Japanese

I work for a big airline on the west coast. As an employee, I have an opportunity to travel that most people dream about. Basically, I fly for free, paying only the taxes that a normal passenger would pay. It looks great, except you still have your living expenses in a remote land and our wages are low. Not that I complain, but we must be careful in our planning despite everything we have. That’s why I wanted to stay with my friend Yuko in Japan.

Another time, around 1995, several families camped at the beach with all our children. My wife’s not very swimmer, so when I took a bunch of kids in snorkeling, she stayed on the beach watching us. I noticed that she was sitting with the husband of one of our friends, a guy who had made no secret of her admiration for my wife, and who had reached under her shirt and grabbed her tits as he kissed her on New Year’s Eve. He pulled his chest out of his bra and played with his nipple under his shirt for several minutes, while everyone sang “Auld Lang Syne”. Several people noticed the movement under my wife’s shirt. The previous year, as they returned from a beach trip late in the evening, he put his hand on his erection. She said she felt it from top to bottom, “tight once” and then pulled her hand off. He pulled his hand back, and shot a blanket at them. Under the cover, he picked up his shorts, and my wife felt his penis smooth and hard. She whispered “it’s not a good idea,” but everyone in the car, except the driver, seemed to be sleeping. She hit him up and down for a few minutes, smelling like he’s getting bigger and harder, and a little pre-cum came out to help lubrication. He started breathing, and she thought he’d shoot fast enough, when the other in the back seat, the guy’s wife, woke up. My wife quickly pulled her hand off and ripped off the blanket, so it was just to cover the guy and his hard-on. In both stories, I suspected there was a little more than she told me.