My wife was a divorcee when we started dating. The third offspring among two brothers and two sisters, she is of an exotic Asian origin, great legs, a fantastic smile, and repressed sexuality when I met her. Marriage to her former spouse had been a living nightmare. Jasmin had plenty of potential in to develop her personality, her career, and her sensuality, but the existence of a dominant husband who objected to the idea of a woman with an independent mind held her back. Till we met. And we got married five years thereafter. She was like a wild horse let loose. She told me all the fantasies she had, explained to me why she had boyfriends that she fucked while she was still married to her ex. That was the only way. In the community she lived in, the people formed a close-knit bond, and if her ex had discovered that she was having her fun outside, he would go to her mother, and this would be an indirect form of reprimand since it would cause embarrassment. So she had to be discreet almost every minute of her life.
When we got married, I was the first 'foreigner' to be welcomed into the family. Not too fond of me at first, my mother-in-law, Lyah, began accepting me as a son-in-law soon thereafter, and I became a regular visitor to her house. At her age, 55, she still had a figure that outshone her sisters, and many much younger women would be envious of her too. Lyah was the backbone of the family, running her own traditional bridal-makeover and wedding-organizing company. She wears the traditional Javanese long gown and a scarf that conceals her hair when she goes out, revealing little of her physique but leaving a lot to the imagination. But I knew more than most people, since as a frequent guest in her house, she wears lesser garments – a pair of loose fitting pants and a blouse. No hair-veil. And a full set of good healthy teeth.
No wonder her husband, my father-in-law Ran was rather possessive over her. He was about 60, but was still as strong as an ox, getting up at 5 each morning for work. The manual-labor job kept him as fit as his wife was. A good, quiet man, he enjoys conversations with me about politics and religion, often for the purpose of exchanging ideas and lending a liberal tone to the conservative concepts he said were man-made out of selfish attitudes and a sense of insecurity among many. While Lyah was fair-complexioned and more oriental-like, Ran was tanned, like a Mexican. Both husband and wife had experience-lines showing on their faces.
They found me intriguing, my liberal attitude towards life a contrast to theirs, especially Jasmin's siblings, who were prudes, conservative and insecure in nature. Notwithstanding their hold on traditional views and a narrow outlook in life, they suffered from marital estrangement with their respective spouses every now and then. They could not discipline their kids, among whom I was a hit with; the kids, Jasmin's nephews and nieces, found me a more credible source of authority, perhaps due to my culture and profession in the legal field. Naturally this irked my brothers and sisters-in-law, but they said little, since they required my assistance and counsel with regards to their marital disputes every now and then. They found my wife Jasmin a changed person, with a glow on her face as compared to her previous life with her ex. Jasmin became more successful in her career, a more happy person, and we were the only couple in the family now that was stable, apart from Lyah and Ran of course.
And I should have known why Jasmin's parents had a successful marriage for 41 years now. Little did I know how progressive a mentality they had. And the hyperactive sex life they still shared.
The family had a weekend holiday home across the border from where we live, that we would go to on weekends to unwind and to get groceries for much cheaper. It was a semi-detached two storey house with a lot of privacy in a serene neighbourhood. Jasmin's job called for her to work on weekends most of the time, so it would just be me, Lyah, and Ran that made the trip ménage-a-trois. And it was during such an occasion that it all started, a flash in the pan that turned into a regular affair.
The three of us were relaxing in the living room, with Lyah and Ran on the long couch and me facing them diagonally on a separate seat as we watched television and carried on an intermittent conversation. Ran had his shirt off and was wearing a bleached pair of jeans, and Lyah a sarong that showed off her time-moulded curves. He had a foot on her lap as she cut his nails for him, a regular gesture that I found to reflect the passion they still shared.
Then a sexily dressed character appeared in a scene of the movie we were watching, and Ran cat-whistled, mocking admiration for the woman, for which he received a pinch on his ribs that made him twitch in retreat as they both laughed.
"What if I admired a man? Would you be jealous?" Lyah teased Ran.
"Not in a million years! Go right ahead!" He said teasingly.
"Oh really! Well, then, don't blame me if I do fall for a westerner, they do have huge cocks you know!" She rebutted, revealing the popular view among Asians that all Caucasians had big dicks.
"Well then, don't look far. We have Jimmy here, he has western roots! And I am sure a big thing too!" He said, causing me a sudden feeling of awkwardness.
"I am sure he does! Just look at how happy Jasmin looks all the time these days." Lyah, to my astonishment at her sudden open-talk, compared to her usual conservative disposition in the presence of her other kids.
"But too bad he will find you too old, just too weak as compared to our daughter or any younger woman! Hahaha!" He continued to tease her.
