The Japanese Exchange Student Ch. 02
Date: 20.02.2008
Keywords: Japanese, 02, The, Student, Ch., Exchange,
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It was the first time I had actually seen my life flash before my eyes.
The images of my childhood, my wedding to Eva, her parents, seeing Elizabeth in the maternity ward when she was first born, the look on Eva's face... Her long blonde hair, her delicate nose. These images blended with the fresh, innocent young face of Yuki, our Japanese Exchange Student, as she licked her lips, my sperm still in her mouth and globules of it still clinging to her face and hair. I could still feel the absence left by her finger in my anus...
Was this the end of everything I had known up until now?
My wife, my family? My entire little world?
Destroyed?
"I know what you've done."
Eva had left her words hanging in the darkness of our bedroom as I lay beside her, her back to me.
I knew the longer I said nothing, the guiltier I became. Yet there was nothing I could say. The thought flickered into my mind, maybe she was talking about something else?
Yeah right, at three in the morning, 'what the hell else would she be talking about?' screamed the rational part of my brain.
I decided to speak. To fess up. Amazingly, at this stage I suddenly realised lying would only plonk me into even deeper shit than I was undoubtedly already in.
Closing my eyes, I gently lay my hand upon my darling wife, gazing upon her long legs and the rollercoaster ride of her hips down to her slender waist. "Sweetie," I began, "I'm sorry."
For a long moment she didn't even move or speak. And then slowly, I felt her muscles tensing, followed by a deep, wrenching sob.
My heart was torn slowly apart, like a strongman tearing a telephone book in half. I felt tears involuntarily spring to my eyes and I pulled Eva toward me, holding her against my body.
I held her tightly, not wanting to let go, for fear I knew the beginning of the end would be about to start. She had always said that one day I would cheat on her. And she'd also always promised that when it happened, as there really had never been an 'if', which I'd always resented, that she would leave me without looking back.
Finally, I felt her shudders of tears subside and she moved slightly away from me.
"Tell me what you've done," she sniffed.
"Oh God Eva," I moaned, wiping a tear from my cheek with the back of my hand. "I don't know what came over me."
I knew she wouldn't understand the spell an erect penis puts a man under. Hell, I didn't understand it myself. All I know is that you become superman, untouched by emotion or regret. Nothing matters but emptying the seed. I know its the reason I jerk myself off every night to different girls on the internet. It somehow tamed the savage beast within, allowing me to walk down the street in my lunchbreak and not want to imagine burying my face between the buttocks of every tight arse in a corporate skirt that walked by.
All I am is a man, a weak pathetic man, guided by an instinct that is one of the few things modern society has not yet been able to completely control.
Fuck it.
"Go on," she urged.
I gulped, swallowing my guilt, my pride, my weakness. All of a sudden I wanted to tell her everything about it. I wanted to free myself from the stifling guilt I was feeling, not only tonight but every day of my life. The guilt I felt for wanting to fuck everything that moved. For wanting to taste them, smell them, squirt my come onto them, into them, watch them share it with a friend. I wanted to be their dessert.
And tonight, with that look on Yuki's face as she savoured my come, I knew I had been. And I fucking loved every second of it. If that was a crime, then damn it, lead me to the gallows right now.
"Eva, Yuki sucked my dick tonight."
She didn't respond, not even a twitch. So I carried on idiotically, regardless.
"She came to my office and asked me to take her to the bathroom. She said she was frightened by the storm."
I could feel weights lifting from me. Now that it was out, it was getting easier. 'The truth will set you free.'
"I told her I would, although I knew it was probably not the right thing to do, but I thought it might be another cultural difference, you know, like the one we had before.
I waited outside the door while she went, but I was so hard because I had been watching pornos. I know you hate it when I do that, but I need to, for some reason. I don't know why.
Anyway, when she opened the door she saw my hard-on, and I could tell by the look in her eyes she wanted it. So... Well, I guess I gave it to her."
I breathed a huge sigh, waiting for Eva to jump up and start yelling, going nuts at me, or worse, not saying a word, just quietly packing her things and leaving.
"And did you like it?"
The question took me by surprise. Did I like it? What the hell?
"Um, yeah, I guess I did, but I feel really bad about doing it. I know it was wrong."
"I don't care about all that," Eva said, in a surprisingly cool tone of voice.
"You don't?"
