I was already well into my 30s when I first met Bonnie. Being about 10 years older than her, you can imagine how often she teased me by calling me a dirty old man. At first I took it as nothing more than playfulness, but soon I really began to enjoy the thought. I don't exactly know what it is or how to explain it, but it stirred something wickedly perverse in me the more she teased about our age difference. It got to the point that at times I would be so consumed by the thought whenever she interacted with old men.
I mean, hell, even at the supermarket when my wife was just chatting with the grey haired elderly cashier at the checkout line, I couldn't help but fantasize her being bound naked and bent over the checkout counter. Then while she whimpered and cried with the moving conveyor belt rubbing against those red hard nipples, her juicy slut hole was being disciplined by his menacing cock. The mere thought of his scaly old skin rubbing against her milky soft flesh always leaves me staring blankly at her until those words snapped me out, "What? What are you looking at, honey?"
By the time we were married, I started fantasizing a lot about watching this cocktease wife of mine being forcefully gangfucked out of her mind. I mean, seriously who wouldn't? When your wife has a tight body like a model and a cute face of a movie star? Standing at only 5'4", she was deliciously petite with those slim silky legs, broad hips, thin waist, and firm young breasts. Though Asian, her long black hair was wavy and complimented those almond-shaped eyes. That woman was made for breeding and damn it drove my dick pulsing hard whenever I pictured the little cum slut being dominated by multiple hard cocks.
It would only be natural that soon the two fantasies would merge as I found myself constantly stroking to the thought of Bonnie submitting to a pack of dirty old men. The older, the better. Again, I don't have an explanation for you other than perhaps it is the shear perversity of watching a bunch of old geezers manhandling a woman young enough to be their granddaughter... or... maybe it is just the pride of knowing your wife has the sex appeal to harden even the oldest cocks. One thing I do know is, the more I tried to suppress it, the more it tried to crawl out from under my skin.
One time during the early part of our marriage before kids, we decided to take a trip to Japan. Now I don't know if you've ever been to Japan, but don't get caught up in the tourist traps. What you really want to experience is staying at one of these small traditional private inns called "ryokan." It's sort of like a Japanese bed and breakfast. And of course, the best place to get the full experience is up in the mountains where there are a lot of "onsen," or natural hot springs.
We chose one of such places in a small remote mountain village for this trip. Our ryokan looked like a traditional Japanese building lost in time. On the outside at the entrance was a bulletin sign listing the 10 rooms and their guests. The whole building was made of wood, so most of the public indoor areas were covered with smooth wooden floors. However, the inside of the guest rooms were traditional tatami. Ryokans typically have one dining common, also covered with tatami. It is customary that all the guests eat together during dinner at this long rectangular table. Since traditionally Japanese eat while kneeling, the table would not be any taller than a typical coffee table. Of course in modern times, most guests simply lounge around instead of kneeling.
During the first day of our arrival, Bonnie and I were anxious to dip into the outdoor onsen. Now another interesting thing about a ryokan is that they provide all the guests with traditional Japanese kimonos to wear while you are at the inn. These are typically long robes down to the ankle and you wear it over your underwear or light clothing. However, to use the public hot spring, we have to wear this bathrobe-like kimono over our naked body on the way from the guest rooms to the onsen washrooms. It was lighter and shorter with the bottom barely below the hips. When Bonnie strutted around in hers, those mouthwatering legs were completely exposed for the peeping pleasure of the male guests.
Typically men and women are split into separate washrooms before reaching the onsen. The ones at our ryokan had wooden walls and floors with an open window towards the outside. In these rooms we would sit naked on little stools next to a water basin. Each guest must scrub and wash every inch of their body clean before putting on a towel and heading out to the onsen courtyard.
An onsen is typically large, like a small natural pool. It's not too deep, with the deepest part probably up to the waist. However, what is surprising to most foreigners is that many of them are coed. Yes, men and women dip themselves in these hot springs completely naked in front of strangers. Japanese women tend to keep themselves fully covered in their towels until they dip into the water, covering their naked flesh with their hands. The men, however, were not as modest with most exposing their dicks quite publicly. Anyhow, it is usually uncomfortable at first, but you'll get used to it after a short while.
We arrived in the afternoon of a chilly autumn day, the hot water felt really good as we sat together leaning back against the large smooth rocks that surrounded these natural hot springs. With the sunlight glistering through the sakura leaves above, it was one of the most relaxing experiences of my life. Looking around, I saw that most people in the onsen were quietly chatting among themselves. However, a group of elderly men a few feet from us were clearly ogling my young hot wife. I don't blame them really, Bonnie was one succulent young piece of ass in her 20s. With her hair up, she was a natural cocktease just with her looks alone.
The more they leered at my sumptuous young slut, the more I began to lose myself to the sinful pleasures of my depraved fantasies. Bonnie was completely oblivious of course, leaning back against the rocks under my arm with her eyes closed. However, when my hand started involuntarily squeezing her shoulder, she came to and noticed my raging hard cock. Stroking the meat with her hand under the water, she then leaned into my ear and whispered, "What's the matter, old man? The warm water is making you horny?"
It was both torture and pleasure as I sat there in the water while my naïve young wife steadily pumped my cock and moaned softly into my ear. She had no idea she was stroking me to the sick thoughts in my mind of these old men holding her down while they took turns pleasuring their pulsing meats with her flesh as she struggled and cried. My mind was going completely hazy with her teasing that I'll be honest with you, it took all of me not to suddenly grab her and just shove her into those old men right there and then.
During the group dinner, I noticed the same elderly men were all sitting together again, this time in a larger group of about a dozen at their own short rectangular table. With the old men lusting over Bonnie again like a pack of sick jackals and the tease she gave me earlier in the onsen, my bulgingly hard cock was aching through the whole meal under my kimono. Fantasies continued running through my mind of these wrinkled old farts holding my struggling and crying young wife down as they forced her reluctant flesh into submission. So naturally after dinner, I eagerly took her back to our room and fucked the shit out of her. It was wild, I had to cover her mouth the whole time in order to restrain those orgasmic moans.
I don't remember what time I passed out, but the sun was barely up when I awoke and found myself alone on the tatami under the blanket. Thinking Bonnie was probably out for an early dip in the onsen with the whole ryokan still sound asleep, I quietly put on my own bathrobe and sandals to join her. As I was preparing to wash up in the washroom, I noticed men's voices coming from the outside through the open window.
Since it was early in the morning, I didn't think anyone else was up. Intrigued, I silently crept up to the window not really knowing what to expect. To my utter surprise, there she was, Bonnie, sitting completely naked with her hair up in the hot spring sandwiched between the wrinkled bodies of two elderly gentlemen. She was entirely submerged except for the neck and face. Through the warm water, I could see her hands desperately trying to cover up her young supple flesh.
