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Author; Ace, Storyace
title; Screwed in Japan
codes;
M/F, M/F, cheat, interrac, young/old, inc., [brief] BD
Summery; Dave's troubles with his
Japanese wife continue; has the time come to assert himself at last?
This is third, and the final
episode in my �screwed� series. It
is not necessary to read the first two stories before enjoying this one, but it
would probably be more fun that way. I have
changed this copy to American spelling
link to; screwed
Screwed in Japan
please send any and all thoughts of this
story to; [email protected]
Screwed in Japan [revised
2001]
Naomi and I have been
in Japan, with our daughter Kim, for three months now.
Things haven�t been
going quite as I�d hoped, though.
Let�s see, when I
left off the tale last, we were just about to leave the U.S., after some
traumatic emotional times, and having come into a very large sum of money.
At the airport, Naomi
told me that she knew I�d been unfaithful to her again. It was the stress of
travelling I suppose, that triggered her outburst. She had kept it bottled up
until then, and I was almost happy to have it in the open. I would have
preferred a more private place, though.
Naomi�s family is
very rich. She�d told me that they had a nice place in the suburbs of Kyoto,
but I hadn�t imagined something quite so grand. Inside a high perimeter wall
there were several houses surrounding a large ornamental garden. One was
occupied by Naomi�s father and his younger mistress, another by her elder
brother, and one by her mother and younger sister.
Naomi had not been on
speaking terms with her father since our marriage. I had been hoping that there
would be a reconciliation, but that had not occurred.
I understood that her
father had doted on her when she was younger, but there had been increasing
friction up until the time she left Japan and met me. I had hoped that now that
I [we] were rich, I would be accepted by the old man, but it was pretty
hopeless. At the rare and tense gathering of the clan that occurred during the
first month we were there, he merely scowled in my direction the one unfortunate
time our eyes met. There seemed to be a lot of that in the family; Naomi�s
mother didn�t talk to him either. She got on fine with his mistress, though.
There was a smaller,
unoccupied house in the compound as well, and our family moved into it.
Being a twenty four
year old unemployed millionaire in a strange country was looking to be pretty
boring, especially with the language barrier.
There was something that I had always wanted to do though; get back into
karate, which I had stopped when I was eighteen. I found a Dojo where I could
train. Nothing amazing, just a nice little school with ordinary people, young
and old, men and women. I was in an intermediate group, and I could train twice
a day if I wanted to, sometimes with the black belts.
The morning session was
terribly early, from 6:30 to 7:30AM, but I went every day, leaving before anyone
was awake. I was always sore, but I felt my strength and self-confidence
building, and it felt great.
When I returned, Naomi
would usually give me a massage. The loving feeling of her small hands on my
sore muscles was an elixir.
Our sex life took some
time to get back on track, though. Naomi was really pissed at me for my little
indiscretion with Cindy. What was that compared to her two-year affair with my
step father, or her letting a stranger fuck her in the ass while I was tied up
watching?
Naomi�s younger
sister, Hoshi is seventeen, voluptuous, and flirtatious.
She�s bigger than Naomi [which is easy, since Naomi is tiny], with
large breasts for an oriental girl. For any girl.
She loved to prance by
me pushing her chest out, too. And if that wasn�t bad enough, somehow I got
roped into spending some time with her each day to help her with her English.
Naomi made me promise
that I wouldn�t take advantage of her little sister, though. She [Naomi]
started to give me a blowjob one morning after my massage. Naomi�s blowjobs
are amazing, and all would be perfect if she would just give them to me
exclusively. I would have promised her anyway, but in the midst of such rapture,
she knows I�ll do anything she asks. I�m no lady killer, but it was clear
that Hoshi was attracted to her sister�s foreign husband. Caucasian�s are
considered kinky in Japan.
There was an American
guy who was usually at the Dojo, a black belt named Joe. He�s lived here for
some years, teaching English and practicing his karate. He befriended me; lord
knows I needed a friend here, and would translate for me in class.
Joe has a hard time in
Japan. He�s black, and the people here are commonly racist. It�s no problem
at the Dojo or even his work, where he�s respected, but he needed a friend,
too.
Naomi had met Joe
several times already before the first night he came for dinner at our house. I
was happy the way she made such a fuss of the preparations for the meal, and
then over her appearance. Now, you�re probably thinking what a fool I am, and
I guess you�re right; but at the time, I found it flattering to myself that
she would want to impress my new friend.
And he was clearly
impressed. Naomi is a very beautiful woman, and that�s not just my opinion.
But when she puts an effort into it, like she did that evening, she can stop
traffic.
Her long thick black
hair was down, gleaming and lustrous. She
wore open high-heeled shoes on her dainty feet, something that always turns me
on, but that she hadn�t done for a while.
Her tight green silk
dress was slit on one side to her upper thigh, so her well shaped right leg
would be completely exposed on one step, then tantalizingly disappear on the
next.
She served us in
Japanese style, each dish only slightly less delicious than herself.
It took me a while to realize
that she was flirting with Joe. Her eyes would linger on his for just a couple
of seconds too long each time one of them had spoken.
Aware of my peril at
last, I tried to see Joe through Naomi�s eyes. Joe is, as I said, Black. He
also looks to be pushing fifty. I had never thought of the possibility of my
wife being interested in him sexually. But then I thought of Frank; he was that
age, and he turned her on like hell.
A few of you have
written to me, saying that you didn�t understand why Naomi was attracted to
Frank, so much so that she carried on a blatant affair with him for a couple of
years, even though he was my step father. I could never figure it out either,
but he was a big guy, both in the normal sense, and in the penis department. We
have had some very open discussions about sex and love in the last two days, and
I actually asked her outright;
�What was it exactly
that turned you on so much about Frank?�
�I wasn�t really
turned on by him.�
�Oh come on now,
Naomi! You were having sex with him behind my back for two years! And you want
me to believe that you weren�t turned on?�
�But Dave, you knew
the whole time!�
�Well, ok, I knew, but
you didn�t know I knew.�
�You knew when I
fucked with him the first time; it was your own fault [I dispute this]. And then
you knew that I was up there once a week, what could you think?�
What I had thought was
that there wasn't much I could do about it.
�But what was it
about him that attracted you?� I insisted.
�Nothing. The first
time, it was because of you, and after that, I just let him. It was very
important to him, and it didn�t seem to be a big deal. And you never said
anything about it.�
I knew this to be a
bunch of bull, as I used to go and watch them, and then bugged Frank�s house.
She used to come more often than an inner city bus. But whatever it was, she
didn�t want to say. I got a pretty good idea later as to what was behind this
attraction for older men, but we�ll come to that in a little while.
There's another thing I
want to make clear; it was never my intention that Naomi should have sex with my
step father, as some of you seemed to think after reading my first story.
The plan was for Naomi to distract him, and perhaps flirt with him a
little. By flirt, I mean a little
bit of excessive eye contact, perhaps show a little leg.
Certainly not physical contact.
Back to the story;
Joe was big, in the
normal sense. Perhaps Naomi also thought that he would be hung like a bull,
being a black man. I knew she liked that, even though every woman I�ve ever
talked to about it insists that it doesn�t matter.
I suppose that Joe is a
good looking guy. His hair has gone fairly grey, but he still has plenty of it.
His face is still youngish. But his body�
I have to admit, the guy is built like a brick shithouse. Our sport is
extremely strenuous, and Joe�s been at it regularly for years. He�s strong
and very lean, and his muscle definition would make any weight lifter envious.
But [unlike lifters I have known], his movements are always graceful and
relaxed. He carries his large body very well, with the kind of confidence that
you�d expect from the martial arts master that he is.
I was relieved when Joe
finally went home. All of us were feeling horny by then, and I was trying to
figure out how to diffuse the situation. You see, Naomi had hinted to me that
she intended to even the score. That is, as I had cheated on her with Cindy
before we left the U.S., she would do the same [but not with Cindy] at some
point. To me, this was absurd for several reasons; for one, the �score� was
entirely hers. She had had ten times more extra marital sex than I had had.
