A Soap Opera: My Year of Living Dangerously (With Asian Women)
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Chapter 3: Iku Tanaka Threeway
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: Iku Tanaka Threeway - Those long-running TV afternoon time fillers. They consist of implausible plots, caricatures of perfect people wearing designer clothes, are filled with ever-changing feuds, backstabbing, shifting relationships, and characters who appear briefly when needed but then disappear without reason, and poor acting. But even though we know all this, we become hooked and go along for the ride. Here is a Soapie of my year living dangerously with sexfighting Asian females.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Cheating Slut Wife Humiliation Group Sex Interracial White Male Oriental Female Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Voyeurism Cat-Fighting Revenge
You can be lucky sometimes, and I was. Thinking with the wrong head, I was now fucking Mai in the way she had offered: anytime, anywhere, any way, and however I wanted. But I hadn’t thought of the problem of my wife, Nguyet, who was sure to find out. And that’s where I was lucky. Nguyet’s mother died and she had to go back to Vietnam for the funeral and mourning process of 49 days. Obviously, I couldn’t attend for that long, so I stayed there one day for the funeral and returned to Oz and Mai without the worry of Nguyet finding out about Mai and me.
I even naively thought that 49 days might be enough time for Mai to get her obsession for me out of her system, and she would be happy with just an occasional fuck. Well, I was wrong, as, if anything, her need for my cock increased. On the afternoon after my return, she crawled under my desk during an online conference call with the Chen family, unzipped my trousers and gave head. I had to cut transmission and blame technical connection problems twice while she sucked my cock with her tongue doing incredible things as I tried to discuss quarterly projections. When I came down her throat, she swallowed every drop, then stayed under the desk for the rest of the call, her head resting on my thigh, occasionally placing soft kisses on my softening cock.
The next day, I bent her over the filing cabinet, the same one where this had all started, and fucked her from behind while she tried to maintain composure, filing documents with shaking hands. She came so hard she knocked an entire drawer of files onto the floor, her pussy clenching and squirting around my cock. We left the mess until after I’d finished inside her, both of us breathless and covered in sweat. On Friday morning, she wore a dress with buttons down the front. I undid them one by one in my office, revealing her naked body, then pushed her back on my desk and ate her pussy until she was sobbing. I remember her cumming four times with her thighs clamped around my head and hands fisted in my hair. She had tasted sweet and good, plus there was plenty of it, and when she came on my tongue, she had possessively screamed my first name, not Mr Sullivan.
Every time, she was eager, insatiable, experimental and willing to try anything. We tried missionary on the couch in my office, her legs wrapped around my waist, her small breasts bouncing with each thrust, reverse cowgirl in my desk chair, her arse slapping against my thighs while I watched my cock disappear into her cunt, or standing against the door, her leg hiked up around my hip, fucking while we kissed desperately. Deep throat and anal were always there for the taking.
She absorbed what I liked through trial and observation, learning that I loved when she talked dirty, when she begged, when she told me how good my cock felt inside her. Other things were catalogued into her brain. Things such as I got harder when she called herself my whore, my slut, my office fuck toy or that I came hardest when she squeezed her pussy tight around me and whispered that I owned her became part of her fucking. She needed me constantly and would text me from her desk to tell me her pussy was wet, that she was dripping thinking about me or that she needed to be filled. She would bend over ‘accidentally’ multiple times a day, making sure I could see she’d stopped wearing thongs entirely or lick her lips while looking at my crotch. I would look up to see her fondling her tits or playing with her nipples in front of me, or she would find a dozen excuses to touch me. To sum it up in one sentence, life was great.
Where Nguyet’s sex drive had always been high, Mai’s was desperate, addictive. And talking about Nguyet, it was a case of out of sight, out of mind, even when Mai slept every night in Nguyet’s and my marital bed, something that gave Mai immense satisfaction. It also gave me immense pleasure as she fucked even harder in that bed, which took my mind away from my guilt. I was cheating, extensively and obsessively, but I couldn’t stop. You may despise me as a weak, faithless husband, but I ask, what would you do in my situation?
