I'm Bob, and my wife Barb is a beautiful Asian.
I knew when we got married that she had a sexual past. Now we are at a point as a couple where fantasy and talk during sex has come into play. She has taken to regaling me with some of her memorable past sex partners and experiences.
One that seems to be her favorite is a guy she calls "Guy". I never heard his real name, but she'd always gets this glint in her eye and a little smirk on her lips when she'd bring him up. And let me tell you, when she talked about him, she didn't hold back. it turns me on too, thinking about her with him, all wild and uninhibited.
Guy
Her favorite memories with him always start with his cock - not too big, not too small, but just right for her tight, Asian pussy. It was like he was made to fill her up. It wasn't just the size she liked so much. He was a heavy cummer, shooting as many as ten long strings of thick jizz covering her wherever he aimed it. And he had a very short refractory period - he only needed a short time, sometimes a couple of minutes, or after his first orgasm no time at all - he'd just keep fucking nonstop until he shot another load. They'd have sex everywhere - in the car, outside of the car, jacuzzi, living room, shower, you name it. He had this knack for knowing just how to get her going.
Some of her favorite memories with him are sex in the car or outside of it. More than once when they were out driving through the countryside he would get horny. The way she described his hand on her thigh, moving higher and higher until he found the warm, wet center of her desire, made my own cock throb with anticipation. The thought of him stroking her while she pleasured him in return was incredibly arousing. I found myself picturing her eagerly unzipping his pants, her small hands wrapping around his thick, veiny shaft, pumping him as he fingered her with one hand, trying to drive in a straight line with the other.
With their fervor at a high pitch he would find a place to pull over. He would push back his seat and pull his pants down to his feet leaving his hardon standing up so she could jerk it and suck it as she rubbed her pussy. She would take him in her mouth, swirl her tongue around the head before taking him deep. Moaning, he used his hands in her hair to guide her as she worked him with an enthusiasm that matched his own. Her hand rubbed her clit in tight circles as she pleasured him. Both of them ooh'ing and aah'ing and moaning, she would straddle him, her tight pussy enveloping his cock, and bounce up and down while he thrusted into her until they both had orgasms. Sometimes more than one for her. When she got off of him cum would run out of her pussy onto his lap.
A couple of times feeling more adventurous they would find a small, out of the way road or track in the forest. Parked, he would walk around to her side, open her door, and take a moment to appreciate the view, his eyes traveling up her legs to the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts. His hand would reach out, tracing the line of her jaw before tilting her head back, claiming her mouth in a passionate kiss.
Her pants were the first to go, revealing the softness of her skin and the sweet scent of her arousal. Or perhaps it's a skirt that he deftly lifts, exposing the treasure that lies beneath. He wastes no time, his fingers dancing over her panties, teasing the fabric aside to reveal her slick folds. A soft gasp escapes her as he strokes her gently. The sound of his zipper echoes through the stillness, and she feels his cock, hard and hot, pressing against her thigh.
Kneeling in front of her, she straddles his face. Pressing her mound to his mouth, he tastes her, the sweetness coating his tongue. He laps at her eagerly, each lick bringing her closer to the edge. Her hips rock in response, and she clutches at his hair, urging him on. She cries out, "Oh yes, yess, yesss!" her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.
But he's not done with her yet. He stands, his own need pulsing through him, and pulls her closer, aligning their bodies. The tip of his cock nudges at her entrance, and with one swift motion, he's inside her, filling her completely. The car rocks slightly with the force of his thrusts, her nails dig into his shoulders, and she whispers his name, a plea for more.
The only sounds are their moans and the slapping together of their bodies. He can feel himself getting closer, his movements becoming more erratic, driven by a primal instinct. With a final, powerful thrust, he releases himself inside her, the warmth of his cum flooding her. Or now and again instead of cumming in her, he withdraws, painting her belly with his seed, watching as it glistens running down her side.
Sometimes he had her step out of the car, and bend her over it, her ass presented to him like the delicious offering it was. The fabric of her panties stretches tight over her small Asian cheeks, and with a wicked grin, he peels them down, exposing her to the elements. He enters her from behind, his cock sinking into her warmth as she gasps. His hands grasp her hips, guiding her movements as he fucks her hard and fast. The head of his cock hit her g-spot with each thrust, and she cried out, the pleasure, almost too much to bear. He pulled out, the tip of his cock teasing her asshole before he exploded over her ass.
Once, when he stopped in a secluded spot, he asked her if she was up to something different. She asked what. All he would say was she would see. In an adventurous mood she said sure.
He got out of the car, went around to her side to help her out. He walked her over to a small tree close by. There he undressed her. He put one of her arms in her shirt, pulled the shirt around the tree and put her other arm in it like she was tied up with her arms over her head, but she could get out of it anytime she wanted to by herself. Which she did not want to do. Whatever it was he was planning, it was novel, and the excitement of not knowing what he might do was fascinating.
First he ran his fingers up and down her body from her head to her toes, circling around her tits, nipples, and clit. That got her excited and visibly wet, and softly moaning. Next he did the same thing but with his tongue, running it up and down her whole body, circling her sensitive parts. That got her wetter, moaning louder, and telling him how good it felt. Stripping naked, his cock was super hard and bigger than she had ever seen it. He stepped up to her, kissed her twirling his tongue in her mouth, feeling her up, squeeing her boobs, pinching her nipples. She was thrashing about, moaning loudly, telling him to fuck her, stick his hard cock as far in her as he could.
Guy pushed her hard against the tree, the bard pressing into her back. He spread her legs apart with his feet, bent down to get his member below her pussy. The head of his cock parted her folds, and she gasped as he entered her in on swift motion. Her moans grew louder as she described the feeling of his cock pushing into her, filling her completely, her body stretching to accommodate his size, his balls hitting her twat. Ramming in and out furiously, he bit her lips, squashed her boobs, yelled how good her tight Asian pussy was. She was shouting for him not to stop, his cock was filling her like never before. The feeling of being stuffed was overwhelming, a delicious pressure that made her toes curl and her nails dig into the bark. She threw her head back, her eyes rolling in ecstasy as he thrust into her. Their moans and gasps joined the sound of their bodies colliding.
She was sweating all over, her face flushed red, pussy juice running down her legs, her whole body tensed, her eyes tightly clenched, as a huge orgasm hit her. Her legs shook, her pussy clenched around his cock. Her pulsing pussy on his cock brought him over the edge. Not stopping, screaming at the top of his lungs, "Oooh, I'm cumming!" he filled her with his sperm and kept pumping in and out.
