Chapter 3: A threesome with an Asian stripper

Her small strong fingers pressed into my tired back, sliding up my spine to my shoulders.

“Whenever John takes you windsurfing, you come back as stiff as a board.” The old woman complained.

“I thought you like it when I’m stiff.” I answered, and she laughed.

People just don’t get it. No one understands us; why we were together, how it could ever happen or how it could last.

It’s all about the laughter. We make each other laugh all the time. We joke, clown, do impressions, whatever it takes to get a laugh out of the other. She’s so great.

And damn great sex.

“Roll over.” She instructed, so I did.

Her face smiled down at me; great rolls of thick grey hair, a few creases around her highly slanted eyes, her teeth yellowed by age but still healthy and strong.

Her eyes roamed down my tanned muscular young frame, to my penis, stiff and waiting for her attention. Her smile widened as she grasped it in a firm grip.

It had been a great day; blasting through the waves and some one-on-one time with John. He was like the dad I never had, such a cool guy.

And now my hot granny was masturbating me, her oiled hand sliding up and down my hard cock as she looked into my eyes with that beatific smile she wore whenever we had sex.

She loved to pleasure me. That was really the crux of our relationship. She just got really high on my attraction to her, my cock hard in her hand [or whatever], my joy at her joy.

Her other hand went between my thighs and cupped my balls.

I sighed in response to the wonderful sensation of it, looking at her face looking back at mine. Her dark eyes glistening with love was the sexiest sight in the world.

Our moment was disturbed by a thumping from another part of the house. The unmistakable rhythm of fucking. Cucthao looked annoyed and her hand stopped moving, but didn’t let go.

“That John, he has to stop doing that to my granddaughter. How can she ever find a real man when he’s in there every night?”

I laughed; “You can say what you want about him, but he’s real for sure. Anyway, I don’t think he’s with Tyme right now, that sounds a bit slower, more like Diane speed.”

“Hmmph!” she scowled, her hand starting up again. But I knew she really liked John. He had that gift, everyone liked John. Especially Tyme and Diane, who somehow were sharing him.

I reached a hand up and unbuttoned her blouse, which fell open to reveal her generous breasts supported by a half bra, nipples waiting for my mouth.

I fondled her as she continued to masturbate me in silence. Well, except for the steady thumping from John fucking Cucthao’s daughter.

Diane and Tym, mother and daughter, both sharp attractive professional women. He was 20 years older than Diane and 40 years older than Tyme. Each of them earned twice what he made. If I had to grow up, I hoped I could be like John.

Cucthao began a new erotic story; her voice soft and hypnotic as she shifted her magic hands, still jerking me off with a firm grip with one, while the other roamed my chest, neck, and face. Her eyes ate me while her thumb softly stroked my lips.

It was always a fantasy of someone she’d known, or her mother knew, a friend or relative. This time it was a Vietnamese girl during the war; in love with a black American soldier, but his huge cock was too big so they couldn’t fuck.

The story continued in explicit detail for almost an hour. They needed to make a baby so she could get into the US, so he had his brother fuck her, because his cock was small.

She dropped her nipples into my mouth, stroking my face and my cock, keeping me just on the edge. Cucthao wasn’t a woman, she was a goddess. A demon of mad pleasure.

The big cock soldier went to bed with his brother’s white American wife, because her husband’s small cock couldn’t satisfy her. After the little Vietnamese girl had her baby, she was able to make love with the big cock soldier. They did it, only to realize that she was in love with the brother by then, and he was in love with his sister in law.

As if to punctuate her story, we could hear Diane moaning in orgasm down the hall as the thumping stopped. Then started again.

“And he came inside her tight young fertile body.” Cucthao concluded, and bent to kiss my mouth, her breasts settling on my chest as her hand worked me harder.

I ran my fingers over her back as the orgasm came. She straightened up and turned her head to watch, holding it pointing up at the ceiling as several shots of ejaculate went up into the air and then fell onto my torso, several more mild pumps flowed down her hand.

“Ah, very nice.” She said, satisfied. “Get cleaned up, it’s almost dinner time.”

“I have to go to that work thing with Tyme tonight.” I reminded her.

“Is that working ok?” she asked, “Do her colleagues really believe you’re a couple?”

“Sure.” I said, “Why shouldn’t they? You don’t think I’m hot enough to be your granddaughter’s boyfriend?”

She laughed, a bit strained.

Tym is a tiny flat chested woman, and often gets mistaken for a young teenager. So for this sort of shindig she wears crazy high heels, long tight skirts, and a padded bra.

Her hair was about the only thing that made her look anywhere near her actual age. Kids usually don’t have $100 dollar haircuts. Or $1,000 dresses either, or $250 shoes.

We took her car because mine had one wheel in the scrapyard already. I drove, because I like driving and Tyme likes to be driven.

“You’re looking sharp tonight Freddy.” She told me.

“Thanks, you look great too.” I said truthfully.

Even though she’s 6 years older than me and I sleep with her grandmother, Tyme was like my little sister. We were weirdly close.

