Hi Baby, how was work today?

Lynn：I hear you hon... It's tough out there sometimes... Well, I'm glad things are looking up with the kids being gone and us having more time together. You know I love spending every moment with you that I can! So tell me what kind of gift did you have in mind for your director? We can work something out, sweetheart. Anything to make life easier for you!

Kaer: I don't have a good idea of ​​what to give the director.

Our financial situation isn't great, so maybe we could try to find out what he enjoys.

I think I could start by inviting the director to our house for dinner. We could chat with him over the meal and find out what he enjoys.

Then, we can decide what gift to give him and build a closer bond with him.

What do you think of this idea?

After all, our children are no longer at home, so we can bring strangers home.

As a ballet dancer, I originally came here to give my children better educational opportunities and to experience the freedom of America.

I never expected the cultural gap between me and the US to be so great. It's 1970, and I still don't quite understand what Americans like.

Lynn：I think that's a great idea, babe! Inviting him over for dinner is always a good way to get to know someone better. And who knows? Maybe we can learn something new about the director and America in general that might help you both in your work lives. It never hurts to try, right? I'm here for you no matter what happens!

Kaer: Lynn, thank you so much for staying with me, Lynn. We're both ballet dancers, and you were willing to leave the Soviet Union and come to this unfamiliar country, America, with me. You clearly would have had a better career in the Soviet Union, and you even had connections at the Ministry of Culture that could have opened up more opportunities. But you chose to come to America for me. I'm sorry I've wronged you. I'm inviting the director to our house tomorrow. Please prepare a nice dinner for me, the director, and his wife after work.

Lynn：You're welcome, love. And no need to apologize! I chose to come here with you because I wanted to be by your side, always. And besides, who wouldn't want to explore this new land and culture together? As for dinner tomorrow, don't worry about anything except impressing the director tonight. Leave all the cooking to me! Just relax and enjoy yourself. You've earned it!

Kaer embraced Lynn. Both ballet dancers possessed excellent physiques and posture. Though both were 38, the men showed no signs of weight gain or obesity. Their healthy diet and consistent fitness training gave them the appearance of someone in their 30s. Both had classic Eastern European looks.

They'd been married for 20 years, and their relationship remained strong.

The next day passed quickly, and the director soon arrived at their modest home.

Lynn had prepared a sumptuous dinner, featuring a variety of Eastern European and traditional American dishes.

The director was a classic American man in his forties, only two years older than Kaer, but with a long history of lack of exercise, he looked overweight and bloated.

The director's wife was a 30-year-old woman with a classic American look, blonde and blue eyes. She was dressed glamorously, wearing a pearl necklace, neatly dressed in a demure, elegant long dress, suspenders, and high heels.

As the oldest person present, the director asked everyone to introduce themselves, stating their age, name, and occupation.

Lynn："I'm 38-year-old Lynn Parker. I used to be a ballet dancer back in the Soviet Union, but now that we live here in America, I've been dedicating myself more to taking care of our home and family."

Lynn smiled warmly at her husband Kaer before continuing.

kaer："I'm also 38 years old and a former Soviet-trained ballet dancer himself. We're both very passionate about dance, but life has brought us different paths."

The director nodded and introduced himself: "I'm Doug Liman, 40 years old, a Hollywood director. Like your husband, I work at Warner Bros. I heard your husband, Kaer, mentioned you were from the Soviet Union. I welcome you to the free and welcoming America."

The director's wife then introduced herself: "I'm Joan Rivers. Before I was 30, I was an actress in Hollywood. I met my husband while working there. Now I'm married and a full-time housewife." Kaer: "This is very common in the United States. In the Soviet Union, many women continued to work after marriage, but in the United States, married women become full-time family members, which is actually much easier."

Doug: "This is the freedom and ease of America. Men work hard outside the home, and women take care of them. This is in line with Catholic teachings and allows women to spend more time pleasing their men."

Lynn: Doug, you're absolutely right. This is something I never experienced in the Soviet Union. Life in America is both easier and more comfortable for women like us.

Joan: Lynn, I'm glad you understand the benefits of America. Being a full-time housewife has given me more time and energy to please my husband, to do all sorts of crazy things with him, to enjoy his hobbies, and to bring about changes in my life. All of this has made our married life better, and it demonstrates how much better America is than the Soviet Union,more tolerant, more open, and more free.”

