I was always a natural with girls, I never had trouble with one until my wife. I’m blessed with rugged good looks and I’ve always been outgoing. I can’t even remember a time I didn’t have women to choose from. In college I was a bit of a man-slut, crawling the night scene, a different bedmate every night. I even bedded a few married women, hope my wife never meets a man like me. I eventually got bored of the meat market. If you sample enough girls, their pussies all just blend together. I yearned for something deeper. All my talent with girls was for nothing. My love life was lost and adrift. I was romantically wandering around in a desert.
With my natural smarts and social intelligence, I had climbed right up the ladder at Exclusive Equity. I started as a mid-level money manager, but it wasn’t long before I had a whole division at my command. Nancy Fujiyama joined my division’s PR department, she was fresh out of college with a shiny new communications degree. She was a petite little thing, half Japanese and half white. She had the slender body, the cute button nose and the exotic eyes of a J-girl, but she also had the chest and the hips of a whitegirl. Can you imagine a gorgeous young thing like that, and all of a sudden you’re her boss’s boss? From my experience with women, I could instantly tell Nancy was a virgin. How could a babe with a body like that stay a virgin through college, I wondered. She had a sweet personality too, that beautiful smile, those perfect teeth. For the first time in years, a girl really caught my interest.
“What do you think of that new Asian chick Nancy,” said Andre over a game of pool. Andre was head of another division, he’d taken me under his wing, my Exclusive Equity mentor. We had clicked from the start, he was a womanizer like me and we became buddies. He was African American, I always teased him about being an affirmative action hire, of course he knew it was just teasing, the truth is, affirmative action or not, he was a good division-head. Just like me, Andre was super athletic. We would always do lunch together, discussing girls and finance before hitting the tennis court or the basketball hoop.
“She’s amazing,” I said, knocking a ball off the wall. “I’ve never seen tits like that on an Asian girl. You get the sense she’s inexperienced? I wanna test her ‘public relations’ if you know what I mean.”
“Come over to my place this weekend,” Andre said, sinking his ball in the hole. “I’m doing a barbeque and Nancy’ll be there. Liz from design is bringing her along.”
“You’re not gonna make a move on her yourself?” I said.
“Not if you’ve called dibs.”
And so the wheels were in motion. I had no trouble charming Nancy at the BBQ. Anyone experienced at all knows Asian girls crave the white man. She was laughing at my corny jokes and in no time I had her playfully punching my chest. That’s always the key, get that physical contact going any way you can, then escalate. I told her what I love about Asian girls is they’re so light you can throw them around like a feather. She puffed out her cheeks and said I was lying. I grabbed her off her feet and tossed her effortlessly in the air. Soon she was clinging to my neck, face flushed from laughter. That’s always a sign your target’s ready for a kiss. Well, I went for it and it was like kissing an angel. Those soft Japanese lips melted in my mouth.
Nancy and I started officially dating. And I do mean “officially”: it turns out she was an old-fashioned girl. Making plans to “pick me up at seven” for dinner and a movie. I hadn’t played that game since middle school. To be honest I never met anyone like Nancy. I mean hard-to-get is one thing, but this girl took it to the next level. Despite the kiss I stole at the barbeque, I couldn’t get my next kiss until after our third date. And forget about anything more than a kiss. I was baffled, she was like a ninja dodging my moves. Funny thing is, it made me want her even more. Besides all that, I was convinced Nancy was a genius. How she ended up in communications is beyond me, she could ace any major she wanted. She could hold her ground talking politics, science, sports, you name it. Fluent in English, Japanese and French. She could tell you about symbolism in Kafka, then turn around and talk celebrity gossip with her girlfriends. The girl was versatile. And still she was humble and submissive, like a good girl should be. How was this fish not caught yet, I kept asking myself.