"I doubt Jimmy is like that. If anything, I am sure he would date me anytime. He won't be like you, he won't find me too old. After all, look at my figure!"
"What do you say to that Jimmy?" Ran asked me.
I paused to think, not sure if it was appropriate to answer. Then I went with the flow. "First of all, I am sure you have a big thing too. Secondly, yes, Lyah, you're a knockout. I would date you. But I rather watch you two make love, I am sure I can learn a thing or two from you experienced people!"
They laughed.
Then Lyah said, "He's too shy to show off his cock in your presence Jimmy!"
"No I am not! Why would I? Jimmy has exactly what I have, ain't that right Jimmy boy!"
"You got that right old boy!" I laughed.
"Why don't we have a contest?" Lyah suggested.
"What contest?" Ran asked.
"Both of you, take your cocks out….let's see who has a bigger one."
"So what will the winner get?" Ran asked.
"What do you want?" Lyah asked.
"Let's make it fair. Regardless who has the bigger one, you'd have to strip for us. Just strip and continue sitting with us and watching TV. Ok?"
Lyah was a business woman, and not one to turn down a challenge that was harmless and fun. "You're on!" She said.
I watched as Ran lifted his hips, straightening his body and began unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans, and then pushing it down his thighs till he got his ankles out of them. He did not remove his brown underpants, but simply pushed it down to his hips, letting his flaccid cock and dangly balls swing out. Lyah observed her husband with a grin on her face.
"Come on Jimmy! Do your thing!" Ran urged me. I still had my shirt on, so I stood up and unbuttoned my shirt, threw it on the floor, then undid my trousers too, letting the garment fall to the floor. I stepped out of it and kicked it away. Then I sat down again and like Ran, I pushed the waist band of my underwear down to my hips. I held my piece, trying to conceal as much of it as possible, till Lyah leaned over with a kind smile and told me to remove my hand from my crotch. Ran's penis was long, slim and dark, the circumcised foreskin revealing a well-worn pale-brown cap. He looked at my dick, and smiled approvingly. He was stroking his, and gestured for me to stroke mine. Our sizes would be judged at full erection. However, unlike him, who was used to his wife's presence, I found it hard to get mine up in front of my dear mother-in-law. Noticing my problem, Ran told his wife, "Go on! Give him a hand! He's after all your son-in-law!" when he said this, my mind went back to the time when some Asian cultures practiced incest. Theirs, Ran's and Lyah's, was one of them. I had read a book on Anthropology, and could not help recalling the basic tenet of DNA concepts, that 'Good habits die hard'. But when these cultures practiced incest, it was not out of lust or perversion; rather, it was a lifestyle, a cultural necessity. My wife Jasmin had told me how her ex, while he was a dominant beast, had once suggested the two of them seducing one of her female cousins who was married. She said that she would have obliged had I been her husband, but not him, since in their relationship he allowed himself to cross boundaries, but prohibited her from doing so.
Lyah slid down the long couch from her husband's side, knee-walked to me, positioning herself between my knees, and lifted my flaccid cock in her warm experienced palm. She looked up at men, her smile showing lots of teeth which I found sexy, that trademark toothy grin.
"How often do you fuck Jasmin?" She asked.
At once I felt a twitch in my penis as it grew a little.
"Twice or three times a week."
"That's all?"
"Why…you fuck more?"
"I would if I were her."
I grew even more.
"She suck you like this?" She asked, pulling my shaft towards her mouth and taking my cock between her lips. Her tongue zeroing into my pee-hole in her mouth, then twirling in circles around the head. Ran was watching from his seat, and I could see the veins beneath the dark foreskin of his cock becoming more prominent as his cock hardened, it's blood-gorged cap glossy as his hand moved up and down. I felt guilty.
"I hope it's alright with you." I said looking at him.
"Jimmy, I love my wife. She loves me. But the reason we have been together in this marriage this long is due to one simple fact: 'Love and sex are too completely different things." Ran said, smiling.
Lyah had more of my cock in her mouth now, her sucking growing in intensity.
"That's what I told Jasmin!" I said to him, glad we shared the same opinion about sex and marriage.
Lyah suddenly released my cock from her mouth. "I know that." She said.
"How do you know what I told Jasmin?" I asked her, looking down between my knees into her eyes.
"She told me you told her. I may be old, but unlike my other children, Jasmin's brothers and sisters, I dare say I have a more modern outlook. Men were never created as a monogamous specie."
From behind her a few feet away, Ran teased, "And what about women?"
Lyah did not bother to turn to look at him, she simply said, "Look at what I am doing now, you tell me!" She said and back my cock went into her warm wet mouth and she gave my shaft a playful bite as she resumed sucking with glee showing in her articulate face. I enjoyed how her other hand that was not holding my shaft was discreetly and expertly manipulating my testicles.
