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(MF, wife, cheat, asian) *** Ann Pham-Monet was a beautiful Eurasian girl with just the right proportions of Asian and European ancestry to produce the classic beauty of love poets. Married in Asia to an American gentleman 35 years her senior at age 16, she had come with him to Washington State where she had divorced him when she was 20. Now, at age 28, she had been married to Bill Martin - age 21 - for the past 2 years. Ann was highly sexed. Bill Martin had a lot in common with her first husband, Claud Monet. Both were good looking and well built. Both had inherited money and were fairly well off, and both were hopeless bores in the bedroom. Always the optimist, Ann counted herself lucky to have a nice home and adequate finances... and respect, none of which she had had in her youth in Asia. First married to a selfish clod more than 3 times her age, she'd bounced to the opposite extreme and married a youth 7 years younger than herself. Still, she loved America and she loved her beautiful home with its green lawn and flowers among the towering trees south of Seattle in Federal Way. Her sexual desires were contained in a slumbering blast furnace deep within her, fires now banked, but ever threatening to break through in tongues of white heat. Yes, more than most young women, she had a very strong sexual drive. She often got sexual release by "fluttering" herself. Only once had she had sex with anyone other than one of her two husbands, that when Bill, her present husband, had been on a weekend hunting trip and an unexpected visit from his older brother had ended when he had crept into her bed after she was asleep. It was only after his lovemaking became wild that she realized it was not a dream. Unlike his younger brother, he knew what to do with a girl and when to do it. However, he lived in Washington, D.C. - making it a one- nighter only. But Ann had mightily impressed big brother. She got his express mail letter 2 days later. It was full of compliments and passion, and admiration for her love making skills, and her body: "When you took my hand there in the darkness of your room and kissed my palm with your sweet, warm mouth and darted your tongue between my fingers, it was like lightning to my soul. When you sucked my finger, my passion soared. But never have I experienced sensations such as you gave me. "I found that woman part of you had a life of its own with separate physical powers; undulating, grasping, squeezing, how? Oh my lovely woman, goddess, I almost past out with physical calamity." Ann smiled as she read. In her country all young girls were taught how to control their pubocoygeal muscle which surrounded their vagina just inside of it. Actually, the muscle is like a figure 8 and is also used to stop the flow of urine. Asian girls were taught to exercise and control the muscle from age 10 and the instruction continued until marriage. An older relative usually became the instructor. Her aunt would say, "Imagine you are urinating in the bushes and you hear someone coming. How do you stop the flow? You contract your love muscle. See, you've been doing it for a long time and didn't realize it. By practicing you'll gain control for love making. The next time you are alone in the forest, sit on a fallen tree. Pretend you're going and then stop it. Do it many times. Tighten the muscle, relax, without moving other parts. To make sure you're doing the muscle and not anything else, move your legs apart a little. If you're not sure, look down to see if anything moves. "The first week," her aunt continued, "do this 6 times each morning and evening. The next week start doing 20 and add another exercise: instead of holding the muscle contracted for a while, tense and release it quickly 10 times, creating a fluttering sensation. Your muscle will tire at first like any other, but by steadily increasing the number of exercises (and being careful to relax completely between contractions - too much muscle tension is just as bad as not enough) you can build up your strength and control. "When you reach 50 contractions and flutters you will probably find that you cause stronger clitoral sensations and most likely you will have an intense orgasm all by yourself without anybody near you - most girls do - and when you make love you will have not just one, but many, orgasms." Three days before she married the much older American, her aunt offered a final lecture: "To make a man believe you are virgin - even if not - squeeze before he tries to enter, at least 2 or 3 times. Squeeze on the outstroke and it will be tight like a virgin (she was a virgin) and even years later it will hold him in longer, giving pleasure. Then hold him still as you flutter and contract in rhythm with your heart or with the rhythm of the jungle where you learned. Finally, milk him when it is time." Then, her aunt had shown Ann where the "love spot" was deep inside of her. This one spot on the upper vaginal wall held