The Tanaka meeting was scheduled for Wednesday afternoon. They were a Japanese couple who were a prospective client. He was in his 50s, and his wife was in her early 40s. They were successful tour operators looking to expand their business by buying property to resettle Japanese firms’ staff in Australia, and were high-value clients of the kind that could take my practice to the next level.
Mai had been strangely excited about the meeting all week. “I have an idea,” she’d said on Tuesday night after I’d finished cumming inside her against the office door. “Something that might help seal the deal.”
“What kind of idea?” I asked.
She just smiled mysteriously. “You’ll see. Trust me.”
Wednesday arrived, and the Tanakas were due at 2pm. That day, Mai surprisingly wore a more conservative outfit than her normal slutwear. It was a grey business outfit consisting of a blazer and skirt, and, I thought, professional and appropriate for conservative Japanese. Mr and Mrs Tanaka arrived precisely on time, polite and formal. He was a typical middle-aged businessman dressed in a dark suit, white shirt and plain navy-blue tie, stocky with a crew cut that was going grey at the temples. It was hard to say much about his wife as, due to Melbourne’s winter weather, she was cocooned in a belted, long, thick, wool coat. Her plain face was round and flat, surrounded by hair that was styled from years gone by and held in place by hairspray. That anyone could still buy that these days baffled me.
Mai had greeted them and escorted them to my office as I was trying to make my operation look bigger than it was, and had told them that because they were a top-level prospective client, I had cleared the office to keep our meeting private. They didn’t have to know it consisted of just me and Mai. There, I presented our services, discussed their needs, and stated loopholes in the government laws we could take advantage of. Everything was going well.
Then Mai stood to refill their tea. She had positioned herself between the Tanakas and me, with her back to me, facing them. As she bent forward to pour Mrs Tanaka’s tea, her skirt rode up in the back, and I saw her naked pussy and arse were completely exposed, visible only to me from my angle behind her. My cock went instantly hard. The Tanakas couldn’t see that, thank goodness, as Mai’s body blocked their view. But I could see he smooth lips of her pussy, already parted and glistening and the tight pucker of her arse from my vantage point. She bent just a little lower than necessary, spreading herself wider for my view, and I thought it lucky for the negotiations that only I was being given a seat to the show.
She moved to pour Mrs Tanaka’s tea, and thus her position was changed. Now she was angled so her husband could get a view up her skirt. As she bent over, his eyes widened before he glanced away quickly, then back, like he couldn’t help himself. Mai straightened, smoothing her skirt down with a small, secret smile at me. Meanwhile, Mrs Tanaka was discussing their tax situation, oblivious to what had happened. Her husband was trying to maintain composure, but I saw the flush on his cheeks and the way he shifted in his seat.
Mai returned to her seat, crossing her legs slowly and deliberately. The skirt rode up her thighs before she adjusted her position, and for just a moment, maybe three seconds, her legs parted enough that Mr Tanaka could see directly between them and let his eyes feast on Mai’s smooth, bare pussy. He nearly choked on his tea.
“Are you alright, Mr Tanaka?” Mai asked with perfect innocence, leaning forward as if concerned, which gave him another direct view down her blouse.
“Fine, yes, just went down the wrong way.” He cleared his throat, his eyes darting to his wife, who remained blissfully unaware. Mai recrossed her legs, closing the view, and returned her attention to her iPad. She looked professional and reserved, as if she hadn’t just flashed a prospective client.
The meeting continued, but Mr Tanaka’s focus was gone as he kept glancing at Mai, hoping for more, and she gave him enough teases to keep him interested. He agreed to everything I proposed, barely negotiating, clearly with his mind on other things. When they finally left, with Mrs Tanaka promising to send their financial documents by Friday, Mr Tanaka shook my hand with slightly trembling fingers. “We look forward to working with you,” he said, his eyes drifting to Mai one final time. “Your assistant is very professional.”
“She’s the best,” I agreed. The moment the door closed behind them, I turned to Mai. “What the fuck was that?”
She smiled, standing and walking to me. “That was sealing the deal. Men like him appreciate a little excitement. Something his wife doesn’t know about.”
“You flashed him,” I accused her.
