Nguyet gave little snorts high up in her nasal passages as I licked and slurped her overflowing cunt juice. I could feel her muscles tightening and her body shaking as her passion rose past breaking point. She moaned loudly as she lifted her pussy from my face. I knew this time it was going to be a screaming cum. Placing my hands around her thighs I pulled her gash back to my tongue and licked from the back of her pussy along her slit to her clit. As she was astride my face facing my feet, I could just see out of the corner of my eyes, that her toes curled as she moaned and pressed her pussy down even harder onto my face.

I smashed my mouth into the bubbling wetness of the squirming Vietnamese woman’s cunt, smearing it over my mouth. The sex juices poured out of her box and covered my face as my tongue licked frantically at her shaven slit. I could taste her sex, and my cock jerked in response as I dug my hands into the 41-year-old’s arsecheeks. My tongue plunged in as deep as it could reach before I thrashed it about inside the writhing woman’s sex cave, sucking on its exterior with my wet lips.

With a sob of anticipation, Nguyet pulled at her cunt, opening her long inner outer lips, and then placing them over my sucking mouth. My tongue explored deeply, as my upper lip worked her throbbing clit. I continued eating her wet cunt, bringing her from pre-orgasm to higher pre-orgasm. She spasmed in short sharp jerks against my face, whimpering short, little, “Oh, oh, oh, oooohhh,” sounds.

Two minutes before I had been slowly and gently eating her as she spoke to my Shanghai-born wife, Zi Yilin, trying to organise a sexfight with her. Finally, Nguyet’s threats of shaming Zi Yilin succeeded and my wife consented to the contest. Nguyet threw the phone away in excitement and went into sex overdrive. I continued to eat her out and she spread her legs wider to receive more. I felt her flesh quiver, her clit pulse as her eyes rolled back in her head, and she began getting off hard.

“Ooooh, darling,” she wailed as she came, unable to control her shuddering and writhing body “That’s great, baby! Ohhh, darling, baby, honey. Suck it for me. Suck my pussy, Greg. Ahhhh, so good, darling. Eat my cunt. Suck my pussy! Oh, yes, yes! Tonguefuck my wet cunt. You have betrayed your wife for me. Now I will beat the bitch in a sex fight. She fell forward onto me and her mouth searched for my waiting hard cock.”

It had started a couple of months before. My 44-year-old wife, the Shanghai-born Zi Yilin, was having her version of a Tupperware party: a lingerie auction and I was performing my role as auctioneer. I was interested as well because all the lingerie items were my knockoffs of top European brands. Not your AliExpress knockoffs either. I used A-grade materials and made use of all those older Vietnamese women in Melbourne who had kept their Juki industrial sewing machines. Unlike when they first arrived as refugees, I paid good cash wages, but there was no payroll tax, no income tax, and no workcover payments for me so I still made big profits. Identical quality packaging meant it was as good as the original at a highish but not exorbitant price like the real thing.

Zi Yilin was 5 ft 2, 107 pounds and she had a 34B 27 33, big nippled body accompanied by an attractive face and long silky jet black hair both on her head and above her long-lipped cunt. She was born in Shanghai, but her father had been stationed in Hanoi as an advisor to North Vietnam in the Vietnam War and remained there for a few years until expelled at the start of the Sino-Vietnamese Border Wars in 1979. She had lived there from the age of 9 to 15, long enough to become fluent in Vietnamese and understand their culture.

As I tried to raise the bids the women were smiling at my book perfect, but pronunciation mangled, Vietnamese and Mandarin. God, I hate toned languages like Vietnamese and Mandarin where, for example, in Vietnamese “ba” can mean father, three or grandmother depending on the tone or pitch used and Mandarin is similar though it does have fewer tones. To an Aussie brought up on nasal, flat tones I could not hear the difference in the tones.

Anyway, as usual, I cast my eyes over the assembled group of Vietnamese and Vietnamese-born Chinese and, for the most part, saw the familiar faces present at most functions. There were a few newcomers, friends of friends and I sized them up. Two had VERY, VERY expensive jewellery and I dismissed them out of hand. They had too much to lose. Another was too talkative and self-centred; another just gave out bad vibes.

