Author; Ace, Storyace

title; Privathi

codes; M/F, M/F, interr, rom  

Part 1 of 1

Summery; He meets her again after 2 years, and is still in love with her. But she's moved on in many ways; can he win her back?

storyace@hotmail.com

Privathi, by Ace. M/F

Veronica met me at the door.  What a sexy babe.

She was nearly as tall as I. Blond, large breasts, narrow hips.  Dressed to the nines, of course.  Her makeup was perfect, her jewelry expensive.  She looked like just about everything I needed on one plate.

I was back home in London after five years in China; and I was broke.  Hopefully, no one yet knew that I was broke.

When I had left, I was worth about 3 million pounds; 3 million pounds that I had earned myself.  Good God, what an arrogant twit I was, I thought I was a genius; a man who earns 3 million pounds must be one. Or maybe he's just had some luck.

"Gary!  How good to see you."  Said Veronica, smiling at me through a small fortune in periodontal work. "I heard you were back.  Glynn told me."

In that case, she probably also realized how I knew about her party; she had phoned to invite my host, Glynn, and I'd heard the message as she left it on his answering machine.

"This is quite a coincidence."  Veronica continued, taking my coat, "I think Privathi is coming.  I invited Henry Cunningham, and he's seeing her you know, and he said he'd  try to bring her tonight. She probably won't come, it really isn't her kind of thing, is it?  She never had much interest in society, always too busy with her academic work.  Anyway, I hope if she does come, it won't be awkward."

Ha.  Veronica would love it to be awkward; she comes from a class of people with little else to do but gossip.  Awkward reunions make for great gossip.

I wondered if Privathi would really come.  I wondered what it would be like to see her again.  Thinking of her brought back the memories of better days;

I had been spending some time in Bangkok, working on arranging the deal that would earn me my fortune.  Privathi was working as a waitress at the hotel bar.

It's always difficult, when people ask me how I met her.  As most people know, "Bangkok bar girl" means prostitute.  Privathi was not a prostitute, I want to state that loud and clear.  She was a respectable girl from a respectable family, working in a five-star hotel mainly for some work experience and to improve her English.

Anyone who works, or has tried to work, in the Third World will know that waiting is a big part of it.  I was hanging around in that hotel in Bangkok for three or four weeks, with nothing to do and no one to talk to.  Except Privathi.

As the cocktail waitress, talking to me was her job.  As a lonely male, picking her up and seducing her was my job.

Women are a dime a dozen in Bangkok, everyone knows that.  The hotel was careful to keep the call girls out, but just outside and down the street there was bar after bar, club after club, packed with beautiful young Thai women; available at very reasonable rates.

But I had never paid for sex, and didn't plan to start just because I was in Bangkok.  I flirted with Privathi, and enjoyed her bright outlook on life, her wonderful optimism, her clear eyes and ready smile.

She was always wonderfully, if slightly conservatively dressed for her job [I suppose the management didn't want anyone to confuse their waitresses for bargirls].  Her complexion was wonderful; her hair thick, glossy and black.  Generally, there was no one around during the long afternoons I sat in the bar with her.  Neither of us had anything to do except chat.  I asked her out eventually; I had to use a lot of tact, the situation in Bangkok being what it was between the local women and the foreign men.  We had to go out to another hotel for dinner, where she wasn't known.  Of course, everyone assumed she was a hooker.  I think it upset me more than it upset Privathi.

I took her out to dinner five times, and spent almost every day with her for a week or two before we ever had sex.  I had never courted any woman for as long as I courted Privathi.

She was worth it.

She was as wonderful in bed as she was out of bed; stunningly beautiful, a pleasure in the deepest sense of the word.

We didn't even kiss until we got into that hotel room; I had to rent a room in another hotel, of a class that would tolerate me bringing a local woman in with me.  It angered me, that they all assumed she was a prostitute.  Was that the only possible relationship between a Thai woman and a British man?

When our lips met, our bodies seem to melt into one another.  We both knew we were in trouble straight away.  Perhaps it was that long period of Platonic dating; maybe we were just both just completely horny by that time.  Whatever, but the first time I had sex with Privathi was possibly the most powerful sex I've ever had in my life.  My fingers and toes, and everything in between, was tingling with emotion.  I wanted to hold her in my arms forever, I wanted to give her the world; I wanted to get her away from Bangkok, to someplace where I could walk with her down the street holding her hand, and everyone would know that our relationship was emotional, not financial. 

We kissed luxuriously, enjoying the intensity of our first lovemaking, that wonderful initial exploration of each other's sensitivities and desires, each of us searching for the touch to that would bring the other the most pleasure.

There was a wonderful tension as we stroked and cuddled each other, winding our passion tighter and tighter; until neither of us could stand to wait a moment longer.

It's hard to describe what I felt the first time my cock entered her sweet body.  As I felt the pressure of her vaginal muscles against my organ, it was as though my soul was being engulfed by hers.  As I looked into her wonderful dark eyes, I was sure she was the ultimate woman, the woman I wanted for my own.

She trembled in my arms as we made love, staring into my eyes as if trying to see what was hidden there; but I had nothing to hide from Privathi.

Once we had started, there was no stopping us.  We couldn't get enough of each other, both of us craved the other's company.  It was easy then, the wait in Bangkok.  Because every day I was there, I could spend looking into my beautiful Privathi's face, stroking her fingers under the table when no one was around.  And every night, we would slip away to the new hotel.