Well, I soon knew the answer. Nancy was the biggest prude you ever met when it came to sex. Jap girls are almost always perverts, but Nancy was the exception. She wouldn’t even do oral until we’d been dating three months. It was a brand new experience: a girl I couldn’t get my hands on! She must have been doing jujitsu on me because I was falling for her. The first time she let me go down on her I fell head over heels. Her tiny little pussy was like blue rare sushi, a feast that never got you full. She kept it meticulously shaved, and when I inhaled her scent I was transported. I’d get so excited and start sweet-talking her and then she’d put a finger to my lips and say “Shut your mouth.” I started dreaming about that pussy at night, you know the dream I’m talking about, the one where you’re right about to score but keep getting interrupted. She had me turning up and turning down and turning in and turning ’round. She let me finger her and damn was she tight, I could barely get my finger in. I thought, I’ve GOT to deflower this girl, it was my new life mission.
The one thing Nancy wasn’t a prude at was sucking my dick. “Honey your dick is so beautiful,” she’d say, kissing her way down my body. Girls love my 10-inch dick but Nancy took it to the next level. She would lovingly tease me with her tongue til I came in her sweet Jap mouth. Her kink was to make out with me right after swallowing. I guess even the shyest girl is a pervert at heart. She would squirm and rub herself, lost in pleasure as our tongues intertwined. A hint of my sperm fresh on her lips. She would get herself off like that, frenching her big ‘white devil’ boyfriend and rubbing her tiny clit ’til her whole body shook. At the moment of climax she’d bite hard on my lip, whimpering and mewling like only an Asian girl can. But no matter how hot and bothered I got her, she never let me do more than rub my dick on her labia. “If you wanna do that nasty stuff, I need a ring first,” she insisted. I was like an athlete denied my trophy with the finish line in sight.
What can a guy do? I may have been her boss’s boss, but I was putty in her little hands. And that’s how I, former man-slut and womanizer extraordinaire, ended up on one knee in that Italian restaurant, offering a three-month-salary rock to a girl I never even slept with. Nancy was so overjoyed she threw herself on me, knocking me over, sprawling me out on the restaurant floor. Imagine us kissing on the floor there, other patrons all cheering or glaring.
***
Nancy insisted on a wedding with all the trappings. Good thing I have an Exclusive Equity salary, wedding expenses can wipe a guy out. My fiance flew relatives in all the way from Hokkaido, it seems the Fujiyamas are an ancient and venerable family line. Try to picture me standing there all bewildered in the church. Wearing a suit the cost of a car, shaking hands with grinning Japanese salarymen, some had never been outside Japan before, exclaiming how happy they were in their thick Osaka dialects, me not understanding one syllable.
You remember Andre, my black colleague who arranged the barbeque encounter? I made him best man, over Nancy’s strenuous objections. “Honey!” she argued. “Half my relatives have never even seen a black man. Do you know what a scandal you’re causing? They’re gonna gossip about us all the way to Okinawa.”
“They’d gossip anyway,” I said. “Let’s give them something to gossip about,” and I shut her up with a kiss.
Maybe she took my suggestion too literally. When Andre won the auction for a dance with the bride, she really gave him some dance. I’m pretty sure she did it on purpose to get back at me for making him best man. She was dancing way up close to him, his big black hands were roaming all over her. I don’t know what those in-laws were whispering but it didn’t sound polite. Nancy shot me a defiant look from the dancefloor, pressing herself against Andre’s chest. At the end of the dance she stood up on tippy-toes to peck him on the cheek. Can you imagine a pretty little Chinagirl in her wedding dress kissing a big black thug like Andre?
“Son,” Nancy’s father said from the podium when it was his turn to speak. “I can call you son now, right?” He was a Far East Studies professor, an academic with silver hair. For all his accolades, you could still tell he was just a grown-up anime nerd. “When I married Hiroko, things were different,” he said, pulling my mother-in-law close. “The world was closed-minded about mixed-race relationships. It warms my heart to see my daughter in my footsteps, I’m glad the world’s opening its mind. There are still closed-minded people out there, some won’t appreciate another mixed-race couple. They’re all bark, no bite. When they give you trouble, you just look them in the eye and kiss my daughter in front of them. Couples like you are healing the world, you’re healing the world with your love, what the world needs is more racial ambassadors like you.” Then he gave my mother-in-law an interracial kiss, drawing cheers from most guests, glares from a few of them.
