My Asian wife, Luci, and I enjoyed a late summer road trip up the California coast from Los Angeles. An old friend, Gary, who we hadn’t seen for years, was recently divorced and offered to let us spend the night since he now had so much room in his house. We jumped at the chance to break up the journey and catch up. As thanks, we took him out for a spicy Mexican dinner where the Don Julio 1942 tequila flowed, as did the catching up stories. We learned his wife had left him for a woman, having discovered she was a lesbian. He confessed he hadn’t had sex in over a year and his confidence was shaken by his wife’s coming out.
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We did our best to make him feel better and reassured him that her coming out had nothing to do with him; he just needed to start dating again. Luci got very drunk and was a sloppy hot mess, kissing and sucking the Don Julio bottle as if it were a cock, telling Gary that he’d get fucked soon enough, that he was a young, attractive guy who had been hurt but he was thinking too much. He just needed a good fuck to clear his head of all that baggage.
She held Gary’s hand and spoke with Don Julio wisdom running high, telling him that soon enough he’d have lots of women to fuck once he just got out of his head and lost his post-divorce virginity. Through slurred words, Luci told him repeatedly, earnestly, using every cliché, the way drunks always do, “You gotta get back in the saddle, Gary. Get back on your bike. Go fuck a chick, any chick, just stop living in the past. You need to let your little head do the thinking for your big head!”
In the Uber back to his place, I sat in the front seat, and Luci and Gary sat in the back. His throbbing cock tented his pants at the sight of Luci’s short dress inching up her thighs to show off her panties, his hard-on no doubt aided by all the sexy drunk encouragements she’d given him to go fuck a woman to get over his wife leaving him. And here she was, leaning on him, a sexy drunk woman with so much of her body on brazen display and a dirty Don Julio-fueled mouth running wild. Gary had to be thinking, imagining fucking my drunken wife. I know I was imaging him fucking her!
Halfway back to his place, Luci announced she was tired and wasted and was going to take a quick nap. She toppled to the side, placing her head on Gary’s shoulder, then as drunken oblivion claimed her, Luci slid down on his lap and right away she was snoring and drooling separated by the thin material of his khaki pants from this throbbing cock. I looked at our friend and smiled.
“Oh well,” I said, “Sorry, tequila does this to her, especially 1942. She’ll be OK in the morning and won’t remember a thing.”
Confusion and frustration radiated from Gary’s face – my sexy Asian wife’s head used his lap for a pillow, resting on his hard cock. Her miniskirt slid up her thighs to expose her panty-covered pussy and as she turned to get comfortable on his cock pillow, her short dress slid up her butt, exposing her barely-there thong separating her tight ass cheeks. I had said “she won’t remember a thing,” and Gary had to be thinking, was that an invitation, my permission, to cop a feel of Luci’s delicious body. Her pussy bulge and tufts of cunt hair were easily visible. Gary’s mouth gaped open. He drooled at the beckoning sight of my wife’s pussy bulge, licking his lips with such intent, such purposeful tongue action, he had to be imagining licking Luci’s pussy lips. I felt sorry for Gary; the poor guy hadn’t had sex in over a year and here was a prime piece of married, drunk Asian fuckmeat rubbing on his cock and showing off her ass and pussy. I wondered if he’d come in his pants before the Uber arrived at his house.
When we arrived at his driveway, Luci was still out cold, and Gary had pre-cum stains seeping through his khaki pants. He helped me pull my comatose wife from the car, enjoying the excuse to put his hands on her various body parts. I put Luci over my shoulder and carried her to his front door, perfectly aware that he had an even better view of my wife’s thong-cased cunt lips as he brought up the rear, dutifully carrying her high heels that had fallen off her sexy little feet as her legs swung from side-to-side with my manhandling of her up the steps and inside.
I laid her down on the couch, careful not to pull her skirt down, but she rolled on her back, drifting in and out of drunken stupor, licking her fingers saying they tasted of tequila and how she was sooooo wasted, opening and closing her long legs as she fell in and out of sleep.
As a voyeur and a cuckold, I enjoy showing Luci off. It excites me to see men ogle my Asian wife and often, with my encouragement and scheming, do much more than ogling; the ultimate reward is when I watch Luci being fucked by other men. I’d have to be blind not to have noticed how cuntstruck Gary was by Luci’s brazen drunken display. I suspected that with a little nudging from me and a few more tequilas for Gary, he’d fuck her in her inebriated state. Casting not so furtive glances at Luci’s long legs on the couch and the occasional glimpses of her thong covered ass and pussy, he poured another couple of tequilas, and we chatted, getting down to the dirty details he wanted to know. All the time we’d been friends with him we never hid our open relationship from Gary and his now ex-wife. There were times, Gary confessed, when he was married, they looked down on our polyamorous lifestyle and thought we were weird swinger-types and couldn’t imagine how we could fuck other people. Now that he might benefit from our lifestyle, he wanted the dirty details of how non-monogamy worked. How many men had Luci fucked? How many other women had I enjoyed. What were our rules? I explained we could fuck anybody we wanted, but we never felt any pressure to do so. If sex with other people happened – great – but if not, we always enjoy sex with each other. Such an arrangement suits our personalities and desire to experience sexual pleasure to its fullest. We’re happy and very much in love and lust and have been living and fucking like this for 20+ years.
