I was in Japan a few years ago in the military. While I was there, I picked up a great souvenir -- a walking, talking souvenir, my wife Yuko. When I heard I was getting orders to that part of the world, I was not looking forward to living around that many small-breasted Asian women. I'm a big tit fan. However, I found that there are some pretty well built ladies over there.
When I saw Yuko, it was love at first sight. She's a gorgeous 5 foot, 7 inches doll weighing in at about 120 pounds. Her bras say she has a 94 cm bust, and I think that converts at about 37 inches. She has the fit, toned body of a dancer - more than any man could ask for.
It took a little convincing to get her parents to agree to the marriage, but about a year and a half into my tour we tied the knot. Things were great when we got married, especially the sex. We are both in our early 20s and in love. We made love every chance we got, and I was in heaven. I know I'm not overly large in the penis department, but she said I was bigger than any of her Japanese boyfriends.
In less than a year after we were married, we were in the states. We were assigned to a base in Florida, which has a decidedly different culture than Japan. I enjoyed taking her to the beach. It was something to see other men stop and stare at the voluptuous Asian in her bikini. I would often find a reason to leave her alone, just to see if men would approach, and they did. In Japan, men are not anywhere near as forward as they are here. Poor Yuko didn't know how to react at first as Asian women are taught to respect men and not dispatch them as quickly as American women do. I would always come in at the last minute to save her.
My gunnery sergeant held a big party at his condo by the beach to welcome me and some other new troops to the unit. Yuko wore a little sun dress that showed off her best assets. The guys from the helicopter maintenance shop I worked in joked with me about how great the sex must be with a woman who caters to your needs. I probably should have kept my mouth shut, but I did brag just a little bit. I spent some time playing pool and talking with the other guys and lost track of Yuko. After a while I went looking to see if she was with the other wives, but they hadn't seen her for a while. After a thorough search, I determined she wasn't in the house.
I walked down to the beach to see if she had gone for a walk in the moonlight. I started following a pair of footprints until I came to a sea wall. Sure enough, there was Yuko pushed up against the wall ... by Gunny. The old bastard was putting the moves on my wife. I snuck up behind some rocks as close as I could to see what was happening.
He was rubbing her upper arm and telling her she could come down to the beach at his place anytime she wanted. He hinted that he could really help my career and that she should be nice to him. An American woman might have laughed in his face or slapped it, but Yuko clearly didn't know how to react. I could see he was really making her nervous. He tried to kiss her, but she moved her face away.
"Come on baby," he said. "Don't you want to help your husband out?"
"What can I do?" she asked.
"You're a smart girl. Let me kiss you a little." He moved in again and this time she kissed him with a quick closed mouth smack.
"Come on baby. Open up and give me a real kiss." She looked really flustered, but let him get his tongue in her mouth. He took advantage of this pushing his body up against her and palming one of her breasts.
That was enough for me, I left my hiding place and called out Yuko's name. As I approached Gunny moved away and acted like nothing had happened. I told him I thought his wife was looking for him. After he left, I expected Yuko to tell me about the pass he made, but I guess she was too embarrassed.
The next week my corporal pulled me aside and told me I better watch my wife because "some people" were looking to make a move on her. He said I was a good guy, and he didn't want to see me get hurt. I tried to press him, but he wouldn't say who it was. It must be the Gunny, I thought. I told him not to worry about it. About a week later I got orders for a temporary duty assignment for training in North Carolina. I would be gone two weeks. I thought the orders were a bit coincidental, as there were other guys in the unit that had been there a lot longer than I had.
The day I was supposed to leave for the training, Yuko accompanied me to the airport with plans to take a taxi home. Guess who also showed up to see me off. Yep, it was the Gunny. As I was entering the security area, he assured me he would take Yuko home and see to her while I was gone.
I guess I should have been worried, but the guy was 25 years older than my wife, not very attractive, and married. What could he possibly offer her that I wasn't already giving her. He might try to get her in the sack, but she would let him know when to stop.
I called her that night when I arrived at my hotel, but there was no answer. I was a little surprised, but she called me the next day to tell me she went to bed early and didn't hear the phone ring.
About a week into my training I got a DVD in the mail. It was from the corporal. The note read, "I tried to warn you." The disk had her name on it with the date of the day I left.
This was bullshit. I had to see what was on the disk, but I didn't have a player. One of the other trainees let me borrow his laptop and I took it off to my room. I popped the disk in and sat back on my bunk.
The screen faded in with a scene of Gunny sitting on the sofa in his living room with a big-ass grin on his face. He had on a pair of running shorts and a U.S. Army t-shirt. The camera panned away to the entrance from the bedroom. Who should walk in the room, but Yuko in a little yellow bikini. Two question came to mind immediately. What the fuck was Yuko doing at Gunny's house, and who the fuck was running the camera?
"I don't usually wear this kind," she said, referring to the thong bikini bottom. "And the top is too small." No shit; she was spilling out over the sides of the thing.
"It look's OK to me. You look great," Gunny said. "I'm glad we had one your size."
"Is your wife here?"
"No she's out of town this weekend."
"Let's go outside," said a voice behind the camera.
The next five minutes or so, were scenes of them playing in the surf - running and chasing each other. I was surprised by the contrast of her young tanned body and his old white carcass. Yuko laid down to get a tan, and Gunny came over to the camera.
"I'm going to fuck that bitch today if it's the last thing I do."
"Do you think she'll go for it? She's pretty innocent," the cameraman said.
"Sure, the more innocent the better. Someone has to teach em." They both laughed.
The scene changed again to Gunny and Yuko laughing on the couch. There was a bottle of tequila on the coffee table and three shot glasses. They were playing poker. The loser had to take a shot of tequila. Yuko kept loosing, and after a while, said she was getting too drunk. Quick-thinking Gunny suggested they change to a strip poker game, and for some reason, she agreed. She lost the first hand and Gunny said she had to remove something.
"Let me have the honor," he said. He reached forward and undid the knot between her tits. The top fell open to expose those perfect firm boobs.
"Shit, those are great," the cameraman said.
"Thank you," Yuko blushed.