As a surprise wedding present, Nancy’s great-aunt arranged a special Noh performance to conclude the reception. I had ‘noh’ idea what was going on as the players strummed their kotos, they kept chanting that gook poetry while the chick in the kimono twisted on stage. I felt like I was in that scene from Yasujiro Ozu’s “Late Spring”. From my seat of honor, there was no way to escape. I exchanged looks with Andre across the sanctuary, our eyes silently saying: ‘These people are crazy.’ At the end, the koto players stood up to shout ‘Tenno Banzai!’ Another great-aunt gave us a giant elaborately-framed painting of John Lennon and Yoko Ono. “Gee, thanks,” I said, “I mean, arigato.” It took two porters just to carry it through the church.
***
My troubles started when it came time to consummate the marriage. I was so excited to finally get in my pretty bride, I was trembling as I disrobed in the honeymoon suite. Nancy beckoned me into the big frilly bed, she was already naked, as eager as I was. I had slept with countless girls yet somehow I felt like the roles were reversed, like I was the virgin and she was the player. We exchanged tender kisses before she spread her pretty legs and presented herself to me. Her pussy was shining in anticipation and I felt like my dick would explode.
I started rubbing it up and down her horny labia, she gasped it felt so good. “Maybe I’ll just rub you like this,” I said, teasing. She reached up and grabbed me to pull me inside her. But it was not to be. The head of my dick bumped up against her opening but she was simply too tight. We exchanged puzzled looks and then I grabbed my dick in my hand, carefully angling and pressing it against her, trying to get it inside. For Nancy’s part, she was thrusting her hips against me, encouraging me to take her cherry. I’d’ve given anything to get my dick inside her, but there was no way. It was like trying to put a rope through the eye of a needle. I grabbed her legs and pinned them back against her shoulders, a surefire way to open any slut, but even that didn’t help.
“You’re too big,” she said in a sultry voice. She had her hands on my hips and she was trying to pull me in. Not even the head of my dick could get inside her. I thought maybe she’d open up if I went down on her. So I did exactly that, making tender love with my mouth. She had her delicate fingers in my hair, she was moaning and whimpering, pushing against me. It’s strange, I had no trouble probing her with my tongue, why couldn’t I get my dick in? From her trembling I knew she was gonna cum. I didn’t want to let her cum before putting my dick in so I stopped eating and tried my penis again. Can you picture the arousal on her face as I rubbed the head up and down her slit? You could hear wet slurping sounds as I rubbed her pussy with my dick, that’s how horny my little wife was.
“Put it in, darling,” she mewled, her legs were spread so obscenely, and believe me, I wanted to. I felt so close, like if her pussy was a hairsbreadth looser I could get it inside her. She started trembling just from me rubbing her. I thought in the moment of orgasm she would open up a little and let me inside. Well she started cumming and it was intense. She was wailing with frustrated pleasure, her face contorted with desire. I thrust hard, like battering a narrow gate with a ram. The fortress held strong, invaders repelled. I almost didn’t realize what an effect all that rubbing was having on me too, suddenly I felt myself cumming, I looked down and saw all my cum pooling around her opening and then overflowing all over her pretty mound. I gave one final push, maybe all that cum would lube her up a bit, but it was futile, my key would not fit that lock.
“Darling that felt so good,” she said, cuddling, comforting me. “You’ll get it in next time honey. I bet lots of white husbands have trouble getting in their Asian wives.” We kissed and petted, and I realized she was right, the episode HAD felt good, even if I didn’t penetrate her. I had mixed emotions, all the frustration from my failure mingled with my love for her and I felt my love deepening, becoming more tender. I wondered if I ever really loved a woman before. I had slept with enough of them but I never felt so vulnerable and exposed.
Our relationship had entered a new phase. Instead of a chaste fiance, I had an insatiable wife on my hands, thirsty for all kinds of affection. Any time, day or night, she would start rubbing her body against me, seducing, enticing. It doesn’t matter what I was doing, if I was at my desk she would climb on my lap, open my pants, pull out my big white dick and lower herself onto it. If I was in the shower she would come in and kiss me, rubbing those tits on me, titties too big for an Asian girl, she would grab my hard dick and angle it up against her wet pussy. My dick was too big to get in. I never thought it was possible, but a girl really can be too tight. She would rub herself all over my shaft, grinding her clit all up and down the length of it, until one or both of us would cum buckets. Nancy was such a patient wife, she never said a word to make me feel bad about my failure. If anything, she showed more and more affection, going down and kissing my dick like a treasure. We would gaze in each others’ eyes, hoping, acting like this next attempt would be the one. But I was locked out.
