Keith and I got ourselves a start-up venture together some years ago; a local marine services provider for our town.
Keith put up most of the starting capital, and did the billing and bookkeeping while I housed the machinery at my home and did the technical work.
All of the income was reinvested in the business. I had a "real" teaching job to pay my bills. We had to borrow heavily at one stage to keep up with the demand for more capacity; but by the time of this story, there should have been profits, Lots of profits. I was pretty sure that my business partner, Keith, was screwing me! I did the engineering, I knew how many customers we had, and I knew what was being spent on equipment, more or less. Keith wasn't giving me access to the books.
As it had started as a family venture, and no one had expected it would go anywhere, I didn't have a proper contract,
and I was starting to feel... well,... screwed! I wouldn't have felt so strongly about it, if it weren't for Ashima.
Ashima. just thinking of her fills me with happiness, even after seven years of marriage. We met in London, we were both on vacation. It was Ashima's first time away from India. She was, and she still is, very beautiful. Thick black hair to her hips, 5' 4" slim. I don't know how I managed to win her, but she was the best thing to ever happen to me. The sex was amazing. She loved my "Big British cock," and it loved her right back!
How can I possibly describe the incredible sensation of this petite exotic beauty staring into my eyes with lust and then even love, as she cried with the power of the orgasm I provided her? There was more than the sex, I loved her spirit, her bright smile, and her sharp wit. I didn't have a lot of experience, but I knew that Ashima was the only woman for me, in bed and out. I had to have her; I asked her to marry me within two weeks of meeting her. I had no choice, I might never see her again otherwise and Ashima was like a bright light, illuminating my previously dark life.
Before I knew the euphoria of loving her, I hadn't even been aware of my depression. She came from a rich family, hence I wanted to be well off, more for her than myself. Ashima is a very un-Indian Indian person. I suppose it's part of her rejection of her father, to reject everything else about her country as well. While I would have liked to get a little bit into the Indian spirit of things, Ashima wanted to be all-British.
She never liked Keith much, but when I told her of my suspicions, her lovely face contorted with hate. "We should kill the motherfucker." was her comment when it was clear that there was no legal way to get what was ours. I don't like Keith much either, but I was still surprised at her vehemence.
"I don't think that would be useful, my love. What we need is the records and bank statements."
"Can't you just hack into his computer and get them out?"
"He's not that stupid; he knows my abilities. He keeps a separate machine for those things, with no outside line connected."
"There must be a way."
"I have to get to his machine. If I can connect to it, I can download everything."
Her narrow eyes narrowed. "How long would you need?"
"Well, I pretty much know where everything is in his place. I guess a half hour would be plenty of time."
"We could break in."
"There's a pretty good security system up there, with an automatic dialing system. I'd prefer not to muck with it."
"We could get in on some excuse. a pretext. then you could get at his computer."
"He'd never let me in there alone for long knowingly. If he knew I was ever in the house, he'd keep track of what I was up to."
"Then we have to get you in without him knowing."
We kicked some ideas around for an hour or two, and here's what we came up with; Ashima would make an appointment to see Keith, to overtly ask him to release some company funds to us for our domestic needs. She would distract him, let me in, and I would copy Keith's hard drive and look through his papers while she kept him talking. It wasn't much of a plan, I admit, but it was flexible enough that it might work. "How will I keep him talking for a half hour, he could send me home within minutes of my arrival?"
"Don't get to the point to fast. flirt a little. Then he'll be in no hurry to get rid of you."
"Flirt? I hate him! I can't I flirt with him."
One of the things I've always loved about Ashima is how she sees through people. Nearly everyone thinks that Keith is a wonderful, charming guy. I grew up around him, so of course, knew better. "He'll be no match for you and your inscrutable Asian ways,"
Ashima laughed, and said; "I've been here too long already, I don't know if I remember how to be inscrutable!"
"Just work on it for a few days, and try to imagine that you think Keith is an O.K. guy, think of this as a role you would act in. Try to think of him as attractive. then just keep smiling, laugh at his jokes. Get dressed up, he won't be able to resist spending a little extra time with you."
"I don't want to spend time with him, Chris, he makes my skin crawl."
"I'm not too wild about this, either, but it's the only way, Ashima. Otherwise, we may never know how much Keith is taking us for."
Ashima looked amazing, as usual, as she rang Keith's bell. She wore a simple white cotton summer dress that showed her figure off nicely. High heels gave her that bit of extra height, She wore her dazzling jet-black hair down and it gleamed in the fading evening sunlight. She wore just enough makeup to accentuate the striking lines of her face.
"Hi, Ashima," I heard Keith say as he opened the door. "I have to say, you're looking absolutely stunning. Come on in, would you like some coffee?" The door closed behind them. I crept around to the balcony and waited nervously. After five long minutes, Ashima opened the doors and stepped outside. Keith followed, holding a tray with coffee.
"Lets sit inside," said Ashima, "it's a little chilly out here." She followed Keith back inside, leaving the doors open for me.
I knew my way well. The sticky part would be getting to the office door through the living room,where Keith and Ashima would be seated. I'd been up to his house from time to time, and had worked out how it would have to be done. I went from the balcony into the little anteroom that opened into the living room. Ashima had sat on the end of the couch so as to block Keith's view of the connecting door.
"Keith, do you have some milk?" Ashima asked him sweetly, right on time.
"Sure, I'll get it."
I slipped into the room, past Ashima, and through the open office door, my heart pounding like firecrackers while he was in the kitchen. "So, Ashima, What did you want to talk to me about?" I heard Keith asking, as he returned with the milk.
"It's Chris, Keith. He's so stressed all the time. The marine business is taking so much of his time, and he still has to work a full time job to keep things going."
"Has he been neglecting you?"
"Well, he hardly has any time left for me after his two jobs."
"Life can be hard for a young couple, starting out." Said Keith.
"If we could get a little more money from the Internet business, Chris
wouldn't have to work as much." Said Ashima, hopefully.
I put the device I'd built on the desk, and turned Keiths computer around to
connect the cable.
"What do you think I can do about it?" asked Keith, as my elbow pushed a
stapler off of the desk. It landed with a small "thud" I saw Keith whip his
head around toward the open doorway. There was still sunlight streaming
through the living room windows, but the shade was drawn in the office, so
he couldn't easily see in.
My Ashima was quick. Most people would have frozen, but not Ashima. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling her slim young body to him. "Oh Keith! Say that you'll help me!" I crouched in silence, peeking from behind his desk, as he wrapped his heavy old arms around my wife's narrow hips, pulling her closer, the noise he'd heard from his office suddenly becoming unimportant as he gazed into her wonderful dark eyes.
All three of us were frozen for a moment, as if we each knew that something was about to happen; and something did.
Keith kissed Ashima's perfect mouth, his old face so in contrast with her smooth complexion. She ran her little fingers through his sparse gray hair. "Why Ashima. I had no idea." Said Keith. Ashima kissed him again, and this time her mouth was open for his old tongue. "Of course I'll help you, Ashima." Said Keith, "What man could refuse you?"
I got back to my work. With the price that Ashima was now having to pay for it, time was extremely precious.
"Thank you, Keith." The idea was a little flirtation, show a little leg and smile. But now, because of my mistake, she was actually having to kiss him, hold him. My heart was pounding in my ears as I worked. I thought I could hear them; the smacking of their lips, the rustling of fabrics. Or was it just my imagination?
"You're one hot babe, Ashima." Keith was saying, "I've had the hots for you ever since I met you." I peeked out; they were in a close embrace, and Keith's hand was running up and down Ashima's shapely leg; right up under her flimsy dress. He cupped her fine ass then slid all the way back down to her foot. Their mouths were terribly busy, and my wife's fine little hands were exploring Keith's bulk.
"Really, Keith?" she asked sweetly.
