Korean Passion

It was wrong. Forbidden. It was dirty. Sinful.

It was amazing.

I know why I did it. I wanted it. I needed it. That fire that I'd nearly forgotten about. The intensity of those moments when two bodies burn to touch each other. To feel each other in the most sinful of ways. That's what I wanted. What I needed. That passion. That's what had been lacking in my marriage for far too long.

I started too young, I think. Maybe if I had waited a few more years and not had my first child before I could legally drink, it wouldn't have happened. My wild oats were placed in a plastic baggy and forgotten in storage. Never giving me the chance to sew them myself. To see what they would become.

My marriage, my dull marriage, drove me to it, I believe. A husband who ignores his wife for video games until he goes to bed, who tells her she is in his way when she comes up for something as simple as a kiss, who's idea of foreplay is telling her she has too much clothing on, would drive any woman who isn't dead below the waist to do what I did.

We exchanged emails for some time before I gathered the courage to invite him him over. As I wrote the email telling him he could come by, my hands shook. I could feel the knots in my stomach and throat. For someone who is prone to severe panic attacks, taking a risk like this was a very big thing.

Then I got the reply. "I'll be there in twenty minutes," he wrote back.

I checked to make sure the kids were sleeping, brushed my long, blond hair and dabbed on a little perfume. My hands continued to shake as I flicked on the porchhh light and went to wait for him outside.

I sat near the door, on the brick edge of a small raised garden. It was a warm night. Like any night in June in Las Vegas. As I waited, I wondered. I wondered what would happen. Would he be some psycho killer? Would he look anything like his pictures? Would I be attracted to him? Would he be attracted to me?

My mind went back to it's teenage innocence while I waited. I wondered if he would kiss me. Sex never entered my mind. I wouldn't let him come into the house. I made sure not to clean the mess the kids had made earlier in the day. I wouldn't be talked into anything I didn't want to do.

I remembered the intensity of a first kiss from my teenage days as I lit a cigarette to calm my nerves. I remembered the butterflies one feels just as your lips touch the lips of the other person for the very first time. If I liked this man, I'd want just that. Just a kiss. I'd be disappointed if he left without giving me one.

Half way through my cigarette, a white car turned onto my street. I'd never seen that car before so I knew it had to be him. Especially when that white car parked right in front of my house. No turning back now, I thought.

I rose to my feet as he got out of the car and approached me. As he came into the light, my mouth watered. What a gorgeous Asian man, I thought. I thanked God he was taller than I am. At 5'6" my height is usually even to most Asian men I see.

When he got up to me we wrapped our arms around each other in a hello hug. As I hugged him his scent filled my lungs. Such a wonderful smell. The type of smell that can make a woman swoon, nearly moan.

We sat and talked. He spoke with an accent. That accent native to Korea. I couldn't get enough of it. We talked about marriage, kids, work, his family, my family, the economy, pregnancy, what birth control I was on, even breastfeeding. He was amazed that after three kids, my body snapped back to where it was before children so quickly. I was amazed at how good his English was considering he came to America when he was a boy and didn't speak a lick of English.

At one point the conversation turned to my attraction to Asian men. He asked when I started liking them. I told him it all started when I first saw Lethal Weapon 4. "Jet Li," we both said at the same time. His in the form of a question. He knew from our emails that I had never been with an Asian man. When he asked why, I had to tell him about my family and their beliefs. White with white. Black with black. Mexican with Mexican. It's not their fault. Just how they were brought up.

I looked down at my hands during a moment of silence. They were still shaking. I don't think I was scared anymore. I was excited. I raised my hand to eye level and spoke. "My hands are shaking," I told him with a smile. That smile was on my face from the moment I saw him. I couldn't help it.

"Why are you shaking?" he asked with the same smile. That beautiful smile he had from the moment I saw him.

"I don't know," I told him. I could feel my cheeks heating up. My body's way of telling me I was blushing. "Just nervous, I guess."