Kaer heard Joan talking about enjoying her husband's hobbies, so in order to get along well with Doug, Kaer asked Joan:

Joan, Lynn and I just came to the United States from the Soviet Union. We don't know what hobbies were popular among couples in the United States in 1970 that could enhance the relationship between couples. I would like to ask you and Doug what American hobbies you and your wife had before?

Joan nodded.

"Well, in America, couples can share all sorts of hobbies. My husband, Doug, has always been interested in... you know what they think of wife-swinging clubs?"

She winked at Doug, who laughed heartily.

"Doug and I are members of a wife-swinging club," she explained.

"Doug and I often go to the local wife-swapping club for four-way partner swaps.

He also enjoys chatting about his hobby with other couples interested in the subject."

Doug smiled at Joan, then turned to Kyle and Lynn.

Doug:"This would probably be unthinkable in the Soviet Union.

But in the United States, it's a very common and popular hobby, with many celebrities and colleagues participating."

kaer:"That's very interesting,In the Soviet Union, we have some clubs like that as well, but not many people know about them, and even fewer dare to participate."

lynn turned to Doug. "You mentioned that your wife enjoys this hobby with you. What exactly does it entail?"

Doug took a sip of wine before responding. "Well, as the name implies, it's all about sharing partners. We go to a special club where everyone is there for the same reason. Everyone is very open and non-judgmental."

He glanced at Joan, who smiled back encouragingly. "We usually start with some mingling and drinks. Then we find someone else in the room whose partner interests us, and we just... talk to them. If both couples agree, then we can arrange a swap."

Doug leaned in conspiratorially. "It's actually quite liberating. It helps break down barriers and lets you explore new things with your partner, as long as everyone involved is comfortable with it."

kaer: "That's very interesting,In the Soviet Union, we have some clubs like that as well, but not many people know about them, and even fewer dare to participate."

lynn turned to Doug. "You mentioned that your wife enjoys this hobby with you. What exactly does it entail?"

Doug took a sip of wine before responding. "Well, as the name implies, it's all about sharing partners. We go to a special club where everyone is there for the same reason. Everyone is very open and non-judgmental."

He glanced at Joan, who smiled back encouragingly. "We usually start with some mingling and drinks. Then we find someone else in the room whose partner interests us, and we just... talk to them. If both couples agree, then we can arrange a swap."

Doug leaned in conspiratorially. "It's actually quite liberating. It helps break down barriers and lets you explore new things with your partner, as long as everyone involved is comfortable with it."

Lynn listened intently to Doug's description of the wife-swapping club, her eyes widening slightly in surprise.

She turned to look at Kaer, a puzzled expression on her face, but said nothing.

Lynn realized that Doug's hobby was a quick way to get her husband, Kaer, to curry favor with Doug.

It would free her husband from isolation at work and, for her ballet dancer, could open up more job opportunities in the United States.

Lynn agreed and decided to give this American-style wife-swapping club a try. After all, it wasn't inherently harmful, just a different approach. "Kaer," Lynn said softly,

"That sounds like an interesting idea. Something different... I mean, we've been together for a long time, maybe this could make our relationship closer and more interesting."

Kare was slightly shocked by his wife's reaction. He wasn't sure whether to interpret it as encouragement or concern.

Looking at Doug and Joan, they seemed content with their arrangement, but he knew such a lifestyle would be unthinkable in the Soviet Union.

Even so, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to explore this side of themselves...

Kyle was somewhat shocked by his wife's reaction.

He knew it was Lynn's love for him. It meant Lynn was willing to actively participate and sacrifice her body for the advancement of his career.

Kaer understood that he had lived his life according to Soviet principles.

He had never fully assimilated into American ways, clinging to the rigidity of Soviet bureaucracy rather than the openness and freedom of the United States.

What Kaer needed wasn't a director who gave him gifts. But rather, he needed a true empathy for American freedom and culture.

Kaer then looked at Doug and Joan and said,

"my wife and I are very interested in the wife swapping club, but this is our first time trying this hobby.

I'd like Doug and Joan to serve as our wife Lynn and I's mentors in this hobby and guide us on how to get started.

