Ingrid was sure it was her cutoff Bags that did it. In summer she
used to wear that whenever she goes to the corner shop. She had very
little doubt of the effect the clothes she wore had on men. There were
the wolf whistles. Sometimes there were just the lecherous glares she
got. But all were unmistakable. She couldn't blame them. She was a
woman proud of her body. All five foot eight and 120 pounds of solid
flesh. She supposed the clothes she wore accentuated the fact that
there was a real live wire underneath waiting for the right to come
along and tap it and put it to good use.
And when it finally happened, it had to be in summer. It was the day
Old Bag, Foo's had had an accident. Foo was away at work.
She had been trying to change a light bulb. There was no ladder, so she
had just piled a chair on top of a writing table. Normally he would do
it. But that day she had decided that she wasn't as useless as he
thought she was and was perfectly capable doing one simple job. Fixing
the light bulb wasn't a problem. But when she was getting down, she
missed her footing and landed on the floor with a thud. Bones,
especially in the lower leg of a middle-aged woman, were not built to
withstand a fall from five feet above floor. It was too much to expect
them to withstand the pressure especially when one had not been fully
trained on the art of breaking falls.
When she tried to get up she found that her left leg was numb. She had
twisted her ankle when she landed and it had instantly turned into a
slight swell. Ingrid came rushing from her bedroom.
"What happened?" a concerned-looking Ingrid asked excitedly.
"I think I twist ankle," she said in pain.
"Don't move. Just sit right there," said Ingrid as she rushed to the
phone and dialed the hospital. "What were you doing anyway?"
"Changing light bulb."
"Hello, can you pass me to emergency, please...Thank you..."
When finally, she was passed to the emergency section, Ingrid rattled
off the address and informed the person on duty that there had been an
accident. The lady on the line asked what the nature of the accident
was and Ingrid said it was probably a broken leg.
Saying it was a sprained ankle, she thought wouldn't get too much of
their attention. They might not think it serious enough to send an
ambulance, she thought. She hasn’t had too many fond memories of Hong
Kong since she her husband and followed him home to
Hong Kong. She was still struggling to pick up a phrase here
and there. Luckily the who answered the phone at the hospital
could understand English well enough.
She hadn't had much experience dealing with such emergencies, either.
When she put the phone down, she asked Bag for Foo's number at
his place of work. He was working as a foreman in a factory about five
miles away. When Bag gave her the number she dialed. It took ages
for anybody to answer the phone. When someone finally did, she was
again put on hold while someone went and call Foo. The two minutes
seemed to into eternity before finally a male voice grunted a
"Yeah, who's that?"
"Ingrid?" There was a cheerfulness in his voice. "What I do for you?"
"I'm afraid Bag has just had a small accident."
"I said Bag has just had an accident," she raised her voice
"Oh, is it serious?"
"She fell while changing the light bulb. I think she sprained her ankle
There was a pause on his side and she continued. "Look, I've called the
hospital. The ambulance should be here any minute now. Why don't you
meet us there. Don't worry, I think it's not as serious as it looks."
"Okay." And he hung up.
She put down the phone and went to look for a blanket to cover
Bag’s shivering body. It was warm outside but she seemed to be
trembling. Her face had grown a little pale and little beads of sweat
littered her forehead.
"Thanks," she mumbled in when Ingrid had covered her with the
Less than half an hour after they arrived at the hospital, Foo
arrived. He looked a little out of breath when he walked in. He came up
to where Ingrid was sitting.
"How wife?" he asked.
"I don't know. She's been inside there for quite a while now."
When a nurse came out of the emergency, they got up and approached her.
The nurse told them Bag had fractured her leg. She would be kept
for observation for a few days. When she was wheeled out of the
emergency room, her left left was in plaster up to her thigh.
She smiled at Foo when he asked how she was. "Okay."
"That's good. should have waited for me to come back and change
bulb," he reprimanded her, though not too forcefully.
"Well, it okay. Not very difficult," she said as she was wheeled
towards a ward.
The nurse explained that she'd have to stay in hospital for a few days
for observation. The problem wasn't with the fracture itself, but she
was all shook up after the accident and they want to be sure everything
was all right with her, the nurse explained to them. She was put in a
common ward together with dozens of other women, who all seemed to have
fractured one part of their anatomy or other. Quite a number of them
had both legs in plaster.
