18 Takeshi

The telephone rang. Aiko picked it up. It was Norman.

"What's up, Norman? she asked.

"Not the usual thing," he said. His innuendo was obvious.

Aiko laughed.

"We're going to Japan in a couple of months," Norman said.

"Really? Good for you two. Why now? You've never hinted at wanting to visit Japan before?" she observed.

"It's not me; it's the school board. It wants to send me to attend a four-day educational conference," Norman explained. "So we're planning to take advantage of the airline ticket to spend a extra week in Japan before the conference starts."

"That's a smart idea," Aiko remarked.

Then Norman came to the main point of his call. "Because you know the language, we thought maybe you and Gerald might want to come with us. It would be fun to go with good friends, especially when one of them, you of course, knows the language and culture."

"It's not a bad idea," Aiko mused, "but..."

Aiko was interrupted by what she heard at the other end of the phone.

"Let me talk to her," she heard little Emma tell her huge husband.

Aiko heard noises indicating that the phone had switched hands.

"Please come, Aiko! Please, please come!" Emma pleaded. It would be so much if you were there, especially while my oaf of a husband is hobnobbing with or lecturing his fellow educators."

"But you're an educator too!" Aiko protested.

"True, but I'm not a delegate. If I want to go to Japan, I have to pay my own way. The school board only covers Norman's conference expenses including his airfare, five nights at the hotel, and all meals."

Aiko knew that perky Emma had a very excitable, and exciting, personality.

"It would be so much fun," Emma continued to babble. We can shop, and take tours and so much more while he's stuck in that boring conference. Please come Aiko. Please come."

"I'll have to talk to Gerald," Aiko informed her. "I don't know what his commitments are. I'm not even sure if he'd be in the mood to travel after our unusual adventure in Peru."

"Please try," Emma pleaded.

Aiko heard Norman muttering in the background that she shouldn't be imposing herself on their friends.

Apparently Norman made an unsuccessful grab for the phone.

"Never you mind, Norman. I'll do the talking."

When she heard Emma on the phone, she asked her next question. "Where exactly is the conference?"

Aiko heard Emma ask Norman the same question."

"Tokyo," she heard him reply.

"Tokyo," Emma repeated into the phone unnecessarily.

"I've got relatives there," Aiko stated. "Gerald and I could probably stay with them, but you understand we'll have an obligation to spend some time with them."

"No problem, Emma said.

"Let me get back to you," Aiko promised. "I have to talk to Gerald and check our schedules. It might be a few days before I have an answer."

"Just come. Please come," Emma pleaded once again.

* * *

A couple of weeks later, Aiko and Gerald invited Emma and Norman to spend the weekend with them.

They spent Saturday afternoon doing the usual barbecue thing and talking about the usual subjects. The men were engrossed in their own conversation when Aiko took Emma aside.

"Have you guys decided to come with us to Japan?" she asked excitedly.

"We'd like to," Aiko told her, "but Gerald can't get away from work. He's in the middle of a major project, which in all probability will keep him occupied well beyond the time of Norman's conference. And to be honest, he's not really in the mood to travel even if he had the free time."

Emma looked extremely disappointed. She pouted.

Aiko laughed. "It's not a totally lost cause," Aiko announced. "Gerald has no objection to me going with you two. I can get time off from work," Aiko added, "and I can avoid some costs by staying with relatives."

"Oh great!" Emma shrieked loudly enough to cause the men to stop their dialogue and look their way. "Aiko is coming to Japan with us," Emma announced loudly to her husband.

"I know," Norman said, "Gerald just told me.

"Really? Oh this is so great!"

"Be forewarned, though," Norman continued, "during the conference I may be far too busy to pay attention to either of you. So I suggest you think about what you might do while I'm busy hobnobbing with my colleagues."

"You remember that discussion we had about what might be allowed if a married couple is separated for a while?" Gerald asked, grabbing the other three's attention. "You know, the one allowing a spouse to make his or her own decision when they have to be apart for a while?"

