Message-ID: <43095asstr$1056625802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030626071507.54412.qmail@web41205.mail.yahoo.com> From: nuj baf MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2003 00:15:07 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} New Story - The Best Sex You Ever Had (m/f, wife) Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2003 07:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your georgraphical location, DO NOT read it. The Best Sex You Ever Had (m/f, wife) I couldn't believe that I have nearly eaten every entrée in this coffee shop/bar/restaurant adjacent to the lobby of the Holiday Inn a few miles from Cincinnati Airport. It was probably my twentieth visit to his hotel. I tossed the menu back onto the table and noticed the restaurant was filling up fast. It seemed some convention was passing through. The decibel level certainly shot up. The waiters were not expecting this sudden increase in clientele and things were getting out of hand. The line waiting for a table went all the way out to the end of the lobby. I had nothing to do the rest of the evening so I didn't care if the service slowed down. I took a sip of my water and calmly waited for a waiter to notice me. I saw a nicely dressed man calmly walking to my direction. He approached my table and said, "Would you mind if I joined you. I'm in no mood to wait an hour for a table." What the heck, I thought to my self. "Go ahead," I said lazily. "Hi, I'm Joe," the man said with a smile. He offered his hand and I shook it. I asked him what sort of convention was this. He told me it was a medical equipment convention and handed me a promotional pen for my generosity. As we waited for anyone to notice us, we chatted. "So you have just gotten married?" Joe queried. "Yes, it's been two months now," I replied. "Tell me. I'm sure you've had a few women before getting married. What was the best sex you ever had?" Joe asked. Once again a wide smile covered his face. At first I was taken aback. But Joe seemed genuinely interested to know. It seemed he was compiling some kind of repository on what constituted good sex. "It is a long story, you know. Do you still want to hear it?" I asked giving him a chance to back out of a boring story." "No. I am fascinated by what makes the best sex anyone has ever had," Joe said. Mercifully our waiter showed up. He seemed in a hurry. I ordered without opening the menu. Joe took a few moments and ordered fish. Without a smile, the waiter scurried away. "I was just out of college. It was five years ago. I joined my dad's business. I became the junior boss right away. We deal in hardware supplies," I said. I sipped my water and continued. "It was just my fourth week working and my dad told me to go to Taiwan and meet with Mr. Lin and to get our orders shipped on time. Man, I was on a plane in two days, all excited. I had no idea how I was going to get our orders expedited but my dad said that I would figure it out. But I promised myself I was going to get some pussy in Taiwan. Those little Asian girls were hot to trot. My Chinese friends told me that my suppliers would make sure I am treated well while visiting them." The waiter practically threw my coke and a glass of ice and Joe's beer on our table. I was tired to sipping just water. "I was just thinking of fucking all night in my hotel room as I got off the airport in Taipei. It was about five-thirty early evening on a Sunday and Mr. Lin was there to meet me. But then the gracious Mr. Lin insisted that I have a nice dinner at his home and to stay with him for the duration of my trip. Man you couldn't believe how disappointed I was. I told him that I had already booked a hotel and that it was paid for. He just made a phone call on his cell phone, barked something in Chinese and then told me everything was taken care of. Whatever I tried to say, he kept insisting that I stay at his home. He said it would be more comfortable. I was cursing my dad. He probably got tired of Mr. Lin's hospitality and got me to go instead." "What a bummer," Joe said sympathetically. "Sure was. I was practically brooding on the ride to his house. So we get to his little apartment and it is all dark and depressing. I'm told to remove my shoes and we sit on his sofa. He brings out some soda and a bottle of Johnny Walker. He says his wife is out shopping food for the dinner. He throws some munchies on the table and we start drinking," I said. My eyes glanced at the crowd still waiting for a table. Sipping my coke slowly not knowing when the waiter would come back with our food, I continued, "His wife returns with bags of food and just rushes to the kitchen. I don't even get introduced to her. So I really didn't know how she looked. But an hour later, the food gets all prepared and we go to sit on the dining table and then I get to see his wife. She changed to a nice dress that went to her knees. She had such a beautiful face that I was taken by surprise. Mr. Lin did a quick introduction and I just nodded my head to her as she seemed not to speak any English." "This is getting interesting," Joe said. "All throughout the dinner I was mesmerized. I kept looking at her and our eyes kept meeting. Even Mr. Lin must have noticed. I guessed her age to be about thirty-five. When she spoke in Chinese to her husband, her voice was melodic. I was totally intoxicated by her voice. She had short hair, full lips, beautiful skin. My twenty-two years old dick was standing to full attention. I had to carefully adjust it and I hoped not to get up anytime soon. I started eating the dinner as slow as I could. Though it was nothing I ever tasted before, I enjoyed the meal knowing that it was made by this beautiful woman. This goddess." "You mean to say that you had sex with Mr. Lin's beautiful wife?" Joe asked. "You must be wondering how did it happen," I said. Joe nodded. "Mr. Lin kept on talking about the problems on the delivery and whether we could accept an extension. I wasn't really interested about business at this point in time. I just wanted to absorb as much of her beautiful face as I could. But I still managed to inform Mr. Lin that my dad could not accept any delays and he had to do whatever he could do. He wasn't too happy. I just managed to bring my erection down and we moved to the sitting room. Now the lights were on and the apartment did seem a little more pleasant," I said. The food