Secondly, it was a spontaneous act with Cindy. Naomi looked to me as though she
was laying the groundwork for laying Joe. She
didn�t want me that night. Oh, I wanted her, I tried. But it was nothing
doing.
A few days later, as I
returned from my morning training, I heard someone in our house. Someone male.
Joe; �Oh god Naomi! That�s great! Oh, uh� yes oh yes, like that��
�How�s this Joe?� I
heard my wife inquire, sweetly.
�Oh yeah, that�s the
spot! You�re a gem,
Naomi, a gem.�
I peeked around the
corner... Joe was on the massage table, still dressed where it counts, thank
God. Naomi was rubbing down his powerful upper body.
I hid. That was my
first instinct; to watch, and see where this would lead. But then I forced
myself out of my apathy; I had screwed up my life enough by that route.
�Hi!� I said to
them as I walked in with a boldness I didn�t feel.
�Here�s Dave
now!� said Naomi brightly, as though everything was normal.
�Hey, Dave.� Said
Joe from under my wife�s hands. �I came to see if you wanted to come for a
swim. Lucky for me you weren�t here! Naomi�s got a way with tired backs.�
Sure. He knew damn well
when the morning session ends, and when I was due home. I bet if I hadn�t
walked in, his back would have found the strength required to do whatever came
naturally.
So we went for a swim.
The thing was, I really liked Joe. He�s just that kind of guy. I don�t know
if I�d be able to resist Naomi in seduction mode. Shit, I hadn�t even been
able to resist Cindy, so who was I to judge a guy like Joe? And if she was going
to do it, I�d prefer Joe to the last two men she�d cheated on me with; I�d
hated them both.
Naomi invited Joe for
dinner again, that very night.
That evening, we sat in
our bedroom as she fixed her makeup. She had had her hair done, it was fixed and
pinned so most of it was up, and a few tantalising locks came down in spirals on
each side of her lovely face. She was wearing high black boots and fishnet
stockings that I hadn�t seen before, and a black leather miniskirt. Her full
little breasts were getting some air.
�I want to fuck with Joe
tonight� she said, right out of the blue.
That was already clear,
even to me. But I was still pretty surprised that she would say it outright.
�Naomi!
How can you say that?� I
demanded.
�I say it just like I
feel it, Dave. I feel like fucking
Joe. Tonight.
Do you understand, Dave?�
�Please, Naomi! Don�t
do this to me.�
�Don�t be so egoist,
Dave! I do this for myself.�
�Naomi, you�re my
wife! How do you think it makes me feel that you want Joe, that you tell me that
you want to have sex with him?�
�How do you think I
feel that you fucked with Cindy again? After your big blah blah about how we
should be honest to each other! This time I tell you strait. I want to fuck with
your big friend Joe.� she said, watching me through the mirror as she tilted
her head to one side to put on an earring.
�What if he doesn�t
want to fuck with you?� big mistake. Shouldn�t have said that�
Naomi laughed sweetly. Is
it possible to laugh sweetly about such a thing? Well, she did.
�If he doesn�t want to,
then there is no problem!�
�But Naomi, why must you
do this?�
She looked dreamily out
of the window; �I wanted him from the first time I met him. Joe is very sexy;
he�s just so big and strong. It�s just something I need to do. Would you be
happier if I lied about it?�
�No.� I admitted,
miserably.
�I thought so. And
anyway, this way, you get to watch!� she said, brightly.
I held my head in my
hands. �I don�t know if I can take this.� I said.
Naomi stroked my head
with a light touch. �It will be ok, Dave. I love you, I want to stay with you.
I just want to have some fun with Joe.�
She stood, and held my
head against her naked breasts. �Now take off your pants, and I�ll give you
a nice blow job.�
I complied, and lay on my
back on the bed.
�Don�t mess up my
hair.� Naomi warned me, and started.
The evening went along
essentially like the previous one. Naomi had put on a semi transparent light
black silk shirt that knotted below her breasts.
Her tits weren�t quite visible through it, but one couldn�t help but
try to sneak a peek. Her curvy hips were bare, showing her wonderfully flat tiny
stomach.
She had reapplied her
makeup, and her face was simply exquisite.
Somewhere I couldn�t
believe this was really happening. Yet it clearly was. My wife was sitting too
close to my friend, her eyes kept holding his. She seemed to just ooze in his
direction.
Joe seemed a bit
baffled by the situation. Naomi was dressed to kill, and putting the make on him
just short of whorish. Meanwhile, I was trying to pretend everything was
perfectly normal.
Naomi kept touching and
Joe's powerful arm with her fingers each time she spoke to him; her nipples were
protruding through her flimsy blouse.
I can't remember what
point I had just attempted to make, when Naomi asked Joe �What do you think,
Joe?� With her face about six
inches from his, while stroking the back of his hand with her fingertips.
�Naomi, honey, at
this point I'm barely able to think at all.�
Was Joe's reply.
By ten o�clock, Naomi had
had enough of the nonsense.
�Dave, why don�t you go
for a walk so I can be alone with Joe for a while?�
I almost choked on my sake.
�Go on!� she insisted.
�Hey, wait a minute,�
said Joe, as I stood, �is this
what you want, Dave?�
NO! I wanted to
scream� �Yes� is what I mumbled, the words seeming to flow from Naomi�s
eyes, into and through me.
I left, taking a jacket
from a peg by the door on my way out.
She wanted him, and she
was going to have him. It would
only bring trouble on myself were I to try to fight it, I thought.
I sat in a little park
by the road a few hundred yards from our house. I would�ve loved to see what
was going on inside. I know you all would also like a report; but there was no
way to see in from outside, as all the blinds had been down. Also, I really
didn�t want to be seen in the garden peeping through my own windows by any of
Naomi�s family.
After about forty-five
minutes, Joe came out of the compound gate, and headed in my direction, the way
home for him.
He saw me sitting there and
stopped; �Dave, we gotta talk.� He said.
I patted the bench next to
me, and he sat down.
�Dave, I really feel like
shit. What just happened� it wasn�t right.�
I felt like shit too.
�It�s ok, Joe. Two
consenting adults can do no wrong.�
�Well, if one�s
married, it takes three consenting adults in my book.�
�Shit, Joe, I told you it
was ok.�
�Yeah, that�s what your
mouth said, but your eyes told another tale, buddy.�
�You shouldn�t feel
bad, Joe. No heterosexual male could�ve resisted Naomi tonight.�
�You got a point there,
Dave. Damn, she was really something.�
�What happened, then?�
Joe looked down at the
ground; �Everything.�
My heart sunk further. Not
that I didn�t already know.
�And something else
you�d better know, Dave� I�, we, didn�t use any protection.�
I suddenly envisioned
his naked black cock in my wife�s sweet place, her small pale body writhing
below his large black muscled one in orgasm.
�Tell me, Joe. Tell
me what you did.�
�A gentleman doesn�t
kiss and tell, Dave.�
�If kissing was all that
went on, I�d be happy to hear it! C�mon Joe. I need to know.�
�Ok, Dave, here it
is; we made it. Had sex. Fucked. I fucked your wife. Is that what you wanted to
hear?�
�Details, Joe,� I
whined, �I need to know the details. Who made the first move?�
�She did. You weren�t
even out the front door, and she was on my lap.�
�And?�
�She kissed me. Held my
face in her hands and kissed me.�
�Tongue?�
�Yeah. Tongue.�
�What did you do?�
�I-I put my arms
around her. I kissed her back. Aw, Dave! She�s a tiger in an angel suit! She
was twisting around and stuff.�
�Could she feel your hard
on?�
Joe hesitated at further
disclosure. Then continued.
�Oh yeah, she could feel
it. She was rubbing her crotch back and forth on it.�
�Then what?�
Joe sighed, then said
�She took off my shirt. I took off hers. She climbed off of me and unbuckled
my belt, opened my pants.�
�Go on,� I said,
hoarsely, �Then she went down on you?�
He looked up at me; �No.
