My Chinese Maid #5

Category: Male-Female (MF)
Submitted by: Blink Age: 60 Gender: Male

For M.

The Northern Chinese summer left us lethargic and after lunch we would lie naked under the ceiling fan, petting gently and telling each other stories. The sexual side of Chinese family life fascinated me so I encouraged my Chinese maid to tell me more about sex with her first husband and the naughty couple who became their closest friends - Xiao Lan and Zhou.

They had started meeting every Saturday night, always at my maid's home, so they could watch the boys. Xiao Lan was lots of fun, quite attractive in a gangly way. Adolescent in a sort of way, but as thin as a rake. Zhou and my Chinese maid's husband could have been twins and even shared the same family name. The women would cook up some spicy dishes, which would be washed down the Chinese way with lots of mutual toasting in cheap spirits or local beer. Xiao Lan and the husbands would then clean up, while the boys were put to bed. Then it was cards, usually until well after midnight, with lots of fun and flirting.

With the onset of another hard winter, their neighbors began staying on, rather than struggle home on the icy roads. There was no spare room, but they were happy to curl up on the sofa. The sexual tension would rise as they all stripped to their underwear and prepared for bed using the tiny bathroom. Then the unmistakable sounds of the guest's sexual activity would float through the thin walls spreading a wonderful sense of eroticism, which encouraged their hosts to do the same. Close encounters in the night, as relief was sought for turgid bladders, soon became a laughing matter and provided opportunities for ilicit touching as the four friends developed and enjoyed a level of familiarity rare in China.

As the weeks passed, familiarity became intimacy and trust developed. On Xiao Lan's birthday, after more toasting than usual, she suggested they play strip poker before retiring. Naturally the husbands enthusiastically agreed and rather than appear prudish, my Chinese maid concurred.

They were already in their winter underwear, so quite soon there was a lot of bare flesh being offered for visual exploration. The husbands' bodies were like two peas in a pod. Even their penises were identical, with a long sheath that covered the turtle-head, even when erect. The wives could not have been more different. Xiao Lan was a skinny monkey with tiny pointed breasts, a flat bottom and a protruding pubic bone, which hid her pussy and gave her a childlike appearance. My Chinese maid was a mother of two, still plump from her last pregnancy, still lactating and the only one still wearing pants. The four friends sat there in a circle, suddenly silenced by the exceptional situation. Then Xiao Lan asked politely if she could have the winter underpants as a birthday present and instantly the tension was broken.

That night they all slept in the big bed. Everyone got off but nobody got fucked and over breakfast they agreed that, if it ever happened again, intercourse would remain a definite no-no. Of course it did happen again, and again, but intercourse was rare and mixed intercourse did stay out of the program. Their friends' repertoire of alternative sexual activities was extensive and initially overwhelming. My Chinese maid recalled gazing in wonder when Xiao Lan, already stroking her own husband's penis, reached for her host's as well and, finding it dry, bent to wet it with her own saliva.

However, within weeks my Chinese maid surprised them all (herself included) when she returned from settling the baby, with oxytocin still coursing through her body, knelt on the bed and offered her milk-engorged nipples to first her own and then, both husbands. As the two turtle-heads peeped from their sheaths, she ringed each with thumb and forefinger and gently pressed the covering back so she could rub those responsive areas, just below the head, between her accommodating folds. As Zhou signaled his approaching orgasm she bent to watch and was pleasantly surprised to see not one but two turtle-heads anointing her breasts with the last drops of their seminal fluid.

After the husbands retired snoring from the game, the skinny monkey concentrated on my Chinese maid. This was familiar territory from college days when the strict segregation of the sexes threw them back on their own devices, and fingers. She felt very comfortable as Xiao Lan used her feminine skills and especially long fingers to bring on a delicious orgasm. As she enjoyed reciprocating, that was just the first of many they shared.

A few weeks later, the husbands were given a demonstration of their mutual masturbation skills, just using their fingers. Henceforth, they became enthusiastic voyeurs and would be very happy to watch as their wives advanced to using their tongues to give each other beautiful orgasms.

Soon the men were joining them in these masturbation sessions and became quite proficient with fingers and tongues. However, men being men, they also suggested a wide range of penis substitutes, which the wives embraced, perhaps more often to please their husbands than themselves. Bananas were not available then but their husbands often returned from the Saturday farmers' market with tantalizing cobs of corn, those huge white radishes with the texture of skin and cucumbers long enough to simultaneously fill both wives.

Xiao Lan enjoyed anal stimulation and would encourage the others to finger her tight anus and marvel at the strength of her anal contractions when she climaxed. Though uneasy at first, my Chinese maid enjoyed feeling another's fingers through the thin membrane separating vagina and rectum and recalled being thrilled by the sight of Xiao Lan's lithe, pale body writhing between the sturdy bodies of the brown-skinned men. She had no wish to be anally penetrated herself but was highly aroused by her husband's sodomizing role in the performance. With busy fingers, she could time her orgasm to coincide with her husband's gasps of delight and still be pulsing when Zhou splattered his semen onto her breasts.

Their neighbors made no secrete of their wish to have children. Xiao Lan assumed the problem was her low weight but my Chinese maid told her this was unlikely as she had regular periods and so, must be ovulating. A surreptitious collection of Zhou's semen and an anonymous sperm count at the clinic confirmed where the problem lay. The conspirators consulted a calendar, carefully checked dates and wondered how they could win the necessary cooperation of their husbands without alerting them to the plot. They need not have worried. Men being men made it all too easy. The next Saturday night, the wives invented a new game. No more semen was to be wasted. Every ejaculation had to be aimed into a vagina, preferably two. Because only from the vagina could semen truly nourish a woman's body the way nature intended.

The men became enthusiastic competitors in what was to them, a sport of kings. The wives cooperated and, every Saturday night, masturbated penises deposited their ejaculate into vaginas held open in welcome. Accuracy came with close proximity and often turtle-heads were seen to touch briefly the amenable vestibules as they deposited their baby making juice. Nevertheless, three months later Xiao Lan was still not pregnant. The wives decided that more radical measures were called for.

So after further calendar consultations, as they sat down to play cards my Chinese maid announced, that as she didn't like the idea of anal sex, she felt obliged to take both husbands, simultaneously, inside her vagina. Xiao Lan praised her kind gesture and the husbands agreed that, in China, the rules are just there to be broken. The card game was postponed and after much expectant touching and arranging the husbands knelt facing each other and, as my Chinese maid timidly eased herself down between them, Xiao Lan guided their penises into her vagina. They were very ready and the unique sensation of being in there together finished the husbands off very quickly. They retired for a game of cards but after a few cold beers, they were ready for a repeat performance. This time Xiao Lan's childlike pubis, with some difficulty, enveloped the pair. On subsequent occasions, whenever the no-intercourse rule slipped late at night, Xiao Lan no longer offered only her pretty bum to my Chinese maid's husband.

In answer to my final question, as I hurried off to work, my Chinese maid said Xiao Lan had a baby boy just after Spring Festival.



[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]