On 9 Apr 2023 at 00:53:56 CEST, "a425couple" <a425couple@hotmail.com> wrote:

> OK, not really bondage, but some coercion.
> I have not posted here in a long time.
>
> Edna and the old Chinaman;
>
> This is my story of how my girlfriend became the lover of our
> landlord; an older Chinese man. Edna has finally agreed to let me
> distribute it. She's added a chapter of her own at the end.
>
>
>
> It's true; Edna is not my wife. We've been living together for five
> years now, but we never did get married. Perhaps I should stop
> introducing her as "My girlfriend", but I don't know what title to
> use, exactly.
>
> That's how I introduced her to Mr. Ho. Possibly that's why he thought
> it was OK to flirt with her the way he did.
>
> Edna's a long legged blond, with the kind of breasts that men long to
> wallow in.
>
> While we were inspecting the premises of our future restaurant, the
> landlord, Mr. Ho, couldn't seem to keep his eyes away from her
> cleavage. I don't begrudge him that, few men can. But it was funny
> because his Coke bottle glasses were only slightly higher than her
> nipples.
>
> We were sitting in a cafe afterwards, to see if we could come to an
> arrangement about the lease. It was close, but Mr. Ho just wouldn't
> come down to a rent that we felt confident with.
>
> I could see that Edna was doing her best, blasting him with her
> irresistible smile, batting her big blue eyes at him, and keeping her
> chest in view. The man wavered, but didn't come down far enough.
>
> We shook hands and left, agreeing to think it over.
>
> "It's exactly the location we need. Even at his price, we might be
> able to make it work." I said.
>
> "No, Matt. We don't want to start our business and then have it snowed
> under by the overhead. If we can't get his price down, we'll just
> have to wait until another place comes along."
>
> Edna was right. She's a woman with both beauty and brains. That
> must be why I love her so much.
>
> "This is the first decent premises we've seen in six months." I said
> in despair.
>
> "I bet if I had the old guy alone for a few hours, I could change his
> mind!" She said, half joking. But only half.
>
> "He sure couldn't keep his eyes off you." I observed.
>
> "Not to mention his hand." She added.
>
> "You're kidding!"
>
> "You didn't even notice? He was running his hand up-and-down my thigh
> under the table the whole time. I thought if I just kept smiling,
> he'd take our offer."
>
> "I think it'll take more than a little feel and a smile for that man
> to waver."
>
>
>
> Ho phoned the next day. Edna took it. "Yes. Alright. Yes, that
> would be nice. I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye bye."
>
> "He wants to meet me, tomorrow at six."
>
> "Do you think he's dropped his price? We should decide what we're
> going to tell him. how high we can go, I mean."
>
> "Not 'we', Matt. Me. He wants to meet me tomorrow at six, and take
> me for dinner."
>
> "You're kidding. You agreed to that?"
>
> "If we want to break out of this hole we're in, we're going to have to
> go the extra yard. I'll get dressed up, and have dinner with the old
> guy. What's the harm in it?"
>
>
>
> We went to work. I cooked and she waitressed at the same restaurant.
> We lived together in a dingy apartment, saving all our money for the
> big push; starting our own place.
>
> It's not that we had a terrible boss, or that we were really
> suffering. But our dreams were beckoning to us.
>
>
>
>
>
> Edna looked completely fabulous as she put the final touches on her
> makeup, before going out to meet Mr. Ho.
>
> "Are you sure this is what you want to do?" I asked. She looked
> completely cool, but I was almost shaking.
>
> "I'm sure. Are you sure?" She looked at me in the mirror as she
> tilted her head to one side, letting her long blond hair fall out of
> the way as she brushed it.
>
> "I suppose." I agreed, Not feeling sure at all. "You seem to be a
> little excited about it." I added.
>
> "It is a bit of an adventure. Our lives have been so boring for so
> long. I'm feeling like someone special tonight, a woman of mystery or
> something. On a mission."
>
> "But do you really think that that wiley old Chinaman is going to be
> willing to come down to our price just because you go to dinner with
> him?"
>
> She gave me a hard look; "Don't be naive, Matt. There's going to be
> more than dinner. If we want to change our lives, there's going to
> have to be more."
>
> "Are you telling me that you're actually willing to go all the way
> with him? Is that how badly you want to get ahead?"
>
> I guess I am naive, as she said. But I truly was shocked. I guess I
> just hadn't had time to think it all through. Everything was
> happening very fast.