“So, you’re a cuckold?” Gary said. “Sometimes,” I smiled back. “Sometimes I participate but most of the time I just enjoy Luci getting fucked by other men. It’s a real turn on for me. And her, obviously. She is a slut and can’t get enough dick. We have the perfect relationship.”
No longer trying to be furtive in his leering, Gary stared at Luci’s long legs and the prize in between as she tossed and turned on the couch, passing in and out of sleep to often giggle and say something sexy or silly in a drunken slur. Not taking his gaze from Luci’s peek-a-boo crotch, Gary said, “So if Luci was awake, I could fuck her now, on that couch and you wouldn’t mind?” I clinked my glass to his and said in toast “As long as she wanted to fuck you, of course I wouldn’t mind. If she was awake and wanted to fuck you, ab-so-fucking-lutely you’d be fucking on that couch right now, and I’d be enjoying the sight of you cumming in my wife, and by the way she was all over you in the car, I could tell she wanted it. Too bad she’s wasted.”
“Yes, too bad she’s wasted, beautifully, sexily wasted…” Gary mumbled, forlornness permeating his words and downcast face, his eyes rivetted by Luci’s flashing fleeting glimpses of her labia and asshole as the elastic of her skimpy thong slid to the side of her pussy mound with every drunken toss and turn on the couch. I suspected Gary felt left out by a wild sex life passing him by; seeing Luci like this, in full slut mode, so available but not, after all these years of knowing us, that when he was married he’d never had the chance to take advantage of our open relationship and enjoy her tight Asian cunt, and now, suddenly single, his wife left him for another woman, here was Luci, available, displaying her tight little holes to him, but too drunk to fuck. I felt sorry for Gary. He deserved to bury his cock inside my wife. Even though she didn’t mean it to be, Luci’s drunken flaunting of her body was cruel and unusual punishment for a man who hadn’t had sex in over a year.
And I’ll blame my share of Don Julio for the wicked idea that took over my libido and better judgement at that cock-hardening moment. Luci and I have often roleplayed scenes like this where she pretended to be drunk and passed out, and I played a stranger taking advantage of her after pumping her full of cocktails at a bar. So, I rationalized Luci wouldn’t mind giving Gary a sleeping fuck. What’s the point of roleplaying fantasy if you don’t make it real when you have the chance, right? So, I fake-yawned and said I’d better put my drunk wife to bed so she can sleep it off as we had to get going early in the morning. I suggested Gary hang down here a moment while I put Luci to bed. He and I would then have one last nightcap and talk more. He nodded, clearly disappointed at thinking his chance to fuck Luci had passed, and he’d have to settle for stroking his hard cock to relieve his Luci-induced blue balls. I hoisted my wife onto my shoulder and this time I pulled her thong fully aside before turning to face him so he could see her plump, wet cuntlips.
“I won’t be long,” I said. “Huh-huh,” was Gary’s sullen reply, staring at my wife’s cunt as I gripped her ass to hold her aloft. I knew he give anything to bury his face right there into her butt and taste her sweet Asian pussy and ass. I almost said, “Go ahead, Gary, give it a lick,” but I settled on teasing him a little bit longer. I carried Luci slowly up the stairs to the guest bedroom so Gary could get ample views of the pussy he wanted, and unbeknownst to him, I would arrange for him to fuck. I laid Luci down on the bed, slid off her dress and pulled down her thong. The flimsy garment was damp in the crotch. I sniffed the gusset, relishing the aroma of excited cunt. I bent down and breathed deep her pussy and yes, the muskiness of her juices bathing my nostrils confirmed how teasing our friend had excited my horny slut of a wife. Her cunt was moist; wetness glistened on her plump labia. Luci presented an intoxicated, intoxicating vision of a woman wanting to be fucked. Don Julio doesn’t just get her drunk; expensive tequila is a powerful aphrodisiac for my Asian wife.
I kissed Luci good night on the cheek, smelling the tang of tequila on her breath. She didn’t react, soundly asleep, snoring, drooling a little. To test the depth of her tequila coma, I ran my finger along her slick pussy lips and with ease slid a digit inside. When she didn’t awake, I finger fucked her.
After a few thrusts I added another finger and maybe a slight moan oozed from her pouting mouth but no protest. Her hips undulated and she grew wetter with every in and out. I rotated my fingers and rubbed her clit, banging into her like I planned Gary soon would with his cock.