She was a novice when it came to sex; but she would do anything to please me.  There isn't much in the way of sexual taboo in her country; except that if you did it with a white man, you must be a whore.

The touch of Privathi's fingers on my arm was more erotic to me than another woman sucking my cock.  I would trade fucking any other woman for a mere kiss from Privathi; I would rather gaze at her face than any other thing on earth.

And when I would hold her small round ass cheeks in my hands, and carefully penetrate her sweet young vagina with my achingly hard cock, I was sure that heaven on earth had been achieved.

I don't know if she felt his strongly about me as I felt about her; but her feelings were strong, I'm sure of that.  She absolutely loved sex with me.  The delight on her face as she would stroke my cock with her fine small fingers was a treat to behold; the tension in her body as I would penetrate her was a tension born of real emotion. The magnificent release of that tension as she came, and came again, was the ultimate sexuality for me.

I asked her to come back to England with me.  She could finish her studies there; a degree from Oxford would be worth much more than a degree from a university in Thailand.  She had the grades to get in, and I had the tuition.  She was studying organic chemistry.

"Gary!  How are you, old boy?"

"Just fine, Tim.  How are you doing, how's the family?"

Why had I left, why had I left Privathi?  I had enough money, why did I have to gamble what I had, trying to earn more?

I hadn't even realized how much I'd missed her.  The anticipation was making me nuts; was she coming?  Would I see her tonight?

"They're all fine, thanks.  So, I heard you were in China for the last few years."

"Yes, that's right.  I've been working on setting up a factory to produce paper from bamboo."

"Bamboo?  Really?  You can make paper from that?"

What would she say when she saw me?  How would she react?  How would I react?

I had bought a house in Oxford, and Privathi and I lived happily there while she went to school.  Money was rolling in from the deals I had set up to export teak furniture from Thailand, and the business kept me active enough; perhaps too active, perhaps I had lost touch with what was important.

And Privathi's academic work was very stressful on her; the romance seemed to fade from our relationship over the next several years, until it seemed to me we were just going through the motions.  There was an opportunity in China; the wood in Thailand was no longer being cut, and the large department stores had started importing massive quantities of products similar to mine but much cheaper.

I signed the house over to Privathi, as well as my Mercedes. That was fair, I figured, and I could afford it. Footloose and fancy free, or so I thought, I flew towards Beijing.

I heard nothing from her while I was in China.  Well, why should I?  We had split up, I had left her.  She'd showed little in the way of emotion when I'd told her what I was doing.  Did she think it was fair?  Yes, very fair she'd said.

And then, there she was.  On the arm of Henry; the bastard.

She would be 30 years old now.  Not the young thing that I had met in Bangkok.

She was stunning.  I felt my knees begin to buckle at the sight of her.  I felt my heart rate increase, my palms begin to sweat.  Where was that wheeler dealer business man?  Where was that smooth seducer of women?  Gone, flown out the window at the sight of Privathi.

In her high heels, she was still only about five foot 6 inches.  She was wearing a fashionable green pastel gown that contrasted wonderfully with her pale skin and black hair.  Her breasts weren't as full as they had once been; she had cut her hair short, and it was now shoulder length.

It was only then that I realized how I loved her; I don't know what had caused me to never even know it; but suddenly, alone in the crowd at Veronica's little society get together, I knew that leaving Privathi had been the greatest mistake of my life; and that's saying something.

I watched her move about, greeting my friends, our friends.  One of them pointed me out to her.  It seemed like the world went into slow motion as her head turned; as her eyes found mine.  I thought I'd been struck by lightning; I was stuck to the floor, my drink held limply in my hand, as I stared once more into Privathi's exotic dark eyes.

I was surprised that all conversation didn't stop as the lightning crackled and flashed across the crowded room between us.

I must have been mad to leave her.  I must've been stark raving mad.  How could I win her back now?  Henry was one of my old society chums. I had once seen his portfolio; he must be worth a couple of million.

Privathi smiled at me, and was as if a light went on in my soul; a light that had gone out, without me even noticing, some years before.

She came over. Her face filled my vision, her hesitant smile caused me to salivate with desire.

"Hi, Gary. How are you? How was China?"

I can't remember our conversation. We were both trying to be civilized, when something more primal was what was really required; fuck, flight, or fight. I don't know which, but I was sure she was feeling those three urges in some combination at least as strongly as I was.

Her smell filled my nostrils. I wanted to take her away somewhere where I could talk to her alone, hold her hand and tell her how I really felt.

But I'm English. Stiff upper lip and all that. Not revealing our emotions is the national sport. And she was still Thai. They are better than the English at the game.

"I'd better get back to Henry." She told me finally; "He is my date. We'll talk later, Gary." And she moved through the fancy people, back to him.

It wasn't that I hadn't been with anyone; there was Ming, the Chinese lady.  

She was the assistant to my attorney. I piled on the charm after I thought I'd detected the glimmer of a signal from her; these oriental ladies can be very subtle, but I was accustomed to that by then.

As I had with Privathi, I didn't rush things. I took her out to dinner, and truly enjoyed her company. She told me much about how things worked in Beijing, a lot about the culture, and a little about herself.

She was older than Privathi; around 40, closer to my own age. Her age didn't detract at all from her attractiveness to me, though. If anything, it made her more desirable somehow. It was possible to imagine that a woman of her age was attracted to me for something more than my foreign exchange, and there's something impressive about a woman who can still be attractive in middle age.

She had a lovely face, with a cute pointed little chin. And of course, those lovely dark oriental eyes.