About fifteen minutes later, Ingrid was glad to be away from the smell
of antiseptic again. Foo had offered to drop her off at home but
she declined. She said she had some errands to run anyway and he still
had to get back to work. She promised to look in on him later at home.
That seemed to perk up Foo's ears.
She changed her mind about the errands and was back at home in less
than hour. She set about preparing a dinner to the best of her
ability. But Food was late coming home. So she took dinner alone.
Her husband, Foo (his called him Fool since his
marriage to the Swedish a year ago) was away on company business
Old Foo must have grabbed a dinner somewhere or stop off for a drink
with the boys, she thought. She hadn't really got on along all that
well with Foo. Not after he had made a pass at her just after she
and Foo came to live in Hong Kong. She and Foo had decided
to have a party at their house, something he picked up while studying
in Europe. It was New Year's eve. They had invited quite a number of
their neighbours and some of Foo's friends from work.
The had been on as the countdown to New Year began and when the
clock struck 12, everyone had gathered in the centre of the room
singing Auld Lang Syne. After that the shook hands while the ladies
kissed each other on the cheek. Then the kissed the ladies cheeks.
When it was Foo's turn to kiss her cheek, he let his mouth linger
for quite a while longer than usual while his hand grabbed her ass.
She had dismissed that at first. Just part of the New Year spirit. The
drink was to blame, she told herself. He had tried to cop a feel every
now and then but soon she got wise to it and somehow managed to get out
of his way. He had not tried it for quite a while now. Must have given
up on me, she told herself.
She slipped out of her clothes and changed into her dressing gown to
watch the telly. It must have been close to 10 when he returned. She
could hear him walking on the stairway. Then she heard the door open.
He came in and was leaning against the closed door. His eyes were half
closed and had the disposition of someone who had had more than a few
drinks over the driving limit.
"Hello..." he mumbled.
"Have you had dinner, Foo?" she asked, trying to sound friendly but
casual. She didn't want to seem too friendly.
"Yah...I have," he said.
"Well, goodnight then," she said.
He walked to the sofa before turning around and asking her to get him a
drink of water.
"Okay," she said, beginning to feel just a little uncomfortable in his
presence. She felt naked standing there in front of him in her
nightgown, with one of Foo's fanciful lingerie underneath. He
dragged himself to the sofa in front of the telly and she hurried to
the kitchen to get him a glass of water. She wished he would leave and
took her time getting the water. When she walked out, he was lying on
the sofa fast asleep. She shook his shoulder to wake him up. After a
while he opened his eyes.
"Goodnight," he mumbled and turned on his side and went back to sleep,
Oh dear, she thought to herself. How the hell am I going to get him
into his bedroom in that condition. He was almost as tall as her and
must weigh close to two hundred pounds. Well, guessed I'll just let him
sleep there. Should be save enough with him in his state.
She switched off the telly and went to her room. She returned a few
minutes later with a blanket. She covered him and stood looking at
Foo's face for a while before switching off the light and went to her
bedroom. She pulled the blanket closely around her. Her mind began
drifting. She thought of Foo. How she wished he was around,
especially on a night like this. She began to crave his company.
Sometimes that's what she missed most when he was away. The warmth of
another body next to her. She quickly dismissed the thought from her
mind and let herself drift slowly to sleep.
In the living room, Foo stirred. He opened his eyes wide, trying to
adjust his vision to the darkness. His lips broke into a smile. Fooled
you, didn't I? But he drifted off to sleep again. About two hours
later, Foo woke up with a start. The mind works in mysterious ways,
especially when one has formulated certain plans. It was as though he
didn't want to be late for an appointment. He had somehow managed to
set his mind to waking him up at a specific time. And to Foo, it
was now time for action. For sometime he just lay there, letting the
cobwebs clear. The seconds seemed to into minutes and the
minutes into hours. That was how it felt to Foo, lying their on the
sofa in the living room. Soon his mind cleared. He was a little tipsy
earlier on. But he had had time to get over the effects of the drink.
He was as wide awake as he'd ever be.
The clock on the telly showed that the time was almost midnight. Its
luminous hands shone with a green hue in the darkened room. He got up
to a sitting position, throwing the blanket off his body and looked
towards Ingrid's room. The light was shining under her door. Maybe she
was still awake, he thought. For a moment he had second thoughts about
what he intended to do. But he forced the thought out of his mind. The
unwelcome thought. He wasn't about to get cold feet, not after such an
opportunity offered itself to him. It might never come his way again.
