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Subject: My Japanese Wife goes to Missouri, Part One (revised version)
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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 spread out and 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 agreed) 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.
Glen was the husband of one of our friends, a guy who'd made no secret
about his admiration for my wife, and who had reached under her shirt
and grabbed her tit as he kissed her one New Year's Eve. Cindy had
worn a patterned silk shirt and under it, one of he wispiest bras, one
that pulls her boobs up a little, but hardly restrains them from
bouncing and jiggling. She only wears it when she wants to tease, but
only with patterns, usually an aloha print, so that the jiggling isn't
so obvious. Cindy was making the rounds, checking that everyone had
enough pupus and drink. She looked fantastic, as she always does when
she's enjoying herself. I was enjoying watching her move around, and
the subtle movement of her breasts under her shirt. Cindy said that
Glen followed her into the kitchen, and complimented her on how
fantastic she looked. Staring at her chest, he said he really liked
the "pattern" on her shirt. Cindy felt her nipples getting hard under
his stare, and excusing herself, went back into the parlor. Glen
caught up with her a few minutes later. As he spoke, he gestured with
his hand holding his drink, and slowly, lightly brushed her shirt, and
the tip of her breast, with his knuckles. Cindy looked up in alarm,
but no one had noticed. She took a step back. Glen looked down and saw
her nipples making little tents on her shirt. Cindy folded her arms
over her breasts and said "Glen, please stop." He replied "Don't tell
me you didn't enjoy it. I can see for myself that you did." He smiled,
"Cindy, you look so good, I just had to touch you. Don't be mad."
Cindy went back to her guests and didn't see Glen until just before
midnite. At about 11:55 she was in the kitchen alone, checking on the
ice. Glen came up behind her and gently grasped her right breast in
his right hand, whispering "Happy New Year, Cindy" in her ear. When
she didn't jump away, and in fact sighed and leaned back a little,
Glen moved his left hand to grasp her other breast. He squeezed them
lightly. After about ten seconds, Cindy slowly turned out of his
embrace. She whispered "Glen, all of our friends are here - just
stop." A ferw minutes later, at midnite, everyone yelled "Happy New
Year" and kissed. Cindy was with me, then started moving around,
wishing everyone Happy New Year. Glen found her near the door, and
they kissed. As they kissed, Glenstuck his tongue in her moth and
opened a couple of buttons on her shirt, just above her belt. He
turned
them so her back was to everyone else, then snaked his hand inside her
shirt and pulled her breast out of her bra. He squeezed it and and
played with her nipple for a minute or so, while everyone was singing
"Auld lang Syne." Several people noticed that something was going on,
and I thought I had caught a
fleeting glimpse of movement under my wife's shirt.
The next summer, while they were riding in the back seat returning
from a beach outing late in the evening, the next step occurred.
Everyone else in the car except for me, the driver, was asleep. They
were cuddled up close, talking in low voices. Cindy had her hand, she
says more or less absent-mindedly, on Glen's leg, by the knee. As they
talked he slowly moved her hand up his leg until she was touching his
erection. She said she was excited by the sheer recklessness of the
situation. Glen's wife was sleeping next to Glen, and I was driving.
Cindy felt it up and down a few times, "squeezed it once" then
pulled her hand away. Glen pulled a blanket over them. Under the
blanket, he pulled his shorts down. He grabbed cindy's hand agin,
brought it under the blanket, and my wife felt his smooth hard penis.
She
whispered "this isn't a good idea," but everyone else in the car,
besides the driver, seemed to be asleep. She stroked him up and down
for a few minutes, feeling him grow fatter and harder, and a little
pre-cum came out to assist with lubrication. Glen, for his part, felt
up her tits for a while, then, as her efforts brought him closer to
the edge, wriggled his hand under her bathing suit bottom to finger
her. Both of them started to
breathe heavily, and she figured he would shoot fairly soon, when the
other occupant of the back seat, Glen's wife, woke up. My wife
quickly pulled her hand away and shrugged the blanket off her, so it
was just covering the guy and his hard-on.
Another time, about 1995, several families went camping down at the
beach with all of our kids. My wife's not much of a swimmer, so when I
took a bunch of the kids out snorkeling, she stayed up on the beach
watching us. I noticed she was sitting with Glen. While we were
snorkling, I noticed that neither my wife nor Glen were on the beach.
The kids and I followed a couple of turtles down the coast and were
gone for forty-five minutes to an hour. When we returned, I noticed
they were back on the beach, sitting neither too close nor
suspiciously far apart on the mat. After we got back in, got the kids
cleaned up and the equipment put away, my wife suggested we take a
walk. She said she wanted to tell me what had happened, but I
had to promise not to say anything. I agreed.