It was exciting to seduce her. There was something so wonderfully forbidden about everything in China, and that went double for the women. She reminded me a lot of Privathi; she was no virgin, but she was very hesitant about our first time together.

She was a very thin woman, with small but well formed breasts; She had lovely nipples that always hardened wonderfully when I made love with her, and a fine round little ass that I just loved to bite.

Looking back, I can still almost feel that wonderful first penetration; Ming stretched out below me, waiting for the dick of the foreign devil to finally take her, after all those weeks of flirtation, all those hours of beautiful and exciting foreplay. She was well lubricated; I had enjoyed licking her out for five or ten minutes, but hadn't been able to make her come. But when I finally pushed my way inside her thin body, it was as though she was released; that cool oriental façade crumbled, and she was mine.

I held her sweet face in my hands as she came, stroking her pointed cheekbones with my thumbs and looking into her big eyes while she melted into that primal state that all humans reach, whatever their culture, when they have their orgasms.

She loved my dick. She would caress it and kiss it; she loved to keep me hard. And when I stuffed it carefully into her tiny body, her whole frame would shudder at the penetration, and she would whimper and cry with pleasure.

I loved to hold Ming in my arms. She was like a little girl of 40 years old, an exotic love toy. I loved dominating her fine little body with my own, squeezing and kissing her, making her come, forcing her to lose her sweet little Chinese cool.

It took courage and trust for Ming to become my lover. Going with a foreign devil is still something outrageous there; it's sort of like a blond girl from the neighborhood having a black lover over here.

I hired Ming as my interpreter, and set out into the provinces to set up my factory.

China sucked me in; I hadn't planned to spend five years there.  I thought one year, maybe two.  Get everything rolling, then come back to England.  But one year led into another, one delay led to the next.  I was paying through the nose for everything, but I didn't think it was a problem at first.  Everything was cheap in China, by European standards at least.  Labor was almost free, but you got what you paid for.  The local officials could be bought for a reasonable price, but you didn't get what you paid for.  My local partners never seemed to come up with their portion of the finances on time; more delays.

Life in China seemed to go on at its own pace. Trying to do business there was like trying to swim through honey, a huge effort was required to go a small distance; but if you could just relax, everything was actually kind of sweet.

Ming was the very picture of efficiency; always clean and neat, habitually wearing a starched white blouse and black trousers.  With her small round glasses and no makeup, no one would expect the nature of her veracious sexuality as she efficiently took care of business.

She had to have it, every night after work.  Sometimes in the morning as well. In her little red kimono and a hint of perfume, I couldn't resist her.

Not that I'm complaining; but we were both past 40, and this went on for nearly five years.

I recall that she didn't like to give head at first; but she soon discovered that it never failed to get me hard for her, even after the longest and most frustrating of working days.  She came to enjoy sucking on my organ for its own sake, and even began to let me come in her mouth.

But I loved it best when I was holding her small smooth body in my arms, sliding my big foreign dick in and out of her, tenderly cradling her and watching her face while she came.

She was sweet, she was smart, she was indispensable, and I liked her a lot; but I never truly loved her. She was never Privathi.

I transferred more and more of my money to my Beijing account.  I don't even know how I managed to fritter it all away.  The factory was built; the machinery was imported; a huge pile of bamboo was at this moment drying in the warehouse.  And here I was, mooning over an ex-girlfriend at a society party in London.

Of course, it didn't really matter. It was no longer my warehouse. My Chinese partner had pulled out, and the venture was bankrupt.

Ming was nowhere to be found before I left. Perhaps she didn't want to see me in my shame.

I stayed late at the party, and did my best to seduce Veronica. Privathi seemed to be always standing next to Henry, and his arm was often around her slim hips.  I tried to keep from dwelling on it, but it was impossible.  Images of Privathi sucking Henry's young cock kept coming to me, images of my lovely little Privathi writhing in passion, clutching Henry as he fucked her.

Veronica just laughed at my efforts, and sent me home. I guess my heart wasn't in it.

I met with Privathi a couple of days later at a café.

"It's good to see you again, Gary." she said, as I gave her a peck on the cheek.

A peck on the cheek... I needed to take her in my arms, hold her tight to myself and never let go, I wanted to feel her sweet little tongue in my mouth, I wanted...

"Shall we sit over here by the window?"

"Yes, fine. How have you been, Privathi? What have you been doing?" Miserable without me, pining away, unable to cope alone, waiting for the day I'd return...?

"I've been doing just great, Gary. I got a job in research with Merck here in London after I graduated. It's a good place to work, and the job is very fulfilling."

It was ecstasy and agony talking to her. It was truly good to see her again, to know that she was well. But it was terrible to think that I'd lost her.

As our lunch ended, somehow I just couldn't help myself. As we stood to leave, I took her in my arms. Her eyes widened at the presumptuousness of it, but she did nothing to stop me. A surge of adrenaline pumped through me, and taking the back of her head in the palm of my hand, I kissed her.

If for a moment, she was mine again.  Her body melted into me, our spirits mixed into one.  I could feel every fiber of her being, and I felt power flooding into my body again, power that I hadn't felt since my fortunes had turned.

Her lips parted at my tongue's request, and I tasted the inside of her sweet mouth once more.

Suddenly, savagely and without warning, she gently pushed me away; bursting my brief moment of contentment like the bubble it was.

"No Gary, no.  You left me; you can't just pick me up again like a book you left in the corner.  It isn't fair, Gary.  Not to me, and not to Henry."

