible, especially
after watching Jason hunger for her.

  The months passed, and we met up with Jason and Angela 4 more times.
 Surprisingly, the wife swapping strengthened our marriage somehow. 
We both began experimenting with sex, and I eventually got Fatima to
blow me.  It took Angela's comments on Fatima's looks that finally got
me to appreciate my wife more, and I think Fatima noticed the
difference.  It was after the third swing session that Fatima and I
sat down and discussed our future, and decided that the swinging had
to finish if we wanted to move forward in our lives.

  We conveyed the information on to Jason who didn't take it happily,
but he respected our decision.   He asked us to come down for a final
get together.  It actually turned into a weekend getaway to the
Caribbean, and the things that happened that weekend made our first
night pale in comparison.   But that, is a tale told separately on
it's own.

  We never did divorce, and people still ask us to this day what our
secret was to a successful marriage.  I want to tell them insane cock
jealousy, but I keep it to myself.  Appreciation is what I tell them. 
Appreciate what you have, before someone else does for you.

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