Kita's story
If you haven't read all the stories posted by Adam Shelley aka Hitchhiker on literotica.com over the last 22 years. You've now stumbled on a little literary erotica mine. Some of his earlier stories do have typos and errors, but get past the errors and enjoy the stories for what they are, hot!
Adam's imagination some would consider as filth, but he isn't like that as you will learn as you read the story from my point of view. "Anne and the Looking Glass" is IMHO his most erotic work; and we have role-played the story many times. wink wink!
Here's the link to the Hitchhiker profile.
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=63799&page=submissions
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Yes, I'm Kita, the young naive woman that came to stay with Adam and Mia as a lodger and ended up living with them, as number 2 wife or second wife as it would be referred to in oriental culture, that was now over 20 years ago. (Temus fugit!)
In this very short and fragile lifetime not very many people are even lucky enough to spend a long and productive time with one person they love.
So to be able to share my life with two people I love, is extra, extra special.
Recently Adam has been thinking about posting more stories on Literotica.com. The now 3 part story; 'The Enigma of Margaret Thomas', has received a few fans. But stories published today don't get anywhere near the hundreds of thousands of downloads they once did.
Adam told me his first story Magic Medicine, posted in November 2001, received 8918 downloads in the first 24 hours.
The story also gave him his first ever feedback and from that feedback the character of Anne was born.
There are a few other stories on his hard drive that have been there for over a decade or more. Domestic Harmony (WoW! That is one hell of a story if he ever gets it finished. It could become a classic in the Historic erotica section.
I am now helping and creating but we could use another couple of ladies,(I'll only ever want one man!!) that would like to work on the story themselves, writing from the point of view of their very own chosen character.
For dear readers, the story is getting complicated with many many interesting characters.
I know from some of the anon comments on Hitchhikers work, that there are ladies out there that would love to write but are too scared or nervous to have their own profile. Here's your chance to stay anon and yet play with people's minds.
That's why I will stay here and post under the hitchhiker profile. (Little message to those guys out there that bombard female profiles with photographs of dicks, DON'T its fucking rude!)
There is another story that will become a longer Series, that is, 'Lucy and the writer.' part 1, "Escape" already posted. Spoiler alert, the maid character was my idea.
But I digress, the Enigma stories are actually based on Adam's teenage years and his wonderful relationship with a woman 34 years older than him at the time!(yes!) As Adam says real life is stranger than fiction.
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Back to my story.
When I moved to Oxbridge to study for my degree and later Phd I was a very naive and fragile young woman of 23. My parents are from Japan and China. Both academics. They instilled in me a very stern work ethic, and I've always found it difficult fitting into normal society.
Hence I preferred to be alone, in my own company and concentrating on my studies. My study and research were my whole life.
The accommodation the estate agent had found me was horrendous, a dark and damp, basement flat. I'd been in the dingy flat for 5 months, through a very cold and grey, English winter. I'd had cold after cold. I also always felt cold living in such a dark damp environment. Black mould grew in the corners and I spent a lot of my limited money on cleaning the mould and heating.
To save on heating I'd spend hours in the library just to be warm, but at night I had to return to my dingy damp flat.
However, lady luck was going to smile on me when I saw the advertisement for Adam and Mia's room, so I jumped at the opportunity.
Accommodation near a university is always expensive and difficult to find, with too many students fighting over too few suitable places to live.
To get to their house required a 45 minute bus ride. I was nearly put off about taking one and half hours out of my day and I nearly cancelled the appointment, but I'm so glad in hindsight that I didn't cancel.
Mia had walked to the bus stop to meet me. I must admit from the first moment I saw her I fell in love with her, much as Adam must have done when he first saw her 34 years ago.
Mia is so different, full of life and very honest.
So you can imagine how nervous I felt when I first met her husband.
Adam is the most fascinating man I have ever met. Honest, enthusiastic about everything he's interested in. Many people would describe him as marmite (you either love him or hate him) He has a love for the earth that I've rarely seen in a person. Where trees are concerned he describes himself as a Dendromaniac.
They both welcomed me with such love and passion I felt as if I'd found another set of parents.
As we learnt to live together Mia and I became like sisters sharing our time and learning about each other.
Mia and I travelled to class everyday on the same bus, the buses had free Wifi so we could study whilst we travelled.