"Don't be nervous," he told me as he brought his hand over and placed it over mine.

I looked down at his hand holding onto mine. His skin was so much darker than my own. His hands were bigger than my husbands. Which I liked. I couldn't help but to notice the different contrasts our skin had. I loved it. I soaked up the moment. I'd never had a hand so much darker than my own holding onto mine.

"I can't help it."

"Maybe this will help," he told me.

Before I knew it, he reached up and turned my head towards his. I could sense his confidence as his lips touched mine and his tongue instantly found its way into my mouth. My heart pounded as his smooth tongue explored my own, as his hands began to explore my body.

That beautifully dark hand which held onto mine a moment earlier got no resistance from me as it went under my shirt and cupped my breast. His fingers moved slightly and fondled my hard pink nipple. My breathing quickened as the intensity of his kiss continued. No one had ever kissed me like that before.

It was probably only a moment or two before he stopped. He told me it was too bright, that he didn't want my neighbors seeing us. I'd have to agree. Caught up in the moment, I didn't think of my neighbors seeing me making out with some Korean man forty minutes after my white husband had left for work. The last thing I needed was my husband finding out what I was doing.

So we stood and headed for the back yard hand in hand. I let go of his hand to reach over and unlock the fence. My mind was blank. All I could think about was how exciting that moment was as we walked into the back yard to the side of the house.

When we reached the back door on the side of the house he pressed my back to it and instantly pressed his lips to mine again. His hand had rediscovered the softness of my breast. His lips moved down to my neck and a sexual

arousal filled me to my core. One that I'm not sure I've ever felt before.

His lips continued down as his hand pulled my breast out of the safety of my shirt and bra. My breath quickened again as he clasped his warm mouth onto my breast, sucking on my nipple. My stomach clenched with excitement. I'd let him do anything he wanted at that moment. My body was his for the taking.

After a few moments he rose his head back up and returned his lips to mine. His hands moved down towards the zipper of my jeans. I probably should have told him to stop. But I couldn't. My body wouldn't let me. I wanted this man. This Korean man. And nothing was going to stop me.

The zipper and button were undone before I knew it. He pushed my pants down to the middle of my thigh and dropped to his knees. I let out a soft moan as his tongue came from his mouth and pressed itself onto my clit. I ran my fingers through his short, jet black hair as he sucked my clit, causing me to bite my lip.

I continued to breathe heavy as he moved his hand between my legs and pressed a finger up into me. Yes, his hands were definitely bigger than my husbands. My next moan was a bit louder than the first, showing my satisfaction.

I wondered how I could have gotten so lucky. To have this gorgeous Asian man on his knees in front of me. Pleasuring me in the most amazing way.

After a few moments he rose back to his feet, leaving me breathless, and kissed me again. With the same passion as the first time he kissed me just minutes earlier. His hands explored my body while my arms found their place around his body, holding him tight. His body felt firm, not... Oh what's the word...? Soft, like my husband's body.

His hands moved away from me and down to the button of his own pants. My hands followed. In the excitement, I think my hands were still too shakey to help him. I couldn't even find the button or zipper, let alone undo them.

He kissed me again as his hand rose to my shoulder. He broke the kiss as he softly pushed down on my shoulder, letting me know what he wanted. I moved down, my bare backside covered only by the darkness of the night, and got to my knees.

I didn't hesitate. Not for a second. I brought up a hand and wrapped it around his already rock hard shaft. My mouth followed less than a second later. I opened my mouth and placed the head of his cock into my mouth.

As I slipped a little more of him into my mouth, "Oh fuck," came out of his. My head moved back and forth in sync with my hand, enjoying the sweetness of his pre-cum. A wonderful change to the bitterness of the pre-cum I am used to.

As I sucked I felt like I was in a dream. That this couldn't have been happening. But it was. I was on my knees in my own back yard sucking his cock like I'd done it a hundred times. The warmth of his shaft in my hand, the swollen head in my mouth made me want more of him. I wanted to know what it would be like to have this man inside me. I'd find out soon enough.

