Average and Regular

"Jesus H Christ Pia." I said rubbing my chin. "I hope that was not in your original job description." Then a thought came to me. "Pia you are not..a ..keeping other men safe on these Home Health aide tasks or other jobs are you?"

Pia wrinkled her brow in surprise. "Ron I am no prostitute. I am wife, I only pleasure you as long as I am wife. I do nothing for no man but my husband."

Pia was concentrating so hard her face looked just lovely, and I started to laugh in spite of myself. Maybe Wilson was a horny old goat. But I knew I had not been able to hold out very long against the determined Pia either.

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It may have been a sham marriage, but I tried to keep up appearance for Pia's sake. Pia was well plugged into the various Asian communities. Every weekend it was a wedding, baptism, anniversary, birthday or other party of some sort. Pia had taken "networking" to a high art form, she seemed to know everyone and everything going on. But it was something else about these gatherings I enjoyed, it was the people and their attitudes. They did not live to work-they worked to live.

I mean they did work hard -no doubt, most all had more than one job. However family and friends came first, not the career climb or corporate rat race. I had more fun with Pia at a backyard cook out then any high end gala bash. No one cared about your jewelry or the car you arrived in, they were just glad you came. I was going to miss this when Pia and I went our separate ways.

Our two year agreement was coming close to its end. We were less than 2 months away, I had quietly asked my attorneys to prepare the divorce papers. Even though the pre-nup gave Pia nothing, I had included a nice chunk of change for her. She would not know about it until after we split. Pia was a proud lady footing half the household expenses. Pia would not allow me to return the money to her. At first I tried sneaking the cash back into Pia's purse. However Pia knew at all times to the dime how much money she had –so that did not work. I resorted to "fibbing" how little the house costs were, but Pia found the utility bills and insisted on paying her fair share. In the end I took the money Pia gave me and placed it in an account to be returned to her after our divorce. I also did things like filling up her car from a 5 gallon gas tank I kept in the garage. Pia never noticed her car got better mileage then an all electric hybrid. I was also able to convince Pia I had a friend who owed me a favor, thus I was able to put new tires on her car and basicly had Pia's rattrap car rebuilt from the gas tank to transmission without objection. The only thing Pia would except was every couple of weeks I would come home with Gift cards that "happened" to be left over from a charity event. Yes it was a little white lie but I really was growing fond of Pia, and would do anything to see that smile of hers.

Pia had a temporary "green" card that gave her resident alien status. Then suddenly Pia was nervous and acting out of sorts, I attributed this to our upcoming separation. For the past few days Pia had been dressing better than usual, serving my favorite meals, even stepping up the frequency of our bedroom activities.

"Ron." Pia began across the table at dinner from me. "I need more favor from you."

"Well Pia." I responded. "Tell me what you need."

"I need to bring Mother and sister to America." Pia said in a rush. "Attorney tell me my money not enough to ..how you say sponsor Mother and sister."

We had been submitting income tax as married filing separately. Most of Pia jobs and income was cash. Pia would give any friend dollars in a heartbeat for a daughter's church dress or wedding shower, or any other request, but Pia hated giving money up to some government machine she did not know or trust.

"Pia." I laughed at her. "I told you unreported income would come back to bit you in your cute butt someday. What do you want me to do about it?"

"Ron why I should give money to thieving politicians." Pia held the opinion of government officials all people around the world did. "They say I need your job money to co-sponsor Mother and sister."

"Pia we are not going to be married in a few weeks, my reported job income will not do you any good then."

"Ron." Pia was looking down nervously picking at her food. "We need stay married until Mother and sister come to America."

"This is a turn of events Pia." I was a little taken back. "How long a time are we talking about?"

"Not long Ron." Pia brighten up seeing I had not dismissed her out of hand. "Lawyer say maybe one and half year, two years most." She smiled hopefully at me.

I pretended to mull over her request. "Pia this is a lot to think about. What did Mr. Wonderful the fisherman back home think of this delay?"

Pia waved her hand dismissively. "This is family, family come first. He understand, he wait for me."

On my part it was not much of a choice-Back to microwave dinners and doing my own laundry while chasing down indifferent ladies on one hand –Or my current fantasy life with Pia a little longer on the other hand.