"Yeah," said Norman.

"Well, this trip is an occasion where this rule could apply. While you're in Japan, Aiko can make her own decisions without asking me first. She can entertain you, Gerald winked at this point, "provided Emma is okay with such an arrangement."

"I'm okay with that," Emma responded. "I don't mind sharing my husband with her. It's only fair. She's the one doing the work to show us around. We have to keep her happy too," she said smiling.

* * *

There was a 10-hour difference between Japan time and Eastern Standard Time back home. It took Aiko, Emma and Norman almost three days to get over their jet lag. Still, they did a lot of sightseeing in the Tokyo area, including a side trip to Mount Fuji. Being active facilitated their adjustment to the time change.

Meanwhile, Aiko put some thought into what might interest her friends, something outside of the usual tourist sites. She proposed renting a car and driving north to an area known for its hot springs.

Norman, however, wasn't too thrilled with the idea; it wasn't his thing. Emma, on the other hand, was all for Aiko's idea and pushed hard for it.

Norman still refused. Since he was the kind of guy who was indulgent to his wife, he acceded, at least partially, to his wee wife's wishes. The gentle giant suggested a compromise: they go without him to the hot springs for a few days while he was attending the conference.

"Between the conference and the various informal meetings and get-togethers," Norman explained, I suspect I'm going to be so busy that the only break I'll get is when I'm asleep."

The two women readily agreed although they were disappointed to lose their lover for a few days.

Aiko made reservations at a spa several hours north of Tokyo. While Norman's suggestion solved the problem of what the women would do while he was in conference, there was still three more days and nights to kill before the start of the conference.

Aiko had an obligation to visit her relatives. She called them. When her relatives learned about her friends, they invited Emma and Norman as well. Curious to meet some of Aiko's family, Emma and Norman accepted the invitations.

There was still one free evening to fill.

"Let's go to a Japanese swingers' club," Emma suggested out of the blue, "if there is such a thing in this country. I'm curious to see what it's like. Aren't you?"

"I'm sure there is such a thing in Japan," Aiko advised her.

"I guess," Norman replied sounding reluctant. "Emma, we don't know any Japanese, and I don't like the idea of making Aiko work as our interpreter and translator when she should be relaxing."

"Ah, come on Norman," Emma countered. "Don't be such a downer. You're going to be pretty busy next week. You'd better enjoy yourself while you can. There's no harm in looking, you know."

"Voyeur," he shot back with a grin. "But what Aiko wants is what counts here," Norman reminded his wife.

"Sorry," Emma apologized, "of course you're right."

"It's okay, Norman," Aiko assured him. "It's actually not a bad idea. I'm curious to see what a Japanese swingers' club is like too. I'll check the Internet to see what's out there."

After about an hour, Aiko announced she found a swinger's club, which had also organized an exhibition sumo wrestling event featuring two well-know Japanese wrestlers. "There was a short blurb about this event but I didn't understand some of the logographs in it. Although I speak Japanese reasonably well, I've had little practice with the written language."

"Please, let's go," Emma urged her husband.

"I've always wanted to watch a sumo wrestling match," Norman mused.

Emma jumped in. "Norman was an Olympic style wrestler when he was in high school. Although he gave it up when he went to university, he never lost interest in the sport."

Although Norman knew nothing about sumo wrestling, other than that it was ritualistic and performed by grossly large men, as a person who still loved the sport of wrestling, he was still interested in watching it, especially live.

He was silent for a moment. "Okay, let's go. It will be a treat to see two big over-muscled fat guys duke it out."

There adventure began that very evening.

* * *

Aiko arranged for a taxi to pick them up. She directed the driver to take them to a shopping mall about two blocks from where the swingers' club was located. To protect their privacy, she didn't want the taxi driver to know their true destination.