That left only one. I estimated her to be in her late 30s, though she could be older: with Asians, it’s hard to tell. She was about 5 ft 4, a little taller than Zi Yilin and about the same weight at 105 pounds and probably 32A 26 32. A nice face with medium-length black hair, but unlike most there she was dressed in non-designer, cheap Kmart clothing. Subtle enquiries established her name was Nguyet and that she lived in the Government Housing flats in Flemington and was divorced. Her husband had arrived alone as a boat refugee in the 80s and, like many who had left their family back in Vietnam, hitched up with a new Vietnamese woman here in Australia. Ten years later he sponsored Nguyet here with their two children so they, i.e. the children, could have a better life in the land of plenty, Australia. There was no place in the family setup for Nguyet but she had to come otherwise the Government rules decreed the children could not be brought here. She was perfect for my purposes. Single and poor.

I switched to autopilot.

STEP ONE for a relationship with Vietnamese women. Don’t ogle or leer crudely but let them know you are observing them. So, despite there being more attractive, younger women there, a few times Nguyet caught me window shopping at her and, as would be the case with 98% of Vietnamese women, she preened: sitting so that her dress rose higher above her knees, sucked her gut in, and disappeared to the bathroom and returned with her make-up refreshed, accidentally looking round the room to see if I was noticing her.

Step one achieved.

STEP TWO for a relationship with Vietnamese women. Make them feel different, important and better than the others. As luck would have it, within her hearing another Vietnamese woman, Hanh, approached and asked if I could tutor her in English. I replied that I was sorry but I was too busy, and even though she persisted in offering above-normal payments and plying on the charm and even sexual innuendo I kept saying, “Sorry, no.”

About 15 minutes later I managed to talk to Nguyet and, after some small chitchat, I complimented her on how different she was from the normal short-legged Vietnamese, that her English was so well pronounced for a 30-year-old. She demurred saying there were so many attractive young Vietnamese there, her English was poor and that she was not 30, but 41. But her heart was not in her denials. As part of the SYSTEM I had applied the UNDERLYING RULE: Don’t say the unbelievable.

E.g. I had been mainly mentioning Nguyet’s long legs, by far her best attribute which she would find believable, and I couldn’t say her English was excellent, because it wasn’t, but had complimented her on her pronunciation. How she didn’t sound like a Vietnamese speaking English with their characteristic sounds and joked about my poor Vietnamese and she replied she could understand it easily. Then I threw out the bait. I said if she was interested, I could tutor her in English.

Her eyes gave her away. I knew instantly she had heard me refuse Hanh wanting me to tutor her son and I was offering her that chance, and that yes, she wanted lessons. “I’d love that but can’t afford it,” she said

“God, I don’t want money. I like to help anyone who wants to really learn and not just have me do their homework and assignments like Hanh and talking to you I can see you really want to improve your English. Plus, your personality would make it enjoyable compared to Hanh.”

“I really want it,” she said, “but it’s not right you do it for nothing.”

“What if you teach me Vietnamese in exchange?”

“Doesn’t your wife teach you”?

“No, you know what it’s like trying to teach family. It just doesn’t work.”

She nodded and said she really wanted to learn, but I had to let her teach me more Vietnamese as payment.

Step 2 was achieved as she knew I had refused Hanh but asked her.

STEP THREE for a relationship with Vietnamese women. Establish a secret between you and her. “That’s great,” I said, “but we have to keep it a secret from Zi Yilin because if she knew I was not getting paid for tutoring she would go wild. I don’t understand why, but sometimes she exploits other Vietnamese who don’t know as much about Australia for money.”

Nguyet nodded. “Yes, I’ve heard she lends money, but the interest is very high, far higher than banks. Most Chinese are greedy with no soul, not like real Vietnamese. But I don’t want you to get into trouble with her. Do you really want to help me with English?”

“Yes,” I replied, “and everything will be all right as long as it’s our secret.”

The moment of truth had arrived.

“Of course, I won’t tell her. It will be our secret, but how can you teach me without her missing you”?

“I am often not at home as I work late, so that’s no problem.”

I obtained her phone number and address and promised that I would start tutoring her soon.

Step 3 was achieved, and for those advanced students who have completed Dating Vietnamese Women 101 and who notice such things, there had been the SUBTLE UNDERLYING MESSAGE that I was not that close to Zi Yilin. The Not being taught Vietnamese by her, the criticism of her love for money, and the working late.