So he meant to make full use of it. He has had the hots for his
daughter-in-law ever since the newly-weds moved in with him. He walked
towards Ingrid's room. For a moment he stood in front of the door,
collecting his thoughts. With trembling hands he twisted the door
handle. It turned and the door opened noiselessly. Good, she didn't
lock the door. As though she was waiting for him to come in, he
thought. The bedside lamp was on and it took him a few moments to let
his eyes adjust to the light.
He stepped inside and closed the door. He looked towards the bed. In
the dim light of the bedside lamp, he could just see her upper body,
which was not covered by the blanket. Her face was turned away from the
light, so he couldn't tell if her eyes were open. Her chest, loosely
covered by her nightgown rose and fell gently. Her breathing was calm,
so she must be sound asleep, he thought. Slowly he walked towards the
bed. At the side of the bed, he bent down and checked her face. Her
lips were slightly parted. He lowered his head until their faces were
just inches apart.
He placed a hand on the mattress beside her. His other hand gripped the
bedrest to steady himself. Then gently he touched his lips to hers but
just for a moment. When he drew away, she dreamily licked her own lips.
She must be having a pleasant dream. He kissed the lips again. They
felt warm against his own lips. She sighed gently and opened her mouth.
But her eyes remained closed.
He enjoyed her pouted lips a moment longer before straightening and
quickly removing his and pants before freeing his erection from
the constraints of his shorts. The semi-erect penis shook gently in the
night air. The pieces of clothing lay in a heap on the floor at his
feet. He sat down beside her on the bed and gently lifted the flap of
her nightgown off her right chest. It was just as he had imagined. Her
firm succulent with its sharp pointed nipple. It felt nice to
his touch. He squeezed the gently before leaving it a moment to
expose her left breast. Then he brought his face close to the two
exposed mounds of flesh. He could smell the fragrance of her perfume as
he inhaled the perfumed valley between her breasts. He ran his cheeks
against the the two bulbous flesh before bringing his lips to her left
nipple. His tongue tweaked it gently. The nipple crinkled and grew taut
as he took it inside his mouth. Her lips let out a soft moan. He
released the nipple and looked up at her face which was now turned
towards the light.
The face had lost the calm look it had on earlier and her breathing
lost its gentle rhythm. But her eyes remained tightly shut. This time
he took her right nipple between his lips, his tongue teasing it and
feeling it harden. The soft moans escaping her lips were now more
regular. Foo was past caring. He wasn't as gentle about his
movements anymore. He didn't care if his action would awaken her from
her pleasantly disturbing sleep. Foo pulled the blanket off
Ingrid's body. Her nightgown slipped away together with the blanket.
She no longer had her on and his eyes feasted on the the mound
between her slightly open thighs. To Foo, her was the most
beautiful he had ever seen. It was after all the first European he
had ever seen in his 54 years. Maybe he just thought so because of the
lewd thoughts going through his mind. The mound was covered by a thin
mat of hair, just like her head. She must have shaved herself
often, he thought. But what caught his attention were the lips of her
cunt. They look pink, fat and tender. That’s quite a change from
Bag’s. His face made its brief journey down to the lower part of her
body, planting soft kisses along the way. Then he touched the lips of
her sex. It was moist. He traced the opening with his middle finger.
Her juices were making her nice and wet for him, although she
still hadn't realised it just yet. Then placing both thumbs on her sex
he drew her lips open and her harden clitoris peaked out
sheepishly at him. He brought his face down, inhaling her, before his
mouth greeted her sex. He found her clitoris and he his tongue twirled
the distended nodule, bringing soft moans from her lips.
Then Foo buried his face in her sex and let his tongue take over
the work his fingers were doing earlier, bringing more soft moans from
her lips. Her thighs opened slightly when he pushed his tongue inside
her and her bum gyrated gently on the mattress. She seemed to be
murmuring something in her sleep. At times her lower body moved as
though to escape the pleasure his tongue was bringing to her sex. But
he wouldn't let up, pushing his tongue inside her, then moving his
tongue faster in and out of her parted cunt.
He had to have her now before he wasted his load, he thought. When he
lifted his head off her pussy, she groaned. In her sleep, she seemed to
be protesting the interruption in the pleasure she was feeling down
there. Her buttocks lifted off the bed slightly as though to follow the
object that was making her loins tingle with sweet agony just moments
before. He didn't want to disappoint her. Worse still, he didn't want
to disappoint himself. He crawled on top of her.