I sighed dramatically. "OK Pia, I guess we can put up with each other a while longer."

Pia's face broke into her classic room lighting smile and she went back to eating her food. Barely under her breath I hear Pia say. "Thank you Ron."

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It was about 6 months after that conversation that our relationship hit a major bump. I was at a local sports bar hosting a fund raiser. My old college team was playing and actually had a winning season. In the past my former school was not known for its sports program. It had been a rebuilding decade. The Sports bar manager and assistant manager were ladies who had gone to school for the opposing team. A drinking bet was raised in the bar with patrons taking sides. Drinks and money were wagered on every aspect of the contest to be donated to the charity. I am not a big drinker, a beer or glass of wine for dinner was my limit. After a few drinks I remember being in a lip lock with one of the girls after an exciting play on the TV in the bar-but that was about it -until I woke up in my bed with a major league hangover.

"Ron you wake up." Pia was shaking me. Her words seemed to ring off the inside of my head like small hammers.

"Damn it Pia." I tried to put the pillow over my head. "I am a walking dead man, can't you leave me be."

"We go now Ron. Get your car. I have much to do today." Pia pulled the pillow off my head. She held out a glass of water and some aspirin to me. Pia did not look happy.

After I had stumbled out of the shower, Pia pulled me into her car for the drive to retrieve my car at the Sports bar. Pia was unusually tight lipped. Finally about halfway to our destination Pia unloaded.

"Ron why you be bad with nasty girls!" Pia started. "I lose much face. I come get you, find you drunk with bad ladies tied up like two snakes during mating season!"

I was really in no mood for conversation. "Pia let it go, it's part of my job to be at these things. You know that."

"Ron it no part of job to make wife look bad -lose face!" Pia spat out.

"Pia you talk about losing face" I countered. "How about how you lighting up and then running around for days on air after you get a letter from Mr. Wonderful the fisherman. How do you think that makes me feel. I know you keep all his letters in the drawer and re-read them. Is that how a wife acts?"

"Ron that different" Pia answered but she lost some of her steam. "I make sure you never around when I read letter. I never let you lose face. I am your wife. What you did not same. I not happy!"

"Pia if you are not happy you may want to consider another job. Try selling oranges at the off ramp." My head still hurt. "Besides you are my wife in name only. The rest of you belongs to Mr. Wonderful the fisherman back home."

Pia stared straight ahead while driving. "Ron you say I no make you happy? You always seem happy with what we do."

We were at the sports bar, I fished in my pocket for the car keys. I was not in the best of moods. "Look Pia, you do make me happy that way most times, but this two years drought is the longest I have ever gone without real sex-and by real sex I mean intercourse not a bunch of BJ's-since I was 18 years old."

Pia did not answer me as I slid out of her car and slammed the door.

The next day a power outage shut down our office. We were all dismissed early and sent home. As I pulled into the driveway of the house I was surprised to see Pia's car. I thought she had a home health care gig today. Walking up the stairs to the bedroom I heard sounds that made my heart drop.

It was muffled, but it was the unmistakable sounds of sex. The female sounds were nothing Pia had ever made for me. The slapping of flesh on flesh made it clear this was not a little oral play. A deep male voice was urging her on to take it deeper and deeper. Well so much for saving her "flower" for Mr. Wonderful the fisherman or anyone else. "Well I guess both of us got screwed while neither one got to screw." I thought to myself.

Pia even had music playing, I felt sick to my stomach. I paused at the bedroom door. Did I want to go in? We were married in name only. I do not know if I was more pissed that Pia had been teasing me for the past two years, or the high and mighty speech she gave me in the car yesterday about losing face and saving herself. What a crock of bullshit! Fine -tonight I'll be hiring a hooker to screw on the dining room table in front of Pia!

I decided against barging in and confronting Pia. I went and got my camera, checked I had film and a flash ready, than cracked open the bedroom door. I would send a nice portrait picture of Pia getting reamed to her Mr. Wonderful the fisherman.

I was prepared to see Pia in bed getting pounded by some big stud while in the throes of passion. What I saw was even more stunning. Pia was sitting on the bed fully clothed with a notepad in her lap and a pen in her hand. The TV was playing a porno tape with a large busted blond getting ass fucked by a long dicked actor. Pia had the VHS remote control by her side. Every so often Pia would pause the tape to write something down, even rewinding the tape to different points. A pile of VHS tapes were piled on the bed by her side.