Then my cock popped out of her mouth and she said we were ready to compare our tools. Before she got up, she whispered to me with a wicked grin, "I can tell you that you have a damn good chance!" And she returned to the long couch, asking Ran if he needed help too, but he shook his head. "come over here Jimmy." Lyah invited.
I stood up, walked over to where they were seated. Lyah guided me so that I had to place my legs astride my father-in-law's thighs, bringing my knees to rest on the edge of the couch, thereby lowering my hips till my cock and his were almost in contact. I could not help but feel a sensation up my spine, an excitement at bringing my own manhood next to another man's. Lyah moved closer against her husband, then began examining our cocks, touching, holding, manipulating every part. Being in the bridal-wear business she had easy access to a fabric-type measuring tape which she used to measure us both. Ran's was around 7 ¾ inches in length, and mine almost 9, with more girth than his. I beat him by almost 1 ¼ inches. But for an Asian, he was above average. I was glad he wasn't intimidated; instead, he seemed excited at the prospects of what was happening. Lyah laughed, saying I had won. But before I could move away, she stopped me, and took hold of both our cocks in her hands and began sucking mine, then his. Her body was twisted in an awkward position, leaning on her side facing away from Ran, so I knew she could not last long that way. When she alternated sucking us, I shuddered at the thought that my own cock was coated with a mixture of saliva and pre-cum from my father-in-law's. Lyah's sucking intensified, and she wanted our cocks together, so she pulled my flesh against his, playfully rubbing my cock-head against his. I knew what my mother-in-law wanted. So I withdrew momentarily, knelt on a large floor cushion to elevate me a bit, and lifted my father-in-law's legs by their knees as if I was about to sodomize him. Then I rested my balls against his, my dick coming up along his; My mother-in-law smiled, knowing I as doing what she had in mind. Then I released his legs so that his knees fell to the sides of my hips. Grabbing both our cocks together and squeezing them hard against one another, she brought her mouth down and slowly tried engulfing both heads at the same time, her mouth drooling with saliva and her tongue lashing out all over our raw and blunt cock-tips and in between. Both Ran and me held her head, pushing her down to force our cocks into her mouth, and she had this focused determined look with 'Ummph! Ummph!' sounds emerging from her throat, as she tried to suck two cocks at one go. Ran was reaching out sideways and slapping Lyah's ass encouragingly. I reached into her blouse and moved my hand into her bra to squeeze her tits.
"Can we do this upstairs in the bedroom? Ran said impatiently.
With a dissatisfied look on her face, Lyah withdrew herself from us, got up and waited for us to follow. We made our way up the stairs, turned right into the master bedroom, leaving the door wide ajar since there was nobody else around. She removed her sarong and blouse, leaving just her bra and pastel blue undies on, and plunged herself down on the bed. I stood at the edge and gestured for her to allow me to remove her panties. She straightened her legs out towards me and I reached down to her waist, dug my fingers into the waist band and pulled her panties off. I spread the fabric out over my fingers and brought it up to my nostrils, breathing in deeply with a happy sigh. Then I was surprised as Ran took my cock in his palm to look at my organ, saying it was indeed large and good. He then went on to feel my balls, his rough hand manipulating them with intrigue. saying they must contain gallons of semen which would flood a woman's womb. I was apprehensive at first, but realized he was simply appreciating another man's tool, so I dismissed any suspicion of his being bisexual. I continued to kiss and taste my mother-in-law's panties, searching for discharge-stains, found some that were faint, and ran my tongue into them.
"Nice?" Lyah asked, leaning back on her elbows with her toothy grin and looking up at me, her legs parted to reveal what I wanted, wild patch of scarce pubic hair concealing well-seasoned cunt lips.
"You taste so good." I replied.
"Let's get on the bed so she can suck us both again." Ran said.
I helped him position himself such that we lied down with our heads at opposite ends of the bed's length, or legs intertwined so that our butts and balls came up against one another while our cocks ran parallel upwards. I was aroused by his balls pressing against mine, and was grateful that he too did not mind coming into physical contact that way to achieve our aim – to fuck Lyah simultaneously. The end justifies the means, and we were letting ourselves enhance the pleasure of the other while my mother-in-law went to work. This time, in a more comfortable position, Lyah crouched over us and began sucking us both with a finesse I had seldom experienced in a younger woman. She did so with such expertise that only a woman of such seniority and regular experience as her would know how to suck with such passion and sincere appreciation for each sexual act or position, and the significance of each part. Each touch, no matter how slight, each brush of the hand or forehand, or each time wherever she rested her palm, was done with precision to arouse, via silent encouragement, acceptance, and surrender of her soul. I call it the marriage of the souls. Only with such a woman could you achieve the merging of three souls into one. No holds barred. It was beautiful, a priceless gift innate in us all only to be realized and materialized. All limitations, boundaries, and taboo in life are self-imposed superficial rules to satisfy some hidden agenda. These people here with me were free, and they made me feel free.
