Based on a true story.She was a lovely Asian wife. Her looking was simply provocative. With that sensuality that only Asians have, a mixture of humble...and sensuality that makes her as desirable as delicious for sexual perversions and all the senses enjoy. Not tall, average body, silk skin, a long dark hair, covering a beautiful face, with beautiful Asian eyes, voluptuous lips, and that look that only the naughties ones have.Her body was smooth, with her vagina completely shaved, revealing a. Plus his gorgeous 8” cock, uncircumcised (pity, I like them cut) and thick enough to make my toes curl every time he slid it deep inside me.Anyway back to the story... We paid off the taxi driver and entered the booking hall; it was bedlam, people rushing hither and thither, a seething mass of humanity. We checked in to the ticket office and were ushered into the business class lounge, Carl drifted off to pick up a copy of the FT, to check his investments while I bought a bottle of water and. As we parked I leaned over for a long hot kiss, slipping my hand up her legs to find her panties soaked with her juices and her labia open and wet. She pushed my hand away and laughed as she got out the car, she knows just what she does to me.Half the couples were already there, including the newbies who looked very nervous. She was very pretty, about 32, dark hair, slim figure, small breasts but a mouth that I was looking forward to kissing, and fucking to be honest. He was short, but nice. I had to smile. The nylons were thigh high with lace at the top. On the back were little sewn-on flowers. The thong was black satin with a small lace wedge inset centered on the top. My heels were four inch stilettoes. On top I was wearing my tattoos. It didn’t quite seem balanced, though. I looked through the jewelry I now had and selected dangling silver earrings and a long string of costume pearls, which I double looped and arranged to hang between my breasts. Yes …I exited my room and.