“I gave him a glimpse.” She pressed against me, her hand finding my erection through my trousers. “Made him feel like he saw something forbidden. He’ll sign with us because every time he comes to the office, he’ll hope for another look. It’s smart business. Nguyet’s exhibitionism serves herself. Mine serves you. Serves us.” She unzipped my trousers, freeing my cock. “Besides, showing him made you hard. And you’re the only one who gets to fuck me,” before she dropped to her knees, took me in her mouth, and I forgot to argue.
The Tanaka account came through on Friday morning with full financial management, projected revenue of over 2 million annually. It was the biggest client I, or more truthfully, Mai, had ever landed. Mai celebrated by letting me bend her over her own desk in the outer office. With the door unlocked, anyone could have walked in and seen her cum three times, squirting all over her workspace, soaking files and the keyboard. When I finally came inside her, she pushed back against me, taking me impossibly deep, and whispered, “See. I’m good for business. Good for you and better than Nguyet.”
I was too engrossed in fucking her to argue and too far under her spell to see that every exhibitionist show, fuck and orgasm strengthened the web Mai was weaving to entrap me. I didn’t see that it was part of her plan to completely replace and destroy Nguyet.
The email came Thursday morning, directly to my private business account. It said, ‘Mr. Sullivan, I would like to discuss some additional services in private. Are you available for lunch today at the Royal Hotel lunchroom? Please come alone. Mrs. Tanaka. I stared at the message, uncertain of why it had been sent. Additional services and without her husband? Then I relaxed as it was unusual but not unheard of because sometimes spouses wanted separate financial planning, and maybe that was how the Japanese operated.
I met Mrs Tanaka at the arranged place, and she was waiting in a private booth in the back, wearing an elegant black dress that was more form-fitting than the conservative suit she’d worn to our office. Her hair was styled differently, loose instead of pinned and spayed up, and she wore makeup that improved her flat features. “Mr Sullivan, thank you for meeting me.” She gestured for me to sit across from her.
“Of course. What can I help you with?”
She studied me for a long moment, then smiled, but it wasn’t the polite smile from before, but something more worrying to me. “I want to discuss your assistant. Mai.”
My stomach dropped. I knew it was a bad thing, and the contract was gone. “Mai? Is there a problem with,”
“No problem.” Mrs Tanaka said as she sipped her wine. “The opposite, actually, as I found her very interesting during our meeting.”
“She’s very professional,” I stammered, still unsure where this was leading.
“She’s very, um, bold.” Mrs Tanaka’s eyes locked on mine. “I saw what she did when she bent over to pour tea and when she crossed her legs. She was showing herself to my husband and to you.”
Fuck. I’d thought Mrs Tanaka had been oblivious. “Mrs Tanaka, I can assure you that was completely inappropriate, and I’ll speak to,”
“No need for that. I found it arousing,” she interjected. She said it plainly, matter-of-factly. “Watching her flash my husband. Watching him try not to look while desperately wanting to. Watching you get hard.”
My mouth went dry. “I don’t know what you’re,”
“My husband and I have been married for over twenty years, Mr Sullivan. We have an arranged marriage for business purposes. But also,” she paused. “a somewhat boring one.”
She leaned forward, and the dress she was wearing today emphasised the size of her tits. “I’ve been thinking about that meeting constantly. About your assistant’s confidence and her sexuality and the way she used her body strategically.” She paused again. “And I want to experience it myself.”
“Experience what?” I spluttered.
“Her. You. Both of you.” Mrs Tanaka said it calmly, as if proposing a business arrangement. “A private meeting with just the three of us. My husband doesn’t need to know. He can fantasise about the glimpse he got, as that will satisfy him, but I want more.”
I should have said no and ended the conversation immediately. This was insane. A client propositioning me for a threesome with my secretary, whom I was already fucking behind my wife’s back. “I don’t think that’s appropriate,”
“I’ll increase our contract,” she interrupted. “Expand it to include our personal investments, which you will handle here, the properties I buy here, everything. That’s an additional 2.5 million in annual revenue.” Mrs Tanaka looked at me. “All I’m asking is for one afternoon. A few hours. To experience the trailer I saw in that meeting.”
