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There had been quite a few messages exchanged that had led to this point. Here I was about to swing open the door to a pub that I had been in before to watch World Cup matches. This time I was here to meet Paulie. He told me to ask the bartender for him. Maybe this was a way for him to feel special? Did he slip the bartender a few extra bucks to point him out? Maybe he frequents here enough that he is known by name? The familiar smell and sights of the interior greet my eyes as they strained to adjust to the dimness.
I glanced around and see no one inside that resembles Paulie from his profile. FUCK, this guy is messing with me, he better not be some fat fuck slob with no life. More importantly than that, she better be his real wife. I walk to the bar and order a beer, ask the barkeep when he delivers my frosty pint of goodness if he can let Paulie know that Stan (fake name) was here. The menacing man who had just brought me my lifeblood told me $7 and then picked up a phone. I laid a ten spot on the bar and sipped the head off of the beer. The rather odd large man pointed towards a door in the back and then said the beer was free. I left the $10 where it laid and took another drink. This seemed to agitate him.
“YOU might not want to keep him waiting…”
Another drink. Blink blink…
This is not what I had envisioned. I figured I would roll in here, have a few drinks with this character I had meet on xHam and then go home. In my reckoning we would talk over his plan of me watching him fuck his wife. We would hash it out, details and all, then go our separate ways as it was just an insane idea that she would never go for.
Now this; a big dude, angrily staring at me as I try to enjoy this fine beer, wondering if I should go into some unmarked door in the back of this practically empty Pub. None of my friends knew I was here. Brings me visions of The Gimp in Pulp Fiction. I could be fucked and not in a good way.
I take my last swig. I doubt he is going to let me order another, so I grab my motorcycle helmet and take my walk to the unmarked door. A “shave and a haircut” knock seems appropriate but I settle for a more classy rap. It creaks opens and Paulie looks at me like the phone call was hours ago. At least he appears as he does in all the photos of him and his sexy ass wife.
“Took you long enough. What you get lost?” He spits out at me.
“Did not want to waste a perfectly good pour.” I retort with a smile. He smiles back.
I walk into his small office with your normal office items. Paulie tells me to close the door and as I do I see a poster of his wife, fully exposed staring back at me. God she is fucking hot.
“That is what we are here for, eh?” Paulie says as I can hardly peel my eyes off the four foot picture of this gorgeous Japanese woman.
He offers me a scotch from what appears to be an authentic Waterford crystal decanter. Figuring where it was coming from I was sure it had not to been poured out of some plastic bottle so I gladly accepted.
“Ice?” Not for me, just as the distiller wanted me to experience it is my preference.
We drank and talked. As I drank more I found myself thinking less of The Gimp situation and more about Paulie’s wife Kimiko. He told me how she did not know about this fantasy of his. (sounding more like my initial scenario now). But that he was keen to give it a go.
Ground Rules:
I had to ask her for the privilege of watching them fuck (?)
There would be no groping from me upon her
I was allowed to receive a handjob or blowjob but if and only if she suggested it
I only got to cum where he said it was okay to. Permission had to be asked to spray my load
There was absolutely no going below the belt on his wife, no matter how much she begged
IN the end he was ultimate Sayer of what happened and there would be no arguments
All in all, seemed fair enough to me. Really all I wanted was to watch two people fuck, to be in the same room, to hear and smell the sex. I would be content tugging at my own cock.
And that settled it. Ummm, deviation from my scenario. He grabbed his jacket and said lets go. Whoa whoa whoa, right now? I was wearing a 5 o’clock shadow and probably a bit of more ragged clothes than I should be to meet someone’s wife and propose watching her get proper fucked. Plus at this point I had a nice tipsy on from the beer and scotch.
Paulie led the way. Told me to leave my motorcycle gear in his office, that their place was only a few blocks walk. Just long enough for me to wrap my head around, if I played this properly, what might transpire this evening.
We walked up to one of the tallest skysc****rs in the skyline. Paulie punched a code to open the front door, flashed a smile to the security guard. Once inside the elevator he used a fingerprint scanner and then hit the PH button. Bit different than the shake and turn my front door needs.