Pia back was toward the door so she did not see me. After a moment or so I quietly closed the door. Now I was really confused. "What the hell is Pia up to now?" I thought. Well whatever it was I best wait to find out. I retreated down the stairs and out the front door.

What Pia had in mind did not take me long to find out. When I returned later at my normal time, Pia met me at the door in a short nightie and gave me passionate kiss.

"Ron you make me so hot." Pia said batting her eyelashes. "We go now, I want you big dick now." Pia turned and wiggled her tight behind at me.

I had to choke back a laugh. This porno talk coming from Pia was more than funny.

"Pia I don't know." I played along. "I am really tired."

Pia was not to be deterred. "Oh Ron we go now. I have big itch only your huge cock can scratch." She rubbed her hands over her waist and up to her breasts. "You do my ass long time."

Now it was my turn to be surprised. Pia wanted me to butt fuck her? I became instantly so hard I had to sit down.

"Pia you sure about this?" I questioned her.

Pia's eyes flashed fear for a moment, but she kept up her porno talk. "Oh Yes Ron cum up my Hershey highway, fuck me hard!" Pia rubbed her tight butt in my face.

I pulled Pia into my lap and planted a kiss on her face. "OK Pia" I said. "Butt-no pun intended, we are doing it my way. First-no more porno talk. I want my wife back."

I picked Pia up-she weighed less than 100 pounds soaking wet. I carried her up the stairs, dropping her in the bedroom.

"Pia you put on a robe only-nothing else, then meet me in the hall bathroom." Pia started to speak, but I cut her off. "No questions Pia-just do it."

When Pia came into the bathroom I had a warm bath drawn complete with scented beads.

"Ohhh Ron." Pia cooed as she slid into the water. "This feel nice."

"Good Pia." I said turning to leave. "You stay there and soak until I get back.

I returned 25 minutes later. Pia was so relaxed she was almost jello-like as I got her out of the tub and wrapped Pia in a big towel. I carried Pia to the bedroom and deposited her onto the bed.

Pia looked around the room, it was lit by burning candles scattered around the room. I had used a bunch of thick candles we kept for use during power outages. Soft music was playing from the stereo.

I removed my boxers crawling up on the bed to kiss Pia mouth while rubbing her breasts. I moved down her body kissing every inch with my mouth. Pia was making tranquil sounds, but when I moved below her breasts to her groin -Pia opened her eyes.

"Ron no not there." Pia put her hands in my hair.

"Shh Pia." I assured her. "Don't worry I will leave your flower alone. Trust me."

Pias body stiffened for a moment then relaxed. She nodded her head then laid back.

I started to gently move my tongue around her pussy. I massaged the outside of her thighs as my tongue searched for her clit. Pia's moans were getting louder. I nibbled on her clit and Pia began moving, tightening her legs around my head. After a time I felt her start to go over the edge. Pia grabbed my head with her hands and pushed my head into her. I took the opportunity to scoop some of the hand moisturizer I had placed on the nightstand onto my finger -gently inserted it into Pia's anus. Even though I had heated the moisturizer in the microwave and it was still warm-Pia's body froze up at the invader. I did not push my finger any farther, but kept up my tongue motions between her legs.

After I felt Pia's body relax I started to rotate my finger in her ass. Pia started to respond to both my tongue and finger. After ten minutes of this I felt Pia had relaxed enough and added a second finger coated with warm moisturizer. It took longer this time but Pia started to loosen up and respond.

We continued this way for another 15 minutes. I then coated my penis with the moisturizer and moved up. I spread Pia's slim legs, hooking her ankles over my shoulders. I gently pressed the head of my dick against her starfish. Pia tensed up.

"Relax Pia." I told her softly, giving her a kiss and rubbing Pia's clit with my free hand.

Inch by inch, little by little I slowly moved up her tight ass. We paused often, as I let her get used to me, only moving further when she nodded her OK. It seemed like forever but my pubic hair finally rested against her upturned buttocks. We stayed like that way for a few moments, than Pia wriggled her hips and nodded at me. I started pumping into her slowly, all the time rubbing her clit. We got into a rhythm, I was soon pulling all the way out, then all the way in to the base of my dick. It took Pia more than a few strokes, but she suddenly got into it-moaning while turning her head side to side.

