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Fucking Mrs. Suzuki at home, while her son studied in another room.
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Taking Mrs. Suzuki to Zouk night club
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Fucking in another nice hotel
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Originally Posted by
Rasta Marley
Good share and adrenalin pumping story Bro Thor1981.
Just rewarded you with my 10 humble points for sharing; I forgot to leave my nick when I upz your points
Thanks bro
always like humble … i think i’ve given too much reputation in last 24 hours. i guess there’s a limit so will reciprocate when they let me
cheers!
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Originally Posted by
damong777
Ts,
Well written..upz u liao
cheers bro .. will return favour when they let me
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Originally Posted by
sailsingapore
Upzzz you Bro M=69
Cheers Sailsingapore
thanks Bro Sailsingapore
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Originally Posted by
2335 Man
TQ TS for the story. Here’s some points for the hard works
tnks bro
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Originally Posted by
jj_jj
was hoping for more episodes.. Upz!
thanks for the upz.. as a thank u, since there were more meetings with Mrs Suzuki, will write more v. soon
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Originally Posted by
brackjack
never piak piak with jap milf sensei? ;(
Haha only piak piak wit MILF sensei 15 years later. Back then she still married ‘happily’ n i didnt know how to talk to girls lol
Bros, which encounter would you like to read next with the lovely Japanese MILF “Mrs. Yuko Suzuki”?
Thanks bro for your kind words
Bros, majority wins for #1, also first mover advantage for bro Teenboy
Bro MasterJerker, rest assured there is a semi-public encounter in option #1..
will try to write them all up if i can
enjoy bros, as always feedback n questions r welcome.
Fucking a hot Jap MILF, episode 2
After our unexpected hookup in the hotel, and the sheer erotic intensity of it, I often thought about Mrs. Suzuki. When speaking to my parents, I asked if they had been in touch with her recently. They said she was frequently at events for the Japanese language school. But they were not in much social contact with her anymore as we now lived in different parts of town.
At work, after work, and before bed, I would often reflect about pounding her hot Jap pussy while bending her over the business desk, or the sight of her squirting the first time on the bed after finger fucking her hairy pussy, or need I say, memories of me hungrily licking and tasting her anus in the shower with a fully extended tongue.
I sent her a courtesy thank you text the day after I had fucked all her MILF holes. It was relatively polite compared to what we had done the night before. And with no expectation of meeting her again.
She replied within 5 minutes:
Y: It was my pleasure to meet you, Michael-san. Please stay in touch. My kids are still on holidays in Japan, so I have more time for another week. Yuko
However work and a couple of client trips overseas meant I had very little idle time to set up even a short meeting for about 2 weeks.
It was on a business trip in Shanghai, that I met a client looking for a precise translation of a Japanese document into English. Since I did not have the skills to translate, I immediately thought of Mrs. Suzuki. While the idea of mixing work with a fuck buddy isn’t my style, I thought maybe it would be a good excuse to make time to see her. And during the weekday working hours meant her kids would be at school if things got interesting
I texted her:
M: Dear Yuko-san, are you free for coffee one afternoon this week? I have a document I need translated. It would also be nice to see you.
Y: (reply in about 2 mins). Yes of course Michael-san! There is a nice coffee shop near my condo at Robertson Quay. It is called ____ .. shall we meet there at 11am on Thursday?
M: Yes great, see you. Arrigato!
That was two days later .. and needless to say, I immediately got a little turned on at the idea of meeting her in daytime hours. Everyone watching, perhaps wondering, how we knew each other? Perhaps her son? Or nephew? They wouldn’t suspect that a woman 20 years older had been riding that young guys fuck pole only a month ago. The prospect of meeting in a public place, near her home, with people around, was tantalizing. Remembering that the last public place we met involved me rubbing her soaking wet pussy under the table with another man watching…
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I was supposed to meet her at 10:30am for coffee.. at 10am, on my way to the cafe, I get a text.
Y: Michael-san, I am shopping at Liang Court. Can we meet at the Starbucks there?
M: Ok, sure.
It was a slight change in plan. I knew the first cafe she had mentioned was a cosier, more intimate one. The Starbucks was busy, and perhaps she didn’t want me to make a move. Or repeat the public grope fest from our last public meeting at the Orch. Road bar.
I was dressed a little more formally than usual. Wore a tie, to keep things formal in case I bumped into someone I knew. Plus, I knew from having Japanese relatives, the women prefer their men to dress up rather than down
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The story was a simple one in case I saw someone I knew at the cafe - she was just helping translate something for work. Nothing more.
I walked in off the street. The timing was quite good, as I saw her walking in through the other entrance inside the mall. And my, oh my, did she look the part of smoking hot Japanese MILF!
