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We'd been married about nine years and our sex life was, well, I'd say 'minimal' and my wife would say 'excessive.' I generally had to persuade her to have sex once a month. Michiko was a beautiful 33 y.o. by then, and enjoyed living in the West away from some of the cultural restrictions that her own society placed upon females. We were great friends from our very first meeting and also in our marriage. But she seemed to struggle with enjoying sex.
She'd made all the right signals when we were dating, and had willingly given me every encouragement. Her face was typically a beautiful Japanese, and I adored her for her facial beauty from the first moment.
Michiko was 5-foot 1-inch in height and her build was curvy for her size and ethnicity...her hips were womanly, and, because she used to run daily for years since her teens, her thighs were her best feature - magnificent, muscular and strong-looking, but also erotically shapely and full. I particularly loved the shape of her bum and thighs in jeans - or out of jeans - or in a skirt. Or naked. She soon realised I was constantly turned on by women's hips and thighs, above other attributes. Every time she moved her curves would tease and excite me. She was the size of an older c***d in the West, but absolutely all woman.
Our first sex was in a hotel in Kichijoji, Tokyo, about three months after we'd started dating. We were both hungry and eager for each other. We'd kissed and touched each other previously, to gasping hunger, but held back.
We kissed briefly but were so ready that I'd soon progressed to undressing her completely. I'd caressed her places before, but never seen her fully naked. Her nipples were lovely, large and brown in their stiffness, and excitingly long. (Michiko had explained that she'd seen other girls' nipples, when swimming abroad, and she'd soon seen that 'Western nipples are pink, Eastern are brown. It's a fact!' ). I spent a bit of time licking and sucking her nipples. She clearly enjoyed this and moaned gently as I also used my fingertips to trace their shape, circling and gently squeezing. Her hips moved upwards as my other hand descended onto those luscious thighs at last. I sank onto my knees, between hers, as she exposed herself fully and entirely to me.
I was erect. I felt I would explode as soon as I slid into her. Anticipation and imagination fuelled my potential explosion. Finally, this beautiful woman was laid back on the bed, thighs apart, knees bent and feet floorward and so petite, so ready, her raven-black, long hair spilling around her face. Her obvious arousal and my first view of her total nakedness led me to gasp 'I'm sorry if I don't last long this first time my love...but we have all night and I don't plan to sleep...!'
My tongue started at her knees. I'd meant to explore and excite her more slowly - honest I had - but within five seconds I found myself at eye-level with her luscious pussy lips. I'd touched them at other times but mostly under clothing and never before had such permission to explore. What was really exciting was that, confirming her excitement, her lips had formed a perfect, deep-pink round, wet circle, revealing the beginnings of her womanly depths.. . (I've never seen that in any aroused woman, before or since. ). She was literally, and completely open to me. She moaned my name, involuntarily lifting herself upwards.
I had aimed to lick her lips first - but neither of us could wait. I raised myself and moved and covered her, centring my erection into position over that soaking circle.
To be fair, we did try and 'savour the moment' of our romantic first-ever union. Our eyes met for maybe one second in that understanding. Then I moved into her and we joined.
She was so wet. And so hot - actually hot, deep inside. I finally experienced the full sheathing wetness of her gripping inner muscles. She whispered one word - 'iku!' - and I felt the wonderful inner flutter of those lips in orgasmic spasms, and just lost it and simply thrust into her repeatedly until my cum quickly and helplessly splashed into her.
We lay, recovering for a while.
I plucked up courage to tell her about the time I'd ever seen her - after her first ever conversation with me that day at work - that I'd masturbated and climaxed heavily that same night, simply by imagining her beautiful face and body in orgasm as she touched herself. (She was amazed she could have that effect upon a man!) . . . and now, at last, we had made love. We snuggled blissfully. We didn't sleep much that night either! We were married within the year.