I tore my eyes from the gruesome scene, back to my work. I started the download and looked again when I could. Keith had her dress up around her waist, and he was running his hands up and down her silky smooth back and legs. What was going on in my lovely wife's mind at this outrage? Her legs were completely exposed, and her white panties were showing. She had only kissed him, but Keith was wasting no time following through. "A beauty like you shouldn't be neglected, Ashima." He was saying between kisses.
Then another thing happened that I hadn't anticipated; the hard drive in Keiths computer was making a terrible racket, clicking and chirping as it began downloading its information into the one I had brought with me. She must have been able to hear the terrible clicking of the two hard drives; she grabbed his head, and keeping her hands over his ears, started kissing him franticly. I cursed my luck what a racket it was making and only in the next room, I hadn't thought that we'd have to deal with an open door, but there was no way he wouldn't have noticed if I'd closed it. With Ashima's hands busy disrupting Keith's hearing, there was no way she could block Keith's hands as he enjoyed himself feeling up this beauty less than half his age. "Ashima, sweetheart," said Keith, "You need it, don't you? Don't worry, honey. I'll take care of you."
"Really, Keith?" she asked, in a sweet innocent tone, while Keith's finger slipped in and out of her most private place.
"Oh yes. I can give you what you need." he said, before submerging himself once more in her mouth. I searched through the mail on the desk. There was a new bank statement, in the company name. I checked the outer room again.
Ashima was keeping Keiths hearing under control by rubbing the back of his head with one hand. She was holding out her other arm while he threaded her dress over it, leaving her in only her panties and heels. (Ashima hardly ever wore a bra, her small firm conical breasts just didn't need one.)
"Baby, You're gorgeous," he looked my wife up and down. "This is going to be something to remember." I tried to read the expression on my wife's face; despite what she had said earlier, she was looking pretty inscrutable to me. I knew how much she despised Keith, but he wouldn't be able to tell by looking at her expression if I couldn't. My heart was bleeding at how far she was going to protect me; she was allowing herself to be defiled by my business partner.
Keith's big hands roamed over my wife's little body, as he kissed and then sucked each of her nipples. I was feeling pretty numb by then, but when I took a look at the bottom line of the page in my hand, it was nonetheless quite a shock; $985,456.25! I stared at it for quite a while, that bastard was holding nearly half a million of what should have been my money, while I worked two jobs and was barely getting by, and on top of that, he was busily making love with my wife.
"Well, Honey?" I heard Keith asking, "What do you think? Is it what you need or not?" I looked through the door again, it was time for another shock; Ashima's panties were missing, and so were Keith's trousers. They both sat naked on the sofa, and Ashima was staring down at Keith's huge stiff cock in her little hands. "It's so big, Keith! I didn't know they came this big?"
"Oh, they do, honey. They do and it does!" Ashima offered no visible resistance as he pushed her gently onto her back;
her shapely little left foot, still in it's shoe, rested on the floor, and she lifted her right gracefully over the back of the sofa. She was spread wide, and from my vantage point, I could see Keith's big old cock in Ashima's
small hand positioned at her entrance. "You're one sweet thing, Ashima." Keith said to her, running his fingers
across her fine face, "I promise you won't regret this." I didn't understand how things could have progressed so fast; it had only been a couple of heartrending minutes since he'd pulled off her dress. I couldn't believe the bastard was so self-assured with my wife; it was as if he knew that she wouldn't resist him. Why didn't she though? Surely, she
could have slowed him down enough so that I could have been finished before it came to this!
I was frozen; my mind seemed to just stop working. I watched in disbelief as Ashima rubbed the tip of Keith's big hard old cock up and down against her clit. "This feels nice, Keith." It was impossible that he was going to fuck her, I thought. She would do something now, make an excuse. Delay him for little while, until I could finish my work; then tell him she had to be somewhere, leaving the bastard frustrated.
"It's going to feel even better in a moment, honey." She kept running her other hand through his hair and around his head, so he wouldn't be able to hear the soft clicking of the download. He pushed, causing his swollen old cock to enter her stretched open body about an inch.
"Slow, Keith! Careful..." Ashima gasped.
"Don't worry, sweetheart." He said, "I'm good at this, you just relax and let Keith take care of you. I know what you need, baby, and I'm the one to give it to you." I realized now that it was really happening. I didn't quite understand why
or how, but Ashima was letting my business partner fuck her. Why hadn't she stopped him from removing her dress so quickly anyway? The tongue action was bad enough, but surely it could have been kept at that level for longer?!
"Oh baby, I don't think I ever had something so sweet." he pulled out and pushed his way back in slightly deeper "That's the way, Ashima, you just relax now, it's going to feel so good, you just let old Keith in there."
"It isn't easy, Keith. You're so big!" her hand still holding his prick as he slowly worked it deeper and deeper. Was it possible she was willing?
"Bigger than Chris?"
"Yes, Oh yes! Bigger than Chris!" Oh, that hurt. My stomach turned, my chest burned with the pain. But I have to admit that it was true. His old dick was bigger than mine.
"It's almost there, Ashima. How does it feel?"
"Wonderful, Keith, really good. Don't stop!"
"Don't you worry, sweetheart, I'm not planning on stopping for quite a while." When he had sunk his bigger than mine cock to the hilt, he stopped for a little while, and they kissed deeply, while my wife's little hands continued to stroke his head, neck, arms, and shoulders. It was eerily quiet. I realized that Keith's entire hard disc had been copied. I should have gotten back to work, disconnected the cable, put his machine back but my eyes were glued to the appalling
scene in the next room. He started to fuck her, long, slow, and deep. Her hands were on the small of
his back, her legs still at full open stretch.
"FUCK ME, Keith, FUCK ME!" she cried in her baby girl voice, as he started to speed up. I suddenly realized that he would have to come soon, and I got back to my job. When I had the cable off and my machine back in it's bag, I looked
again. Of course, I hadn't stopped listening to Ashima's love cries. If she wasn't somehow, perversely, enjoying herself, then she was acting out a very convincing performance. Big old Keith was pounding away at my slim young Ashima; Her legs were now wrapped around his, and she held him tight. Her face started to turn pinker and pinker, and I saw that vein in her neck start to swell, and she came screaming; "Fuck me you bastard! You motherfucking son of a bitch! Oh god, fuck me!"
Her gorgeous long hair spilled over the couch onto the floor, she grabbed Keith's hair and pulled his lips to her own as she tightened the grip of her young legs around his hairy old ones, in her delightful response to orgasm. I didn't understand, I had no doubt that her orgasm was real; I wasn't sure now how well I knew my wife, but I knew her well enough to know when she comes. She had despised Keith, she hadn't been able to mention his name without a
scowl and yet it seemed to me that she had been a little easy about letting him get it into her; and now there she was, fucking him with enthusiasm, even though she knew I was in the next room; she probably even knew that I could see them.
He held her pretty head in his hands, his motion stopped, as they explored each other's mouths while her orgasm subsided. When he started fucking my true love again, I realized, with mixed feelings, that he had not yet come himself. Relieved that she was not yet soiled by his cheating old sperm, yet sickened that it was not yet over. "Oh you bastard! You cock sucking son of a whore!" she started to mutter after a couple of minutes. She was always vocal when we made love, but I had never heard her be profane in bed. She had kicked off her high heels, and now she put her cute little feet on his flabby old ass cheeks as that vein started to throb again, and she came once more, her arms tight around Keith's heaving, thieving frame. "Oh Keith! How do you do that? What are you doing to me?"
"You should have come to me sooner, baby. I can show you what loving is about!" It suddenly sounded as though she had come to him because I was an inadequate lover, and not because of our financial difficulties. He pulled his disgusting organ from her exquisite body, and moved around to present it to her face. She sat up and smiled a big sexy smile, a smile that should be only for me. Then she opened her mouth, and slowly took his rock-hard, sticky
member inside of her mouth, she didn't appear to resent doing it. She looked happy about it, if anything she looked eager. She looked up at him with her big beautiful dark eyes, tickling his hairy, low-hanging balls and sucking his cock.
