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"Foreign Exchange"
   by Close Encounters

  
[author's note: This is a true story which took place in 1982. 
    The names and the places have been disguised.]


It was a Friday and we were sitting in the family room watching
television. Our children were spending the night with friends and
we were left to our own devices.  Shari began with a question, as
neither of us were paying very close attention to the TV.  "You
have been overseas many times."  She said.  "Did you fuck any
foreign women while you were over there?"

I looked at her and saw that she was strangely serious.  I
decided to answer her as truthfully as she had asked the
question. This new found truthfulness in our relationship was
refreshing. I didn't feel as though I needed to lie to her or
attempt to deceive her in anyway.  "You know the only one that I
was with was Loraine and she was in England."

Shari said, "Are you telling me the truth?"  In reply I simply
nodded my head and said, "I have no reason to lie to you now.  Do
I?"  She thought about it for awhile and she sat there in silence
for about a half an hour.  Then she said, "I would like to fuck a
foreigner.  I don't have any idea who that might be, but I would
like to find out how they fuck."

I decided that sitting in front of the TV for the evening was not
the thing for us to do.  So we went up to our room and began
getting dressed to go out.  Shari put on a white filmy blouse, of
course she was not wearing a bra.  And she slithered her hips
into a tight pair of black pants.  Of course there was no room
under them for panties.  So she was totally natural underneath
with her partially shaved pussy.  When she shaved, she liked
leaving the hair on her pubic mound.  Doing it this way she said,
"Caused less questions from our children."

The pants accented her figure nicely.  Her legs were one of her
best assets along with an angelic looking face, topped with
auburn hair. For foot wear, she put on a pair of three inch
spike black sandal type shoes. Her blouse, being somewhat see
through and low cut as well, drew a man's attention directly to
her chest. In the darker light you could make out the areolas
around her nipples and you could see that her nipples were making
tents on each side of her chest.

I dressed casually in slacks and a shirt with loafer type shoes
and we were off.  When we arrived at the club, she placed her ID
in her hip pocket as she was always being asked to prove her age.
She was 35 years old and still getting carded.  I was jealous. 
She told me to go play some pool and hunt for a lady or two to
dance with and she was going to see if there were any foreigners
in the club that evening.  Off we went in different directions to
see what we could find to occupy our attention.  I found a friend
of mine playing pool in the restaurant area and I placed two
quarters on the table to challenge.  When it was my turn, I won
the first game that I played with my friend and he had to go at
the end of the game so I took on all comers.  I had played about
ten games when I realized that I had not seen my wife in quite
some time.

At the end of the game I forfeited and went to look for her. It
took me some time to find her.  Finally I saw her sitting in a
corner booth and sipping a drink while talking with a dark
skinned man.  I could see that his left hand was not on the table
and as I looked closer in the dim light I could see that he was
rubbing her pussy through the zipper of her pants.  He had his
hand inside the zipper and I could only assume that his finger or
fingers were inside her vagina.

As I approached the table, she looked up and saw me coming toward
her and said, "Ah Paul, I would like for you to meet my husband."
With that he pulled his hand out of her pants quickly and placed
it on the table.

Too late.  I could see the juices on his first and middle finger. 
He stood.  I said, "What was the name again?"  He replied,
"Mohamed."  Shari looked at him curiously and said, "You told me
your name was Paul."  He reassured her that he had said Mohamed. 
Shari wasn't thinking about a name, she was wanting to get inside
his trousers.

He was a foreigner, accent and all.  I sat down and we had drinks
and talked for a while.  I found out that Mohamed (Paul) was in
the Saudi Navy and he was there attending school with many of his
fellow countrymen.  Shari was sitting next to him and she would
reach beneath the table and I could see her arm moving, but I
couldn't see what she was doing. I could but fantasize what she
might be up to. It wasn't long before she suggested that we leave
the club for a bit more comfortable surroundings. Mohamed excused
himself to go to the men's room.

When he had left the table, I asked Shari, "Where do you want to
go with him?  You know that it is not a good idea to take him to
our house."  She simply smiled at me. "We could go to Gerry's
apartment." She whispered. "And we can take him there as Gerry
won't be needing it again for another couple of months."