Nine years later it's 1997. I love her just as much - in fact even more so, because I know the real depths of her beauty as the person - and lovely mum, now - that she is, as well adoring her still slim and exciting body. I still want her body just as hungrily. I am certain of her love for me. But, sexually, she has...cooled. As I said early on, sex is something she's rarely hungry for now. Often she goes upstairs exhausted, and I'll follow on later and find her asleep. We talk about everything else very deeply - and our sense of humour and fun with ourselves is strong. I know she loves me. She says and shows that is true often.
But she can only say of this: 'It's impossible to explain. Even in my own language. I feel like I'm a mum now and not a lover.'
I go upstairs one hot June night, about midnight. Michiko is fast asleep on her back. Our c***dren's nightlight shines in dimly from the hallway. I stare at Michiko hungrily. Her curves are subtly highlighted in the light's shadows, and I want her. I so love her and want her.
She has on her usual night attire of thin cotton t-shirt and knickers, and the thin cotton sheet covers up to her waist. I look at her beautiful face. I remember, hungrily, our first time in Kichijoji, and other times. I stiffen a bit, sexually. Sometimes I've been so desperate I've even masturbated, carefully, next to her.
She now moves position slightly, and the outline of her left nipple is obvious against her top. I'm even more hungry for her...
An idea forms. Very slowly and soundlessly, I reach over to her. What I ache to do is pinch and rub her nipple gently, to lick it hungrily through the wet material and watch her awaken and excitedly reach for me.
What I actually do is - very slowly - turn on my right side to face her, so I can see if she awakens. I ease my left hand and fingers to just above her breast. If she does wake up, she'll simply find me 'sleeping' next to her, having obviously half-cuddled her as I fell asleep.
She's sleeping steadily. My index finger merely grazes her nipple, feather-light, and I move it away.
No reaction. I do the same about thirty seconds later. Nothing. She's still fast asleep.
In the next five minutes I repeat this several times. My erection is definitely firm. Her nipple remains as it was, beautiful, upright but dormant. One last time I think, and reach over.
As she's so deeply asleep, this time I brush against her nipple just a bit more firmly...
As I move my hand away Michiko groans and breathily mutters something unintelligible also (I 'start' with surprise and my arm moves jerkily a moment! - but fortunately in the air and not into her!). Simultaneously, her right hand moves down to her crotch, pushing the sheet at her waist down with it.
The shock of this amid the quiet night has set my heart strongly a-thumping. After recovering myself, and giving some time for her to sleep deeply again, I decide to move down and see if featherweight touches against her knickers might have an effect. I'm desperate to orgasm soon, anyway. I gently brush' feather-lightly' again down from her pubic mound, about two inches, hopefully over her lips. I always remember when they were completely wet and open for me...
I read once, decades before, that a mum, far more than a dad, will 'instinctively awaken' at the sound of her c***dren calling for her in the night even if she's deeply asleep. Another thought stirs in me...and I place my mouth by Michiko's mouth and whisper very lightly 'Ima, chikubi wa kataii desuka? Nametai!' (Are your nipples hard now? I want to lick them!'). Will she get turned on by this in her sleep? It's worth a try. She responds not one bit, it seems.
A little later my hand repositions near her mound. My finger strokes so-delicately over her clit. This time she gives a very slight moaning sound, and another soundless whisper. I repeat this, just occasionally at first. Each time she reacts with a whispery moan. I wonder what she's dreaming...where her thoughts are?
After about ten minutes I am stroking her mound and clit area more often - but always very gently - and Michiko's breathing faster. Her moans are stronger now and I'm sure she's experiencing some sort of sexual arousal in a dream. I'm whispering sexual thoughts to her still. The crumpled sheet is hiding my arm from immediate sight.
Five minutes later, with a louder moan, and a few rapid shudders, she wakes, gasping, and her eyes open (as mine close - I'm 'fast asleep'). I watch through seemingly-shut eyes. She gently moves my arm from her waist. She takes a few deep breaths, rubs herself between her legs, turns over with her back to me. We both sleep this time. I'd climaxed strongly some moments before she awoke, and awoke in the morning rather stickily!