After paying the entry fee, one of the club's proprietors informed them of the club's rules. They were roughly similar to those in swingers' clubs back home. Aiko noticed the club proprietor paid particular attention to Emma. Aiko knew why. She was a rarity, a white woman in a country where such gaijin were considered to be almost exotic and sexually alluring.

As the trio walked into the club, they found it was quite ordinary looking except that there was a wrestling mat in the middle of what otherwise was probably a dance floor.

Emma and Norman soon discovered they were the only non-Japanese persons in the hall. Taking seats that were the furthest away from the wrestling mat did not seem to prevent Emma and Norman from sticking out like sore thumbs. Several Japanese swingers tried to speak to them. Aiko had to explain that they her friends spoke no Japanese. They asked Aiko if she realized what sort of club they were in. She replied in the affirmative, advising them they were swingers back home.

Open curiosity at the presence of gaijin, however, soon turned into acceptance of the presence of the foreigners. Swingers everywhere were, if anything else, generally very egalitarian. Still, on several occasions, the site of two gaijin in the swingers' club evoked double takes from several Japanese couples as they entered the premises.

Aiko and her two friends noticed that the wrestling ring consisted of a brown mat with a large white circle. There were no ropes like those used by professional wrestlers back home. Norman had on more than one occasion shown disdain for professional wrestling, but at the same time, he acknowledged you had to be an real athlete to be a professional wrestler in North America. What Norman disliked about professional wrestling was its fake nature. It was a form of entertainment that required the audience to suspend its credulity in order to enjoy a match whose outcome was staged and largely predetermined.

About an hour later, the announcer proclaimed in Japanese that the wrestling match was about to begin. He asked everyone to take their seats. There were about a hundred people in the room, mostly couples, although there were a few unaccompanied women as well. Single men were apparently not allowed into the club. Unaccompanied married men were allowed if their wives were active members too.

"I'm not good enough to interpret everything she says," Aiko said. "I'll just give you the essence of what he's saying," she added.

"No problem," Emma agreed.

"Right now he's reminding everybody about the rules," Aiko continued. "The winner is the wrestler who forces his opponent outside the circle or makes him touch the ground with any part of his body other than his feet."

After a few more minutes, the announcer introduced the two contestants. They stood opposite each other outside the wrestling ring.

"The bigger guy with the blue belt is called Yuudai, which means 'big hero' in Japanese," Aiko said. The guy with the red belt is Takeshi, which means 'fierce one' in Japanese."

The announcer then said something that seemed to perk Aiko's interest.

"Apparently, these guys won the most matches in a recent tournament. They've agreed to wrestle each other for a special prize."

The announcer continued his speech. Aiko's jaw dropped open. Obviously, the announcer had said something completely unexpected.

"What's going on, Aiko?" asked Emma wanting to know.

"Well, you know this is a swingers' club, right?"

"Yeah. So."

"The winner of the match gets first choice of any woman in the club as his lover. The loser doesn't real lose because he gets the second choice."

"So?" Emma said. "What do you expect? You've had some unusual swinging experiences yourself, you know."

"You don't understand," Aiko said. "Haven't you noticed that you and Norman are the only white people here? Didn't you notice how a lot of the Japanese men stared at you?"

"Yeah and..."

"Some Japanese men think white women are very exotic and sexually desirable. By Japanese standards, Emma, you're considered to be super-cute. You've got a really good chance of being selected by one those wrestlers," Aiko added teasingly.

"You mean one those massive blobs of blubber might..."

"Yes," Aiko confirmed.

"And if not by one the sumo wrestlers, then by some other man in the audience. You hardly went unnoticed," Aiko repeated. "the men paid attention," she grinned, "and so did their dicks."

"Oh," Emma said as she reddened. At the same time, she looked at her husband to see what his reaction was.

"Of course, there are quite a few beautiful women here too," Aiko added. "I'm just forewarning you of what might happen. If you want, we can leave right now," she offered.

But Emma was an adventurous type. She looked questioningly at her husband again.

