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Subject: My Japanese Wife goes to Missouri, Part One
Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2004 12:56:39 -0800
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My Japanese wife is 50 now, and has put on a few pounds since her
salad days, but her breasts are still firm and high (and full, for a
Japanese), her legs are still smooth and shapely, and she still enjoys
sex as much as she ever did.
This story happened two years ago. I had to spend two weeks in
Missouri, and we arranged relatives to care for the kids so my wife
could come along. It had been a while since we'd had any out-of-town
adventures, so we checked out one of the adult finder services, under
"groups looking for couples." Even though we'd had our share of
adventures, chronicled elsewhere, Cindy had never been willing to get
into the couples/swingers scene. She said that she didn't want to run
into people in Safeway who had seen her having sex. I figure she was
mostly concerned about other women seeing her, since there were at
least three guys in town who have seen Cindy having sex, and from
close up. But she didn't care what a bunch of women in Missouri
thought, so she started looking around. She was delighted to find that
a good portion of the online ads featured photos of erect cocks. She
spent a lot of time doing "research" and was always very horny
afterwards.
She finally decided on a group, not in the town we were going to but
near it. I asked her why she chose it, and with an embarrassed smile
she clicked on their online photo page, and then on a photo of some
guy's lap, with a fat erect dick sticking up. The dick had a
pronounced upward curve. "That's Jerry," Cindy said. She was clearly
fascinated (and aroused) by the shape and the thickness. She clicked
on another photo, of Jerry and his wife (from the caption) Claire.
Jerry was chunky, with a bit of a beer gut, and balding, with a little
brown ponytail in the back, but still that fat curving dick was
impressive. Claire looked very short (she turned out to be just under
5 feet tall), with blonde hair, slim hips, and truly gigantic boobs.
The sagged only a little in the photos, and the aureoles were light
pink and huge. Claire had a pretty face with just enough dark under
her eyes to give her a dissipated look that I like. Both of them were
looking at the camera. Claire's hand was grasping the base of Jerry's
thick, curving cock.
Cindy wanted to send a photo of the two of us but we didn't really
have any on hand. I wasn't that crazy about sending nude pictures of
her (much less myself) in e-mail, but Cindy trumped my objections by
saying that if I didn't want to take nude pictures of her, she was
sure that Glen would be willing to help out. Glen is one of the guys
in town with an intimate knowledge of my wife's body. He and Cindy had
flirted, petted, and come close to screwing about 5 years ago, or two
years before our trip to Missouri. Finally, one day we were all
helping decorate the sets for a school play, and Cindy, having had one
beer too many, needed a ride home. Glen gave her a ride all right,
bouncing her up and down on his dick in the front seat of his truck
right by the side of the road, and then boning her again on an old
sofa in our garage, where I found her leaking cum when I got home. For
reasons known only to himself, Glen had confessed what happened to his
wife, who was not as open-minded as he'd hoped. So Glen had become a
faithful husband, but Cindy believed (and I knew) that if she called
him to take nude pictures of her, he'd be at our door in about two
minutes. So I said OK.
Cindy was still seated in front of the computer. I rubbed her
shoulder, then slid my hands down the front of her T-shirt and cupped
her sweet breasts, which always fit so nicely in my hands. As I
started to rub her nipples between my thumbs and fingers, she went
"Mmmmm," and arched her head back to rub it against my crotch. I
reached down to pull up her shirt, and the wispy, soft bra that
(barely) contained her breasts. She could only take a couple minutes
of me rubbing and squeezing her bare boobs before she had to get up to
respond. She pulled her shirt and bras, which were scrunched up around
her shoulders, all the way over her head and off, came in close for a
kiss, and started rubbing my dick through my shorts. As she undressed
me, she began reminiscing about that day with Glen, knowing that would
excite me.
"Glen was so hard that day, Babe," she said. "When he took his pants
off, his dick stood straight up in his lap. Straight up! The veins
were popped out so far it looked like he was going to explode! I was
already so wet that I just had to climb on, even though cars were
whizzing by so close to us on the road. And my God, he pounded me up
and down so hard and fast, I'll bet you could hear the slap! in the
cars going by!" By now we were both naked. She had both hands pulling
and stroking my cock, and I had two fingers in her snatch and her clit
between my thumb and forefinger. We'd forgotten to set up the camera,
though, and I ran to find it, my erect dick flopping around. I got the
camera and started to set it up on our tripod. Cindy stood behind me,
yanking my crank skillfully.
So the pictures we sent to Jerry and Claire (and their group) showed
us in a similar pose, Cindy's hand grasping the base of my cock, both
of our faces extremely flushed. My dick, of course, stood out
horizontally, lacking the curve of Jerry's, and while longer, was not
as thick. I'm prejudiced of course, but aside from her breasts, which
were ¼, or less, the size of Claire's, Cindy had a better face and
body.
