You've heard the story all before, I'm sure: Man goes to Far East on vacation, meets beautiful Asian girl, brings her home and marries her. Well, it happened to me and, to be honest with you, I've never really regretted it.
I met Mia after only a few days of my vacation and, like so many other men, was immediately captivated by the mysterious, demure attraction of the Asian female. To say that Mia was attractive or pretty would have been a crass understatement. At only twenty-one years old - a full twenty years younger than myself - and with her dark, almost jet-black hair framing a stunning heart shaped face, her allure was beyond temptation. Her facial qualities were not let down by her body either. Pretty feet and delicate ankles led to long, shapely legs, a flat stomach and perky 36c breasts completed the picture. But for me it was her eyes that first made me catch my breath. The way that she looked out at me from under long, seductive lashes and fixed me with those deep green, almond shaped peepers had my cock at immediate attention!
Okay, so I admit it - she was a hooker! But the way I figured it; everyone has to do something, right?, and the way the economy looked in her home town, it was about all the was left to do to make a living. Not that Mia was ashamed or embarrassed by her chosen profession, far from it, she openly admitted to me that she enjoyed sex in all of its forms; men or women, together or separately, young or old, she would enjoy herself and make money no matter what!
The first time I slept with Mia, I can honestly say, was the best sex that I have ever had. She took me to heaven and back all night and I came three times - something of a record for me! Her lips were like soft, moist velvet and her pussy seemed to be able to grip my modest tool almost with a mind of its own. When I awoke in the morning, still exhausted but utterly content, I knew immediately that I had to have this amazing specimen of womanhood again. And I did have her again - and again and again and every day until the end of my vacation. But as the end of the holiday drew closer and closer I became maudlin and depressed; how was I ever going to be able to leave my adored Mia behind?
And then the obvious truth struck me like a thunderbolt: I was in love, and what do people do when they are in love? Answer: they get married!
It may seem like I was completely crazy but, with a pounding heart and acting like a teenager on a first date, I found myself in the corner of a moodily lit restaurant one evening and asking Mia to marry me. I'm not sure what sort of reception I had expected, but when she agreed almost immediately there were fireworks going off in my heart and my head.
Mia joined me at my London flat only a week after I left and we immediately married and embarked on our life together. To say that I was happy would not begin to describe the feelings that constantly coursed through my body and soul; I was elated; walking on air.
For me, the sex was still fantastic, but as time went on I began to feel that my greatest fears were being realised. It wasn't anything that Mia said or did, it was just a general feeling that, whilst I was being treated to the best sensations that I had ever experienced, she was becoming bored with the lack of imagination that my inexperience was causing and, to be honest, my modest sized penis. I tried everything that I knew and some things that I had never even thought of before, but little seemed to provide her with the excitement that she so obviously craved and I could count on the fingers of one hand the orgasms that she enjoyed under my fumbling attentions. Slowly I began to realise that, because of her previous experiences, it was highly unlikely that one man - and me in particular - would ever be able to satisfy her abundant lust.
And then one day it happened. Of course, it may have happened many time before, but for me, this would be the first time I had actually caught her cheating.
Arriving home early from work one evening, I heard the tell-tale noises from the spare bedroom immediately I walked in the door. My heart sank. I guess I had been expecting it but now that it was actually happening I wasn't sure what to do. Half of me wanted to leave the house and never return, but the other half was intrigued; the sounds I could hear were not just Mia and another man, but Mia and TWO other men! My legs wouldn't let me leave and took me involuntarily, silently up the stairs towards the source of the sounds.
The door to the spare room was slightly ajar so I was able to peer in without being spotted. It seemed that I had arrived just in time, so to speak; Mia was still dressed but was sat on the bed and watching her two well built lovers as they slowly stroked their cocks in anticipation.
Mia was dressed quite simply. Her black silk blouse that I had recently bought for her was open and tied at her waist allowing just the smallest glimpse of her pert breasts. The short, grey skirt was bunched up around her waist to reveal red lace panties and I could see that she had been stroking herself as she watched her lovers; a dark patch of moisture was visible in the crotch.
I continued to watch as Mia slowly licked her finger and dropped her hand down the front of her panties. Her head rolled back and she gasped quietly as she began to slowly finger herself. There were sounds of appreciation from the guys as they also watched the display continue with my wife becoming more vocal as she climbed higher and higher towards orgasm.
Mia's legs were well spread and after a few minutes of masturbation her hips began to lift from the bed. Her fingers seemed a blur beneath the material of her panties as she jammed them over and over into her obviously wet snatch. Suddenly her back arched deeply and she let out a long, low growling moan. As she climaxed her legs trembled visibly and the toes of her shoes pointed upwards.