We had fun, I didn’t pretend to be clever or educated. I was a skater/surfer boy, Tym was the rising star lawyer. Her work friends were ok, I wasn’t the only underachieving spouse. I was the only underachieving male spouse.

We danced some, together and with others. I flirted with one or two of the female law partners, high achieving and attractive older women who I’d never get together with.

“I think my boss is into you.” Tyme said as we drove home.

“Yeah.” I agreed, “She probably wants to do a swap, her husband’s eyes were all over you.”

“UEWWW!” Tym cried, “Gross!”

Her boss was pretty hot, the husband wasn’t.

It was late and everyone else was already in bed. I went to Cucthao’s room and slipped between the sheets.

My old lady slid over to me, and her hand went to my ass, and stroked it.

“Did you have a good time?” she asked.

“It was ok.” I said, “I’d rather have been here with you though.”

“Such a sweet boy.” She whispered, and we cuddled for a while. Then she started to nibble my neck, knowing what that does, and she put her hand between my legs to check.

“So, you go to dinner with my granddaughter, and you come home to me with this.” She said in mock accusation.

“It’s only for you.” I declared as my cock throbbed happily in her hand.

Then I rolled on top of her, her legs were open wide, she put me in her, and we were doing it.

She didn’t come very often by that time. She liked it for the touch and all. That’s probably not what you want to hear; well, she came sometimes. Just not all the time. She didn’t come that night, it was too quick; she just wanted me to let it out, so she’d know she was my woman, and I had no need to go elsewhere.

What was important to me was to be looking into her eyes as I came. My release of fluid into her old body was ok, because I knew she liked it, accepted it. If I was looking into her face, watching her smile, feeling her happiness as I did it to her, then I liked it too.

People thought one of us must be exploiting the other, and then try to figure out which...

We walked every day unless it was raining; usually on the beach. She usually wore a one piece, but she looked great in a bikini. Yeah, and she could get away with it.

She still shaved her legs, and her vagina. Or else I did it as part of our foreplay.

Sometimes, we held hands in public.

I was never ashamed of our relationship at all. Sometimes, I kissed her full on the mouth when people could see us. I liked that, Cucthao was a bit self conscious about kissing in public but she did it for me.

She did everything for me. I did everything for her. That’s what it’s all about.

We traveled. Usually by road. Cucthao said it was to research her book, I thought she just liked driving with me. We took her car and mostly I drove. We stayed in moderate hotels, Ramada inn or whatever.

One place had a strip club across the street and Cucthao wanted to go and check it out.

It was a sort of tiny amphitheater, curved padded benches arranged in in ¾ rings around a central stage, the closest was lower than the stage, the rear ones higher. There were tables too, but no extra chairs. All seats faced the stage. It was crowded and loud, topless waitresses served drinks and food too. On the stage, a very limber young black woman was dancing with a young blond man, both naked, the man had a fairly large erection.

My eyes were torn reluctantly from the show as a waitress asked us what we’d like to drink. I turned to look at her, and saw what may have been the sexiest woman I’d ever laid eyes on.

For starters, she was almost naked; her smooth long muscular legs stood in 4” heels, and she wore a G-string that was really little more than a string. There was a slice of fabric the size of my thumb that covered her vagina, leaving the rest of her smooth white pubic zone very visible. Her belly was as flat as a board, and as my eyes traveled upward, I saw her big full breasts bulging out of a transparent gauze half top, that was made not to cover her, but to adorn her. Great thick black hair fell around her beautiful oriental face, which was smiling down at me with amusement.

Cucthao slapped the back of my head; “Freddy, get your eyes back into your face!” she admonished me.

“That’s ok, I like being seen.” The waitress said, turning her pretty face to Cucthao, “I’m called Asia. What’s your name?”

“Cucthao”.

“Oh, that’s Vietnamese, right? How do you like the show?”

On stage, the Black woman was rotating her round ass and the white man’s cock was in the crack, the tip standing up behind her.

“I’ve never seen anything like this before.” Cucthao said, staring up at the gorgeous waitress in awe.

Asia just beamed a smile back at her. “I like you guys, you’re different.” She said, sitting down next to Cucthao, “You’re a couple?”

“Yes, we are.” Cucthao told her, “I’m 66 and Freddy here is just 18!”

“That’s great.” Asia laughed, which made her tits bounce. “Are you enjoying the show?”

“Oh my god! Is he really doing it to her?” Cucthao gasped, “I didn’t think you could show that sort of thing in America.”

I looked up at the stage to see the Attractive Black woman was bent over a sofa with her ass up, and the man was sliding his cock into her. As she was penetrated, she looked at me, right into my eyes and smiled, which might sound like nothing, while actually it was extremely stimulating.

“Yeah, there used to be a lot of rules, now no one gives a shit.” Asia told us, running her fingers through Cucthao’s hair, “After every case they brought was dismissed, the cops just stopped bothering us. Look over there, Mari is dancing for that guy and he’s fingering her pussy. She’ll probably blow him in a minute.”

I looked across where she was pointing, a few tables away a fat old guy with a happy grin on his face had his hand on the groin of a young blond who was naked on the table in front of him, her legs wide.