"No." She turned around, flicking on the bedside light. "Actually, I asked her to do it."
What? All of a sudden, I was the one who felt anger. Or was it shock? I don't know what it was, but the feelings gushing forth within me were so alarmingly bizarre it was as if I never understood my entire world, and now it was becoming even more complex.
She smiled at me, a wicked smile that brought back memories of the days before we were married. Her sucking me while we were in the car, while I was driving down the freeway. Crazy, stupid things you only do when you're a teenager.
"I know you've been frustrated for years," she said, a hint of a smile on her pink lips. "So I thought it was time you had some fun again. After all, we only live once."
"Okay," I said, wondering if I was wandering inadvertently into some kind of trap.
She reached under the pillow and removed a pink piece of fabric. It only took a second to realise they were someone's panties. But they certainly weren't Eva's.
Then I realised whose panties they were.
"Do you know whose underpants these are?" Eva teased, her eyes narrowing, the corner of her mouth curling up into a smile.
"Are they... Why do you... What's going on?" I stammered.
"Yuki and I have been, how should I put this, becoming quite close over the past couple of weeks."
"What?" I gasped, my guilt and shame suddenly forgotten. Images of my wife and Yuki flooded into my mind, limbs twisted together, shining wet fingers, tangles of pubic hair, tongues slithering, pinched tight little apertures.
I felt a familiar jolt of the stranger that shared my body waking up, it's tube like body arched across my thigh, thickening, moving, swelling up alarmingly quickly.
Eva held the panties from the tip of her index finger before my face.
"Smell them," she smiled.
I gulped, inching my face forward to the powdery pink piece of cotton before me, the edges of the material trimmed by a simple looping pattern.
I had dreamed of Yuki's vagina. I'd had hour long masturbation sessions imagining what it would look and smell and taste like.
Yet I'd never even seen her panties before. I stayed out of her room out of respect for her privacy, and she was a girl who never left a single thing out of place, so I'd never seen her panties lying around.
"Where did you get these?" I asked, taking a tentative sniff, the panties touching the tip of my nose.
"Oh, she has a pair of mine, and I have a pair of hers. We planned this whole thing. We've been sleeping together religiously."
"My God, I would never have thought. I didn't think you even liked sex anymore."
"No", she said, ignoring me. "You've got to really smell them. Her pussy is like heaven. I take it you haven't seen it yet? It's incredible, so much more beautiful than mine."
"No, I mean, only what I've told you. I've never... I mean, I've never done anything more."
"Well my silly husband, you are certainly in for a treat!"
All of a sudden I loved her more than ever. The distance between us seemed to be racing back to where it used to be. She was my wife, my soul mate, my one and only true love. Even though our sex life had diminished, I'd never loved her any less. And she loved me, of that, there was no doubt.
I moved the panties aside and pulled her to me, kissing her passionately, trying to convey my love through my kiss.
Her tongue slithered against my lips, looking for an entrance, which I gave to her, her hot breath filling my mouth. Her body slid forward and she gasped as she felt my erection pressing into her belly.
She broke the kiss and picked up the panties, moving herself up higher so my penis was pressing against the upper cleft of her naked vagina. I felt her pubic hair at the tip, and the soft flesh of her plump mound.
She picked up Yuki's panties and held them to the light, turning them until she found the centre, the point where Yuki's little pussy would be pressed tightly against.
"Here," she gasped, breathless, her erect nipples brushing my chest. "Smell her. I want you to."
Gulping, I took Eva's hand and held the gusset of Yuki's panties up to my nose. I could see there was a slight hardness to the material in that spot, along with a small discolouration of the fabric, some crystallisation, all in a flame shaped arch in the centre.
I pressed it to my nose and inhaled.
The scent of Yuki filled my very being. Reminding me of the smell I would only just make out sometimes on a Sunday morning when she would join us for a western 'bacon and eggs' breakfast at the sunlit dining table. A smell of hair conditioner, mixed with girlish femininity. There was even an unmistakable hint of the orient.
Here was the absolute centre of her female core. There was such a soft, alluring pungency to her scent that my erection grew harder, and all of a sudden I could feel the weeping fluids of Eva coating the tip of my erection.
I sucked the scent in long and deep. Eva moved forward and together we inhaled the flavour of the Japanese foreign exchange student's private nether regions. Her arse and her cunt.
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Keywords: Japanese, 02, The, Student, Ch., Exchange,