It's not that Ashima didn't give me head; I loved the way she did it. But she never seemed quite as hungry for my cock as she appeared to suddenly be for Keith's. "Oh yeah, baby, that's the way! See if you can get it a little deeper. oh
yeah! Deeper!" When half of his big old cock was in her mouth, she gagged a little, trying to swallow it. "That's it, honey! That's the way! Keep trying!"
She pulled her mouth away, and looked at up him unhappily as she continued to work his length with her hands. "I'm so sorry, Keith. I can't get it all the way down."
"It's O.K., Ashima. It takes some practice. Maybe you need to start on something smaller." he paused.
Chris?!" she laughed.
"That's it!" laughing uproariously. Any disgust that my wife felt about fucking and sucking my business partner was so
well hidden that I couldn't see it. I was being forced to wrestle with the notion that he had somehow turned her around; her play-acting had turned to reality, and she was enjoying giving herself to Keith. "I'm hungry, let's eat something."
I saw Ashima look up at him in surprise, her hands still firmly gripping his big hard cock. "Don't you want to come?"
"I sure do, sweetie, but first I want to pee, and then eat, and then screw you some more." Ashima sat back on the couch, appearing completely comfortable with her nakedness.
"Wow; O.K.," she said, smiling up at him. As Keith went into the bathroom, Ashima stuck her head into the office.
"I've got it," I told her, "get your clothes on and let's get out of here."
"I can't do that!" she whispered, "You get going, I'll come soon." An unfortunate choice of words.
"Ashima, get dressed, make an excuse, and meet me at the car!'
"He'll get suspicious! You go, I'll come when I can." She turned and walked to the couch, retrieved her shoes, and put them on. The toilet flushed, Ashima turned, and I watched as her small round naked behind headed toward the kitchen.
Ashima was a woman who was accustomed to having her own way. I had always indulged her in small things; the layout of our house, things like that. I had never dreamed that her self-indulgence would extend this far. I had an overwhelming fear of confrontation. I have to admit that it was almost a phobia with me; I couldn't face Ashima now, and I certainly wasn't prepared to face Keith. I left my old house as I had entered, having gained much but lost much more. I went to our car, and stashed the bank statement and machine, the data bought at such a huge price.
I was in turmoil, but I had to know what was happening, I had to see! my old house was surrounded by shrubbery and trees, set on a hill by itself. It was dark by that time, and I went back up to the old place confident I wouldn't be seen.
I went to the kitchen window. I suddenly remembered how my mother had always wanted the curtains closed and Keith wanted them open. It was a hot night, and the window was open as well. I had to stay well back to be sure not to be seen. Keith was standing at the stove, naked, stirring something in a pot. Ashima stood behind him, wearing only her heels. She had her arms around him, her raven head against his pale shoulder. The familiarity of their casual but
naked embrace was so at odds with my perception of Ashima's hatred of Keith; it was simply surreal to me.
"How did a hot chick like you end up married to a little nerd like Chris?" I suddenly realized that she was slowly masturbating at him while he cooked.
"I was on a four-week vacation," said Ashima in her funny high-pitched voice; "I knew that when I returned to Japan, my business partner was going to make me marry some Japanese man. Japanese men all treat their women like shit. I'm not going to live my life being told what to do. I wanted to marry an American and be free."
"So Chris was the best you could find?"
"Chris was nice to me. He was the first man I ever met who just talked to me as an equal. I knew Chris would never try to boss me around."
"But you don't love him."
Keith turned slightly, and I could now see Ashima's two little hands caressing his swollen old penis.
"Oh, I love Chris, he is a good man. I want to spend my life with him and have his babies, here in America." One hand held Keith's cock steady while the other lovingly roamed around its head.
"So why did you come here?"
"We're getting desperate Keith. We really need some money."
She held his cock head steady and stroked the shaft with the fingertips of her other hand. "So why didn't Chris just say so?" The bastard! How many times had I come here and argued about it with him?
"I thought he had talked to you about it, Keith" she said, bending her knees a little to be able to reach around and cup his hairy old balls.
"It wasn't really to ask for money that you came, was it?" he asked. I wondered if he was getting suspicious.
"I just came to talk, Keith, but you seduced me, I am seduced, and you are a very bad man." She held his cock safely against his stomach while stroking his curly white chest hair.
"Aha, I see."
Perhaps he did, but I definitely didn't. I didn't understand how my life had suddenly turned upside down. We had been struggling financially, it's true, but we'd been happy other than that. At least I'd been, and I thought Ashima had been.
Keith tasted his concoction; "This is ready, let's eat." They sat at the table. Ashima put some of the soup in her mouth, swallowed, and then bent down and put her hot mouth over Keith's half hard cock. "Owee! Baby, your not going to give me a break, are you? God, I want to watch you come a few more times! Why don't you climb up and sit on me?"
My lovely wife broke into a hysterical giggle, causing ripples to pass through her glossy hair, and her small firm breasts to wobble. She slipped off her shoes, and stood on Keith's chair, facing him, one delicate foot on each side of his lap. He held his big cock up with one hand, and placed the other on the small of her back to steady her as she lowered her body into a squatting position until his cock contacted her crotch. She hesitated briefly, then lowered herself further, gyrating her hips slightly, slowly impaling herself on his organ, working it carefully into herself. When her weight was on his lap, she let her legs swing free. Her head was level with his in this position, she wrapped her arms around his thick neck once more. "This is nice." She told him.
"Here, baby, open wide." holding his spoon to her mouth. "You've already filled me, Keith." Ashima said, "You want to fill my other end too?"
"That's right, sweetheart, I want to take care of you all over. Open up now."
"Yes, Daddy," Ashima said with a laugh, opening her mouth while Keith fed her. Keith stroked her with one hand and fed her with the other. They spoke very quietly, I could no longer hear what was being said, but Ashima would
giggle or laugh from time to time. Every now and then she would twist her hips from side to side, pivoting her
body on his cock and brushing her hard nipples against his chest. I think she was passing some of the soup he was feeding her back into his mouth since she was occasionally kissing him immediately after taking a mouthful.
In the hour since we'd arrived here, she had apparently come to be more amorous with Keith than she had ever been with me. I had thought Ashima and I had been having great sex; but I had never known sex like I was seeing now,
between Keith and my wife. Their passion appeared to be on another level, in the brief time they had been intimate with each other, they had somehow learned exactly how to please each other. They should have been worlds apart, she was so small and Keith so big, he was twice her age at least, not to mention the cultural thing. But it seemed that once they had started, there was no way they could keep their hands (not to mention other parts) off of each other.
She kept up the small movements of her pelvis intermittently, just to keep them both eager while they leisurely finished their strange meal. Amidst my intense pain, I realized that in part it was due to an erection. The extreme sexual tension from the room was spilling through the open window. I removed my own organ, and despite my shame, stroked it. Keith finished feeding them both, and he lifted his weight from the chair. He put both hands under her firm round ass, and he stood in a low squat, Ashima's slight weight still on his thighs. "You hardly weigh a thing, Ashima, you'll have to come for dinner more often." He started to rock her up and down.
"Oh Keith! Keith!" she cried, "What are you doing to me now? You're such an asshole, why are you doing this? Oh Keith, God, that feels great!" I had a flashback; my mother and Keith together, when I was ten. I had crept to the window then too. Was this whole thing some sort of weird Freudian wish of mine? Ashima was coming again, her arms and legs holding her small body onto Keith's large one like a parasite on it's host. Her little hands roamed over his head and neck, as they had done earlier, but now it was only for pleasure, I ejaculated into the flowerbed, but I took no pleasure from it.
I would have described Keith's body as "flabby." I now had to admit that this wasn't true, he was just big. He was amazingly lean and muscled, and I realized that he must have had time for a lot of exercise. I'd had to give up my sport to work all the time. He took a step backward and sat back down in the chair, my Ashima still heaving, clutching him.
