Going Home

Matthew and K.C. had been married for eight years, but since her family
lived in Japan, he had never met them.  They had finally saved up
enough money for both of them to travel to visit them, and Matthew was
very nervous.

Their first night in her family’s home, Matthew was lying in bed
waiting for K.C. to come to bed.  When she entered the bedroom, he was
surprised to see that she was wearing a long, formal kimono, and her
hair was bound up in ornamental chopsticks.  She bowed formally to him.
Matthew felt his cock rising.  She wasn’t wearing any makeup, and the
kimono showed off her slim body and her high, firm tits.

“Welcome to Japan,” she whispered.  “I would like to show you our
hospitality.”  Matthew swallowed, pulling back the sheet to reveal his
prick, tenting his boxers.  K.C. looked beautiful and demure.  He arose
from the futon and walked towards her.

“Your parents will hear us,” he whispered, stroking her breasts through
the embroidered silk of her kimono.  The door was only a wood frame
with rice paper panels.

“Then we will be very very quiet,” K.C. whispered back, pressing her
slender body against his.  She was a good ten inches shorter than he
was, and he had to bend over slightly to kiss her.  They embraced
passionately, and Matthew tried hard to control his breathing as his
beautiful wife rubbed her hips against his straining cock.

Pulling back, K.C. unfastened the long red obi from around her waist,
allowing the kimono to swing open.  Matt groaned softly and reached
under the soft fabric to caress her lovely tits.  He rubbed her nipples
against the skin at the base of his thumbs, stroking her soft, pale
skin with his fingertips.  His dick was throbbing in time to his heart.
He wanted nothing more than to have a really loud, passionate fuck,
but the idea that they would have to be quiet was turning him on.

K.C. slid her kimono off her petite shoulders, allowing it to pool on
the ground, and then dropped to her knees, slipping her fingers
expertly under the elastic of his boxers and then sucking his cock into
her mouth.  “Oh yes,” Matthew hissed.

“Shhh,” K.C. whispered, pulling her mouth off his cock and then taking
it between her warm, wet lips again.  Matthew reached down and pulled
the pretty sticks from her hair, letting it fall forward over her
angular features as she bobbed up and down on his cock.  He stroked her
head as her tongue flicked over his cockhead and her delicate fingers
teased his balls.

After she had sucked him so much his prick was shiny and wet, she moved
back and smiled up at him.  She crawled over onto the futon and Matthew
eagerly followed, kneeling behind her as she spread her legs and rested
on all fours.  He pressed the tip of his cock against her pussy and
thrust in, feeling the familiar welcoming warmth of her tunnel around
his sensitive, throbbing dick.

“Not there,” K.C. whispered.  Matthew looked down, confused, and K.C.
reached around, pressing her finger against her asshole.  It was shiny,
she had lubed it before coming in.  Matthew sighed in pleasure.  She
had never let him fuck her ass before, but she obviously wanted to show
him true hospitality.

He flexed his hips back, withdrawing his protesting cock from her
pussy, and looked down at his swollen rod, shining with her pussy
juices.  He pressed his bulging cockhead against her asshole, admiring
the shiny light brown pucker against the red of his dick. He held onto
K.C.’s slender hips as he pushed forward.

Her anus opened to accommodate the swell of his prick.  He was amazed
by the tightness and heat inside her ass.  As he pushed forward, he
reached under her and rubbed her clit.  K.C. shivered in pleasure as
his fingers massaged her hard clit.

Matthew pushed deep inside her ass and held still for a moment,
allowing her tight opening to adjust to his prick.  He moved his
fingers in quick circles over her clit, knowing that an orgasm would
make her asshole squeeze and increase both of their pleasure.

When he felt her sphincter relax around his prick, he began thrusting
back and forth lightly in her ass.  Soon K.C. groaned and he felt her
clit throb against her fingers and her asshole clenching tightly around
his dick.  He held his breath to keep from groaning back and removed
his hand from her clit, licking off her juices and then holding her
hips again as he began fucking her ass vigorously.

K.C.’s hair swayed back and forth as she pushed back against him. 
Matthew exhaled and pressed deep inside her ass as he began to come. 
Halfway through, he pulled out and spilled the rest of his cum onto his
wife’s gorgeous ass, rubbing the white cream in with his fingers.  When
he finished, they lay together on the futon and kissed lovingly.

“How do you like my country?” K.C. whispered.

“I like it very much so far,” Matthew responded, and kissed his wife’s
sexy, smiling mouth.