Luci remained comatose but her response to my finger banging was salaciously horny, so much so that I was tempted to whip out my hard cock and fuck my asking-for-it wife, but Gary needed to fuck Luci more than I did. She rolled over on to her belly and raised her ass to give me a better finger bang angle. I wondered if she was fully passed out or faking it like in our roleplaying scenes as she was being very responsive. She moaned and groaned “oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Gary,” confirming she wanted our friend to fuck her, and maybe the being passed out drunk was all a coy Asian hotwife act to let him have his way with her, just like the roleplaying scenes we’d acted out many times before.
After a few more finger bangs and louder moans, I pulled my fingers out and admired Luci’s pungent juices glistening upon my hand. She groaned and rolled on her side, offering a clear view of her naked ass and cunt. I licked my fingers like a kid savoring cake batter but left enough of her juices so Gary would smell my wife’s wet cunt on my hand.
I went over to the bedside cabinet and turned on my laptop and enabled the camera and set it to record after positioning it with a perfect view of Luci’s ass and the bed. I turned off the screen so the recording would be secret. I left the room light on and went down to Gary who had almost finished the tequila without me. I did another shot with him and relayed that Luci was soundly asleep. I told him I kissed her goodnight and gave her a little fuck.
“She didn’t wake up at all. She is so wasted, a bit of a light weight. You know Asians. She’s only 100lbs and she had as much 1942 as us.”
“You fucked her?” He was incredulous. I left out that it was just a finger fuck. Minor details…
“Hell yeah, she got me all hard flirting with you, and she’s so wet. Here – smell – this is what fuckable married Asian pussy smells like.”
I stuck my hand under Gary’s nose. He recoiled in shock at the pungency. I licked my fingers and leered “hmmmm-hmmmm – that’s sweet Luci cunt indeed, oh yes, prime Asian pussy ripe for more fucking,” adding “If she was awake, she’d want another good fucking so why not give her one passed out like I did. You know you want to, and she was offering it to you when she was awake, telling you that you should stop thinking and fuck a chick. Any chick, were her words. Well, there’s a passed out and willing Asian chick waiting for you upstairs, and I’ve lubed her up good for you.”
Heading off his potential guilt at fucking my passed-out wife I added. “We often roleplay her getting drunk at a bar. I play a stranger fucking her when she’s passed out; she really gets off on it because she rationalizes that she wasn’t responsible for being a cumdump slut. We’re kinky that way. We roleplay all kinds of weird shit scenarios. Often. It keeps our sex life spicy and alive. She’s even had me dress up as a burglar in a ski mask and surprise her in bed where I take her by force. And the funny thing is she doesn’t remember a thing, or so she says. She sometimes thinks she just had a very wet horny drunken dream.”
He looked towards the stairs and whispered, “So she wouldn’t mind being fucked by me even if she’s passed out?”
“No, man, I took a few photos of her. Her pussy was so wet from her thinking of your hard cock, so thanks for getting my wife all excited for me. Want to see?”
“Yeah, of course, if it’s OK.”
“It’s more than OK. I love sharing Luci in the flesh and digitally, so to speak.”
I scrolled through my images and showed him the shots of Luci’s sleeping beauty ass and pussy.
I made my next move. “Fucking hot ass, huh? Look at how wet that tight Asian pussy is. She really likes you, and I’m sure she’d be fucking you now if she was awake, so give her what she’s dreaming about. When I had my cock in her she moaned your name – she said, “fuck me, fuck me, Gary, fuck me. Get back in the saddle and fuck my married Asian pussy.” She was probably fantasizing about your hard cock that she used as a lumpy pillow in the car.
Gary stared at the pictures, unconsciously adjusting the large erection in his trousers, looking from Luci’s naked body to me and back and forth between us. I knew what he was thinking; I’m very aware that guys who haven’t been a part of the wife swapping scene aren’t too comfortable fucking a wife in front of her husband. So, I made the final move to seal the deal, giving him the comfort of unfettered access to Luci by easing myself out of the picture.
“Look, sorry to get back to boring shit, but is it OK if I use your computer? I gotta send some emails and make sure our reservations are confirmed for the rest of the trip. I don’t want to impose but we won’t have time in the morning.”
Gary almost tripped over himself and his protruding erection in his eagerness to show me to his study and his computer. I laid the hyperbole on thicker, just in case he needed more encouragement to fuck my wife.
“Hey, thanks for everything, man, letting us stay here. That’s so cool of you. And don’t worry, everything will work out for you as soon as you get over your ex. And look, Gary, I’m sorry Luci passed out, but you know, she won’t mind if you just go into the room and look at her body, even feel it if you want. You could kiss her ass goodnight. She’d like that. You’ll see up close how wet that tight little Asian pussy is for you.”
“For me?”
