This story I am about to tell you happened in the Philippines when my wife, Kim and I were stationed there with the military. Itâs been over ten years now and Iâd like to tell what happened that awoke our marriage and still causes me great excitement to remember till this day.
Kim and I had met five years prior to our assignment to the Philippines when I was stationed in South Korea. We had been to the states together and back to Korea but she wasnât ready to return after our next Korean assignment in 1983. Kim asked if we could stay overseas and get a long assignment somewhere in Asia. This would allow her to visit home occasionally. I volunteered and somehow, we ended up in the Philippines for a three-year tour.
During the first six months of out tour, Kim seemed to hate the assignment; she didnât care for the heat and humidity and was conservative to the atmosphere of the PI. After Kim met some other Korean women and Filipino friends, she began to take on a new look and feel about the place. Kim was and is still an attractive woman, she is 5â0 petite with nice features, her breasts are well rounded, her legs are perfectly straight and her butt makes menâs mouth water. I noticed after about a year she was adapting to the basic Filipino house attire of shorts, and halter-top throughout the neighborhood, she was getting attention by locals and even other GIs and enjoying it.
At the same time, it seemed we were growing apart. Kim and I began going to the bars with our respective friends every Friday or Saturday night. I went to drink with friends from work but also occupied my time flirting with the local bar girls and there were a lot of bars to visit each weekend.
On one occasion, I noticed Kim and two of her girlfriends coming out of a disco while some GIs followed. Kim and her friends hardly stood out as Koreans, they were all sexily dressed in short shorts or mini skirts just like the working bargirls. I stood out of sight listening to their conversation; it seemed the GIs wanted them to run the bars with them some more. Two of the men were really trying to coax them on. They asked for a hug before they left. I watched as a tall drunken GI held my wife while slipping his hands down and squeezing her ass cheeks before she pushed him away playfully. One of Kimâs friends took part of another guys tongue in her mouth as he pushed his cock into her crotch. The girls walked away from them laughing and went on to another bar. I stopped drinking and went home; somehow all this excited me.
Kim was slightly drunk when she arrived home an hour later. I waited for her in bed; she asked why I wasnât asleep since it was 1:30 a.m. I told her what had happened and that I was excited by what I saw. She explained to me nothing had happened with the men, it was a âteaseâ she and her friends went out occasionally to get free drinks and attention at the clubs. I told her I thought she looked like a hooker and that had gotten me so excited. Kim laughed and immediately ran her hand over the length of my cock, feeling itâs hardness in her hand, Kim was shocked by my excitement since we had not had sex lately nor wanted to. Kim talked to me as she continued to run her hand up and down my cock. âWhat makes you so excited, tell meâ, I told her how I had fantasized her having sex with the men. Now her hand was inside my jockeys grasping my balls and pulling at my cock, lengthening it. I was so excited, I flipped Kim over and ripped her button sleep shirt open exposing her 34c tits, and I could feel her excitement as I took her nipples one at a time hungrily into my mouth.
Next, her black bikini panties were off and I was licking down toward her wet pussy, I began eating her pussy as her breath shortened with each lick.
âDo you really like to see me like that, at the bar?â Kim asked.
I told her âdefinitely yesâ.
She told me she liked it too. It wasnât long till she told me to fuck her and we fucked till her pussy was almost raw, I came twice without stopping and Kimâs orgasms were stronger each time, I know she came three times. We collapsed in each otherâs arms, sweating and breathing as if we had just ran a marathon.
The next morning I awoke to the smell of coffee. I found it on the coffee table in the living room. Kim was busy looking through Frederickâs of Hollywood magazines. She hadnât bought lingerie in the past year, so I didnât know what her interest was. As she sifted through the pages, she asked me what would look good on her, she was pointing to outer garments this time, and some of them were outlandish. I felt my excitement growing again as I browsed the magazine; I knew what she was getting at. Kim asked what clothing that I would pick out for her to wear to a nightclub; my fantasy was quickly becoming a reality. I had to be certain Kim wasnât just joking, she said she wasnât. We decided to pick out an ensemble each.
I chose a red spandex mini dress that haltered around the neck, it was backless and wouldnât allow the wearing of a bra. Kim picked out some other items of her own, not letting me see the pages, she said she would get the dress I wanted in addition. I had to go to work an hour later with thoughts of what Kim had ordered burning in my mind. Twice I had grown hard and had to duck out of sight at work till the hard-on was suppressed by thoughts of other things.
What made things more exciting was that Kim wouldnât mention the clothing order again till it arrived two and a half weeks later. She even kept it boxed till the following Friday night. She announced when I got home from work she wanted to go out with me and she had some new clothes she wanted me to see. She asked me to unwrap each box for her starting with the smaller ones. The first package was more of an envelope, it contained a set of 3 thongs, and each one was sheer, see through and very soft. There was a black one, red, and white. Kim asked me to pick one, so I picked black. The next envelope contained high top fishnet stockings. Kim took off one shoe and slipped one on, it was making me hot. Next came the shoes, they were platform sandals, just a single strap around the heel and to the front showing the maximum of her tiny size five feet. I thought there would be a bra in the next box, but there wasnât it was the dress I had ordered her. Kim modeled it for me and I asked her to wear it, but she decided to wait till we were ready to go out later.
It took more than two hours for Kim to get ready that night. She made sure everything was perfect, her hair, nails, make up. When she finally came out of the bedroom, she looked like a high priced call girl. Her make up was a little heavy and her perfume drove me wild. It was already 10:15 when I looked over her outfit and wanted to fuck her right there, her nipples stood out against the fabric of her spandex top, as she sat down to slip on her new heels, I could seethe top of her sexy fishnet hose and a wisp of her hot black panties. The skirt was molded to her ass and her mound seemed to protrude sexily outward. To tease me further, she opened her legs quickly giving me a full shot of her transparent panties clinging to her sweet bush.
We were both experiencing a kind of sexual nervousness that night. Iâd never seen Kim this erotically dressed before. I poured us both a glass of wine to quiet our nerves before we hit the streets. I walked behind Kim and held her, sliding my hands up to her breasts, kissing her neck. She let out a sigh and moaned as I fingered her nipples through the top of her halter, she gasped and pushed against my cock saying she was excited and ready to go.
I was so nervous about Kim being seen that I didnât turn on the porch light before going out to the carport. We drove out of the way to a parking lot near the bar district. We wanted to stay inconspicuous so, we parked the car and caught a Tricycle (Filipino sidecar motorcycle taxi). The driver gave a Kim a long look before we got in, I was hoping that no one that we might know would see us, Kim wanted to go to a bar district that we never frequented, one that was known for topless dancers, erotic sex shows, and even opened sampled sex.