After a moment his hands moved to my wrists and pulled my hands away from him. Holding them off to the side I was left to work his cock with only my mouth. I took in as much as I could. He's a bit thicker than my husband and my mouth was never meant for deep throating.

I sucked in about half of his rock hard cock. My head bobbed back and forth, the wetness of my mouth letting him slide in and out with ease. When he let go of my wrists, I put my hand back around the base of his cock, letting my hand enjoy the feel of the smooth skin.

His continued sounds of pleasure made me want to keep going until he exploded in my mouth. But he stopped me, bringing me to my feet. I knew what was next as he clasped his lips over mine again before he turned me around to face the door.

I bent over slightly, using the door for support. My body ached to feel him, to feel his hardness penetrate me. The feeling of that moment, waiting to feel him, is something I don't think I can put into words. I wanted it. I don't think I've ever wanted to feel the pleasure of sin with so much intensity before in my life.

Then I felt it. The smooth tip of his cock easily found where it wanted to be and pressed into me with ease. My body was rocked with pleasure as I softly moaned. I had to be as quiet as I could. I couldn't let my neighbors hear us.

As he began to slide in and out of me, my hands balled into tight fists against the door. I held back the moans I wanted so badly to scream out, but knew I couldn't.

His hands found my hips and pulled me back into him as he pushed into me over and over again. The pleasure I was receiving from this man was like nothing I've ever felt. It was amazing. It was passionate and wild. It was forbidden and beautiful.

He pressed into me deep and hard. The feel of him inside me nearly sent me over the edge. But I knew I had to restrain myself. Which turned out to be nearly impossible. I couldn't get enough of the depth, the penetration as he held onto me from behind, feeling every single inch of him firmly pressing deep into my willing body.

I held back a groan of disappointment when he pulled out of me. He was curious if there was a chair in the back yard. There was, but probably not the type he was thinking of. We moved to the back of the house where the chair waited. I kicked my shoes off and pulled my pants off the rest of the way.

I moved over him as he sat, placing one leg on each side, straddling him. I lowered myself down, sliding him into me once again as I lips locked once more. I lifted myself up slightly before lowering down again. I repeated this process as my arms stayed firmly around his body.

As I continued to move myself up and down on him, taking as much as I could, I felt like it was a dream. A beautiful dream. It still feels like a dream. Here I was, sweet little house wife, stay at home mom, in the arms of another man and loving every second of it.

Paranoia set in hard as my neighbors porch light flicked on. I couldn't keep going. I was too worried they'd look over the fence and see my bare ass in his lap. Breathing heavily from the pleasure his body was giving mine, I asked if we could move back to the side of the house, out of view. He agreed to my request.

I picked up my pants and shoes and we moved back to our original spot beside the house. The cover of darkness eased my mind. I was hoping to get on top of him again but he had other plans. He turned me away from him again and had be bend over the chair.

He didn't hesitate as he pushed himself deep into me once again. I nearly cried out in pleasure. He held onto me and moved himself in and out once more. My hands tightened against the back of the chair, trying to keep myself as quiet as I could.

A few moments later, he brought one hand up and pulled my head around, placing his lips over mine while staying firmly planted in me from behind. Something no one had ever done to me. It nearly drove me over the edge.

When his lips disconnected from mine, I turned my head back to where it was. He began to push into me harder. I bit my lip but it wasn't enough. Just as I began to cry out I threw my hand over my mouth, muffling my moans of unbridled pleasure.

My head was turned slightly to the side. I'm not sure if he saw me covering my mouth to keep from screaming. But if he did, I only hope he was proud of himself.

I kept my hand pressed firmly over my mouth as my blue eyes closed tightly. I couldn't scream. I couldn't. It turned out to be hardest thing I've ever had to do. It got even harder to hold back when he told me he had to cum and asked if he could cum inside of me.