His erection was throbbing wildly, the foreskin moving back to expose
the bulbous knob of his penis. His cock wasn’t long, only six inches.
But it was thick. It had satisfied many women before Ingrid. There’s no
reason why it wouldn’t do so again. His arms stretched out in front of
him on each side of her body, holding his upper torso off hers. Their
body hardly touched. Only his knees made contact with the insides of
her lower thighs, keeping her legs open to prevent her from closing
them prematurely. Without using his hands he guided the head of his
erection until it was resting on the mouth of her sex. He pushed
forward gently, the gentle pressure forcing the lips of her to
open slightly to accommodate the rounded knob. Then ever so gently he
began rotating his hips, pushing forward and into her. The wet,
slippery walls of her allowed the knob of his penis to enter her
easily. He withdrew slightly and pushed his throbbing cock into her
again, each entry deeper than the previous one until he was buried to
the fullest inside her. He closed his eyes, loving the feel of her
pussy walls enveloping his stiff rod. As he rode the sleeping figure on
the bed, he could feel Ingrid's well-trained milking his cock. He
increased his speed slightly, but just so. The last thing he wanted was
to shoot his load before he had a chance to fully enjoy the luscious
body of his son's wife. Her buttocks slowly moved to the rhythm of his
thrusts, pushing upwards to complement his penetration. Groaning
loudly, she suddenly opened her eyes to stare up at an unfamiliar face
above hers. Unfamiliar, that is in that position. He didn't stop what
he was doing although he realised she was now awake. For a while her
body continued moving to the rhythm he was setting. Then as the cobwebs
cleared it began to dawn upon her what he was doing. Her body went
Her mouth opened in surprise but for a while no sound came out as her
eyes opened wide with a mixture of shock and anger. All thought of
sleep left her.
"What the hell..."
"Sh...Sh..." he said, imploring her to be quiet as he increased the
speed of his thrusts into her.
She must look a sight, she thought. Her legs splayed wide open and her
father-in-law giving it to her for all he's worth. In spite of her
initial flash of anger, she couldn't deny the forbidden pleasure he
arousing inside her. By that time he had planted his full weight on her
body, grounding his pelvis against her mound. Her anger, however,
didn't stop her from enjoying what he was doing. But she sure as hell
wasn't going to let him know she was enjoying it just as much as he
was. He seemed to realise she was trying to hide the pleasure his cock
was giving her. And he was just as determined to win the battle. So he
plunged deeper and deeper into her. She bit her lips trying to suppress
her groan and turned away from the light to hide her face from him. But
he seemed to know what was going through her mind. He wanted her
surrender completely. Suddenly he withdrew completely from her, keeping
his penis poised at the opening. After a few moments she turned around
to face him, wondering what he was up to when without warning he
plunged the stiff rod into her again hard.
"Ah.....oh God....!" she cried out as his hard rod seemed to reach the
depth of her womanhood. And she couldn't hide her feelings anymore and
she just let herself go. Her soft moans were beginning to get to
Foo who began to show some signs of tiring, as he took himself slowly,
but surely to his climax.
He was also bringing her closer to her height of pleasure. Her arms
spread out like a body crucified as her fingers dug into the rumpled
bedsheets, her knuckles turning white from the pressure.
"Oh, fuck me. Harder...Harder," she grasped. Her hands suddenly leaving
the sheets to crush his body to hers, her nails digging into the flesh
of his back as she felt the first spasm of her orgasm. That was what he
was waiting for. Before she was through she felt him tense and this was
followed shortly by a sudden warmness shooting up her channel. He
slumped against her body.
He lifted his head and stared down at her face. He had a satisfied
smirk on his face. He started laughing softly, knowing that no matter
what she was going to say, he was certain she enjoyed the fucking he
just gave her. Her eyes flashed at his in anger but she knew she was
powerless. She knew she'd be better off keeping her mouth shut, rather
than open her mouth and create a scandal. She could do without such
media attention as surely the tabloids would have her on the
front page. No thank you. She can do without that.
In all probability, people were not going to believe her words, anyway.
They’ll probably call her a whore. They’ll probably say she was asking
for it and got what she deserved. Of that she was certain. All her
neighbours would know. All of Foo's friends and colleagues would
know. Who was she after all? Of course there's also the fact that she
had enjoyed the fuck. If anything, Ingrid liked to be honest with
herself at least. Admitting to herself that she had enjoyed it sorts of
made the burden a little easier to bear.
