Asian Date

While my wife and I were stationed in the Southwest with the military, I had a 4-month affair with an attractive married woman that lived nearby. At that time, Ji young, my Korean wife was double shifting as a waitress at a local Asian restaurant. Ji young, who goes by an American adopted name, "Jina," finally found out about the affair when she found a hickey on my chest. I admitted everything to her and she went into a rage. I couldn't blame the affair on anything except the fact I needed sex and Gina was too tired, too stressed all the time, and my illicit partner was as ready as I was. ("Pat" and I both had had great sex over the time of the affair).

Jina and I had both just turned 30 (only months apart) when the affair ended. Jina was at the peak of her sexual attractiveness (in my opinion) at that time. At the time, she had long black hair that made her look like a teenage schoolgirl. Her 34c tits and long eraser nipples made her stand out from other flatter chested Asians. I love her long straight jet-black hair and she still has the roundest ass and nicest bubble butt around. And she is only 5'0 and 103lbs.

Immediately after the affair, our communications obviously broke down; Jina began drinking while hanging out with friends and also began gambling; something I did not understand about her.

Since Jina was at home less, the phone calls began to come again from my mistress just down the street. We didn't resume having sex because her husband had become suspicious and I really wanted it to stop. One night Jina came home and caught me flushing a sexy note just received from Pat. Jina got it out of the commode and read it aloud to me. It stated that (Pat) had been wanting me for weeks. Jina tore the note up and threw it at me.

Jina would not say a word to me again until that weekend. That's when she came home drunk early Saturday a.m. and wanted sex. I wanted it too but everything seemed strange about her. She didn't sound right or look at all right but and she was sexually and verbally aggressive. The next morning, I found out why...

While Jina was showering, I checked her car and found light scratches on both drivers and passenger side doors along with some mud on the front air dam. (Usually the car is kept very clean). I got inside and smelled alcohol and cigarette smoke. Jina didn't smoke. Checking the back seat, I found what I hoped I wouldn't; along with some small plastic cups and an empty pint bottle of Crown Royal, was an empty condom pack. Also, towards the edge of the rear seat floor was some used tissue paper and a pair of Jina's black bikini panties. They were damp. I just wanted to die.

I walked into the house, slamming the door and confronted Jina immediately, not with my voice but with my eyes. She knew what I was there about. She wouldn't say a word so I just stared. Finally she opened up. "You know, right?"

"Just like you do." (Jina spoke in broken English; it became more broken when she was excited or mad).

I nodded and she continued;

"I paid you back good." My face turned red from anger as she went on.

"I'm so happy I did it, I love to fuck, you know that?"

I just looked at her letting her blow it all out. Kim got louder,

"He is a customer at restaurant, he wanted me for 5 months, but I did not do until you did it again with her."

"He was sooo good, he knows how to eat my pussy and fuck. He make me cum so hard."

That was it, I had to leave and quickly.

I went outside, slamming the door. I ran for blocks, after 20 minutes, the run still felt like nothing. I ran as long as I could and then once out of breath, began to walk. As I walked and caught my breath, my mind went through periods of rage, depression, and I even began to cry. I finally figured it out, it wasn't her, and it was I. I'd caused the entire situation. I slowly began to walk home.

Jina and I didn't talk to each other for several days, we both went our separate ways and I began thinking that divorce was the only way out. But for some reason, I rejected the idea. It we were going to divorce, it wouldn't be by me.

Several weeks passed with us just having casual conversations. I began sending her flowers at work and began pampering her. Soon, Jina regained some of her trust, at least enough of it to talk about it. A couple of week passed and we had our 7th anniversary dinner. We both hardly ate but talked a lot. After I gave her a pair of diamond earrings. I told her I was through with the affair, totally. Jina welled up with tears and told me she hated not talking. We both fell in love with each other at that point and had some great sex that night. For some reason though, while we had sex, I thought about Jina with her lover, how he wanted her and what they did. I fucked Jina harder and harder as I thought about Jina moaning to another mans touch, to cum with another mans cock in her. When I came, I moaned out loud and Jina quickly followed.