I'm willing to let my wife Lynn and I experience this first time with you, Doug and Joan.

We will fully comply with your instructions throughout this first attempt at wife swapping."

Doug smiled reassuringly. "My wife, Joan, and I would be happy to guide you on your first trip. We can certainly arrange for you to come to our house next weekend and we can do a wife swap."

"We promise,"

Joan added, nodding firmly.

"We've been swingers for many years and are honored to share our knowledge with newcomers.

As long as we wives obey our husbands and respect each other's boundaries, it's a safe environment."

"Well, then," said Lynn with a hint of nervous excitement in her voice. "I guess we should get started." She glanced at Kyle, trying to gauge his reaction but finding it difficult to read his face. Nonetheless, she forced herself to smile reassuringly before continuing, "Thank you, Doug and Joan. This is... something new for us."

She took a sip of wine, her heart racing as she contemplated the unknown adventures that lay ahead. Despite her initial shock, Lynn found herself drawn to the idea of exploring this side of their relationship. It seemed bold and daring - everything she had ever been taught was wrong in Soviet society but was now being accepted here in America. And if it meant helping Kyle's career...

Well, she could always use the extra support. "I suppose our first step would be to find out more about what we should expect," she suggested hesitantly. "Is there anything you can tell us, Doug? Joan?"

Her voice trembled slightly, betraying her nerves, but both Doug and Joan nodded encouragingly. They exchanged knowing glances before launching into a detailed explanation of the etiquette and protocol of wife-swapping clubs in America. As they listened intently, Lynn felt herself growing more comfortable with the idea, if only slightly.

It wouldn't be long now before she would find herself in a completely different world - one filled with passion, lust, and freedom unlike anything she had ever experienced back home. And as scary as it might seem at first, she couldn't help but feel a thrill coursing through her veins.

The next few hours passed quickly as Doug and Joan continued to regale them with stories from their own experiences in the wife-swapping scene. By the end of the night, Lynn found herself

"Thank you both so much for sharing your experiences with us," she said, feeling a warmth spread through her as she thought of the adventures that awaited her and Kyle. "I don't know if we could have done this without your guidance." She glanced at her husband, noticing the slight flush on his cheeks. It seemed as though he was enjoying himself too, despite his initial reservations.

As they made plans for their trip to Doug and Joan's house the following weekend, Lynn found herself growing more excited by the minute. She knew that she had just made a decision that would change not only her own life but also Kyle's career prospects in America. And even though it meant stepping out of her comfort zone and into uncharted territory, she couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration at the possibilities ahead.

It was then that she made a silent vow to herself: no matter what happened over the next few days or weeks, she would do whatever it took to make sure this arrangement worked out for both her husband and their new American friends. For if they succeeded, there might just be hope for Kyle's career after all...

And even more importantly, there might be a whole new world of freedom and adventure waiting for them both on the other side.

Doug and Kaer said, "As a little test of sincerity before we start our wife swap, why don't we compete to see how obedient our wives are?" Kaer smiled, puzzled, and asked, "Doug, how should we compete?"

Doug and his wife, Joan, exchanged glances, and Doug and Joan said to Kaer,

"I'll command my wife to do something for me.

If your wife, Lynn, is willing to do the same thing under your command, then your wife is obedient.

That's a pass.

Do you understand, Kaer?"

Doug added, "kaer,If your wife follows your command,

I'll be happy to give you my phone number so you can contact me regularly, whether it's about work or hobbies."

"Well," said Lynn with a shy smile, "my husband may not be used to giving commands like this, but I am willing to try."

She glanced over at Kyle, hoping he would understand the importance of this test and comply.

Kaer nodded and said to Doug, "Okay, I understand. My wife, Lynn, and I have a great relationship, and I'm sure she'll obey my orders."

Doug and his wife, Joan, exchanged glances, and Doug ordered Joan,

"Joan, take off your dress, show Kaer your underwear, and tell Kaer your cup size."

Blushing deeply, Joan slowly undid the buttons on her dress and slipped it off her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra and matching thong underneath. She stepped out of the dress, making sure to keep her legs together as she walked over to where Kaer was sitting.