arrived. Joe took a few bites and he prodded me to continue. I continued, "Pretty soon it was eleven-thirty. We talked a little more, Mr. Lin and I, while his wife sat pretty across from me. Then out of the blue, Mr. Lin asked if I thought his wife was beautiful. I immediately agreed then thought that it was not a good answer to give considering the cultural differences. Then Mr. Lin talked to his wife in Chinese and she replied in her pretty voice something. They laughed and continued talking for a while. Finally Mr. Lin looked at me. He informed me that it was late and we should get ready for bed. I was shown my room and said my goodnights." I began munching on my pasta and sipping my drink. "So continue," Joe said. "I looked for my pajamas but I realized that I had forgotten to pack them. Anyway the bed seemed comfortable so I decided to sleep in just my underwear. I dimmed the lights and began reading my magazines until I would get tired and sleepy. After twenty minutes I switched off the lights and tried to sleep. With the time difference, jet lag, I couldn't sleep. If I were at a hotel, I would switch on the TV or something. So I just laid down feigning sleep. Then I heard the door creaking open. I was thinking it must be Mr. Lin getting something he had forgotten. Anyway, I just heard shuffling sounds but it was weird. I didn't move at all and kept my eyes shut. Then I felt the bed getting bumped. Once, twice and then again. I thought that Mr. Lin was going through my belongings. Maybe I should make some noise or something. So I turned in bed and stupidly now had my back facing the intruder. All I could think of was a knife piercing my back, its cool blade plunging through my ribs. Man, was I scared." Now Joe was irritated as I began on my pasta again. Joe kept quiet but I knew he wanted me to continue right away. "I felt a breeze on my back. The sheets are being lifted. The bed began to bounce and I was bouncing with it. Then a sickening thought came to me. What if Mr. Lin was gay and he was going to take advantage of me. I told myself that if I felt anything, I was going to scream and jump out of bed. I felt a touch on my back. I didn't move at all. I got mad at myself for being such a coward. The next thing I know, I felt a complete warmness over me. It was a body cuddling onto me. A body that I knew belonged to a woman and a body that was without clothes. There was such a tenderness in her touch, I couldn't explain it to you. Her hands were magical. They knew where to go. It wouldn't get near my throbbing erection but wherever it went, I was ecstatic. I was debating if I should turn around and get face to face with this beautiful woman who was in this bed with me, naked. Then she was rubbing her nipples on my back and I was losing my mind. Her hands slipped inside by underwear and she tugged it all the way down to my ankles and out through my feet. Her hands grabbed by behind and she was mauling my cheeks. One of her hands clamped my balls. She was holding them tight but not hurting me. I don't know how I held myself from exploding just then. Her other hand goes over and grabbed my penis. She started rubbing it. The pleasure was excruciating. I moaned and sprayed over the sheets. Next thing I knew, she's out of the bed. I cursed myself. What a chance I blew." I stopped talking and started on my pasta again. Joe wasn't smiling anymore. He was impatient. "I gotta eat you know," I said with a mouthful. "You are teasing me. Get on with the story," he said. "I sat up on the bed and turned on the lights. Standing absolutely naked with tissue in her hands was Mrs. Lin. She motioned me to move and began cleaning my cum on the bed. A little was on my thighs and she dutifully cleaned that up as well. Her touch made my dick sprung up again. She was comfortable with her body and she was really really beautiful. The best was that her pussy was bare. No hair at all. I just kept looking until she turned off the lights and got into the bed again. I faced her this time, our faces inches away. I just looked at her flawless skin, her dark eyes, her pretty face. I couldn't believe that this was happening. It was so unreal. She snuggled into me and placed my erection just below her pussy. We didn't do anything for a while but look into each other's face. I think we were waiting for the other to make the first move. I kissed her slowly. Her tongue and her lips were so... I can't explain it. I was in heaven. I had never desired something more in my life. The sad part of it was that I knew she didn't belong to me," I said. I gobbled a few spoonfuls before Joe would prod me again. But he was quiet. Finally he said, "You did get to fuck her though." "Yeah," I said. "There never was better sex than I had with this Chinese housewife. You know when I entered her, it was like I was the king of the world. I never had that feeling again. Ever again. It was like her pussy was magical. My whole dick tingled. Not just the head. It was unreal. Have you ever felt that way?" "Not the way you explained it. No, I never had such an opportunity," Joe said. "Was it an extra turn on that her husband allowed you to fuck his wife?" "That definitely was very exciting. You know sometimes I think I have to return the favor. Offer my wife to some guy and maybe change his life. But you know, it ain't never gonna happen. But thinking about it sometimes, it gets me all pumped up." "It's not having the most beautiful girl in bed that makes the sex great. It is the circumstances that made that girl in bed with you that is the real turn on. What if the woman you are fucking at three at night is your brother's wife. I am sure that your dick would be hard as nails. You would be taking in every moment of that pleasure of doing your sister in law. But in your case, you got the beautiful girl and the circumstance," Joe said. "This talk is making me depressed," I admitted. "Having a nice pretty wife at home is good and all, but once you tasted that forbidden stuff, man everything else is bland." "I agree," Joe said. Dinner was done. Not much else was said. We were deep in our own thoughts. I went to my room and slept. The end. For more of my stories, please visit www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/nujbaf/www Comments? E-mail me at nujbaf@yahoo.com __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? SBC Yahoo! 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