That extra money would completely transform my practice. I played for time, hoping she would increase her offer. “I need time to think about,”
“And discuss it with Mai, of course.” Mrs Tanaka stood, smoothing her dress. “Talk to her. See if she’s interested. If she is, email me. We can arrange something at my hotel next week while my husband is back in Tokyo.”
She placed a card on the table, but it wasn’t her business card. It was a hotel key card for The Grand Hotel. Room 2047. “Next Wednesday at two pm. If you both come, we’ll discuss expanding the contract afterwards. If you don’t,” she shrugged and continued, “well, we’ll maintain our current professional relationship. No harm done.”
She left, and I sat there staring at the hotel key card. “She wants a threesway?” Mai’s eyes lit up when I told her back at the office. “With both of us?”
“This is insane, Mai. We can’t,”
“Why not?” She perched on my desk, legs crossed, skirt riding up to allow her to finger her slit. “We’re already fucking. Might as well make it profitable.”
“She’s a client. She’s married. This crosses every ethical line.”
“You already crossed those lines with me so many times, and Mrs Tanaka is offering 2.5 million for an afternoon. That’s an excellent return on investment.”
“This isn’t a business transaction,” I said half-heartedly.
“Isn’t it?” Mai leaned forward, her hand finding my thigh. “She saw what I can do and what I’m willing to do. She wants to join in and experience it, so we give her what she wants, and we secure a major contract. Everybody wins.”
“And her husband?” It was my final half-hearted shot.
“Doesn’t need to know. Just like Nguyet doesn’t need to know about us.” Her hand slid higher, finding my cock already half-hard despite my protests. “See? You’re already interested. “I want to do it. I want to fuck you in front of another woman and show her what I will do for my man. Plus,” she continued, her hand stroking me through my slacks, “imagine how good it’ll feel. Two women worshipping your cock and Mrs Tanaka’s mouth and my cunt. The two of us taking turns riding you and putting on a show for each other.”
My resistance was crumbling as it now always did with Mai. “This is a terrible idea.”
“Probably.” She unzipped my trousers and freed my fully erect cock. “But you’re going to do it anyway.” She took me in her mouth, and I knew she was right. On Wednesday at 2 pm we would be at the Grand Hotel, and I would a step further into my year of living dangerously with Asian women.
On Wednesday at 2 pm, Mai and I stood outside room 2047 at the Grand Hotel. She wore a black wrap dress that could be opened with a single pull of a side tie, and heels that made her legs look impossibly long. I knew she had no underwear because she had shown me in the car, spreading her legs to reveal her smooth, bare pussy. “Ready to rumble?” she asked, her hand finding mine.
I wasn’t, but I knocked anyway. Mrs Tanaka opened the door wearing a silk robe and her hair tumbling down to her shoulders. At forty-two, with the soft hotel-room lighting softening her features, a lighter coloured skin than Nguyet’s or Mai’s, and with a body that was slim with disproportionately large tits and a predatory look, she was ready to rumble.
“You came.” Her smile was genuine. “Both of you. Please, come in.”
The suite was massive with a living area, a bedroom visible through open doors and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. Champagne waited on ice. “I wasn’t sure you’d actually show up, but I hoped,” Mrs Tanaka admitted, pouring three flutes and filling them. “This is not something I’ve ever done before, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what I saw in your office and the possibility of experiencing something special.”
She handed us a flute of champagne, her robe shifting to reveal that she wore expensive, elegant, matching black lingerie underneath. “To new experiences,” she toasted, and we drank. Then she set down her glass and looked at Mai. “Show me what you did. What you showed my husband. I want to see it performed for me.”
Mai didn’t hesitate. She walked to stand before Mrs Tanaka, slowly untied her wrap dress, and let it fall to the floor. She was completely naked except for the heels. Her small tits, her narrow waist and her smooth cunt were on full display for the Japanese woman. Mrs Tanaka’s breath caught. “You’re so confident. So unapologetic about what we are about to do.”
“I know what I want.” Mai stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch Mrs Tanaka’s cheek. “And right now, I want to see what’s under your robe.”