"Tell me you love my cock."
"Oh, I do, Keith." Ashima replied; "It's the most wonderful cock in the world, I want to just keep it in me forever!"
"Let's take this to the bedroom?"
"It's getting late, I'd better call Chris." My heart lifted! She would call me, get dressed, and return to me! And I was sure Keith had not come! Perhaps he couldn't, he was old. Maybe he was no longer able! There was a phone on the table, and Keith passed it to her. She dialled, and I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket. I walked quickly away, so as to
be able to talk.
"Chris, you know I told you I was going to visit Meg, Well, she's in a bad way, and I'm going to sleep here tonight."
Crushed, crushed again, "Ashima, get out of there, come meet me at the car!"
"You go on home, Chris, and I'll see you tomorrow."
"PLEASE Ashima, PLEASE! We did what we had to do, now come home with me!" She didn't know I'd been at the window; I was thinking we could sweep this under the carpet, pretend that she had only done what she'd had to,
pretend that she hadn't had better sex with my business partner than I had ever been able to give her.
"There are some leftovers in the fridge, just put it in the oven and heat it up."
"Ashima, I'm your husband, you're my wife! You must come with me!"
"Oh, don't worry about me, sweetie, I'll be fine. Yes, I'll give Meg your regards, Bye bye."
"NO, Ashima, NO!" but she hung up. I didn't understand. I thought she loved me, but she was happily turning a
knife in my chest now; she was not only cheating, but rubbing my face in it. I turned around. I could still see them, they were still on the chair. Keith's old cock was in her still, and had been while she had talked to me, sending me away.
I believe that Keith had flipped some kind of switch in Ashima's psyche; revulsion and attraction being two sides of the same coin, Ashima was now as attracted to Keith as she had been previously disgusted, or perhaps she had always tried to maintain her dislike for him to cover a deeper, unwelcome, attraction for him.
Keith's large hands were on Ashima's hips, and her slim arms were around his thick neck, as she started to move her pelvis backward and forward again. She tossed her head, to flick her long hair out of the way so she could kiss him. I was no longer part of her universe; I could see that she was totally engrossed in what she was doing. She was enjoying herself, and had no intention of stopping.
Keith lifted her off of himself and stood up. Lifting my small wife easily in his arms, he carried her into his bedroom.
Keith did finally have his orgasm, about ten or fifteen minutes later. I was watching through the bedroom window. I couldn't see much, but I could hear them. "Do you want me to come, Ashima?"
"Oh yes, Keith! Come, come in me!" I could see his ass moving up and down as he drove onward.
"Deep? You want it deep inside?"
"Yes Keith! As deep as you can! Shit, Keith. I want to feel it now. Stop teasing and give it to me, Keith!" He stopped suddenly, I could hear him groan out his orgasm!
"Here it comes, Baby! You want it?" I saw Ashima's legs wrap around him once more.
"Yes, Keith! I want it, do it, give it to me!"
"Do you feel it, Ashima?"
"Yes Keith, it's hot and good. You're such a bastard, Keith."
It was very quiet after that, and the night was getting chilly, so I went home. Ashima returned around noon the next day, and we had a huge fight. "Why did you have to stay all night?!" I demanded
"I had no choice! Once I had gone that far, there was no way to turn back!"
"You never had to go that far!"
"Keith would have caught you and beaten you to a pulp if I hadn't thrown myself on him when you started to rummage around in there like a bull in a china shop!" She started to cry; I can never refuse her when she cries. "I sacrificed myself for you, for your stupid paranoia! I let that ape abuse me so you could get at his worthless files!"
"Worthless? He owes us nearly half a million dollars, and I have the proof!" I told her. I decided to skip over Ashima's having so clearly enjoyed her time with my business partner. In hindsight, I suppose that was a mistake.
Her pretty mouth dropped open in shock. "It was true? Keith has been robbing us?"
"Blind."
We made up, and made love. Real love, not like that fucking that she had done with Keith. There was one little shocker left for me that day though; when I removed her dress, she had nothing on underneath, and her pussy was now shaved.
Keith called me a couple of days later; "Hey, Chris! I've got some good news for you. all of our debts are paid off, and it's time to pay a dividend! We'll have to talk about how you want to do the accounting, but you can have up to four hundred thousand if you want."
This was all a couple of years ago. Now I only work at our firm, and things are going very well. Ashima finally got pregnant, we have a lovely daughter, and I'm pretty sure that I'm the biological business partner. I never figured exactly out why Keith had suddenly come clean about the money. Perhaps he had missed that one bank statement I took, or maybe he wanted things to be comfortable for Ashima, now that she was his lover? Who knows, maybe he was telling the truth about it, and had intended to pay me my share the whole time?
We have a girl now to do the day-to-day secretarial work, and Ashima does the accounting once a week, up at Keith's house. I upgraded Keith's computers and bugged his entire house while I was at it. That's how I know that Ashima and Keith are still lovers. It was hot and heavy between them for the first couple of months; they were doing it in every position in every room of the house. They used to play some strange games; sometimes Ashima would run around
naked, and Keith would chase her down. When he caught her, he'd pin her down and fuck her really hard.
Sometimes she would call him really terrible names while he fucked her; other times, she'd be sweet. Sometimes I heard her calling him "Daddy." I don't think he liked that very much. She dresses up sometimes in fishnet stockings with garter belt and high heels like a porn Queen. Once or twice I saw her up there in some sexy lingerie that I never saw her wear at home. I suppose, I should have confronted Ashima about it; but the fact is, I'm afraid, afraid of losing her.
We're still happy together, at least for six days a week. But When I watch Ashima and Keith having sex, it's obvious that he somehow does something for Ashima that I don't. It isn't just that Keith has a big dick; that's much too simplistic. He somehow presses Ashima's buttons, the lust in her eyes as his hands roam over her body can't be ignored. Yet their relationship is weird, somehow; they bicker and argue constantly. Recently, I overheard them arguing while they were doing it, "You're completely wrong, Ashima. You shouldn't talk about things you know nothing about. Spread your legs, honey, and let me lick you out."
"How do you know I don't know about it? Oh, lick it, Keith! I learned all about it in school." and after some more of that
"You're full of shit Keith! You just read it all in some popular magazine. That's enough now, give me your dick!. ahhh, you're an asshole, Keith, but that feels good."
You're a smartass little bitch Ashima, but you're so damn cute, I just can't keep my hands off of you."
"Ow! Take it easy Keith! Oh, god,Oh Keith."
"Baby, I never get bored of watching you come."
I'm afraid that if I force her to choose between us, she might choose him. How would I ever be able to live with that? So I pretend to be ******* that I know what's going on.
Ashima did actually practice deep throating on me, and as soon as she had succeeded in getting my smaller cock all the way down (Which was great, by the way) she started to work on Keith until she could do him, too. Of course it hurt me, the suspicion that the only reason she was so happy to give me head was to practice on me. But when she does it, she really seems to enjoy it, I'm sure she wants to please me at least as much as she want to please Keith.
They both really love oral. Ashima loves to suck cock; she never seems to get bored of it. She loves to keep me (As well as Keith, I'm afraid) on the edge for a long time before making me come while watching my face intently. I love to lick her out as well, but I can never seem to make her come with my tongue the way Keith can.
I would go up to watch fairly regularly at first, if the weather was ok, But since they cooled down, I mostly listen from home if I want to know what's going on up there. Ashima doesn't seem to be so interested in Keith anymore, but if he insists, she lets him fuck her, or she blows him. Sometimes, though, I can't resist the urge, and I sneak up to my old house again. As always, Keith leaves the curtains open, so it's easy to hide in the bushes and watch him make love with my wife. The pain is terrible, but if it's going to happen, I figure I might as well get some pleasure from it. I'm sure that Ashima will stop screwing Keith soon; it's just a waiting game. I'm sure she loves me, and I'm sure she doesn't love Keith, so she must soon tire of him. And when she does, she'll be mine again.