As we rode the elevator up I looked at Paulie and asked if he belonged to a gym and if his wife was also a member. He said yes to the gym and no to her being there. Seconds later the door of the elevator opened into the entry hallway of his apartment. I had arrived to the upper level, now I really wish I had shaved. Paulie just looked befuddled at my sudden question.
A vision and smell of beauty greeted us as his wife Kimiko skipped to the opening door. She was five feet eight inches of radiant sex. Her black hair was cut at a slight angle, shoulder length, her round face wore a beaming smile, that was until she saw me. Then she looked confused and pissed.
“Paulie, you said nothing about a guest! I would have dressed better to receive a friend.” Her body was adorned with sweatpants (no visual panty line) and a baggy satin top. Paulie laughed, “This isn’t a friend.”
Huh, really what am I supposed to do with that? Throw me a bone at least…
“I am sorry, it is just your husband always boasts at the gym how gorgeous his wife is. How she is twenty years his younger and yet he can satisfy her every need…” that got an evil glance from Paulie. “Furthermore” I went on, “he talked about how much he cherished her and how he was the luckiest man alive! I called bullshit. Made a ridicules bet of my motorcycle that he was lying and now I think I might be walking home. That is unless you are an escort?” With that her mouth dropped and she stared at Paulie. Who stared at me… Damn sounded good in my head.
“Well, I was just making some Ramen so you are welcome to stay and decide for yourself whether or not you lost that bet.” With that her cute ass, covered in cheap cotton sweatpants wiggled out of the room. My heart and cock leaped at this, then glanced at Paulie who was smiling.
“Damn my boy. She does not offer to make ramen for me anymore, you might have got yourself in here.” With that he showed me around their baller pad. Lots of windows overlooking the water, the bridge, downtown and even the ballpark. One room contained drafting tables and a couple of computers. One of which had the design blueprint of a large house.
“This is what made me my money. Looks like Kimiko has been working late tonight. She threatened to leave the firm shortly after joining if I did not marry her. Best thing I ever did. The Pub was a way for me to gain a tax break. Unfortunately after buying the dump and making it into a place I would hang out at it started making a significant profit.” Oh the rich and their problems…
Dinner was exquisite, an excellent miso broth with delicate noodles and pork that melted in your mouth. Kimiko even added corn and a big cut of butter. My favorite, the most horrible cholesterol, ramen there is. I told her so and she just said I was just being flatteringly. I assured her that the truth was in my clean bowl. Thankfully she laughed, and that made Paulie laugh.
He pulled me out onto the balcony for a drink. “You got this, don’t fuck it up for us.” Seriously? I have to ask your wife for you to fuck her while I watch? Come on. DO help a brother out on this. We walked back in and Paulie excused himself to the washroom. I offered to help Kimiko with the dishes. As we were clearing the table she came up from behind me and said, “You don’t look like the type that would belong to his gym.”
Ummm, damn, what kind of gym does he belong to? “Well we come in all shapes and sizes”(?) FUCK, got suckered punched with no witness or back-up.
“You look more like a chat friend” her luscious lips explained to me. I smiled, touched the side of my nose and then begged for forgiveness.
“I am here to watch you fuck your husband. I want to see sex, raw fucking in front of me.” I pause, waiting to see her expression. IS that one of excitement? “I want to sit and smell and hear two people who love each other make passionate love while I watch…”
Yes, Yes, I swear she looks turned on!
As Paulie walks back in the room, Kimiko turns to me with the universal shush signal. She walks off, asking if we need more drinks. He looks at me as if asking “WELL?” I wait to see her return for answer. Thankfully she does not disappoint…
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Dressed in only an apron, with a drink tray in hand, she pours two glasses of Sake for us and then walks away. Her cute ass swinging away with each step. Paulie gives me a very not-so subtle slap on the ass and then follows his hot wife. I take a drink or three for courage and also give chase.
As I entered the master bedroom, Paulie had been declothed and they were heavily making-out. There was a chair in the corner which I swiveled around to watch the action. Soon they were both naked and my presence seemingly unknown. Until I tried to unzip…
They both stopped and stared. Damn it. And then she came over and started taking my clothes off. Shirt, socks, shorts and as she slide my boxers down, she grabbed my balls with a firm grip and stared into my eyes. Precum was already at the tip of my cock. Dripping out of the end of my exposed manhood. Her grip tightened on my testicals. A smile crossed her lips and then she let go and her attention again returned to her husband.
