Bros, thought I’d give something before receiving the wealth from others
This is a real story from about a year ago, which involved an unlikely series of meet-ups with my former Japanese language teacher, who first taught me as a kid. What followed was a sexual odyssey of adventures which still simmer today.
I’m a 28 year old guy, Michael (name changed), mixed Eurasian background with Japanese mom and Half Malay/Half European dad. From age 5-14 I attended Japanese language class in addition to my usual schooling.
From age 13-14, I was receiving tuition from Mrs. Yuko Suzuki (name changed) who was good friends with my parents through different Japanese cultural events and gatherings. Her husband worked for a Japanese company but was often away on travel so she would spend her free time teaching Japanese as an expat wife. I never really thought of her as a sex object back then (the idea of a “MILF” still not known to me at 12, 13!) but I used to attend class 3 times a week at our place until my family moved to KL. She was always well dressed in expensive dresses and heels, 5'5 in height with light brown hair, petite but lovely body, and often wore her sunglasses atop her head (a detail I remember). For a very close lookalike of her now, click
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Fast forward 15 years, I’m living and working in Singapore, just broke up with my girlfriend of 2 years. My bros and I had done the KTV, bmd, massage scene for a while and I thought to myself, let me see what else is out there. My sexual imagination turned to more creative stuff - orgies, swinger parties, meeting up with couples… something different. I started looking up online ads and I saw one that caught my attention: “Mixed Couple, mid-40’s, looking for straight, attractive younger guy to watch us make love” … I said, interesting, it’s different, I had a thing for older ladies having worked for a few hot, older bosses at my bank.. so I said, what the heck, let me watch. The idea of being a voyeur turned me on.
to be contd….. bros / campers, any feedback welcome..
I signed my email with my real first name, and I get a reply back immediately from the guy :
His Email: “Hello, Are you Japanese? My partner is Japanese.”
I replied to say I’m SGP but have a Japanese first name name.
He replied back with photos of them both with the faces blurred out - “do you like her?” I had to admit the lady’s body looked very attractive. He went on “you sound intelligent and from your physical description, good looking. Since you have some Japanese, my girl is willing to take a risk and meet you for drinks. We’re both straight. If we click, great, if we don’t, we can all agree to move on. Is that ok? "
My reply: “Your partner looks very attractive. (trying to play it cool although at this moment I was a little excitable at the prospect of meeting and watching a hot couple) … sure, let’s do drinks. And if it works out, let’s head to a hotel nearby. How does that sound?”
Him: “Great. Send me a Whatsapp to 8______. I’ll book a room.
Me: “Ok, message sent. How about next Friday night? I have a work dinner and dance till about 10pm at a hotel on Orchard” Shall we meet around there. And what are your names?
Whatsapp back from him: My name is John and hers is Yuko. Let’s meet for drinks at TAB on Orchard Road. Come up to the bar, we will be sitting at a booth. Text me if you can’t find us.
Me: Ok, cool.
I was a little nervous simply at the prospect of just meeting a couple, knowing I might be watching them fucking later. What if they were weird? What if I met someone I knew from work, or friends or family? How would I introduce them? At my work event, I could think of nothing but the meeting and also of the Japanese lady he had sent me a photo of. A short thought crossed my mind, “what if I know the lady?” .. but I had been working outside of SGP for a long time, so I quickly banished the thought.
So 9:45pm, Friday night looking forward to my 10pm meeting down the road. I leave my work dinner and dance thing at the St Regis, telling my work colleagues I have a “family thing” to attend. Everyone trying to keep me at the event, “drink more, lah, etc” but I’ve got a lot of positive nervous energy about the meeting. I feel pretty good, a little high from the fancy wine and dressed in a black suit and tie. At least I’ll make a good impression on the couple, and hey if it doesn’t work out, I might just pick some chio thing up looking like I did
Whatsapp from John: We’ve arrived. I’m in a white shirt and jeans, Yuko is in a tight black dress and boots.
Me: Sounds hot. Almost there.
I take the escalator from the street up to the bar, sort of a nervous anticipation like heading up to the heavenly gates. I walk up, look around….
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I take the escalator from the street up to the bar, sort of a nervous anticipation like heading up to the heavenly gates. I walk up, look around. The bar is pretty loud with a live indie band playing and a lot of younger, skater-type dressed people on the dancefloor. but I look up to a corner booth facing the stage and see an older (around early 50’s) ang mo guy and a stunning Japanese MILF in black. She was in a tight sleveeless dress, black skirt and two inches above her knee and boots. Check this pic out for an approximation
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I walk over - I don’t initially recognize the lady, perhaps more struck by how hot she looks:
“John? Yuko? Is that you?”
J: “Hello Michael, yes it’s us” Grab a seat. We have a bottle of red wine if you’d like a glass"
Me: Oh, yeah, sure. (Still eyeing Yuko, who looked stylish, sophisticated, intellectual and yes, sexy, very similar to the photo above).
