We met on a web site. I am a 50 year old married man and my wife and I have a great relationship but there isn't much action in the bedroom anymore. I thought about it a lot and decided that there was no need to change everything and wreck everyone's lives. The best thing to do was to find a discrete girlfriend in the same situation so that we could have fun and relieve the tension together. I was looking for someone warm and friendly, open and honest, with some depth of character - a secret friend. When I thought about it I decided I also wanted someone quite a bit younger than me because I found that a huge turn-on. I have always found petite oriental women very attractive. I live in London and often see women I am attracted to of all races but out of all the women I dated before I was married I never found a pretty petite oriental and I felt this was a gap in my experience that I needed to make up for.
So I put myself on one of those web sites. Of course, men don't see much action if we just sit and wait so I sent out emails to other members to see if there were any takers. Eventually one of the replies caught my eye. "I liked your message. You sound like a real gentleman. I am a 34 year old married woman living in north London with my husband who is in banking. We are Chinese. My husband works all the time and doesn't satisfy my passions. I want a boyfriend who can understand a woman's needs. Huei."
Huei and I exchanged a few emails and she sounded like just the kind of woman I was looking for: open, honest and fun. As we communicated she told me a few more things about herself. "I like a man who can take charge and tell me what to do. I feel safe and sexy with a man who knows his own mind. That is why I want someone older. My husband is too much of a wimp and I find I tell him what to do. He has agreed that I can have a lover if I want. He has no problems with this because he has other priorities though I think he secretly likes the idea of me with another man". This was intriguing.
Huei sent me a photo. She was pretty with long jet black hair, green eyes and a sweet smile. I wanted to meet her but wanted to build things up in just the right way. She said in one email, "My name is Huei Chang. You must call me Huei. I would like to call you Mr Rickman if that is all right".
Eventually we met among the crowds at Kings Cross station mid-morning and went to Starbucks for a coffee. In person she was pretty and demure. At 5 feet nothing she was petite and she was shapely with a small bottom and small breasts and a narrow waist in between. Her beautiful black hair was straight and touched her waist. She was demure and self-confident at the same time with a playful twinkle in her eye. Her clothes were expensive and stylish yet their understated lines emphasised the perfection of her figure. She was warm and flirtatious and we got along even better than I had expected. Leaning towards each other over the table we stared into each other's eyes as we joked and flirted.
"Let's meet again soon," she said as we parted.
"My wife is away visiting relatives next week so I shall be available," I said.
"Great", she said, "let's make it Wednesday evening. Come to my house at 8:30. I'll email the directions." She stood on her toes and pecked me on the cheek then disappeared into the crowd.
The next Wednesday I drove to the address in north London that she had given me. I parked at the kerb, walked to the door and rang the bell. Huei looked gorgeous. She was wearing a tight fitting white short sleeved thin cotton shirt, a black skirt down to the knees, dark tights and black high heeled shoes. She smiled. "Wait a moment she said and came back wearing a black jacket to match the black skirt. We went to a quiet little restaurant in an out of the way corner of London that I know, small and intimate. We laughed and flirted over the meal. After the dessert I leaned across the table and took her hands in mine and gently stroked the tips of her fingers with the tips of my fingers as we stared deep into each other's eyes. "It is very good to be here with you, Mr Rickman," she said. "You make me feel like a woman. Will you stay the night with me?"
"Yes," said.
We drove back to her house in silence and she indicated that I should park in the driveway. She led me in through the front door and into a large living room. At one end of the room was a TV and a sofa against the wall. A tall oriental man in his mid-thirties was sitting on the sofa. He looked up at us as we entered the room.
"This is my husband," Huei said to me.
"Hello," I said.
"This is my new lover, Mr Rickman", she said to him.
"Hello," he said without changing his expression. Then he looked back to the TV screen.
She led me to another sofa further back in the room that faced the TV. She led me to it and indicated that I should sit down. "Would you like some whisky, Mr Rickman?" she asked. I replied in the affirmative and she disappeared from the room to return with one tumbler of whisky in her hand, without her jacket and bare footed. She sat down next to me and took a sip from the tumbler then gave it to me. The husband continued to watch the screen with no apparent interest in us. He would only be able to see us if he turned round.
Huei smiled at me and snuggled up next to me touching me and rubbing her leg against mine. I took her hand in mine and gently stoked her palm with my other hand. Her fingers curled and her breathing grew deeper. She looked up at me expectantly and I kissed her on the lips. Her mouth did not open immediately but then her lips parted and the very tip of her tongue found the very tip of my tongue and lingered. She drew away and took another sip of the whisky before offering it to me. Again we kissed this time our tongues exploring each other at length, sensuously and without urgency. We broke off to sip and whisky and lost ourselves in long kisses several times. As we kissed I stroked her soft arms, her wrists. I stoked from the outside of her left thigh up to her buttock. And, I stroked from the belt of her skirt up to her left nipple which I felt going hard under her shirt. We must have spent about an hour like this.
She drew away from me and looked at my crotch and smiled. She reached out and felt the harness of my cock in my trousers. She smiled to herself and drew away from me and forwards to edge of the seat so that she had her back to me. We watched the film on the TV like this for ten minutes or so while I willed my erection to subside. When my cock had gone soft again, I reached out her hand. She took it and stood up leading me across the room to the door.