She said that she had wanted to smoke a joint while the kids were out
in the water, and that she and Glen had retreated to a little grove of
trees for some privacy. Smoking (until we gave it up) always made my
wife horny. They lay back under the trees and Glen started to mess
around, just
putting his arm over her, rubbing her arm and so on. He started
rubbing her stomach, progressively bumping the bottom of her breasts
more and more. Finally he moved his hand up over her breast and
squeezed it, over her suit. When she didn't protest, he pulled her
suit top up and started lightly rubbing her bare breasts. Her breasts
are really sensitive and she said her nipples were very hard. Still
tweaking her nipples with one hand, the guy took one of her hands and
guided it down to his exposed cock. Her hand closed over the shaft,
and she began to jack him. After a couple of minutes of this petting,
he had inserted one hand into her pants and was seeking her pussy. She
realized, however, that they were more or less out in the open, and
that even though the kids were nearly all in the water, there were
still some adults around, including his wife. She whispered "What the
hell are we doing?" and pulled her hand off his cock. He said "Sorry!"
and got up on his knees. He told her how beautiful she was, continuing
to rub her exposed breasts as he did so. His erection bobbed a few
inches away. My wife said that because of the breast massage, she
could feel that she was already wet, and as she stared at his
throbbing hard-on, her impulse was to grab it, but she said "Put that
thing away. Let's go to my tent," pulled her top back over her boobs,
and got up to leave. He grabbed his bobbing schlong. "Please help me
put it away," he said. " She closed her hand on it, bent down to take
the head in her mouth briefly, "pulled it a couple times," as she put
it, then stuffed it back into his shorts.
As they walked back to our tent, it occurred to her that full-on
fucking was probably not that great an idea, with everyone around in
reasonably close proximity. So when they got into our tent, she turned
around, dropped to her knees, pulled out his semi-hard cock, and
started sucking and pulling it. She felt him tense in a couple minutes
and pulled it out just in time for a clot of cum to spray into her
hair. She milked the rest out of him, making him groan, they cleaned
up and went back out to the beach. As it turned out, she only
succeeded in postponing getting fucked (and fucked hard several times)
by the guy for about two weeks, when I came home to find her oozing
cum on our sofa. Something about the prospect of going to Missouri
made her want to tell ne the story again.
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 a quarter, 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.
"Even while we were working in the cafeteria, with everyone around,
Glen was touching my butt or my boobs, trying to make it look
accidental. 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 got one hand inside my blouse, and
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'd developed a bulge in his pants, and I
asked him 'Is that for me?'while I rubbed it over his shorts 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!' Still, he kept fingering me with
one hand and squeezing my tits with the other one for a few minutes. I
rubbed his hard-on through his shorts, and I could feel a little wet
spot at the tip. Finally, he drove out of the parking lot with one
hand, the other one poking in and out of my cunt and rubbing my clit.
I just lay back, with my left hand grasping his rod. After we left the
parking lot, I pushed my hand down his belly and grasped the base of
his tool. God, I was wet! Glen drove slowly for only a couple miles,
fingering me all the way. I pulled his shorts over his dick and
dropped my head in his lap, taking as much of his meat in my mouth as
I could, while yanking him with one hand. His driving got slower, then
he pulled off the road, you know, that wide place by the mango tree?
He pulled his shorts all the way down, and that big dick just stood
straight up. I grabbed it again 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 moved
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, cum smearing my cheeks and dribbling down my legs!
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 GOD DAMNIT! FUCK! He dragged he over to
the edge of the sofa and pounded me haard, so fucking hard-he was
standing up, pulling all the way out-then jamming it all the way
in-the way I like-he took my tits in his hands- squeezing and just
holding on-moving my body by my tits-when he shot his load, he pushed
all the way inside-Oh, GOD! So far inside?OOOOOOHHHHH!!!" I blasted my
load as far into her as I could. As she kept moving, milking the last
drops out, she told me how she did the same with Glen, how she didn't
want him to pull it out, how he just stayed
imbedded in her, his cock still semi-hard, for a long time, as she
twitched her pelvis and came a couple more times. He started to rub
her tits again and soon was, if not fully erect, hard enough, and he
started thrusting again. She said she was so full of cum that Glen was
forcing goo out of her with each thrust, and making sloppy sounds. The
third time the fucking was more gentle; he was softly rubbing her tits
while making long, slow, almost tender thrusts into her. When he was
buried all the way in, he would pause and move their bodies together,
savoring the penetration. "He was just gently sliding his dick back
and forth. We were lying face to face on the couch. I reached down and
lightly closed my hand on the base of his cock, letting it slide
between my fingers as it slipped in and out of me and giving it a
little squeeze now and the," Cindy said, doing the same to me. "I
figured I could made him come a third time, because I could feel him
thickening and he was starting to poke more forcefully, but then I saw
that it was almost 3:30 and I realized that you'd be home soon."
As we lay panting, Cindy said that after Glen pulled out, when he was
trying to get dressed, she kept playing with his still-hard dick,
pumping it with her hand until it was back to full-staff. She sat in
front of him, naked, and took his dick in her mouth while continuing
to pull it. "I used this twisting motion," Cindy said, while doing the
same to me. "Then I lay back and pulled him back down between my legs.
He slid it back in, all the way to the bottom. I grabbed his butt to
pull him in until the tip of his dick was touching me deep, so fucking
deep, babe. He grabbed my legs and held them together, back over my
head. I was bent over backwards, my cunt in the air. When Glen got
going on his stroke, hard and fast, I started coming right away. I
screamed so loud the dog started barking. Glen pounded into me for a
while?I don't know how long, then he gave this grunt like a caveman or
something and collapsed on top of me. I didn't feel a splash from him
that time, but he'd already flooded my cunt twice. I wanted to cuddle,
but after a couple minutes Glen pulled away and got very quiet, and
then he left without saying hardly anything." Cindy guessed he was
feeling guilty, which would fit with his confession that same night.
We lay in silence, our hands on each other's body.
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.