STEP FOUR for a relationship with Vietnamese women. Exceed her expectations and deliver more than you promise. The next day I was at her government-subsidised, high-rise apartment shortly after lunch and arrived with textbooks, readers and dictionaries. Her look said she did not expect to hear from me again and she apologized over and over for the flat, for her poor English, causing me trouble, mixed in with how much she wanted to learn. I said that I just wanted to establish her level and it would take about an hour. Three hours later of genuine teaching I left and for the next 3 days arrived and taught, finally dispelling any fears she had that she was taking up too much of my time while also establishing that we spent time together every day.

STEP FIVE for a relationship with Vietnamese women. Don’t rush and be interested in the person. Three weeks passed of genuine teaching and gradually trust and closeness developed as she told her life story, showed photos and I remembered names and events as though they meant something to me. She relaxed, joking and teasing and cooking lunch or dinner for me. At first, one of the first things that amazed me as a middle-class Westerner with no previous contact with Vietnamese was their love of joking, teasing and general mucking about.

STEP SIX for a relationship with Vietnamese women. Know when the time is ripe. About 3 weeks later I arrived to see an ecstatic Nguyet and be greeted with a huge hug. She had topped her free Government English for Migrants class and been promoted to an online tertiary course. Sometime before we had shifted from sitting opposite each other to side by side to look at her work better and this led to innocent body touching but this time as we studied, I had accidentally initiated a lot of close contact as we pored over her assignment. This day I put my hand in my pocket and pressed the button on my phone. Her house phone rang and she got up to answer it but I stopped my phone from dialing out. She returned and slid along the seat if anything even in closer contact than before and we resumed studying.

Step 6 was achieved. The time was right.

Leaving that day after the lesson I grabbed the electricity bill pinned to her cork noticeboard. “This is overdue so I will pay it for you.”

“No. You can’t. I will get the money somehow,” and she tried to grab it from my hand. Our bodies touched as I held the bill high and she tried to reach up and grab it. She could feel the hardness in my pants and I brought my lips to hers. Five minutes later Nguyet sat on the bed and pulled me towards her to unbuckle my belt and let my boxer shorts drop to the floor. My now fully erect throbbing cock sprang free.

Two minutes later in the bedroom. “Ooooooh Nooooooo,” I moaned as she wrapped her lips around my cockhead. She stopped, worried that she had done something wrong, but I reassured her saying that it was great, but because Zi Yilin had never done this to me and I thought women did not want to do that.

In reply, Nguyet tilted her head up and fed inch after inch of my prick into her throat until my balls were resting on her chin. At the same time, her tongue danced over the length of my shaft. She drew her head back from my cock and admired the thick ropy strands of her throat slime that still connected the prick to her mouth, before leaning forward to swallow me again. I held the back of her head as I slowly fucked her throat. I could feel her arse squirm on the bed and knew that her cunt was begging for attention. Nguyet continued deep-throating me as I pulled her dress up and freed her up thrusting tits with their smallish but rock-hard nipples. I took both between my thumbs and forefingers and squeezed hard, feeling her body jerk in response and hearing her squeals muffled by my fuck rod embedded in her throat.

As you all know, not only are Vietnamese women the most feminine of all Asians but treated right and not just as a fuck doll, they are the most responsive and giving lovers in Asia but middle-aged Vietnamese are the best of all. And here was a 41-year-old Vietnamese who hadn’t had sex for 18 years and who believed she was in love.

I could feel my climax wasn’t far away and gently pulled out of her mouth. “Your turn now baby,” I said as I pushed her back over the bed. Nguyet lay back and drew her knees up to her tits to expose her glistening sex to me. I began running my tongue around the tight, puckered hole of her arsehole and moved up and over her cunt. Her body stiffened immediately after my tongue made contact with her clit, and she moaned, “Yesssssssss right there. Yes, eat me.”

As I sucked her erect clit into my mouth and lashed it with my tongue, my fingers were probing the entrance to her shitter. Nguyet relaxed her muscles, and shuddered again, as my index finger slipped inside her and massaged her bowels. Nguyet was moaning continually and gasped, “Shit I’m going to cum. Fuck. Oh fuck, I’m cumming.”

Her whole body convulsed as the force of her orgasm hit her and she screamed loudly as wave after wave of pleasure raced through her. I sat up between her legs and smiled down at her still trembling body, as she lay with her eyes closed and panting heavily.