I touched her like this, in her sleep, most nights over some years. Usually she'd moan and climax. It made me realise she was still a sexual person. And I could still be too.
She'd made all the right signals when we were dating, and had willingly given me every encouragement. Her face was typically a beautiful Japanese, and I adored her for her facial beauty from the first moment.
Michiko was 5-foot 1-inch in height and her build was curvy for her size and ethnicity...her hips were womanly, and, because she used to run daily for years since her teens, her thighs were her best feature - magnificent, muscular and strong-looking, but also erotically shapely and full. I particularly loved the shape of her bum and thighs in jeans - or out of jeans - or in a skirt. Or naked. She soon realised I was constantly turned on by women's hips and thighs, above other attributes. Every time she moved her curves would tease and excite me. She was the size of an older c***d in the West, but absolutely all woman.
Our first sex was in a hotel in Kichijoji, Tokyo, about three months after we'd started dating. We were both hungry and eager for each other. We'd kissed and touched each other previously, to gasping hunger, but held back.
We kissed briefly but were so ready that I'd soon progressed to undressing her completely. I'd caressed her places before, but never seen her fully naked. Her nipples were lovely, large and brown in their stiffness, and excitingly long. (Michiko had explained that she'd seen other girls' nipples, when swimming abroad, and she'd soon seen that 'Western nipples are pink, Eastern are brown. It's a fact!' ). I spent a bit of time licking and sucking her nipples. She clearly enjoyed this and moaned gently as I also used my fingertips to trace their shape, circling and gently squeezing. Her hips moved upwards as my other hand descended onto those luscious thighs at last. I sank onto my knees, between hers, as she exposed herself fully and entirely to me.
I was erect. I felt I would explode as soon as I slid into her. Anticipation and imagination fuelled my potential explosion. Finally, this beautiful woman was laid back on the bed, thighs apart, knees bent and feet floorward and so petite, so ready, her raven-black, long hair spilling around her face. Her obvious arousal and my first view of her total nakedness led me to gasp 'I'm sorry if I don't last long this first time my love...but we have all night and I don't plan to sleep...!'
My tongue started at her knees. I'd meant to explore and excite her more slowly - honest I had - but within five seconds I found myself at eye-level with her luscious pussy lips. I'd touched them at other times but mostly under clothing and never before had such permission to explore. What was really exciting was that, confirming her excitement, her lips had formed a perfect, deep-pink round, wet circle, revealing the beginnings of her womanly depths.. . (I've never seen that in any aroused woman, before or since. ). She was literally, and completely open to me. She moaned my name, involuntarily lifting herself upwards.
I had aimed to lick her lips first - but neither of us could wait. I raised myself and moved and covered her, centring my erection into position over that soaking circle.
To be fair, we did try and 'savour the moment' of our romantic first-ever union. Our eyes met for maybe one second in that understanding. Then I moved into her and we joined.
She was so wet. And so hot - actually hot, deep inside. I finally experienced the full sheathing wetness of her gripping inner muscles. She whispered one word - 'iku!' - and I felt the wonderful inner flutter of those lips in orgasmic spasms, and just lost it and simply thrust into her repeatedly until my cum quickly and helplessly splashed into her.
We lay, recovering for a while.
I plucked up courage to tell her about the time I'd ever seen her - after her first ever conversation with me that day at work - that I'd masturbated and climaxed heavily that same night, simply by imagining her beautiful face and body in orgasm as she touched herself. (She was amazed she could have that effect upon a man!) . . . and now, at last, we had made love. We snuggled blissfully. We didn't sleep much that night either! We were married within the year.
Nine years later it's 1997. I love her just as much - in fact even more so, because I know the real depths of her beauty as the person - and lovely mum, now - that she is, as well adoring her still slim and exciting body. I still want her body just as hungrily. I am certain of her love for me. But, sexually, she has...cooled. As I said early on, sex is something she's rarely hungry for now. Often she goes upstairs exhausted, and I'll follow on later and find her asleep. We talk about everything else very deeply - and our sense of humour and fun with ourselves is strong. I know she loves me. She says and shows that is true often.