Her head bobbed down on our cocks. I could feel each time Ran's organ twitched, or each time he squirmed, and I knew he could feel mine too. She sucked us both at the same time, then one at a time. When Ran felt me twitch while his wife worked on the underside of my shaft, he knew it felt good to me, and he made encouraging comments to her to intensify what she was doing.
"That's it", he said, "give him more of that!"
"Mmm…mmm….mmm….mmm…"! sounds she emitted each time she plunged her mouth down on one or both cocks.
I would jerk my hip upwards to stab my cock deeper to the back of the throat, and she'd meet each thrust fervently.
"Jimmy?" My father-in-law called, as we let Lyah continue her sucking. To her sucking a cock was just as satisfying as being licked. She would later tell me that in her culture, it was a rewarding and blessed thing to suck a husband's cock; in fact, there was an unwritten allegiance women in her culture had towards members of the same culture in submitting themselves sexually and giving preference to, even when a woman was married to an 'outsider'. But this was a tradition no longer practised, but I now enjoyed it's privileges since I was family.
"Yes?" I answered to my father-in-law's calling.
"Does my daughter Jasmin suck as good?"
"Why don't you find out?" I asked, Lyah turning her head to look at me and smile, my cock stretching the corner of her lips.
"You don't mind?" Ran asked.
"Course not. I owe you one too, and I love this."
"Nobody know this, but in our younger days, just before marriage, a friend of mine and I took your mother-in-law to a secluded spot on the beach one day and we fucked her brains out!" Ran revealed. I could feel this spurred my mother-in-law on even more.
"You're kidding!"
"Not at all! He was my good friend, and I was dating her. I realized after seeing how good she was that I had to take her as my wife!" Ran laughed.
It was time to move on. Lyah got up, positioned herself astride us, and lowered herself till her gaping cunt hovered above our moist dicks. We steadied our shafts with our hands, ensuring we were tightly pressed against one another, and slowly took our time in getting us both into my mother-in-law simultaneously. Little by little we entered her, first him, then me, then him again. As we moved in, she got wet, and the lubricated passageway made it easier to skew her. I was disappointed not to face her back, cause I wanted to poke a finger into her ass for a taste.
Then she began bouncing up and down, carefully at first so neither of us would be squeezed out. We stretched her cunt to the limit, and it could rip her; but the experienced woman that she was, showed no fear nor retreat. Any pain would be welcomed. The sight of her cunt was itself such a turn on, it was one of the most beautiful sights in the world. I massaged her twat, my thumb lifting and pressing her clit. I sensed Ran working his finger into her rectum. It got really crowded in there. Her thighs were wide apart to the maximum. She began bouncing harder. We started to fuck her simultaneously, gaining momentum, and a rhythm. Her juices flowed down between our balls. It was all squashy now. I tugged at her fur. She took her bra off, revealing sagged but lovable breasts. I wanted to kiss them, so she stopped bouncing and lowered her nipples to my face. I sucked one, then the other, as I felt Ran's finger vigorously stabbing into her anus as she bent in that position. Then I kissed her, and I knew she had never kissed that way or enjoyed a kiss like that before. She sucked on my tongue. My hands worked her tits as we kissed. She breathe into my mouth, her laughter as we kissed showing how she was grateful for this, and it aroused me.
"When you come, don't waste it, come into me., ok?" she said, looking into my eyes.
"That's what Jasmin always says." I said.
"I know, I taught her that. No matter who's semen it is, never to waste it. Not a single drop." She uttered, and I wanted to erupt in her that instant, but held back.
She resumed her upright position and bounced up and down again.
"Time to change positions!" I remarked.
"Any suggestions?" Lyah asked.
"You two object to anal?" I asked, careful not to go into a prohibited zone since the religion they professed to forbade anal intercourse, at least theoretically. But nobody could enforce this law in the confines of a bedroom.
"Well, we don't." Ran replied.
"Then stay as you are mother-in-law, I will remain in your pussy; Ran, get behind her and screw her ass!"
"My pleasure!" said Ran.
Lyah lowered her breasts to my chest, preparing an opening for her husband to take her into the forbidden zone. I could tell from the way he eased his way into her that he sodomized her all the time! She was no newcomer to receiving it up the ass. Neither was my wife Jasmin. Soon I felt his cock sliding in and out of her shit hole, separated from my cock by the flimsy wall that partition between her cunt and rectum. We alternated our thrusts, I'd slide out as he went in, and I went in as he slid out. Only this time it all got heavier, we began ramming into her. Making her tits jump. She did not flinch, and a determined fervid look on her face. Catching her by the hair, Ran tugged her head backward, stretching her neck, as he pumped his way into her with no mercy. I placed my hands round her neck, feeling the texture of the stretched skin. I gently squeezed, my thumb digging in. Then I released, as Ran signalled for me to switch positions with him.