While we were taking those posed pictures, or rather, I was taking
them with the timer, Cindy kept up her efforts on my schlong, so that
when we had enough pictures, I was seriously close to shooting my wad.
I turned to face Cindy, grabbing and working her snatch, and we slowly
got down on the carpet. As I worked on Cindy with my tongue, she
continued her details about Glen. I remember how she looked that day
at the school nothing slutty, but sexy just the same. She wore a
pair of her little denim shorts and a white blouse just tight enough
to display the little bounce of her boobs when she walked. She was
working with Glen on one part of the scenery, and I could tell she was
subtly teasing him, with a little extra wiggle here and a little touch
on the shoulder there. Just before lunch, she had to go to one of the
classrooms to get some paint, and Glen followed her.
"As soon as the door closed behind us, his hands were all over me,"
she said while I flicked her with my tongue. "He rubbed my tits, and
squeezed my ass. He rubbed my pussy over my shorts, and tried to push
his hand down the front, but I pushed him away because I didn't want
to get all disheveled, but I could see he's developed a bulge in his
pants, and I asked him Is that for me?' He just said I want you.
Right now.'" When they returned from "getting the paint," Cindy's
nipples stood out like pencil erasers.
At lunch, there was beer, and Cindy had more that her usual quota
(about half a can). She had, I think, three beers, and she claimed
that she was too sleepy to work. Glen said he had an appointment and
offered to drive her. Cindy admitted later that they concocted the
stories to get time together.
"He had my pants off and was fingering me before we even left the
parking lot," Cindy said, getting a little breathless because she was
getting close to coming. "As soon as we got in the truck, he went for
my pussy. I helped him by unzipping my shorts, but he did the rest,
pulling everything down to my knees with one hand while he
finger-fucked me with the other. I could see one of the other parents
going to their car while I shook the panties and shorts down to where
I could kick them off. I spread my legs to give him easy access and
whispered Glen, we can't stay here!' He drove out of the parking lot
with one hand, the other one poking in and out of my cunt. God, I was
wet! Glen drove slowly for only a couple miles, fingering me all the
way, then he pulled off the road, you know, that wide place by the
mango tree? He pulled his shorts down, and that big dick just stood
straight up. I grabbed it and God! It was so hard! He squeezed my tits
while I pulled on his rock-hard tool, but he didn't even get my blouse
off before I just had to feel that thing inside me! He moved over from
behind the steering wheel and, using his dick to pull myself over, I
straddled him and slid down all the way onto him, facing him. He just
muttered Oh, god, Cindy! as I wiggled around. He felt so huge,
filling me up! He squeezed my tits a little as we both enjoyed the
feeling of him inside me. Then he grabbed my hips and just slammed me
down again and again! He was like an animal! I came so hard I thought
I was gonna pass out!"
At this point Cindy started to come in real time as well, so her story
degenerated into inarticulate grunts for a couple of minutes. I moves
above her, rubbing my dickhead around her labia and back and forth
across her clit. I slid gently into her silky slit. As I started my
stroke, she re-started her story.
"After only a little while, Glen grunted and I could feel him squirt a
load deep into me. The cars were going by and after a minute or two, I
noticed them again, and Glen did too. I rolled off him, leaking slime
on him and his car seats. He pulled up his shorts and drove off. When
we got to our house, my shorts and panties were still lying in a heap
on the floor of the truck. I asked Glen to get out first and open the
garage door, go in and open the side entrance and close the garage
door again. I ran from the truck to the garage, holding my panties and
shorts in my hand! I hope none of the neighbors saw my naked butt,
cause it was, like, two o'clock in the afternoon!"
Using my arms, I pushed her legs further apart and started pounding
her hard. She was starting pant, but she continued her story,
inflaming me as I slammed into her harder and faster.
"Glen grabbed me as soon as I ran through the side door. He said,
I've been waiting two years for this and once isn't near enough' He
stripped off my blouse and bra roughly, picked me up and carried me
over over to that old OH that old sofa standing over me, he stripped,
and I could see his OH I could see that big thick cock standing out,
hard again he lay down on the sofa with me ran his hands over every
inch of my body my tits sucked my nipples then he fucked me again so
hard so deep OH GOD! my legs were up in the air spread so wide he was
so far inside me fucking me so hard Oh I was commmming commming OH
GOD!! FUCK ME!!! FUCK!!! OH"
After the two of us recovered, I stood up, walked over to the
computer, and clicked the "send" command. Our photo was on its way to
Jerry and Claire. In about two weeks we would be on the way to
Missouri. Cindy's interest in Jerry's fat, curved cock grew to an
obsession, mirrored, as it turned out, by Jerry's goal of poking an
Asian. But all that is for Part 2 of "My Japanese Wife goes to
Missouri," coming soon.