the secret to deep, satisfying sex. She must teach her man how to touch it with his love tool. "It took me a long time to find my spot," her aunt said, "and I know my body well. So be patient. Take the time to get to know the inside of your vagina. Sit down or get on your hands and knees. "It is easier to find if you are very aroused, so take this excuse for a little self-pleasuring before you start. When you are highly aroused, or even after you've cum, put your long middle finger in your vagina and feel the upper (forward) surface. "First is the rough Skene gland just inside the opening, then you can feel a hard area that is the corner of the pubic bone. Hook your finger in back of it, finding a little hollow just before the smooth part leading back to the cervix. Your finger will be pointing up at your navel. Probe this area with your finger until you hit the spot. You'll feel quite a jolt and a momentary urge to urinate, but don't quit touching. Often it swells and hardens like a bean. Keep stroking until warmth floods over you." *** Now, on this late summer day, Ann skimmed through the classified newspaper ads and found just what she was looking for: "HOME REMODEL, Master carpenter, complete remodels or small jobs. Bonded, insured, registered Satisfaction guaranteed. 946-5555." Ann called and made an appointment for the next morning at 8 o'clock. Bill left for work about 7 o'clock. That gave her just enough time to shower before the carpenter arrived. At last she was going to get a larger closet and a floor- to-ceiling mirror in her bedroom. She was barely dry - still naked - when the door chime sounded. Damn, the carpenter was early. Wrapping a towel around her head, she slipped into her bath robe and went to the door. She was shocked at his appearance. He was about 30, blond, blue eyes and more than 6 feet tall. A dream walking! He smiled broadly at her obvious confusion and said, "I'm Jim Bradley, your remodel man. May I come in?" He was extremely handsome, with an athletic body and smelled very masculine. Still in shock, she let him in and led him to the bedroom to describe all of the work she wanted done. She had discussed with Bill some of the changes she wanted to make and he had waved his hand expansively and said, "Whatever pleases you, dear." One side of the room had sliding doors the full width of the room. "I want you to deepen the closets behind those doors," she said to Jim, "and I want a full length mirror somewhere." He nodded as he moved closer to examine the closets. She felt his body brush against hers as he stepped forward, his scent was strong and as shocking as his appearance, causing a sudden unexpected weakness to flood down her legs. He was staring at the closet floor where she had only minutes before tossed her bra and panties. Her face flashed scarlet, the flush pouring down between her breasts in spite of her attempt to remain calm. When he pulled open her robe she fought back in righteous indignation, but he firmly pushed her back onto the bed - her feet still on the floor - he kneeled there between her legs, his tongue parting her soft, curly bush there. Then he wetly licked her clitoris. Her own passionate response frightened her as her nude body jerked helplessly and she realized it was too late now. Then his body slid up on hers and she felt his mouth at her nipples, then her rib cage and belly, then lower and deep into her lush pubic hair again. Her backbone tightened, and she gnawed her lip. Surprise broke through her, raced up her back and went off inside her head like rifle fire as his mouth drank at her pink steaming fountain disguised by soft, dark hair. Twisting and heaving, she tried once more to escape, but there was no breaking free. Then she did not want to be free. She pulled his hands up and placed them on her breast as he began doing her nipples. She started grinding her pelvis against his wet mouth and probing tongue. Her nerve endings went crazy, her legs jerking with surging shocks, she felt the searing of their rushes. The bed came alive, and she clung to him. It grew and grew inside her, bright darting tips of wet fire that reached every tiny corner of her being. Her orgasm burst against his tongue, exploding madly against his mouth, her legs lifted up and she moaned. Then his throbbing hardness entered her. Her moans turned to gasps. His slow thrusts carried her further and further into a place she'd never been before. She remembered to contract her tunnel. Gasps became moans again and - finally - a sobbing plea from her. His mouth covered hers as he held her pulsing body close to his pounding chest. Eons later she came drifting slowly back, dreamily back, every bone in her body gone soft and her flesh singing. Her vagina was still slowly squeezing/relaxing involuntarily. She realized it had not ever been like this... so vibrant... with anybody else. This was powerful medicine and she needed something to protect herself and now. But she found no magic shield. She was defenseless