The Fortune Cookie

by neff trebor

Copyright© 2012 by neff trebor

Fiction Sex Story: Ming has a chance for a new life in a new country. How could anything be worse than a divorced mother in China? She marries an older man and finds out the U.S. is not paved with gold.

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   NonConsensual   Reluctant   Coercion   Heterosexual   Wife Watching   Humiliation   Black Male   Oriental Female   Oral Sex   Size   Slow   .

Mingh was apprehensive. She had gone back to Suzhou, China to pick up her daughter, Wing Kee Lin, to bring her home with her. Mingh had been married to Lin's father for abut ten years until he had divorced her. Divorce is very uncommon in China. He was wealthy enough to have more than one wife if he chose. She had married him when she was fourteen. She had been the second wife. By the time she was about twenty four, she was the fourth wife. She had not been able to have any children. Her rich husband divorced her because his other wives were able to have boys.

Soon after he had thrown her out, she found out she was pregnant. Her family would not take her back. She was able to get a job at one of the big manufacturing plants in the city. The big manufacturing plants took whole city blocks. They also had huge dormitories so the workers could share eating privileges, and living space.

Each woman lived in a room with three other roommates. There were eight hundred women living in four-bed rooms in a high-rise that had the entire working staff for the plant. They had some babysitting services for a few children, but Mingh could not live with there with her young daughter indefinitely.

Through a fluke in circumstance, Mingh had met Joe.

Joe was much older. He was one of those engineering geeks. He had been sent from an American consulting firm to monitor plant efficiency. His employer had an ongoing contract to monitor the efficiency of a number of Chinese manufacturing plants.

One of the plant managers offered to have Mingh perform as a host to show him the city. Mingh had also worked as an international operator. She had flawless English and was fluent with American slang. She just had to get a different job after she had her child.

Mingh, or "Winky" as Joe liked to call her, felt a little awkward trying to show him around the big city. Suzhou was famous for being like Venice, Italy. The city was famous for their ancient streets were waterways like the fabled city of Venice; the town of Marco Polo. Showing him around ended up being a romantic exercise, with all of their time in little sampans, paddled by another man.

Mingh was an easy girl to fall in love with. She had long, dark hair; very slim waist and hips; unusually long legs for an oriental girl; a pleasing tan; and a very pleasing smile. She had an unusual tick in one eye when she smiled, which made it easy for Joe to call her "Winky."

Joe spent most of his waking time after work with her whenever he was in town. She would not sleep with him because that just was not their custom. It was scandalous enough that she was a single woman with a child living away from home.

When he proposed, Mingh wasn't really ready. On the other hand, she had few options. A single woman with a girl and no husband was not a popular person in china. There were not a lot of young men trying to get past other young single girls to chase her.

Mingh did not feel she had a lot of options when he asked her. She was not excited about the prospects of moving to another country. The perception among Chinese people who watch old re-runs is that it is a nation of unscrupulous people like the actors on "Dynasty."

Mingh agreed to marry him, but not to bring her daughter with her right away. Mingh had gone back to Kansas City to live with Joe for a year before bringing her daughter.

Mingh had not had a romantic first year with Joe. With him being a good twenty years older, they did not have common music, common movies, or many other tastes. Never-the-less, she had hoped they could make a marriage work.

Mingh's daughter, Lynn, had been sent to live with her grandparents for a year while her mother got accustomed to another country. Mingh tried to hide her nervousness as they boarded the twelve hour flight together back to Kansas City. She told her daughter about the wide open county, the cars, and all the friendly people.

After the on-flight dinner, the beautiful Chinese stewardess brought by a bowl of Chinese fortune cookies. Mingh took two and passed one to her daughter. Mingh opened hers. It said: "You are about to experience the most experience of your life. You will be changed forever." Mingh smiled and handed it to her daughter. Lin looked at it and smiled.

Once they got home, Mingh showed her daughter her new room. They went shopping. Things seemed to be going pretty good. Lynn was starting to get comfortable with going to the city pool, bicycling and hanging out with other girls in the neighborhood. She started going to summer work out with the cross country team and was holding her own.