“Come on darling,” I said stroking her tit. “You still need to cum more. Get on your knees and open your cunt hole to me.” She opened her eyes and smiled as she turned over and got up on her hands and knees. Nguyet wiggled her hips at me and replied, “Is this what you’re looking for, darling? Get your prick in me.”

I moved behind her and rubbed the head of my cock along her soaking cunt lips, before feeding my fuck rod into her hungry cunt. Nguyet pushed back as the prick filled her, and wiggled her arse again to make sure that every inch was inside her hole. Nguyet looked over her shoulder at me, and I could clearly see the need in her eyes, as she pleaded, “Fuck me. Fuck my cunt.”

When I started shafting her, she lowered her head to rest it on the mattress and concentrated on receiving my cock, enjoying it as it rasped over her burning clit and slammed home. Her breathing became faster and she clenched her fists into the bed covers and moaned, “So big, so fuuuuuucking big. Fuck, I’m cuuuuuuuuuuumming again. UUUn ghhhhhhhhhh I’m creaming on that cock you’re fucking me with.”

As I’ve said elsewhere one of the advantages of being with Asian women is that compared to their men even a normal-sized cock like mine seems big.

I continued driving into her and felt the extra lubrication around my shaft as her cunt poured more fuck cream out of her hole. Her shuddering was intense and her head snapped up and her eyes flew open, as the full force of another massive climax sent her into orbit. Nguyet wailed, “Fuuuuuck. Fuuuuuuuck,” continuously. It took all her strength to keep her arms and legs rigid and maintain her doggie position while her long-neglected clit still shot waves of ecstasy through her. She gasped, “I can’t take any more. Fuck my arse. Stick your cock up my arse.”

“I’ve never done that. Zi Yilin won’t,” I muttered in response.

“Fuck what Zi Yilin doesn’t do. This is me, and I want it.”

I pulled my wet prick from her fuck hole and pushed it against her anal ring. My prick was soaking with her juices so much it was even dripping from my balls. She screamed and pushed back repeatedly as I tried to force my cock past her sphincter muscles. Even with her cunt cream on my cock, Nguyet’s backdoor was still tight, and I could feel her muscles grip my shaft as I screwed into her arse. Finally, I was in and sawing in and out of her back door and I could feel my orgasm start to build.

I reached around with my hand and massaged and ground her clit into her pubic bone causing her to scream again at this renewed assault on her overworked clit. As she spasmed to her third orgasm, I groaned, “Shit, here I cum,” and blasted my spunk deep into her arsehole.

A week later of constant fucking aided by slipups where I “accidentally” let out Zi Yilin’s derogatory opinion of Nguyet, I had a 41-year-old addicted to sex and proud to dress like a slut. And yes, a woman who, as described above, challenged Zi Yilin to a sexfight to replace her in my life. Reluctantly, Zi Yilin agreed after Nguyet threatened to spread the word that Zi Yilin had backed down from a challenge. At first Zi Yilin had tried to avoid it claiming Nguyet had nothing to lose but eventually, forced by Nguyet’s threats, they agreed on the terms. If Nguyet won Zi Yilin would divorce me. If Zi Yilin won Nguyet was her slave for a year.

Two days later Nguyet arrived at our house so the two of them could formalise what the contest would be. They decided each would eat the unresisting other woman until she orgasmed and the one that had lasted the longest would choose the actual contest.

Nguyet stood in front of Zi Yilin for a few seconds before slowly dropping to her knees and running her hands up both my wife’s thighs. When her fingers contacted the hem of Zi Yilin’s skirt, she pushed it up and found it was so tight that she had to use a seesaw motion to get it over her hips. Zi Yilin’s thong was now exposed and Nguyet studied the sheer, black, lingerie before she reached up and gripped the waistband and slowly pulled the thong down. When it was at her ankles, Zi Yilin raised one foot stepped free and then stood with her legs apart and waited for Nguyet to begin.

Kneeling back on her heels, Nguyet studied Zi Yilin’s slit before she reached up and gently ran her fingers through the black shaved triangle of pubic hair that covered the skin above her cunt. My wife stiffened slightly at her touch, but she quickly relaxed again and accepted Nguyet’s fingers as they moved down her sex, all the way to the bottom and then back up again. Nguyet could feel the hardness of Zi Yilin’s clit beneath the protective flesh and she gave it a little rub, causing her to twitch and moan.

