We had a good chat this morning, and talked through a lot of things. We talked more about her friends and about what she told them about us, and we caught up on our days. I felt bad but I couldn't help myself from pestering her about the guy she kissed. She really seemed to like how fixated I was on it, and kept laughing. She finally asked, "Do you really want to hear?" "You know I do," I insisted. "Then beg me for it."
It's hard to describe how aroused I was to look into my pretty wife's face and have to beg her to tell me more about the guy she kissed. She wears her hair long, with straight bangs cut over her big dark eyes. She looks so eager and innocent. So I beg her. I beg her to tell me about the kiss, and I can feel the blood rising into my cheeks. She tells me he put his hand on her lower back and pulled her up against him during a slow song. They were on a crowded dance floor so probably none of her friends were able to see. His tongue pushed against her lips, wanting inside, so she parted for him. She felt his tongue entering her. His other hand moved up along the side of her breast, and knowing how much it would turn me on, she pressed her breasts against him, letting him feel for her nipple.
Maddeningly, she's wearing one of those modest tops that completely covers her cleavage, but my eyes are locked onto her boobs as she's telling me this. "Oh, is someone missing getting to see these?" she asked, coyly. Blood and heat flood into my face. I must have been beat red. "Yes," I say hoarsely. "How does it feel to know you're not the last guy to enjoy these?" She played with the straps of her top as though she was going to show me, but then smirked. I just groaned. It's so painful being helpless on the other side of a computer screen. She has such nice breasts, on the larger side for Asian women, a full B cup, with super sensitive nipples. She knows I love them. The truth is the fact that she let this other guy touch them was making my whole body buzz.
Min-Ju hasn't been wearing her wedding ring. Partly due to comfort, with all the travelling, but also partly to tease me. That reminded me of George's question, so we talked about whether she should say "I'm married but have permission to date" or just say "I'm single." We had fun talking through the different implications. Saying she had permission to date heightened the sense of the taboo in a way that we both liked, that she was married and so dating others was a forbidden fruit. But we also considered that a lot of Korean guys probably wouldn't understand that, so maybe the simpler "I'm single" was better. Min-Ju pointed out that saying "permission" implied it was my permission rather than her power and right, so it should be "free to date." Ultimately, I told her it was her call and her decision. She smiled and said "good answer."
We also talked about phone numbers. The guy at the club was just a lark and we both knew it. But I think she wished she could tease me about having his number and the idea of his calling or texting made me hot, so I asked if maybe she should give out her number to guys. She smiled and asked if other guys texting her while I was oblivious over here in America made me hot. She liked that. But Min-Ju is shy, and when it comes down to it she likes to feel submissive too, so then I got a little bold. "Maybe any time a guy asks for your number or asks for a date, you should have to give it? Maybe you shouldn't be allowed to say no?" She looked surprised and her face reddened. Then she nodded and kind of whispered, "I like that idea."
Then I got brave and asked if she's been taking her birth control pills regularly. She set her elbows on the table, propped her chin on her hands, and gave me a stern look. "I'm really unhappy with you for forgetting to leave the condoms for me," she said. "I know," I said, feeling embarrassed. "That was your job," she scolded. I nodded again, a little worried. Birth control is a huge trigger for me and she knows it, and truth be told, I think it's a big trigger for her, too. "If the guy has some it will be ok. But if he doesn't, well, then I guess he gets me bare and you just have to deal with that. As for how faithfully I'm taking the pill, that sounds like something I would talk about with my girlfriends, not with you, doesn't it?"
I could tell our chat left her horny. It left both of us horny, but it left her horny enough I think she wished she did have that guy's number.
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