Justin's Visit
About a year after we moved to Taiwan, Laurie started working in a private kindergarten in the "western" part of the city. The students were the children of American and European ex-pats and children of wealthy Chinese who wanted an English education. One of her colleagues (and good friend) was an English woman named Katherine. They became quite close – but I did not get a chance to meet her and her husband, Justin, until a Christmas party at a mutual friend's home that year. By that time, Laurie was pregnant with our daughter and just starting to tell her friends about it.
I was at the party, mingling a bit, when a tall, thin fellow came up to me. "So, I hear the wife's in ‘the family way'…" He grinned down at me and stuck out his hand. "I'm Justin Harding…Katie's husband…" I guess I looked puzzled. "You know, your wife works with her…Katherine?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry, never heard Laurie call her Katie. Nice to meet you. I'm Steve. Yeah, she is pregnant, alright."
"So," he gives me a crooked smile, "have you started apologizing yet?"
"No, don't think so…not sure what you mean. Why should I be apologizing?"
He throws his arm around my shoulder…"My God," he mumbles, "another clueless American. Come with me and I'll explain." He leads me out to the patio (it was Christmas time, but the weather there was about 80 degrees), opens a cigarette case and offers it to me…there are regular and hand-rolled…I take the hand-rolled and he laughs.
"I assume," he says, "you know why she's pregnant, uhm?" I nod. He says, "Well then, it's quite evident…it's all your fault. From now on, everything is and will be your fault. Let me guide you, young man. Every day, every single day, upon arising, it will behoove you to substitute ‘I'm sorry' for good morning."
I started laughing and we became very close friends thereafter.
Justin and Katherine moved to Malaysia shortly before Laurie and I moved to Singapore. We had stayed in touch, and shortly after we moved, we went to visit them. Justin had asked that I bring him some material for the hand-rolled – he could not risk trying to find any in Malaysia. I had been traveling regularly to Bangkok and always had some. The trick was getting over the border. It was only a forty minute drive over the causeway that separates Singapore and the mainland, but the Malay border guards were quite tough. One thing, though, about Muslims in uniform – they are so predictable.
I enlisted Laurie's help. She dressed for the ‘mission' – and she grew more and more excited during the drive. I could hear her breathing get shallower and faster as we approached the border. I looked across to see her dark pink nipples growing through the loose weave of her top. When we pulled up into the well-lit Customs check-point, only one of the four guards paid even a little attention to me and the car. The others were all trying to figure out the best angle to see if my wife's little knit sweater was really as see-through as it appeared. Were they really seeing flesh or was it an illusion? Laurie finally arched her back so that just the dark, puffy flesh of her erect nipples poked thru the loose knit. The guards were satisfied and we were on our way. All in all a brilliant plan. Of course, it did mean that Justin and Katherine were going to have the same view all night long…
We were all very close in the years we lived in Asia. Nothing really happened – a little fun flirting when the four of us went to clubs, Justin would dance with Laurie and I danced with Katherine. Both of the girls delighted in wearing sexy outfits, but outside of a kiss here and a touch there, nothing really ever happened.
One time, though, Katherine was staying with us in Bangkok while waiting for Justin to return from a trip to Europe. He arrived one day in the middle of the afternoon. Laurie and I took our kids into the garden to give Justin and Kath a little while alone. Unknowingly, our maid walked in on them while Justin had Kath bent over the living room sofa. Later, she told Laurie why Katherine always seemed to have a smile – he was HUGE!
We stayed friends even though we moved back to the States and they eventually moved back to Britain. We had just moved into my parents' home in Boca Raton, waiting for our new place to be finished, when the phone rang one day. It was Justin. He had been in Asia, and was working his way east. When he said he had a couple days to spend in the States, we immediately invited him to come visit us. (My folks had left on an extended vacation the week before.) Happily, he said yes and I picked him up at the airport the following day.
It was summer in Florida; I was still looking for a new job and Laurie was just hanging out with the kids (now age 5 and 3) at the pool in the back yard. And she was there when we got back from the airport. I led Justin out to the patio. Laurie stood up slowly, letting us see all of her in her tanning bikini (a barely-there little thing) and Justin let out a yelp. "God, it's good to see you again, Beautiful!"