“Yeah, for you. She wants you. She’s waiting for you to come up and fuck her. Look!”
I showed him another photo I’d taken of Luci’s cunt with my finger parting her wet lips.
As Gary stared, licking his lips at such a juicy porno sight, I added one more encouragement.
“Your cock could be in that tight, wet Asian hole instead of my finger.”
What was I supposed to do? Lead him up the stairs by his dick and stick it in her for him, which is what I was basically doing with all these hints. If he was the proverbial horse, I had not only just led him to the water trough, but I was pouring the contents down his throat. His cock was hard and twitching. He was ready to fuck her, so I gave him one final push.
“It should take me about an hour to get everything done so if you want to go upstairs and say a fucking goodnight to Luci, go ahead, be our guest – it’s more than OK with me and I know it’s OK with her. She wants you, man. She always has. She told me once a long while ago when you and your ex visited us in LA that she fantasized about fucking you. So, go ahead, make Luci’s fantasy come true. We’ll let ourselves out in the morning. And again, thanks for letting us stay the night so we didn’t have to drive all night. It really was good to see you again, man. You’ll have to come visit us in LA, and when you do, I’ll make sure Luci doesn’t drink too much.”
We shook hands and he stood in the doorway, erection tenting his pants, pre-cum spreading.
“She moaned my name?”
“Yup. She moaned your name and said get back in the saddle and fuck this Asian pussy with that big hard cock I’ve been feeling all evening.”
“She said that?”
“Yup.” Well, she almost, kind of said it; as an erotica author I am allowed to embellish a little, but Gary didn’t need to know that small detail.
“And you’re sure she’d want to fuck me, and you don’t mind?”
“Yes, she wants to fuck you and nope, I don’t mind. Turns me on to know my wife is attractive to lots of men and can help you in your time of need. What are friends for, Gary, especially a cuckold one with a hot Asian wife who likes to get fucked by many men.”
“OK, I’ll go up then.”
“Have a good one.” I winked.
He turned red, nodded and smiled “I will.”
I doubt he’d need the full hour I planned to give him. He’d probably cum in a minute. I remote logged into my laptop and watched Gary fuck Luci. He stroked her legs a few times and her ass, probably making sure she was out cold, and then he wasted no time in lifting her ass up so he could get easy access to that tight Asian pussy he’d seen in the photos I’d shared. I thought it was so dirty that he didn’t undress, just whipped out his cock out of his khaki pants to have his way with her.
I was impressed. Gary has a nice big thick cock with a curve, just the kind Luci likes because it hits her g-spot just right.
He started out slow rubbing his thick cock up and down her wet pussy lips, parting them with each stroke, growing bolder, easing his thick cockhead inside my wife.
I stroked my cock as I furtively watched Gary use my wife as a much-needed cumdump. I’m a voyeur and a cuckold and whether watching Luci get fucked either in the same room as a group thing or secretly on hidden cameras or after-the-event videos really gets me off and this encounter was delicious. Gary wouldn’t be the only one coming tonight because of Luci’s tight pussy.
When he grabbed her ass and pulled her to him and pounded into my wife like she was a rag doll I came hard, especially the way he lifted her sexy ass up for the best angle. Over the laptop microphone I heard Gary grunting and Luci moaning. Gary was most definitely getting back in the saddle, and with gusto. This was a year’s worth of pent-up fucking and frustration he was taking out on my wife’s pussy.
Then woah – I didn’t expect this of Gary. He slid his finger into Luci’s ass and finger fucked her butt, rubbing his cock inside her pussy through the thin skin separating her two tight holes, and then he switched his finger for his thumb as he came in Luci’s well-used pussy. I was hard again from watching this surprising anal play. I never suspected Gary was anything but pure vanilla. He must have jerked off to a lot of porn in his divorce enforced celibacy.
Gary pulled out after cumming in Luci, causing a gush of thick, white cum to erupt out of her. Her pussy lips pulsated, and her cunt gaped, as if my horny wife abhorred the vacuum left by his cock and wanted it back in her to plug that needy hole. Gary continued working her asshole as she groaned, her slutty words hard to decipher since her ass was up and her head down in the pillows. Despite his pulling out, Luci was lost in the throes of a long cumming, urged on by Gary’s thumb assplay rubbing her pussy walls. Way to go, Gary!
Gary was most definitely not a post-divorce virgin anymore thanks to my ‘passed out’ wife and too much Don Julio 1942 tequila and manipulative me. When I came up to the room, Luci was still face down and comatose and there was a wet spot underneath her that I decided to add to by reclaiming my Asian wife.
The next morning, I wasn’t sure whether to tell Luci about Gary fucking her. I have a feeling she wasn’t fully comatose when he had his way with her, but she might have thought it was me. Either way, she’ll understand – hey, what are friends and tight, wet Asian hotwife’s pussy for…
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