"Good job!" He remarked as I got up to take his place. I brushed my hand through my mother-in-law's fur to feel the sweat that had accumulated, getting a satisfied smile in return. I let Ran enter her first. Then when she bent forward, I pryed her cheeks apart and positioned the tip of my penis at the entrance of her shit-canal. This time, when I pushed, she squirmed, a slight wincing. I pushed again, she winced more. Ran gestured for me to go all the way. Don't hold back, he told me. So I pushed more, forcing my way in. But she cried out in pain.
"Do you want it in or not!" Ran asked his wife sternly.
"I do! But it's big! Do it at one go! Ram it in! The pain will be just one single effect! Not bit by bit!" Lyah pleaded.
That was my mother-in-law. She exercised that philosophy in almost everything she did. "Always do it once and for all! Quit smoking the cold turkey way! Don't agonize! Don't hesitate! Just do it!" She's counsel.
Without further notice, I readied my hips, then thrust forward and slammed my cock home, all the way inside her. Her body squirmed as she shrieked in pain. I held her by the hair and began pumping into her rectum to get it stretched fast and quick so the pain would subside just as quick. I rammed my rod in and out, in and out. I felt liquid trickling round my shaft. She was bleeding. I offered to stop. No, she said, don't. I reached under her and grabbed both her breasts roughly in my hands, squeezing them hard and pulling at them as my cock struck home.
She must have climaxed a zillion times, I knew cause I never felt and seen so much wetness soak me or a woman before. So it finally was our turn to give her our contribution. For this there was a special arrangement. It would be carried out in a sacred manner. Ran and me withdrew from her. Ran sat against the head-board of the bed and let her nestle her head down on his lap, wiping the sweat off her brows. I mounted her and plunge my cock into her soggy cunt and began humping into her violently. Our mouths locked in a continuous relentless kiss. I felt my jism boiling, and knew it was time.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Yesss! Remember! Give me all you've got!" she mumbled, panting away.
I stopped humping momentarily to drag her by the hips off Ran's lap.
"What are you doing!" He asked, puzzled.
"This is between me and her! Not you!" I warned, bringing a smile to his face because he knew now I understood the sanctity of two people sharing their moment of unification during climax. It was in innate animalistic instinct, my mother-in-law had brought out the natural in me.
We moved towards the middle portion of the bed, and I pushed her knees back over her shoulders, and jammed into her very hard with increasing impact. And I was there. Pressing myself deep inside her, I stopped pumping, and just erupted load after load of semen into her, against her cervix, and she shuddered, a peaceful look of bliss and satisfaction on her face. I pumped a bit more to extract every drop. Her hands pulled at my waist, urging maximum contact and connectedness. And I collapsed on her. My mouth in the crook of her neck, inhaling her smell, tasting her salty sweat. She whispered into my ears, that it was wonderful, an unprecedented bliss, that she loved me. It was all nice, all good, and welcomed my in her.
I felt my father-in-law's rough hand shoving me off his wife, a playful mocking smile on his face.
"My turn!" He said.
I rolled off my mother-in-law, as she gave me a slightly sad parting look, while her husband boarded her. I admired her tenacity. Her legs readily lifted, wide apart, to accommodate him
"Ready?" He asked, looking down at her.
"All the time." She answered.
He plunged into her, and began pumping. She turned to face me, her eyes staring into mine, and I knew she wanted it to be me again. She pretended it was me. Bit it was no different. We were just different bodies fucking her, our souls from the same source, and we were therefore the same. She recomposed herself, looked up at him, and pulled his face down to hers. I couldn't believe it, I was developing a second hard-on so soon. She saw it, her eyes expressing surprise. She pointed to her face, suggesting a facial. I rose from my position, and moved beside her head, on my knees, and began stroking my hardening cock. Looking up at me, my father-in-law simply smiled. Lyah reached a hand beneath me to caress my balls. She told us to come together. So we did. I had to gather momentum, so I stroked myself harder, faster. And then I pointed the tip of my cock close to her face, she opened her mouth, and I released jets of hot cum into her mouth, Ran coming deep in her at the same time too. She swallowed my cum, and the stray shots that went into the corner of her eye and her cheeks and nostril, she scooped with a finger to put into her mouth. Then Ran kissed her, and he tasted my cum as well. When I knew he was totally spent, I pushed him off her and placed myself between her thighs, where I buried my face in her snatch to eat her soggy pussy. I rubbed my nose and mouth down her crack, and pushed my lips between her cunt lips. I tasted my father-in-law in her too. A mixture of sweat, semen and juice that had become a potion, a sex potion. The smell tantalized. Then I sucked on her clit, lifting the button with my thumb. I grew again. This time, my father-in-law was too exhausted to move. So I brought her on all fours, and positioned her dripping pussy directly over his face. And I entered her from behind. I wanted him to take a good look at how my cock was violating his wife. I pushed her head down to his crotch, urging her to suck him.
