After I graduated college, got married, and moved out west there was one friend from school I kept in touch with. I'll call him Matt. Matt and I, like most guys, got up to trouble when we hung out, coming in late and loud, and generally annoying my wife. For this reason among others Chen hated Matt. She tended to give me unending grief about hanging out with my deadbeat friend (her words), which I in turn ignored. Chen was smoking hot and this as she knew cut her some slack. If she pushed her luck too far she knew she could always con me with an especially good blowjob, so I put up with her complaints in between Matt's visits.
Now Matt knew Chen despised him but he also loved checking out her slim waist, perky breasts and firm round ass. Chen of course noticed his occasional glance down her shirt and this didn't help matters any. Having been raised as a traditional Chinese girl Chen dressed modestly in public but sometimes at home wore some old gym shorts from college that revealed her legs all the way to the slight rounded bulge where her thigh joined her pelvis. Her breasts were small and firm enough for her to get away with skipping wearing a bra if she felt like it. I for one loved how her nipples tented her tee shirts when the air conditioner kicked on. Over the years glimpses of her untouchable (for him) body tormented Matt and made him ogle my young wife even more blatantly, thus provoking even more bitching from Chen.
It's true she wasn't big anywhere being barely 100 pounds and just over five feet, but she compensated for her diminutive stature with the fury of a rabid mongoose when she got pissed off, which in my opinion, was way too often. She'd toss her long thick braid back and glare at us, stamp her feet, and preach about our evil ways and we'd do whatever it was we felt like once she finished.
One afternoon we were hanging out and Matt was raving about Chen's pale white ass; he had arrived when she was in the shower and my wife had come out into the hall with the bath towel wrapped higher than she realized, because when she bent down to grab her slippers we both saw her round full butt checks and a tuff of fine crinkly black hair just above her small bare slit. Chen immediately realized her mistake and shot us a glare as she hurried to the bedroom. We decided not to stick around for the lecture and went off on a hike to a local beach.
"Man, that was amazing" Matt was repeating as we walked along the strand, "Do you think she could take a real cock?" Matt was very proud his cock was noticeably thicker and longer than mine. Or so he liked to claim; we'd been in enough locker rooms, saunas, and hot springs for me to concede he was better hung, but being straight I'd never seem him hard. And if it hadn't been for Chen being so bitchy right before her accidental mooning of us I probably never would have. Chen's recent string of complaints had pissed me off more than usual lately and an evil thought crossed my mind.
"Want to find out?" I dared Matt, "let's put your boasts to a test" and I told him my devious plan. Shortly before Chen came home from work Matt would tie me to a chair in the living room and wear newly purchased black clothes with a balaclava. He would lower his voice when he had to speak and I'd do most of the talking. Once Chen arrived we'd pretend Matt was a burglar and convince her to cooperate. Chen grew up in a poor neighborhood in the tropics where robbers often shot their victims so I knew she'd go along with the charade.
Well the next day was Monday and we prepared as planed. We both knew this was twisted and dangerous but my cock was rock hard the whole time. Matt gave me one last chance to back out.
"Are you certain about this? Because I'm going to fuck her as hard and nasty as I can." he told me as he tied me to the chair. "No offense but your wife needs to be put in her place and I'm not going to have any mercy on her. She needs to be ridden hard and put away wet."
I reassured Matt, telling him that if he came on strong Chen would revert back to her cultural conditioning and submit to whatever he ordered. It was a weird inversion of her bossy personality; convince her you were the dominant person in the room and she'd cower and obey.
Soon enough the door opened and Chen strode in wearing a conservative navy business suit. As soon as she got to the living room and could see me tied up Matt slipped up behind her and grabbed the back of her neck with one hand and her long black braid with his other.
"Not a fucking word" he growled in her ear, sliding his hand on her neck around to the front of her throat and squeezing. Chen's eyes teared up in terror and she nodded her head vigorously.
