Takingasip encounters #2: Expat Wifey
About 10 or 11 years ago, I was messing around on adultfriendfinder (basically just jerking off on cam and talking to some girls) when I met an Indian man who was living in Taiwan, fairly close to where I lived. He had his cam on too, and his younger, fit wife was on the bed behind him as we talked. The cam quality wasn't great, granted, but I managed to confirm they were real and we got along pretty well. We talked over a few days. I commented fairly often how hot his wife was, although I couldn't see that much of her and she was always covered in blankets. One day he suggested I come over. I'm skipping a couple of steps here, but by and large that's what happened.
I'm not bisexual - at least, I don't think so - but he wasn't either. So I didn't know what the deal was, but I was willing to go along with it. Their apartment was literally walking distance from my place, so I got them to buzz me up the elevator and his wife greeted me at the door. My jaw probably hit the floor because she opened the door (WIDE) wearing a tiny pair of white panties, and some sort of white mesh that was hanging down her body and supposedly covering her breasts and lower area but left zero to the imagination. Her skin was very tanned, much more than I'd originally thought, but that made her emerald eyes POP. She was a knock out.
Her husband's name was Patel (apparently his surname but what he told people to call him). He stood behind her with a huge grin on his face and greeted me. She stepped out slightly, standing closed to my body. I didn't quite know how to greet her but she made it easy, holding her near-naked body against mine and kissing me on the cheek. Considering how intimate it already was, I reached around her slightly in a half hug. I gave her bare ass a little squeeze.
She took me by the hand and led me into the house. Patel and I sat on the sofa while she busied herself around the house, still wearing barely anything. She got me a beer and some chips, Patel and I sat and chat for a while. He was an engineer, which I had all but guessed already anyway, and his wife was 15 years younger than him and his second marriage. I can't remember many details of what else we talked about but we did go on for a while.
I haven't mentioned her name yet because, well, I don't remember it. At all. I think Patel told me but I just don't remember.
It quickly became apparent that Patel was running the show. He told his wife to give me a blow job and she got down in front of me, unzipped my fly, took my cock out and started sucking. She had some mad skills. Really knew how to suck a cock, and with those gorgeous eyes looking up at me... just amazing!
We chatted, she sucked... it went on a while. At some point she wrestled my pants off and got down lower to work my balls. She basically sat them in her mouth, massaging them gently with her tongue while she worked the shaft. It was great. All the while, her husband watched and talked to me as if his wife wasn't blowing me. Except every now and then he would comment how much she must like my huge shaft.
He got up from his seat every now and then and would walk up and finger her from the back. She'd moan appreciatively (usually moaning straight into my balls). At some point, he must have figured she was ready because he told her to get up and sit on my dick, which she did gladly. She popped a condom on me, then got onboard. I sat on the sofa and she leaned forward and rode up and down my shaft. She was soaking wet so I slid in pretty easily and she did all the work. At some point, I can't remember why, but I pushed her forward so she was on her hands and knees on the ground and stood above her just pounding her from behind. It was a good work out, for sure.
Patel gave us a few instructions, like telling me to grab her around the throat while I banged her which seemed to set her off. She just went crazy from it. I got her on the sofa, legs wide up in the air and buried my face in her pussy, sucking her clit pretty intensely, licking and flicking it around before climbing on top and nailing her.... DEEP. Like really deep. Her legs were up in the air and I could feel myself getting way too far up inside her but she seemed to enjoy it... I could feel her pussy contract around me, like every muscle in her pussy was massaging me, edging me to orgasm... while I did, of course. I checked with Patel if I could cum on his wife but he was against it. So I shot my load into the condom (the paranoid part of me took it home with me).
I get it; his game and his rules, but she would have looked amazing with a face painted white with one of my huge loads.
I didn't spend much time hanging around after that. I didn't even watch Patel have his turn, which I think they were getting ready for when I bailed.
I'm not bisexual - at least, I don't think so - but he wasn't either. So I didn't know what the deal was, but I was willing to go along with it. Their apartment was literally walking distance from my place, so I got them to buzz me up the elevator and his wife greeted me at the door. My jaw probably hit the floor because she opened the door (WIDE) wearing a tiny pair of white panties, and some sort of white mesh that was hanging down her body and supposedly covering her breasts and lower area but left zero to the imagination. Her skin was very tanned, much more than I'd originally thought, but that made her emerald eyes POP. She was a knock out.
Her husband's name was Patel (apparently his surname but what he told people to call him). He stood behind her with a huge grin on his face and greeted me. She stepped out slightly, standing closed to my body. I didn't quite know how to greet her but she made it easy, holding her near-naked body against mine and kissing me on the cheek. Considering how intimate it already was, I reached around her slightly in a half hug. I gave her bare ass a little squeeze.
She took me by the hand and led me into the house. Patel and I sat on the sofa while she busied herself around the house, still wearing barely anything. She got me a beer and some chips, Patel and I sat and chat for a while. He was an engineer, which I had all but guessed already anyway, and his wife was 15 years younger than him and his second marriage. I can't remember many details of what else we talked about but we did go on for a while.
I haven't mentioned her name yet because, well, I don't remember it. At all. I think Patel told me but I just don't remember.
It quickly became apparent that Patel was running the show. He told his wife to give me a blow job and she got down in front of me, unzipped my fly, took my cock out and started sucking. She had some mad skills. Really knew how to suck a cock, and with those gorgeous eyes looking up at me... just amazing!
We chatted, she sucked... it went on a while. At some point she wrestled my pants off and got down lower to work my balls. She basically sat them in her mouth, massaging them gently with her tongue while she worked the shaft. It was great. All the while, her husband watched and talked to me as if his wife wasn't blowing me. Except every now and then he would comment how much she must like my huge shaft.
He got up from his seat every now and then and would walk up and finger her from the back. She'd moan appreciatively (usually moaning straight into my balls). At some point, he must have figured she was ready because he told her to get up and sit on my dick, which she did gladly. She popped a condom on me, then got onboard. I sat on the sofa and she leaned forward and rode up and down my shaft. She was soaking wet so I slid in pretty easily and she did all the work. At some point, I can't remember why, but I pushed her forward so she was on her hands and knees on the ground and stood above her just pounding her from behind. It was a good work out, for sure.
Patel gave us a few instructions, like telling me to grab her around the throat while I banged her which seemed to set her off. She just went crazy from it. I got her on the sofa, legs wide up in the air and buried my face in her pussy, sucking her clit pretty intensely, licking and flicking it around before climbing on top and nailing her.... DEEP. Like really deep. Her legs were up in the air and I could feel myself getting way too far up inside her but she seemed to enjoy it... I could feel her pussy contract around me, like every muscle in her pussy was massaging me, edging me to orgasm... while I did, of course. I checked with Patel if I could cum on his wife but he was against it. So I shot my load into the condom (the paranoid part of me took it home with me).
I get it; his game and his rules, but she would have looked amazing with a face painted white with one of my huge loads.
I didn't spend much time hanging around after that. I didn't even watch Patel have his turn, which I think they were getting ready for when I bailed.
4 years ago