My wife, father-in-law and mother-in-law welcome like minded people who would like to get in touch. We began swinging not long ago and have met like minded people who share the same tastes as we do from USA & Europe. The next morning Ran, Lyah and I sat around the dining table having breakfast, wearing just our under-garments. I was taken aback by what Lyah was telling me.
"Simply put, Lyah, you are asking me to seduce your eldest daughter, my sister-in-law and my wife's older sister Mastura." I iterated what she had said, glancing at my father-in-law Ran as confirmation.
"Yes Jimmy. This house is a blessing, here, away from the scrutiny of family and friends back on the other side of the border." She said.
I paused, thinking.
"You know Jimmy, despite what you may think, not all of us in my culture are conservative or fanatical about our religion. Many of the repressive practices that are attributed to our culture or religion were the inventions of insecure and tyrannical leaders or religious teachers. Yes, to be among the entire community we have to go with the flow, act conservative, wear my head scarf, etc. But my true feelings changed a long time ago, when with your sister-in-law Mas, we met this expatriate couple." Lyah explained.
I was transfixed on the revelations. She continued.
"But we have since started to believe in the concept of 'keeping it in the family'", she smiled. "We may all look alike outside, but we're different inside; that goes for any culture. Look at the Chinese, they dominate and monopolize societies where they hold a vast majority in, discriminating against minorities. Foreign companies in South East Asia who leave the management of those companies in the hands of the local Chinese have no idea how they're being manipulated, and some companies are run to the ground in time. While the Chinese majority practise discrimination, the other half of their population are asking for equal rights in England and America, fighting against discrimination themselves, like us here. Isn't it a contradiction?"
"Yes, it is, you're right. But what about the expatriate couple you and Mas met?" I asked impatiently. "Well, we were conservative too, once upon a time. Do you recall when you first came to the family that Mas and me used to work as maids for a few hours each weekend for a French pilot?"
"Yes, I do."
"We were introduced to group sex by him and his wife. John and Janet also told us that incest was alright, that we were all consensual adults. So we began having sex with him and Janet. It was exhilarating!"
"You and Mas too?"
"Yes. Ran did not know it initially, but later we told him. We'd remain behind a few hours after finishing our chores, and we'd all go to his room and fuck. Even if Janet wasn't around, she wanted us to take care of John. And we learned a lot. Westerners are not as judgemental as our community can be, and they don not gossip like we do. Our people are backward in many respects, which explains their inquisitive attitude. But as I said, many of us are different too."
"I agree. But with regards to Mas, how do I know she'll concede to my advancements? I could get into hot soup with this." I told Lyah.
"I know my daughter Jimmy. She may obkect and oppose what you're doing, but she'll relent. That woman loves sex. Remember, I have seen her with John, Janet, and of course me."
I looked at Ran and asked. "You fuck her before too?"
"No, cause when we wanted to lure her into bed with us for a threesome, her husband had been released from prison and she was going through a lot. I do not want to capitalize on anything when she's vulnerable." Ran said.
"So Jimmy, will you do it? Now that she's going through a bad time with her husband, I don't want her jumping from the frying pan into the fire by dating someone new who could be worse than her current husband. You're our first and only son-in-law we have been this close with, and we like you. I don't even mind if Mas falls in love with you." Lyah persisted.
"What about my wife Jasmin?" I asked.
"She's my daughter too. I'll explain it to her if she finds out. I want her to know our plans for this family."
"Alright, tell me what am I supposed to do." I relented. Happily.
Mas arrived at the house in the afternoon around 5pm. She was exhausted and wanted to take a nap. I did my best to be warm with her by making a cup of tea for her, which I knew surprised her. I usually kept aloof when there was no particular reason to communicate. So as not to arouse suspicion, we were fully clothed even though we wanted to be half-naked as we were before my sister-in-law arrived. Mas wore a skirt with a slit that run up the front, and a cap-sleeved tee-shirt that hugged her size 38 tits tightly. Her hair was bunned and pinned at the back to expose her nape. She told her parents to wake her up in time for dinner, and retired upstairs to the master-bedroom. What she did not know was that I had put 4 capsules of 'Anarex' - a muscle relaxant containing a painkiller and Orphenidrine Citrate.