Ingrid got up and went to the bathroom. She stood naked in front of the
bathroom mirror. There were no visible changes. There were so evidence
on her body to show that she was forced into having sex with Foo.
There wasn't even a single mark on her body that pointed to the fact
that she had just been raped. She could bet her ass on the fact that
none of her neighbours would say they heard her screaming for help in
the middle of the night. And she never did anyway. Just a lot of
moaning and groaning towards the end. There were also no evidence to
show that she had just been fucked either. If she were to walk out of
her house fully-clothed right then, no one would have been the wiser
about what had just happened.
Then her mind drifted to Foo. Well, what of him? Serves him right
for being away most of the time. What's a to do when she's always
left alone? The lonely nights. Where are you, Foo? Shacked up
with a nice piece of ass, I'd bet. She dismissed the thought of her
husband from her mind. After washing herself, she walked out of the
bathroom and switched off the light. Then she walked towards the bed
where Foo was. He hadn't put on his clothes.
"Hadn't you better put your clothes on and go back to your room?"
"Well, it's rather late." She looked at the alarm clock on the bedside
table. It was a quarter to two in the morning.
"Who care?" he shrugged his shoulders.
"That's easy for you to say."
“Fuck again?” he said, more a statement than a question as he threw the
blanket off his body. It was a repetition of the numerous she had
gone to bed with. They always seemed to want seconds almost immediately
after the first time they went to bed with her. She gasped. His penis
was in a semi-erect state.
She could feel the blood rushing to her face, as she stared at his
nakedness wide-eyed. He caught hold of her hand and pulled her on to
the bed. For a moment, a very brief moment, she hesitated as she felt
herself falling into his arms. He turned her around so that her back
was lying against his chest and her head was resting in the crook of
left arm. She looked up at him. Speechless. She wet her dry lips with
her tongue. Teasing him and daring him to make his next move. He didn't
need further invitation as he bend down and crushed his mouth against
hers. His tongue probed her mouth open and did battle with hers. His
reached out and grabbed a tit each hand. Both thumbs and forefinger
caught her nipples. They hardened as she purred at the attention he was
paying to her breasts.
When their mouths parted, he asked her, "You like fuck with Foo?"
She burst out laughing. She suddenly discovered that he wasn't all that
revolting as the familiar stirrings returned to her loins. She crinkled
her nose at him. All the irritation she had felt earlier were
momentarily gone. He lowered his head to reacquaint his lips with hers
again. This time she was kissing him back just as passionately. He knew
he hadn't been wrong. This was one hot-blooded woman waiting for the
right to come along and turn on her switch. And that wasn’t his
son, Fool. That prick of a he called son couldn’t hope to
satisfy a woman such as Ingrid.
"Stand up," he commanded, helping her to her feet. She realised what he
wanted to do and groaned inwardly in anticipation. Planting her feet on
either side of his body, she bend down offering him a splendid back
view of the lower part of her body.
He gripped her rounded bum and brought it to within inches of his face.
He loved the view of her exposed cunt, the lips puffy and moist. He
could smell her need and his tongue snaked out to taste the morsel of
flesh before clamping his lips to the mouth of her sex.
"Oh...God..." she groaned, grounding her sex into his face.
"Like it...?" he asked as his mouth moved away from her
"Oh..." her buttocks shuddered, her growing wetter and begging for
"Well, what you Foo do now?" he teased.
She answered by pushing her closer to his face. But he avoided
"Tell Foo, tell what you want..." he said.
"Please stop teasing me..."
"Then say...say what you want Foo do..." he encouraged her.
"I...I...want you to make me come..."
"Yes and I want you to lick my clit. I want you to eat my cunt. Then I
want you to take your hard cock and fuck me and fuck me, again and
again and again..." she said, hardly believing what she has just begged
him to do.
