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WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.  The
following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains
descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex
stories upset you, DO NOT read any further.  If it is illegal in your
georgraphical location, DO NOT read it.  

The Best Sex You Ever Had (m/f, wife)

	I couldn't believe that I have nearly eaten every
entrée in this coffee shop/bar/restaurant adjacent to
the lobby of the Holiday Inn a few miles from
Cincinnati Airport.  It was probably my twentieth
visit to his hotel.   I tossed the menu back onto the
table and noticed the restaurant was filling up fast. 
It seemed some convention was passing through.  The
decibel level certainly shot up.

	The waiters were not expecting this sudden increase
in clientele and things were getting out of hand.  The
line waiting for a table went all the way out to the
end of the lobby.  I had nothing to do the rest of the
evening so I didn't care if the service slowed down. 
I took a sip of my water and calmly waited for a
waiter to notice me.

	I saw a nicely dressed man calmly walking to my
direction.  He approached my table and said, "Would
you mind if I joined you.   I'm in no mood to wait an
hour for a table."

	What the heck, I thought to my self.  "Go ahead," I
said lazily.

	"Hi, I'm Joe," the man said with a smile.  He offered
his hand and I shook it.

	I asked him what sort of convention was this.  He
told me it was a medical equipment convention and
handed me a promotional pen for my generosity.  As we
waited for anyone to notice us, we chatted.

	"So you have just gotten married?" Joe queried.

	"Yes, it's been two months now," I replied.

	"Tell me.  I'm sure you've had a few women before
getting married.  What was the best sex you ever had?"
Joe asked.   Once again a wide smile covered his face.

	At first I was taken aback.  But Joe seemed genuinely
interested to know.  It seemed he was compiling some
kind of repository on what constituted good sex.  "It
is a long story, you know.  Do you still want to hear
it?" I asked giving him a chance to back out of a
boring story."

	"No.  I am fascinated by what makes the best sex
anyone has ever had," Joe said.

	Mercifully our waiter showed up.  He seemed in a
hurry.   I ordered without opening the menu.  Joe took
a few moments and ordered fish.  Without a smile, the
waiter scurried away.

	"I was just out of college.  It was five years ago.  
I joined my dad's business.  I became the junior boss
right away.   We deal in hardware supplies," I said.  
I sipped my water and continued.  "It was just my
fourth week working and my dad told me to go to Taiwan
and meet with Mr. Lin and to get our orders shipped on
time.   Man, I was on a plane in two days, all
excited.  I had no idea how I was going to get our
orders expedited but my dad said that I would figure
it out.  But I promised myself I was going to get some
pussy in Taiwan.  Those little Asian girls were hot to
trot.  My Chinese friends told me that my suppliers
would make sure I am treated well while visiting
them."

	The waiter practically threw my coke and a glass of
ice and Joe's beer on our table.  I was tired to
sipping just water.

	"I was just thinking of fucking all night in my hotel
room as I got off the airport in Taipei.  It was about
five-thirty early evening on a Sunday and Mr. Lin was
there to meet me.  But then the gracious Mr. Lin
insisted that I have a nice dinner at his home and to
stay with him for the duration of my trip.  Man you
couldn't believe how disappointed I was.  I told him
that I had already booked a hotel and that it was paid
for.  He just made a phone call on his cell phone,
barked something in Chinese and then told me
everything was taken care of.  Whatever I tried to
say, he kept insisting that I stay at his home.  He
said it would be more comfortable.  I was cursing my
dad.  He probably got tired of Mr. Lin's hospitality
and got me to go instead."

	"What a bummer," Joe said sympathetically.

	"Sure was.  I was practically brooding on the ride to
his house.  So we get to his little apartment and it
is all dark and depressing.  I'm told to remove my
shoes and we sit on his sofa.  He brings out some soda
and a bottle of Johnny Walker.  He says his wife is
out shopping food for the dinner.   He throws some
munchies on the table and we start drinking," I said. 
My eyes glanced at the crowd still waiting for a
table.