and utterly without protection. All she knew for certain was that to lie with a man such as this was to become part of the magic jungle of love most women only dream about. It was almost noon, but they were like children playing without thought of time or place. They rolled together as expert and graceful as cougar cubs; then the inexplicable, unexpected, unplanned sensations added, added and added up to a sudden crisis of delight that left her gasping and weeping onto his shoulder. When they were dressed at last, he made certain suggestions about the remodel, and she eagerly agreed to almost everything he said, including converting half of the garage into a guest room with a new secret door connecting her closet with the closet in the new guest room; a new door in the guest room to the backyard, and a huge mirror over what used to be a door between the garage and the bedroom. Bill had readily agreed to the remodel plan, but he knew nothing of the mirror being a one-way glass allowing a view from the guest room into the bedroom when the guest room was dark and the bedroom light. Of course, Jim Bradley not only did the remodel work, he also made love to her almost every day. To fuck is to live, she thought. Jim and Ann grew more skilled at pleasing each other without ever losing that wonderful sense of awe at each other's mere presence. Just being there, on her bed, or curled up on the carpet, seemed a continual wonder to them. They were lovers in every sense, and her pangs of guilt at betraying Bill slowly faded. Jim Bradley, was her lover and Ann was very grateful. Anything she and Jim could imagine, any refinement of pleasure they could dream, they did with tenderness, with laughter, with breathless excitement. they would sometimes lie naked for hours touching each other all over, taking turns. "Is it nice if I touch you like this? Like this? Like this?" She would nod dumbly... or he would. But he always managed to leave before Bill came home from work. Never would she forget the first time they had used their tender secret after the remodeling of the garage and her bedroom. It was a weekend night, September 4th. She and Bill had gone to bed about 10, but she had urged him to take two halcyon tablets so he would get a full nights rest. He agreed. "If you don't mind," she murmured, "I think I'll read awhile." Within a short time Bill was sleeping soundly and she knew Jim had let himself into the guest room. As she had planned, she quietly slipped out of bed and stood for a half minute making sure Bill slept soundly before moving into her remodeled closet and through the secret door into the guest room. Yes, Jim was waiting. Bill, sleeping soundly, was plainly visible through the one- way glass. She had insisted he stand as still as a statue as she undressed him in the darkness and ran her tongue - and long hair tresses - all over his body. He had groaned with desire and conflicting pain of the struggle to not move. Then, in sweet revenge, he had laid her on the bed and kissed her lingering all over, in every well- explored sensitive crevice of her naked body. Only when she was actually weeping with longing did he slide into her. Her head rolled, giving her an exhilarating sense of danger and excitement as she watched her sleeping husband through the one-way mirror as Jim's thrusts grew stronger within her. Naked, she shivered with pleasure as he moved in her. Soon they were panting like hounds hard pressed. Her hands gripped his buttocks, forcing him deeper into her contracting cunt as she watched sleeping Bill through the mirror, but in some distant recess of her head she could hear her own sobbing whimpers of pleasure settle into a rhythm of lust which matched the rocking of their loving bodies. As lightning and thunder began to fill her, a jarring, grating noise intruded. Her eyes flew to the mirror again where she could see Bill, nude, disappearing into the bathroom. But she could not stop her shuddering, gasping orgasm as Jim's cum spurted into her in hot, throbbing jets. Kissing him deeply, she jumped out of bed, grabbing her gown as she fled back to Bill's bed, quickly turning off her lamp and jumping under the sheet in the now darkened bedroom. In a few moments she felt Bill slipping into bed beside her. His hands began to roam over her body - she could think of no rational way to stop him - his hands roamed, caressed, and then one slid down her belly and became as still as a stone as it felt the heat and wetness of her fresh-fucked cunt. Frantically she whispered, "You were asleep and I was so worked up thinking about us making love... I was just wanting it, you know... I did fluttering on the floor so I would not awaken you... and I kept fluttering inside because you were fast asleep and I needed it." With relief she heard his happy chuckle as he pulled her hand down and wrapped it around his now swelling penis. What idiots men are, she thought. Okay, her pussy would love another nice session, but a fast, short quickie