Three weeks later, I received a military overseas assignment to England. We were both surprised and happy. I think Jina was also relieved to get away from our source of our troubles, my former girlfriend just down the street.

We really liked our new assignment. We moved outside the base in a wooded area and found the climate and culture much to our liking. Jina decided to take on a job at the base first as a temporary bar waitress and then as a dayshift food waitress. She gained some new friends, some of them British; others were Korean, Filipino and Thai.

While working as a bar waitress, Jina told me about men flirting with her at the club. I verified this by sneaking in at the club around 11pm on a Friday. Jina was wearing her short barmaid costume with fishnet hose. She looked hot. Guys were tipping her and trying to put their hands around her. I left before she spotted me. That night, Jina told me how the guys were onto her; she seemed to sense the excitement I felt. This usually led to sex where Jina continued telling me about their advances. I guess it was a means of verbal foreplay; anyway, it worked every time.

Once Jina took on the role of food waitressing she gained a new uniform. On certain days she had to wear a short black skirt, dark stockings and a white transparent top. She would usually wear a white bra, sometimes a black one inside. Jina's tits seemed to look larger in that outfit and her bubble butt was all but hidden by the tight fabric of her short stretch skirt. I went into the club at lunch once where she served some of my new associated and I from work. I was still fairly new at the base and the guys with me didn't know my wife was the waitress.

As soon as she took our drink order and left, one of the guys said, "Man, I'd like get a hold of that for a night or two."

We all laughed, "Another guy said "I'd like to order those melons now honey."

I saw what the second comment was about when Jina returned, the air conditioner was running pretty cold in the restaurant and Jina's nipples were poking out through her thin black bra."

The more I thought about those comments, the more turned on I got. I no longer felt jealousy towards her but was rather turned on by all the comments and flirting looks that Jina received. Jina came home from a late shift a week later and told me an older customer from the club knew me. Sure enough, it was Frank; he was a defense contactor. We had worked together in the states on similar programs. Frank was a divorcee, about 53 and in pretty good shape for his age. Frank usually flew in about three weeks per quarter, so we began to get together every now and then at the club. Though we had never really close friends because of our age difference, we seemed to like the same things. Soon, I found out we had more in common than I thought.

Jina told me that Frank was flirting with one of her Korean friends at work. He became persistent with his advances; on his next quarterly trip he was only to find out that Jina's friend had just moved back to the states. Jina hesitantly tried to help Frank make phone contact with her friend, but the girl would not risk talking to him when she was already married. Frank then turned to Jina.

Jina later told me Frank had repeatedly asked her to go to dinner. I didn't know what to say although the thought of her going with him didn't offend me, after all, I knew him. Frank and I chatted soon after that while we were having a couple of beers at the club. Since neither of us had eaten, we both felt the effects of the Guinness draft we were putting down. Frank said he had been married to an American woman for several years and had just gone through a difficult divorce. Frank began spouting four-letter words as he continued to drink. He said his ex had really fucked him with the divorce and he now hated American women. He said he was very attracted to Asian women and just wanted to feel what it was like to hold a conversation with one and enjoy a little time with someone like Jina.

He also blurted out "Jina is beautiful and has a dynamite body, if you don't mind me saying so."

I just quickly said, "I understand Frank, no problems here, its up to you two if you want to go out sometime." I couldn't believe my own response.

After Frank returned on his next trip to England he hired Jina to clean the apt he and his co-worker, Steve used during their trips. The two-story cottage they shared was just 3 blocks from our own apt cottage. Jina cleaned the apt between Frank's trips and on the weekdays during her time off from the club. He gave her a key and she took good care of it. Jina told me of Frank's hobbies, besides work, Frank liked investing in the stock market and enjoyed amateur photography. Since we lived in a remote area, close to the woods, he took plenty of photos there.

The trip in the late summer was to be a long one for Frank. Also his roommate was overlapping his trip with Frank. Soon, Jina came to me again and told me, "Frank wants to go out on a date." I asked Jina what she wanted. She said, "it's just dinner." I said "ok." Jina dressed nicely and was gone for several hours. I nervously waited to watch Frank walk her to the curb/sidewalk in front of the house. Jina was all smiles when she came in although a little nervous. We talked about it; it all seemed harmless. Her being on that date without me knowing the details somehow excited me. We then had sex for over an hour.