For the next twenty minutes they seemed satisfied making each other happy and getting some serious petting on. Then he switched to fuck mode.
Different positions, grunting, really trying to show-off. At one point she was facing my chair and beckoned me over. She quickly grabbed my cock and started stroking it with it aimed at those beautiful lips. It was hard to resist cumming so soon.
Then she opened her mouth and engulfed me. Balls deep as she bobbed up and down on my meat. I started making the tall-tale noises of a boy about ready to shot his load. Paulie pointed at Kimiko’s tits. I withdrawal from her comfortable mouth and started jerking my hard cock over her 36-C chest. Volley after volley of my cum sprayed on her lovely tits.
I again sit down on the chair as Paulie continued to work her pussy with his cock.
Then it got unreal.
Paulie pulled out and moved over Kimiko’s face. Then pointed for me to take his place down low in her happy place. Being as I had just came on her tits I was confused at his intentions.
But not one to ruin the mood I slide off my chair and onto the bed, between her legs and started licking. Knowing that my cock was not near ready for more action and seeing as I wanted to taste that sweet pussy, this seemed like the best compromise.
Paulie started grunting that all to familiar end-of-the-session sound and sure enough he busted his nut in Kimiko’s mouth. My tongue was still diligently working her clit and soft lips. She begged me to slip my cock in her. I knew this was already beyond the ground rules, no below the belt. Her words seemed to melt the already softening cock of Paulie who just nodded yes.
I slid my body up hers and we kissed for the first time. Some of Paulie’s semen still flavoring her lips. My cock slipped easily into her used love hole. I pumped away as Paulie moved into the chair that I had once occupied.
I rolled Kimiko on top of me and scooted down the bed so my legs dangled next to Paulie. Kimiko rode my cock inches from his face. Breaking ground rules and rubbing it in, bad bad xHam friend I am. Then without any warning he leaned forward and started licking her ass. But since she was bouncing on my cock his tongue also as stroking me nicely.
She leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “I think he was gay when I met him. I want to do an experiment.”
With that she rode my cock all the way to the tip and back down slowly. Again and again. Exposing as much of my dick as she could. Sure enough he was licking not only it but my balls also. She slammed back down on my shaft and whispered again in my ear, “do you think he will swallow you?”
Whoa, whoa, whoa. I was just supposed to watch two people fuck, you know, British-stlye dogging, here I am now, a fucking gorgeous piece of Japanese meat bouncing away on my cock, with my cum already on her tits, asking if the dude, her husband, would swallow my meat stick? This shit is getting pretty fucked up.
Her slow ascent back up my cock let me know just what she had in mind. Sure enough as my dick plopped out of her soaking wet cunt, his mouth wrapped around it. I couldn’t help myself, I started fucking his throat. Then I felt her warm pussy envelope my cock again. I knew I better cum before I was switched back into his mouth again.
My cock twitched and spit its seed into the womb of the woman whose man had just wrapped his lips around my head…
Everything stopped momentarily. Kimiko having cum hard herself. My white load dripping from around my cock onto the sheets. Paulie’s tongue cleaning as much as it could.
Then Kimiko rolled off of me. Paulie again took me in his mouth and masterfully sucked and cleaned my cock and balls. Then he moved to licking and cleaning my cum from Kimiko’s well used pussy.
He lifted his head thinking he was done and back in charge. I glanced and Kimiko and then at her cum covered tits. She grabbed him by his hair and dragged him up to clean her breasts off. I could not help myself, as he licked my cum off of her tits, I grabbed and stroked his cock and milked as much leftover cum onto her hairy cunt as I could from him. She then forced his head down to clean that as well.
I laid next to her. Watching who I thought at the start of the night was going to be some badass, with all his ground rules and owning his own Pub, penthouse suite having show-off, to now knowing that he was our little cuckold slut boy and that I had a new Japanese fuck-toy.