Everyone in the cafe was staring at us.  I'm proud to say that for once in my life, I didn't give a shit.

"Privathi, come back to me, I'll never leave you again.  I've never regretted anything like I've regretted leaving you."

"Is it me you regret leaving, Gary, or your comfortable English life?"

"It's only you, Privathi."  I told her.

It was true.  Of course I missed the money; but I had made money once, and I still had confidence that I would make money again.  There's lots of money in the world, but there's only one Privathi. I might have been confused before, but now I was clear; it wasn't being poor that was causing my agony, it was being without her.

For the next week, I went through the motions of trying to find investors to bail out my business in China.  But my heart was on fire, I had to get her back.  I phoned her a couple of times, and we had good talks.  Neither of us said anything about the kiss in the café, or its implications; but she started to open herself to me, telling me of what she had been up to while I was away. Or taunting me about what she'd been up to, if you like.

She told me about Henry.

"He's a little bit twisted."  She said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, sexually.  He's a little bit twisted."

"Exactly how is he twisted?" I asked suspiciously.

"He's into swinging."

"Swinging?"

"Yes.  He likes it when I sleep with his friends."

That took a moment to soak in. My Privathi? Sleeping around?

"You did that?" I really thought she was just putting me on at first.

"Not straight away.  But he kept telling me what fun it was."

"Was it fun?  Did you like it?"

I was quite shocked. Of course I knew she'd been with Henry while I was away; but with his friends? My innocent little Privathi?

"Sometimes.  It depended on the guy. One or two of them were really good looking.  Your friend Glynn was fairly hopeless."

"You slept with Glynn?"

My God, not Glynn; He'd never mentioned it to me; I was staying with him, and he'd known about this. I felt perfectly humiliated.

"Several times.  Henry was really wild about the girl that Glynn was with at that time.

"Glynn wasn't really so bad, I suppose."  She continued, "He has a nice penis, but he hasn't got much idea what to do with it.  Now that Norbert, he was different."

"You slept with Norbert?"

"Oh yes.  I think I slept with most of your friends.  And Henry slept with all their wives and girlfriends.  These rich people don't have much else to do, but it was quite tiring for me since I work a full-time job.  Still, it was fun for a while.  Henry is a nice guy, Gary, and he's always lots of fun. But I never really loved him. How could I with all that fooling around?"

All that fooling around? Most of my friends? No wonder everyone was suddenly treating me so strangely.

"But what was different about Norbert?"

She continued; "Norbert; the man is a monster, he has a huge member, and he can fuck all night.  I had to beg him to come and get it over with.  Luckily it was a Saturday, so I didn't have to work the next day, I could barely walk."

I'd always wondered why women seemed to be hanging on Norbert all the time; he's a bit of a geek on the surface. I was suddenly feeling very inadequate indeed.

"Come on, Privathi; you're making this up."

"No, no.  It's true, I swear.  You ask Henry yourself, he'll tell you.  He's quite open about it all."

"Do you like to do those things, Privathi? Did you enjoy Norbert?"

"Well, it's quite an experience for a woman to get screwed like that, and I'll always treasure the memory. But do I really want to sleep with strangers?  No, not anymore, I don't think.  It's fun on a certain level, but in the end it doesn't leave me feeling good about myself."

"Would you want to sleep with Norbert again?"

I dreaded the answer, but I was glad I'd found the courage to ask, none the less.

"Well, I can't deny that spending a night with a man like that is very satisfying physically; from a purely orgasmic standpoint, he can't be beat.  But the fact is, I was never satisfied in my heart.  There was always something missing, with all of them.  They were all nice, but none of them really cared about me.  I was just a nice exotic distraction to them, an oriental bimbo. They never knew I'm a respected scientist, and they wouldn't have been interested if they did know.  I like the way you made love with me.  With you, it was always completely different, it was more than just sex. We had something very special, Gary; we had real love. I know that now. You never wanted to sleep with other women, did you Gary?"

"You were always all the woman I ever wanted, Privathi."

It wasn't totally true; but I was feeling a little better now. "Real love" she'd said. But could she see it was still there? I knew now that in my heart I loved her, and I surely always would. There were only two possible courses for my life to take now; bliss with Privathi, or agony without her.

And then there was a knock on the door; it was her.

She didn't speak, she merely looked into my eyes.  The message was written there for me to read, and my heart filled with joy like a balloon filling with gas.  Pulling her into Glynn's hallway, I took her into my arms once more, my mouth was filled with hers, my soul was filled with hers.  I didn't know if it was for a moment or for a lifetime, but I was willing to accept whatever I could have.

I've never known desire like the desire I felt at that moment; I wanted her with all of my being, I wanted to make love with her in every sense of the word.

And I did.

She was like a feather in my arms as I swept her off her feet, the power of a primal beast flowing through my veins, the adrenaline shooting through my body giving my muscles a feeling of superhuman strength.  Neither of us spoke as I carried her up the stairs, and placed her reverently on my borrowed bed.  There was no need for words, our communication was taking place at a more primal level. Our clothes disappeared without much bother, and our bodies were in contact again.

It wasn't just a matter of erogenous zones; our whole bodies were erogenous zones, Privathi's touch against the side of my nose was sufficient to make me shudder with sensation.

She moaned as I massaged her feet and sucked her toes, the way I used to do.  She whimpered and cried as I kissed her calves, knees, thighs.  As my tongue once more introduced itself to her sweet clitoris.