>
> "Oh, what's the big deal? It's just our upbringing that's taught us
> that we shouldn't do these things. People have sex all the time, it's
> not like I'm a virgin or something. And even if I was, this might be
> worth it. Get real, I'm a waitress and you're a cook. We can't
> afford that kind of highbrow morality."
>
> "I thought we had agreed to be faithful to each other."
>
> "I am being faithful. I'm doing this for us."
>
> "But, Jesus Edna, he'd like, 60 years old or something."
>
> "That's why you don't need to get jealous, honey. You know I could've
> had my choice of men, and I chose you."
>
> That was true. We were the hot couple in high school, the girls were
> all after me, and the boys were all after Edna. Who would've thought
> that we'd still be stuck in place five years after graduation?
>
> "He's got nice shoulders though." Edna said.
>
> "Nice shoulders? That guy looks like a little cube, he's only about
> five feet tall!"
>
> "Come on, Matt! Help me out here. I want to go and do this, and I
> just won't be able to go through with it unless I can find a way to
> think of Mr. Ho as at least a little bit attractive. Now I say he has
> nice shoulders, and nice thick hair."
>
> "But Edna, what if he gets. well, violent or something."
>
> "I have a little surprise for you. I went to the electronics shop and
> bought a little bug I can carry in my handbag. You can drive along
> after us, and listen in. How do you feel about that?"
>
>
>
>
>
> I kept my distance as I followed Edna to Mr. Ho's office at their
> arranged meeting time; 6 PM.
>
> They came out of the office together, and got into his car. They were
> a funny couple, the way she towered over him.
>
> Mr. Ho was wearing a crisp gray suit, and elevated shoes that didn't
> help him reach Edna's height.
>
> They went to a restaurant some distance from town. She stayed in the
> car as he walked around and opened her door.
>
> The innocent little ritual made me feel strange; I never walked around
> and opened Edna's door.
>
> They went inside, holding hands.
>
> I parked around the corner from the restaurant, and relaxed into my
> seat, listening on my head phones. The bug broadcasted a weak FM
> signal; I had to stay close. I wondered what the odds were of someone
> else accidentally receiving the signal.
>
>
>
>
>
> The scraping of chairs; the rustling of fabrics.
>
> "Thank you, Mr. Ho. You're so gracious!"
>
> Gracious. Hmmpf.
>
> "I'm so glad I could meet you again. And without your boyfriend."
>
> "Yes. I felt there were some things you would've like to say if he
> wasn't there."
>
> Silence.
>
> "I like the way you touch me." Softly, barely discernible.
>
> They ordered. They ate. They chatted. There's something disgusting
> about listening to the sounds of people eating.
>
> Edna made coy little remarks regarding rent prices. Mr. Ho made coy
> little remarks regarding Edna's physical charms.
>
> Ho kept quoting silly little Chinese proverbs.
>
> They left. I followed.
>
>
>
> "I'd better slide over here. If you keep reaching across like that,
> we might have an accident." Edna laughed.
>
> "Yes, this is much more handy. You like when I touch you here?"
>
> "Mmmm, yes. That's nice. Do you like it when I touch you like this?"
>
> "Oh yes. Yes, yes. Very nice, very nice."
>
> I felt a burning in my heart as I pictured where they were touching
> each other.
>
>
>
> They pulled into a motel. I drove around behind it, parking behind a
> chain link fence that marked the rear of the motel property.
>
> I listened to their car door open and close.
>
> "I don't know if you can hear me baby. He's gone into the office of
> the sunshine motel to get us a room. I'm feeling good, and I'm sure
> this is going to work." Edna said into the bug.
>
> The car door opened and closed again after some minutes.
>
> "Room 6." Edna said. "It six a good number?"
>
> "Very good number. After tonight, maybe my favorite number!" Mr. Ho
> giggled.
>
> I saw the curtains move at one of the Windows behind the motel. I
> could see Edna's voluptuous shape; her wide shoulders supporting her
> large breasts above a wonderfully slim waste, which tapered out into
> the generous hips that I'd always hoped would someday dare our
> children. She closed the drapes again, but not all the way. I got
> out of the car; I had to walk all the way around to the front of the
> motel, through the main gate, and then sneak back behind the building
> again on the inside the fence.
>
> Zippers. Fabrics. The sound quality was excellent.
>
> "Do you like them?" Edna asked.
>
> "Very nice. I like, I like very much."
>
> I could actually hear him kissing and slurping.
>
> "I like the way you kiss me." Edna said.