Living the dream…
There had been quite a few messages exchanged that had led to this point. Here I was about to swing open the door to a pub that I had been in before to watch World Cup matches. This time I was here to meet Paulie. He told me to ask the bartender for him. Maybe this was a way for him to feel special? Did he slip the bartender a few extra bucks to point him out? Maybe he frequents here enough that he is known by name? The familiar smell and sights of the interior greet my eyes as they strained to adjust to the dimness.
I glanced around and see no one inside that resembles Paulie from his profile. FUCK, this guy is messing with me, he better not be some fat fuck slob with no life. More importantly than that, she better be his real wife. I walk to the bar and order a beer, ask the barkeep when he delivers my frosty pint of goodness if he can let Paulie know that Stan (fake name) was here. The menacing man who had just brought me my lifeblood told me $7 and then picked up a phone. I laid a ten spot on the bar and sipped the head off of the beer. The rather odd large man pointed towards a door in the back and then said the beer was free. I left the $10 where it laid and took another drink. This seemed to agitate him.
“YOU might not want to keep him waiting…”
Another drink. Blink blink…
This is not what I had envisioned. I figured I would roll in here, have a few drinks with this character I had meet on xHam and then go home. In my reckoning we would talk over his plan of me watching him fuck his wife. We would hash it out, details and all, then go our separate ways as it was just an insane idea that she would never go for.
Now this; a big dude, angrily staring at me as I try to enjoy this fine beer, wondering if I should go into some unmarked door in the back of this practically empty Pub. None of my friends knew I was here. Brings me visions of The Gimp in Pulp Fiction. I could be fucked and not in a good way.
I take my last swig. I doubt he is going to let me order another, so I grab my motorcycle helmet and take my walk to the unmarked door. A “shave and a haircut” knock seems appropriate but I settle for a more classy rap. It creaks opens and Paulie looks at me like the phone call was hours ago. At least he appears as he does in all the photos of him and his sexy ass wife.
“Took you long enough. What you get lost?” He spits out at me.
“Did not want to waste a perfectly good pour.” I retort with a smile. He smiles back.
I walk into his small office with your normal office items. Paulie tells me to close the door and as I do I see a poster of his wife, fully exposed staring back at me. God she is fucking hot.
“That is what we are here for, eh?” Paulie says as I can hardly peel my eyes off the four foot picture of this gorgeous Japanese woman.
He offers me a scotch from what appears to be an authentic Waterford crystal decanter. Figuring where it was coming from I was sure it had not to been poured out of some plastic bottle so I gladly accepted.
“Ice?” Not for me, just as the distiller wanted me to experience it is my preference.
We drank and talked. As I drank more I found myself thinking less of The Gimp situation and more about Paulie’s wife Kimiko. He told me how she did not know about this fantasy of his. (sounding more like my initial scenario now). But that he was keen to give it a go.
Ground Rules:
I had to ask her for the privilege of watching them fuck (?)
There would be no groping from me upon her
I was allowed to receive a handjob or blowjob but if and only if she suggested it
I only got to cum where he said it was okay to. Permission had to be asked to spray my load
There was absolutely no going below the belt on his wife, no matter how much she begged
IN the end he was ultimate Sayer of what happened and there would be no arguments
All in all, seemed fair enough to me. Really all I wanted was to watch two people fuck, to be in the same room, to hear and smell the sex. I would be content tugging at my own cock.
And that settled it. Ummm, deviation from my scenario. He grabbed his jacket and said lets go. Whoa whoa whoa, right now? I was wearing a 5 o’clock shadow and probably a bit of more ragged clothes than I should be to meet someone’s wife and propose watching her get proper fucked. Plus at this point I had a nice tipsy on from the beer and scotch.
Paulie led the way. Told me to leave my motorcycle gear in his office, that their place was only a few blocks walk. Just long enough for me to wrap my head around, if I played this properly, what might transpire this evening.
We walked up to one of the tallest skysc****rs in the skyline. Paulie punched a code to open the front door, flashed a smile to the security guard. Once inside the elevator he used a fingerprint scanner and then hit the PH button. Bit different than the shake and turn my front door needs.