She just, um, fondled me. You look a little surprised.�
�Well, usually, it�s
the first thing she wants to do to a guy.�
�So, this happens
often?�
�Yes. No. Well, you�re
not the first. There were two others.�
�I don�t know if that
makes me feel better or worse.�
I put my hand on my
friend�s shoulder, �Feel better, Joe. The other two guys were both real
scum. If she had to do this again, I�m glad it was with you.�
�Thanks, Dave�
�So what happened
next?�
�She pulled her skirt
off. When I saw that bald pussy of hers� man, she�s one hot lady.�
�Wait a minute! She was
shaved?�
�That�s right. She
wasn�t wearing no panties either. Just those kinky boots and stockings.�
She had shaved herself once
before, to please my stepfather.
�She sat back down on my
lap,� Joe continued quietly, �And we just petted for a while.�
�You fingered her?�
�Yeah. I fingered her.
She kept stroking my rod. I don�t think I�ve been wound up like that for ten
years.�
�And she never went down
on you?�
�No. Why, you upset about
that?�
�You missed something.
Naomi gives amazing head.�
�If that hot wife of
yours had taken me in her mouth right then, I doubt I coulda held it back.�
�So what happened
next?�
�Geez, Dave, you want
every last detail?�
�Yes.�
�Ok, if it�s what
you want. She lay down on the tatami on her back, and just reached out her arms
to me. I took my pants off the rest of the way, and I got down on my belly to
give her a licking.�
�Did she come?�
�Oh yeah. She came. I
thought she was gonna crush my head between her thighs when she did.�
I giggled involuntarily.
�Then what?� I asked.
�I got up on my knees
so the tip of my thing just touched her crack. She lifted herself up on those
kinky boots a little, and pushed down so I was in her.�
�All the way?�
�Well, yeah. All the
way.�
�How did it feel?�
�Well, you should know,
Dave! How old is Naomi? Nineteen, twenty?�
�Twenty four.�
�Well, I�m fifty
two. And I tell you, a twenty four year old beauty like your wife wrapped around
me feels just fine.�
�I always thought you
were in your early forties.�
�Thanks, Dave.�
�I hope you gave it to
her good, Joe.�
He looked surprised at what
I had just said. I was surprised, myself.
He looked at me strangely,
and said; �Yeah, I did. I gave it to her good.�
�What was she saying
while you did it?�
�Hell, Dave! I can�t
repeat all that shit!�
�Yeah, ok. You came
together?�
�Yeah. When she started
to, I couldn�t hold out. It was over pretty quick.�
Neither of us said anything
for a minute.
We talked on; we talked
of philosophy, life, love, the universe, and friendship.
After a couple of
hours, it was getting cold, and we went to our respective homes.
Naomi was already in
bed. As I climbed in, she turned to
me; � Dave,� she said,
�Yes?� I replied,
�Thank you.� she
said.
The following day, when
I returned from morning training, Naomi was not in the house.
I took my shower, and lay down on my belly on the massage table to relax.
I heard soft footsteps.
The touch of light fingers across my back.
I knew straight away that it wasn�t Naomi.
I lay quietly, as if asleep. I
was certain it was Naomi�s sister.
Despite my time living
with Naomi, and my few months in Japan, I do not pretend to understand Japanese
ways. It seemed to me that Naomi must have sent her sister as a thank you gift;
the girl had the hots for me, she would do it if Naomi said to. And she has so
much respect for her older sister, I couldn�t see any other way she would come
to me like this.
The fingers traced
up-and-down my naked body. They lightly massaged my arms, shoulders, then down
my back, finally my ass. The
fingers were not shy. They ran into the crack, circling my anus. They reached
under, stimulating my balls. I
lifted my hips, and a hand slid under, to hold and squeeze my penis.
I was a surprised at the forwardness of the girl.
Suddenly I had doubts,
it was not Naomi, of that I was certain, but I was far from sure that it was.
I turned over. It was
not Hoshi; it was Yuriko, Naomi�s mother. She wore a red kimono, her hair was
down. I had never seen her hair
down before. It was thick and
shoulder length, the grey hairs contrasted sharply with the black. She smiled at
me, and, palms together, bowed. I
didn�t know what to do. I lay
naked, my cock hard as a rock. She
reached out and took it in her two hands.
My mind raced
backwards. Things Naomi had said;
how her mother was lonely, needed a new man.
Naomi giggling with her mother, as the two of them looked me over.
Yuriko was a lovely
woman, for her age. She bent down, and her warm mouth enveloped my cock, as her
large brown slanted eyes watched my face for a signal.
In my own defense, all
I can say is I was very horny. I
had badly wanted to make love to Naomi the night before, but she had refused me.
�Your friend has left me all worn out Dave. I need to sleep now.� She�d
said.
Her mother was a poor substitute. But, I thought,
Naomi had sent her to me, knowing that we each had what the other needed.
I sat up, and taking
the woman�s head in my hands, and lifted her mouth to mine.
I kissed her, and held her at arm�s-length. Her soft eyes regarded me with affection and lust.
It was strange, making
love with my mother-in-law. It was
not to she was so old; I guess she was only about 45.
The last woman I�d had an affair with, Cindy, was nearly that age.
Yuriko was similar to
Naomi physically. She was small and
lean, with high cheekbones and large eyes. She had almost no breasts, but she
had a wonderful round little ass. It was just that, well, she�s my
mother-in-law.
Soon she was below me
on the table, doing her daughters duty with gusto.
She was not alone in her enthusiasm, I confess. I was enjoying myself
mightily. Yuriko is a very passionate woman; on our first encounter she had
several powerful orgasms, and my doubts about having sex with her decreased a
little bit with each one.
When we were done, she
tied up her kimono, and scurried quickly back to her own house. Was there a sense of shame? Well, I didn�t feel completely
OK about this. Before, and during,
it felt great. But afterwards,
I�m afraid I did feel ashamed at what I had done.
I can�t say why, Oedipus complex perhaps.
My own mother died a long time ago, and Naomi�s mother is the only one
I have.
The next week was
fairly uneventful; I kept to my training regime, and Naomi would usually give me
my massage afterwards, but that was all I was getting from her. She didn�t seem to be interested in having sex with me;
I sure did have interest in her. She enjoyed it when I paid her
compliments, and she always liked me to hug her and caress her. But she would
always stop me from going further.
I rented a videodisc on
Friday, the latest blockbuster; I had found a copy in English. I was looking forward to a quiet evening, just Naomi and I on
the couch. But, as you no doubt
have guessed, Joe came along, at Naomi�s invitation.
The three of us sat on
the couch, watching the movie. My
attention, however, couldn�t help but be redirected to my wife as she cuddled
up with my friend.
Her feet were up on the
couch, her shoulder under Joe�s armpit, his strong arm around her thin
shoulders, her head against his chest. The
affection seemed almost innocent. Almost. I
couldn�t help but look from time to time to see what they were up to.
Nothing much happened for the first hour, but then I observed that Naomi
had freed Joe�s big black dick, and was caressing it with her fingertips.
His penis was not as awesome as I had feared it would be. But he was big. Bigger than I, bigger than Frank.
Joe looked at me,
nervously. �Naomi told me, Dave, that, um, you like to watch.�
My mouth was dry, I
felt like there was a log in my throat. I hate it when that happens to me; when
I freeze like that, like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car about to run
him over.
Naomi turned her head
to look at me.
�Go on, Dave. Tell
Joe the truth. He might as well know, then we can all enjoy ourselves. You like
to watch other men fuck with me, don�t you?�
I could feel the flush
coming to my face, for despite everything I�ve said, it was true.
I hate it, but I love it. And
I wanted to see Joe do it to her. I
wanted to see his black hands on her small, pale ass. I wanted to see his black cock enter her.
I wanted to watch as she came, clutching him.