Lynn was not used to being around so many boys. The cross country workouts seemed to be "Co-Ed," which meant that they were not segregated. The cross-country squad ran six miles twice a day; once at six in the morning and once again at six in the evening. She was shocked at the dress code. Lots of the girls seemed to be wearing their pajamas for running gear. The girls might have checkered baggy pants that came to their knees. Others seemed to have very revealing short shorts and thin shirts that hid nothing once it got sweaty.

Mingh was relieved that her daughter was accepting her new surroundings. They watched lots of television to get the pronunciation right. The most baffling thing to get used to was the slang and jokes. What the hell was "Elvis has left the building?" The term "bad" seemed baffling the way it was used.

The more comfortable that Lynn got with her surroundings, the less Mingh felt comfortable with their new family. Joe seemed to be changing. He had been reasonably attentive when they first married. She was not overly preoccupied with sex; on the other hand, she did not quite feel she and Joe were on the same page either. Being one of several wives, she was not unfamiliar with being a second hand citizen. She knew what it was like to be a sex object.

She was starting to feel that history was repeating. Joe was starting to become more insistent on choosing her clothes. He had not made it an issue when they were in China. Now that they had been married a while, he was always pointing out how the younger girls were dressing. Winky thought teenagers seemed to be almost naked; that they wore skirts that were impossible to sit in. They seemed indifferent to what others could see. At her age of thirty nine, she was not comfortable dressing like her daughter. The more Winky resisted, the more he insisted.

One day, when everybody was gone, Winky was dressed in a housecoat and straightening up her daughter's room. One of her daughter's short shifts was lying on the floor. Winky was a little curious, and put it on. Standing in front of the full length mirror, she didn't really think she looked that bad. She put on her daughter's six inch high-heels. Secretly, Winky was very pleased with her appearance. The dress hit her at mid-thigh. It was an outrageously short dress. Her daughter had insisted that she go to the public pool with her on the weekends. She had a nice wholesome tan from it.

She went downstairs to answer the phone. That was when her husband came home. She was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed and folding a basket of clothes when he came in with one of his clients. He had only come in to get a USB with some files he needed.

Winky was still on the phone. She put the pile of clothes she was folding on her lap out of modesty. Joe had already seen her. Joe was close to sixty years old now and he couldn't always get it up even if he was interested. This pretty much did it for him; to see her in her fourteen-year-olds dress. The tent in his pants was growing.

Winky knew the polite thing to do was to end the conversation and stand to introduce herself, but was humiliated that she had been caught in this outrageous dress. She ended the phone conversation, hung up and smiled. She refused to stand when she introduced herself.

Mingh, this is a customer of mine. His name is Sam Baldwin. Sam this is my wife. Her real name is Mingh, but I call her Winkey. He explained the progression of how her name had become her nickname. Everybody laughed and Mingh was becoming more comfortable in front of them.

"Mingh, honey, let's get Sam a beer. Sam would you like to have a beer?" Sam nodded and smiled. His smile got a lot bigger when Mingh reluctantly moved the pile of folded clothes to one side. His smile got a lot bigger when she stood. His smile was not as big as the tent in his pants as she embarrassingly smoothed the incredibly short dress down to cover herself.

Mingh had put the dress on when she took off her housecoat. She had no clothes on underneath; no bra or panties. That became clear to both Sam and Joe when she walked over to go to the kitchen and she was backlit by the sun coming through the picture window in front of her. Joe was thunderstruck. His super modest middle aged Chinese woman who was reluctant to appear naked in front of him was now patently naked for that one split second in front of the window. She just didn't know it.

Mingh returned with two cans of Boulevard Beer. When she handed them out, she tried not to make eye contact. She recognized that look. She had seen it often; on the streets of Suzhou, Shanghai, Kansas City and even in her front yard. She didn't always know what she had done to create it, but she recognized it. Mostly, she recognized the look when she had gone to the pool with her daughter. The two women got the look when they stopped in the sunning area; took off their sundresses and spread their towels on the aluminum recliners. They got the look from the old men standing in the shallow end of the lap lane when they put the sun tan on each other.

The dirty old men would rather go watch the young girls and some of the mothers rather than go to the strip bars and watch the silicone enhanced commercial grade, bleached blonde "housewives from L.A." They needed to be standing in the cool water of the shallow end of the pool, because they could not stand like that out of the water.

