The Pat Wong Diaries: Ch. 32

It was Paul's idea. He requested that I be the last one to visit him. "I want to save the best for last," he told Harry. "She is the one who opened this world for us and I want to make sure I show her my utmost gratitude."

He spent a full hour with Harry learning about who I was. He asked about my pet peeves, my favorite food, my hobbies and my work. He wanted to know where I was born, how many brothers and sisters I had, where I went to college and how long I had been in the US. He asked about how Harry and I met and how we fell in love and how we got married. Harry told him everything, and not once did he flinch or hesitate, even when Paul started asking him about my sex life.

"What kind of a pussy does she have?" Paul asked. "Is it big or small, hairy or sparse? Does her ass hole smell or is it odorless?" He asked about my breasts and my armpits and wanted to know if I masturbated. He asked about how often we did it and whether Harry had ever shared me with a man.

When he came back home to get me ready for my visit, Harry was aflame with lust. The thought of having spent an hour debriefing a man on the most intimate matters concerning his wife and her sexual life and then coming back home to prepare his wife to spend an hour of sex with that man -- the situation and the sequence of events made him burn with sexual fire. He looked at me with single-minded intensity and treated me with unusual politeness.

I wore my silk black dress and put on heavy make-up and large diamond earrings. He wanted me to look handsome and attractive, although he knew that Paul would find me desirable no matter how I looked.

"He is acting like a virgin boy about to sleep with his first girl," Harry whispered softly as he buckled up my gold chain behind my neck. "Amazing," he continued. "He has had his fill of sex with Chinese vaginas the last two days and yet he can't wait to penetrate the seventh! That's a force of nature, no doubt, and I have no right to obstruct it in any way."

"Are you going to watch?" I asked him, not looking him in the eyes.

"Of course," he answered immediately. "I can't miss it. I must witness this. It is too important."

I nodded. "I am glad. I am glad you have the strength."

"In fact," he added, "I am going to wear my blue suite for the occasion."

Stephen was of course there, setting up the camera and the lighting. He greeted me with a polite nod and continued with his work. Carol was there too, wearing a formal strapless blue dress and stockings. She welcomed me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and walked me directly to the bedroom and sat beside me by the bed.

We chatted for a few minutes. Carol said that she was happy that I could make the time, that Paul was very excited about the new project, that it had gone without a hitch up to that point. She added that they both looked forward to a great deal of fun and enjoyment for all, and were thrilled by "the birth of so many new beautiful friendships."

Harry sat on a chair in a corner and smiled.

After a few minutes, Paul's large face peeked in and smiled broadly, looking straight at me.

"Why, hello there, Pat," he flashed his strong, white teeth, and then strode into the bedroom. Carol got up and quickly slipped back and sat down beside Harry.

"How are you, my darling," Paul said, and extended his arm and grabbed me by the hand. He was wearing a tuxedo and had cut his hair short. He smelled like a man and looked at me with hungry eyes.

I stood up and gave him my hand. He grabbed it, bowed low, and kissed it lightly.

"Music," he said, and the sound of Frank Sinatra softly singing "The Way you Look Tonight" filled the room.

He grabbed me gently by the waist and pulled me to his chest and fixed his face a few inches away from me and we started to dance.

We danced quietly, feeling each other's bodies, smelling each other's scent, and staring straight at each other's eyes. He didn't stop smiling, and couldn't stop smiling. All along, my heart was pounding very loudly in my chest. I was dancing with a man who was not my husband, in front of my husband, in front of the man's wife, and we were about to engage in sex out of wedlock. I felt my face and ear burning, but I knew that what was about to take place was inevitable.

When we stopped, he sat me down and gave me a kiss on the cheek and then offered me a glass of red wine. I hadn't noticed the wine, but Harry told me later that Carol had brought it up and had quietly placed it on the night table as we danced.

Paul spoke softly and made me comfortable, and I calmed down little by little. He looked at me straight in the eyes and gently touched my face several times, telling me in plain terms how much he thought I was beautiful and attractive and how much he had desired me for so long. I smiled and nodded. I knew he was sincere and I liked the sound of his voice.

Then he suddenly stopped mid-sentence and pulled me gently towards him and offered me his lips and waited patiently for me to meet him halfway. I did and he pulled me all the way to his side and kissed me with the full force of his desire.

I felt his large tongue expertly slide into my mouth. It tasked like cherry. We kissed for a whole five minutes. This was a strong man, I remember thinking, a strong and healthy man bursting with lust and desire.

I was the one who broke the kiss. I stood and pulled him up and began to unbutton his shirt slowly. I stole a quick glance at Harry and Carol and saw that they were following us intently with their eyes. Harry had his legs crossed and was looking at me with an ambiguous half smile. Carol was smiling and nodding. Stephen was behind the camera and the tripod, peering at us from behind the lens.

When his shirt was off and his thick, hairy chest was fully exposed, I moaned loudly and began to lick his nipples. He smelled clean and healthy. I was already aroused and was far more ready to be penetrated than Paul knew. The thought that I was to engage this male in complete sexual intercourse made me feel dizzy with anticipation and I smiled.

I licked him for a minute and then began to unbutton his pants, but he stopped me.

He lifted me up and laid me on the bed and then took the rest of his clothes off, exposing his fully erect penis.

I moaned again, this time almost plaintively, as though in protest over the fact that I was still not yet naked and had to wait for the clothes to be taken off.

I leaned forward and grabbed his cock with my right hand and grunted. It was hot and much thicker and heavier than I thought. I could barely wrap my whole hand around it.

I giggled like a little girl with anticipation over what was going to happen and sat up. I wanted to suck his penis -- the penis of a white man -- have a taste of this monster animal. Paul pulled away his cock, bent down and kissed me and gently lay me down again.

He took his time taking my dress, shoes and stockings off. He smelled my sweaty feet, licked my shaved armpits, sniffed at my pussy and licked my ass hole.

"Finally," he said, "I get to consume this lady through and through."

He then sat up and slowly pulled my legs apart and pulled me towards him with one strong but gentle pull, closer to the edge of the bed.

I looked at Harry. His half smile was gone. He was looking straight at me. Carol was holding his hand with one hand and tapping at it with the other. She leaned towards him and whispered something to him and he nodded.

This was it. I was going to be penetrated by Paul. But instead of penetrating me, Paul bent down and began to suck loudly on my pussy.

"It's delicious," he said loudly, turning around and looking at Harry. "This is very high quality, as I expected," he flashed a thumbs-up.

Harry nodded and flashed a thumbs up back at Paul. Carol laughed.

He then inserted his long, white-man's nose into my pussy, dug it deep and took it out, and began to rhythmically penetrate me with his nose, while his tongue reached out as far as it could trying to reach my ass hole. The sensation was something I had never experienced before. This was man intent on making me feel good, at any cost. I stared at him with open eyes as he licked and sucked and I felt at that moment as if I had married another man.

"It's time," I said impatiently after a whole minute of Paul licking and sucking me, "it's time."