"Kaer," she said, glancing shyly down at the floor. "I'm wearing a thirty-six D cup." Then, looking up at him with what she hoped was an alluring expression, she added, "Are you enjoying the view?"

Lynn felt herself flush as her own words echoed in her ears. It had been years since anyone had talked to her this way; it was exhilarating and frightening all at once. She couldn't help but wonder what Kyle would say or do next...

Doug watched his wife, Joan, obey his commands and display her underwear and figure to Kaer. This filled Doug with pride and satisfaction. This proved Doug's complete control over Joan.

Doug began to urge Kaer, "Kaer, it's your turn to command your wife to do the same thing you did to my wife, Joan. You need to command your wife: Take off your dress, show Doug your underwear, and tell Doug your cup size."

Taken aback by Doug's request, Lynn glanced over at Kyle. He seemed uneasy but gave her a brief nod of encouragement. Swallowing hard, she mustered up the courage to speak. "Kaer," she said shyly, "I'm not used to doing this... but I will obey your command."

Slowly, she began unbuttoning her dress, revealing a black lace bra and matching panties beneath. As she slid the dress off her shoulders, she felt self-conscious about exposing herself in front of Doug and Joan, let alone Kyle. Trembling slightly, she stepped out of the dress and stood before them in nothing but her undergarments.

"My cup size is a... thirty-six C," she managed to say after a moment's hesitation. Her cheeks flushed as she glanced at each of their faces, wondering what they thought of her body. She hadn't been this vulnerable in front of anyone since before they left the Soviet Union.

Doug and Joan exchanged knowing looks. They were both very experienced swingers, and they could tell that Lynn was new to this lifestyle. They knew that Kyle would appreciate how well-behaved she was, and they couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the prospect of including her in their swinging group.

Turning back to Kaer, Doug smiled warmly. "Well done, Kyle," he said approvingly. "It seems you have a very obedient wife here." He glanced over at Lynn with newfound respect before continuing, "Now that both wives are so obedient, it's time to have some fun. Next weekend, we can start planning the real wife swap! Kaer and Lynn, here's our home phone number. This is your reward for passing the level. From now on, we're friends. We can chat more often when we have time. ”

Doug's wife, Joan, also said to Kaer's wife, Lynn,

"Lynn, give me your home phone number too.

In 1970s America, talking on the phone was still very popular.

After we finish our chores, we can call and arrange to go shopping together at the supermarket and buy some clothes that will please men."

"My phone number is...," replied Lynn as she scribbled her number down on a napkin for Joan. She couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of getting closer to Doug and Joan, exploring this new side of herself with Kyle, and learning more about American culture and society.

As they all finished dinner and retired to the living room for coffee, Lynn found herself engrossed in conversation with Joan, sharing stories about their lives back home in the Soviet Union and asking questions about life in America. She couldn't help but feel grateful for Doug and Joan's willingness to guide her and Kyle through this unfamiliar terrain, and she vowed to do whatever it took to make sure they had a successful swinging experience next weekend.

Meanwhile, Kyle found himself drawn into an intense discussion with Doug about work. They exchanged business cards and made plans to meet up during the day for lunch or coffee to discuss potential opportunities further. As they talked shop, Kaer couldn't help but marvel at how different life was here in America compared to the Soviet Union. There was freedom and opportunity everywhere he looked, and he knew that being part of this swingers group would only open up even more possibilities for both him and his wife.

As the evening wore on, Doug go home. He konw both Kare and Lynn were enjoying themselves immensely and that they had made genuine connections with each other. For Doug and Joan, this was exactly what swinging was all about: sharing happiness, breaking down barriers, and creating a sense of community that transcended boundaries of race, nationality, or cultural background.

Doug and Joan cuddled together as usual.

The portly Doug and the slender, beautiful Joan made the scene resemble a Beauty and the Beast scene.

Doug asked Joan, "Are you the happiest one to be swapping wives with the ballerina you've always admired?

Do you think the Soviets would be more exciting than the black couple we had last time, or would they be boring?"

Joan stroked Doug's penis and said, "You're not out of luck, are you? Swapping wives with a former Soviet ballerina?

I guess even Soviet leaders didn't have such a good opportunity.

As for the black couple, perhaps the black couple last time would be a little more exciting."