My cock was burning, it was on fire, and there was only one place the fire could be extinguished. 

I was nearly  shaking with anticipation and excitement as I placed the tip of my cock against my true love's vagina; her fingers stroked my face, and she stared  into my eyes as she waited for that first wonderful thrust of entry after so many wasted years.

My burning cock slid slowly into her;  the interior of Privathi's body felt cool against it by comparison.  Her sexual juices could lubricate my movement, could carry away the excessive heat of my organ, but not of my heart.

I had forgotten.  I had forgotten what sex was, it had been so long. Yes, I had screwed Ming nearly every day for five years, but that was nothing. This was real, this was vital; my lost fortune was meaningless, my disgrace was irrelevant compared to this moment. For at this moment, Privathi was mine. Henry could drive her around in his fancy car, keep her in his  townhouse, share her with his friends and have her serve him his breakfast; but her heart was mine, I could feel it.                        

My cock was in her vagina, and my heart was in her hands.  I would have it no other way.

Her dark exotic eyes stared into mine as she came, and there was no holding me anymore.  I erupted like a volcano, with a power impossible to resist or control.

We lay quietly for a time, still coupled, as I kissed her gently.  I noticed a gray hair or two on her head.  It was curious, as I somehow still thought of Privathi as a teenager.

"I have to go, Gary."

"Why?"

"I have to meet Henry for dinner.  I'm sorry, Gary."

"Sorry that you have to meet Henry for dinner, or sorry that you're here with me?"

"Both.  I shouldn't have come here, Gary.  It was a mistake, I'm sorry."

"Privathi... don't leave me now."

But she did.  And yet, she left me with something; hope.  She might be able to pretend, even to herself, that what had just transpired was not relevant.  But it was, it was.  I had no way of knowing how serious things were between her and Henry, but I was confident that it wasn't as serious as it was between Privathi and myself.

She had come to me to fulfill a need.  I was confident she would be back. She had demonstrated that all the men in London were unable to fill her true need, just as all the women of the orient could never fill mine.

And she was back; in less than a week.

We had the whole day together this time.

She sat on the couch, and put her feet on my lap.  We were both silent as Privathi smiled at me, and I removed her shoes.  Privathi has the most beautiful feet; small and pointed, with prominent arches.  I began to rub them and massage them, like I used to do.  It was something that always relaxed us both, and never failed to get us both horny.

"Do you love me, Gary?"  She asked.

"Yes."  I replied, with no hesitation. "Completely.  Totally and utterly."

"Then why did you leave me?"

"I was stupid.  Mad, nuts.  I didn't realize what we had."

"I've been living with Henry for three years, now."

"I know."

We said nothing for a time, as my fingers traced up and down her legs, as I lifted one foot after another to my lips, to kiss the feet of the woman I loved.

"I'm 34 years old, Gary."  She said.

"I'm 45."  I said.

"I want children, Gary."

"But not with Henry?"

"No. Henry is fun, and he's been good to me. But..." she hesitated.

"But what, Privathi?"

"He's not the man I love; that I want to father my children, Gary.  You are. I want a one on one relationship, I don't want to play those silly games anymore."

We were quiet for a minute while I sucked her toes, one at a time.

"I have to tell you something Privathi." I said, "And when you've heard it, you may not want me as the father of your children either."

"What is it, Gary?"

It came out of me compulsively, like vomit; uncontrolled and nasty, leaving a sour taste behind in the mouth.

"I'm broke, Privathi. Totally broke. I'm not the man I was five years ago; I've been trying, but it looks like I won't be able to salvage my Chinese venture."

"You're such an asshole, Gary." She said, without removing her foot from my hand.

"I'm sorry, Privathi. I lost it all, I don't know if I'll ever be able to support you."

"Lick me out." She said, pulling off her panties.

"You always had a good tongue, Gary," she said as I went at my task.

"Good for licking, at least. Lick my asshole." She told me, turning over.

That was new, but I did what she asked, like I always used to. As though we were a couple again, even though I knew I had no chance against wealthy young Henry.

"That's very good, Gary." She told me after a minute or so. "Take off your clothes."

I did as she instructed.

"You want me to suck your cock?" she asked.

"Oh yes, please." I said, standing in front of her and offering it to her as she sat on the couch.

Her small hands over my cock were wonderful. She caressed my balls, opened her mouth, and pulled me into herself.

I'd forgotten how good Privathi was at giving head.  Actually, she hadn't been that good before, I realized.

She moved her head back and forth, sucking my cock deep into her mouth three or four times before stopping for a few seconds, and then starting again.  Her fingers traced across my ass and the insides of my thighs.

"Take me to the bedroom now, Gary."  She said, lifting her arms.  I lifted her up like a baby once more, and carried her upstairs.

She took off her blouse and bra, and lay on the bed, spread and completely naked.

"Lick me some more, Gary.  Oh yes, MMM, that's very nice.  I would like you to be the father of my children, Gary.  If you can make the commitment.  I don't need your money, Gary.  I have plenty.  I still have the Oxford House, it's rented out.  I have a good job; I'm the manager of my laboratory, I have 30 people working under me.  For the last three years, I haven't even been paying any rent, and I'm still driving your old Mercedes.  Get your tongue inside, Gary.  Oh yes, yes. Also, when my parents die, I will inherit a lot of property. But I don't want to end up raising children alone.  I don't have time, I need someone to stay at home and look after them for me.  I don't want my children being raised by hired help, Gary.  Keep going, don't stop now!  Ah, good.  That's it.  Do you love me enough, Gary?  Never mind, we'll talk about this later.  I want your cock in me now.  Oh God, I've missed you so much, Gary!"