He was ready to accommodate her request. His mouth went back to her sex
once again and his tongue snaked out in search of her clitoris. Finding
it, he tweaked the love button, bringing a moan of delight from her. He
let himself slide further down on the bed until his head was resting on
the pillow. Her bum followed him, not wanting to lose the delightful
contact. He never stopped using his tongue. This was sweet for
all those times she had taunted him. Walking around in her cutoff
Bags or miniskirts. Exposing her crotch whenever she walked up the
steps when he was walking directly behind her. Making him wild with
desire all those times. She was a cockteaser, all right. Well, she has
found her match in Foo, hadn't she? And is he going to make her
pay for all those pent-up desires, the frustration of not being able to
have her all those times. The desires he was still having as bad as
ever. Never thought I'd be doing this to you, eh? In that position,
Ingrid found herself staring at his erection every time she opened her
eyes. She couldn't resist taking it in her hand, stroking the hard
cock, feeling it throb in her hand. Now it was his turn to moan aloud
as he felt her warm, moist tongue suddenly stroking the underside of
his cock. When she took the erection inside her mouth, he moaned again
and buried his tongue as far as he could into her sopping cunt. All of
a sudden she lifted herself off him and turned around. Squatting down,
she brought her sex to the erect penis. Her hand guided its head
between her vulva.
"Now, fuck me. Fuck me hard," she commanded, her lips making
gentle, undulating motions on his cock head.
He did as he was told, lifting his ass off the bed, he stabbed into her
inviting cunt, burying his hardness with renewed vigour into the depths
of her womanhood. He gripped her ass cheeks firmly in his hands, as he
slammed into her as hard as he could again and again.
"Yes, like that. Harder! Fuck me, fuck me!" she cried as she felt
herself reaching her climax.
But he was far from over. He pushed her off him. Getting her on all
fours, he aimed his proud lance at the gaping, upturned and again
buried himself inside her to the hilt. He increased the pace as he felt
himself nearing his own climax.
"Move ass...that right...like that..." he shouted as she wriggled her
As he slammed into her one final time, he felt a sudden release. That
triggered her orgasm again, her groans muffled by the pillow as they
both collapsed in exhaustion on the bed, sweat drenching their bodies.
She was gasping for breath, her eyes tightly shut. He let his slowly
deflating cock slip out of her and dropped down at her side.
The next morning when she woke up her body was aching all over after
the night's workout with Foo. And she must admit it was one hell of
a night. Not a night she was likely to forget in quite a while. Ingrid
got up and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Foo walked in
and helped himself to some coffee.
"I trust you daughter-in-law had good night sleep," he said.
She laughed and nodded.
"Old Foo go hospital to see Bag before go work. Any message?"
"No. No messages. I'll probably drop in and see her in the afternoon."
"Okay, I tell Bag that. "
Old Foo walked up to Ingrid and gave her a kiss. She responded to his
kiss and he grabbed a handful of ass before walking off. She heard the
front door close and knew he had left. She was sure she would see him
again. And again. There was no stopping it now that it had started, she
thought. That afternoon she went to see Bag at the hospital.
Bag was in an unusually jovial mood. Her leg in a cast which had now
become slightly discoloured by graffiti of various colours. She must
have had a lot of visitors since yesterday, thought Ingrid.
"Old Foo's friends and other patients," she told Ingrid.
Ingrid added her own get well message at a small space on the side that
was still available. But somehow she felt her own act was rather
pretentious. How do you react to a woman whose husband you had just
gone to bed with and would likely to go to bed with again. Bag
thanked her for looking after Foo while she was temporarily
indisposed. Ingrid was quite surprised by the statement.
"Old Foo say you help him sleep last night."
"Told him not to drink too much next time. He still like a child, that
That's what you think, thought Ingrid. As far as she was concerned he
was a conniving bastard. Likable enough in bed though. She couldn't
deny that she had enjoyed his attention. But still a cheat. Pretending
he was so pissed out she had to put him to bed. And the next thing
finding him on top of her in the middle of the night. He was drunk, all
right. But not half as drunk as she thought he was. And Ingrid felt
kind of ridiculous being thanked for what she did last night with
Foo. The lady would probably have a stroke if she knew the truth.
Ingrid didn't stay long. After promising to drop by again if she was
free the next day, she left. Glad to be away from the hospital. She
decided to go for a walk before going home. She also wanted to do her
Old Foo must have liked the way he was taken care of the previous
night. Right on the dot at eight that evening he was already planted in
front of the telly in the living room. He seemed to engrossed in a game
show, a can of beer in hand. At least, he showed that he has other
interests in life, thought Ingrid. He hadn't made any attempt to throw
her on the floor and rip her clothes off yet. In fact when he first
arrived he showed himself to be quite civil. He even shaved, had a bath
and put on a fresh pair of pants and shirt. He even brought her a bunch
of roses, something Foo hadn't done in quite a while. She
couldn't help liking him a little better. She was kind of flattered by
the attention he was giving her. No had ever done that for her
since she got married. That used to be all right. After all Foo
was doing it. But since the attention from Foo was getting quite
rare where flowers and candy were concerned, she realised she had
missed it. And tonight the bunch of roses was as romantic a gesture as
she had ever gotten from any man.