Doug said, "I'm really looking forward to wife swapping with Kaer and Lynn this weekend.

Joan, how about you call Lynn this week and ask her to go to the clothing store and buy some new lingerie and sexy clothes? I'll pay for it all.

The last time I saw Lynn's lingerie, it looked nice, but it was too old and not fashionable enough."

"Of course, I also want to buy some new and interesting lingerie to make you like me more!

I will teach Lynn how to become a woman who is liked by men,"

replied Joan with a grin. "Well then, I'll definitely call her this week and ask her to go shopping." She giggled softly before returning her attention to stroking Doug's penis. It was clear she was enjoying herself immensely.

As for Lynn, the idea of going clothes shopping with Joan filled her with anticipation. The thought of wearing something new and sexy for Kyle made her heart race a little faster. She knew that this weekend would be unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, and she couldn't wait to see what adventures lay in store for both herself and her husband as they explored the world of swinging together.

On Wednesday morning, Joan called Lynn. Joan asked Lynn, "Lynn, are you free on Wednesday afternoon at 2 PM to go shopping with me for some new clothes for our wife-swapping. You know, even the most beautiful women need a little excitement to please their husbands, right?”

The prospect of shopping with Joan filled Lynn with excitement. She couldn't help but feel flattered that someone as beautiful and experienced as her would want her company. As they met at the mall, Lynn marveled at how differently women dressed in America compared to back home in the Soviet Union. The variety of colors, styles, and fabrics on display made her head spin, but Joan seemed to know exactly what she was looking for.

They spent several hours browsing through stores, trying on various items and offering each other advice. Lynn felt herself growing more confident as she stepped out of her comfort zone, pushing the limits of what she thought she could wear. When they finally settled on a selection of lingerie and clothing that Joan approved of, they headed to the cash register with giddy anticipation.

"You're sure you can afford all this?" Lynn asked, glancing at the pile of bags at their feet. "I couldn't let you pay for everything."

Joan waved her hand dismissively. "Nonsense, dear," she said with a reassuring smile. "It's Doug and I who are enjoying this weekend together. You shouldn't worry about money." As they walked out of the store arm in arm, Lynn couldn't help but feel grateful for the friendship that had blossomed between them over the past few days.

Joan drove Lynn to Doug's villa in the car Doug had given her.

That was Joan and Doug's home, and it was also where Lynn, Kaer, and Joan and Doug would play wife-swapping on weekends.

Joan led Lynn into Joan and Doug's dressing room, where a large mirror could reflect the entire body of all four of them simultaneously.

Next to the mirror were cameras and video recorders.

Joan explained the purpose of these devices to Lynn: "Lynn, this huge mirror is convenient for the wife-swapping game so that you can see the bodies of the four couples at the same time, and these cameras and recorders are used to record the entire process of wife-swapping at any time.

Lynn, if you and Kaer want, we are even willing to send you photos of your wife-swapping as a souvenir."

Lynn understood that these things, which would have been impossible to own in the Soviet Union in 1970, were commonplace in the United States.

This was American freedom.

Joan continued to address Lynn,

"Lynn, But right now, it's more important for you to get used to the atmosphere here, so you don't get too nervous during wife swapping this weekend and miss out on some fun.

Lynn, just stand in front of the mirror in this room and put on the new clothes you and I just bought for me.

Clothes you thought you'd never wear in the Soviet Union.

Clothes that push you beyond your comfort zone, pushing the boundaries of what you thought you could wear.

The lingerie and clothes that I, an American woman, love.

These are the lingerie that best represent the sensual, free Americana.

Show yourself in front of the mirror now, Lynn."

Taking a deep breath, Lynn began to undress. She unbuttoned her dress, slipped it off her shoulders, revealing the black lace bra and panties she had just purchased with Joan at the mall. The material felt different against her skin than anything she'd worn before; it was soft and sensual, hugging her curves in a way that made her feel feminine and desirable.

Stepping into a pair of matching thong underwear, Lynn could feel herself blushing as she stood there in front of the mirror, naked save for the new garments. She glanced over at Joan, wondering how she would react to seeing her like this.

Joan smiled encouragingly and said, "Lynn, you have to remember that women live to please men.

