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Screwed in Japan, (MF, voy, intr, inc, wife, bd)
by Ace in the Hole (aceinthe_hole@hotmail.com)
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The good people at asstr have provided me with a web page, where you
can now download all of my stories; /~aceinthe_hole/
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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, we were just about to leave the U.S., after some [for me,
at least] 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 private place, though.
Naomi's family is very rich. She had 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, and
I was 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, and that was to 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, 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.
There was an American guy who was usually at the Dojo, a black belt named
Joe. He has 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 is 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
tantalisingly disappear on the next.
She served us in Japanese style, each dish only slightly less delicious than
herself.
It took me a while to realise 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
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 asked.
`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
tapped 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, Frank, as some of you seemed to
think after reading my first story. The plan was for Naomi to distract him,
and perhaps flirt with 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. Our sport is extremely strenuous, and Joe's been
at it regularly for years.
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 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 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.
`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. 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 still 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 had 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 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, out of the blue.
That was already clear, even to me. But I was still pretty surprised that
she would say it outright.
`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 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. It's just something I need to do. Would you be
happier if I lied about it?'
'No'
`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. `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. Her
curvy hips were bare, showing her wonderfully 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.
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.
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.'
`Shit, 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
writhing below his muscled body 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!'
`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
straightaway that it was not 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 that Naomi had sent her
sister as a thank you gift.
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.
In my own defence, all I can say, is I was very horny. I had badly wanted
to make love to Naomi the night before, but it was a quirk of Naomi the
after she had been with a man, she didn't want to be with another for some
time. 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, 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.
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 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 though.
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. He was big, bigger than I, but probably not 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 it was a log in my throat. I hate it when this
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.
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. 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, until she sucked the whole thing down her throat.
I could see her throat muscles swallowing against it, I wondered if it felt
as good to Joe as it feels to me when Naomi does that.
Naomi was clearly enjoying this nearly as much as Joe was. The way she
looked up at him, caressing his balls and his cock when she pulled up,
showed clearly how much she adored giving him pleasure.
I watched as Joe returned to favour, his big black hands spanning across her
small white ass, his black face buried between her white thighs. I watched
as she spread herself for him, and he entered her, penetrating deeper and
deeper until there was no more. 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 grey.
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.
Later on, after Joe had left, I badly wanted to make love Naomi, but she had
no interest in me. She blew me instead, which was nice, but didn't fulfil
my real need.
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 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 black cock up my little ass?"
And, in fact I did. That's how depraved I had become in so short a time.
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 straightaway.
"Dave," Naomi insisted, "go on, ask him."
"Ahem, Joe, Naomi wants to know if you would like to, uum, fuck her in the
ass."
"Gee, I dunno, I've never done that, Dave. What's it like?"
"I don't know, I've never done it either."
"How is it?" I asked him later, as he fucked her doggy style.
"Well it's... different. It's tight, really tight. I can see how some guys
like it."
His thick hard black cock continued to penetrate and withdraw from my
Naomi's anus.
"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."
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 with great passion.
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.
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 me and the rest of the women in her family.
But if this didn't seem right to do, the animal side of me wanted it, wanted
it badly. But to start an affair with my wife's sister, while already
having sexual relations with their mother, just seem too depraved, even for
me.
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 finding so much fulfilment. 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 was almost entirely physical. A strange
relationship, you could say, but there was a genuine affection between us,
the affection of mutual need fulfilled.
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 to 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 finished 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 he 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.
She 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 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 meters 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. Still, Naomi's mother
kept insisting that I follow Naomi to the big house. 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 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. I stepped
back into the shadow of a bush, then behind the bush, crouching down so that
I could not be 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 together. He produced a
length of cord, cotton rope, and slowly wrapped it around her wrists. She
did not look up at him, her eyes were closed her head bowed as he wrapped
the cord around and then between her wrists. Finally he pulled upwards on
the end of the line, and she followed it, standing before him. He walked
around the room, leading her behind him by the string. And I saw a truly
strange site. She was wearing some extremely kinky boots that I hadn't seen
before; they definitely were not the ones she had bought to turn on Joe
with. They had very high pointed heels, came up to her upper thighs, were
glossy black, and skin-tight. Other than that, she was stark naked. Her
father threaded the end of the line through a ring that was screwed into a
beam in the ceiling. He pulled the line downwards, hauling Naomi's 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 high booted foot was
still on the floor, the other was now suspended, her knee at a 90 degree
angle, her sex wide open.
Her eyes remained closed during the entire period, her face serene, almost
happy. And I continued to watch, as her father removed his kimono, with a
mixture of fascination and horror, as the old man stepped up to his
daughter, and grabbing one ass cheek in his left hand stuck 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, and 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 be passing 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.
He withdrew from her and sat down for a moment on the other side of the
room, regarding her. As she Hung in the ropes, her head bowed, her one leg
still held up obscenely, and their combined juices started to dribble out of
her.
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, and suddenly, with a savagery I
have never seen, he attacked her, his daughter, his lover, my wife. She
screamed as he swung the cane at her mercilessly, smashing her in the
shoulder, in the ribs, in the legs, and as I crashed through the bushes and
leapt through the window, on her lovely face.
He was screaming at her in abusing her in Japanese as I rolled came to my
feet. He turned and saw me, and the sight of me seemed to fuel his rage.
He stepped towards 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 found a knife, and cut Naomi lose. I unzipped the rubber boots, and
wrapped the kimono around her as she sobbed, and was unable to meet my eyes.
I kept one eye on her father, but he didn't move, merely glowered at us
from his position in the corner.
We went back to our own house, packed our things, and we left that place
with our daughter, 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, 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 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 those kinky boots, and then he got into the bondage.
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 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.
In 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."
She says she was only getting it from Joe once a week. Since I was showing
no interest in her, by the following week should 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. I think of two of them would 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
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