	Sipping my coke slowly not knowing when the waiter
would come back with our food, I continued, "His wife
returns with bags of food and just rushes to the
kitchen.  I don't even get introduced to her.   So I
really didn't know how she looked.  But an hour later,
the food gets all prepared and we go to sit on the
dining table and then I get to see his wife.  She
changed to a nice dress that went to her knees.  She
had such a beautiful face that I was taken by
surprise.   Mr. Lin did a quick introduction and I
just nodded my head to her as she seemed not to speak
any English."

	"This is getting interesting," Joe said.

	"All throughout the dinner I was mesmerized.  I kept
looking at her and our eyes kept meeting.  Even Mr.
Lin must have noticed.  I guessed her age to be about
thirty-five.  When she spoke in Chinese to her
husband, her voice was melodic.   I was totally
intoxicated by her voice.  She had short hair, full
lips, beautiful skin.  My twenty-two years old dick
was standing to full attention.  I had to carefully
adjust it and I hoped not to get up anytime soon.  I
started eating the dinner as slow as I could.  Though
it was nothing I ever tasted before, I enjoyed the
meal knowing that it was made by this beautiful woman.
 This goddess."

	"You mean to say that you had sex with Mr. Lin's
beautiful wife?"  Joe asked.

	"You must be wondering how did it happen," I said.  
Joe nodded.

	"Mr. Lin kept on talking about the problems on the
delivery and whether we could accept an extension.   I
wasn't really interested about business at this point
in time.  I just wanted to absorb as much of her
beautiful face as I could.  But I still managed to
inform Mr. Lin that my dad could not accept any delays
and he had to do whatever he could do.  He wasn't too
happy.   I just managed to bring my erection down and
we moved to the sitting room.  Now the lights were on
and the apartment did seem a little more pleasant," I
said.

	The food arrived.  Joe took a few bites and he
prodded me to continue.

	I continued, "Pretty soon it was eleven-thirty.  We
talked a little more, Mr. Lin and I, while his wife
sat pretty across from me.  Then out of the blue, Mr.
Lin asked if I thought his wife was beautiful.  I
immediately agreed then thought that it was not a good
answer to give considering the cultural differences. 
Then Mr. Lin talked to his wife in Chinese and she
replied in her pretty voice something.  They laughed
and continued talking for a while.  Finally Mr. Lin
looked at me.   He informed me that it was late and we
should get ready for bed.  I was shown my room and
said my goodnights."

	I began munching on my pasta and sipping my drink.

	"So continue," Joe said.

	"I looked for my pajamas but I realized that I had
forgotten to pack them.  Anyway the bed seemed
comfortable so I decided to sleep in just my
underwear. I dimmed the lights and began reading my
magazines until I would get tired and sleepy.  After
twenty minutes I switched off the lights and tried to
sleep.  With the time difference, jet lag, I couldn't
sleep.  If I were at a hotel, I would switch on the TV
or something.   So I just laid down feigning sleep. 
Then I heard the door creaking open.  I was thinking
it must be Mr. Lin getting something he had forgotten.
 Anyway, I just heard shuffling sounds but it was
weird.  I didn't move at all and kept my eyes shut.  
Then I felt the bed getting bumped.  Once, twice and
then again.  I thought that Mr. Lin was going through
my belongings.  Maybe I should make some noise or
something.  So I turned in bed and stupidly now had my
back facing the intruder.  All I could think of was a
knife piercing my back, its cool blade plunging
through my ribs.   Man, was I scared."

	Now Joe was irritated as I began on my pasta again. 
Joe kept quiet but I knew he wanted me to continue
right away.

