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Subject: My japanese Wife
Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2003 16:32:51 -0700
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My wife is 50, 5'2", about 125, and has, especially for a Japanese
woman, nice full breasts, with ultra-sensitive nipples. I (& others)
have made her come just by tweaking them. We aren't swingers by any
means, but we are forgiving of occasional "adventures". Here's one of
my wife's:
About 5 years ago, my wife developed a flirting friendship with the
Xerox repair guy who had their account (she works in an office). Sex
jokes and the like, little touches on the arm or shoulder. One day he
was standing by her desk talking. she was wearing one of her low-cut
muumuus and he was getting a good view of her cleavage. She saw that
he'd developed a lump in his pants and, picking up papers from her
desk, "accidentally" brushed it.
The next day he came back, although he usually only came by every 2
weeks. He said he'd been re-assigned to Oklahoma starting next week
but he wanted to talk. My wife went into the supplies closet and he
followed, shutting the door behind him. He embraced her from behind,
kissing her neck and cheeks (which she likes) and cupping her breasts
in both hands. She leaned back into him, feeling his erection poking
her butt. He reached into the top of her muumuu and began kneading one
breast and nipple under her bra, and with his other hand pulled the
hem of her dress up so he could work on her pussy. Once he got his
fingers under her panties and into the folds of her twat he could feel
how wet she was. He rubbed her button until her knees started to
buckle. Then she turned around to face him, unzipped his pants, and
pulled out his dick, which she said was bigger than mine. My wife has
always given good hand-jobs, and working his rod with both hands soon
had him groaning himself. She started to kneel to finish him off with
her mouth, but he said "No!" and turned her back around.
He pulled her muumuu up and pulled her panties down, baring her
shapely butt. He massaged her swollen and wet pussy, first with his
hand, and then with his stiff cock. He pushed the head though the wet
folds and slowly inserted the full length into her. When he was all
the way in, he reached around and squeezed both breasts, thrusting
forward and wiggling at the same time. My wife shuddered with her
first orgasm. He moved his hands to her hips to start his stroke. and
managed "a few" strokes, when my wife's boss started yelling for her,
that he was going to be out of the office for the rest of the day. The
Xerox guy stopped his stroke until they heard the front door open and
close, then, with his big rod still deeply embedded, he pulled her
panties down and she stepped out of them. He pushed her muumuu up and
bra up around her neck, and she pulled them over her head, and off,
tossing them aside. Her skin is still soft and smooth, even if her
body is not as slender as it used to be. I picture clearly her white
breasts hanging down, still firm at her age, but soft and yielding in
a stranger's hands. He ran his hands up her naked belly, squeezing her
breasts, moving down to her hips to give a couple of hard thrusts,
then down to rub her clitoris while he slid his big tool around in her
slippery snatch. The, holding her now-bare breasts in his hands, he
resumed his stroke, teasing her with shallow thrusts, then slamming it
deep. My wife can't remember how many times he made her come, only
that it was "a lot." After "a few" minutes, he said he wanted to
finish up "on top." He pulled out, and my wife made a little sigh of
disappointment. She remembered that her boss had a couch. She ran out,
still naked, to lock the office door (another image that burns into my
brain, her padding on bare feet through her office, toward the
unlocked front door, her breasts bouncing as she runs, her face and
chest flushed with passion).
She retrieved her crumpled muumuu, and ran to her boss's office. I can
clearly picture her spreading her muumuu on the couch, laying down,
and spreading her legs, her pussy swollen, wet and red, her chest
sweaty, flushed and heaving, a wonton smile on her red face, her hair
disheveled.
The Xerox guy climbed on, rubbed his big red rod, shiny with her
juices, on her belly and tits. She grasped it and pumped it, fondling
his heavy balls with her other hand. He slid his equipment on her
mons, then back and forth on the outside of her pussy, then around the
folds of her labia, before slamming it home again and resuming his
stroke. He went shallow, then deep, around in a
circle, back to shallow, then five or ten hard, fast, almost savage
strokes up to the hilt. After a few minutes, my wife said she was
light-headed from coming so much. Finally he put both hands under her
butt, tilting it up so that his tool was driving into her more or less
vertically, and pounded out the final coda of the act, slapping out a
rhythm as he drove his meat all the way inside. With a groan, he
pulled the big shaft out of her quivering quim and, rubbing it on her
matted pubes, blasted out spurts and clots of glistening cum on her
belly, tits, and up into her face. With both hands, she grasped the
fleshy pole and milked out every drop of goo his balls could produce.
As she lay there heaving, covered in semen, my wife was surprised to
see him reach down and pull something from the floor. A bright flash
blinded her for a second, and she heard what she recognized as the
whirr of a Polaroid camera ejecting a picture. "What are you doing?"
she asked, but he didn't
answer. They lay there in silence, his cock, still hard, in her hand,
for a minute. Then he said, "Look! It came out great!" and shoved the
picture in her face. She said it clearly showed her face, tits, and
belly, and his big cock, and the streams of come.
"Well, gotta go, babe!" the Xerox guy said. "Thanks for the fuck, and
the souvenirs!" he added. He dismounted, got dressed, and left without
another word, even though she asked for his new address or phone. My
wife never heard from, or saw him, again. When she got cleaned up and
dressed, she realized that he'd taken her underwear. He's out there
somewhere,
with a picture of my just-fucked wife, her bra, and a pair of her
panties. She says she still thinks of him often.