Keith put up most of the starting capital, and did the billing and bookkeeping while I housed the machinery at my home and did the technical work.
All of the income was reinvested in the business. I had a "real" teaching job to pay my bills. We had to borrow heavily at one stage to keep up with the demand for more capacity; but by the time of this story, there should have been profits, Lots of profits. I was pretty sure that my business partner, Keith, was screwing me! I did the engineering, I knew how many customers we had, and I knew what was being spent on equipment, more or less. Keith wasn't giving me access to the books.
As it had started as a family venture, and no one had expected it would go anywhere, I didn't have a proper contract,
and I was starting to feel... well,... screwed! I wouldn't have felt so strongly about it, if it weren't for Ashima.
Ashima. just thinking of her fills me with happiness, even after seven years of marriage. We met in London, we were both on vacation. It was Ashima's first time away from India. She was, and she still is, very beautiful. Thick black hair to her hips, 5' 4" slim. I don't know how I managed to win her, but she was the best thing to ever happen to me. The sex was amazing. She loved my "Big British cock," and it loved her right back!
How can I possibly describe the incredible sensation of this petite exotic beauty staring into my eyes with lust and then even love, as she cried with the power of the orgasm I provided her? There was more than the sex, I loved her spirit, her bright smile, and her sharp wit. I didn't have a lot of experience, but I knew that Ashima was the only woman for me, in bed and out. I had to have her; I asked her to marry me within two weeks of meeting her. I had no choice, I might never see her again otherwise and Ashima was like a bright light, illuminating my previously dark life.
Before I knew the euphoria of loving her, I hadn't even been aware of my depression. She came from a rich family, hence I wanted to be well off, more for her than myself. Ashima is a very un-Indian Indian person. I suppose it's part of her rejection of her father, to reject everything else about her country as well. While I would have liked to get a little bit into the Indian spirit of things, Ashima wanted to be all-British.
She never liked Keith much, but when I told her of my suspicions, her lovely face contorted with hate. "We should kill the motherfucker." was her comment when it was clear that there was no legal way to get what was ours. I don't like Keith much either, but I was still surprised at her vehemence.
"I don't think that would be useful, my love. What we need is the records and bank statements."
"Can't you just hack into his computer and get them out?"
"He's not that stupid; he knows my abilities. He keeps a separate machine for those things, with no outside line connected."
"There must be a way."
"I have to get to his machine. If I can connect to it, I can download everything."
Her narrow eyes narrowed. "How long would you need?"
"Well, I pretty much know where everything is in his place. I guess a half hour would be plenty of time."
"We could break in."
"There's a pretty good security system up there, with an automatic dialing system. I'd prefer not to muck with it."
"We could get in on some excuse. a pretext. then you could get at his computer."
"He'd never let me in there alone for long knowingly. If he knew I was ever in the house, he'd keep track of what I was up to."
"Then we have to get you in without him knowing."
We kicked some ideas around for an hour or two, and here's what we came up with; Ashima would make an appointment to see Keith, to overtly ask him to release some company funds to us for our domestic needs. She would distract him, let me in, and I would copy Keith's hard drive and look through his papers while she kept him talking. It wasn't much of a plan, I admit, but it was flexible enough that it might work. "How will I keep him talking for a half hour, he could send me home within minutes of my arrival?"
"Don't get to the point to fast. flirt a little. Then he'll be in no hurry to get rid of you."
"Flirt? I hate him! I can't I flirt with him."
One of the things I've always loved about Ashima is how she sees through people. Nearly everyone thinks that Keith is a wonderful, charming guy. I grew up around him, so of course, knew better. "He'll be no match for you and your inscrutable Asian ways,"
Ashima laughed, and said; "I've been here too long already, I don't know if I remember how to be inscrutable!"
"Just work on it for a few days, and try to imagine that you think Keith is an O.K. guy, think of this as a role you would act in. Try to think of him as attractive. then just keep smiling, laugh at his jokes. Get dressed up, he won't be able to resist spending a little extra time with you."
"I don't want to spend time with him, Chris, he makes my skin crawl."
"I'm not too wild about this, either, but it's the only way, Ashima. Otherwise, we may never know how much Keith is taking us for."
Ashima looked amazing, as usual, as she rang Keith's bell. She wore a simple white cotton summer dress that showed her figure off nicely. High heels gave her that bit of extra height, She wore her dazzling jet-black hair down and it gleamed in the fading evening sunlight. She wore just enough makeup to accentuate the striking lines of her face.
"Hi, Ashima," I heard Keith say as he opened the door. "I have to say, you're looking absolutely stunning. Come on in, would you like some coffee?" The door closed behind them. I crept around to the balcony and waited nervously. After five long minutes, Ashima opened the doors and stepped outside. Keith followed, holding a tray with coffee.
"Lets sit inside," said Ashima, "it's a little chilly out here." She followed Keith back inside, leaving the doors open for me.
I knew my way well. The sticky part would be getting to the office door through the living room,where Keith and Ashima would be seated. I'd been up to his house from time to time, and had worked out how it would have to be done. I went from the balcony into the little anteroom that opened into the living room. Ashima had sat on the end of the couch so as to block Keith's view of the connecting door.
"Keith, do you have some milk?" Ashima asked him sweetly, right on time.
"Sure, I'll get it."
I slipped into the room, past Ashima, and through the open office door, my heart pounding like firecrackers while he was in the kitchen. "So, Ashima, What did you want to talk to me about?" I heard Keith asking, as he returned with the milk.
"It's Chris, Keith. He's so stressed all the time. The marine business is taking so much of his time, and he still has to work a full time job to keep things going."
"Has he been neglecting you?"
"Well, he hardly has any time left for me after his two jobs."
"Life can be hard for a young couple, starting out." Said Keith.
"If we could get a little more money from the Internet business, Chris
wouldn't have to work as much." Said Ashima, hopefully.
I put the device I'd built on the desk, and turned Keiths computer around to
connect the cable.
"What do you think I can do about it?" asked Keith, as my elbow pushed a
stapler off of the desk. It landed with a small "thud" I saw Keith whip his
head around toward the open doorway. There was still sunlight streaming
through the living room windows, but the shade was drawn in the office, so
he couldn't easily see in.
My Ashima was quick. Most people would have frozen, but not Ashima. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling her slim young body to him. "Oh Keith! Say that you'll help me!" I crouched in silence, peeking from behind his desk, as he wrapped his heavy old arms around my wife's narrow hips, pulling her closer, the noise he'd heard from his office suddenly becoming unimportant as he gazed into her wonderful dark eyes.
All three of us were frozen for a moment, as if we each knew that something was about to happen; and something did.
Keith kissed Ashima's perfect mouth, his old face so in contrast with her smooth complexion. She ran her little fingers through his sparse gray hair. "Why Ashima. I had no idea." Said Keith. Ashima kissed him again, and this time her mouth was open for his old tongue. "Of course I'll help you, Ashima." Said Keith, "What man could refuse you?"
I got back to my work. With the price that Ashima was now having to pay for it, time was extremely precious.
"Thank you, Keith." The idea was a little flirtation, show a little leg and smile. But now, because of my mistake, she was actually having to kiss him, hold him. My heart was pounding in my ears as I worked. I thought I could hear them; the smacking of their lips, the rustling of fabrics. Or was it just my imagination?
"You're one hot babe, Ashima." Keith was saying, "I've had the hots for you ever since I met you." I peeked out; they were in a close embrace, and Keith's hand was running up and down Ashima's shapely leg; right up under her flimsy dress. He cupped her fine ass then slid all the way back down to her foot. Their mouths were terribly busy, and my wife's fine little hands were exploring Keith's bulk.
"Really, Keith?" she asked sweetly.