would more likely result. Bill, as always, was clumsy. Feeling her heated wetness, he gave a great groan and flung his full 220 pounds on top of her, moaning and burying his face in her breasts, kissing hard and biting without mercy. They rolled together on the bed as he thrust with impatient, unskilled stabs at her body, thumping his hardness into her thighs, at her back, against her steaming wet softness until there was that one second of terrifying pleasure as frightening as falling from a tree, as painful as a knife stab, when his stiff, hard cock found the sweet hidden secret place and pushed in. For a split second they both froze still, stunned by the sensation (a complete surprise to her), then he shook her body like a terrier holding a rat, and in seconds she was begging as though she had not been so shortly before filled with her lover's throbbing cock. Her legs and arms hugged him to her heated body and they writhed like frantic snakes. In less than 20 seconds, with a great bellow, he collapsed and lay still and she - with a newly awakened hunger; now greedy and insatiable - arched her back and rubbed and rubbed against him frantically, to bring on her own orgasm. Then as her pussy began to contract, she could plainly hear the smacking sound as it milked his rigid, spurting cock. That will hold him for a week, she thought wryly. *** But the next morning Bill awakened her, obviously still excited but not realizing that last night's excitement had come from the scent and feel of his wife, fresh- fucked by a forbidden lover. His arms pulled her to him for a hard biting kiss and his other hand smoothed down the silk of her back and then clenched her buttocks with his fingernails digging in. Her mouth opened wide under his as he forced her legs apart and took her as roughly as an enemy. He was so excited! She also was (thinking about last night and having sex with Jim behind her magic mirror). One of his hands clasped hers above her head so that she was helpless beneath him, while the other pulled up her gown, but when she struggled he reluctantly backed off and slowed his inexpert heavy thrusts. But she freed her hands only to hold him closer and guide him inside her. *** Several nights later she woke up with a start. The room was dark and Bill was sleeping soundly. At first she didn't know what had disturbed her. But looking at the mirror, she suddenly knew. Quickly she went to the guest room, tearing off her gown as Jim ripped his pants away, she flung herself like a wildcat on him. Both of them gasped as she rode him astride, like a cowgirl breaking a raunchy stallion. she pounded his chest, his neck and his face with her fists until the climax of pleasure felled her like a crashing fir tree to lie beside him. Then he spent a long, long time just holding her and whispering love and approval of her. She basked in his loving admiration. *** Two days later she called him begging him to come. She was exultant now. She purred deep within, knowing the excitement of new love. Free, because she knew there was nothing to fear now. On the soft, smooth skin of her belly she felt his rough face - unshaven - sliding down to her rich, full pussy. Her body arched in abandonment. Her reeling senses climbed ever higher until she cried out softly, and again and again. A long time passed before she once more became aware of his gentle caresses. The next time blew his mind. She had pleaded with him to come over whenever he liked when husband Bill was at work, because it was sometimes impossible for him to come late at night. So he started over one day, but just as he neared her house her front door opened and Bill walked out. Of course, Jim had no way of knowing that Bill had come back to pick up his forgotten billfold, so he waited until Bill drove off before he went on into her house. He saw at once that Bill had made love to her before leaving with the billfold. Angry, but excited, Jim pulled her down right there on the living room floor. She was hot, wet and open...oooh she was sweet. The sweetest thing in the world, he thought, is a fresh- fucked girl. As he held her nude, warm body, he thought, Why should I be mad because she screwed her husband? Lady Luck is allowing me to share - to have the major share - for sure. He well knew that her husband was usually inept at love making, but he also knew that Ann's sexual drive was so powerful that even the least skilled of men could easily excite her to powerful orgasm. Smiling to himself, he softly caressed her very wet, very heated, very recently-fucked cunt. His tongue lapped up the warm mixed juices on her still throbbing pussy. So sweet! Uuumh. They did a 69 as she took his nice cock into her warm mouth while he licked and loved her so alive pussy. Unlike most men, Jim's penis curved upward like a scimitar. It touched her "love spot" over and over again. She could hear the jungle rhythm as her pussy fluttered as her aunt had taught... END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 69