***
“Say what?” said Andre when I explained my problem. We were at the country club, golfing with our Exclusive Equity golf-clubs. “You can’t be serious.” He paused to take a swing, sending his ball sailing out onto the green. “Must be that sideways vagina. Every Asian girl’s got one. You just gotta turn your dick sideways. Come on bro, I’m twice as big as you and I’ve done plenty girls Nancy’s size.”
“I’m not joking, man,” I said. “I’ve tried everything. Lubed, unlubed, me on top, her on top… I even tried putting it in soft. The worst part is it’s always so close, like if I could just push a little harder I’d slip right in.”
Andre studied me. “You know, I believe you’re telling the truth,” he said. “Maybe it’s a condition? Maybe she has one of those abnormally strong hymens. I saw a movie where a wife had that. She was shy about telling her doctor, but once her husband convinced her, the doctor fixed her no problem.”
“It’s not her hymen,” I said, “she lost that horseback riding. I can finger Nancy no problem, there’s nothing in the way. I just can’t get my dick in.”
“Now you’ve piqued my curiosity,” Andre said. Then half-jokingly, “See if she’ll give me a try.”
“Yeah, sure,” I said. “If there’s anyone in the world bigger than me, it would be you. You’re like a foot long, dude. If I can’t get inside Nancy, you wouldn’t have a chance.”
“Let me think,” Andre said, stroking his chin. Gears were turning in his head. “Nancy isn’t on birth control, is she?”
“Of course not,” I said, though I couldn’t see how that could be relevant.
“You’re a bro so I’ll help you,” Andre said. “Let me do some research and I’ll see what I can find. Give you some of that Exclusive Equity mentorship.”
“Thanks,” I said. “I’d try just about anything.”
***
That night Nancy and I had a special treat in store. We had ordered a dildo just barely smaller than me and it had finally arrived. My wife was reclining on the bed in her pretty pink nighty, gazing as I opened the package.
“Oh!” she said, covering her mouth. “You didn’t tell me it was… I mean, you didn’t say the color was…”
“Black,” I said. “I searched so many sites, black is the only color anywhere. I even called one of the vendors. She said the manufacturers stopped making other colors. There’s no demand for them any more. Everyone wants them in black lately.”
“You should’ve told me,” Nancy said. “I could’ve ordered one from Japan. We have the opposite shortage, you know. In Japan, they only come in white.”
“That would take forever,” I said, “overseas shipping. Why couldn’t that great-aunt of yours give us a wedding present we really needed! Anyway, aren’t these always lost in customs? Confused for bombs or something?”
“I don’t mind black if you don’t,” Nancy said. Then, to restore the mood: “I was thinking of you today honey. Come lie down, I’ll show you what I was thinking.”
In bed Nancy started lovingly covering my whole body with kisses. She likes to start at my lips and go to my neck. From there she goes to my chest, and so on until at last she reaches her favorite part. I’ve heard some women get tired of giving oral when they put on a wedding ring. Nancy is the opposite. She loved kissing and devouring my dick before, and being married only made her love it more. Have you ever had a girl suck your dick while she gazes up at you with those oriental eyes? With all the months of practice she’d gotten better and better. She would swallow the tip and make these adorable, quiet gagging sounds, never breaking eye contact for a second.
When it was time to use the dildo, she took it and slowly inserted it. Even though it was silicone, I felt insanely jealous watching that obscene black cock sink into my lovely bride. It was hardly a centimeter smaller than me, but I guess that made all the difference. I put a hand over hers so I could guide her a little while still letting her be the one controlling the toy. I was surprised to find her hand trembling, that made my heart flutter, I loved this girl so much. Inch by slow inch, we pushed the toy in until it was almost all inside. Nancy was breathing heavy, and her face all glazed over, damn she looked sexy. Is anything more erotic than watching your loving wife confront her first black dildo?
When the toy was as deep as it was gonna go, Nancy held still. Catching her breath, letting her body adjust. I maneuvered on my side so I could tenderly kiss her while still resting one hand on her hand holding the dildo.