I couldn�t bring myself to speak, but I nodded my accent, acknowledging
the sordid truth for the first time.
I moved to the other
side of the room, and sat on the floor. Naomi
stood up, and slowly stripped off what little she was wearing. She knelt Joe�s feet, and unbuttoned his shirt.
He held up his strong arms as she removed it from him.
She pulled on his trousers and he lifted his ass from the couch so she
could pull them down. He was big, and wonderfully black.
My wife couldn't seem to take her eyes from the organ as she caressed it
lovingly with both her hands.
And as I watched, it
grew bigger.
�Isn't it amazing,
Dave?� Naomi asked me, excitedly,
�Isn't it the most gorgeous cock? Look
how black it is. And it's so
big!�
I
stood and walked around to the side, so I could have the best view as she went
down on him. Slowly, slowly, her
lovely little head bobbed up and down on his big black dick, going down a little
farther each time, but failing in her attempts to swallow it.
Still, Naomi was
clearly enjoying this nearly as much as Joe was. The way she looked up at him,
caressing his balls and his cock, showed clearly how much she adored giving him
this pleasure. I found that I was
much less distressed watching Joe screw my wife then I had been when I had
secretly watched my stepfather doing it. There
was still pain mixed with the wonderful erotic feelings it evoked in me; but the
pain was much less. Joe was my
friend, someone I really respected. And I was not in reality being betrayed.
I watched as Joe
returned to favor, his big black hands spanning across her small white ass, his
black face buried between her white thighs.
�Joe! Joe!
That's so nice!� Naomi
cried, �Dave, your friend Joe is very good with his tongue, too!�
I watched as she spread
herself for him, and he entered her, penetrating deeper and deeper until there
was no more.
�Yes, Joe, yes! Dave, when Joe puts that huge black cock inside of me, it
feels so good! How does it look,
Dave? Can you see? Can you see how it stretches me?�
I
watched as they made passionate love, as my wife came again and again against
Joe�s strength. The contrast
between the two bodies could not have been greater; he was so big and she so
small, her dark thick hair, his thin and gray. His wide thick nose and lips, her
fine features, thin mouth, and high cheekbones.
His leather like skin, her baby girl complexion.
And, of course, he was
so black, and she so white.
�Don't you think Joe
has the most beautiful ass, Dave? And
I love his arms and shoulders! Hold
me, Joe. Hold me tight! Oh yes, yes!�
I�d never seen my
wife come like she came with Joe. I�d
watched her with Frank, and I'd even been a less than willing participant while
she screwed three men at once. But
something about Joe just made her crazy. Perhaps it was the bad and the good;
Joe is good man, a caring man, Not like Frank. But it was still so forbidden; a
lover not her husband, twice either of our ages, and with the black thing added
to it all, of course.
Later on, after Joe had
left, I badly wanted to make love Naomi, but she had no interest in me.
�I'm sorry, Dave.
But Joe has left me feeling all worn out.�
She said. She blew me instead, which was nice, but didn�t fulfil my
real need. I know it�s a poor excuse, but that�s why when Naomi went into
Kyoto with her sister and Kim the next day, and Yuriko came looking for me, I
succumbed to the temptation.
She entered our house
with her hair down, wearing that same red kimono. The look in her eyes said
everything.
I didn�t move as she
approached me, put her arms around me, nuzzled my shoulder. Her slim thigh went
between my legs, and I couldn�t hide my growing erection from her. I held her
tight, and found comfort in the desire she had for me.
She stood still as I
removed the kimono from her body, letting it fall to the floor.
As I lifted her from her feet, and carried her to the bed that I shared
with her daughter. She was silent
as I removed her underwear, and her face was nearly without expression; only the
slightest hint of a smile played at the corners of her mouth. Her subtlety was
somehow incredibly sexy. I kissed
her feet, then her thighs. I put my
mouth to her vagina, and found it a pleasant task to lick her.
It was wonderful, to
have my own little perversion to match that of my cheating wife.
Yuriko made no sound, but the bucking of her hips, and the grasp of her
fingers in my hair left me in no doubt as to the effectiveness of my attentions.
She watched with that
wonderful inscrutable expression as I removed my clothes, just that hint of a
smile as I approached her with my hard cock sticking out in front of me,
pointing the way. She lay still on
her back, naked and relaxed as I rubbed my dick up-and-down her slim body,
rubbing it over her nipples and her face. She
opened her mouth, and I dipped the tip inside.
She held my balls, and I felt her tongue circling sensuously around the
end of my penis.
I wanted to make her
come; I wanted her to come like Naomi did with Joe.
I took my penis from her mouth, and placed against her vagina; she spread
her thin legs wide as I entered her wetness.
She was surprisingly
tight for a woman who had delivered three children.
Of course, the last had been 17 years earlier; my admirer, Hoshi.
Yuriko had an amazing
amount of passion in her small body; I soon drove that cool Japanese fa�ade
from her, and she started to come, clutching at me but making no sound. I drove on; and on. There
was no stopping me, and there was no stopping my older lover.
It was great, and when she left me, I felt restored.
On the following Friday
evenings, Naomi�s mother would take care of Kim, and Naomi would take some
time to doll herself up for Joe. She
would always have her hair done in the afternoon, and then really take some time
with her outfits and accessories to make herself look sharp.
She was very creative, coming up with a new look each time. I would
always sit with her in the bedroom, and watch the creative process.
It was part of the wind up for me, part of the show.
I�ve rarely seen her
spend so much time on her appearance; she hadn�t even done this for Frank.
But she seemed to really enjoy it.
If it had been me she was dressing up for, I don�t think it would�ve
been as exciting, but as it was for Joe, this became part of my new Voyeurism
fetish.
I sat with her, as she
was putting the final touches on her hair one Friday evening, preparing it for
the exiting evening ahead.
Looking at me through
the mirror, she shocked me out of my reverie by asking; �Do you think Joe
would like to fuck me in the ass?�
�I don�t know,
sweetheart. You�ll have to ask
him.�
�Dave,� she giggled,
fixing her earning. �I want you
to ask him for me.�
�Oh no, I don�t want
to do that, that�s something you�ll have to do yourself.�
�Dave,� she
insisted, �I want you to ask him for me.
Don�t you want to see him put that big black cock up my little ass?�
And, in fact I did.
That�s how depraved I had become in so short a time.
I wondered if it could be done.
Naomi put her arms
around me, and kissed me lightly, the tip of her tongue briefly poking through
my lips.
�It will be so much
more fun, Dave, when you ask him. And then you can watch him do it to me, and we
will all know that everything is ok. I wasn�t sure if it was ok with you when
Mick did it to me, but that was ok, because he wasn�t your friend like Joe is.
Will you ask him for me, Dave?�
Her firm, slim body was
pressing against me, her lovely eyes were shining at me; I could refuse her
nothing.
�Okay� I said.
�And Dave; Joe is
very big. I want you to go
first.�
That evening, Naomi was
dressed in a white transparent Teddy that ended just above her shaved crotch.
Joe was lying on the tatami matt on the floor, naked, on his back.
Naomi was lying next to him, gently stroking his hard on with her
fingertips, and nibbling on his lips, when she looked up at me, and said;
�Dave, don�t you have
to ask Joe something?�
I couldn�t bring myself
to say it, not straight away.
�Dave,� Naomi insisted,
�go on, ask him.�
�Ahem, Joe, Naomi wants
to know if you would like to, uum, fuck her in the ass.�
Joe looked pretty
surprised.
�Gee, I dunno, I�ve
never done that, Dave. What�s it like?�
�I don�t know, I�ve
never done it either, not really.�
�Dave has to go first,
because you're too big, Joe.� Naomi
told him. �Is that all right with you, Joe?�
�Well, yeah, sure. You�re his wife, Naomi, not mine.�
�Yes, Joe.
But I'm your lover.�
Naomi giggled, and lifted
her sweet little ass up into the air. �Lick me first, Dave.�
She instructed me.
So I got on my knees next
to Joe's long muscular legs, and behind my wife.