Y: Hello Michael, nice to meet you. She looks into my eyes, and immediately I recognize her as I shake hands. It had been more than 13 years and of course I had changed quite a bit during those years! Her hand rested in mine, a little longer than usual. I nervously begin to think, is this “Mrs Yuko” .. friend of my parents? And what about her husband"?
My thoughts were interrupted by John
J: You seem like a very succesful guy Michael. We thought it was a little kinky to meet in a public place, perhaps fool around a little here. Yuko gets very playful when she’s tipsy.
I noticed Yuko was glowing red already, smiling wide. We were in a booth with wraparound benches - Yuko was at the head of the table, in between John and I, who were on either side. She had her left hand in John’s lap, on his thigh, her other hand still hadn’t released mine.
Me: Well (nervously trying to speak over the loud music) .. well that sounds, very, umm, fun. So umm, are you two, married? Or umm .. (I was still trying to figure out if this really was my old Japanese teacher)
Yuko (in a very soft pitch Japanese, kawaii girl accent) : Oh you are so cute Michael. My marriage ended two years ago. My husband went back to Japan and I stayed here since I am a language teacher. John and I are friends.
And how about you? A handsome boy like you must be married or have a girlfriend?
Me: (nervous as I now knew it was “Mrs. Suzuki”).. no, I recently broke up with my last girlfriend. But hey, I have all kinds of girls chasing me now!
Y: Well isn’t that lovely.
She took my hand and placed it on her thigh. I wasn’t sure how to proceed as I was only planning on watching these two. A quick, private experiment in being a voyeur was quickly changing. I could feel my cock rustling under my pants as I felt her firm bare thigh under her skirt.. heart beating as wait staff and bar customers walked nearby, but not looking at our corner booth.
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John has his hand on her other thigh, massaging it. “Seems she likes you Mike. It’s very rare she likes the guys we meet this quickly.”
I smiled at John. Yuko reached forward and took the wine bottle from the table. She took a long sip of it, and I noticed a bit of side boob past her smooth armpit as she lifted her arm letting that tight black top move forward ever so slightly.
She then handed me the bottle to drink (in my Universe, a girl handing you her drink to sip means she wants your saliva in her mouth sooner rather than later)
I obliged, and sipped. John, meanwhile, had raised her skirt a little higher, visible only to me in the dark bar, under the table. Her legs parted as he moved his hand up between her legs, clearly fingering her as I felt her smooth firm jap milf thigh squirming against my hand… Her legs were long and it was clear she was wearing tiny undies. Slutty! I was like, whoa, this is new - do I press on or just watch them like a gent?
I try to be bold -john watching me and smiling - I switch hands, my right on Mrs Suzuki’s thigh, my left along her back … Palm flat as I roamed up and down her back … And I could feel through the thin satiny fabric of her Chanel top that Mrs Suzuki was not wearing a bra tonight… Contd..
Quote:
Originally Posted by
sun814
why not go straight into action? still go for drinks first, you can tahan ah?
Yeah bro, usually try hold out till she’s in th mood
and I had initially thought I wld just be a voyeur n watch a show
So I’m roaming my left hand along Mrs Suzuki’s back and fingers gently massage and squeeze her neck and shoulders. She’s pretty comfortable with it, now glowing red from the wine and smiling at me.. Making cock talk about sgp hot weather, property, work, travel. John leans forward and gives her a kiss on the lips.. Nothing wild, lips touch for maybe 2…3 seconds.. Mouth not opened. My dick twitched slightly though at the idea of me massaging his ‘friend’s" shoulder and thigh while he kissed her in public.
As I get turned on at the unfolding scene, Johns phone rings on the table. A bit annoyed he picks it up, starts talking, then excuses himself to talk outside because the band was too loud. He steps up and walks to the door.
So it’s just me and Mrs Suzuki. I still trying to be a gentleman and just massage her shoulder and rest my hand on her bare thigh. She moves closer to me and leans her face close to mine:
Her: you are very smart but shy young man (in that typical Japanese woman accent) John told me you are very playful.
Me: oh I didn’t wish to go too far since we just met. And I don’t wish to get between you and John. (My arm is around her playfully though, our faces only inches apart.)
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Her: (in Japanese) but he is only my friend. And besides I like you more. And he gets turned on hearing about men who flirt with me.
Me: (in my broken, not perfect Japanese) thank you Mrs Suzuki-San
It felt right, so I leaned in for the kiss. One smooch, two smooch, then her mouth opened and I jammed my tongue into her mouth and started tongue wrestling hard. Her MILF experience probably helped her grab my tongue and begin sucking. I looked out for John, but this felt more like a drunken make out in a club with some bar slut, than a classy and respected Language teacher. My Johnson was well tented under the table.
With one hand around her shoulder, my other crept along her thigh, firm and toned from those morning tai tai classes at the gym. Drunkenly sucking each other’s mouths in a dark bar corner, I snaked my fingers atop her delicate little underwear. Felt a nice thick auntie bush, a new experience for me
. .. Through the hair, tried to find her slit and slipped in a finger. Very easy to do so since she was very slick and wet… Fingering her MILF cunt while out tongues swirled.. And wait staff and people chilling nearby not noticing a thing…
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I slipped my tongue out of Mrs. Suzuki’s mouth and broke the kiss, but rested my middle finger against her slick slit, palm cushioned my a thick mound of bush. Tickling her slit - slipping my finger in and out trying to find the magic G-spot in the dark bar under the table was not easy! I look into her eyes - she’s looking right back at me, a little dreamy a little tipsy I think. They are half closed, her skin glowing warm red from the wine, but she’s not taking my hand out from inside her panties.