"I'm not much into voyeurism," Norman declared. "Either we entertain the idea we might have sex with people we don't know, or we leave. It's your decision, Emma" Norman said. "What's it going to be?"

"We'll stay," Emma said after a few moments. She licked her lips as if her mouth were dry.

Norman and Aiko could tell she was both fearful and thrilled at the possibility of being chosen by one the huge bull-like men facing opposite each other. If one of them didn't select her, Emma chances of acquiring a Japanese lover later in the evening was astronomically high.

"I've never had sex with an Asian man before," Emma responded not quite sure why she said.

The announcer asked the two wrestlers to take their positions. The match began. Both men simultaneously touched the white ring with their fists. The match started as soon as the referee gave the signal. They grappled each other. After 30 seconds, Takeshi had managed to force Yuudai to step outside the ring. The match was over.

"That was quick," Emma remarked.

"It's very rare for a match to last more than a minute," Aiko explained.

The announcer formally declared Takeshi as the winner.

"Takeshi is going to make his choice now," Aiko whispered to her friends.

Takeshi didn't bother to scan the room. He looked straight toward where the three friends were sitting and pointed at them. He kept pointing at them as he slowly approached their table. Aiko gestured to herself as if asking Takeshi if she was the one he wanted. He shook his head in a clear 'no.' As he came closer, it became clearer he was pointing at Emma.

"It's not me he wants," Aiko said unnecessarily. "He wants you, Emma."

Aiko pointed at Emma as if to make sure.

Takeshi nodded. He wanted Emma.

Emma could hardly believe what was happening. Aiko's warning was right on the money. A mass of butterflies flew through her stomach. Her nervousness warred with her sense of adventure.

Aiko spoke to Takeshi for a minute.

"I just told him you speak no Japanese," she said.

"The two of you seemed to have said more than that," Emma observed, "or Japanese words are very long."

Aiko laughed, smiling impishly. "I told him you're hot. I told him to satisfy you because Japanese honour was at stake."

Emma blushed. "You didn't!"

"I did," Aiko replied smiling. "Male lust and national honour make for a potent mixture.

"You're wicked," Emma protested weakly as she started to rise.

"You're horny," Aiko countered. "You're already out of your seat!"

Once Emma stood beside the Japanese giant, Takeshi gestured her towards the ring. They walked side by side to the ring.

It was now Yuudai's turn to make his choice. After a few moments he too had made his choice, one of the Japanese women in the audience. He led her to the mat as well.

As the two sumo wrestlers and the women made their way to the wrestling ring, a Japanese man approach Norman with a question.

"He asked if you understood Japanese," Aiko explained. "I told him you don't. Apparently, he has a proposition."

Aiko and the man, Katsu, for that was his name, spoke to each other for a couple of minutes.

Aiko turned to Norman. "He's offering you his wife but he wants to watch. He's always fantasized about a big hairy white man taking his little wife."

"And what does the wife think?" Norman asked.

Aiko questioned Katsu's wife. She was very shy.

"She wants to as well," Aiko replied. "She admits to having the same fantasy. They've talked about such an arrangement but never thought they'd ever have the opportunity to actually do it."

"What about you?" Norman asked.

"Don't worry about me," she replied. "I'll be around. We'll see what happens."

"What's the woman's name?" Norman asked.

Aiko asked the woman. "Her name is Kasumi," she told Norman.

* * *

Meanwhile, the two sumo wrestlers led Emma and the other woman to the wrestling ring. Yuudai and his female partner, sat down outside the circle facing the audience while Takeshi led Emma to a position just outside the white circle. He took a position opposite her, as if in preparation for a match.

Takeshi gestured to her in a way that left no doubt in Emma's mind to strip. As Emma removed her clothing, Takeshi shed his meagre wrestling garment.

Aiko soon forgot about Norman, Kasumi and Katsu. She, like almost everyone else in the room, watched and waited expectantly to see what was about to unfold on the mat.