I caressed her ass with my fingertips, and pulled the cheeks gently
apart. I licked her pussy first,
and then her little asshole. She
shuddered a little, and held Joe tight, giggling and kissing him.
�It's nice Dave, that
feels very nice.� She told me, as
I started to work my finger in and out. I
greased my dick with some Vaseline Naomi had left conveniently to hand.
It was strange to see her holding Joe's resting head between her palms,
kissing him lovingly as I carefully entered her.
�Is it all right,
Naomi?� I asked her when I
finally had my dick pushed deep inside of her.
�Of course, Dave.� She answered me; �You're much smaller than Mick, and you
know he did it. Go on, move around.
I want you to get me ready for Joe.�
The pressure of her
sphincter muscles against my dick was intense.
Despite how self-conscious I felt about doing what I was doing with Joe
in the room, I was almost at orgasm within a half a minute.
�That's enough, Dave.�
Naomi said to me suddenly. �Let Joe try, I think I can do it now.
Come on, Joe! See if you can
get it inside.�
My friend regarded me with
a strange mixture of apology and excitement on his face as he took my place at
Naomi's rear.
�Do you think this is all
right, Dave?� He asked me, and
his great black dick pushed against my wife's anus.
�Naomi wants to try,
Joe.� I replied.
Very carefully, he slowly
worked the tip of his big black dick into Naomi's tiny bottom.
�How is it?� I asked
him.
�Well it�s...
different. It�s tight, really
tight. I can see how some guys like it.�
He pulled out of little,
and then pushed it in farther.
�Are you all right,
Naomi?� Joe asked her.
�Yes, Joe.�
Naomi said, slightly breathlessly. �Keep going.
I think we can do it!�
His thick hard black cock
proceeded to penetrate and withdraw from my Naomi�s anus, working deeper and
deeper, until he had his whole huge organ inside.
�Oh, Joe!
I like it. I like how it
feels inside my ass! Do you like
it, Joe? How does it feel?�
Naomi asked.
�How
is it for you, baby?� He asked my
wife.
�It feels strange,
strange. It�s not quite good, but
I like it anyway. I like to let you
do it to me there, I like you to do it to me there while Dave watches.
It so naughty, that's why I like it.
Is it nice, Joe? Some guys say that it's the best. Mick told me that only very special girls let guys do it to
them like this.�
�Well, Naomi, it's
something different. And so are
you, honey. You're definitely a
very special girl.� Said my big
friend, as he started to slide his cock in and out of my wife.
She turned her gaze on
me; "Dave, come kiss me. Do you still love me Dave? Do you still love me
when your friend has his cock in my ass?"
I got down on my knees,
took her head in my hands, and kissed her while Joe paused for a moment.
She reached behind him
and stroked his balls, until he could take it no more, and he pulled her upright
by the armpits, so that she was able to twist her head around and kiss him while
he fondled her breasts.
"Hold me, Joe!
Hold me tight! Squeeze me! "
He held her around her
ribs in a crushing grip with one arm, while rubbing her clit with two fingers of
the other, and they both came.
Naomi had gotten into
the habit of going to town with her sister on Saturdays, and the next morning
she followed her routine. Her
mother came to me again that morning, and we made love.
Although Naomi had given me a blow job after Joe had left, providing me
with sexual release, I needed that feeling of a woman in my arms, the feeling of
giving a woman pleasure, the satisfaction of providing an orgasm.
Yuriko gave me this, in quantity. With
her, there was no doubt that she desired me; no doubt that I satisfied her.
The older woman demonstrated a need for physical love that was equal at
least to my own.
Yuriko and Naomi are
very similar in some ways; mother and daughter share an intense sexual appetite.
But Yuriko liked things very differently from her daughter.
Where Naomi likes it hard and raw, her mother prefers it slow;
excruciatingly slow, wonderfully slow.
Yuriko showed me how to
delay satisfaction. She told the to
remove my clothes, and lie on my front on her bed.
I didn't understand her words, but I had no trouble knowing what she
wanted me to do. She massaged me
and stroked me, and while she did that, she sang to me.
She sang in a soft,
sweet, melodious voice that was incredibly relaxing, almost hypnotic. She pulled gently on my shoulder, rolling me over, and gently
massaged and caressed my body, rarely removing her eyes from mine. At some
point, she sat down on my hard cock; but somehow, we weren't doing it yet.
My mother-in-law sat on me with my cock up inside of her body, massaging
my arms and hands, and singing softly. Only
occasionally would she move her pelvis back and forth slightly.
I put my hands on her narrow hips, and started to buck up and down, but
she admonished me, and told me gently to lay still.
She laid her body down
against mine, and kissed me while pushing her pelvis down against my aching
penis. She shuddered, coming
quietly. She spoke quietly to me in Japanese, something melodious, a poem I
think. I found Yuriko�s soft voice incredibly
sexy.
She lifted herself off
of my cock, and cleaned it with her tongue.
She spoke to it, thanking it with laughter in her eyes.
I pushed her onto her back, and took the initiative for a time; I kissed
her everywhere, and then rolled her onto her front. I lifted her hips a little bit, and entered her from behind.
Holding myself motionless inside her, I massaged her back and her ass.
I could feel her internal muscles squeezing against me, and I fucked her
little bit. Her breathing
increased, and I saw that small shudder run through her body again.
After almost two hours
of this amazing love play, I couldn't take any more, and I plunged in and out of
her until I had the most amazing and powerful orgasm that I can recall.
During the following
month this became a repeating pattern; during the week I would spend time with
Naomi�s sexy young sister. Flirting
with her, driving myself almost mad. I
knew I could have her; it would be easy to arrange.
She obviously had a crush on me, and I�m sure she knew nothing about
what was going on between the rest of the women in her family and myself.
If this didn�t seem right to do, the animal side of me wanted it, and
wanted it badly. But to start an
affair with my wife�s sister while already having sexual relations with their
mother just seem too degenerate, even for me.
My relationship with
Naomi was very good during this period, though, out of bed. Even in bed, we
always had a nice cuddle before going to sleep, but Naomi wasn�t interested in
more.
�It�s too late,
Dave.� Or; �Not tonight, I have a busy day tomorrow.�
Yet during our entire
marriage, we�d never spent so much time together. We were going out almost
every day, driving around the countryside or visiting the tourist sites, And
Naomi always seemed happy with my company, and to have my arm around her or to
have a little kissing and affection.
Yuriko's two daughters
may eclipse her appearance wise; but when it comes to sheer sensuality, their
mother is the one. Although I still
thought of myself as married to and in love with Naomi, for the next month I had
sex almost exclusively with Yuriko.
There was something
wonderfully deprived about my physical relationship with my mother in law. Sort of like Naomi with Joe. The way Yuriko would sing to me and worship my body was a
great turn on. She loved to just
lie around with me naked, while we stroked each other's sensitive areas and
kissed each other. I really enjoyed
the time I spent with her; she made me feel wonderful.
Once or twice, she went
down on me after we had sex, and I got hard again.
It was so odd how well we could communicate with each other without any
words. She laughed with delight, masturbating me and sucking me,
smiling at me happily. Then I
screwed her for at least a half an hour. Yuriko
may be middle aged, but she sure knows how to have fun.
Naomi would always give
me one of her champion blow jobs after she'd been with Joe, but we only had sex
once I think, during that time. I'm
not sure if she even came. Naomi had been having extra marital sex for years,
but before this, the two of us had always still had great sex regardless.
I had a chance to talk
to Joe privately one evening after training shortly after that;
�Dave, this thing
with Naomi� don�t get me wrong now, she�s about the hottest girl I�ve
ever met. But what we�ve been doing just isn�t healthy.�
�I suppose so.� I
said, �I guess we should use condoms.�
�I don�t mean that,
Dave, but you got a point there, too. I mean you letting her go with other guys,
and watching and all. Now I know it might sound a little hypocritical coming
from me, Dave; but I�m feeling a little conflicted about it all.