“Mmmm, I wish it was you inside me,” Nancy said, breaking the kiss and gazing lovingly at me. “You know, maybe before we move it any more, we should give this dildo a name.”
“What do you want to name it?” I said, kissing her forehead.
“Hmmm,” she said. “It’s black, how about we name it after our best man, who’s also black? We shall name our new toy ‘Andre’.”
“I don’t know how I feel about that,” I said. “You know, I was jealous when you danced with him at the wedding.”
“Should’ve thought of that when you made him best man,” she said with a mischievous wink.
That’s when I knew this was her way of getting back at me for not listening to her when she wanted a different best man. I’ve had plenty of experience with all kinds of women and I know how to pick my battles. In the industry, we call this a ‘shit test’. The right course of action would be to play it off like it doesn’t really bother you. If you escalate and make a big deal out of it, you fail the ‘shit test’ and lose value in your target’s eyes. Calculating quickly, I decided to go on the offensive and counter my wife’s ‘shit test’ with a little subtle ‘negging’.
“At least I didn’t pick a chipmunk maid of honor,” I said, giving her a wink for a wink.
“Hey!” she said, playfully swatting my chest. Then: “I love you, darling,” and she initiated another kiss. Another ‘shit test’ expertly passed, they don’t call me The Artist for nothing. Now I had more value in my wife’s eyes than ever.
“Isn’t it time we let ‘Andre’ do his magic?” I said, gently squeezing her hand which was still holding the dildo unmoving inside her.
“Oh ‘Andre’,” Nancy whimpered, and she starting pleasuring herself with her toy. I maneuvered so I could suck on her lovely pink nipple. Of all the wonders of my wife’s little body, my favorite part of all was those amazing titties, so much bigger than any Asian girl’s titties should be, I guess she inherited them from the white side of her family. I could spend all day sucking on those delicious pink nipples, they contrasted so beautifully with her Japanese skin.
Asian girls always have sensitive nipples. When I started nibbling on Nancy’s perfect nipple it got her all hot and bothered. She started writhing, pushing ‘Andre’ in herself harder, her chest rising as she breathed hard, which just pushed her nipple harder against my teeth. Soon she was doing that familiar trembling I love so much. But this time her orgasm was accompanied with something new. “Oh, ‘Andre’, ‘Andre’!” she wailed, shaking with the throes of ecstasy. I squeezed hard on her hand, taking over control of the toy as my wife lost all control of her body. I dug it harder into her, fucking her with it and pushing her to new heights. When she couldn’t take any more she grabbed me and forcefully kissed me, devouring my tongue. Did I ever tell you how nice it is to have a wife who speaks French?
***
The next day I came home exhausted from work. Usually I just troll imageboards or flirt with interns all day when I’m not at lunch or the golf-course. I let my middle-managers run everything. But until I climb my way to the C-Suite I still have to do real work once a blue moon. I plopped down in the recliner and put up the footrest. My lovely wife, isn’t she the best? She came in dressed as a geisha. “Welcome home honey,” she placed a cup of my favorite tea on the coffee table beside me, then she went to her knees and started rubbing my feet.
“Mmm that feels good,” I said. “How do you always know what I need?”
“Easy,” she said. “I talked with Andre at work today.” She leaned down and gave my feet some kisses. “Andre said you’d be tired from your meeting and need a good footrub.”
“Mmm, he’s right,” I said. Then with a teasing voice: “I wonder who’s better to me, my pretty little wife rubbing my feet, or my friend who told her to do it.”
“Your friend might be better than you think,” Nancy said, smiling up at me between kisses. She opened up her geisha dress to let her big gorgeous bosoms pour out. She starting rubbing my feet with them, I love when she does that. I playfully flicked one of her nipples with my big toe. “Honey,” she said, “I didn’t know you told Andre about our little problem! But I’m sure glad you did. Andre says he did some research and he says he can help us.”
“He can?” I said, grabbing the teacup and sipping some tea.
“He can,” she said. “But he’s got two conditions. The first condition is I have to see him in private and I’m not allowed to tell you what he does to me.”
“Really?” I said. “Isn’t that a little suspicious? Why would Andre insist on that?”