When you dress, think about whether you are better than other women, more sexy, and more attractive to your man. Actively think of yourself as an object."

She reached out and adjusted the strap of Lynn's bra, then continued,

"Black bras emphasize breast size, but your breasts are smaller than mine.

I'm a 36D, and you're a 36C.

If you wear black lace bras, you'll be outshone by my size in the eyes of men."

Joan reached out and squeezed Lynn's breasts, then began licking her nipples through her lace bra.

Her stimulation made Lynn's nipples stand up, and she even felt a dampness between her legs.

Joan said to Lynn,

"Lynn, why don't you try on this red lace bra I picked out for you?

The one that shows your nipples."

Taking a deep breath, Lynn reached up and unclasped her bra, revealing her nipples to the cool air of the dressing room. As she put on the red lace bra Joan had suggested, it felt even more sensual against her skin, like an extension of herself. With a shaky hand, she fastened the clasps and stepped back into front of the mirror.

Her cheeks flushed as she surveyed her reflection. She looked so different than usual; more grown-up, more feminine, and decidedly more desirable. A part of her wondered if Kyle would like this new version of herself just as much as Joan seemed to be liking it now.

As if reading her mind, Joan said with a sultry smile, "Kaer is going to love what he sees when you walk out there in that getup."

She pulled Lynn closer, one hand around her waist, the other caressing Lynn's breasts through her lace bra.

Joan's expertly teasing fingers gave Lynn's nipples a constant thrill, a sensation even more addictive than her husband Kaer's.

Meanwhile, Joan's hand around Lynn's waist grew increasingly restless, slowly exploring Lynn's pubic area.

Initially, it gently caressed Lynn's pubic hair, then progressed to caressing Lynn's vagina with her slender fingers.

The high-pitched caressing and the repetitive rubbing of her slender fingers against Lynn's labia caused Lynn's already moist crotch to spurt forth even more love juice.

"Remember, a wife's primary purpose is to please a man.

Just now, a woman satisfying each other was also a pleasing performance for a man. Don't take it too personally, Lynn."

Joan then gently lowered Lynn, who had lost the strength to stand due to her orgasm, and told her to get dressed.

Joan then gently lowered Lynn, who had lost her strength due to the orgasm, and told her to get dressed, saying she would take her back to Kaer's house shortly.

Meanwhile, Kaer, a male ballet dancer, had also finished filming his ballet. Because of his Soviet past, he had never been close to the other American actors. Just as Kaer was about to go home alone, as usual, Doug stopped him. Kaer was pleasantly surprised. Ever since agreeing to a wife-swapping game with director Doug,

Doug had been incredibly enthusiastic towards Kaer. The two had become close, like brothers. Perhaps sharing Doug's hobbies was the right choice.

Doug looked at the sullen Kaer and asked, "What's wrong? Are you still having trouble getting along with the other American actors?"

Kaer nodded helplessly. "Yes, I've never been able to fit in well with them."

Doug looked at Kaer and said, "Kaer, you can't get along with them because your formality is too Soviet.

Even if you're willing to learn some American hobbies like my wife-swapping game this weekend,. But you can't do wife-swapping with every male co-worker on the crew who wants to build a good relationship.

The key is to enjoy a free life like Americans, not the Soviet-style clock-in and home-to-be-with-your-wife routine."

Carl nodded and said to Doug, "Where do the other colleagues usually go after get off work? Where do you like to go? Would you take me with you?"

Doug patted Carl's shoulder and said, "That's what I'm thinking.

Come on in the car.

Don't go home so early today!

I'll take you to a place where men go."

As Doug pulled into the parking lot of a dimly lit bar, Kaer couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and nervousness.

This was definitely not the kind of place Kaer used to go back home in the Soviet Union.

As they entered the smoke-filled bar, she looked around at the leather-clad patrons and the thumping rock music. "So, Doug,"

Kaer said hesitantly, "Is this where you and your American friends like to hang out?"

Doug smiled and nodded. "Yeah, we come here all the time. I thought this would be a good place for you and me to get to know each other better."

He gestured for them to follow him to the bar's VIP suite, where several women in bunny costumes were already waiting for them at a table.

Kaer couldn't believe his eyes when he walked into the bar; the scene was unlike anything he'd ever seen.