But she can only say of this: 'It's impossible to explain. Even in my own language. I feel like I'm a mum now and not a lover.'
I go upstairs one hot June night, about midnight. Michiko is fast asleep on her back. Our c***dren's nightlight shines in dimly from the hallway. I stare at Michiko hungrily. Her curves are subtly highlighted in the light's shadows, and I want her. I so love her and want her.
She has on her usual night attire of thin cotton t-shirt and knickers, and the thin cotton sheet covers up to her waist. I look at her beautiful face. I remember, hungrily, our first time in Kichijoji, and other times. I stiffen a bit, sexually. Sometimes I've been so desperate I've even masturbated, carefully, next to her.
She now moves position slightly, and the outline of her left nipple is obvious against her top. I'm even more hungry for her...
An idea forms. Very slowly and soundlessly, I reach over to her. What I ache to do is pinch and rub her nipple gently, to lick it hungrily through the wet material and watch her awaken and excitedly reach for me.
What I actually do is - very slowly - turn on my right side to face her, so I can see if she awakens. I ease my left hand and fingers to just above her breast. If she does wake up, she'll simply find me 'sleeping' next to her, having obviously half-cuddled her as I fell asleep.
She's sleeping steadily. My index finger merely grazes her nipple, feather-light, and I move it away.
No reaction. I do the same about thirty seconds later. Nothing. She's still fast asleep.
In the next five minutes I repeat this several times. My erection is definitely firm. Her nipple remains as it was, beautiful, upright but dormant. One last time I think, and reach over.
As she's so deeply asleep, this time I brush against her nipple just a bit more firmly...
As I move my hand away Michiko groans and breathily mutters something unintelligible also (I 'start' with surprise and my arm moves jerkily a moment! - but fortunately in the air and not into her!). Simultaneously, her right hand moves down to her crotch, pushing the sheet at her waist down with it.
The shock of this amid the quiet night has set my heart strongly a-thumping. After recovering myself, and giving some time for her to sleep deeply again, I decide to move down and see if featherweight touches against her knickers might have an effect. I'm desperate to orgasm soon, anyway. I gently brush' feather-lightly' again down from her pubic mound, about two inches, hopefully over her lips. I always remember when they were completely wet and open for me...
I read once, decades before, that a mum, far more than a dad, will 'instinctively awaken' at the sound of her c***dren calling for her in the night even if she's deeply asleep. Another thought stirs in me...and I place my mouth by Michiko's mouth and whisper very lightly 'Ima, chikubi wa kataii desuka? Nametai!' (Are your nipples hard now? I want to lick them!'). Will she get turned on by this in her sleep? It's worth a try. She responds not one bit, it seems.
A little later my hand repositions near her mound. My finger strokes so-delicately over her clit. This time she gives a very slight moaning sound, and another soundless whisper. I repeat this, just occasionally at first. Each time she reacts with a whispery moan. I wonder what she's dreaming...where her thoughts are?
After about ten minutes I am stroking her mound and clit area more often - but always very gently - and Michiko's breathing faster. Her moans are stronger now and I'm sure she's experiencing some sort of sexual arousal in a dream. I'm whispering sexual thoughts to her still. The crumpled sheet is hiding my arm from immediate sight.
Five minutes later, with a louder moan, and a few rapid shudders, she wakes, gasping, and her eyes open (as mine close - I'm 'fast asleep'). I watch through seemingly-shut eyes. She gently moves my arm from her waist. She takes a few deep breaths, rubs herself between her legs, turns over with her back to me. We both sleep this time. I'd climaxed strongly some moments before she awoke, and awoke in the morning rather stickily!
I touched her like this, in her sleep, most nights over some years. Usually she'd moan and climax. It made me realise she was still a sexual person. And I could still be too.
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