As we rode the elevator up I looked at Paulie and asked if he belonged to a gym and if his wife was also a member. He said yes to the gym and no to her being there. Seconds later the door of the elevator opened into the entry hallway of his apartment. I had arrived to the upper level, now I really wish I had shaved. Paulie just looked befuddled at my sudden question.
A vision and smell of beauty greeted us as his wife Kimiko skipped to the opening door. She was five feet eight inches of radiant sex. Her black hair was cut at a slight angle, shoulder length, her round face wore a beaming smile, that was until she saw me. Then she looked confused and pissed.
“Paulie, you said nothing about a guest! I would have dressed better to receive a friend.” Her body was adorned with sweatpants (no visual panty line) and a baggy satin top. Paulie laughed, “This isn’t a friend.”
Huh, really what am I supposed to do with that? Throw me a bone at least…
“I am sorry, it is just your husband always boasts at the gym how gorgeous his wife is. How she is twenty years his younger and yet he can satisfy her every need…” that got an evil glance from Paulie. “Furthermore” I went on, “he talked about how much he cherished her and how he was the luckiest man alive! I called bullshit. Made a ridicules bet of my motorcycle that he was lying and now I think I might be walking home. That is unless you are an escort?” With that her mouth dropped and she stared at Paulie. Who stared at me… Damn sounded good in my head.
“Well, I was just making some Ramen so you are welcome to stay and decide for yourself whether or not you lost that bet.” With that her cute ass, covered in cheap cotton sweatpants wiggled out of the room. My heart and cock leaped at this, then glanced at Paulie who was smiling.
“Damn my boy. She does not offer to make ramen for me anymore, you might have got yourself in here.” With that he showed me around their baller pad. Lots of windows overlooking the water, the bridge, downtown and even the ballpark. One room contained drafting tables and a couple of computers. One of which had the design blueprint of a large house.
“This is what made me my money. Looks like Kimiko has been working late tonight. She threatened to leave the firm shortly after joining if I did not marry her. Best thing I ever did. The Pub was a way for me to gain a tax break. Unfortunately after buying the dump and making it into a place I would hang out at it started making a significant profit.” Oh the rich and their problems…
Dinner was exquisite, an excellent miso broth with delicate noodles and pork that melted in your mouth. Kimiko even added corn and a big cut of butter. My favorite, the most horrible cholesterol, ramen there is. I told her so and she just said I was just being flatteringly. I assured her that the truth was in my clean bowl. Thankfully she laughed, and that made Paulie laugh.
He pulled me out onto the balcony for a drink. “You got this, don’t fuck it up for us.” Seriously? I have to ask your wife for you to fuck her while I watch? Come on. DO help a brother out on this. We walked back in and Paulie excused himself to the washroom. I offered to help Kimiko with the dishes. As we were clearing the table she came up from behind me and said, “You don’t look like the type that would belong to his gym.”
Ummm, damn, what kind of gym does he belong to? “Well we come in all shapes and sizes”(?) FUCK, got suckered punched with no witness or back-up.
“You look more like a chat friend” her luscious lips explained to me. I smiled, touched the side of my nose and then begged for forgiveness.
“I am here to watch you fuck your husband. I want to see sex, raw fucking in front of me.” I pause, waiting to see her expression. IS that one of excitement? “I want to sit and smell and hear two people who love each other make passionate love while I watch…”
Yes, Yes, I swear she looks turned on!
As Paulie walks back in the room, Kimiko turns to me with the universal shush signal. She walks off, asking if we need more drinks. He looks at me as if asking “WELL?” I wait to see her return for answer. Thankfully she does not disappoint…
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Dressed in only an apron, with a drink tray in hand, she pours two glasses of Sake for us and then walks away. Her cute ass swinging away with each step. Paulie gives me a very not-so subtle slap on the ass and then follows his hot wife. I take a drink or three for courage and also give chase.
As I entered the master bedroom, Paulie had been declothed and they were heavily making-out. There was a chair in the corner which I swiveled around to watch the action. Soon they were both naked and my presence seemingly unknown. Until I tried to unzip…
They both stopped and stared. Damn it. And then she came over and started taking my clothes off. Shirt, socks, shorts and as she slide my boxers down, she grabbed my balls with a firm grip and stared into my eyes. Precum was already at the tip of my cock. Dripping out of the end of my exposed manhood. Her grip tightened on my testicals. A smile crossed her lips and then she let go and her attention again returned to her husband.