For those of you who had taken this medication, you will know that it's prescribed for severe muscle pains and spasms, and you will also know that it works better than your usual sleeping pill. You go into deep sleep with your muscles at a relaxed state, and even when waking up, it takes a few hours for your muscles to function fully.
Downstairs, the three of us were excited about the prospects of the day. Of course, why the need to drug Mas when Lyah had said she would eventually relent? Well, we wanted to have some fun, have our way with her before I took her again in her natural conscious state. Using her in a drugged-state was just dessert.
Lyah was in the kitchen preparing her own mug of tea. She summoned me in the kitchen and said she wanted some condensed milk. So I looked in the fridge for the milk, but she stopped me.
"I was referring to your cum."
"In your tea?" I asked, surprised.
"Why not? We all have our quirks and fetishes, don't we?"
I called Ran, and he joined me in the kitchen. We both pushed our Bermudas down to our knees and retrieved our dicks, standing opposite one another as if in a western gun-duel.
"Come on Lyah", I said, "you know I get my best hard on when I can see your bush. So let's have it love."
She let her sarong fall to her ankles, revealing her translucent white panties and the dark patch beneath it. Wild strands of pubic hair were peeping out through the sides. I slipped my hand down between her thighs so that I could move my middle finger into the crutch of her undies, trying to feel the weather there. She was wet. Anyway, she observed me and Ran as we both began stroking our dicks with vigour. She held her mug of tea in between us when we were about to come, and we had to uncomfortably aim our urethras towards the mug to give Lyah a full complete load. Unfortunately, it wasn't that simple. Stray jets of cum landed on Ran's crotch and his on mine. Lyah laughed at this, and she loved it. But we managed to get most of what we dispensed into her mug. She stirred her mug happily and went on to the living room to enjoy her 'milk-tea'. We pulled up our Bermudas and joined her in the living room.
It was about 7pm when I made my way up to Mas' room. It had been almost two hours since she slept, and we knew by now that she would be in deep sleep. I opened the door, without any necessity of being especially silent since she was knocked out. I entered the room. Her body was positioned in the middle of the king-sized bed, and her skirt had creased up her milky fair thighs. God, they were lovely, I told myself. Nothing like the seasoned thighs of a married woman, sufficiently fleshy and inviting. The popular belief that a model's skinny torso is the desired body-type for most men is bunkum. You don't want to ram down on a pile of bones, it hurts your pelvis; there are hardly any tits to hold on to, and if you sodomize a model you might as well screw a large keyhole.
Her pink lips were slightly parted, and she was breathing heavily, the sign of deep sleep. I mounted the bed, moving in beside her. She did not even stir. I looked at her shapely breasts, and kissed their peaks. I placed a hand on her warm thighs, slightly damp due to perspiration. I lowered my face to the crook of her neck, to take in her smell, and found it nice. I had always felt that you could tell by a woman's smell if she was compatible with you or not. All those women I never cared about or found I did not want to see them again after an initial meeting had lousy body odour. Not that they smelled bad, but you just know their smell does not sit right with you. God is a genius I say. Indeed we men are proudly dogs and we can sniff the lousy women a mile away.
I moved my hand up her thighs to her crotch. It felt hard. Not the usual cushy texture you get from caressing a woman's mound. I pulled her skirt up. I looked at the panties she was wearing, a black-laced pair that allowed her cunt to breathe. But her pussy was not breathing then cause she was having her period and was using a sanitary pad. Some men might at this point think that I was disappointed. Some men would retreat. Not me. If it comes to a woman I am attracted to, period or no period, I will make love to her. A woman once told me that when a man did it to her during her period, she felt touched, cause he was willing to soil himself unselfishly. And it's true, even husbands avoid making love to their wives during their period. It's one of the most personal things you can ever do with a woman, and you will share a connection with her that even her husband lacks if she is married.
I kneeled between her legs and dug my fingers into her waistband, and pulled her panties down. Her limbs were lifeless, so it was easy. I looked at her honey-pot. It gave me a hard on instantly. It's amazing how every woman has the same thing with limited room for creative design, yet one pussy will appeal to you in a different way from another. I have always applied myself along the lines of two wisdom-quotes: The first, 'Women, like wine, taste better with age.' The second, 'Women, the ultimate evidence that God exists.' So before me, between the forbidden thighs of my dear sister-in-law, I saw a masterpiece. Without wasting another minute, I denuded myself, mounted her, and rammed my long hard prick into her. Well, that wasn't enough, so I withdrew myself, noticing that my cock had crimson stains on it; then I elevated her hips on two pillows, and this time I rammed into her so hard, the impact made her tits quiver and she stirred. I bent her legs back so that her calves rested on my shoulders and continued pounding into her. She felt so hot inside, and I felt her blood soaking my rod. She stirred again. A soft whimper emitted from her lips. Her eyes remained shut. She was too weak to move. I gave it to her so hard my pelvis ached. My balls smacked into her buns with each thrust. I could feel her cervix meeting my glans when I was at maximum depth within her.