Mia was like a sister but there was also an attraction between us. We would touch each other quite intimately without noticing our closeness and we could talk about everything.
I was attracted to her and I thought she was attracted to me in the same way.
Adam adores Mia, he touches and kisses her at every opportunity and Mia enjoys all his affection. He would caress and fondle her quite openly even around me. But I felt he was being less tactile than if they were alone.
One day I walked into the kitchen, and Adam was standing behind Mia whilst she was at the kitchen sink washing-up.
He had his hands under her blouse fondling her breasts, whilst he kissed her head and shoulders. Mia was pushing her bottom backwards into his crutch and protesting that 'Kita' might come in! Her protests were weak, she was clearly trying to push back and feel if he had an erection.
I stood and watched and felt aroused by them making love in front of me. The sight of their intimate behaviour made me tingle. I walked up behind them and hugged them both tightly
It was so sexy.
That night I fantasised about actually being with them and making love.
I knew Adam was attracted to me and I wanted Mia.
My imagination ran wild.
I imagined I had walked into the kitchen, stopped and watched as he ground his hardness into Mia's bottom, gently protesting that I might walk in at any moment. I stood there behind them. My fingers found their own way to my tingling pussy. Then I'd quietly walked up behind them in the kitchen and instead of putting my arms around them I'd pushed my hand between them and squeezed Adam's hard cock through his trouser.
I'd then said to him 'You could have us both, my Gir-gir is already wet.' Just the memory of it makes me wet right now.
As time went by, I became more and more attracted to Mia.
I'd had sexual relations with girls at school so for me to want a woman wasn't unusual.
Men have always scared me and I find Asian men so dark and hairy and they are always aggressive in their approach or so timid that they are like little boys.
Adam is very fair skinned, blond, and I did and still do find him attractive. He is also very loving and romantic towards his Mia. He's the sort of man I wanted.
At the time Adam had a job working nights as a security guard he drove over 160 miles each night looking after the security of businesses in and around Oxbridge. He had even caught a burglar with the police on Christmas day.
With Adam away from home nearly every night, Mia and I could be very relaxed together. It was late June and very warm. I had just a silk kimono and knickers on and Mia was wearing a thin blouse and knickers. She complained that even wearing just the blouse she was still too warm. I'd said I wasn't bothered if she took off her blouse as I'd be more comfortable in my knickers. We smiled at each other and bared our breasts to each other. All very innocent but not!
I'd been living with them for just over 2 months and it was the week after we'd been viewed as a family on a day out to the seaside.
A stranger had remarked that Adam's and Mia's daughter (me) was very beautiful, we all love compliments. After that, I walked between them pretending I was really their own grown up daughter, their little girl.
Neither of them had denied that I wasn't their biological daughter at the time and this acceptance was extremely profound as we walked along the seafront after the remark had been made.
It seemed innocent but I think for all three of us it was the start to our relationship becoming more.
Adam made love (and still does) to Mia at least 4 times a week and even though they were quiet I could always hear them in their passion. Their normal time was early in the morning when Adam came in from work. He would come home and get into bed and make love to her.
I would play with myself and try to come when they reached climax, some mornings I would imagine that Adam came up stairs and into my room; and made love to me instead.
In my imagination he would come into my room pulling back the duvet. He'd look down at my bare pussy my nighty pulled up ready for him.
In the morning Mia literally glows after they've made love. Still 20 years later their habits of love making are the same. Well the frequency any way, wink,wink!
Adam can and still does look at me; he looks at both of us. He compliments us; he can stare right into my soul, making my insides melt with desire. He still caresses us both equally, teasing us in the most delightful ways.
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Adam had gone to work. He'd not been happy at the idea and on leaving I'd watched him kiss Mia, and he pushed his hand between her legs rubbing her quim through her knickers "Make sure she's ready for me in the morning." He said in a husky whisper. Mia replied equally aroused "We'll have to see. I've got to wash my hair. Now go!"
A little while later I heard Mia getting into the shower. I waited a minute or two feeling very nervous about going to join her in the shower, but wanted her so much. Finally I plucked up my courage and undressed. I went into their bedroom, just wrapped in a towel nervously fearing rejection. I asked Mia "Can I wash your hair?"
Without a moment's hesitation she turned around and slid the shower door open and invited me into the cubicle. I took off my towel and stepped in.
