Chapter 4

It was back through the southeastern part of Russia into Mongolia. We had an academic interest in this area because of the reports of brothers sharing wives. Since the opposite was our situation, it would be interesting to find out how the other way worked. We had contacted the author of an article about this phenomenon and she had paved the way for some introductions.

We were met at the train station in the town whose name I cannot pronounce by a very Asian looking man in his mid-30s. Nayan greeted us in barely understandable English and helped with our bags. We would ride mules to the village where he, his brother, and their common wife lived. We had not adapted to the altitude yet so were rather quiet on the ride, just taking in the amazing scenery.

At their humble dwelling we were greeted by the other two family members. Somewhat unusually, there were no children. Our contact had told us that the shared wife had never been with child. Because of the limited medical facilities, it was not known where the fault lay. Offspring were always desired in this culture.

The food was very different than we were used to but quite delicious and their homemade alcoholic beverage quite intoxicating, enhanced by te altitude. There was only one sleeping room in the primitive building but it was indicated that the wife expected me to be with her. Perhaps they were hoping for impregnation. I really didn’t know since my wives are on effective birth control.

She was smaller than most women I had been with, with a very characteristic Asian look, small breasts, and narrow hips. She was, however, very eager to copulate with me even though her vagina seemed to stretch a bit extra to accommodate my organ. She was quickly thrusting her hips to match mine and made the characteristic yipping pleasure noises that I had seen in Asian porn videos. I could hear the two husbands happily thumping my wives on the other side of the room. There was little sleep for the two of us during the night as she seemed extremely eager to receive my seed. Hoping for pregnancy?

The next day we were given a tour of the area and learned about their primitive agrarian lifestyle. We were introduced around the small village as very unusual visitors. The professor who introduced us was the last non-native to visit their village. They did fondly remember her pale body so I guess they had enjoyed it in another cross-cultural exchange of sorts.

We stayed there for four days and I was repeatedly taken to their dwelling for intercourse with the wife. It was explained that this was the time when babies could be made the best and it was hoped that I would leave one with them. I told them that I was honored and hope I would meet their expectations. The wife certainly enjoyed what we did together, and I did even more as we got used to each other.

We proceeded southward to Thailand after that interesting stop over. This was a country of much commercial sex designed to extract dollars from tourists. Not knowing what was safe or not, we observed but did not indulge. Some of the out-country tours were breathtaking though.