Ingrid had cooked dinner for Foo as well. It was one of the rare
occassions she cooked rice for dinner. She also had a pot of chicken
curry, which Foo seemed to consume with gusto. At least Foo
does like her cooking. Not just her pussy, which he had gone through
such great pains to get, she thought. She had stopped at the butcher's
shop on the way back from the hospital in the afternoon. She also
picked up some steaks from the butcher shop but changed her mind about
cooking them that night. Foo didn't seemed to mind as he went for
second helpings of her rice and chicken curry. Quite a change from
Bag's bland cooking, surely. Ingrid beamed with pleasure watching him
enjoying the food that she had gone to great pains to cook. Kind of
reminded her of Foo when they were first married. He used to like
her cooking too, among other things.
She walked into her bedroom to change. A little later she reappeared.
Tonight she was going to give the a treat. Ingrid had undressed
and returned in a white, lacy underwear that would have rattled a
celibate to the very foundation of his religious beliefs. And all the
more so when you're a hot-blooded like Foo. His hand was
visibly trembling when he brought the beer to his lips and drained its
content. She had switched off the lights when she came out of her
bedroom. The light in the room only came from the telly. He didn't turn
around when she approached the couch he was sitting on. Then she turned
on the table lamp before walking slowly in her bare feet until she was
standing between him and the telly. The game show was over ages ago. A
sitcom was on, but he wasn't about to complain about the distraction.
"Like it?" she asked, standing with one hand on her hip and the other
bent upwards touching her shoulder. A pose normally assumed by a
parading a new line of summer wear.
"Like it?" he answered, hardly believing his eyes. "Love it..." Could
this be the same woman he seduced last night? She had taken on a new
appearance and attitude. No longer the timid housewife and daughter-in-
law he was used to. This was a woman, hot-blooded desirable piece of
flesh. Want her? He had never wanted any woman in his life as he wanted
Ingrid saw the unmistakable look of lust in his eyes. It was the same
look Foo had in eyes when she first wore the nightgown in front
of him. The gown was held up by a thin strap of cloth. The laces on the
front covered part of her breasts, hiding her nipples. The back was cut
low down on her back. If she had worn it to the beach, it would have
passed as a swimsuit. It ended at the bottom of her crotch, held
together by the kind of buttons that come easily apart at the slightest
pull. Despite the dim light, her pubic hair was visible through the
flimsy material. She gave him one of those turn-on smiles, as if he
needed to be turned on further.
"You're just saying that..." she said, teasing him.
"You beautiful..." he answered, breathing heavily.
"Show me. Show me how much you like me," she said as she walked closer
to him. The light from the telly gave a sort of glow to the inverted-V
formed by the junction of her parted legs.
He was getting out of his clothes in record time. But his eyes never
left her, watching her pushed the strap of the nightgown off one
shoulder and slid it down her arm, exposing one of her breasts. Then
she took the exposed nipple in her fingers, teasing it until it
hardened. After giving similar treatment to her other nipple, she
exposed both her to his lecherous eyes. So you dirty man,
two can play the game, as you can see, she told herself. Her body
swayed as she continued teasing him, still staying out of his reach.
Some character on the sitcom was getting himself into an awkward
situation which drew laughter from the audience. On the couch Foo
was stroking his erection, watching Ingrid putting on as fabulous a
striptease show as he had ever seen. A private show only for Foo.
The fact that he would soon be fucking the striper in just a little
while heightened the pleasure he was giving himself. Her hand reached
down and pulled crotch of the underwear apart. She pulled up the flap
in front and exposed her crotch to him. Her finger teased the lips of
her sex apart, making them wet with her own desire. Foo was beside
himself on the couch. Several times he had to slow down his own
strokes, afraid he would shoot his load in his own hands. When he
couldn't stand it any longer, he got up and caught her arm, pulling her
towards him. Now she was standing just inches from him. She was still
stroking herself. Her index finger and forefinger parting the moist
lips to expose her excited clitoris. It was an invitation for him to
bury his face in her sex and he needed no prodding on her part to get
into the of action. His head was spinning as he grabbed her and
buried his tongue inside her. She groaned as she felt his mouth making
its welcomed intrusion of her sex. But it lasted only a moment. His
face left her and he was pulling her on top of him. He guided
himself inside her with a haste he had not felt in a very long time.