She was actually dressed quite simply, which perhaps accentuated her attractiveness. A simple white tanktop, which conveyed, but didn’t overplay her busty C-cups as her cleavage was slightly visible. And a pair of beige 3/4 length pants, a light green scarf and a pair of luxury sunglasses atop her head. She was carrying a lot of grocery bags, which she seemed happy to put down.
I waved…
M: Yuko san, hello!
She smiled and waved back (damn perv lah, eyeing her exposed armpit and tits jiggling slightly as she waved back.. i sometimes need help!).
I walked over to her. We hugged. I gave her two kisses on either cheek, but resisted the temptation to peck those pretty lips in case she was known to someone in that cafe.
We took a seat at a table, on either side. We started with some light banter.
Y: How are you Michael san? It is nice to see you! I thought you had forgotten me!
M: How could I do such a thing Yuko san? Especially after such a night! I am sorry I had to travel a lot for work, and family functions were also happening.
Y: Oh, your family is in Singapore? You are part Japanese right?
M: Oh, yes
Y: What are their names?
M: (I panicked.. if I revealed my parents’ names, she would surely remember me. And remember that I was little “Michael” from language school).
Hmm…I might tell you later Yuko-san! If you know them, it might get awkward for us both! Imagine if I met you at their house!
Y: (She laughed). Ok Michael-san. (and we changed the subject to how nice the weather was that day)
I offered to buy her a coffee… but she insisted on us going up together. When she got up, I noticed a shiny ring on her left ring finger, which I had missed earlier (I was ogling her right boob and armpit so I was a bit hypnotized what!). When we first met (see Episode 1), she was not wearing a wedding ring.
After the cashier took our orders, I asked:
M: Yuko-san, did you get married since we last met (jokingly)
She sighed, heavily.
Y: Michael-san, my husband and I are still officially married. We stay that way for our son but also because he does not wish to officially end our marriage. I wear the ring for our son, but also to keep face here for my husband. People think I am married, but we are really not any longer.
M: But, you live separately?
(taking our coffees and heading back to the table)
Y: Yes, he lives in Japan. He has a Singaporean secretary who is also his girlfriend. He pays for all my expenses here. I work, of course, as a language teacher, just to stay financially independent. But, I am his second wife, and he doesn’t wish to have a 2nd divorce.
M: (sipping my coffee, noticing a slight sadness in her eyes) But, can’t you insist? I mean, just ask for a separation?
Y: Our son started his school here 8 years ago. He is now 12 years old. I found out about my husband’s girlfriend 3 years ago. He confessed to it, and I will admit, it was not the first time. This arrangement is mutual. I get to remain and work here and my son can complete his education, until he is of the right age to return to Japan.
This meeting was taking an unusual turn. I had completely forgotten about the document I had meant to get translated.
M: You said you were his 2nd wife? And it was not the first time he.. was with another woman?
Y: Well, you see, I met him while I was still a flight attendant on Japan Airlines (ding, flight attendant, johnson suddenly alert!!). He was in first class, very good talker, and told me he was single.
M: I see.. go on.
Y: We exchanged contacts, which could have put my job in danger, but he seemed worth getting to know more. And I was ready to leave my 5 years in the airline industry, maybe settle down.
So, he proposed to me 6 months after meeting. The reason being, he had just ended his marriage a month earlier, to marry me.
This I didn’t realise, until years later, when he confessed that he had been cheating on his wife with me. I had noticed his selfish ways, but being naive, thought he would change, or mature, with age.
M: And, so, he doesn’t want to divorce you, but pays for everything, including your son’s schooling?
Y: Hai.. financially, it is fine. Emotionally, not so pleasant. I also wear the ring because I often get approached by local and foreign men .. if I’m not wearing the ring, they think I need financial help in exchange for sexual favours.
M: And do you ever indulge them?
Y: (laughing) Michael -san! You are very naughty! (slapping my arm playfully). Of course not!
M: And.. John, the guy we met together? Your boyfriend?
Y: No, no.. we just meet for drinks, coffee, some little kiss here and there. He is married, so I do not wish to do anything with him. Even though he tries very hard! (giggling, kawaii girl style)
M: Oh, I see. And when you were a flight attendant, I bet many men were flirting with you?
Y: Oh of course, but that was many years ago!
At 45, she looked about as chio as any chick of 20. And slim, classy, intelligent.. man.. and married… this WAS getting a little taboo.. Since I remember meeting her “husband” once, years ago.
M: (I smiled) Oh I am sure you turn a few heads still, Yuko-san!
as she quite unnecessarily started fixing her hair, arms raised, snow white armpits exposed, breasts clearly being “conveyed” to me subtly..
And a flight crew girl too…. hmmm, how should i make my next move?
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