Foreign Exchange

January 14, 2014 – 3:49 pm

[author’s note: This is a true story which took place in 1982. The names and the places have been disguised.]

It was a Friday and we were sitting in the family room watching television. Our children were spending the night with friends and we were left to our own devices. Shari began with a question, as neither of us were paying very close attention to the TV. “You have been overseas many times.” She said. “Did you fuck any foreign women while you were over there?”

I looked at her and saw that she was strangely serious. I decided to answer her as truthfully as she had asked the question. This new found truthfulness in our relationship was refreshing. I didn’t feel as though I needed to lie to her or attempt to deceive her in anyway. “You know the only one that I was with was Loraine and she was in England.”

Shari said, “Are you telling me the truth?” In reply I simply nodded my head and said, “I have no reason to lie to you now. Do I?” She thought about it for awhile and she sat there in silence for about a half an hour. Then she said, “I would like to fuck a foreigner. I don’t have any idea who that might be, but I would like to find out how they fuck.”

I decided that sitting in front of the TV for the evening was not the thing for us to do. So we went up to our room and began getting dressed to go out. Shari put on a white filmy blouse, of course she was not wearing a bra. And she slithered her hips into a tight pair of black pants. Of course there was no room under them for panties. So she was totally natural underneath with her partially shaved pussy. When she shaved, she liked leaving the hair on her pubic mound. Doing it this way she said, “Caused less questions from our children.”

The pants accented her figure nicely. Her legs were one of her best assets along with an angelic looking face, topped with auburn hair. For foot wear, she put on a pair of three inch spike black sandal type shoes. Her blouse, being somewhat see through and low cut as well, drew a man’s attention directly to her chest. In the darker light you could make out the areolas around her nipples and you could see that her nipples were making tents on each side of her chest.

I dressed casually in slacks and a shirt with loafer type shoes and we were off. When we arrived at the club, she placed her ID in her hip pocket as she was always being asked to prove her age. She was 35 years old and still getting carded. I was jealous. She told me to go play some pool and hunt for a lady or two to dance with and she was going to see if there were any foreigners in the club that evening. Off we went in different directions to see what we could find to occupy our attention. I found a friend of mine playing pool in the restaurant area and I placed two quarters on the table to challenge. When it was my turn, I won the first game that I played with my friend and he had to go at the end of the game so I took on all comers. I had played about ten games when I realized that I had not seen my wife in quite some time.

At the end of the game I forfeited and went to look for her. It took me some time to find her. Finally I saw her sitting in a corner booth and sipping a drink while talking with a dark skinned man. I could see that his left hand was not on the table and as I looked closer in the dim light I could see that he was rubbing her pussy through the zipper of her pants. He had his hand inside the zipper and I could only assume that his finger or fingers were inside her vagina.

As I approached the table, she looked up and saw me coming toward her and said, “Ah Paul, I would like for you to meet my husband.” With that he pulled his hand out of her pants quickly and placed it on the table.

Too late. I could see the juices on his first and middle finger. He stood. I said, “What was the name again?” He replied, “Mohamed.” Shari looked at him curiously and said, “You told me your name was Paul.” He reassured her that he had said Mohamed. Shari wasn’t thinking about a name, she was wanting to get inside his trousers.

He was a foreigner, accent and all. I sat down and we had drinks and talked for a while. I found out that Mohamed (Paul) was in the Saudi Navy and he was there attending school with many of his fellow countrymen. Shari was sitting next to him and she would reach beneath the table and I could see her arm moving, but I couldn’t see what she was doing. I could but fantasize what she might be up to. It wasn’t long before she suggested that we leave the club for a bit more comfortable surroundings. Mohamed excused himself to go to the men’s room.

When he had left the table, I asked Shari, “Where do you want to go with him? You know that it is not a good idea to take him to our house.” She simply smiled at me. “We could go to Gerry’s apartment.” She whispered. “And we can take him there as Gerry won’t be needing it again for another couple of months.”

I had not been prepared for her to make a connection quite this quickly. I had not obtained any condoms or anything to drink. I also had not made any contingency plans regarding what would or should be done in the event that she did score. I was thinking like a man and not a woman. Many times subsequent to this night I made the same error.

The car that we had taken to the club that evening was a two seated convertible. It was also an evening that it was about to rain at any moment, therefore the top was up. Mohamed either didn’t have a car or had obtained a ride to the club with some of his mates and he had to be chauffeured by me. Shari put Mohamed in the passenger seat and then she sat on his lap facing me. There we were, all crammed into a sardine can. Away we went for our adventure.

I had insisted on condoms as my wife was on the pill but I didn’t want any foreign bodies to invade her pussy. I had explained it to her that she was in fact on the pill, but the pill was not 100% sure. Where adding the condom was adding a little insurance. She seemed to accept this idea but she did not like the use of the things, because as she put it. “I like to feel a man’s hot cum spreading around on my insides.”

I thought of driving to the pharmacy and buying a box of condoms, but she was afraid that we might be recognized by someone. I then ask her about the grocery. She said that the same thing might happen there as well. It was then that I realized that she was trying to get me to let her do it bare back. I remembered a bar that I had frequented on occasion, and the condom machine in the men’s room.

I drove rapidly to the Green Lantern Tavern. When we arrived, I left the two of them to get better acquainted in the car. I knew that there would be no hanky panky in that car as it was a 1980 TR-7.

Upon entering the bar I remembered that there was a rule about the restrooms. Only customers could use them. I bought a beer and sat for a few minutes sipping on the beer. I then left my cigarettes and lighter next to my beer and headed for the men’s room. When I got inside, I locked the door and reached into my pocket for change. Imagine my surprise to learn that they cost $0.75 a piece. I could only afford to buy three of the things. I thought to myself, “No man could go more than that in a few hours.” Well I was wrong again.