I tore my eyes from the gruesome scene, back to my work. I started the download and looked again when I could. Keith had her dress up around her waist, and he was running his hands up and down her silky smooth back and legs. What was going on in my lovely wife's mind at this outrage? Her legs were completely exposed, and her white panties were showing. She had only kissed him, but Keith was wasting no time following through. "A beauty like you shouldn't be neglected, Ashima." He was saying between kisses.
Then another thing happened that I hadn't anticipated; the hard drive in Keiths computer was making a terrible racket, clicking and chirping as it began downloading its information into the one I had brought with me. She must have been able to hear the terrible clicking of the two hard drives; she grabbed his head, and keeping her hands over his ears, started kissing him franticly. I cursed my luck what a racket it was making and only in the next room, I hadn't thought that we'd have to deal with an open door, but there was no way he wouldn't have noticed if I'd closed it. With Ashima's hands busy disrupting Keith's hearing, there was no way she could block Keith's hands as he enjoyed himself feeling up this beauty less than half his age. "Ashima, sweetheart," said Keith, "You need it, don't you? Don't worry, honey. I'll take care of you."
"Really, Keith?" she asked, in a sweet innocent tone, while Keith's finger slipped in and out of her most private place.
"Oh yes. I can give you what you need." he said, before submerging himself once more in her mouth. I searched through the mail on the desk. There was a new bank statement, in the company name. I checked the outer room again.
Ashima was keeping Keiths hearing under control by rubbing the back of his head with one hand. She was holding out her other arm while he threaded her dress over it, leaving her in only her panties and heels. (Ashima hardly ever wore a bra, her small firm conical breasts just didn't need one.)
"Baby, You're gorgeous," he looked my wife up and down. "This is going to be something to remember." I tried to read the expression on my wife's face; despite what she had said earlier, she was looking pretty inscrutable to me. I knew how much she despised Keith, but he wouldn't be able to tell by looking at her expression if I couldn't. My heart was bleeding at how far she was going to protect me; she was allowing herself to be defiled by my business partner.
Keith's big hands roamed over my wife's little body, as he kissed and then sucked each of her nipples. I was feeling pretty numb by then, but when I took a look at the bottom line of the page in my hand, it was nonetheless quite a shock; $985,456.25! I stared at it for quite a while, that bastard was holding nearly half a million of what should have been my money, while I worked two jobs and was barely getting by, and on top of that, he was busily making love with my wife.
"Well, Honey?" I heard Keith asking, "What do you think? Is it what you need or not?" I looked through the door again, it was time for another shock; Ashima's panties were missing, and so were Keith's trousers. They both sat naked on the sofa, and Ashima was staring down at Keith's huge stiff cock in her little hands. "It's so big, Keith! I didn't know they came this big?"
"Oh, they do, honey. They do and it does!" Ashima offered no visible resistance as he pushed her gently onto her back;
her shapely little left foot, still in it's shoe, rested on the floor, and she lifted her right gracefully over the back of the sofa. She was spread wide, and from my vantage point, I could see Keith's big old cock in Ashima's
small hand positioned at her entrance. "You're one sweet thing, Ashima." Keith said to her, running his fingers
across her fine face, "I promise you won't regret this." I didn't understand how things could have progressed so fast; it had only been a couple of heartrending minutes since he'd pulled off her dress. I couldn't believe the bastard was so self-assured with my wife; it was as if he knew that she wouldn't resist him. Why didn't she though? Surely, she
could have slowed him down enough so that I could have been finished before it came to this!
I was frozen; my mind seemed to just stop working. I watched in disbelief as Ashima rubbed the tip of Keith's big hard old cock up and down against her clit. "This feels nice, Keith." It was impossible that he was going to fuck her, I thought. She would do something now, make an excuse. Delay him for little while, until I could finish my work; then tell him she had to be somewhere, leaving the bastard frustrated.
"It's going to feel even better in a moment, honey." She kept running her other hand through his hair and around his head, so he wouldn't be able to hear the soft clicking of the download. He pushed, causing his swollen old cock to enter her stretched open body about an inch.
"Slow, Keith! Careful..." Ashima gasped.
"Don't worry, sweetheart." He said, "I'm good at this, you just relax and let Keith take care of you. I know what you need, baby, and I'm the one to give it to you." I realized now that it was really happening. I didn't quite understand why
or how, but Ashima was letting my business partner fuck her. Why hadn't she stopped him from removing her dress so quickly anyway? The tongue action was bad enough, but surely it could have been kept at that level for longer?!
"Oh baby, I don't think I ever had something so sweet." he pulled out and pushed his way back in slightly deeper "That's the way, Ashima, you just relax now, it's going to feel so good, you just let old Keith in there."
"It isn't easy, Keith. You're so big!" her hand still holding his prick as he slowly worked it deeper and deeper. Was it possible she was willing?
"Bigger than Chris?"
"Yes, Oh yes! Bigger than Chris!" Oh, that hurt. My stomach turned, my chest burned with the pain. But I have to admit that it was true. His old dick was bigger than mine.
"It's almost there, Ashima. How does it feel?"
"Wonderful, Keith, really good. Don't stop!"
"Don't you worry, sweetheart, I'm not planning on stopping for quite a while." When he had sunk his bigger than mine cock to the hilt, he stopped for a little while, and they kissed deeply, while my wife's little hands continued to stroke his head, neck, arms, and shoulders. It was eerily quiet. I realized that Keith's entire hard disc had been copied. I should have gotten back to work, disconnected the cable, put his machine back but my eyes were glued to the appalling
scene in the next room. He started to fuck her, long, slow, and deep. Her hands were on the small of
his back, her legs still at full open stretch.
"FUCK ME, Keith, FUCK ME!" she cried in her baby girl voice, as he started to speed up. I suddenly realized that he would have to come soon, and I got back to my job. When I had the cable off and my machine back in it's bag, I looked
again. Of course, I hadn't stopped listening to Ashima's love cries. If she wasn't somehow, perversely, enjoying herself, then she was acting out a very convincing performance. Big old Keith was pounding away at my slim young Ashima; Her legs were now wrapped around his, and she held him tight. Her face started to turn pinker and pinker, and I saw that vein in her neck start to swell, and she came screaming; "Fuck me you bastard! You motherfucking son of a bitch! Oh god, fuck me!"
Her gorgeous long hair spilled over the couch onto the floor, she grabbed Keith's hair and pulled his lips to her own as she tightened the grip of her young legs around his hairy old ones, in her delightful response to orgasm. I didn't understand, I had no doubt that her orgasm was real; I wasn't sure now how well I knew my wife, but I knew her well enough to know when she comes. She had despised Keith, she hadn't been able to mention his name without a
scowl and yet it seemed to me that she had been a little easy about letting him get it into her; and now there she was, fucking him with enthusiasm, even though she knew I was in the next room; she probably even knew that I could see them.
He held her pretty head in his hands, his motion stopped, as they explored each other's mouths while her orgasm subsided. When he started fucking my true love again, I realized, with mixed feelings, that he had not yet come himself. Relieved that she was not yet soiled by his cheating old sperm, yet sickened that it was not yet over. "Oh you bastard! You cock sucking son of a whore!" she started to mutter after a couple of minutes. She was always vocal when we made love, but I had never heard her be profane in bed. She had kicked off her high heels, and now she put her cute little feet on his flabby old ass cheeks as that vein started to throb again, and she came once more, her arms tight around Keith's heaving, thieving frame. "Oh Keith! How do you do that? What are you doing to me?"
"You should have come to me sooner, baby. I can show you what loving is about!" It suddenly sounded as though she had come to him because I was an inadequate lover, and not because of our financial difficulties. He pulled his disgusting organ from her exquisite body, and moved around to present it to her face. She sat up and smiled a big sexy smile, a smile that should be only for me. Then she opened her mouth, and slowly took his rock-hard, sticky
member inside of her mouth, she didn't appear to resent doing it. She looked happy about it, if anything she looked eager. She looked up at him with her big beautiful dark eyes, tickling his hairy, low-hanging balls and sucking his cock.