He moved to her and grabbed her into his arms – they kissed like they never had before. This little bikini really hid nothing and did nothing to stop his hands moving all about her as they continued to kiss. The longer they kissed, the closer Laurie molded her body into Justin's long, tall form. When Justin's hands found the firm globes of her ass, he started to knead them slowly and sensuously with his long fingers. That seemed to snap Laurie back into the present.
They finally broke apart. Flushed and clearly excited (her nipples stood out like bullets through the thin bikini top), we watched my wife turn towards the pool. Looking over her shoulder, she grinned at us as she ‘adjusted' her bikini bottom. Somehow, she managed to move it around just enough to expose her beautiful bottom before she let it snap back in place. We heard her giggle as she turned and dove into the pool.
Justin and I went in to change into our swimming suits and we all spent a nice, relaxing afternoon sitting at the pool. Laurie and Justin drank chilled wine coolers and I had a supply of joints rolled. Occasionally, Justin and Laurie would be in the pool together and he kept trying to get closer; but he was extremely considerate of the kids and nothing heavy happened at all.
Later, we got some dinner and rented a video. After Laurie put the kids to bed, we all got comfortable and started to watch the movie. After a little while, Justin said he was very tired from the flight and the time change. He was going to take a shower and go to bed. Thanking us both for dinner and "all this wonderful hospitality" he leaned across Laurie and patted me on the shoulder. Then, moving slowly enough to leave my wife with a ‘graceful out' if she wanted, he leaned into Laurie and kissed her passionately, squarely on the lips as she sat next to me.
When she let out a soft moan, I saw Justin moving her mouth open to accept his tongue. And as she did, putting her arms around his neck, our friend slid his right hand over her t-shirt and on to her left breast. My heart was pounding as I watched him roll her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Then, making both Laurie and I gasp at the same time, he pinched the extended tip as he kissed her even harder and deeper than before. He withdrew with a strange half-grin, said goodnight and turned to go shower.
"Baby, that was sooo hot!" Laurie hissed into my ear as she moved into my arms. She lifted her t-shirt, exposing her dark and swollen nipple. "Did you like that, baby? Did you like seeing that?"
She licked my ear; my shivers increased as she stroked my stiff cock through my shorts. She knew the answer to her question. I asked Laurie if she wanted to help Justin relax from his long trip. She smiled and said she would love to see if the maid's report had been accurate. She got up and took my hand. "Come on," she said, "let's pick out something for me to wear."
We went into our room and I thought my heart would pound itself out of my chest, thinking about what would soon be happening, as Laurie stripped off her shorts and t-shirt. I opened her dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of string bikini panties – plain white cotton but with a very small front panel – and a loose, sleeveless t-shirt with big cut-outs for the arm holes, the kind they call ‘wife-beaters' now.
While she slipped them on, I walked across the hall (Justin was staying in my parents' room – master bath access from that room) to see what he was up to; he was still in the shower. I adjusted one of the mirrors that was facing the bed, angling it so I could see the whole bed from our room if the door was open a crack.
When I was finished, Laurie came out of our bathroom. She had just brushed her teeth and redid her makeup, looking quite hot. I told her Justin was still in the shower. I suggested that she should probably go see if he needed any towels or anything. Laurie grabbed my arm and turned me back towards her. She kissed me hard, her hand finding my hard cock again. She hissed again into my ear, this time to say she loved me. I went back into our room to get comfortable, lit a skinny and settled back to watch the action in the mirror.
I heard Laurie ask Justin if he needed any towels or anything else. I didn't hear his reply, but I did see Laurie sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him. A minute later, I saw Justin come into the room, one towel around his waist and another around his shoulders. He was smiling as he walked to the bed. I could see my wife's breast from where I was. I started leaking pre-cum as I thought about his close-up view. He sat down, still in his towel, and fell back with his head on the pillow. "God, I'm beat. I could really use a good night's sleep."
Laurie, sitting next to him (by his waist), said, "You know, when Steve travels, he likes me to help him relax when he returns. Do you think you might like that, Justin?"
"Uhm, err…relax?" He looked a little puzzled, but not uninterested…