I had no intention of becoming a househusband, but I was very flattered to have been asked.

I watched my cock slowly disappear into Privathi's lovely little body again, and then I put my hands behind her shoulder blades, and fucked her hard the way she likes it.  We came together.  Our orgasms were simultaneous, as well.

Privathi's stories of eccentric sex had a strange effect on me; they distressed me, but they turned me on.  She always loved to tease me, so she told me more once we'd had some coffee, recovered our breath, and had retuned to the bed.

"A couple of times, Henry took me to a swingers club."

"What happened there?"

"My clit, honey.  Don't forget my clit.  Ah, that's better.  Henry selected a man for me, someone neither of us knew.  Henry told me to take my clothes off. There were about six people in the room."

"You did it? You striped off in front of six men?" I paused to ask.

What had Henry done to her? The Privathi I'd left behind would never do such a thing.

"Four men and two women. Yes, I did. I didn't want to at first, but Henry insisted. I was used to doing what he said, so I finally started to take my clothes off, and everyone was really nice about it."

"I bet."

"No, really. They all said how nice I looked, and how it was so good of me to undress for them all. I was very self-conscious of course, but I was excited at the same time. Then one of the men asked if he could please kiss me."

"And?"

"Well, that seemed pretty harmless, so I said it was alright. But he started to fondle my breasts while he kissed me, and I found that it excited me; I hadn't expected that. I looked over at Henry, and he was kissing one of the other women."

How torrid, I thought; kissing another woman while encouraging Privathi to submit to another man, and a stranger at that!

"So what did you do?"

"I just kept kissing the strange man, and he started to run his hands over my body while the others watched.  Of course I had very mixed feelings about this. Henry knew these people, but they were all strangers to me.  I felt very vulnerable, and I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to let this man do what he was doing.  But I didn't want to make a scene, I knew Henry really wanted me to do this, and I have to admit that I was enjoying it on some level.  Not only the excitement of physical intimacy with this good-looking stranger, but how everyone was watching.  I was as surprised then as you are now to find how excited I got from it. It was an incredible thrill like I'd never had before.

"Then he told me to bend over, and hold on to the coffee table with my hands. I did it, and then the strange man started licking me."

A strange man's tongue in Privathi's most sacred place; the thought burned at my heart and inflated my cock.

"Did you like it?"

"Oh yes, I certainly did. It was very strange, but it was impossible to ignore the man's tongue.  He wasn't as good as you with his tongue, it wasn't anything like how nice you're making me feel right now. But he had a lovely cock, and I was surprised to find myself looking forward to him doing it to me with it. He put it in me very carefully, from behind. I couldn't come with all those people watching, not that first time, so after a while we went into a private room.  I was really wound up by then, and we had great sex.  I was amazed at myself that I could enjoy something like that, but I did. I never even knew his name."

Lovely cock, Great sex, didn't know his name! Oh, Privathi, why did I leave you? It was my fault, I'd left her in that vulnerable state that those people had taken advantage of.

Privathi was quiet for a moment, and I continued my job at her groin.

"The thing was, Gary, I was trying to find the level of satisfaction that we used to share. That's what I think now. And at the same time, in my mind, I was doing these things to punish you for leaving me. I knew how you would hate it if you knew.

 "It made Henry really wild to watch me," she continued after moment, "and when I came out of the room he wanted me to do it again. There was a black man there, and Henry said I should suck his dick.  I don't know why, but the order excited me; it was so outrageous a thing to demand of me. I wasn't in charge at the lab yet at the time, but I was accustomed to being spoken to with more respect. I just spontaneously knelt down and did it right in front of everyone. Some part of me wanted to be like that, a submissive woman. I was very self-conscious again at first, but at the same time I enjoyed being the center of attention. I enjoyed the very fact that I was accepting this abuse of my dignity. The black man said he thought I was very beautiful, and I gave great head. It was all so dirty and depraved, but somehow I didn't care. I was away from my work environment, where I needed to be respected to survive. I asked him to take me into the side room, and he did."

Privathi had been the one to ask; she had asked the black man she didn't know, after giving him head in public, to take her to the side room.

"He fucked you?"

"Keep your tongue in there, Gary, and I'll tell you about it.  Oh, yes.  Yes, the black man fucked me.  He was nice, actually.  I found it very exciting, I have only ever been with white men other than that, you know.  There's something about those black hands on my breasts, the way his penis looked in my hands.  And there's something even more forbidden about going with a black man than with a white man for Thai people. Very naughty, very exciting."

He was nice, she'd said; she liked him, she'd enjoyed making it with him. Oh, Privathi, what have they done to you?

"He made you come?"

"Of course, darling.  I think I came three times. It wasn't just that he was attractive and competent as a lover, it was the outrageousness of it all. I didn't even know him, and here I was in a room with him, his black cock penetrating my body, his strong arms... you love this, don't you?... his strong black arms holding me tightly. I was completely at his mercy, he could have done anything with me. But he was gentle and sweet, luckily, and he made love with me very nicely. But there's more to life than orgasms, you know."

I knew that; there is such a thing as loyalty. I wanted it, but wasn't sure how it was obtained.

"Did you ever meet the man again?"

