Asian Swinging Sex At A Hotel

I know everyone here has their own 'how I got into swinging' story, but I think mine's special. See, I didn't know I was swinging till I'd already swung.

It started one night when we were on a package tour on Madeira. We'd run into a couple from Battersea and really hit it off, as they had interests similar to ours. Like myself, Bob enjoyed fishing expeditions to the Scottish lochs, and we'd both married outside our race. My wife Wanika is a tall willowy black woman from Haiti, and his Akela was a Hawaiian of mixed Polynesian, Chinese, and Korean ancestry. She was probably the most perfect-looking Asian woman I had ever seen, with long dark hair, exotic features, and eyes like melted chocolate, and I admit I fancied her from the start. As for the girls, they liked all the same authors and film stars, so they had plenty to talk about..

We spend a few days going about with Bob and Akela, and were sad when our holidays wound down. On the last night, the girls sat together giggling while Bob and I talked fishing, and we'd no clue that they were hatching something. They left the hotel bar a bit earlier than we, refusing to say why; Bob and I just shrugged and stayed perhaps an hour longer, then said reluctant good nights, promising to keep in touch and go fishing soon.

Once in the hotel room I undressed without a light and slipped into bed beside my wife. She was bare, which was unusual I thought, but took advantage by snuggling close and draping my hand over her right breast. That woke her up. She responded by stretching like a big cat, then proceeded to slide down and suck my cock to life. Odd, of course, as Wani wasn't much for cocksucking, but I didn't question my good luck. Once I was well erect, she climbed aboard and road me like a prize pony. I came twice, and I swear she did four or five time, before she more or less fell off me, panting like a long-distance runner.

'Well then,' I said after a bit, 'I suppose you'll be getting back to Bob, Akela.'

'No, I'm yours for the night,' she said in her sweet American accent. 'How'd you know?'

'Wani's furry. You're shaved smooth. I knew as soon as you climbed on.'

'Rats. Never thought of that.'

'No matter, it was great fun. I suppose you ladies cooked this up between you.'

'Well, we had to, since you boys weren't catching our hints. Sometimes a woman's gotta take matters into her own hands.'

Wives can be devious little wenches, bless 'em. Akela 'took matters into her own hands' several times that night and I had my own hands full. When I woke up late the next morning, my wife was right next to me looking like the cat who ate the cream, and our fate as swingers was sealed. We've caught up with Bob and Akela a few times since then, but somehow Bob and I never get round to fishing. We've got other things to do: specifically, each others' wives.