Aiko noticed Emma blush as she removed her clothing. After all, she was, temporarily at least, the only naked woman in the hall. Despite her experience in open swinging Emma wasn't used to being on display in front of so many people. All but two of them were complete strangers. Still, Emma was no prude either.

Takeshi stared lewdly at Emma. He was huge, massive in fact. The contrast between her petite figure and his enormous almost gelatinous mass was even greater than that between her and her husband. He removed what little he had in the way of clothing. His very stiff erection was barely visible underneath the huge folds of jiggling, quivering flesh.

Aiko wondered how such a man could move at all let alone wrestle for a minute. Despite his many fleshy folds, she knew he had to be very strong and probably very vigorous too. She wondered how a man of his enormous size could have sex with a woman as tiny as Emma. She was about to find out.

Takeshi gestured with his fingers indicating to Emma to enter the ring. As she crossed the white circle, Takeshi did the same.

For a moment, Aiko thought he intended to wrestle her as if she were another opponent. But any similarity with Takeshi's match against Yuudai dissipated very quickly.

Takeshi took hold of Emma's waist, lifted her up as if she were a rag doll, inverted her, drew her up so that her pussy was directly in front of his mouth and then hungrily went to work on her fleshy female folds, seemingly trying to take everything she had between her legs into his mouth.
Surprised, Emma struggled for a moment, then relaxed when she realized that his huge, extremely strong man, could hold her in an upside-down very easily for a very long time if he wanted to.

The crowd cheered.

Takeshi suctioned her pussy. He seemed to munch and chew on her tasty treat. He sucked and licked around her inner and outer labia and her clitoris. His hot tongue teased all parts of her Venusian delights. Every so often he used his tongue to penetrate her vaginal opening.

Emma felt the blood rush to her head. As much as she enjoyed his vigorous erotic assault, she started to become uncomfortable being held upside-down. Takeshi seemed to understand her discomfort. Still holding onto her, he lay on his back at the centre of the mat. His head, and Emma's delicious behind, pointed toward the audience.

Clearly, Takeshi wanted the men in the audience to envy him for winning the gaijin female as his prize. No doubt too, he wanted the women in the audience to envy Emma for being the object of his undoubted vigour.

The crowd cheered again, the men especially. Aiko could tell they wished they were the ones enjoying Emma's delights. The women paid rapt attention too. They wished they were in Emma's place.

Emma still seemed to struggle. This time, though, her squirming was a result of the pleasure derived from Takeshi lingual ardour. He lapped and nibbled the entire area from the middle of her perineum to just above the clitoris. He paid special attention to her erotic bud.

Emma's her own sexual juices began to flow freely. She wanted more; she wanted him to stick his tongue into her. Emma pushed back against his mouth to signal her own desire to him. She felt a movement on Takeshi face that told her he was probably smiling. He said something but of course she couldn't understand, at least not at first.

This time, Takeshi stuck his long tongue deeper into her fragrant furnace. He had understood what she wanted! Nonetheless, his action startled Emma. She had never had a man's tongue go quite so deep into her as this man's. She shuddered at the sensation of having a warm-blooded lingual snake explore her welcoming cavern.

Once in a while, Takeshi withdrew his tongue to eat the hairy pie between her legs. Sometimes he licked her labia. Sometimes he sucked on her clitoris. Sometimes he mouthed her entire hairy mound as if he were trying to swallow it. It seemed as if his goal was to extract every single drop of her female nectar straight from the source and then consume it.

Emma sighed with pleasure. She forgot about the swingers who were watching them. She was in her own erotic world. Then she remembered she should reciprocate orally too. She reached for his cock and found it; it was hard, and it was hot. She tried to put it in her mouth but was suddenly reminded that she was too short. He would have to stop doing cunnilingus on her if he wanted her to do fellatio on him!