I do all right with the ladies here, you know, but I never had a thing
with anyone half like your wife.�
�Do you want to put a
stop to it, Joe?�
�I can�t get her
out of my mind, Dave. I think of Naomi all week, just waiting until I can see
her again. If you say the word, I�ll stop coming around. But shit, Dave; I�m
just a man. If you tell me it�s all right, and your old lady keeps doing to me
what she�s been doing, then I don�t see how it�s going to stop.�
�Let�s let it go
for a while, Joe. If it isn�t you, it�ll probably be someone else. Let�s
wait until she cools down a little. I sure do appreciate what you�re saying to
me, though.�
On Friday, Joe would
come by either to eat with us, or after dinner.
In either case, he would have sex with my wife as I watched, with a
mixture of ecstasy and agony. The
passion between them subsided very little during that period, and my only
comfort was that the two people that I really love in this world were having so
much fun. The way they turned each
other on drove all three of us nuts. Naomi just worshiped him, and no man could
have resisted what she offered.
The anal experiment
wasn�t repeated, but when Joe would put his big black dick into my little
wife, she would become a sex machine each time like it was the first time. It
was wonderful to see how she would come with such passion, over and over. And
somehow the illusion that Joe had given me of being able to call a stop to it if
I wanted took the sting out for me, by letting me feel just a little bit in
control.
Every Saturday, Naomi
and her sister would go shopping as usual in Kyoto.
And I would make love with Naomi�s mother. I soon stopped feeling the guilt that I had felt after our
first sexual encounter, and simply came to appreciate her as she deserved to be
appreciated. The funny thing was,
she spoke nearly no English. The
communication between us remained almost entirely physical.
A strange relationship, you could say, but there was a genuine affection
between us; the affection of mutual need fulfilled. I couldn�t help but
compare the sex we were sharing with the passion between Naomi and Joe; and I
have to say we came out not looking too bad. Yuriko didn�t seem to lose
herself quite as much as her daughter while we were at it, but I could get
nearly as many orgasms from her as Joe could from my wife. She was older, and
quieter; but she was a tigress just below the surface. For me, the satisfaction
she provided nearly restored me from the humiliation of being unable to satisfy
Naomi at the time.
I often thought during
this period, that I should leave Japan and my twisted marital relationship.
I thought of taking Hoshi with me back to America, starting again.
But of course, this was just a fantasy.
Hoshi was 17, had no passport, and I was just that kind of responsible
schmuck who would never do such a thing anyway.
If you have come to
think that sexual relations amongst Naomi�s family were about a strange they
could be, just hang on a moment. For
the most bizarre episode was yet to come, and the most stunning revelations as
well.
Now I had told you how
it was my belief that Naomi condoned, even arranged, my trysts with her mother.
I was wrong about this, as I found out dramatically one Saturday morning.
I was over at Yuriko�s house; we were lying naked together in her bed,
having just stopped screwing. She lay with her head nestled on my chest, my arm
around her, and she toyed with my sticky cock, perhaps hoping that I might have
some more left in me.
We hadn�t heard her
come in; there was no warning as Naomi stepped through the bedroom door. Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open; clearly she
was completely and totally shocked by what she saw. She flew into a rage, a rage such as I had never seen or
heard. She started screaming at us
both in Japanese. Of course, I
didn�t understand a word, but it was pretty clear what the problem was.
Despite her sexual promiscuity, Naomi is an intensely jealous person, and
clearly can�t abide by any sexual dalliance on my part.
Nonetheless, her reaction at finding me in bed with her mother was
extraordinary. I had never seen her like this; apoplectic, almost psychotic.
Table decorations and pieces of light furniture were flying across the
room.
She said something to
her mother with great vehemence, and then stormed out of the house, through the
back gate, into the garden.
I lay silent for short
time, stunned by what occurred. I
truly thought that what was going on was okay with Naomi, if not with myself.
I got dressed, and when I heard Naomi�s mother sobbing, I turned, put
my arms around her and held her to me, to comfort her.
What else could I do? The
woman was distraught. This woman,
who had done wrong, but was my lover. She had given me great comfort, my
lover/my stepmother/my foster mother. She
was trying to tell me something, between sobs, she was pointing at the garden to
the door where Naomi had left, insistently telling me something in Japanese.
Finally, in English, but it still took some time to understand.
�Naomi,� she was
saying �Naomi father house.� she pointed insistently at Naomi�s father�s
house across the way, on the other side of the garden.
�Yes?� I asked.
�Naomi father
house!� she insisted urgently pointing, and started to push me towards the
door. Finally, I understood she
wanted me to follow Naomi there, to Naomi�s father�s house.
Naomi had never gone to
visit her father, all of 50 yards away from us, during the entire time that we
had been there as far as I know.
Was it so surprising,
that in her agitated state, she should look to the comfort of her father?
Her mother seemed to think this was a big problem.
I didn�t want to go over there; Naomi�s dad obviously despised me. I
didn�t think it would be helpful thing to do.
Better to let things calm down for a while, then do what we could to work
it out. Of course, I was unhappy
about this turn of events, but I didn�t feel particularly guilty. Why should
I? It was Naomi who insisted first
upon sexual dalliance. It was Naomi that would screw Joe so happily, and leave
me frustrated. Still, Naomi�s mother kept insisting that I follow Naomi to the
big house. Finally, reluctantly, I did as she wanted.
I walked across the
garden, to the back of the big house. I
could hear Naomi talking through the window; the sound of her voice
recognizable, even in Japanese; the familiar funny Mickey Mouse tone she has.
As I passed by the
window, I could see her inside, kneeling in the Japanese style. Her head was
bowed, her palms together, fingers up by her chin, in what would be a gesture of
prayer in the West. She seemed to be confessing to her father, who stood
opposite her, frowning down at her in obvious stern disapproval. I couldn�t help but stop to observe this scene; I was
nervous about entering the house of this man who so clearly hated me.
It was surprising that it took me several seconds before I even noticed;
the oddest thing that I have probably ever seen to that time.
Naomi was naked. That is, as
much as I could see of her was, I could only see her from the waist up.
She was topless, her nipples hard and pointed as she spoke to her father.
That feeling again,
that feeling I had hoped would not return. Paralysis, mixed with fascination;
the need to watch, the fear to interfere. The fear of confrontation. I stepped
back into the shadow of a bush, then behind the bush, crouching down so that I
could not be easily seen, but could clearly see through the window. After some
time Naomi stopped her speech and sat silently in the same position, bowed head,
palms together in supplication. Her
father barked an order to her, and she immediately held her hands up to him,
palms still together. He stepped to
the window, and closed the wooden shutter.
Bumped from my
paralysis by the sudden withdrawal of visual input, I walked to the front door.
My bare feet made no sound on the stone floor as I entered my father in law�s
house, and crept forward to see what he was going to do with his daughter.
The old man never
dreamed anyone would dare enter his house, and I guess he must have known his
mistress wouldn�t be back for a while. Or perhaps in his excitement, he
wasn�t thinking at all.
I found a spot where I
could see through a doorway into the room where he and Naomi were. She was
smiling at him quietly, while he tied her up.
She was stark naked.
Her father threaded the end of a line through a ring that was screwed
into a beam in the ceiling. He
pulled the line downwards, hauling Naomi�s already bound arms upwards.
He tied it off, and returned to bureau on the other side of the room.
Opening a drawer, he produced more of the rope.
Naomi Hung there from the first cord, her eyes closed, a calm expression
on her face, resigned to whatever would occur. Her father strung the cotton rope
through another ring, and then back to Naomi and then back to another ring and
back to Naomi. Over the next few minutes, his actions could be described either
as bondage or macram�. Slowly, he
crossed, wound, and tied the rope, until she was tied into a complex web of
string. Her one foot was still on the floor, the other was now suspended, her
knee at a 90 degree angle, her sex wide open.
Once more, I had conflicting urges to watch passively and to intervene.