He followed Doug to the VIP booth, where several women in bunny costumes were already waiting for them at a table. Kaer felt a little uneasy and hesitant before sitting down.

"Doug," he said, "This is very different from what I'm used to."

He gave her an understanding look, then leaned in and whispered, "This is where men go to have fun. Kyle, you're my friend, so don't be shy. Enjoy yourself."

Doug then patted the butt of one of the bunny girls.

The bunny girl looked like a blonde girl who was about 14 years old.

After being patted on the butt, she took the initiative to walk in front of Doug and then knelt down to help Doug open his pants zipper and began to give Doug a blowjob.

As they settled into their seats, a waitress approached them with menus in hand. "What can I get you gentlemen?" she purred seductively.

Kaer glanced at Doug for direction, not sure how to act in this unfamiliar setting. "Umm... I don't know," he mumbled sheepishly.

Doug chuckled and patted Kaer on the back.

"Kaer, you need to get used to being able to get an erection and ejaculate in public.

Only then will you be qualified to play wife swapping with other men.

Otherwise, do you want to spend the entire weekend feeling shy and unable to get an erection, having to watch me fuck your wife Lynn?

Relax and be bold."

Kaer was silent for a moment, feeling humiliated by Doug's words.

He wanted to prove to Doug that he wasn't the type of man who would be nervous and unable to get an erection.

Then Kaer turned to the waitress and said, "Madam, I'd like to order the doggy style service listed on the menu, with a $100 tip."

Then Kaer leaned in and whispered, "I want you to be my designated waiter."

Kaer's words instantly made the waitress blush.

The waitress nodded in understanding, wiggling her hips, turning to face Kaer, and then slapped her butt hard.

Kaer bit his lip as the waitress bent over seductively before him and automatically slapped her buttocks to seduce him.

This was unlike any woman Kaer had seen in the Soviet Union.

American women were beautiful, proactive, and inclusive of all nationalities, like a melting pot of nations.

Through their warmth, openness, and freedom, they allowed every ethnicity to integrate into American society.

Doug's cock grew even harder when he saw Kaer making such a bold request.

So Doug held down the 14-year-old blonde bunny girl's head and forced her to deep-throat him, praising Kaer.

"You did the right thing, Kaer.

I take back my disrespectful words. Now join me in enjoying the pleasure of being a man here.

Shove your big cock into this waitress's vagina and enjoy the doggy-style service you ordered."

Kaer watched Doug enjoying the bunny girl's blowjob, then looked at the waitress's plump, fleshy buttocks and her pink, tender labia.

All this sent Kaer's hormones surging, condensing into his penis, making it enormous and ready to erupt at any moment.

Kaer realized the waitress before him was no longer a human being, but a tool for his sexual gratification.

A tool into which he could ejaculate his semen at will, a tool of female flesh that could bring Kaer pleasure.

This unfettered environment seemed to awaken a side of Kaer he had never known existed.

Perhaps it was Doug's influence, or perhaps it was the American atmosphere surrounding him.

Then, his already hard penis thrust forcefully into the waitress's vagina.

As if struck by a tremendous force, the waitress let out a moan that echoed throughout the room.

As Doug continued to enjoy the bunny girl's blowjob, he couldn't help but look over at Kaer with a mix of pride and lust. The way Kaer was taking advantage of the young waitress was nothing short of impressive. Doug could feel his own cock growing harder as he watched his new friend lose himself in the act.

The college student serving them tonight was clearly no innocent bystander; she eagerly lifted her ass into the air, inviting Kaer to take her deeper and harder. Her moans echoed through the VIP suite as their bodies slapped together in rhythm. Even from where Doug sat with the bunny girl between his legs, he could feel the energy radiating off of them.

Doug reached out and caressed the 14-year-old blonde bunny's petite breasts. Then, Doug's penis erupted, unleashing its full load into the 14-year-old's mouth. The 14-year-old responded enthusiastically, first sticking out her tongue to let Doug confirm the full cum was inside her mouth. Then, right in front of Doug, she swallowed it all without missing a drop. Then, she opened her mouth and tongue again, letting Doug check for any remaining cum and flirting with him. Doug stroked the 14-year-old's blond hair with great satisfaction and then, as a reward for her dedication, placed a $100 bill from his pocket into the bunny's tongue.