The door opened and Lyah and Ran walked in. They were smiling away and Lyah mounted the bed, where she reached down to pull Mas' tee-shirt up above her bra-concealed tits. Then she and her husband denuded themselves. Again, the sight of my mother-in-law's gorgeous cunt aroused me even more. She straddled her daughter's breasts facing me so that I had direct sight of her bush. I ceased my thrusting and lowered my face to taste her.
"She's got her period?" Lyah asked, noticing the stained sanitary-pad and Mas' panties on the floor beside the bed.
"Yes." I said.
She seemed proud and impressed that I had taken her daughter in that condition anyway. She looked at Ran and smiled.
Ran", I called to him, "take over please, I want your wife."
So we switched. Lyah quickly obliged me and lied back on the bed beside Mas, her legs apart and ready for my continuing onslaught. Ran took my place between his daughter's legs and entered her. The bed was shaking by now, two men pounding away at two women mercilessly on it. Lyah's hands played with my nipples, pinching them encouragingly. With her experience, Lyah was not one to moan much; she just encouraged you and spoke dirty.
"Take me son-in-law! Fuck me...that's it...yesss...right there...harder!" She would say.
I lowered my face down to hers to kiss her, sticking my tongue out like a mini-cock that invited her to suck on.
"Do you feel my cervix?" she asked.
"Yeah...I do love!" I responded.
"You like putting my daughter's blood in me?"
"I like putting any woman's blood in you!" I replied breathless.
"That's it...maintain that angle...you are hitting it right...yeah...I can feel it in my stomach...don't stop!"
I lifted her body and flung her on top of Mas so that their torsos formed a cross with Lyah's back resting on Mas' tits. Ran met her presence with a deep kiss, welcoming her on their daughter's helpless body . He now worked on his wife's tits as I continued assaulting the older woman's twat. She told her husband to come inside Mas, and after several more thrusts, his body quivered as he filled his daughter's cunt with load after load of hot spunk. Then he quickly got off her and said it was my turn, so I withdrew from my mother-in-law to re-take her daughter. Her cunt was a sloppy mess by now, with blood and cum mixed, and I rammed into her again. Ram and Lyah stood on each side of Mas, who was gaining consciousness now, and each held on to her leg, stretching her to the maximum for me.
And I was there. I felt the usual ache in my balls whenever I hit an ultimate high in sexual ecstasy, the pressure in my testes forcing all my semen to erupt into her. Mas' eyes were opened, and she glared at me, as if trying to ask me what I was doing and why. But it was pointless. With the painkiller, you could be awake, but you'd be helpless. I knew with the pounding she received, we might have bruised or even tore her vulva a little. And I knew she would be feeling discomfort without the ability to complain. But that's what sex is all about, giving, receiving, unselfishly; sacrificing oneself to allow another to experience a transcendent state of consciousness. And in that giving, we give to ourselves too. By giving we receive, by taking we give too. My entire experience with my auntie, now my in-laws too, gave me an unprecedented spiritual insight into my soul.
I collapsed onto Mas' and stuffed my tongue into her mouth to taste her. Lyah was on her knees, her head bobbing up and down her husband's dick as she cleaned him with her mouth while he stood, hands on his hips, at the side of the bed. So far this weekend was superb. More was yet to come.
A look of despair came across Mas' face. In just one evening she had been sexually violated by both her father and brother-in-law, and to some extent by her mommy dearest whom she had always been very close to. She was aware of her sexuality, and she had gone beyond boundaries that others feared to tread into. The seed of two men were simultaneously inside her. Sex had always made her feel nourished. But this was not what she expected, and she was confused. What had just taken place, in the presence of and obviously condoned by her parents, was something beyond her wildest fantasies. She hurt a lot, she felt the wound smarting. But sexual pain somehow transformed into a unique feeling of pleasure. She had fantasized of being taken against her will lots of times, and had even told her mother during their bisexual experiences. And her mother must have told jimmy, her brother-in-law.
The thought of her sister Jasmin, Jimmy's wife, came to her mind. She had taken possession of jimmy without her consent, so what should she do now? His seed was planted in her; he had fucked her in her blood, which Ishmael, her husband, never did, ever. To her husband that was taboo. Now she and Jimmy had an inevitable bond that was permanent.
End of Part 2 - Mas has since reconciled with her husband. However, we both discreetly connect when meeting swingers - couples or single women only - from all over when they visit out city. We welcome enquiries from any couple or single women who want to connect while on vacation here.