Zi Yilin’s cunt lips were tightly closed and dry, giving the impression that she wasn’t aroused, but when Nguyet used both her hands to pull the lips apart, it was like breaching a dam. The Shanghai-born 44-year-old’s juices were bubbling inside her fuck tube and almost filling it up. When Nguyet pulled her lips open the love slime dripped out and quickly covered her hand.

“Jesus, you’re soaking. This will be soooooo easy” Nguyet exclaimed as she brought her fingers to her face and she added, “And you smell good.” She took a long sniff of her glistening fingers and then locked eyes with Zi Yilin as she pushed her fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean. “Taste good too,” she continued as she licked her lips and then raised her butt off her heels and raised herself onto her knees.

“Time begins now,” I said as the 2-minute warm-up time had passed.

“God, I haven’t eaten cunt for ages,” she said softly as she bent her head forward, and Zi Yilin felt an intense electric shock run up and down her spine as Nguyet’s tongue went up and down her outer lips. The small hairs on the back of Zi Yilin’s neck were standing on end and she groaned loudly as her opponent’s mouth tugged on her sex lips, pulling them away from her body and then releasing them with a loud slurp.

Responding to Nguyet’s mouth on her cunt Zi Yilin shuffled her feet further apart and squatted slightly as Nguyet licked up and down her hole in long strokes that always ended with a little pressure on the hard bud that was bursting out of its sheath. She took her tongue and swirled it around the dripping opening of Zi Yilin’s cunt causing the nerve endings there to fire signals to the pleasure centre of her brain. Zi Yilin was completely lost in the stimulation but she cried out when Nguyet pushed her tongue inside her hole, coating it with the thick lubricating love juice and bringing the older woman almost to orgasm.

The juices were dripping from Nguyet’s chin as she moved her face back slightly and fastened her lips over Zi Yilin’s erect clit. Sucking it into her mouth, she gently gripped it with her teeth and then repeatedly flicked her tongue across the surface. Zi Yilin’s breathing was ragged and her face was flushed as Nguyet’s tongue worked on her clit while with her free hand, she ripped open the front of Zi Yilin’s blouse and pushed her bra up to her neck as she played with her tits. Her fingers gripped and pulled at her throbbing nipples, adding to the older woman’s arousal, and Zi Yilin responded by pushing her cunt harder against Nguyet’s mouth as her climax approached.

Feeling the first shudder flash through Zi Yilin’s body, Nguyet plunged two fingers up my wife’s cunt and bit down onto her sensitive clit. Zi Yilin was in a heated frenzy, rotating her hips and grinding her sex into Nguyet’s face when she cried out loudly and started cumming. Nguyet sucked harder and harder on her clit as her hands milked her firm tits. Zi Yilin’s mouth hung open. Drool seeped out of the corner of her mouth, but it was nowhere near the amount of cum that was flowing out of her cunt. She convulsed and shook violently as her fuck tube contracted around Nguyet’s fingers and she was groaning continually as her head thrashed from side to side as she came completely.

It had taken 5 minutes 54 seconds and I could see Nguyet was delighted that she’d been able to bring her off so easily and she continued sucking on her clit and finger fucking her for another 30 seconds to hold her deep in orgasm and then pulled her face and fingers away to let her slump to the floor.

Although not required, Nguyet stripped fully, proudly flaunting her body. Her slit was shaven and the outer lips were already glistening and swollen with lust. The tip of her red, erect clit was just visible, poking out of its sheath. Zi Yilin dropped to her knees in front of her and went to work pushing her tongue between the Vietnamese’s cunt lips.

Confidently Nguyet parted her legs, threw back her head, and enjoyed Zi Yilin’s first touch, before placing her hands on the back of Zi Yilin’s head and pulling her face into her sex. Zi Yilin had her tongue deep inside Nguyet’s fuck hole and she moved her fingers onto her clit and began making small circles on top of the hard bud. I couldn’t see exactly what my wife was doing but I could tell from the way Nguyet was squirming that she was doing it well. When Nguyet started panting and moaning, Zi Yilin drew back her face, and keeping her fingers pressed firmly onto the Vietnamese woman’s clit, she pushed two fingers of her other hand into her cunt and worked them in and out.

With her head out of the way, I had the perfect view of Nguyet getting finger fucked and could see that Zi Yilin’s fingers were already thickly covered with Nguyet’s juices. As I watched, my fingers matched the same fast rhythm as Zi Yilin’s as I masturbated, beating my meat. Nguyet was in paradise, so she just closed her eyes and moaned loudly. The combination of fingers in her cunt and rubbing her clit were bringing her to an unavoidable climax and it was only a matter of when.

