I know many strong women who know what they want and aren’t afraid to go out and get it. I don’t write about timid women who meekly accept what li...e deals out, but rather ‘damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead.’ This story is definitely that category. Incest, but very unconventional to what most people probably expect. I actually wrote Part 1 of East Meets West nearly two years ago. And kept feeling something was missing. I don’t know how the creative process works for others, but for me I get a. Initially I was hesitated as this was a great taboo in our society. Wife in our society is a pious thing which is kept devoted whole her life to one man, while the man are rather at liberty. I was however in fantasy to watch my wife having sex with other man, so I permitted her. She kissed me passionately and told me that any day she will do this and tell me the whole story. I was little afraid and concerned with her security. She told me that she can take care of herself and will proceed to it. Curiosity got the best of me and I stepped around the shrubs and headed toward the restroom. As I had suspected the right hand door was for males. I paused for a moment but it occurred to me I had every right to walk into a men's restroom, and while not in a bind I could use a pee after my sport drink.I walked quietly up to the door and tried to stealthily open it. There weather hinges squeaked in protest so any chance of catching her unaware was gone. There was a partition by the door that. With a nervous glance at the clock on the wall, she got back to work. As she cleaned she ran through the previous night’s events in her mind. Sammie thought it had gone pretty well but if Master was not completely satisfied with her preparations or her performance, she would hear about it. The work really started several weeks prior to the event. There were two guest lists to prepare and corresponding invitations to send out. The first list was easy; Master would invite all of the other.