Mrs Tanaka trembled slightly but didn’t pull away as Mai untied the silk belt and pushed the robe off her shoulders. The lingerie revealed a body very different from Mai’s, with a lighter skin colour and big 34C breasts that were disproportionately large on her 5’3”, 110-pound frame that had a softer stomach and wider hips than Mai’s and thighs that touched and were surprisingly long, muscular legs for a Japanese. Her tits, although full, were not soft, and they pointed their huge areolae and small finger-thick nipples towards me through a sheer bra. Beneath her belly was what could only be described as a jungle of untamed jet black, curly pubic hair.
Mai’s eyes locked on Iku’s, as I now no longer thought of her as Mrs Tanaka, who was trembling with a mix of nerves and hunger for what was going to happen. Mai took her hand gently, leading her towards the bedroom with its massive king-sized bed, and I followed a step behind, my champagne left behind on the table and my cock already stirring at the sight of them and thinking of what was to come.
They reached the edge of the bed, and Mai turned Iku to face her, then drew her closer until her small, firm tits brushed against Iku’s mounds. Then Mai stepped in, and her lips met Iku’s in a slow, exploratory kiss. It started tentatively, as Iku’s mouth parted hesitantly, but Mai opened it with her lips, and her tongue slipped in to taste her. She used one hand to cup the back of Iku’s neck while the other lightly traced the curve of her hip.
Iku moaned into the kiss, and her hands reached down to grip Mai’s waist, pulling their bodies together. I watched, transfixed, as their bodies became one with Iku’s softer curves pressed against Mai’s taut frame, with the contrast of Iku’s paler skin and her wild bush of pubic hair grinding against Mai’s smooth mound. Mai broke the kiss just long enough to whisper something in Iku’s ear, too quiet for me to hear, but it made Iku’s cheeks flush deeper, her nipples harden and grow, something I had thought impossible given their size already.
Mai’s hands undid Iku’s see-through bra, and her big tits tumbled free along with her huge areolae and thick nipples before Mai pushed her back onto the bed gently, then climbed up, swinging a leg over Iku’s face and facing Iku’s feet. “Lick me,” she directed, as she lowered her shaved pussy onto Iku’s mouth. Iku hesitated for a second, then her need overcame her fears, and her tongue darted out, tasting Mai’s slit. Mai moaned and leaned forward and went on the attack, burying her face between Iku’s thighs. She spread Iku’s legs wider, pushing through her thick bush of pubic hair to lap at her clit. Iku gasped into Mai’s cunt, and her hips bucked up as Mai’s tongue worked her long, crinkly folds free, sucking and flicking at them with her mouth and tongue to extend them to their full length.
I stood there watching, my cock throbbing in my trousers, as they both gained confidence in their first lez fuck and settled into it. Iku’s tongue slid deeper into Mai’s slit while Mai used her mouth to devour Iku’s wet pussy. Their moans started as their bodies rocked in rhythm while Iku’s tits, despite being under Mai’s, flattened Mai’s smaller offerings.
Iku’s tongue found Mai’s clit, lapping at it with growing confidence, and Mai stiffened and lifted her face from between Iku’s thighs, her chin and lips covered in copious amounts of Iku’s love juices. She looked at me, eyes half-lidded, then returned to business as she ground her cunt harder on Iku’s mouth. I couldn’t just stand there anymore. I stripped off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, then dropped my trousers and boxers, freeing my hard cock. I sat in an armchair and wrapped my hand around my fuck pole, fisting it slowly and feeling it throb as I watched a moaning Mai and Iku 69.
Suddenly, Iku shifted, using her weight to roll them over so she was on top, straddling Mai’s face. She ground her pussy down onto Mai’s mouth, face sitting her hard so that her thick bush pressed against Mai’s lips and nose. Mai’s hands gripped Iku’s thighs, holding on as she licked up into her. Iku responded, leaning forward to spread Mai’s legs wider with her hands, opening her smooth cunt more. She dove in, her tongue plunging deep into Mai’s hole, working it with long, probing strokes. Mai’s moans were muffled by Iku’s pussy as her body arched up, hips bucking as Iku tongue-fucked her relentlessly.