Mingh was very self-conscious to be caught in her daughter's insanely short dress. She slowly realized that they might be able to tell she was not wearing anything underneath. "They know." She suddenly realized.

Embarrassed and humiliated, Mingh tried to rush out of the room. Joe grabbed her arm at the elbow as she tried to get past him. "Sit down, honey. Be a good hostess. We have company." Her husband said.

"Joe, honey, I have nothing on underneath. I did not know anybody would be here. I have to go change." She whispered as silently as she could into his ear.

"I know. But you are my wife. If you can't do anything I ask, you might as well take your slant eyed girl back to China and let her work in that manufacturing plant with you. She's old enough to work there now. Have a nice life. I picked an oriental girl to marry because the American women are too pampered and spoiled. What attracted me to you are your incredible beauty and the Asian ethic that women obey their husbands. You are going to be forty this weekend. I am getting tired of your growing American attitudes. It's coming from your daughter. I don't need the shit she brings home from school. You can either get used to listening to your husband or go home."

Mingh flushed. She knew that if she divorced or left him, her green card and citizenship status went out the window. She could not stay if she was not married. Her daughter would suffer the most. With Mingh being single in china, she would have a hard time getting work. She would have no social status.

Mingh turned to face Sam. She forced the warmest smile that she didn't have. "Can I get you another beer, Sam?" she said as she smiled and tilted her head. Sam smiled and Mingh turned for the kitchen. Both men flushed as she went past the big window again. Her six-inch high-heeled shoes accented her already long legs and slender Asian hips. Sam felt that he had seen her nipples jingle as she turned for the kitchen. He was certain that there were no panty lines under the form-fitting stretch fabric button-down dress.

When they heard the familiar clip-clop of her high heels across the honed limestone floor tile, they both turned to watch her erotic outline backlight against the afternoon sun. Her butt had a firm hard clench and un-clench to it when she walked. She did not flip and flop like the runway models. She looked like a tiger in high heels as she seemed to glide across the room.

Mingh tried to hide her embarrassment now that she was aware of what the men were seeing. "Winkey, honey, why don't you show Sam around the house. Show him the wonderful flowers you have outside. Mingh flushed, but tried not echo her embarrassment. She walked around the house showing Sam the rest of the kitchen, dining, sun room and hot tub that was just outside the back. Once outside, she walked around to show him the Madam Wu Hostas that her husband had nursed through the recent heat wave. She showed him the stand of Cannas Joe had planted in the new planting area. She showed him the dozens of orchids that were growing in the shade along the north side of the house under the porch roof.

Sam extended his arm and wrapped her arm through his as she struggled to walk along the uneven limestone pavers around the planter beds that bordered the property. The automatic sprinklers came on, and a fine mist started. Mingh shrieked as the unexpected misting hit her. Sam picked her up like a wet hanky and carried her back to the patio. She would have been useless in her high heel shoes trying to get out of the mist before being drenched.

Mingh was embarrassed at being picked up like that. She had never been picked up by a man before. This six foot six giant black man carried her effortlessly away from the misting sprinklers. Mingh wanted to resist, but with no panties and a short skirt, all she could do was try to keep her hem down and cover as much of herself in front and back as possible.

She could not cover everything. She chose to cover her butt and vagina with her hands over a too short skirt. The misting sprinklers had already done their damage. Her thin, form fitting wet dress made it clear that her long stem nipples were of the Bai Ling variety. They were easily 50% longer than anything Sam had seen before. While he had been in the NFL, he had seen plenty; but no oriental girls; certainly no forty year old ones who looked like her.

Mingh tried to smile through her embarrassment as he put her down.

Joe came outside. He had seen it all. "You are both all wet" he said as he turned on the pumps of the hot tub. It's nice out here this evening. I'll get some towels. You two can get in the hot tub and get cleaned up." Mingh turned beet red. "How could her husband subject her to this?" she wondered. She clip-clopped over to him and grabbed his shoulder.

"Are you mad? Don't you know I have nothing on underneath this dress?"

"You're doing it again, honey. Who's supposed to e in charge here? Like I said, you are getting too independent. If you want to stay, you need to learn to follow orders like the woman I married." His bulge was growing just listening to his own words.