It's not that Ashima didn't give me head; I loved the way she did it. But she never seemed quite as hungry for my cock as she appeared to suddenly be for Keith's. "Oh yeah, baby, that's the way! See if you can get it a little deeper. oh
yeah! Deeper!" When half of his big old cock was in her mouth, she gagged a little, trying to swallow it. "That's it, honey! That's the way! Keep trying!"
She pulled her mouth away, and looked at up him unhappily as she continued to work his length with her hands. "I'm so sorry, Keith. I can't get it all the way down."
"It's O.K., Ashima. It takes some practice. Maybe you need to start on something smaller." he paused.
Chris?!" she laughed.
"That's it!" laughing uproariously. Any disgust that my wife felt about fucking and sucking my business partner was so
well hidden that I couldn't see it. I was being forced to wrestle with the notion that he had somehow turned her around; her play-acting had turned to reality, and she was enjoying giving herself to Keith. "I'm hungry, let's eat something."
I saw Ashima look up at him in surprise, her hands still firmly gripping his big hard cock. "Don't you want to come?"
"I sure do, sweetie, but first I want to pee, and then eat, and then screw you some more." Ashima sat back on the couch, appearing completely comfortable with her nakedness.
"Wow; O.K.," she said, smiling up at him. As Keith went into the bathroom, Ashima stuck her head into the office.
"I've got it," I told her, "get your clothes on and let's get out of here."
"I can't do that!" she whispered, "You get going, I'll come soon." An unfortunate choice of words.
"Ashima, get dressed, make an excuse, and meet me at the car!'
"He'll get suspicious! You go, I'll come when I can." She turned and walked to the couch, retrieved her shoes, and put them on. The toilet flushed, Ashima turned, and I watched as her small round naked behind headed toward the kitchen.
Ashima was a woman who was accustomed to having her own way. I had always indulged her in small things; the layout of our house, things like that. I had never dreamed that her self-indulgence would extend this far. I had an overwhelming fear of confrontation. I have to admit that it was almost a phobia with me; I couldn't face Ashima now, and I certainly wasn't prepared to face Keith. I left my old house as I had entered, having gained much but lost much more. I went to our car, and stashed the bank statement and machine, the data bought at such a huge price.
I was in turmoil, but I had to know what was happening, I had to see! my old house was surrounded by shrubbery and trees, set on a hill by itself. It was dark by that time, and I went back up to the old place confident I wouldn't be seen.
I went to the kitchen window. I suddenly remembered how my mother had always wanted the curtains closed and Keith wanted them open. It was a hot night, and the window was open as well. I had to stay well back to be sure not to be seen. Keith was standing at the stove, naked, stirring something in a pot. Ashima stood behind him, wearing only her heels. She had her arms around him, her raven head against his pale shoulder. The familiarity of their casual but
naked embrace was so at odds with my perception of Ashima's hatred of Keith; it was simply surreal to me.
"How did a hot chick like you end up married to a little nerd like Chris?" I suddenly realized that she was slowly masturbating at him while he cooked.
"I was on a four-week vacation," said Ashima in her funny high-pitched voice; "I knew that when I returned to Japan, my business partner was going to make me marry some Japanese man. Japanese men all treat their women like shit. I'm not going to live my life being told what to do. I wanted to marry an American and be free."
"So Chris was the best you could find?"
"Chris was nice to me. He was the first man I ever met who just talked to me as an equal. I knew Chris would never try to boss me around."
"But you don't love him."
Keith turned slightly, and I could now see Ashima's two little hands caressing his swollen old penis.
"Oh, I love Chris, he is a good man. I want to spend my life with him and have his babies, here in America." One hand held Keith's cock steady while the other lovingly roamed around its head.
"So why did you come here?"
"We're getting desperate Keith. We really need some money."
She held his cock head steady and stroked the shaft with the fingertips of her other hand. "So why didn't Chris just say so?" The bastard! How many times had I come here and argued about it with him?
"I thought he had talked to you about it, Keith" she said, bending her knees a little to be able to reach around and cup his hairy old balls.
"It wasn't really to ask for money that you came, was it?" he asked. I wondered if he was getting suspicious.
"I just came to talk, Keith, but you seduced me, I am seduced, and you are a very bad man." She held his cock safely against his stomach while stroking his curly white chest hair.
"Aha, I see."
Perhaps he did, but I definitely didn't. I didn't understand how my life had suddenly turned upside down. We had been struggling financially, it's true, but we'd been happy other than that. At least I'd been, and I thought Ashima had been.
Keith tasted his concoction; "This is ready, let's eat." They sat at the table. Ashima put some of the soup in her mouth, swallowed, and then bent down and put her hot mouth over Keith's half hard cock. "Owee! Baby, your not going to give me a break, are you? God, I want to watch you come a few more times! Why don't you climb up and sit on me?"
My lovely wife broke into a hysterical giggle, causing ripples to pass through her glossy hair, and her small firm breasts to wobble. She slipped off her shoes, and stood on Keith's chair, facing him, one delicate foot on each side of his lap. He held his big cock up with one hand, and placed the other on the small of her back to steady her as she lowered her body into a squatting position until his cock contacted her crotch. She hesitated briefly, then lowered herself further, gyrating her hips slightly, slowly impaling herself on his organ, working it carefully into herself. When her weight was on his lap, she let her legs swing free. Her head was level with his in this position, she wrapped her arms around his thick neck once more. "This is nice." She told him.
"Here, baby, open wide." holding his spoon to her mouth. "You've already filled me, Keith." Ashima said, "You want to fill my other end too?"
"That's right, sweetheart, I want to take care of you all over. Open up now."
"Yes, Daddy," Ashima said with a laugh, opening her mouth while Keith fed her. Keith stroked her with one hand and fed her with the other. They spoke very quietly, I could no longer hear what was being said, but Ashima would
giggle or laugh from time to time. Every now and then she would twist her hips from side to side, pivoting her
body on his cock and brushing her hard nipples against his chest. I think she was passing some of the soup he was feeding her back into his mouth since she was occasionally kissing him immediately after taking a mouthful.
In the hour since we'd arrived here, she had apparently come to be more amorous with Keith than she had ever been with me. I had thought Ashima and I had been having great sex; but I had never known sex like I was seeing now,
between Keith and my wife. Their passion appeared to be on another level, in the brief time they had been intimate with each other, they had somehow learned exactly how to please each other. They should have been worlds apart, she was so small and Keith so big, he was twice her age at least, not to mention the cultural thing. But it seemed that once they had started, there was no way they could keep their hands (not to mention other parts) off of each other.
She kept up the small movements of her pelvis intermittently, just to keep them both eager while they leisurely finished their strange meal. Amidst my intense pain, I realized that in part it was due to an erection. The extreme sexual tension from the room was spilling through the open window. I removed my own organ, and despite my shame, stroked it. Keith finished feeding them both, and he lifted his weight from the chair. He put both hands under her firm round ass, and he stood in a low squat, Ashima's slight weight still on his thighs. "You hardly weigh a thing, Ashima, you'll have to come for dinner more often." He started to rock her up and down.
"Oh Keith! Keith!" she cried, "What are you doing to me now? You're such an asshole, why are you doing this? Oh Keith, God, that feels great!" I had a flashback; my mother and Keith together, when I was ten. I had crept to the window then too. Was this whole thing some sort of weird Freudian wish of mine? Ashima was coming again, her arms and legs holding her small body onto Keith's large one like a parasite on it's host. Her little hands roamed over his head and neck, as they had done earlier, but now it was only for pleasure, I ejaculated into the flowerbed, but I took no pleasure from it.
I would have described Keith's body as "flabby." I now had to admit that this wasn't true, he was just big. He was amazingly lean and muscled, and I realized that he must have had time for a lot of exercise. I'd had to give up my sport to work all the time. He took a step backward and sat back down in the chair, my Ashima still heaving, clutching him.
"Tell me you love my cock."