Naomi didn't seem to be
distressed; she was completely calm. Her face serene, almost happy. Her father was asking her short sharp questions, to which she
was replying quietly. From time to time, he�d stop his work and squeeze her
breast or cup her ass in his hand. Once more, I knew that I should intervene;
but did I have the right to do so? I
was Naomi's husband, after a fashion. He
was her father. They were both adults, and apparently, consenting ones.
Naomi�s breathing was quick and shallow, and her nipples stood strait out at
attention.
His handiwork complete,
Naomi�s dad put his arms around her slim hips, and began kissing her, holding
her bound body tightly. I saw that my wife was craning her head forward, eagerly
returning his incestuous attentions.
So I continued to watch
as her father removed his kimono, and with a mixture of fascination and horror,
I watched the old man suddenly grab one ass cheek in his left hand, stick his
dick in her with his right.
She was obviously
turned on by and accustomed to this very decadent form of sex, for his small
dick appeared to slip strait in. He fucked her fast and furious, causing his
daughter bounce up and down in her restraints.
It was over after a
minute or two. I could not see the
expression on his face, but I could see that of my wife.
Different things seemed to pass across her face; resignation, joy, fear,
horror. The bindings held her
almost completely immobile, but as I saw her father�s ass clench and I heard
him groan, and saw him clutch her in his orgasm, I saw that she was having one
as well.
I thought that I knew
everything about Naomi; all her desires, her joys and her pains. But what I had
known was just the tip of the iceberg, only the symptoms of the true disease;
she hated but lusted for her own father. She
had had an orgasm; she had enjoyed what he had done.
I didn't understand yet how her rage had led to this; but whatever
psychological mechanisms were at play, Naomi had gone to her father knowing the
likely outcome. And she had
welcomed and enjoyed that outcome.
He withdrew from her
and sat down for a moment on the other side of the room, regarding her. Her eyes remained closed As she Hung in the ropes, her head
bowed, her one leg still held up obscenely, and as their combined juices started
to dribble out of her. I was unable to read her expression; was she ashamed?
Satiated? I couldn�t tell.
Then he stood and took
something from the side of the room; a cane.
I saw the look on his face, a look of utter rage; he started to scream at
her at the top of his voice; of course, I had no idea what he was saying, but
Naomi did, and she was shaking her head emphatically, denying whenever charges
he was making against her. And suddenly, with a savagery I have never seen, he
attacked her, his daughter, his lover, my wife.
She screamed in pain as he swung the cane at her mercilessly, smashing
her in the shoulder, in the ribs, in the legs, as she struggled helplessly in
the ropes. And as I charged through the doorway, he even smashed his weapon
mercilessly against her lovely face.
He was screaming at
her, abusing her in Japanese as I rushed at him.
He turned and saw me, and the sight of me seemed to fuel his rage.
He stepped back,
avoiding me, and with a fearsome look on his face swung the cane at my head with
two hands. I stepped forward, and
raised my left forearm to block his swing at his wrists.
I punched him hard in the face with my right. Less than 10 seconds later,
he was a bleeding wreck on his own floor. I was no expert yet, but my skill and
youth was more than a match for the old man.
I found a knife, and
cut Naomi loose. I unzipped the
rubber boots, and wrapped the kimono around her as she sobbed, unable to meet my
eyes. I kept one eye on her father,
but he didn�t move. He merely glowered at us from his position in the corner.
Like the bully he was, he had no desire to tangle with someone who could fight
back.
We went back to our own
house, packed our things, and we left that place with Kim.
We saw neither Naomi�s father nor her mother while we packed, but Hoshi
came in just as we were leaving. Naomi
had a quick and intense conversation with her younger sister, and then Hoshi
jumped in the taxi with us and came with us to the hotel.
The girls are all asleep in the next room, as I sit here writing the
story down.
We have been here in
the hotel for several days now, arranging our travel plans and getting a
passport for Hoshi. We are headed
for California, land of sunshine and good psychiatrists.
We have been talking a
lot in the last few days, about things that we should have been talking about
during our entire marriage.
Naomi�s father first
started screwing her when she was 16, and she says it was not rape.
Her father and mother had already separated at that time, and were living
in separate houses. Naomi used to
sleep some nights in her mother�s and some nights in her father�s house. She
told me how she doted on her father, and loved to spend time with him whenever
she could. He never showed her much
physical affection until after her adolescence. Suddenly, he never failed to kiss her goodnight.
He liked her to lean on him while he sat reading or whatever.
He would stroke her head; then her neck.
Slowly, over a period of about a month, the old man seduced his daughter
completely. Naomi would come to his
house, and they would kiss like lovers. He
started to finger her clit; then he told her to lie back while he went down on
her. Naomi's father was not a man
who was accustomed to being disobeyed; she did what he told her to, and she
enjoyed the attention he gave her. When
he finally took the final step, and actually fucked her, she was more than ready
to accept him.
She told me she came to
enjoy having sex with him, probably because she was so affection starved.
After some time, incest was not enough for him, and he started insisting
that she dressed up in strange outfits, like those kinky boots, and then he got
into the bondage. Naomi told me
that she didn't like the bondage very much, but she was willing to go through
with it to please her father. Somehow,
there were uncomfortable parallels there with the anal sex that we had indulged
in.
When Naomi was 18, she and her father mutually
decided that the sex had to stop. They
both agreed that it was unhealthy and unnatural, but they craved each other,
they were both enjoying the kinky forbidden sex.
Naomi doesn�t know when, but at some point her mother found out what is
going on. But in typical Oriental
fashion, said nothing.
Naomi and her dad had a
big fight, and each accused the other of being the instigator of their sessions.
Naomi left Japan, and travelled to Greece were she met me.
During the time she was
married to me, she never had any direct communication with her father.
Despite her passion for kinky sex and inflicting psychological pain, she
thought she was over her desire to commit incest with her dad.
But when we returned to Japan, the old feelings started to emerge in her
again. She told me how she really
liked Joe, and was turned on by the sex with him, by the perversity of making me
watch. But what she�d really
wanted, craved, was to be the little girl again, tied up by and loved,
physically at least, by her own father.
She said that the time
I witnessed it was the first time he had beaten her. At first he was all too
happy to rekindle their twisted affair, but as soon as his desire was fulfilled,
he became enraged at her for tempting him.
I don�t know if our
marriage can survive all of this, but I know that I�m not going to abandon
Naomi at this low point. If what I
have to do is tie her up and screw her while she wears kinky boots, then
that�s what I�ll have to do.
Another thing we've
been talking about is Naomi's lack of desire for me, her husband, over the last
month. Naomi insists that it was I
who didn't desire her, that I was too jealous to share her.
"I always thought
that you would join us [Naomi and Joe] when we were fucking, but you only ever
wanted to watch." She said.
"But I always
wanted you after Joe left. And you always rebuffed me."
"But by then it
would be over, Dave! Finished. I always wanted you both together."
�But you would never
make love to me during the whole rest of the week, either.�
I complained.
�You're always going
to that stupid karate class at 6:30 in the morning.�
She retorted.
�But I would be back
by 9:00.� I argued.
�But Dave, by 9:00,
everybody was awake. Hoshi was
running in out, Kim would be demanding breakfast.
How could we do it then?�
She says she was only
getting it from Joe once a week. Since I was showing no interest in her [she
insisted], by the following week she�d be wound up again.
I don't know how much truth there is in this; perhaps if I hadn't been
getting it on with Yuriko, I would have been more attentive to Naomi. I don't
think that's the case, I think it's just another instance of Naomi's
self-denial.
I�m a little worried
about having Hoshi with us. Our
mutual attraction could be my downfall. But
she had told Naomi that their father had fondled her one night, and she wants to
come to America with us.
I feel a little sorry
for Joe. I don�t suppose he�ll
be getting anything as sweet as Naomi again.
But I phoned him, and suggested he go and talk to Yuriko.
�What you mean, Dave?
Do you want me to give her message or something?�
He asked me.