I returned to the car and found them much the way I had left them with the exception that his hands were not only inside her shirt, but inside her pants as well. She had her pants undone and he could reach her pussy and finger it. She was moaning and I could see that the crotch of her pants were soaked with her cum. I started the car and headed for Gerry’s apartment.

We arrived and another surprise awaited me. She didn’t have the key as she had not carried her purse that evening. The key was at our house. I knew that I didn’t want him to know where our house was so I said that I would run and get the key. We only lived a few blocks from the apartment.

I left the two of them seated on the steps to the apartment and rushed home to get the key. Luckily, there was no one at home that was going to ask a bunch of questions as to why I had come home without Mom. I grabbed the key and headed back.

When I arrived back at the apartment. I found that they had moved up the stairs to a darkened area near the top of the stairs near the door and had continued with their foreplay, obviously as her clothes were almost off of her. They stood to the side while I opened the door and turned on some lights. Shari scooped up her clothes and they came inside. Shari said that she needed to go to the bathroom, and headed that way, leaving Mohamed and I standing in the hall.

I decided to do a little exploring. She soon returned to the living room. I could see her pussy hair glistening with the cum that she had already emitted from her body with her pants on. Her feet were also bare and her blouse was unbuttoned, but she was wearing it.

She took the condoms that I held out to her and the beer that I offered her from Gerry’s refrigerator. She then placed the condoms and the beer in her left hand and reached out to Paul and said, “Would you like to come with me to the bedroom?” He took her hand and they strolled off down the hall toward the bedroom.

She closed the door partially so that I could hear but not see as Mohamed was very specific about that. I was not to see him naked and she wanted to fuck him so very, very much, that I allowed her to bend the rules a little. I sat on the couch in the living room and I had a straight shot view down the hall to the bedroom door.

I suddenly heard her say “No! No!” I started down the hall. She heard me coming and she yelled out to me that it was all right in the code that only she and I knew. I retreated back to the couch. Unable to see a lot and very little to hear, I had almost fallen asleep on the couch when suddenly the door opened and she came out. She still wore her blouse and it was unbuttoned as before. As she approached into the light, I could see liquid looking very much like cum that was dripping from her pussy and running down both legs to her knees. Her hair was mussed and her pussy hair was matted. I waited for her to speak.

“Do you have anymore condoms?” She asked. I looked at my watch and realized that it had only been about an hour and a half since she went into the bedroom. I said, “You couldn’t have possibly used all three of those condoms.” She said, “Yes we have and we want to do it again. Do you have anymore?” I shook my head no. She went back into the bedroom and came out with a used condom. It looked like it would fit a Donkeys cock it was so stretched. She took it into the bathroom and washed it out and then placed it over the neck of her beer bottle and re-rolled it. Her smile was telling enough that she felt like she had done well. Back to the bedroom she went.

It wasn’t long before I could hear the tell tale sounds of a male and a female cumming, almost in unison. I am almost positive that if Gerry’s downstairs neighbors were home that night, they got a real thrill of a sound and bounce show from their ceiling. I could have probably heard them better from the apartment below. It took them only about fifteen minutes from the last of the moaning and groaning to appear in the door of the bedroom fully dressed. She had the look of a woman who had been used and well fucked.

They came out into the living room and we sat and had some more beer together. I asked, “Did you find a comb in Gerry’s bathroom?” She looked at me questioningly until she glanced in the mirror that was hanging above the dining table. She smiled sheepishly and got up slowly and headed for the bathroom. In the meantime, Mohamed was doing his best to convince her to come to his place and meet his friends. “We are going to have to give Paul a ride to his place.” Shari said. She smiled at him as though there was yet an untold story. I noticed right away that his statements of invitation were not including me. I also was aware that if she were to get in a group of these Rag Heads, she was going to get more than she had bargained for and of that I was almost sure.

We all loaded into the Triumph and headed toward the beach. Mohamed was telling me where to go while playing with my lovely wife as she sat on his lap. I could see that his member was once again straining to get loose from it’s captivity. From the apartment, it was but a short drive of about twenty minutes to where Mohamed said that he lived. When we got there, I parked some distance away at his insistence. He said, “I must go and let my brothers know that you are here and that I have invited you into our home.”

Shari stood outside the car leaning on the door. She watched Mohamed ascend the hill toward the apartment complex. I stepped out of the car, leaned on the top and said, “Are you wanting to go up there with him and his friends?” She just smiled at me and said, “Yes. We can go up and have drinks with them.” “Drinks are not what Paul has in mind, I can assure you. You get up there in amongst his so called brothers and you will have your pussy fucked until you won’t be able to move.”

At this point in her adventures, she wasn’t prepared for that scenario. I said, “We can just get in the car and drive away. I took enough turns and back tracks to come here that he couldn’t find his way back. And besides, all he could find if he tried would be the apartment. There are no leads to us from there.” She quickly got in and closed the door. “Let’s go.” She said. I got in, started the car and drove away leaving her Arab lover in the lurch.

As I drove home, to show her appreciation for the evenings fun, she laid across the console and unzipped my pants. She put her hand inside and worked my now swelling cock out into the nights lights. As it appeared and was growing rapidly, she placed it between her lips and began sucking. She sucked my cock all of the way home. I hung on to my cum until I pulled into the garage. She then sucked it in a way that only she knew how to and I gave it up in seconds. I asked, “Why did you do that now? Why not sooner?” She smiled as she swallowed all my cum and then said. “Because my Darling, I didn’t want you to kill us when you cum started to spurt. Suppose we were on the toll way?” She smiled and licked her lips.

– The End –