This is a set of stories I wrote about a very very hot married man who I had an on-going affair with for a couple of years. We met, we fucked, he publically dumped me for another girl when I started to get too serious, but since then, there have been two other occasions worth noting... These recollections have been edited slightly since I first wrote them to give them some cohesion, and names have been changed to protect the guilty!
The first time -- 2004
Living in small town Asia, I get a lot of attention. While not blonde, the slightly curly brown hair, the boobs and the ass means I rarely pass by un-noticed. Which is why, I suppose, Toon took a shine to me. Head bouncer at a big club, he had long hair, tight leather trousers, and intricate tattoos all over his very well developed arms. I was already a bit drunk when I first arrived at the club, and he immediately paid me a lot of attention, making sure my friends and I were seated at his VIP table. A couple of bottles of whiskey, a lot of sexy dancing, and a snog or two later, the whole group headed back to my house. I don't remember much about that night, but I woke up alone to a slightly trashed house, beer bottles, cigarettes everywhere. While my housemates and I were trying to put together the pieces of the night, I heard a honk outside. The bouncer boys had returned with a duck, a crate of beer and a big bag of weed.
In record time we were sitting around waiting for the duck and weed soup to finish, drinking beer, getting rid of the hangover. It hadn't escaped Toon's notice that all he had to do was look at me and I'd start to shake. I've never felt so sexually attracted to someone, and when he came and sat next to me it was impossible for me to even speak. He put his arm around me, and, seriously, just like in the books, my nipples stiffened, and I could feel the wetness seep out from my pussy, soaking my panties. The other guys were getting along fine with my housemates, the soup was nearly ready, but Toon had other ideas.
He stood up, put his hand on the back of my neck and up into my hair, pulling me to my feet. Then, his hand firmly gripping my hair, he led me to my bedroom, ignoring the catcalls of amusement from his friends. By the time we were at my bed, his arms around me were the only things holding me up, but he said "stay standing" into my ear, and he sat on the bed. Quivering I stood before him, trembling with anticipation. "Take off your clothes" he instructed, staring at me intently. I slowly disrobed, smiling shyly as he groaned softly when my breasts swung free of my bra. As I wiggled out of my jeans he reached his hand out between my legs, testing my knickers for moisture. Now it was his turn to laugh as I moaned, and arched my hips forward to meet his touch. Suddenly he pulled down my panties and threw me on the bed, pinching my nipple. He stood up and said "my turn now" and pulled off his tank top to reveal more ink all over his chest and back. His shorts came off, and his tight boxers made me rethink all the stereotypes about Asian men. He pulled off his boxers, and his glorious erection stood free, right up against his ripped stomach. Fuck, I'd never seen anything like him in the flesh before. Absolutely stunning.
He came and lay on the bed beside me, and cautiously, like someone moving into foreign territory, I put my hand on his skin, tracing the whirls and swirls of the tattoos, feeling the incredible muscles in his body, enjoying the smoothness of his skin. We kissed, tongues intertwining, hands running over backs, chests, nipples... We pulled apart, and I wiggled down towards his cock. He tried to stop me, saying "you don't have to". I smiled at him "but I want to" I said. Here is something I know I can do, and do well.
I take as much of him in my mouth as I can, enjoying the sensation of power I have as finally, momentarily, I regain some control, he's the one in my hands, well, my mouth. He groans as I cup his balls and begin to fuck him with my mouth, long slow deep movements, with just a flick of the tongue at the top over his dickhead.
I'm concentrating so much on my job that it takes me a minute to realize he's telling me to stop. I look up, and he pats the bed beside him. I come lie next to him, and without warning he slides two fingers deep inside me. I scream as instantly my orgasm floods over me, and I can hear the laughter of Toon beside me echoing that of his friends out on the balcony. He's fumbling in the pocket of his pants for a condom, and in an effort to regain some control over myself I take it from him, and unroll it over his penis with my mouth, a trick I learnt in high school. He's impressed, but I can tell he wants me quivering and helpless, as he rolls on top of me and begins to fuck. The man knows how to do it, deep long strokes, echoing the movements of the blowjob I'd just given him. I'm clinging to him desperately, encouraging him to ride me harder, and the bed starts to creak, and we're both moaning and finally with an earsplitting 'ohhhhhh' we're both cumming, clinging to each other.
After a quick shower, I wrap myself in a sarong and Toon dresses. Within 5 minutes we're on the balcony with our friends all giving us shit, and a bowl of soup. We ended up spending the rest of the day in and out of bed, and by the end of the day Toon tells me I'm his latest mistress. So begins a year or two of super hot no-strings-attached sex, late nights in nightclubs, VIP tables, rides on fancy motorbikes, cock fights, and amazing meals out. Everything is put on hold on the rare occasions his wife comes to town, but for a while I'm his only mistress. It doesn't last
The Perfect Booty Call - 2005
I get a phone call about 8:15 pm last night. It's Toon. I'm surprised, I've not heard from him in a week, nor seen him since last Friday. He asks what I'm doing. I say not a lot, watching a movie. He asks if he can come over and sleep with me later, I (all thoughts of being cool and calm fly out the window) bleat 'sure! Yeah!'. I assume he means once work is over, about 12:30 or 1, so I go back to watching the movie. I figure it'll finish, I'll have a shower, get some sleep and wait for him to turn up.
I hear a bike, and I go out to have a look -- it's Toon, he's come right over. I can't contain my pleasure at seeing him, and he seems happy to see me to, gives me a big hug and kiss, then takes off his shoes. I ask if he wants a joint, and where he wants to sit. He looks at me like I'm crazy. Of course he wants a joint, and he wants to sit in my room! I roll, we smoke, he takes of his shirt and I stare in lust at his amazingly tattooed upper body. We talk about his family, my housemates. He tells me he hasn't had sex in 12 days, since the first night his wife arrived. She doesn't like sex he says, and neither do other local girls, or at least not with him. He can see me looking in disbelief, and he explains it's because he's too big, the girls are afraid he'll hurt them. Wow, really not a problem for me. I apologized for being the most wasted person in the room last time we saw each other, and he smiled, and told me the reason he stopped calling so much was that he was worried that maybe I was developing more feelings, something might happen, and we both had busy jobs, and I've got a serious job and he's got his wife and kids. He managed to say that without being conceited or patronizing, and it's a point well made.
Half way through the joint he looks at me and says "Go shower, then we'll have sex" Nothing makes me happier that a guy taking control... I leave him with the joint and go shower, using the sweetest smelling soap I can find. I brush my teeth, and come back into the house. He's lying on my bed in his boxers, what a sight. I come and sit beside him, bend over and kiss him. He's been eating mints too, and his mouth is cool on mine. He holds my head and kisses me, firmly, properly, all over my face and neck. I'm shivering with arousal -- he laughs at me, he knows his power all too well.
He begins to play with my breasts, licking the sides and stopping just short of my nipple as I arch into him. He pulls my towel away and rubs my pussy I'm watching his face and he grins wide as he realizes how wet I am. He rolls onto his back and I lean over him, kissing him all the way down his body. I pull off his boxers, and sit back on my heels as I survey his nakedness.