Takeshi did not let her go. He enjoyed her exotic taste and wasn't about to let go. Emma quickly gave up on her attempt to reciprocate his oral lovemaking with some of her own.

Instead, Emma stroked and squeezed his hot iron rod. She reached for his balls and gently massaged then. Her lover grunted and moaned in pleasure.

She immersed herself in the wonderful sensations this man was offering her. Takeshi was a very good aficionado of cunnilingus. She began to soar. She wished his tongue could extend deeper into her.

A few minutes later, a massive orgasm suddenly crashed through Emma. Takeshi still continued his skilful lingual attention, bringing her close to another peak.

Emma barely heard the audience cheer their champion. She was about to climax again when Takeshi suddenly stopped. He rolled her off his body, indicating to her she should sit in a kneeling position. Emma obliged him wondering what he planned to do next, impatient to reach another peak and worried a little that he might deliberately leave her hanging for a while.

But there was no way Takeshi was going to leave her hanging. He sat back, leaning on his arms. He pointed to stiff member. Clearly, he wanted Emma to sit on it.

Emma obeyed. She crawled to him. She wasn't sure if Takeshi wanted her to face him of face away. Facing him would expose her scrumptious ass for all in the audience to see. So she surmised that Takeshi probably wanted her to sit on his cock facing him. She grabbed his iron-hard instrument of pleasure and directed toward the centre of her sweet feminine universe.

The audience cheered their approval. Emma noticed that the cheers were not as loud as they were earlier. Wondering why, she cast a quick glance around the room. Many in the audience were too busy engaging in their own love bouts, Norman included.

Emma stuck the head of Takeshi's cock into the opening of her humid love hole, and then sank down onto it. She rode up and down Takeshi's column for several minutes while he watched her, letting her do the work. But no heterosexual man can resist the temptation of so juicy a morsel as what lies between a woman's legs. Emma could see in his face that his pleasure was mounting. So was hers.

Those in the crowd who were still watching roared their approval as the two lovers terminated their love match with a mutually satisfying orgasmic draw.

* * *

Like most of the audience, Aiko watched the Emma's sexual wrestling match with Takeshi with considerable interest. Aiko wished she were in Emma's place. Watching Emma get it on with Takeshi made her very horny. She yearned for the fullness that only a man could bring her.

But the Emma-and-Takeshi show was over. It was Yuudai's turn to perform on the mat with the woman he had chosen from the audience. As far as Aiko was concerned, this wasn't going to be as interesting as what she had just seen. So she decided to see what else was going on.

Aiko heard moaning nearby. It reminded her about Katsu's proposition to Norman. The Japanese cuckold wanted to see his wife have sex with the big hairy foreigner. Although she was very shy about, his wife seemed to agree quite willingly.

Aiko saw that Norman and Kasumi were still fully clothed. Apparently, Norman had watched Emma's show as well. But now that the show involving his wife was over, Norman turned his attention fully to Kasumi, the Japanese man's wife. He embraced her and kissed her to test Katsu's reaction.

Kasumi didn't respond but Norman saw eagerness in the man's eyes. Katsu gestured to him to continue. He seemed impatient for Norman to get on with the seduction of his frailly built bride. It was a sure sign that Katsu wanted to realize his fantasy of playing the role of a cuckold.

Norman brought Kasumi into his arms in a seemingly tighter embrace. Although it looked like he was crushing her, Norman actually held onto her firmly but carefully. He kissed her. Again there was no reaction from Kasumi, leading Katsu to think his wife was reluctant to continue.

Katsu said something to her, apparently words of encouragement because Kasumi now returned Norman's kiss. Aiko thought it was a rather chaste kiss.

More words of encouragement to his wife came from Katsu. Aiko interpreted none of this into English because what Katsu was doing was rather obvious. Kasumi kissed Norman again, this time more actively. She looked at her husband as if seeking reassurance. What she saw in her husband's eyes were wonder, lust and eagerness.

Norman stroked her through her clothing. Kasumi did the same, this time without encouragement from her cuckold of a husband.