�How should I put his
Joe? Yeah, I want you to give her a
message; tell her I sent you. Then
give her what you've been giving Naomi.�
�Are you joking,
Dave?�
�I'm telling you,
Joe. Certain traits seem to run in
the family. You just go meet the
Lady. I swear, Joe; she's
absolutely amazing. Just give it a
try.�
�Dave, are you
telling me what I think you're telling me?
Did you and your mother-in-law do it?�
�Just keep it
yourself, Joe.�
I
think of two of them will be an excellent match.
Hopefully, this will be
the last time I am compelled to write in to this newsgroup; since hopefully
after today, there will be no more stories to tell.
Wishing you all the best in
love and life, Dave
[Ace 2000]
After word;
I�ve been revising these
stories before reposting them, and I thought I should add an update.
Naomi
and I are still technically married, but we don't consider ourselves to be a
couple anymore. Since the episode
at her father's house, I feel a great change in myself. I'm no longer willing to put up with any shit.
I'm no longer willing to be abused.
Naomi
and I are able to discuss things very frankly now. I still love her, in some way.
But I'm no longer her slave.
We
tried to be a good married couple for a while, but it just wasn't working.
When Naomi told me that she badly wanted to have sex with a man she had
met [the father of a friend of Kim], I was glad that she was at least honest
with me. But I�d had enough.
�Naomi, You have to
decide. If you still want me, it will have to be only me.�
That�s when she started
to talk at last.
�When I married you, I
thought I could be happy, Dave. No one ever loved me like you.�
�You mean emotionally or
physically?�
�Both.
You�re so good looking Dave, and such a great lover. I was sure we would be
happy together. But when Frank started to touch me, I felt it all coming back.
I�m truly sorry, Dave, but I couldn�t stop after that. I know myself, I have
to have what I want.�
�Is it over between us,
Naomi?�
�It
has been for a while, Dave. Since
before we went to Japan, I think. I wanted it to work, Dave, I really did.
But when I found out that you had been going with that fat white
Secretary, somehow it was over for me.�
�Jesus, Naomi; you were
with Frank every week. And Cindy isn�t fat, she�s just full figured.�
�I know it's not fair,
Dave, but it's how I feel. Emotions
aren't logical, Dave.�
We
talked for hours, going over all of the things that our therapist had been
trying to get out of us since we got to California.
We
still share a house, but she has her own wing.
The fun part is, she still likes me to watch her when she�s with other
men. She says it makes her feel
safe, and then she enjoys herself more. She
has a bedroom with a one-way mirror, and a little room where I sit when I feel
those dark urges.
As
you well know by now, Naomi likes it kinky.
She often brings home older men. I don�t like that much, I always think
she�s regressing back to the father thing.
But
lately she's been into young guys; one is only 15 years old. They met at the
tennis courts; they were well matched, being close to the same size, and Naomi
brought him home. I really don�t know if he�s even aware that she�s 10
years older than he is, or that she has two children.
I
like the way she looks with him; he isn�t fully grown, and they look the same
age [despite being a 25 year old mother of two, Naomi still looks like a kid,
mainly because she is so incredibly small]. It�s as though Naomi is finally
being allowed a childhood, a few years late. They always have lots of fun, the
kid has a great sense of humour. And he�s starting to become a good lover.
I�m not sure if it�s fair to the boy, but I feel Naomi is finally
experiencing a childhood. Her therapist won't say it's good for her, but he
doesn't say it's bad.
She
has one lover who always ties her up first; Naomi is always careful to make sure
that I�m watching when he's there. She
doesn't quite trust him.
She
has another lover that she always ties up first. She doesn't care so much if I'm there then; she's in control.
I love to watch her torment him. Maybe it has something to do with the
way she always used to torment me.
It�s
a great weight from my shoulders to not be in love with Naomi anymore. I still
care for her a great deal, I love to watch her, and to watch over her.
And
when I'm good and wound up, I slip back into my section of the house, and find
my beautiful young lover, Hoshi.
Hoshi
is my woman now. She is wonderful
and loving; my relationship with her is so much healthier than my twisted
relationship was with Naomi.
HHoshi
is completely unlike Naomi, both physically and mentally.
Whereas Naomi looks as though she didn't ever quite mature physically,
Hoshi has a full figure. Whereas
Naomi rejects everything to do with her home country and native culture, Hoshi
loves being Japanese.
She
cooks Japanese, and loves to have Japanese decorations around the house.
And she loves to play the Japanese wife; she's completely devoted to me.
I've never been attracted to that before, I�ve always preferred women
to be more independent. But Hoshi
is so incredibly sweet; the way she loves me is impossible to disregard.
After
my talk with Naomi, I went directly to Hoshi's room. I wanted her, and I knew she wanted me. My heart was in my throat as I knocked on her door.
When
my young sister-in-law saw me, when she looked into my eyes, she knew
immediately why I had come.
�What
about Naomi, Dave?� She asked me,
her large breasts nearly touching me, her lovely soft eyes looking up into mine
with transparent desire.
�It's
alright, Hoshi.� I answered her,
�Your sister knows I'm here. It's
alright with her.�
The
passion between the two of us was explosive.
Her breasts were large, like my onetime lover Cindy; yet they were firm
and fresh, like her sister�s. Her
hesitant touch made me wild with desire, as her mother's confident touch used to
do.
Her
young body quivered at my caress; I made love to her like I don't think I've
ever made love to anyone, with the passion I once had for her sister, with the
sensuousness I'd learned from her mother.
Every iota of my being longed to fill her sweet young body
with my come; but I used a condom. I
didn't have unprotected sex with Hoshi until I had had myself tested.
I've had enough of danger and betrayal.
It
was 11 PM when I had knocked on Hoshi door; as I watched her smiling face
falling into sleep, nestling in my arms, it was 3 AM.
She's
19 years old now, and wants to have my baby.
I've made deal with her; we will wait a year, to be sure that our
relationship is on solid ground. I
wouldn't trade her for anything or anyone, but I need to be sure that I'm not
just a passing schoolgirl crush for her.
She's
absolutely wonderful in bed. She
can't give head like Naomi [not many women can], but she just lives to please
me, and be pleased by me.
When
she spreads her legs for me, and I push my cock into her willing young body, I
feel like a whole man. The
humiliations that I have lived through are gone. I'm completely confident;
confident that Hoshi is mine and mine alone.
Confident that I'm man enough for her, she doesn't need to screw my
father, her father, or anyone else.
It's not just the way they
she comes; it's the love shining from her beautiful exotic eyes as she has her
orgasms, it's the way her soft young body melts into mine as we make love.
My heart beats only for Hoshi.
I
just hope to God she never finds out how I like to watch her older sister
getting laid. Or that her mother
has also been my lover.
It
could become a problem again one of these days; as I said above, Naomi now has
two children. When she told me she
was pregnant, I was certain that Joe must be the father. But there was another possibility; it could have been Naomi's
own father that impregnated her. I
wanted her to have an abortion, but Naomi wouldn't hear of it.
The child was born; a dark healthy boy, and clearly Joe's son, thank God.
Hoshi
had heard from her friends back home that Joe had moved in with Yuriko [quite
the scandal over there]. When I
told him on the phone about his offspring, his reaction was the only one that I
hadn't considered a possibility; he started to laugh. He didn't stop for quite a while, and when I finally asked
him what was so funny about it, he told me;
�Well
Dave, I was feeling a little bit disappointed over here, because Yuriko just had
a baby, too. She only went ahead
with the pregnancy because she thought it was mine. But it ain't mine, Dave.
It's a little white boy, Dave.� And he started to laugh again.
So
you see, although I feel much more stable and confident about my emotional state
now, the family situation continues to get more complicated.
I think I'm going to have to invite Joe, Daniel, and Yuriko to come stay
with us in California. It's the
only way I can figure out how to be fair to the children.
And
if anyone has a suggestion what I should tell Hoshi, I'd be pleased to hear it!
Ace, 2001
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