A wait staff comes by and asks for our drink order. I quickly just say “one long island ice tea for the lady and a red wine for me” (Yuko had said earlier said this was her favourite alc. drink). John comes back and sits down as I slowly slip my hand out from between Mrs Suzuki’s legs, and place moist fingers on her thigh. My cock is raging and I try to keep my tented pants from view under the table! He seems a bit disappointed on his return:
J: Hi you two, I’m really sorry to have to do this, but I have a client who is flying into town (he worked in banking). I really have to meet him near the airport as he’s only transiting for a few hours. I have to go, but um, I have a room booked at the ___ hotel upstairs. Maybe Yuko would like it but we boys might have to leave her to it. Mike, are you ok with that?
Me: Oh umm whatever umm Yuko wants (Trying hard to conceal my disappointment… but also figuring there might be a chance to have her to myself if I play cards right)
John: Ok, it’s really nice to meet you. You seem like a fun and chilled out guy. (he slips a hotel room card to Yuko) .. room 1415 darling. If you are going home you can just slip it into the automatic checkout box.
My left hand briefly leaves her thigh as I stand up to shake hands with John. He hurriedly leaves as his phone rings again. The key is on the table
Me (in my amateur Japanese): How about I keep this for you safely?
Her: Hai, arrigato Mike san. (something like that!)
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Our second round of drinks arrive just as John leaves. But by now I’m feeling the momentum and that Mrs. Suzuki might not have a Long Island Ice Tea on her mind but (hopefully!) my “long island” keke
We sip our drinks and watch the band.. I als
Me: Shall we go visit this room, Yuko-san?
Her: Oh, ok. He said it is very nice
I ask a wait staff for the bill. I place another kiss on her cute, petite lips, this time bringing her body against mine as our tongues swirl around each others. Kiss breaks as the bill arrives.. I pay cash and leave a good tip so we dont have to wait for the change.
I take Mrs. Suzuki by the hand and we walk out together. We walk a little separately as I hope not to see anyone I know (especially any chio girls I’ve been working on
) …
As we walk out into the evening night, I get a full view of her in the light. Wow, this tai tai MILF has taken care of herself and dressed nicely! Slender, petite, and boots too. (bros, let me know if you want any specific details about her appearance)
We walk to the 5-star hotel lobby just 10 meters away, walk into the door and a side elevator away from the lobby. In the elevator, notice some security cameras so do my best to not misbehave with her!
Walk out of the lift, 14th floor, find the room and open. Nice updated room, pretty classy and def 5-star level.
As the door closes behind us, I waste no time.. I turn and kiss her hard and Mrs. Suzuki responds, drunken kissing but her hands planted on my chest. I reach down and lift her black top off… scene something like this:
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I am hungrily sucking her tongue while she moans like a horny JAV model into my mouth. This is so hot as I think back to my Japanese language classes with the same lady, her typical ’tai tai expat wife’ tea parties with other Jap wives and her otherwise “good wife image”… now I have just fingered her pussy and I’m about to free her tits in this hotel room.
I slipped my tongue out of her mouth and it was kinda cute seeing her tongue kinda try to chase mine in a licking motion as I reached down to lift her blouse up. By now I was feeling in complete control and that she was going along with whatever I wished to happen. I lifted her top off in a flash - Mrs. Suzuki’s tits jiggled out in full view right away as we stood still in the doorway of the hotel room.
Her breasts are 34C’s, gull, perky, fair white, light beige nipples and perfectly round areolas with nipples that pointed upwards. With her MILF tits out in full view, I began to slip off my office shoes.. but told her to keep her boots on.
Her (in soft voice): Why I keep my boots on Michael-san?
Me: Knee high black boots very hot Yuko-san. You look nice in them.
I took her by the hand, watching her tits bouncing with each step towards the bed. I hugged her again, still in my smart black suit and white shirt, kissing her as I reach around trying to find how the skirt comes off. I raised both her arms and pressed her back against the wall so I could see her tits in full view and her hot, white, smooth armpits fully raised. And then in for a deep throat kiss. As we kiss, she moans like a girl, murmuring words in Japanese as our tongues licked at each other both inside and outside our mouths. Grinding her perky tits against my chest and her back against the wall. as we kiss and I reach around her skirt.
Found it was a zipper at the back to remove the skirt and slowly unzipped. The room silence made it easy to hear both of us breathing deep, hot and heavy. I lowered the skirt. As I imagined while I was fingering her MILF pussy in the bar, she was wearing a smaller thong-style panty. The skirt dropped, and Mrs Suzuki was standing there in only her panties and black fuck-me-boots… eyes half closed, body glowing.. as I considered where to take my ex-teacher next….