“I don’t know, baby,” my wife said. Her geisha makeup was smeared from kissing my feet, she looked slightly obscene with her lipstick messed up. “Maybe he wants to take advantage of me? Get me in private and do something naughty? He did like putting his hands on me when we danced at the wedding.”
If it was another ‘shit test’, it was a stupid one, because if I couldn’t get inside her, Andre certainly couldn’t with his big black cock. “I doubt we have to worry about that,” I said. “I trust Andre implicitly. And he knows if he tries anything you’ll call your yakuza pals. What’s his second condition?”
“Andre says he thinks of you like a brother,” she said, getting up and climbing on my lap. “He says if he fixes our problem he doesn’t want to be responsible for any accidents.”
“And what does that mean?” I said, rubbing her hips through the geisha outfit.
“It means you have to promise to use condoms,” she said. She pressed her titties against my shirt and nuzzled my neck with her face, giving me little neck-kisses. “At least until we decide to start a family.”
“Mentor or not, I don’t think that’s Andre’s business,” I said, running my hand through her hair.
“Honey didn’t you say you’d try anything?” Nancy looked up at me with doe eyes.
“Fine,” I said. “If Andre can help us, I promise I’ll use a rubber. But I really doubt he’ll succeed.”
***
“Ladies and gentlemen,” I said, addressing an auditorium of middle managers. “It gives me great pleasure to present this year’s Inter-Divisional Award for Excellence in Upper Management to my esteemed colleague Andre Black.” Andre’s division cheered, the other divisions glared.
“As you know, I cast the tie-breaking vote for Andre, so I’ve been asked to give this little speech. I’d like to tell you I voted for Andre because he’s a great leader and manager. But that would be dishonest. The truth is, I voted for Andre because he did me a great personal favor. The reason I’m telling you this is to motivate you to climb the ranks yourselves. When I joined Exclusive, I was a money manager lower than you. And now I have fellow division heads doing personal favors for me. You, too, should do whatever it takes to advance, so you too can climb the glorious Exclusive Equity ladder.”
The auditorium broke into a roar of applause. Andre strode up and shook my hand, accepted the giant novelty oversized trophy and posed for the press with his practiced smile. As I descended from the podium, the president grabbed my arm. “Great speech,” he said, clapping my shoulder. “You’ve got some real C-Suite potential.”
Everything I said above is true, and that’s why that year Andre won an award that almost always goes unclaimed because every division-head votes for himself. Andre deserved that reward and much more. I don’t know how he did it, but he did the impossible, he did something to my sweet wife Nancy which helped her loosen up. He made her swear an oath to never tell me how he did it, and her deep-ingrained Bushido honor code means she sticks to her word. So I guess I’ll never know just what Andre did, but the important thing is it worked.
***
I’ll always remember that evening when Nancy came home to me from Andre’s apartment. She was smiling real wide and she had this glow I’d never seen on her. “Honey it worked,” she said. “Our problems are over!”
“What did he do,” I said, “hypnotize you or something?”
She ignored my question and wiggled her hips seductively into the bedroom. I followed and found her on the bed, gazing at me with this “come fuck me” look. I tore off my clothes and dived in the bed with her, into her embrace. She felt warmer than usual, softer, more feminine, as if a girl like that could possibly be any more feminine. As she kissed me her lips felt moister than usual. I guess she must have slipped out of her panties like a ninja because she was only in the room for a moment before I joined her and yet, when I put my hand under her skirt, she was bare. I drew my hand back as if I’d touched fire. That wasn’t the tight pussy I knew! My wife was wide open, it was like Spring had arrived at last for a late-blooming flower. I got on my knees and pushed her skirt up to inspect her. That slit that was usually so tight was gaping wide open, inflamed, like the American navy had arrived with its gunships to open Japan’s trade routes at last.
“Do you like it honey?” she said. She was gazing at me with a twinkle of love in her eyes.
Instead of answering her, I dived right in and started eating her. She even tasted different, it’s like how every man fantasizes about his wife becoming another woman, well it was like that fantasy had really come true. Right away she had her hands in my hair, sexy fingernails clawing me, she was groaning and thrusting her sexy hips at me as I ate her.
“I’ll make you forget those other girls,” she said, voice ragged from the oral pleasure I was giving her. “Make love to me darling. I’m gonna take you to the land of milk of honey.”