Mingh stared at him. She searched his expression to see if this was the same man she had met in China and had given up a different life for. Slowly he had changed. She could see the pattern now. Reluctantly, she knew she would have to prove her love for him if she was to keep her daughter here in this country.

Mingh gritted her teeth as she wobbled back across the limestone pavers to the edge of the hot tub. Forcing as pleasant smile as she could come up with, she sat on the bench facing the hot tub. She sat there, not knowing if she could continue. What did she need to do next? She crossed her legs, knowing she had to remove her high heels. "Oh, God. She was actually going to undress in front of two strangers. There were two strangers now, because she did not know her husband as well as she thought.

Before she could do anything, Sam came over and bent down in front of her. He tried to make eye contact with her, but Mingh refused to look at him. Instead, she looked over at her husband as he watched Sam unbuckle her shoe and reposition her legs. He re-crossed them so her other leg was raised. He saw it. For one brief moment as he re-crossed her legs, he was able to confirm that she had no panties.

Sam changed his position. He rose on leg to stand on that foot. His other knee remained on the ground. He raised Mingh's leg and set her high-heel shoe to rest on his knee. He slowly; very slowly; unbuckled her shoe. It was more of a slow deliberate fondling of her mind than stripping her of her shoe. Mingh was turning beet red; not at the loss of her shoes, but the anticipation of what was going on. Her husband had actually ordered her into the hot tub. This savage was undressing her.

Sam set the two shoes beside her and massaged the wet loose pieces of blue grass from her ankles. He might as well have had his thumb buried in her. The contact was the same. Waves of humiliation burned across her as she stared over at her husband.

Sam pulled her hands out of her lap that she had used as a feeble attempt at modesty. He took her two hands and laid them up over his shoulders and around his neck as he reached for the first button above her hem.

Sam could see her tears starting as they maintained eye contact. Mingh didn't need to look at Sam to know he was working on her button front. She could feel the wind chill as the buttons opened up slowly towards the top.

Mingh turned to look at Sam as the sides fluttered open. He brushed the sides back over her nipples so he could see all of her now.

Sam stood and used one foot to pull one shoe off of the other foot as he guided her hands to his belt. Mingh looked over at her husband, hoping he would have second thoughts as her hands were guided to unbuckle his belt. She looked up at him as he began to unbutton his eggplant purple shirt and she undid the belt of his slacks. He shrugged his shirt off and folded it and tossed it on the bench.

Mingh had quit. Sam bent over and guided her hands back to his zipper. She knew how. She just couldn't force herself to do it to this stranger. It reminded her of her first terrifying events as a fourteen-year old on her wedding night to a man she barely knew.

Once his zipper was down, Sam guided her hands to his sides. Together, he placed her thumbs inside the waist of his briefs and helped her pull the two garments down past his knees. He put both hands on the side of her cheeks, trying to pull her against him. In an effort of procrastination, she ducked her head and bent to take his slacks up off of the ground. She turned her head in a feeble attempt to fold and put his slacks away. She reached down to remove his socks.

Sam put his hands on each side of her face and raised her too her feet. The monster between his legs raked along her breasts and pushed cruelly against her abdomen as he brought her against him. Joe watched as Sam tried to embrace her. Mingh stood, unresisting with her arms at her sides. Her abdomen shuddered in humiliation. She couldn't move her hands without coming in contact with his gigantic penis.

Sam grabbed her hand and turned towards the hot tub. Hand in hand, he led her past her husband and to the tub. Mingh looked over at her husband like the little girl who was watching out the rear window as her parents were driving away from her pet dog. She was pleading with her eyes for him to rescue her from this humiliation.

Sam stepped up into the hot tub; turned and helped her up over the curb. Sam sat down and guided her onto his lap. Mingh was stunned at what she was sitting on. It felt like a bicycle seat that had a heartbeat. It throbbed against the cleft between her legs.

Sam pulled upright between them, so the soft tender skin of the bottom of his shaft was against her. Mingh had her hands across her breasts for whatever little modesty they offered. Sam wrapped his left hand around hers and guided it down between them. He opened her hand and guided it around the base of his shaft. Mingh was paralyzed. She refused to respond. She knew she couldn't pull away with her husband watching, but refused to openly respond by squeezing.

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