"Congratulations! Second Husband."
It started as a joke because of him. He called many times a day after our first online sex, horny and always wanting more. I showed him my pics and vids -- my ass being pounded doggy style by H, my boobs grabbed with H's choking hand, my moaning as my climax rose, and many dirty acts.
"Have you heard of ahegao?" he asked one day.
"Ahe what? What's that?"
"A Japanese word. Face during sex." So, I googled it. The faces were weird. Cross-eyed with tongues sticking out. It won't be surprising in manga and anime, but seeing it in real life...well, it was a little disturbing.
"Okay...why?" I asked, even though I already knew what he wanted.
"I like that. I like seeing a woman's face at climax."
"I can't show my face." I told him.
"Why?"
"Same reason why you don't show your face." I tapped on my shades. The Internet was a vast ocean of darkness, and I was a clueless bird flapping too close to the waves.
As a prank, I told him once I was masturbating in the library behind the shelves. That got him excited. He was persistent, and at some point, he trusted me enough to show me his face, so I showed mine. He loved it so much that he said, "Wow. I want to get married."
"With who?" I teased.
"With you. Haha." He said.
"With me? I'm already married. Unless you want to do a threesome with me and my husband?" I joked.
"Haha. If it was close, I would have gone right away, whether it is a threesome or with you."
"Really?" The tease backfired. Both H and I were surprised by his words. Today was Christmas, and Santa brought an unexpected gift.
"He proposed to you!" H whispered excitedly after grabbing my phone when he saw my face.
"Huh?" I followed H out of the room because our family was tearing the wrappers off their gifts.
"You got a proposal! He wants to marry you!" H laughed. I stared at the words on the screen.
"Can we do it now? Vid chat?" Second husband was asking. The texts flashed, rolling up as he kept going, and then my phone began to ring. I shut it off immediately.
"Go!" H said. "Make it short. Just talk only."
This was weeks after we decided to be open. After coming out to H about my online affair and agreeing, we would work on trying out this new life of dating and fucking others. At that moment, I was more surprised at H and his excitement than mine.
Was this Korean guy serious? Far across the Pacific, a young, handsome, single man wanted me to be his wife.
Was he expecting me to visit him in Korea and consummate this relationship? Instantly, I was reminded of the Asian royalty and their concubines. Except, I wasn't a King or noble. Yet, the thought of a second husband in Korea was mind-boggling and thrilling.
He was the first to take a dick pic for me when I asked for it, and despite his protest, he gave me my first cum shot too. It was a trophy which I treasured and played with.
He could be the start of my harem. It was that spark that ignited a crazy idea. And this was before starting my naughty IG channel. At that time, I had two empty IG accounts for my friends from Ometv, separating the guys based on danger zones. They came and go -- my fishes looking for sex, someone to chat briefly with, and others were just lonely.
Life every day was the same as the next. House. Kids. Errands. Cooking. Finances. Nothing was ever new or changing -- a forever state of stasis. But after I met those stranger guys and entered their rooms every day, adrenaline rushed through my veins, never knowing whom I might talk to or do.
"When was your first sex?" I asked the first guy I met for the day. Asking to play was becoming a routine. Meeting a stranger, staring eye to eye as I took my clothes off, was as natural as taking a shower. The mornings after dropping the kids at their schools, I dressed up in my lingerie, preparing for another round of flash and fuck. My husband knew what I was doing. He was encouraging my secret tryst.
Dicks everywhere. Hands jerking. Cum exploding. Korean faces I met whom I didn't know and many I may or may not see again. But the faceless one, the first dick I saw...I still remember him.
I won't forget his words, "My teacher was very hot."
It was amazing that with translators, I could easily talk to a stranger about his sex life. We shared our secrets and said whatever we wanted without fear.
"There is no judging. I don't judge," said to another guy later whom I named 'Buddy'. His story will come after.
Back to my vivid imagination. A fifteen-year-old boy was in the chemistry lab where the two illegals performed the deed. Even today, a teacher like her could be judged as abusing her authority, but she was a dream come true to many boys and men. He said he sat on a chair by the window, and the teacher climbed on his lap. That itself was kudos.
That woman had serious skills. I wished I was her, not that I'd do anything illegal.
"Omg. Was it good? Did it hurt?" I was told it might. Boys have skin, but with circumcision, maybe it was easier the first time..."
"No," he said. "It was so good. She was so wet."
"Daebak! 대박 Damn...you fucked your teacher." I gave him two thumbs up. "This is so awesome!"
His smiley smiled. "We did it many times. I cummed in her."
I couldn't get over my excitement. I felt wet as I imagined I was there in that science lab. Long tables with high stools. Sinks at the far end of the table. Beakers in wood stands. A table in the front where his teacher sat.
The naughty teacher with that tight skirt and no panties broke all the rules and did what her profession made her swear not to do. She was in the back seat by the window with her student, ionically bonded as two atoms became one.
Now, that was some special treatment. After school, extra tuition. Every pervert's dream and mine.
This guy won. Clearly, he did -- reality vs. fiction.
"How long did you have sex with her?" This was a full-blown illegal activity and not a one timer.
"A few months...and then I graduated."
"Ahh...why did she choose you? Are you handsome?" I asked because I wouldn't know because all I saw was his stiff cock. That and him asking for my boobs and breathlessly cumming.