I told him he could. I wanted him to. I wanted to feel the throbbing as he came inside of my body. He pressed into me a few more times before I felt the throbbing. His hot seed filled my inside as it spilled out of the head of his cock.

I let out one final soft moan as he pulled himself out me. He turned me around and placed his arms around me as he told me he hadn't had it that good in a long time. I smiled, proud of myself as he embraced me in a way that made me want to stay in his arms forever. My body seemed to mold to his, like I belonged there. I let my hands memorize the feel of his body. The firmness, the smoothness of his beautiful body.

I kept my eyes open, focused on the dark flesh of his neck. I couldn't get enough of it as I tried to catch my breath. I placed soft kisses on his neck as we continued to hold each other in the dark. We stood there for a few minutes before deciding to have a cigarette. He put the chair back where it belonged as I put my pants and shoes back on.

He came back as I was tying my shoes. I looked up at him smiled before I rose to my feet. We walked together back to the front yard. As we walked back, he hit me with it.

"Is this the first time you've cheated on your husband?" he asked as I closed the fence.

"Yes. I've never done anything like this before," I told him as I reached over and locked the fence.

"I feel bad," he said with a guilty smile.

"Don't feel bad."

I wanted to tell him how my marriage has been crumbling. How my husband never embraces in the ways that he just had. He never kisses me unless I force him to. Even then it's like he's kissing his mother good bye. Truth was, I was depressed with my marriage. I need more than a weekly fucking, I needed hugs, kisses, passion, friendship. My husband was more like a roommate I occasionally banged. He kept to himself. We didn't even sleep in the same room anymore. But I couldn't tell him that. I didn't think that kind of information was meant to be told. I don't even tell my family of my marital problems. I think it was best not to tell him.

We went back to our previous seats, closer to each other this time though. I pulled a cigarette out of my pack and before I could go for my lighter, he had his ready for me. I smile at him as he sparked the lighter on and lit my cigarette for me like he had done before we went to the side of the house. Something else my husband never did.

We continued to talk like we had before for nearly a half hour before we noticed the time. He had to get up early for work and I had to get up early to take care of the kids. We stood together and wrapped our arms around each other. My lungs filled with his irresistible scent once more as he kissed me with the same passion as before.

We finally said our goodbye's and he walked to his car and drove away. I walked back into the house with a smile on my face. His smell clung to me, reminding me of the amazing sex I'd just had with my very first Asian.

Unfortunately, I knew I couldn't let it stay on me. I stripped down and threw my clothes into the washer then hopped into the shower. His scent clung to my skin until I forced myself to wash it away.

I stood in the shower thinking. I was surprised I didn't feel guilty. I didn't even feel guilty for not feeling guilty. I still don't. Perhaps I'm more detached from my husband than I thought.

As I brought my hand down to wash between my legs, I felt the slickness of his seed slowly coming out of my body. I liked it. I smiled as I remembered the feeling of him shooting it into me. What an amazing feeling.

I realized that he completely blew away my beliefs that Asian men were shy and reserved. He was bold and daring. He knew what he wanted and he took it. Here was a man who was kind and sweet, easily making conversation with a courteous smile. A man who was gentlemanly enough to light my cigarettes for me. Who wasn't too proud to hold onto me after sex, telling me how good I felt.

I don't love him. And I don't want to love him. I don't want him to love me. The joyous moment of simply enjoying each other for a couple hours once or twice a week can satisfy me. It can cool me down enough so I don't turn into a lonely, oversexed housewife. I didn't realize that my life had become so boring until he came into it. I'm a great mother. A great wife. Well... Besides this. I just didn't realize I wasn't a WOMAN anymore.

This man was a gentleman. He was a passionate lover. A lover who paid attention to my entire body. Not just the part he was fucking. And he proved he could be a good friend. He was just what I'd been missing in my life and I wanted more.

I had to have him again.