Chapter 3 — Swing Party. - Part 1 (3)

Andrew and his wife followed us into the bedroom. The room held a single king-sized double bed, a small table, and a chair beside it.

We sat on the bed and chairs, drinking beer and wine, making small talk.

The conversation was predictable. Since this was our first time at this kind of party, we kept asking how things usually went. Should all four of us just mix together on the same bed? Should we pair off—one couple here, the other somewhere else? Or should one couple have sex in the room while the other went out?

This was the moment my wife's opinion mattered most. And she made an unexpected decision.

She said it would be awkward for her to watch me have sex with another woman, so she suggested I go outside with Claire instead.

That's what we agreed on. Claire and I stepped out together—only to find the hallway packed. Everyone else had gathered right outside the door, ears pricked, silently waiting.

Apparently, they were all waiting for someone to make the first move.

Claire and I stepped onto the balcony and lit a cigarette. As we smoked, she slipped her hand into my pants and started stroking my cock.

We chatted while touching each other—my hands roaming over her large breasts. Then, without warning, she unzipped me, pulled my pants down, and dropped to her knees, taking my cock into my mouth.

My wife has never been strong at oral, but after experiencing Claire's skills, the difference was staggering—my wife was like a grade-schooler, Claire a full-grown college woman. Her oral was incredible.

Eventually, we went back inside. The night air was cold, and we worried someone from another suite might see us.

But the moment we stepped back in, chaos hit.

In another room, Michael's couple and Eric's couple were already going at it—two women on their knees, passionately sucking two men's cocks.

The hosts, Thomas and his partner, stood naked at the doorway of the room where my wife and Andrew were, their heads poked inside.

Claire and I walked up behind them and slapped their bare asses. They turned, grinning, and gestured for us to look inside.

Peering in, I saw Andrew deeply between my wife's legs, sucking her pussy with fierce intensity. Her moans poured out nonstop.

We stood at the doorway, touching each other's cocks and pussies, listening to the sounds from inside.

Claire dropped to her knees again and took my cock into my mouth. I ran my hands through her hair, enjoying her like a long-time lover.

After a while, Claire and I moved to the living room. I sat on the sofa while she knelt on the floor, sucking me off.

Her oral skills were nothing short of astonishing. She'd been going for over ten minutes—sucking my cock, licking my balls—without pause. When I tried to switch and go down on her, she just shook her head and said, "Wait."

Feeling guilty for only receiving, I pulled her up onto the sofa and went down on her instead.

Claire's pussy was stunning. My wife's was beautiful too, but Claire's was just as perfect—maybe even more so.

She was completely shaved, not a single hair. Her labia were tight, with almost no loose or sagging skin.

Earlier, during conversation, she'd mentioned she loved sex—she did swinging about once a month, and threesome sex around the same frequency. Yet her pussy was immaculate. Hard to believe.

Just as I started going down on her, a loud moan erupted from the bedroom. No doubt—it was my wife.

She always moaned loudly the moment a cock first entered her. According to her, once her pussy was fully aroused, the sensation of penetration was so intense she couldn't help but cry out.

Claire paused and suggested we check on them. We got up and walked toward the room.

Peeking into the next room, we saw a wild 69 session in full swing. There were two small beds, each occupied by a couple locked in mutual oral.

Thomas, the host, was in the kitchen getting a blowjob from Nina.

We slipped quietly into our bedroom. Inside, my wife was on top of Andrew, riding him in missionary position.

I could see Andrew's thick cock sliding in and out of my wife's pussy. His cock was slightly shorter than John's, but much thicker.

The sight sent my own cock surging upward, rock hard.

Claire reached for it, stroking and sucking again. Her oral mastery was unreal—like she had a 12-hour stamina mode.

A moment later, she rolled a condom onto me. Then she dropped to all fours on the floor, guiding my cock toward her entrance.

I pushed in, parting her pussy lips. The sensation of entering a white woman—honestly?

I'll admit, I'd been with so-called "white mares" at overseas resorts before. But this was completely different.

There's a huge gap between a professional and a full-time housewife. I realized that now.

It wasn't just different—it was worlds apart. I'd assumed Claire's pussy, used to Andrew's cock, might be loose, maybe even feel like rowing across the Pacific. I was dead wrong.

Her pussy was tight, gripping my cock like a vice. And when I switched to my specialty—doggy style—her moans grew louder and higher.

On the bed, Andrew now lay flat on my back, and my wife straddled him in female superior position. She was grinding down hard, taking his cock as deep as possible.

Her moans climbed higher and higher.

(To be continued in Part 4!!)

A brief aside here: Many people assume Western women have large, loose, sagging vaginas. That's simply not true.

Maybe porn stars or sex workers do, but housewives? Not at all.

In fact, because their skin is lighter, their pussies often look cleaner, even cuter than Korean women's. No sagging. And the idea they smell bad? Also a stereotype.

These women love sex and take great care to keep themselves clean. Sometimes, their pussy even gives off a sweet, floral scent.

Korean men who've only been with white sex workers should drop that prejudice.

If you ever get the chance, go to a real swingers party and experience a proper Western woman's pussy.

And one more thing—Asian men have a unique advantage: rhythm.

Western men are generally bulkier and can't thrust with the same fluid, rhythmic precision we can.

If we're thrusting at 100 km/h, they're doing 50. It's because our bodies are naturally leaner, more agile.

This isn't just my opinion—my wife's said it for years. And every Western woman I've met through swinging agrees.

They say it feels amazing when you pound them from behind at high speed. It's a completely different experience from being with their husbands.