>
> "I like also." Said Ho.
>
> "Would you like me to suck your cock?" She asked.
>
> She never asked me that. She had done it once or twice, but never
> come right out and talked about it.
>
> "Oh yes. Please." He said.
>
> "You have a very nice penis."
>
> "Oh! Very nice, you have a very nice mouth, Edna!"
>
> Laughter, From both of them.
>
>
>
> "Oh Mr. Ho! I like that! Your tongue feels so good against me. Yes,
> yes."
>
> I got to the window and peered in. I could see the gray head bobbing
> up and down between my woman's thighs. I could see her bright smile,
> and her hand on the back of his head. Her hips bucked up and down,
> meeting the oriental tongue.
>
> Edna had often hinted that she liked this. I'd only ever done it to
> her once; I didn't like the taste, or the hairs that got stuck in my
> mouth.
>
> Old Ho didn't seem to mind. He just kept right on going, and Edna
> appeared to climax.
>
> He crawled up and laid down next to Edna, his back to me, and she
> rolled over to kiss him. They kissed and stroked each other for a
> long time. She stroked his cock, and he couldn't get enough of her
> big young tits.
>
> I could see his dick. She was holding up and stroking it; I realized
> that she must have seen me at the window, and was showing it to me
> intentionally. It was slightly smaller than mine, but appeared to be
> no less potent.
>
> He got on top of her, she spread her legs wide. I could see her
> reaching down, guiding him into her.
>
> His little ass bobbed up and down comically as he buried his head
> between her great white Caucasian breasts. She stroked his head,
> neck, and shoulders.
>
> I was sure it would be over soon.
>
> I was wrong.
>
> Edna started to cry softly, and she wrapped her long shapely legs
> around him. She started to buck her hips again, and I saw her embrace
> tighten on his body.
>
> He kept right on fucking her at a steady pace while she appeared to
> have a powerful orgasm.
>
> She lifted his head up from between her breasts, to look into his
> eyes. She lifted herself up and forward, to get her lips to his. I
> saw her tongue moving across the cavity formed by their lips.
>
> He kept fucking.
>
> It didn't take long before Edna came again. I have to admit that I've
> never been able to hold out when Edna comes. The way she squeezes me,
> the way she pushes her tongue into my mouth when she comes always
> makes me pop.
>
> Old Ho's ass just kept bobbing up and down, though. I guess it was his
> age. Libido decreases with age, they say.
>
> "Oh baby, that's good!" I heard Edna say.
>
> "Maybe you thought because I am old man I don't have power anymore?"
> Ho said with a grin.
>
> "You still have it baby. If you keep giving it to me like that, I
> think I'm going to..."
>
> Once more I heard Edna's low orgasmic moans. Again she leaned forward,
> licking out his mouth like an ice cream bowl while she came.
>
> I saw her reach under the place where their sexual organs were joined
> together, to stroke his balls.
>
> "You have to come now, baby. I don't think I can take anymore, please
> come." Edna begged.
>
> And he did. His face contorted with concentration and pleasure as he
> shot his load into my woman, while Edna gripped his ass in her hands,
> smiling at him in that wonderful way she has, obviously truly enjoying
> his fulfillment.
>
> They lay silent and still, enjoying the moment. Edna's fingertips
> lightly traced across Ho's short, wide back and shoulders.
>
> It was cold where I was, and I was getting cramps in my feet. I went
> back to my car, and went home to wait for Edna. She came in about an
> hour later.
>
> We didn't talk much about it; it was late, and we went to bed.
>
> I was woken in the morning by Edna's body against mine, her lips on my
> mouth.
>
> Despite the fact that all she had done had been with my own consent, I
> couldn't shake the feeling of being betrayed. I know I had no right
> to feel that way, but logic has nothing to do with feelings.
>
> I wrapped my arms around her slender waist, pulling her body to mine,
> my stiffening penis against her belly. I slipped my left thigh
> between her legs, pushing my it against her groin. I started to feel
> better. She was still mine.
>
> "We got it, baby." Edna said.
>
> "At our price?"
>
> "At our first price."
>
> We kissed, saying nothing for a short time.
>
> "There is. one other thing though." Edna said quietly. "I have to
> spend one night a week with Quinn."
>
>
>
>
>
> Edna adds;
>
> I've read the story that Matt wrote, and while it's technically
> accurate, I feel that I should add a few things.
>
> The first time I met Quinn, I thought there was something special
> about him. A certain strength.