I was having a real hard time trying not erupt, Pia ass was tighter than anything I had ever experienced. Pia was now pushing her hips against me, trying to get me deeper into her butt on each stroke. She also was clutching and squeezing my cock with her cheeks. Too soon I felt a churning in my groin, knowing I was passing the point of no return. I grabbed onto Pia's smooth slim legs and pulled her hips into me as I felt my penis expand and spurt into her bowels. I froze as I emptied everything I had up Pia's ass.

We stayed that way for some time until I deflated. Pia relaxed her cheeks and I reluctantly slid out of her. Pia crawled out from under me.

"Ron I must get to bathroom now."Pia disappeared into the small bedroom bath. I got up going to the hall bathroom to clean up.

When I returned Pia was lying in bed. As I slid in next to her, Pia cuddled up to me.

"Ron, that good but my bottom sore." Pia whispered. "Now my turn for you." She started to slide down my body.

I stopped her and said. "Tell you what Pia , I'll meet you halfway."

With that I turned us into a sixty-nine. I was able to get Pia off twice more before she drained me completely.

For not the first time I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.

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Pia would let me eat her "flower" but no other contact. Sixty-nine and anal were now a regular part of our relationship. Fucking her bottom was not as common -it took Pia's small snug butt a few days to recover, and she took a lot of time to prepare. I developed a Pavlov dog-like response to the fragrance of bath beads. While Pavlov's dog drooled at the sound of a bell in anticipation of getting food, I got an instant erection at the scent of bath beads in anticipation of getting into Pia's unbelievable tight ass.

Life was going well. Pia rushed to the mailbox each day looking for word about her Mother and sister's INS request. As far as I know Pia still wrote and got letters from Mr. Wonderful the fisherman. This did bug me, but I figured he only got Pia on paper every few weeks. While I had Pia in real life every day -for now. Overall I thought I had the much better end of the deal at this point.

About 18 months later a letter arrived from the INS. Pia's mother and sister had been approved to come to the USA.

"It's about time." I thought to myself. The INS required a blizzard of paperwork, even more then when Pia and I were married. There was always another form, document, or record that needed to be filed, filled in or completed, and always in triplicate of course. The treaty that ended World War II was contained on a single sheet of paper-why did the government feel the need to deforest Washington State of its trees with its mountains of paper requirements?

After I read the INS message, for a split second I thought about destroying the letter-but just as fast dismissed the idea. Pia had always been upfront about everything and did her best to live up to her side of the agreement. Besides it would only delay the inevitable. We had had a good run, but Damn I would miss Pia! I decided I would give her the correspondence tonight.

Unfortunately tonight I had the unpleasant task of wooing one of our contributors. This contributor was a classic "spoiled rich kid". Tossed out of several universities, he had bombed in every position of responsibilities in Daddy's companies. This man was placed in charge of overseeing his Fathers firm's charitable contributions-a position at which he could not harm the old family business's bottom line. Now our town had many world class historical attractions, fine dining establishments and other charms. Yet this spoiled brat wanted to go to strip clubs. I never really saw the attraction of strip clubs. What was the fascination of being teased by a bunch of attractive females you would never have. It was like going to a restaurant and ordering the food but not eating-What's the point?

However he was the client and I found myself sitting for the third hour in a private booth with some large busted bleach blond named Bambi or Lexus or Bunny sliding all over us. He was drinking heavily, while I stuck to ginger ale.

"What do you guys do?" Bambi/Bunny/Lexus said while flipping off her top and shaking her boobs in the rich Kids face.

"Oh baby work those Ta Tas!" He said. "We are Philanthropists." Seeing the confused look on her face, he added. "You know -helping out poor people, the less fortunate. Making the world a better place." Laughing he buried his face in her bosom.

"You mean like starving kids in Africa." Bambi/Bunny/Lexus questioned. She moved over to me rubbing her bottom while he stuffed dollars into her G- string crotch.

"Something like that." I muttered, pushing her away, I stood up.

Bambi/Bunny/Lexus was now wriggling in his lap when she answered back. "I could never understand the whole problem. If all these people are starving in Africa, why don't they just move to like France or something?"