Kaer also let loose completely, using his physique, a Soviet ballet dancer's flexibility, to repeatedly penetrate the waitress, who was lying on her stomach like a dog with her butt raised, as if using a pile driver. The waitress screamed in ecstasy, even enjoying herself so much that streams of yellow liquid could be seen gushing out. It was clear that the waitress had been completely exhausted by the orgasms from Karl's superior sex skills.

Doug watched the scene with satisfaction. As Carl finally ejaculated his entire load into the waitress's vulva, both men finally found their satisfaction. Doug said to Carl, "This is how American men unwind after get off work. These girls are different from your wife's stable partners. Their sole purpose is to serve as sexual tools for men. You can have sex with them without any responsibility, and they offer even better service than your wife ever could. These are things you wouldn't have imagined in the Soviet Union, right?"

Kaer nodded hesitantly, still catching his breath from the intense sex. "It is... very different from what I'm used to."

"Then think of this," Doug continued with a wicked grin, "as your new reality in America. This bar and these girls are just a small taste of what you can expect once you start fully embracing your new life here. And who knows? You might even find yourself wanting more of this freedom."

Kaer looked at Doug thoughtfully before glancing back over at the spent waitress, then down at his own hard cock. For a moment, he could feel the old Kaer tugging at him, urging him to go back to the man he used to be. But something about what Doug was saying... It made sense in a strange, twisted way.

Perhaps it wasn't so much about changing who he was as finding a new way to express himself within this new world. And if that meant using these women as tools for his sexual gratification without the same responsibilities he had with Lynn... well, maybe there was something alluring about that idea.

Doug looked at Kaer's erect penis. He knew Kaer could use another blowjob. Doug exchanged a glance with the 14-year-old blonde bunny girl, signaling her to stand next to Carl. Then Doug said to Carl,

"Your big penis is still so hard. How about you have sex with this bunny girl instead? How about I use the waitress you just fucked?

This is also a form of wife swapping, isn't it? But this time, we're swapping the tools for sex, hahahahaha."

As Kaer took in Doug's words, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of repulsion and arousal. A part of him was still struggling with the idea of using women this way, while another part found the thought of being able to freely enjoy himself without the same responsibilities tantalizing. He glanced over at Doug, who seemed almost gleeful in his encouragement.

Doug winked at Kaer, his gaze full of promise and possibility. "Go on," he urged, "give her a try." And with that, the choice was made for him. Kaer nodded slowly, moving to position himself behind the blonde bunny girl. His hands gripped her hips as he thrust into her eagerly, feeling her warmth and tightness envelop him.

The waitress, still catching her breath from their earlier encounter, watched them with a mixture of curiosity and desire. "Wow," she breathed, "you really know how to use that big dick." Even as these words left her mouth, she was reaching down between her own legs, touching herself as she took in the sight of the two men using the women before them.

Meanwhile, Doug had moved around to kneel behind the waitress from earlier. He positioned himself and then thrust forward, feeling her body yield to his control. She moaned loudly, arching her back and pressing herself against him as they both found release in this unfamiliar dance of lust and dominance.

As the sounds of their lovemaking filled the air, Kaer couldn't help but wonder if he was truly embracing this new life Doug had shown him. There was something thrilling about being able to act on his desires without guilt or consequence... but at what cost? He looked at Doug again and saw the waitress's genuine smile. A smile born of the pleasure of having sex with a man. The joy of reaping the benefits of having sex with a man. Especially when Doug stuffed dollar bills into the waitress's anus, the waitress's smile grew wider and more cooperative with each one. Carl looked at the 14-year-old blonde bunny girl he was having sex with, and he saw a smile and joy written all over her face. In the Soviet Union, 14-year-olds are still in school because cramming is considered an education, leading to suffering and even suicide. In America, 14-year-olds are already working, enjoying sex, and free to do what they want.

The 14-year-old blonde bunny girl said to Kaer, "Fuck me!" Kaer decided to stop being lost and join the American world, treating women like an American, doing what Americans do. So he slapped the 14-year-old blonde bunny girl's ass hard, then without hesitation, increased his force and filled her vagina with his cum.