For the next twenty minutes they seemed satisfied making each other happy and getting some serious petting on. Then he switched to fuck mode.
Different positions, grunting, really trying to show-off. At one point she was facing my chair and beckoned me over. She quickly grabbed my cock and started stroking it with it aimed at those beautiful lips. It was hard to resist cumming so soon.
Then she opened her mouth and engulfed me. Balls deep as she bobbed up and down on my meat. I started making the tall-tale noises of a boy about ready to shot his load. Paulie pointed at Kimiko’s tits. I withdrawal from her comfortable mouth and started jerking my hard cock over her 36-C chest. Volley after volley of my cum sprayed on her lovely tits.
I again sit down on the chair as Paulie continued to work her pussy with his cock.
Then it got unreal.
Paulie pulled out and moved over Kimiko’s face. Then pointed for me to take his place down low in her happy place. Being as I had just came on her tits I was confused at his intentions.
But not one to ruin the mood I slide off my chair and onto the bed, between her legs and started licking. Knowing that my cock was not near ready for more action and seeing as I wanted to taste that sweet pussy, this seemed like the best compromise.
Paulie started grunting that all to familiar end-of-the-session sound and sure enough he busted his nut in Kimiko’s mouth. My tongue was still diligently working her clit and soft lips. She begged me to slip my cock in her. I knew this was already beyond the ground rules, no below the belt. Her words seemed to melt the already softening cock of Paulie who just nodded yes.
I slid my body up hers and we kissed for the first time. Some of Paulie’s semen still flavoring her lips. My cock slipped easily into her used love hole. I pumped away as Paulie moved into the chair that I had once occupied.
I rolled Kimiko on top of me and scooted down the bed so my legs dangled next to Paulie. Kimiko rode my cock inches from his face. Breaking ground rules and rubbing it in, bad bad xHam friend I am. Then without any warning he leaned forward and started licking her ass. But since she was bouncing on my cock his tongue also as stroking me nicely.
She leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “I think he was gay when I met him. I want to do an experiment.”
With that she rode my cock all the way to the tip and back down slowly. Again and again. Exposing as much of my dick as she could. Sure enough he was licking not only it but my balls also. She slammed back down on my shaft and whispered again in my ear, “do you think he will swallow you?”
Whoa, whoa, whoa. I was just supposed to watch two people fuck, you know, British-stlye dogging, here I am now, a fucking gorgeous piece of Japanese meat bouncing away on my cock, with my cum already on her tits, asking if the dude, her husband, would swallow my meat stick? This shit is getting pretty fucked up.
Her slow ascent back up my cock let me know just what she had in mind. Sure enough as my dick plopped out of her soaking wet cunt, his mouth wrapped around it. I couldn’t help myself, I started fucking his throat. Then I felt her warm pussy envelope my cock again. I knew I better cum before I was switched back into his mouth again.
My cock twitched and spit its seed into the womb of the woman whose man had just wrapped his lips around my head…
Everything stopped momentarily. Kimiko having cum hard herself. My white load dripping from around my cock onto the sheets. Paulie’s tongue cleaning as much as it could.
Then Kimiko rolled off of me. Paulie again took me in his mouth and masterfully sucked and cleaned my cock and balls. Then he moved to licking and cleaning my cum from Kimiko’s well used pussy.
He lifted his head thinking he was done and back in charge. I glanced and Kimiko and then at her cum covered tits. She grabbed him by his hair and dragged him up to clean her breasts off. I could not help myself, as he licked my cum off of her tits, I grabbed and stroked his cock and milked as much leftover cum onto her hairy cunt as I could from him. She then forced his head down to clean that as well.
I laid next to her. Watching who I thought at the start of the night was going to be some badass, with all his ground rules and owning his own Pub, penthouse suite having show-off, to now knowing that he was our little cuckold slut boy and that I had a new Japanese fuck-toy.
Living the dream…
Elle
- 05.03.2020
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