	"I felt a breeze on my back.  The sheets are being
lifted.  The bed began to bounce and I was bouncing
with it.  Then a sickening thought came to me.  What
if Mr. Lin was gay and he was going to take advantage
of me.  I told myself that if I felt anything, I was
going to scream and jump out of bed.  I felt a touch
on my back.  I didn't move at all.  I got mad at
myself for being such a coward.    The next thing I
know, I felt a complete warmness over me.  It was a
body cuddling onto me.  A body that I knew belonged to
a woman and a body that was without clothes.  There
was such a tenderness in her touch, I couldn't explain
it to you.  Her hands were magical.  They knew where
to go.  It wouldn't get near my throbbing erection but
wherever it went, I was ecstatic.  I was debating if I
should turn around and get face to face with this
beautiful woman who was in this bed with me, naked. 
Then she was rubbing her nipples on my back and I was
losing my mind.   Her hands slipped inside by
underwear and she tugged it all the way down to my
ankles and out through my feet.   Her hands grabbed by
behind and she was mauling my cheeks.  One of her
hands clamped my balls.  She was holding them tight
but not hurting me.  I don't know how I held myself
from exploding just then.  Her other hand goes over
and grabbed my penis.  She started rubbing it.  The
pleasure was excruciating.  I moaned and sprayed over
the sheets.   Next thing I knew, she's out of the bed.
  I cursed myself.  What a chance I blew."

	I stopped talking and started on my pasta again.  Joe
wasn't smiling anymore.  He was impatient.   "I gotta
eat you know," I said with a mouthful.

	"You are teasing me.  Get on with the story," he
said.

	"I sat up on the bed and turned on the lights. 
Standing absolutely naked with tissue in her hands was
Mrs. Lin.  She motioned me to move and began cleaning
my cum on the bed.  A little was on my thighs and she
dutifully cleaned that up as well.  Her touch made my
dick sprung up again.  She was comfortable with her
body and she was really really beautiful.  The best
was that her pussy was bare.  No hair at all.  I just
kept looking until she turned off the lights and got
into the bed again.  I faced her this time, our faces
inches away.  I just looked at her flawless skin, her
dark eyes, her pretty face.  I couldn't believe that
this was happening.  It was so unreal.  She snuggled
into me and placed my erection just below her pussy. 
We didn't do anything for a while but look into each
other's face.  I think we were waiting for the other
to make the first move.  I kissed her slowly.  Her
tongue and her lips were so... I can't explain it.  I
was in heaven.   I had never desired something more in
my life.  The sad part of it was that I knew she
didn't belong to me," I said.   I gobbled a few
spoonfuls before Joe would prod me again.   But he was
quiet.

	Finally he said, "You did get to fuck her though."

	"Yeah," I said.   "There never was better sex than I
had with this Chinese housewife.  You know when I
entered her, it was like I was the king of the world. 
I never had that feeling again.  Ever again.  It was
like her pussy was magical.  My whole dick tingled. 
Not just the head.  It was unreal.  Have you ever felt
that way?"

	"Not the way you explained it.  No, I never had such
an opportunity," Joe said.  "Was it an extra turn on
that her husband allowed you to fuck his wife?"

	"That definitely was very exciting.  You know
sometimes I think I have to return the favor.  Offer
my wife to some guy and maybe change his life.  But
you know, it ain't never gonna happen.  But thinking
about it sometimes, it gets me all pumped up."

	"It's not having the most beautiful girl in bed that
makes the sex great.  It is the circumstances that
made that girl in bed with you that is the real turn
on.  What if the woman you are fucking at three at
night is your brother's wife.  I am sure that your
dick would be hard as nails.   You would be taking in
every moment of that pleasure of doing your sister in
law.   But in your case, you got the beautiful girl
and the circumstance," Joe said.

	"This talk is making me depressed," I admitted. 
"Having a nice pretty wife at home is good and all,
but once you tasted that forbidden stuff, man
everything else is bland."

	"I agree," Joe said.

	Dinner was done.  Not much else was said.  We were
deep in our own thoughts.  I went to my room and
slept.


The end.

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