I had not been prepared for her to make a connection quite this
quickly. I had not obtained any condoms or anything to drink. I
also had not made any contingency plans regarding what would or
should be done in the event that she did score.  I was thinking
like a man and not a woman. Many times subsequent to this night I
made the same error.

The car that we had taken to the club that evening was a two
seated convertible.  It was also an evening that it was about to
rain at any moment, therefore the top was up.  Mohamed either
didn't have a car or had obtained a ride to the club with some of
his mates and he had to be chauffeured by me.  Shari put Mohamed
in the passenger seat and then she sat on his lap facing me. 
There we were, all crammed into a sardine can. Away we went for
our adventure.

I had insisted on condoms as my wife was on the pill but I didn't
want any foreign bodies to invade her pussy. I had explained it
to her that she was in fact on the pill, but the pill was not
100% sure.  Where adding the condom was adding a little
insurance. She seemed to accept this idea but she did not like
the use of the things, because as she put it. "I like to feel a
man's hot cum spreading around on my insides."

I thought of driving to the pharmacy and buying a box of condoms,
but she was afraid that we might be recognized by someone. I then
ask her about the grocery. She said that the same thing might
happen there as well. It was then that I realized that she was
trying to get me to let her do it bare back. I remembered a bar
that I had frequented on occasion, and the condom machine in the
men's room.

I drove rapidly to the Green Lantern Tavern.  When we arrived, I
left the two of them to get better acquainted in the car. I knew
that there would be no hanky panky in that car as it was a 1980
TR-7.

Upon entering the bar I remembered that there was a rule about
the restrooms.  Only customers could use them.  I bought a beer
and sat for a few minutes sipping on the beer. I then left my
cigarettes and lighter next to my beer and headed for the men's
room.  When I got inside, I locked the door and reached into my
pocket for change.  Imagine my surprise  to learn that they cost
$0.75 a piece.  I could only afford to buy three of the things. 
I thought to myself, "No man could go more than that in a few
hours."  Well I was wrong again.

I returned to the car and found them much the way I had left them
with the exception that his hands were not only inside her shirt,
but inside her pants as well. She had her pants undone and he
could reach her pussy and finger it. She was moaning and I could
see that the crotch of her pants were soaked with her cum.  I
started the car and headed for Gerry's apartment.

We arrived and another surprise awaited me.  She didn't have the
key as she had not carried her purse that evening.  The key was
at our house.  I knew that I didn't want him to know where our
house was so I said that I would run and get the key.  We only
lived a few blocks from the apartment.

I left the two of them seated on the steps to the apartment and
rushed home to get the key.  Luckily, there was no one at home
that was going to ask a bunch of questions as to why I had come
home without Mom.  I grabbed the key and headed back.

When I arrived back at the apartment. I found that they had moved
up the stairs to a darkened area near the top of the stairs near
the door and had continued with their foreplay, obviously as her
clothes were almost off of her. They stood to the side while I
opened the door and turned on some lights. Shari scooped up her
clothes and they came inside.  Shari said that she needed to go
to the bathroom, and headed that way, leaving Mohamed and I
standing in the hall.

I decided to do a little exploring.  She soon returned to the
living room.  I could see her pussy hair glistening with the cum
that she had already emitted from her body with her pants on. 
Her feet were also bare and her blouse was unbuttoned, but she
was wearing it.

She took the condoms that I held out to her and the beer that I
offered her from Gerry's refrigerator.  She then placed the
condoms and the beer in her left hand and reached out to Paul and
said, "Would you like to come with me to the bedroom?" He took
her hand and they strolled off down the hall toward the bedroom.

She closed the door partially so that I could hear but not see as
Mohamed was very specific about that.  I was not to see him naked
and she wanted to fuck him so very, very much, that I allowed her
to bend the rules a little.  I sat on the couch in the living
room and I had a straight shot view down the hall to the bedroom
door.