A few days later, Jina showed me some photos Frank had taken with his new digital camera. Some were of the wooded area nearby. They featured some natural scenery, birds, etc. others were of Jina wearing her summer dress. She looked hot in it. Frank and Jina dated a couple of more times during Franks Summer trip. In between dates, I chatted with Frank at the club and reassured him the "dating" thing was ok.

Frank became more at ease with me and even began calling Jina while he was back in the states awaiting his next deployment.

As Jina and Frank continued to date, I found things were changing between us. We both were beginning to drink. I was drinking at the club and at home alone. Jina was dating Frank more frequently, partying some with her friends and coming home later and a little more intoxicated each time.

One fall night, during dinner, Jina took a surprise phone call from Frank; he had just gotten back in after two months at home. Jina got into a sexy red short sweater dress with a wide black belt that made her tits stick out. She looked so hot in her dress and stiletto leather boots. She had fishnets on too. She said she had to meet Frank and left at 7:30pm. I drank a few glasses of wine, and then drifted in and out of sleep as I watched the window past midnight. At 1:30, I couldn't sleep; I started to call her cell twice but hung the phone up before it completely dialed. I then followed through on calling her, no answer... "What was going on!"? At 2:05, Jina stumbled in the door. I pretended to be asleep and peeked out at her silhouette as she wobbled through the bathroom door. I smelled alcohol in the room. They must have been to the casino /bar in town.

While Jina was in the bathroom, the bathroom door had swung slightly open. I peeked at Jina taking something from her purse in the bathroom mirror; it was her bra! She was pulling it from her purse and putting it in the clothes hamper. I said nothing but didn't sleep that night. Jina didn't say anything either in the morning as if she was avoiding me. Usually we had casual conversations about her dates but not this time. Jina went to work early the next day and I found her key to Franks apt. I wanted to look around, perhaps find out what was up.

I had to go to work in a few hours myself. I casually walked to Franks apt and made sure no one was at home. Perhaps, his roommate Steve was around, I didn't know. I nervously used the key; it took a few seconds to get in. They had some nice furniture in the living room, impressive for a rental. There in the center of the room sat a huge velvety crème-colored couch with lots of pillows. Another matching lounge chair was just adjacent to it. In the center was a glass table with some bonsai plants, candles and candies in a small jar.

There was also a bar cart nearby. It had many different brands and types of alcohol on the top shelf. I could smell a little bit of alcohol emanating from the cart. I decided to go upstairs. I looked in both bedrooms and found Frank's digital camera on a nightstand in the larger one; it had to be his room. The room had tinted glass, nice drapes for a rental and a huge four-poster antique styled bed. Very nice. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked around. On the lamp table was a bottle of baby oil and aloe Vera skin lotion along with some tissue paper. I wondered if Frank did a lot of jerking off.

I saw a video cam recorder on a table back behind the light and it was in "charge" mode. There was a TV just across from the side of the bed on a table. Next to the TV were a laptop computer and a photo printer. I decided to look around some more. I opened the drawers of his bureau slowly. I found more oils; some old 35mm film and some porno magazines, they were mostly oriental mags. I looked through the first one, none of the girls were particularly pretty, but most of the girls had nice bodies, nice tits and Asses. Towards the bottom of the pile, I found some bondage magazines; these too were mostly featuring Asian girls. Many of them were bound in rope and dressed in fetish leather, exposing their tits. Some of them were ball gagged, nipple clamped, etc. He was jerking off aright. I also got a little excited from the mags too. I guess Frank and I both had an Asian fetish.

I began to go through the middle drawer when I found them; two shoe boxes. They felt like they were full. I pulled out the first box and saw a huge pile of real pictures. They were of Jina! I pulled up the first pile and saw her nicely dressed outdoors in different outfits from the dates they had been on. She looked great like a fashion model. So photogenic! Some of the shorts and sundresses she wore were pretty risqué I didn't think she would pose like that.