The intensity of her arousal built until her sex exploded and a shock wave rocketed through her body. She cried out as her muscles began to quiver and she slumped against Zi Yilin. She cried out again when Zi Yilin’s fingers pressed harder onto her clit shooting more waves of ecstasy into her flesh and this time her orgasm exploded. Her entire body convulsed and her cunt muscles clenched tightly around my wife’s fingers as her cum oozed out of her hole.

It was over. She had been bought to orgasm. The only thing was it had taken Zi Yilin 9 minutes 23 seconds to do it; just under 2 times longer than Nguyet had needed to make her cum. The younger Nguyet had won the right to choose their event.

She chose a 69 with the winner being the first to make the other cum twice or pull out of the contest. A nervous-looking Zi Yilin asked for a best of 3 different contests and Nguyet sneered, “You’ve seen what you’re in for. You think you can outlast me. That will only prolong it but not change the result. You can get ready to sign the divorce papers now. I already chose the first contest and for the second contest I select making the other cum 6 times using any way possible except fighting.”

Zi Yilin sucked in her breath as 6 was the maximum allowed in any single competition and Nguyet continued, “And now Greg will think of a number between 1 and 69 for the third.”

There are 69 different contests in the official All Asian Sexfight Championships. An apt number and chosen for the obvious reason. “27,” I said and Nguyet used the internet to find out it was a Hue sexfight, originating from the old capital Hue and the only Vietnamese sexfight that involves catfighting, although a modified version. I am sure she didn’t know I knew all 69 by heart but I do enjoy a sexfight with a bit of violence.

A confident Nguyet left to return to her flat and prepare for the contest in 8 hours.

That night my wife and I arrived at Nguyet’s Govt flat and when Nguyet opened the door, Zi Yilin removed her coat to reveal herself. She had spent the time preparing and was now dressed, if you could call it that, in a red sheer half-cup bra and matching thong. The triangle of material that made up the front of the G string was so small that her hard clit was almost visible over the waistband and her swollen sex lips bulged out both sides. She had been playing with herself in the car for the past half-hour to get in the mood and now she was more than ready. The small amount of material that made up her thong was soaked with her juices which also leaked to coat the inside of her thighs as she walked in the flat.

After her success two hours earlier, a confident Nguyet gently ran her fingers through Zi Yilin’s soft pubic hair and her other hand caressed and cupped her firm tits. She knew that she was ready for combat with the Shanghai Woman whose cunt she was fondling. The anticipation and excited feeling inside her cunt had begun as soon as she arrived home and it had intensified with every moment.

They locked into their 69 position and used their hands to explore before using their mouths. Nguyet felt the warm and wet feeling in Zi Yilin’s fuck tube as she slowly moved her fingertips until she touched her outer lips. Confident after their earlier clash that she could outlast the older 44-year-old Shanghai-born woman she gently stroked them, feeling the heat radiating out of Zi Yilin’s hole. She opened them up slightly and moved her finger until it was resting on the hard bud of her clit. It began to swell in response to her stimulation and Zi Yilin’s juices dripped out of her open cunt and onto the inside of her thighs.

My eyes were focused on the two women as I watched the slit juice drool its way down my wife’s legs. Once I called on them to start eating, they had to remain locked in the 69 till one came twice or pulled out.

Meanwhile, Zi Yilin’s fingers had also been exploring and she gripped Nguyet’s arse and pulled her nearer towards her face as her wet cum soaked fingers began to rub her clit in a side-to-side motion. As the 41-year-old gasped at this stimulation, I called start and Zi Yilin extended her tongue to Nguyet’s cunt and started licking. Soon Zi Yilin’s fingers were just a blur as they worked on Nguyet’s clit while her long, sinuous tongue moved noisily in and out of her dripping fuck hole.

Nguyet was close to cumming. Very close. My Chinese wife Zi Yilin had her mouth glued over the Vietnamese’s clit and two fingers flashing in and out of her cunt. Nguyet in response was lapping at Zi Yilin’s cunt and had her index finger knuckle deep in her arsehole. Both women had already nearly climaxed and they were intent on making the other cum twice and achieve victory. Nothing mattered but the satisfaction of victory over the other. I was playing my part, stroking my prick as I watched the two women fuck.