The Pat Wong Diaries Ch. 22

Paul never mentioned me directly in his kinky discussions and presentations to Harry, but the implications were clear. Paul was offering Harry a quid-pro-quo, where he would give Harry free access to Carol in exchange for his access to me. The men he allowed to sleep with his wife all had a similar deal with him, Paul explained, and so far, it had worked out marvelously.

"The secret," Paul went on, "was to make sure that you and your wife and everyone involved is completely in the know: no secrets, no betrayals. Just boil it down to simple, innocent sex and no more."

Harry listened intently. He had been visiting Paul every evening now, spending an hour or so with him before dinner. He viewed his interactions with Paul as an education of sorts on a whole new fascinating universe of kink he hadn't suspected existed in the peaceful, wholesome world of suburbia. He took notes and paid attention, asking probing questions and nodding as Paul spoke.

"You couldn't do this if you were a young couple. Not mature enough," Paul explained. "You have to have been married at least ten years, and even then, you have to have matured enough to be able to understand fully that marriage is about love and commitment, not about sex, and that sex is a separate parallel world of animal impulses. If you and your wife can separate the two in your mind, then you can engage in what we are doing. Before that, it's dangerous."

It didn't occur to Harry that Paul was selling him on a concept until I pointed it out to him.

"He wants us to join his clan," I explained to Harry, who was going over his notes as we sat to drink Jasmine tea after dinner.

Harry raised his eyebrows and took off his thick glasses. I had genuinely caught him by surprise, it seemed.

"Hmmm.... You are right," he said. "He is pitching me."

"Has he offered you directly to sleep with Carol?"

"No! I would have told you." Harry's energetic denial meant that he had at least thought about it.

"Would you say yes -- if he had?" I asked.

"No, I would not. I would first talk to you about it." Harry was sitting back, looking a little afraid.

I nodded and looked him in the eyes.

"He has shown me tapes of him and Carol making love. And also tapes of the other men screwing her in their bedroom."

"Did he show you tapes of him with the women of the husbands?" I asked.

"No, he has not."

"I need you to watch those tapes and to study them carefully. And I need you to imagine me in one of those tapes so that you can get a sense of how you would feel, watching Paul penetrate me."

Harry nodded and hunched back on his notebook and started taking notes.

The next evening, before leaving for Paul's, I reminded Harry of his task, but he clearly didn't need the reminder. He nodded and smiled. "I will find out," he said, waving his hand as he crossed the street to Paul's house.

Paul indeed had a stack of such tapes, all cataloged and dated. Dozens of tapes, each four to six hours long. His monster cock was as shocking to watch on tape as it was in our low resolution camera, and his animal stamina was unmistakable. We had not witnessed a fluke but something he did at will. He was able to ejaculate two or three times within a half hour of sex, each ejaculation a respectable eruption in its own right. The husbands, who were all present in these shootings alongside Carol (most of the time, the husbands did the shooting themselves), never failed to grunt in astonishment and approval at the eruptions. Carol always clapped and said, "Yaay!"

"He is even more impressive than Peter North," Harry observed to me, "his cock is bigger and he comes a lot more than Peter." (Peter North was Harry's favorite male porn star and he had a large collection of Peter North DVDs that focused on the porno star's legendary ejaculations.)

It had all started because of that cock, Paul explained to Harry as they sat to watch the first tape of Paul screwing Stew's wife. They both had a Tequila in their hand and were sipping comfortably in Paul's basement.

"I must confess," Harry put in simply, "you do have a very large penis!"

"Yup. I used to date Stew's wife, Marianne, back in high school, before any of us had gotten married, and she loved my large cock. Our personalities never really clicked, but the sex was good. And since you can't build a marriage on sex alone, we had to break up. But she never forgot my cock. After we got married, our two families used to rent a beach house together for a week in the Carolinas and we used to go there every year. One year, on a fine morning, as the four of us were drinking our coffee on a gorgeous quiet blue day, chatting softly, Stew and Marianne started kissing each other, and Carol and I started kissing on our end, and before you knew it, we were in full-fuck mode, they on their bed and we on our bed, screwing and watching each other screw. Marianne's eyes flashed as she watched my old familiar big cock in action, and Stew was really surprised and intimidated by the size. But it was a lot of fun. Then, a few days later, we did it again, this time doing it on the same bed, our bodies touching. Then it was touching intentionally, then it was kissing and sucking, and by the end of the week, we were fully swapping and having a ball at it."