I got to the second pile and saw photos of her inside the Franks apt this time. At the beginning, she was standing near some of his plants in nice poses. She also was holding a mixed drink in a couple of the shots. Nothing was out of the ordinary there. She also sat on the couch in one occasion with her drink as if in a "cheers" mode.

I pushed the box carefully back into place and pulled the other box open. I found Jina again in the first pile. She was wearing the red sweater dress from just a few nights ago. She did some posing outside against a large tree and then near a pond. She looked so sexy and seemed to know exactly how to pose. Frank had to be coaching her poses.

I looked towards the back of the box and found more pics of Jina, now in the apt and in the same dress. She did some poses in front of a large mirror and then moved to the couch. Now she had a decanter of something in front of her on the table and she was sipping from a large glass. As I went through the pictures, I saw her making several poses on the sofa. Using the pillows to make her back arc and snuggling up to them during some of the shots.

Then, I grabbed the last pile of pictures in the box. Jina was taking off her boots. Then she laid back on the sofa her fishnet stocking foot was pointed and slightly caressing the other leg as she peered into the lens. I could tell from her facial expressions she was getting drunk. Next to the whiskey decanter was a bottle of Jose Cuero Tequila along with a bowl of lemons. A shot glass and saltshaker were also present on the table.

As I continued looking at the pictures, my cock began to harden. Jina took more shots with her dress hiked up to the edge of he panty. She sat up for the next one with her legs slightly open as she toasted her drink with a smile. Frank then took shots of Jina laying back and sliding her hands down the length of her legs own legs. She posed with her legs in several sexy pose, sometimes exposing the tops of her thigh high hose and her black panties underneath. Then she had lost her belt and the dress was pulled all the way up over her panty, exposing her black mesh thong to Frank. He took shots of her like that with her turned to and from him. Her ass looked so hot!

My fingers shook with each turn of a photo now. My cock was raging hard in my pants. I rubbed my cock briefly through my pants. I was so horny! Next, Jina was shown standing and taking off the dress. She was sitting with her matching transparent mesh black panty and bra on the center of the couch and toasting drunkenly with the shot glasses once again. Her nipples were showing through the thin mesh black bra and a hint of her pussy was evident through the thong panty.

Frank then took several shots of Jina in the two-piece in several positions. She was beautiful with her long black hair draped over her shoulder. There were many with her hugging a pillow while she was lying on her stomach. Her ass was fully exposed because of the thong. She looked so sexy with her pretty feet in the air. That was the last of the pictures in the box. I began to look for more.

Down in the bottom drawer, I found lingerie. Inside, there were a couple of scanty bikinis, baby doll outfits and strappy stiletto shoes, all Jina's size. Many sets of panties in different colors and cut were there too. I picked up a black thong and sniffed it, it was Jina's all right, and I could smell her pussy perfume immediately.

I went to the nightstand again and found a single drawer. Inside there were loose photos. Jina was standing in the living room in her white top and black skirt. Apparently, she was stopping on the way home from work. The sun was bright in the nearly window. The next few pictures showed Jina opening her top and exposing her bra, then her beautiful tits as she tried to look away from the camera; her face again faced the camera in the next shot with her sitting on the double pane window ledge with her feet up. She was just wearing her red bikini panty. The last series of photos showed Jina standing in stiletto sandals in the hallway by the entrance door, this time wearing a transparent red baby doll top and matching thong panty. Her nipples were clearly visible through the transparent fabric. Jina was modeling the lingerie I had found earlier in the drawer. She smiled brightly for the camera. It was no longer a question of whether they were fucking but rather how much! I felt like I was going to cum without even touching myself!

I walked over to the printer; there were more pictures there along with a vhs-c cam tape. I loosened my pants and rubbed my cock again before going on. Kim was leaning against the back of the lounge chair now and nude. In the pic was Franks hand extending out the shot glass to Jina. She was trying to cover her tits and had her legs clamped together. Then there was another pic of Jina with her slamming the shot down. There was also a thick envelope sitting on the arm of the chair of which she was sitting. Jina was exposing her tits and looking at the envelope.