>
> Still, it was the property that Matt and I needed so desperately that
> drove me to do what I did.
>
> Women with the looks I have are hit on by men constantly. I don't
> mind the stares. Young and old, men's eyes follow me down the street.
> I enjoy being admired, and I don't mind sharing my beauty with the
> world.
>
> But some men seem to think that I must be for sale. Several times
> wealthy men have offered to keep me. A nice apartment, a car, and an
> allowance if I'll be their mistress. But I don't want to be kept. I
> want to be my own woman, I want to pay my own way. I don't want to
> live from my looks, and windup as one of those hopeless has beens at
> age 40.
>
> The first time Quinn touched me, in the café with Matt sitting right
> there, I was surprised to find that I didn't mind. I thought it was
> pretty funny, actually. As if this short old man would have a chance
> against Matt; young, tall, and handsome.
>
> The audacity of it impressed me, though.
>
> I flirted with him then, and did nothing to discourage him, hoping he
> would soften his bargaining position.
>
> He didn't, of course, not then. But somehow, I knew he would call. And
> I knew what he would want. If I had felt repulsed by him, I wouldn't
> have done it. But I have to admit that I also wouldn't have done it
> if it weren't for Matt and my ambitions. I had thought I would never
> sell myself, but I had to do something now. I was tired of being a
> waitress.
>
> Having said all of that, I was surprised to find myself feeling quite
> excited even before I went to meet Quinn that first night.
>
> I suppose everyone will think it some kind of father fascination.
> Perhaps that's true, I don't really care. What I do know is that I
> found Quinn inexplicably attractive. It wasn't his physical
> appearance; Quinn is a rather handsome man, for his age, but it's
> difficult for a woman to be attracted to man so much shorter than
> herself. No, it was something from within, something about his
> manner. He exercised a certain power over me from the beginning, and
> I succumbed to that power; it seemed to flow over me, and then I felt
> it lifting me, and I felt a strange floating sensation as I gazed into
> his wise eyes.
>
> The first time we were together, though, in the motel with Matt
> waiting outside, I was mainly with Quinn for the lease. I didn't find
> him unattractive, as I said, but I had only ever been with Matt, I had
> never fooled around.
>
> I never expected to truly enjoy the experience. I never expected it
> to be the most satisfying sex I've ever had. Despite his height, Quinn
> is incredibly strong. His shoulders are massive, he has a wonderful
> physical confidence, and his endurance is amazing.
>
> None the less, I know that it's unnatural for a young woman like me to
> be turned on by a little old man. Well, short old man, anyway. Yet I
> am. It may be unnatural, but it makes me happy, it leaves me feeling
> fulfilled. And it's that feeling that keeps me willingly returning for
> more.
>
> I love Matt; he always treats me with respect. He's my best friend, my
> partner in life as well as business. He loves me, he's devoted to me,
> and I don't plan to leave him. With Matt I'm an equal, and that's
> what I want to be.
>
> But once a week, I surrender myself to Quinn. Quinn is my master, and
> it's my joy to submit to his wishes.
>
> Perhaps it's because my pleasure is Quinn's fondest wish. His
> pleasure is mine, and mine is his.
>
> Quinn has a wife. She isn't quite his age, but her hair is starting
> to gray. Nonetheless, she is still an attractive woman. She doesn't
> resent sharing her husband with me, at least not as far as I can tell.
>
> I take off every Monday evening from the restaurant, and stay at home
> to prepare myself. Quinn is very particular, so I always take a bath,
> and do my hair and nails before I go to him. I never let Matt come
> inside me for at least a day in advance.
>
> Also, Quinn insists that I shave my crotch, and I always do so on
> Monday just before I go, so that I'm silky smooth. Quinn absolutely
> loves to lick me out; I think he likes it better than fucking.
>
> Mrs. Ho always greets me with great warmth, and serves Quinn and I
> tea.
>
> Then she would respectfully leave us to prepare dinner, which I would
> serve to the two of them when it was ready. I always liked to wear
> one of Lee's kimonos. I'm so much larger than her, that it barely
> covers me; the hem ends just below my smooth crotch, and there isn't
> quite enough fabric to completely cover my breasts.
>
> After dinner, Lee would once more leave us alone.
>
> Quinn is very dominant with me. He instructs me when he wants me to
> undress, and then tells me whether to lie on the bed or to kneel down
> and gave him head, or massage his feet.
>
> Often, he wants me to massage him for some time before we have sex.
> Quinn is often sore from exercise. He teaches martial arts part-time.