Aiko and Katsu became an audience of two. They ignored Yuudai, the lover he selected, and everyone else in the hall for that matter, in what was developing into a generalized orgy.

The two spectators watched as Norman slowly removed Kasumi's clothing. Each time he exposed a part of her body, he touched it, kissed it or both. When Each time he revealed a breast, he fondled her small but cute orbs. He suckled each in until both nipples became erect. He continued undressing her until she was completely naked.

Then Norman stopped. He quickly removed his own clothing. He and Kasumi resumed their stroking and kissing, this time unencumbered by civilized sartorial inconveniences.

Norman's kisses became progressively deeper. His hands travelled up and down Kasumi's thin and frail-looking body, taking ever more liberties with her in front of her husband. At first, Kasumi remained relatively passive, returning strokes and kisses with less frequency than Norman offered them. But as Norman continued his lovemaking, she became more and more responsive. Her strokes and kisses increased in boldness and ardour.

Suddenly, Kasumi thrust her tongue deep into Norman's mouth. She didn't even bother to look at Katsu, deciding that her husband had no intention to stop her from consummating her burgeoning relationship with this primeval-looking gaijin.

When Norman reached between her legs, he discovered she was already very wet. He caressed her labia, stuck his fingers into her love canal, and then slid his moistened fingers across the hardened nub of her clitoris. When he stuck his fingers into her love hole a second time, Kasumi gasped in obvious pleasure as her lover found her G-spot.

"Stroke my dick," he said in English while taking her hand and placing it on his cock.

Kasumi knew what he wanted even if she didn't understand what he said. Aiko just watched, saying nothing. Sex, after all, is a universal human language.

Kasumi stroked Norman's cock and massaged his balls with her tiny hands.

"That feels so good," he groaned in English.

Kasumi needed no interpretation.

Meanwhile Katsu watched in fascination as the big foreigner slowly but surely seduced his wife. In fact, he was stroking his own cock. His eyes were glued on his wife and her gaijin lover. He didn't even notice Aiko was sitting nearby. He made no move toward her. Fixated on Kasumi, and her foreign lover, he continued to urge them on in Japanese.

Norman didn't have to understand what Katsu was saying to realize that the cuckold husband wanted him to go all the way, to take his tiny wife, and pump her full of his foreign seed.

At no point did Aiko bother to interpret what either Norman or Katsu said to Kasumi. In fact, she was certain if she said anything at all, it would probably have broken the sexual magic of the moment for all three.

After more minutes of fondling and kissing Katsu's wife, Norman was satisfied she was more than wet and ready enough to receive him. He briefly disengaged from Kasumi. Rolling onto his back, Norman indicated to Kasumi that he wanted her to sit on top. Norman understood what Katsu wanted to see. He wanted his wife give herself over completely to a gaijin, a stranger, and he wanted to see every detail. So Norman made sure Katsu got the best possible view of seeing his wife being taken. He wanted him to witness alien juices shoot deep inside his beloved wife's slim Asian body.

Norman also had another motive. He wanted Kasumi on top to make her become the more active partner. In other words, he wanted to show Katsu that his darling wife was willingly to submit her body to the lusts of a stranger and to allow Norman to take his pleasure with her.

Norman waited as Kasumi lifted her leg over his body. But rather than facing him, she faced his feet and her voyeuristic husband. It gave Katsu an even better view of his wife's submission to the gaijin.

Katsu watched as Kasumi took hold of the hirsute white man's columnar stiffness and aligned it to her thinly haired Asian aperture. She placed the head of Norman's cock between the fleshy folds guarding her wet entrance. Making sure her husband was watching, she slowly slid down Norman's rigid manhood until its entire length was inside her.

"Oh," she sighed and then, finally breaking her silence, said something in Japanese that clearly expressed her lustful pleasure.