"The black man?  Yes. He was a good and tender lover, and I'm afraid I can't say that about every man I've been with. We were at the same club a couple of weeks later.  Henry asked me if I would let everyone watch me do it with the man who ran the place, Franz.  I didn't like him very much, so I didn't want to at first.  But Henry said everyone would really love to see me do it with him, so I finally agreed."

"Just to please the others? You were willing to let a man you didn't even like make love with you?"

"Oh, I don't know.  It was odd; the very fact that I really didn't like Franz made it very kinky to let him do it to me. And he wasn't ugly or anything.  Actually, he was a bit too good-looking.  One of those men who think that women just can't resist him. I did it to please Henry, really. But it wasn't love-making, Gary; it was just kinky sex.

"And I had found that I didn't mind people watching; in some ways, it adds to the experience. Knowing that they are all enjoying just to watch; it's flattering. Also, it made me feel a little safer.

 "Anyway, the black man was there watching, and Franz motioned for him to come and join us.  After a while, I started to really enjoy myself.  It was strangely exciting, being loved by two men while everyone watched."

 "Did you really like it?"

I hated the thought of my woman in that position; how humiliating for us both. Sex with two men, one she didn't even like, for the amusement of others.                                     

"The black man was very young, around 20.  He was really something."

And I was middle aged and not much of anything, anymore.

"Yes, I liked it. I was so lonely and depressed deep inside; I desperately needed the approval, the assurance that I was still desirable to a handsome young man."

"You screwed them both, one after the other?"

"Yes. They took turns with me. I would suck the cock of one, or just kiss him, while the other was doing it to me. And all the others were watching.  I didn't like sucking their cocks much with condoms on, though.  Do you know that you're the only man I've ever let do it to me without a condom, Gary?"

"Really?" A small relief. Actually, a big relief.

"Yes.  It was a very self-destructive phase of my life, all that strange sex I got into after you left me.  I wanted to get back at you, somehow, but I didn't have a death wish. Do you taste your own come in there Gary? He he. Here, lie down on top of me.  Put your head between my breasts. Ah, that's nice."  Privathi stroked my hair while she continued.

"Anyway, I pulled the condom off the black man's penis, so I could feel him better in my mouth.  I liked him, and his cock was beautiful; so big and hard, so smooth and young. I loved how it felt in my mouth, and how it looked, black and shiny. And he was so appreciative, he kept saying how happy he was about it all. I sucked him until he came. I enjoyed feeling him injecting my mouth with his sperm. Does that turn you on, Gary? Yes, it was rich and good, and everyone saw me swallow it. Kiss my breast, Gary.

"Franz kept going for a while.  I turned over so I was on my back; you know I like it better like that.  He kissed me even though my mouth must have tasted of the other man's sperm.  I found myself thinking how much I disliked him even then, even as his cock was sliding into my body, as his face was so close to mine. He started doing it to me, sliding his penis in and out of my body, and I liked how it felt. It made me feel like I was getting one over on him, playing a game where I pretended I liked him. He started doing it to me really hard, ramming me with his dick; it was painful, but very stimulating as well. And then I felt I was going to come, and I knew I was not in a good way. That was the first time I had an orgasm with people watching."

"But not the last time?"

"No. it's a kind of perversity, I suppose; but I did enjoy myself at the time. It was weird to be aware that I could have an orgasm while having sex someone I dislike. I did it with Franz again another time, and I did it with other men I didn't care for. I always liked it while I was doing it, and hated myself for it the next day."

That made me worried; what would she feel like after spending the day in bed with me, cheating on Henry? Did she really care, or was I just another little sexual adventure for her now?

I phoned her at Henry's and asked her the next morning.

"Well, I don't know yet, Gary, I just woke up. I have to fix breakfast for Henry before I go to work, I don't have much time. How do you feel, Gary?"

"I love you, Privathi." I told her.

"That's nice, Gary." She said after a moment. "I'll come by later, after work."

"Here, kiss."  She said, lifting her foot to my mouth on Glynn's couch later. "A little more pressure on the inside of the arch. Did you know that Veronica and Henry were once a couple, Gary?"

"Yes, that was before I went away."

"They still do it, sometimes."

"Really?  Just like that?"

I was curious to note that thinking of Henry and Veronica doing it made me jealous. My hands slid up and down Privathi's legs, worshiping her.

"Yes.  They don't get along very well, but somehow they really like to have sex together."

"Strange."

"Very.  It's similar to what I had gotten into; physically gratifying but emotionally empty. Anyway, on Henry's birthday, Veronica and I gave him a surprise."

"Yes, go on."

I had an idea what was coming; but I wanted to hear it anyway.

"We gave him a nice show first.  It's funny how men really like that."

"What kind of show?"

"Oh, you know.  Girl/girl.  We took each other's clothes off, and danced around for him.  Then we held and kissed each other.  It made Henry really wild.  I'm sure glad you're not like that, Gary.  You're so nice and normal."

She must have realized that normal or not, this was interesting; she was holding my stiffening penis in her hand.

"Did you like it, kissing Veronica?"  My cock was getting stiffer.

"Well, Veronica is a very attractive woman.  I suppose if I was going to enjoy kissing any woman, it would have to be Veronica."  

Privathi and Veronica; what a combination!

"But did you enjoy it?"

"I imagined I was a man.  As soon as I did that, of course kissing Veronica was very nice. She's really very pretty, don't you think? And she's so tall, and her breasts are perfect."

"Did you really find her body attractive?  Did it turn you on?"