> I think that's the extra something I feel from him; that charismatic
> confidence and power, so odd for such a short man to have. It's also
> why he's in such good condition.
>
> He instructed me exactly how he wanted the massage at first, until I
> could do it properly. He likes me to be naked, except for perhaps a
> push-up bra. He likes to be able to reach over and stroke my pussy
> from time to time, it helps him to relax.
>
> I don't know why I find it so exciting to be treated like that. But I
> do. It's contrary to what I believe in; I believe in sexual equality.
> But I always do exactly as he tells me, and somehow I just seem to
> always love it.
>
> He has never been mean to me. Even if he tells me to kneel down
> before him and take his old cock in my mouth, there's a certain
> kindness to the order.
>
> His touch is always gentle and sensuous. He loves to lick me until I
> come, and often he'll alternately fuck me and give me head
> mercilessly, bringing me to orgasm again and again, until I beg him to
> stop.
>
> Perhaps that's why I've learned to enjoy the feel of his penis in my
> mouth; I want him to feel as much pleasure as I do. I love to keep him
> on edge, stroking his body and cock, licking his balls, until even he
> has trouble keeping control.
>
> We enjoy wonderful conversations; we often argue about philosophy and
> politics until 2 AM, and we love to compare our two cultures. I often
> think that the meeting between our brains is as wonderful as the
> meeting of our bodies.
>
>
>
> Last week, Quinn wanted to see his wife and I embrace. We were
> hesitant, but neither of us would ever deny our master his wish.
>
> This isn't some heavy dominance trip; Quinn is very dominant, and Lee
> and I always, always, do as he asks. It is dominance, I suppose. But
> it's sweet.
>
> I took the small Chinese woman in my arms. Lee is thin, almost bony.
> We have been sharing a man now for several months. Perhaps that's why
> I found the embrace so natural. I felt great warmth for her; Lee has
> a truly generous heart. Even though I could be a great threat to her,
> she had welcomed me into her home.
>
> I looked down at her face. She looked serene, so composed and
> peaceful. I stroked her head, holding it against my breasts, and
> found myself thinking that I hoped that when I reached her age that I
> would also have so much contentment.
>
> She opened her eyes then. They were deep, brown and deep.
>
> Quinn hadn't asked us to, and I don't know if it's what he'd wanted.
> But I kissed Lee then. So strange to kiss a woman.
>
> At that moment, I didn't consider this a sexual thing. I just wanted
> her to be aware of the regard I had for her. I'm about a head taller
> than Lee, but she is the number 1 wife. I never let myself forget
> that, and I'm always careful to treat her with respect that she
> deserves.
>
> That night, for the first time, Lee slept with Quinn and I.
>
> We all Made love first, of course. I don't think I'm bisexual, but it
> was an incredible experience. I have never seen Quinn so excited.
> Between the two of us, Lee and I were able to take him to heights that
> I don't think he had ever reached before.
>
> I found Lee's kiss more and more alluring. Her soft sweet mouth on
> mine while Quinn screwed me was an amazing sensation. She was
> returning to me the love and regard that I had for her; she was
> demonstrating that she accepted me not only as her husband's
> concubine, but as a partner.
>
> She stroked my face while I came, regarding me with kindest, most
> loving face that I'd ever seen.
>
> We then took turns with our man; one of us would kiss his mouth while
> the other sucked his cock.
>
> He satisfied us both completely before he came. It takes a great man
> to please two women; he blessed the two of us with his love, sharing
> out his attentions fairly between the two of us. He would mount me,
> and make love with me until that wonderful melting feeling of ultimate
> submission would overcome me; and then do the same to Lee, while I
> stroked him and kissed her, stroked her and kissed him, did anything I
> could think of to increase the sensuality of this incredible
> experience. Finally, Quinn came inside of me, while his wife caressed
> his balls and my ass.
>
> Lee is my partner now, my partner in the quest for Quinn's greater
> pleasure.
>
> I'm very excited by these new developments; I'm looking forward to
> taking it further.
>
> I'm a strong independent woman. For seven days and six nights of the
> week. And on the seventh night, I belong to Quinn, and my only
> purpose is to please him.
>
> I love Matt, and our business is doing well. But I love Lee and Quinn
> also.
>
> I'm having a lot of fun, but I'm not sure how long Matt will be able
> to handle it. I hope I will run a not have to choose between my two
> worlds.
>
> Ace 2001

Thank you vewwy much!

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Have fun!

September 15, 1996