(Dear Readers, I wrote this story at the request of Scott and Etsuyo, a married couple. It is a fantasy, told from Scott's perspective. My thanks to Scott and Etsuyo--real, flesh and blood people--for sharing their fantasy with me. Thanks also to my editors.)
INTRODUCTION: Fantasizing
"Etsuyo, Etsuyo."
When I make love to my Japanese wife I like to whisper her name: "Etsuyo." It is as beautiful as she is. If we make love after a few rounds of saki, I like to whisper fantasies in her ear.
"Etsuyo, I had a dream. I dreamed we were in a bar in America and you drifted away from me on the dance floor. You spotted a big, beautiful, black man and decided to dance with him. You tried to be discrete, but I could see you brushing up against him to check the size of his cock. And I saw your eyes get wide when you felt how big it really was."
"Oh Scott," whispered Etsuyo, "I rike this dream."
I chuckled; as long as we've been married, Etsuyo still mixes up her r's and l's. I love her for her cute voice and her cute accent.
"Etsuyo," I continued, "His cock was so big that you had to have him there on the dance floor. He groped you and was shocked to find out you weren't wearing any panties under your short skirt. And when he slipped his fat cock out of his pants and into your pussy no one noticed... you danced quietly with your pussy full of cock."
"Mmm..." she moaned. "Terr me more."
And as we made love, I told her the rest of the story...
CHAPTER 01: The Flight
Etsuyo was nervous; she had never been to the United States before. Other than me, she'd never even made love to a foreigner. As the plane touched down in Washington, DC, I could see she was tense, and I squeezed her hand. As we passed through customs, I took I moment to look at her:
Etsuyo was 5'6" and a slender size 4. Her blouse hid small breasts with perky nipples, their color between a pink and soft brown which accented her Asian skin tone. And her lovely Almond shaped eyes sparkled when she laughed -- which she did when she noticed my eyes lingering over her knee-high tight, leather, black boots stacked on high heels. I loved the way the high heels turned her bottom up as she waited in line.
We were both jet lagged, and after checking into our hotel we took a nap. We'd need our energy for the night. After waking up, we went down to the hotel bar to have a few drinks. Etsuyo got a bit tipsy and turned toward me on her bar stool. Discretely, she flashed me: her short skirt lifted to give me a glimpse of her panties. But just as quickly as they were revealed, she closed her legs and giggled.
"God," I said. "Let's go dancing."
We flagged down a cab, and once in the car I leaned over to her and whispered in her ear: "Take off your panties."
"No!" she giggled, and playfully slapped my shoulder.
"Etsuyo," I said, quietly and firmly, "do it."
As discretely as she could she leaned down to pull off her panties. She looked at me as if to say "Now what do I do with them?"
"Leave them in the car," I said. And with that, she dropped them on the floor of the cab.
We never saw those panties again.
CHAPTER 02: At the Club
The hip hop music was deafening, and the dance floor was packed. A mix of partygoers, black, white, and hispanic, were dancing with abandon. Etsuyo said something to me.
"What?" I shouted.
"I said rook over there!" And she pointed across the floor.
Following Etsuyo's gaze, I saw two tall black guys dancing in the center of the pack. I knew Etsuyo wanted to dance with them, to see if she could feel their cocks.
One of the black guys noticed Etsuyo's stare, and broke off dancing to wander over to the bar.
He introduced himself -- not to Etsuyo, but to me. "I'm Hundred," he said. He wore a long leather coat and, with his dreads, was easily six inches taller than me.
"I'm Scott," I said, "and this is my wife, Etsuyo."
"God damn Scott, she sure is pretty," asked Hundred. "Mind if I dance with her?"
"Go ahead," I said.
"No," said Etsuyo, turning to me. "I can't reave you." But I could see that she wanted to dance. I told her that I would be close by, and that she should go have her fun. With a laugh and a big kiss on my cheek, she turned and scurried onto the dance floor, holding Hundred's hand.
Hundred and his friend started dancing with her, one in front and one behind. Many of the women in the club were dirty dancing -- bending over in front of their partners and grinding their hips into their partner's groin. Etsuyo noticed this, and did the same: she pressed her beautiful round ass into Hundred's crotch. Etsuyo looked over at me to see if it was OK.
God was it ever OK; my cock was so hard watching her dance I thought I would pop.
I saw Etsuyo reach out to the dancer in front of her and touch his cock through his jeans. Her face filled with amazement at the size of his cock.
Both black guys were surprised that she was so forward but they loved it and pushed things farther. I could see Hundred say something in her ear, and she blushed and shook her head no. Hundred put his hands on her hips and lifted her skirt, enough to see she wasn't wear any panties. "Whoah!" I could hear him holler all the way across the dance floor, and he high-fived his friend.