I got up on my knees and she lifted her butt so I could pull off her skirt. I felt that thrill you only feel the very first time you pull a girl’s skirt off, when she’s just finished high school and her parents finally leave her alone in the house. She was looking up at me with that lustful wanton look only a young little wife can make. I was just about to throw myself at her but she stopped me. She maneuvered so she had her back to me and she grabbed something, I couldn’t tell what. Then when she turned back to face me, she was holding a condom package with her teeth, silently offering it to me. Have you ever taken a condom from a girl’s teeth like that? You could’ve snapped her picture and put it on a magazine cover. Well, I grabbed that thing and tore it right open. I wrapped up my dick, Nancy spread her legs real wide open and I was inside her at last. I won’t attempt to reduce the physical act here to a bunch of words in a story. Love is something spiritual, you can’t do it justice no matter how eloquently you describe body parts rubbing body parts. If I tried to put in words how it felt making love to my loving little waifu it would be like trying to teach you Shakespeare by describing the pages and the binding. All I’ll say is she was right, I’d been wandering around in a desert, but my girl led me to that land of milk and honey.
EPILOGUE
I never did learn what my black friend Andre did to my loving little Japanese wife but whatever it is, it worked. Before he worked his magic I could never get in her, she was just simply too tight. When she came back from his apartment, she fit me like a glove.
Whatever it was, it wasn’t permanent. Every couple weeks, Nancy would tighten up again and then try as I might, I couldn’t open her little clamshell. Have you ever been right there staring at a pussy you want so bad it makes your head flip, and yet your dick is too big and you can’t push it in? Fortunately Andre was was always happy to lend us a hand. Picture me, all wound up on a Friday night, wanting nothing other than to make love to my pretty wife. But she’s too tight that night so instead I have to watch her doll herself up to go over to Andre’s. “It’s just a Japanese thing, honey,” she says, “we can’t go out anywhere without getting dressed up.” I have to control myself as she steps out looking so pretty. Picture me climbing the walls waiting for my loving little wife to come home. Finally she comes back hours later, radiant and glowing. Sweet relief when I get inside her at last. After so much waiting and yearning, it doesn’t even bother me when she insists on a condom.
I did eventually climb my way to the C-Suite at Exclusive. That’s right, bitch, you better watch yourself, you’re talking to Exclusive Equity’s Chief Diversity and Inclusion Officer. Nancy and I moved to a bigger house right next to headquarters. Nancy got promoted too, she’s no longer an entry-level PR assistant, now she’s PM for a big IT project, though it did mean switching to another division, in fact, to Andre’s division, by coincidence. Now HE’S her boss’s boss.
With all that extra income, Nancy and I finally decided it was time for a family. “Honey,” she said, “I’ve been talking to Andre at work. He says if we’re going to make a baby we need to be serious about it. He says I should stay at his place a couple of weeks. That way I’ll be loosened up a good long time so you and I can make a baby right.” Well who am I to argue with my Exclusive Equity mentor? And he was absolutely right. When Nancy got back from her two week ‘vacation’, it took no time for her to get pregnant. Would you have ever believed an irresponsible horndog like me would end up a father? Sometimes life’s just full of little twists like that.
Our boy must have got his genes from Nancy’s Japanese side, because he came out with a tan. I insisted we make Andre the godfather. Nancy objected strenuously. “Half my relatives have never even seen a black man. Do you know what a scandal you’re causing? They’re gonna gossip about us all the way to Okinawa.”
“They’d gossip anyway,” I said. “Let’s give them something to gossip about,” and I shut her up with a kiss.
There’s a lot more stuff I’d like to put in this story. Stuff like how everyone at work had a laugh at my expense when Andre insisted as godfather he should bring my son to “bring your kid to work day”. Stuff like how Nancy reacted when I showed her “The Dream of the Fisherman’s Wife”. Stuff like what happened when Exclusive Equity put Nancy in charge of the company’s V-J Day celebrations. Alas! However hard I strain and strive, I just can’t push anything more in. The margins won’t fit it, the story is simply too tight.
(Fade lights. Roll credits. Theme song plays: “Oh Yoko!” by John Lennon)