I've been with my wife Allison for 16 years.
We met in college and I was smitten. I liked her empathy, creativity, quirky sense of style, and as soon as I got her in bed the sex was nothing short of fantastic.
The woman would do anything. Her taunt 20 year old body would move up and down my cock any way I asked for it. Once she even spent an hour blowing me with no hands to prove she could make me cum with her mouth alone.
With her insatiable need for sex combined with her great personality we got married right after graduation. We added on a kid and a dog a few years later.
After all this time I won't say I'm dissatisfied with my wife. She's kept herself up. She goes to the gym and her hair and wardrobe are always nice, but as far as sex goes, where there were once there were fireworks, it's more like a chore to her. Wash the dishes, get Mike off, do the laundry. You get the idea.
Every week or so, it's the same damn thing. We talk a few minutes. Assuming I don't say something that pisses her off, I grab her boob, pull down her practical cotton underwear and she turns on her side. I stick it in and she moans half halfheartedly until I cum—and that's it. I don't even think she likes it most of the time.
Occasionally after the kid is in bed she will interrupt whatever I'm doing with a strip tease or will jump me saying she needs my cock, but over the years that has become more and more infrequent. Sex had all but flat lined—that is until I went to Asia.
I went to China because I'm an engineer who designs systems to make memory chips for cell phones. My team and I figured out cheaper faster way to make them and a Chinese company in Shanghai bought the design we came up with and paid for somebody to set them up.
I didn't want to go. China seemed so foreign and strange, and frankly I didn't even know how to say hello. In fact the only thing I liked about the Chinese were the women, I didn't even realy like the food, but since a lot of the other guys on the team had bigger families and more obligations here in the states, I volunteered to spend two weeks setting up our system in Shanghai so they could stay close to home.
The teip didn't start out well. In fact the flight was awful. I'm a 6 foot 2 guy and weigh 220, so I was cramped most of the way in tin can accommodations on China Eastern airlines. To make atters worse, the WiFi didn't work, and the obviously gay flight attendant didn't make things any better offering me a "dink" every few hours instead of a solution for my technology problems.
When I did finally get to Shanghai, I was released into a sea of people so dense it made New York City look like a small country village. I rose a head above everyone else, and bodies smashed up against me as I made my way to where I would meet my ride from the airport. There were people everywhere trying to hail taxis, meeting up with friends and buying food.
I finally found the driver who would take me to my hotel room and felt utter relief when I got situated into a place called the Golden Dragon hotel. It was great place with an oddly picturesque view of an arching freeway with 12 lanes of traffic. I barely glanced at it though as I was exhausted after the flight and fell into a good 9 hours of heavy sleep followed by a relaxing breakfast in the hotel which had everything available from eggs and bacon to Chinese style rice buns and spinach. I got the feeling this hotel catered to westerners as there were a few guys speaking German in the corner.
When the driver pulled up at 8 o'clock to take me to the company to start setting up the system, I exclaimed "Nihao!" trying to immitate the guy I'd heard online before I left the states. He laughed at my attempt to speak Chinese, and seemed genuinely pleased I had tried to say something to him in his native language.
Once at work, I was surprised how sparse the building was. Everything was functional with no frills. The conference room wasn't plush or impressive. Instead it was simply functional with a large oval table and folding chairs around it with no pictures on the walls. "That's communism for you." I thought to myself, and wondered if all companies in China were like this one.
We had a meeting with the owner Mr. Ming, who (thankfully) spoke pretty good English and interpreted for the group. I was frustrated the machinest kept looking at Mr. Ming rather than me when I spoke to him, but tried not to take it personally. I hoped we wouldn't have to work too much together over the next few weeks.
After the meeting, I spent 6 hours attempting to align the system and then Mr.Ming offered to take me out for dinner saying "You should experience good Chinese food here."
I couldn't argue with that, and about an hour later the two of us were sitting at at a round table with a white table cloth and a smaller glass rotating table on top. There was also massive overhead chandelier and I wondered if this was a normal type of Chinese restaurant or if they had pulled out all the stops for me.
Mr. Ming ordered a variety of things in Chinese I had never heard of. When I asked what we would be eating he told me jellyfish, some kind of beans, potato, fish, beef and pork. It was a far cry from the kung Pao chicken my wife and I sometimes ordered at our local Chinese restaurant.
"I haven't had jellyfish in the states." I told him and looked around to see there wasn't a fork in sight. I hoped I wouldn't embarrass myself too much with my limited ability to use chopsticks.
"We have a saying." he informed me. "The Chinese eat everything with four legs except tables, and everything that flies except airplanes." and I believed it as dish after dish came out to our table that didn't come close to anything I had seen before.
"Ah," he exclaimed looking at two beautiful Chinese girls entering through the red door of our private room. "Our dinner companions." he stated gesturing for them to sit. The two girls giggled. I judged them to be around 25 years old given their mannerisms and the way they were dressed in floral skirts and cute blouses. Then, one of them leaned over and gave Mr. Ming a kiss on the cheek before sitting down.
"Oh, so is this your..." I was unsure. Was it his wife? Daughter?