Harry was taking notes furiously, notes he used to great effect later on when he told me in minute details everything he had been told and had witnessed.

"This video here," Paul explained as he sat down on his Lazyboy, pointing to the TV, is where Marianne and I did some nasty things while Carol and Stew sat quietly and watched with their clothes on."

He fell silent as the images flickered on.

"We brought two chairs from the office and positioned them on each side of the bed," he picked up again after taking a sip of his liquor, "that way Stew and Carol could watch from up close."

The camera showed a plump brunette woman with heavy mascara and short hair, jiggling her large firm boobs and slapping her buttocks gently. She was wagging her tongue left and right and looking straight at the camera.

Paul then came into the shot, his penis half erect, but still impressive. Marianne jumped on the bed, licked her hand and then rubbed her dark hairy pussy with it. She opened her mouth wide and flashed her healthy white teeth like an animal.

"Look how big it is, Stew," she said looking at her husband. "How much bigger than your little pee-pee!" Stew watched in silence.

"Wow this is a cock worthy of its name," she added, grinning widely, and then she flashed an intense glare at Carol -- a glare that said, "if this were not a civilized world, I would fight you and kill you so that I can have this cock for myself."

"You know what was turning me on at this moment, Harry? It was the silence and the dignity of Stew and Carol. I remember looking at Carol and smiling softly at her, and she smiled back, as though to reassure me that all was well and that she approved.

"You alright there buddy?" Paul's voice came from the video. Stew nodded and gave a limp, "Yup!" Then he added, "you go ahead and do what you have to do."

Marianne was wild and uninhibited. She bit Paul's nipples and sucked Paul's balls and seemed disoriented about what to do next. She wanted to do many things at once, her eyes fixed on Paul's cock with a pleading, thankful expression on her face. Carol whispered to her, counseling her to slow down and take her time. Marianne frowned and bent down and licked Paul's asshole then his sweaty ass. Then every once in a while she would turn back and curse and spit at Stew and Carol, taunting them as Paul penetrated her doggy style, his enormous cock sliding in and out with remarkable ease.

"Your husband is fucking me, Carol, his huge dick is in my pussy," she hissed at her, "and you are sitting there, just watching? What's the matter with you? I love your cock, Paul," she whispered to Paul and leaned back and extended her tongue. Then she turned to Stew and sneered at him: "You are half the man that he is. Look at how a real man does it -- look at how his cock fills me!"

"I remember looking at Stew here and I remember seeing his face turn red," Paul said. "But he was not angry or embarrassed. He had taken his cock out and was masturbating."

"Excuse me, Carol," Stew said in the video, leaning towards Carol, "but I really have to do this," pointing to his cock. Carol smiled and said, "You go ahead, dear, don't mind me."

"You know," said Paul, "I didn't dare to come until Marianne started asking me to come on her face. I didn't want to chance having to deal with her wrath by coming too soon."

Paul's ejaculation was strong and lasted a full thirty seconds. Marianne yelled and scooped off the semen off her face and smeared it sloppily on her pussy and asshole. Knowing that Paul could continue screwing her immediately after ejaculating, she pointed to her ass and ordered him to penetrate her again. Paul didn't hesitate. The look on his face was one of intense concentration. He went on for another five minutes to the sounds of her ungodly curses and screams. Then he came again, but this time Marianne directed him to ejaculate inside of her mouth. She swallowed without breathing.

"And throughout all of this, Carol was calm and smiling," Paul said. Carol had taken out both of her large breasts and was all along squeezing them with full hands, once in a whole exchanging a smile with Stew, who was masturbating loudly and softly whispering under his breath, "My wife is a tart, my wife is a tart."

After Paul's second ejaculation, Stew got up and quickly hopped on the bed. He was about to come and wanted Marianne to swallow his semen too. Her hair disheveled, her mascara smearing her cheeks, her face and lips glazed, her pubic hair wet with sweat, and her asshole dripping with Paul's cum, Marianne looked exhausted. She was sweating profusely and breathing heavily.

"Here's my dear husband," she turned slowly towards Stew, looking tired, and smiled at her husband, as if to signal that she still loved him and respected him, in spite of everything. Stew looked at Paul and then looked at the camera and ejaculated into Marianne's mouth. She greedily sucked his penis and swallowed the semen. Carol clapped and said "Yaay!" She seemed relieved that it was over.