Note: This is another totally true story, although the names and places have been changed to protect the guilty.
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The guy had, almost by accident, become a good friend. He was thought of as quite a strange kind of person, by those that new him. He was one of those completely useless types, no confidence at all, no self-esteem, he even said that he must have got his degree by mistake. His degree, yes it was in some weird, obscure subject, that few people had ever heard of.
However, he did, for a while anyway, gain a teaching post at some university or other. There wasn't a great deal of interest in his subject, he had very few students. Somehow, he kept the post for some years, perhaps almost forgotten by the faculty.
Then one day, fate caught up, and he was made redundant. No one wanted him, he had nowhere to go, completely lost outside his small academic field, he was completely shattered.
Then, his father died, and it was his mother who came to the rescue. She told him to find a wife, and she would buy a house in Italy, somewhere she had always wanted to live, and he and his wife would live with her.
Problem was, he had no chance of finding a wife, well not the usual way.
So, he took himself off to Thailand, registered with an agency, and before you know it, he struck gold. Well, I think so anyway.
His bride to be, was a very pretty girl, much younger than him. She was clever, had been at university before family problems had made her drop out. Her main problem was that she was semi crippled, she had been born with a badly deformed leg.
A series of operations had got her walking, but with a terrible limp and a peculiar gait. The family were financially struggling and told her she had to go, so in desperation, she had turned to a marriage agency.
Along came David, he seemed pleasant enough, a bit old for her, but at the end of the day, it got her away. She soon found, that his peculiar ways, that he was actually a very nice person, certainly kind and considerate.
David doted on her, her every need was catered for, but one.
He had never had sex in his life, he was scared stiff at the prospect, needless to say, he found that he was impotent.
They had been married five years, and never once, had she had a glimmer of sex.
Naturally, I knew nothing of this.
I had known them four for years, I quite often had a meal with them, and a drink or two. I had found that I thoroughly enjoyed their company, we would sometimes, debate for hours about all sorts of stupid subjects.
At times, I thought that Mya, seemed to be glancing coyly my way, but I surmised it was just my over active imagination.
Then one day, David asked me to drop by, I thought it would be the usual, you know, fix a leaking tap or some such.
When I arrived, he invited me to sit, then in an awkward kind of way, he shoved a glass of wine in my hand, one of your favourites, he had said.
I happened to just catch a glimpse of Mya, peering from a slightly open bedroom door.
I looked at David expectantly.
Hesitantly, he began, "You do know that you are my best friend, well to be honest, my only friend. I've got the greatest favour in the world to ask you." A pause, then "This is very awkward for me, so the only way is to come right out with it."
He looked at me, I was really puzzled.
Suddenly he blurted, "I want you to make love to my wife."
I was dumb founded, well you would be, wouldn't you?
He went on to explain their problem, and that he and Mya had discussed the issue in some depth, naturally in a very academic way knowing David. The conclusion being, that she would still be happy at home, if only she could have some sex with someone, really with anyone. Someone of his choice, she said, although he got the impression that she was hinting at me.
He said, "Have some more wine please," he sat back, looking at me. I saw the bedroom door move, and this time, clearly saw Mya's face staring at me with a pleading look.
I felt dreadfully embarrassed, for David more than me.
He went on, "I'm taking mother to hospital tomorrow, we won't be home until late evening. Mya will be here alone, perhaps you could drop by to see she's okay sometime."
The next day, after I had seen David's car disappearing down the lane, I knocked at the front door. Mya came and opened the door, it was so quick, she must have been stood right there waiting for me. She was beautifully dressed, in a traditional Thai dress, it was absolutely stunning. Her hair was up, and adorned with a little jewellery, and a colourful flower to one side.
She did their little bow, with hands clasped in front, her eyes cast down. She stepped back, and asked if I would like to come in.
She indicated my usual chair, and the glass of wine already sat there waiting for me.
When I sat, she came and knelt in front of me, reached for the wine, and held it to me with both hands.
The look on her face almost brought a tear to my eye. It was beseeching, almost begging.
I had a sip, and then put the glass down, a worried look crossed her face, I held out my arms to her. She made a strange little noise, and then fell against me, her hands clinging, with her head below my chin, as she rested on my chest. I tipped her chin up to look at me, those deep black eyes, they just stared into mine.
I only had to lean a little, and my lips brushed hers. Then, she smiled. Her hands went round my neck, to pull me tight to her lips. It was a kiss borne of desperation, of wanting and need.
I eased her away, again the worried look, "We have all day, take your time." I said.
Now again, she smiled, then reached and hugged me.
Then, she stood, felt for the pin in her hair, it fell to cascade, long and black, around her shoulders, it was truly beautiful hair. It was the first time that I had seen it let free.
I stood, and took her in my arms, again we kissed, this time with passion, but a little more controlled.
My hands moved to touch her, caress her back, just down to her waste.
I went back up, to her shoulders, then caressed her neck beneath the hair, one hand moving slowly round. until I touched her cheek.
I slowly let the hand find it's way down the front of her neck, the little area of exposed skin above her dress, then still down, to cup a breast through the material. A little squeeze and then a gentle rub, her mouth pressed harder to mine, and her lips opened, her tongue pushing it's way between my lips, to gently probe.
My hands dropped to hold her side, I slid them down to her hips, and she pushed them against me.
Her hands went behind her back, I heard the zip pulled down, she shrugged her shoulders, and her dress fell to the floor. She was not wearing a bra, her breasts came into view, not large, but perfectly formed, with quite large, very dark areolas, surmounted by perhaps the biggest nipples I have ever seen.
She watched intently as I looked at them, she smiled at me when I said, "They are beautiful." as I bent to kiss a nipple, my hand coming to softly caress. I sucked gently, then a little harder, as she gasped, her fingers in my hair.
She was wearing a waste slip, that reached almost to the floor. As my hand went to ease it down, she stopped me and slightly shook her head, I understood immediately what her reticence was.
Instead, she took my hand and pulled towards the bedroom, it was her room, not a shared room.
In the semi darkness of the part draw curtains, she reached to undo my shirt, she eased it off, then kissed my chest, her kisses exploring all over me.
Then, she sat on the bed, as her fingers were busy undoing my trousers. They fell to my ankles, she looked up at me, whilst slowly pulling at the top of my pants, and slowly she eased them down.
I have a heavy cock, it sort of sticks out when free, rather than standing upright. Till now, it had been held down in my pants.
As she took my pants further down, she first saw my cock's base, beneath my pubic hairs. Then suddenly it made her jump, as the pants passed the tip, it sprang into full view, to hit her below the chin. She laughed, two hands going to her mouth, eyes wide staring at its size.
She moved a hand halfway towards it, looked up shyly at me, then reached to touch, just the merest of touches, as her fingers traced along the length.
She again looked up at me, "It is the first time I have ever seen one, it is bigger than I imagined, I think that I am a little frightened now."
I took her shoulders in my hands, bent and laid her on the bed, I moved beside her, "Don't be frightened my little angel, there is nothing to be afraid of, you'll see."
My lips found hers, it was a long lingering kiss, a true discovery of each other.
I moved a hand to fondle her breasts, moving from one to the other, exploring their beauty, occasionally pausing to pull and twist at a nipple.
She broke from the kiss, to snuggle her head into me neck, and she kissed wherever her lips found me.
I eased her head aside, moving my body tighter to her, my mouth went to the top of her chest. Where my fingers traced, my tongue followed and teased her skin.