"It was one of those things that are probably nice to do once in your life.  I gave it a good try, and I did enjoy it.  But I'm a woman, and I have no penis, so it left me a little frustrated, since we couldn't really do it. I'm happy not to do any of those things anymore; I'm so glad you've come back to me now, Gary, and I can put all of that behind me."

That simple little sentence lifted my heart into the stratosphere; I had come back to her, It was like saying I was back WITH her, and she was mine again.

"What else did you and Veronica do?"

"Well, we kissed each other's breasts; that was nice. it's so strange to hold and caress a smooth soft female body; I can see the attraction. Then Henry held me and kissed me, while Veronica went down on me."

"Did you come?"

"No, it was just too strange.  But it was very nice, it was very friendly, and I  liked having her do that to me.  Then we changed, and Veronica laid down on her back while I went down on her."

"What did you think of that?"

"I was a little surprised, I thought it would be awful, but actually it was fine. I didn't mind at all, and Veronica just loved it. We got into a 69, so we were doing it to each other at the same time.  Then Henry got behind me, and he put his thing in me while Veronica was still licking me.  That made me come, I can tell you that."

Somehow, hearing about all her sexual adventures wasn't as bad as hearing about Henry making her come, even with Veronica helping.

"We went on for quite a while, there are just a lot of things to try with three people in a bed. Veronica let Henry do her in the ass, and she even said she liked it. I thought that was a bit much, but I licked her clit while they were doing it that way, and it made her completely crazy. I even wanted to try it myself, seeing her come like that. It made me think there might be something in it. But Henry couldn't hold himself back during it all, and he was totally finished afterwards.

"And I have to tell you something that may shock you, Gary;" Privathi added, "I hope you won't be too disappointed."

I felt real fear then; after all she had already told me, what could be so alarming?

"What, Privathi? Tell me."

"It's Veronica. She's not a natural blond. I do love you, Gary. Rub my back." 

Privathi had an Uncle who did a lot of business with China, and had some connections in the banking industry there.  He did some asking around.

"Gary, my uncle says it was an inside job.  The husband of your interpreter bought your company at auction."

"The husband of... my interpreter?"

"Yes.  He's one of the new capitalists in Shanghai."

"I didn't know she had a husband."

Privathi chirped into the phone in Thai with her uncle for another a few minutes before hanging up.

"She has two children, and two grandchildren.  Were you screwing her, Gary?"

"Yes."  I groaned.

"Well, Gary... you've been ruined by a Chinese grandmother.  Was she cute?"

Privathi bought a house for us in the suburbs.  She wouldn't marry me, even though I asked her.

"Under Thai Law, if I were to marry you I wouldn't be able to inherit when my parents die."  She told me.

"I don't understand you, Privathi.  You want me to make this big commitment, but you don't want to marry me."

"Of course I want to marry you, Gary.  But there's a lot of money involved, not to mention my ancestral family home.  We have to be pragmatic."

I can't remember exactly how the subject came up, but somehow we were talking about anal sex.

"Have you ever done that, Gary?"

"No.  Have you?"

"Yes."

Another defeat.

"What was it like?"

"Terrible.  Henry was always pestering me to try it, he said it was the greatest thing.  I finally said he could go ahead after I'd seen how much Veronica had enjoyed it.  He had a great time, but for me, it just hurt like hell."

"Didn't he use some kind of lubrication?"

"Of course. Henry knows what he's doing. Why, would you like to try it?"

"I don't know.  Maybe."

"Okay.  I'll tell Henry to come on over and do it to you."

"Very funny."

"I didn't mind at first; Henry licked my asshole. That's really weird and nice. Would you like to do that for me again, Gary?"

"Alright."

She rolled over and spread her legs wide while lifting her hips a little.

"Owee! That tickles! I like that, Gary, you can do that to me from now on. Where was I? Oh yes, then he started pushing his finger in. Not you, Gary! You just lick, that's the part I liked. MMM, yes, hehe. Maybe Henry's penis was just too big, but I won't let anyone do that again. I'm very turned on, Gary."

She rolled over onto her back, and we made fabulous love.

Those stories of hers have that effect on us both.

Privathi is pregnant now, for the second time.  I don't know how I'm going to cope with taking care of two kids; our first boy already takes up all my time now.  Like all bridges, I suppose we'll just cross it when we come to it.

Yes, I'm a househusband.  I clean, cook, and take care of the baby.  I've stopped trying to start a new business; after my domestic responsibilities, I haven't got much time, and Privathi earns enough to keep us well.

I'm not ashamed that it's Privathi who makes the money and me that keeps the house now; to my surprise, I'm happy this way. And isn't that the point? 

I'm happy because every evening my Privathi comes home to me; because I can hold her in my arms every morning and every night, and every time it thrills me anew.

Privathi never fails to inspire my passion, and my passion never fails to inspire hers.

During the day, she may be a high powered scientist; but nights and weekends, she's my flower.

I will never consent to share her with other men as Henry did, despite my fascination for those stories.

I have to admit though, if Privathi were to suggest a little manage-a-trios with Veronica, I don't think I could refuse.

Ace 2002

I think this story is really good; I've been afraid to post it, fearing the usual underwhelming response. Please allay my fears by sending me an email; I always answer.  storyace@hotmail.com

Regards, Ace

Extra sub story; [Privathi with older male]

I know hardly anyone likes younger women / older men stories, so I cut this out of the main text; but just in case there's a reader who does like it, please let me know.

Privathi and the lord