Katsu's eyes were wide-open, his mouth agape, in awe and lust. His fantasy had become a reality! He eagerly drank in every detail of the gaijin's penetration of his frail little wife. He watched as she moved herself up and down Norman's proud erection. He peered more closely, his face mere inches from where the two bodies united in sexual congress. He saw the folds of her labia hug the stranger's cock, seemingly disappearing from view as she travelled down his cock and seemingly re-appearing when she travelled up his cock. To Katsu, it seemed as if labia was actively massaging the foreigner's thick spear.

Sometimes, Kasumi dallied a few seconds with Norman's cock head barely inside her wet opening. Her double intent was obvious. She was teasing her foreign lover with her hot wet pussy while playing up to her husband's cuckold fantasy.

Katsu stared. He seemed mesmerized. Then, saying something to his wife in Japanese he urged her on.

Aiko finally broke her silence at. She believed what Katsu just said would send Norman into a frenzy. "He's telling you to make his wife pregnant," Aiko said quietly.

Kasumi took control. Faster and faster, she rode up and down Norman's cock. She bounced even faster up and down Norman's gaijin cock. She moaned. She grunted. She moaned. She wailed. As her passion grew, she evolved from quiet wallflower to a creaming banshee.

Like any other normal red-blooded man, Norman was not immune to the sensations induced by an eager, willing and very hot wife. It took Norman enormous will power to hold back as long as he did. He was almost certain he would erupt first.

Luckily the situation was so erotic to Kasumi that she was also very close to her climax. Her wet heat trickled down Norman's upright cock. She muttered something, which Norman took to mean she was approaching her peak. She orgasmed and yelled something in Japanese that Norman took to mean "I'm cumming!"

Almost immediately, Norman's fleshy stick of biological dynamite exploded, showering sparks of life into Kasumi craving body. His vigorous outpouring of potential baby makers induced a second orgasm in his now very eager lover.

As she came down from her orgasmic high, Kasumi flopped back onto Norman. She waited a few second for Norman's cock to deflate, then rolled off, landing on her back beside him. She showed her pussy to her husband so that he could see the gaijin's foreign seed dribble out of her freshly used love hole.

Panting heavily, Katsu approached his wife, cock in hand. He leaped on her. He wasted no time in stuffing his raging hard-on into his wife's soaking wet pussy. He pumped vigorously into her right away. Kasumi wrapped her arms around her husband and thrust her pelvis against him and returned thrust for thrust. She joyfully accepted her husband's outpouring of love and semen.

Aiko, meanwhile, watched all this with considerable interest. Inevitably, with sex going on the mats and everywhere else in the swingers' club, the atmosphere made her horny. She wanted sex too but, much to her chagrin, everyone else was busy, leaving her to her own devices.

Aiko remembered what Gerald had told her. Although Gerald seemed to assume that Norman would take care of Aiko's sexual needs while they were in Japan, he did say she could make her own decisions.

Once that thought crossed her mind, Aiko found herself wondering what Gerald would think and do in her situation, one where sexual activities were taking place in complete abandon, but she herself was the only one not participating for lack of a partner.

While there was no doubt she could have sex with Norman, or any other man in their swinging group or the Buffalo swinging group, what was she to do by herself in a swingers' club? Norman was pre-occupied. No one else had approached her (and she wasn't sure what she would have done if someone other than Norman had). She was both horny and frustrated. Aiko was not used to being the odd woman out.

Aiko took out her frustration on herself. She masturbated to relieve herself of her immediate sexual tension. It was for her one of the least satisfying ways of reaching an orgasm, but it was still better than nothing. And she was still not satisfied.

The three friends returned to their hotel room in the early morning hour. Both Norman and Emma were exhausted. They fell asleep immediately.

Aiko had a restless night. She thought of Gerald but he was practically on the other side of the world. She missed him. She could hardly wait to get home, but she still had another week to go. She masturbated again before finally falling asleep.

Coming in Chapter 19 Hot Springs: More than the springs are hot.