"Oh, I do, Keith." Ashima replied; "It's the most wonderful cock in the world, I want to just keep it in me forever!"
"Let's take this to the bedroom?"
"It's getting late, I'd better call Chris." My heart lifted! She would call me, get dressed, and return to me! And I was sure Keith had not come! Perhaps he couldn't, he was old. Maybe he was no longer able! There was a phone on the table, and Keith passed it to her. She dialled, and I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket. I walked quickly away, so as to
be able to talk.
"Chris, you know I told you I was going to visit Meg, Well, she's in a bad way, and I'm going to sleep here tonight."
Crushed, crushed again, "Ashima, get out of there, come meet me at the car!"
"You go on home, Chris, and I'll see you tomorrow."
"PLEASE Ashima, PLEASE! We did what we had to do, now come home with me!" She didn't know I'd been at the window; I was thinking we could sweep this under the carpet, pretend that she had only done what she'd had to,
pretend that she hadn't had better sex with my business partner than I had ever been able to give her.
"There are some leftovers in the fridge, just put it in the oven and heat it up."
"Ashima, I'm your husband, you're my wife! You must come with me!"
"Oh, don't worry about me, sweetie, I'll be fine. Yes, I'll give Meg your regards, Bye bye."
"NO, Ashima, NO!" but she hung up. I didn't understand. I thought she loved me, but she was happily turning a
knife in my chest now; she was not only cheating, but rubbing my face in it. I turned around. I could still see them, they were still on the chair. Keith's old cock was in her still, and had been while she had talked to me, sending me away.
I believe that Keith had flipped some kind of switch in Ashima's psyche; revulsion and attraction being two sides of the same coin, Ashima was now as attracted to Keith as she had been previously disgusted, or perhaps she had always tried to maintain her dislike for him to cover a deeper, unwelcome, attraction for him.
Keith's large hands were on Ashima's hips, and her slim arms were around his thick neck, as she started to move her pelvis backward and forward again. She tossed her head, to flick her long hair out of the way so she could kiss him. I was no longer part of her universe; I could see that she was totally engrossed in what she was doing. She was enjoying herself, and had no intention of stopping.
Keith lifted her off of himself and stood up. Lifting my small wife easily in his arms, he carried her into his bedroom.
Keith did finally have his orgasm, about ten or fifteen minutes later. I was watching through the bedroom window. I couldn't see much, but I could hear them. "Do you want me to come, Ashima?"
"Oh yes, Keith! Come, come in me!" I could see his ass moving up and down as he drove onward.
"Deep? You want it deep inside?"
"Yes Keith! As deep as you can! Shit, Keith. I want to feel it now. Stop teasing and give it to me, Keith!" He stopped suddenly, I could hear him groan out his orgasm!
"Here it comes, Baby! You want it?" I saw Ashima's legs wrap around him once more.
"Yes, Keith! I want it, do it, give it to me!"
"Do you feel it, Ashima?"
"Yes Keith, it's hot and good. You're such a bastard, Keith."
It was very quiet after that, and the night was getting chilly, so I went home. Ashima returned around noon the next day, and we had a huge fight. "Why did you have to stay all night?!" I demanded
"I had no choice! Once I had gone that far, there was no way to turn back!"
"You never had to go that far!"
"Keith would have caught you and beaten you to a pulp if I hadn't thrown myself on him when you started to rummage around in there like a bull in a china shop!" She started to cry; I can never refuse her when she cries. "I sacrificed myself for you, for your stupid paranoia! I let that ape abuse me so you could get at his worthless files!"
"Worthless? He owes us nearly half a million dollars, and I have the proof!" I told her. I decided to skip over Ashima's having so clearly enjoyed her time with my business partner. In hindsight, I suppose that was a mistake.
Her pretty mouth dropped open in shock. "It was true? Keith has been robbing us?"
"Blind."
We made up, and made love. Real love, not like that fucking that she had done with Keith. There was one little shocker left for me that day though; when I removed her dress, she had nothing on underneath, and her pussy was now shaved.
Keith called me a couple of days later; "Hey, Chris! I've got some good news for you. all of our debts are paid off, and it's time to pay a dividend! We'll have to talk about how you want to do the accounting, but you can have up to four hundred thousand if you want."
This was all a couple of years ago. Now I only work at our firm, and things are going very well. Ashima finally got pregnant, we have a lovely daughter, and I'm pretty sure that I'm the biological business partner. I never figured exactly out why Keith had suddenly come clean about the money. Perhaps he had missed that one bank statement I took, or maybe he wanted things to be comfortable for Ashima, now that she was his lover? Who knows, maybe he was telling the truth about it, and had intended to pay me my share the whole time?
We have a girl now to do the day-to-day secretarial work, and Ashima does the accounting once a week, up at Keith's house. I upgraded Keith's computers and bugged his entire house while I was at it. That's how I know that Ashima and Keith are still lovers. It was hot and heavy between them for the first couple of months; they were doing it in every position in every room of the house. They used to play some strange games; sometimes Ashima would run around
naked, and Keith would chase her down. When he caught her, he'd pin her down and fuck her really hard.
Sometimes she would call him really terrible names while he fucked her; other times, she'd be sweet. Sometimes I heard her calling him "Daddy." I don't think he liked that very much. She dresses up sometimes in fishnet stockings with garter belt and high heels like a porn Queen. Once or twice I saw her up there in some sexy lingerie that I never saw her wear at home. I suppose, I should have confronted Ashima about it; but the fact is, I'm afraid, afraid of losing her.
We're still happy together, at least for six days a week. But When I watch Ashima and Keith having sex, it's obvious that he somehow does something for Ashima that I don't. It isn't just that Keith has a big dick; that's much too simplistic. He somehow presses Ashima's buttons, the lust in her eyes as his hands roam over her body can't be ignored. Yet their relationship is weird, somehow; they bicker and argue constantly. Recently, I overheard them arguing while they were doing it, "You're completely wrong, Ashima. You shouldn't talk about things you know nothing about. Spread your legs, honey, and let me lick you out."
"How do you know I don't know about it? Oh, lick it, Keith! I learned all about it in school." and after some more of that
"You're full of shit Keith! You just read it all in some popular magazine. That's enough now, give me your dick!. ahhh, you're an asshole, Keith, but that feels good."
You're a smartass little bitch Ashima, but you're so damn cute, I just can't keep my hands off of you."
"Ow! Take it easy Keith! Oh, god,Oh Keith."
"Baby, I never get bored of watching you come."
I'm afraid that if I force her to choose between us, she might choose him. How would I ever be able to live with that? So I pretend to be ******* that I know what's going on.
Ashima did actually practice deep throating on me, and as soon as she had succeeded in getting my smaller cock all the way down (Which was great, by the way) she started to work on Keith until she could do him, too. Of course it hurt me, the suspicion that the only reason she was so happy to give me head was to practice on me. But when she does it, she really seems to enjoy it, I'm sure she wants to please me at least as much as she want to please Keith.
They both really love oral. Ashima loves to suck cock; she never seems to get bored of it. She loves to keep me (As well as Keith, I'm afraid) on the edge for a long time before making me come while watching my face intently. I love to lick her out as well, but I can never seem to make her come with my tongue the way Keith can.
I would go up to watch fairly regularly at first, if the weather was ok, But since they cooled down, I mostly listen from home if I want to know what's going on up there. Ashima doesn't seem to be so interested in Keith anymore, but if he insists, she lets him fuck her, or she blows him. Sometimes, though, I can't resist the urge, and I sneak up to my old house again. As always, Keith leaves the curtains open, so it's easy to hide in the bushes and watch him make love with my wife. The pain is terrible, but if it's going to happen, I figure I might as well get some pleasure from it. I'm sure that Ashima will stop screwing Keith soon; it's just a waiting game. I'm sure she loves me, and I'm sure she doesn't love Keith, so she must soon tire of him. And when she does, she'll be mine again.