I suddenly heard her say "No!  No!"  I started down the hall. 
She heard me coming and she yelled out to me that it was all
right in the code that only she and I knew.  I retreated back to
the couch.  Unable to see a lot and very little to hear, I had
almost fallen asleep on the couch when suddenly the door opened
and she came out.  She still wore her blouse and it was
unbuttoned as before.  As she approached into the light, I could
see liquid looking very much like cum that was dripping from her
pussy and running down both legs to her knees.  Her hair was
mussed and her pussy hair was matted. I waited for her to speak.

"Do you have anymore condoms?" She asked.  I looked at my watch
and realized that it had only been about an hour and a half since
she went into the bedroom.  I said, "You couldn't have possibly
used all three of those condoms."  She said, "Yes we have and we
want to do it again.  Do you have anymore?"  I shook my head no. 
She went back into the bedroom and came out with a used condom. 
It looked like it would fit a Donkeys cock it was so stretched. 
She took it into the bathroom and washed it out and then placed
it over the neck of her beer bottle and re-rolled it.  Her smile
was telling enough that she felt like she had done well.  Back to
the bedroom she went.

It wasn't long before I could hear the tell tale sounds of a male
and a female cumming, almost in unison.  I am almost positive
that if Gerry's downstairs neighbors were home that night, they
got a real thrill of a sound and bounce show from their ceiling. 
I could have probably heard them better from the apartment below.
It took them only about fifteen minutes from the last of the
moaning and groaning to appear in the door of the bedroom fully
dressed. She had the look of a woman who had been used and well
fucked.

They came out into the living room and we sat and had some more
beer together.  I asked, "Did you find a comb in Gerry's
bathroom?" She looked at me questioningly until she glanced in
the mirror that was hanging above the dining table.  She smiled
sheepishly and got up slowly and headed for the bathroom.  In the
meantime, Mohamed was doing his best to convince her to come to
his place and meet his friends. "We are going to have to give
Paul a ride to his place."  Shari said.  She smiled at him as
though there was yet an untold story. I noticed right away that
his statements of invitation were not including me. I also was
aware that if she were to get in a group of these Rag Heads, she
was going to get more than she had bargained for and of that I
was almost sure.

We all loaded into the Triumph and headed toward the beach. 
Mohamed was telling me where to go while playing with my lovely
wife as she sat on his lap.  I could see that his member was once
again straining to get loose from it's captivity.  From the
apartment, it was but a short drive of about twenty minutes to
where Mohamed said that he lived.  When we got there, I parked
some distance away at his insistence.  He said, "I must go and
let my brothers know that you are here and that I have invited
you into our home."

Shari stood outside the car leaning on the door.  She watched
Mohamed ascend the hill toward the apartment complex.  I stepped
out of the car, leaned on the top and said, "Are you wanting to
go up there with him and his friends?"  She just smiled at me and
said, "Yes.  We can go up and have drinks with them."  "Drinks
are not what Paul has in mind, I can assure you.  You get up
there in amongst his so called brothers and you will have your
pussy fucked until you won't be able to move."

At this point in her adventures, she wasn't prepared for that
scenario.  I said, "We can just get in the car and drive away.  I
took enough turns and back tracks to come here that he couldn't
find his way back.  And besides, all he could find if he tried
would be the apartment.  There are no leads to us from there." 
She quickly got in and closed the door. "Let's go." She said.  I
got in, started the car and drove away leaving her Arab lover in
the lurch.

As I drove home, to show her appreciation for the evenings fun,
she laid across the console and unzipped my pants.  She put her
hand inside and worked my now swelling cock out into the nights
lights. As it appeared and was growing rapidly, she placed it
between her lips and began sucking.  She sucked my cock all of
the way home.  I hung on to my cum until I pulled into the
garage.  She then sucked it in a way that only she knew how to
and I gave it up in seconds.  I asked, "Why did you do that now? 
Why not sooner?"  She smiled as she swallowed all my cum and then
said.  "Because my Darling, I didn't want you to kill us when you
cum started to spurt. Suppose we were on the toll way?" She smiled
and licked her lips.


                        -- The End --


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