She didn't need him to tell her what to do as she slid up and down on
his erection. He was fucking her with wild abandon. Both were oblivious
to everything else. Behind her, the sitcom was over. But for them, the
night was far from over. Occasionally he would pause, letting his erect
penis rest deep inside Ingrid's cunt. Ingrid constricted her
muscles to massage his the cock, which was thrilling her with such
forbidden pleasure. She had known many in her life, but none of her
encounters were like this. Perhaps it was the thought of being fucked
by someone other than her husband. Her first after she had
Young Foo. After remaining faithful to Foo this past one year.
And to fuck her father-in-law at that.
She could taste her own sexual juices on his lips as her tongue slid
into his mouth and she ground her sex harder against his pelvis. His
pubic hairs teasing her clitoris increased her pleasure as he continued
pumping into her relentlessly. Finally they collapsed on the floor with
When they both recovered, Foo took her into her bedroom and made
love to her again. He was unbelievable. That he was able to have an
erection again soon after was a testament to his prowess and a
compliment to her own ability to arouse such feelings in him. It was as
though he was making up for lost time. Either that or he was on some
sort of ginseng, she thought. She had heard about those, the
aphrodisiac used by emperors of in the east to satisfy their hordes
Old Foo hardly allowed her to sleep, doing things to her body with his
hands and mouth when his cock needed the rest.
The next day proved to be less easy where sex between them was
concerned. Foo had taken the day off. He had gone to the hospital
early to pick up Bag who was allowed to return home. So things were
back to normal. Sort of. Ingrid helped with Bag's housework. Not
that there was that much to do. Only the vacuuming and bring her the
meals for which Bag was eternally grateful. It was Bag’s duty
to cook her husband’s meals when she was well.
But when she was in the kitchen cooking Bag's lunch earlier,
Foo had come into the kitchen under the pretext of helping her. Foo
must like living his life dangerously, she thought. Bag was in the
bedroom. But they had left the door open, so she could hear their
conversation in the kitchen and join in the exchange if she wanted to.
But most of the time she just remained quiet, except the few times she
would thank Ingrid for all her help. If only she knew the truth,
thought Ingrid. She couldn't help feeling guilty, but the guilt
heightened her forbidden pleasure.
"So Ingrid, when Foo coming home?" Foo asked. His hand had
found its way beneath her skirt, stroking her smooth thighs.
"Probably tomorrow or the day after," she answered, trying not to
laugh. He was tickling her, letting his finger trace the outline of her
panties. And in a whispered voice to him, "Old Foo, you stop that."
"What?" he replied softly. Then raising his voice, he said, "Sure nice
having Foo home again."
"Well, don't you tire him out." His fingers found their way under the
hem of her and encountered a moist opening.
Again in a hushed tone, "Look, if you keep doing that I'm never going
to get lunch ready."
"I hope I no get in your way in kitchen," he said, pushing a finger
into her warm, moist channel.
"No, that's quite all right, Foo," she answered. "Oh...Damn you,"
she whispered followed by a soft ooh as his other his middle finger
tweaked her clitoris.
"Old Foo, stop getting in way of Ingrid. And bring me water." Bag
called from the bedroom.
"Yah," he answered, giving Ingrid a few more strokes for good measure
before removing his hand from beneath her skirt. He licked her juices
from his fingers before wiping his hand on the seat of his pants. She
gave him a dirty look and he broke into a lascivious grin before
getting his a glass of water. Ingrid was both glad and
disappointed at the interruption to their foreplay in the kitchen. The
presence of his mother-in-law in the other room added to the
"I come back," he whispered as he carried the glass of water towards
"Don't you dare," she whispered.
It didn't continue. Before he returned, she had joined him in the
bedroom with Bag's lunch.
"Well, hoped you like it," she said to Bag.
"I will. Just leave on table. I eat later."
"Okay," Ingrid said.
"Nice girl," Bag said to her husband after Ingrid walked out.
“Last time you no like,” he said in Chinese.
“Last time she not helpful. Useless around house.”
“But she learn now?”
“Yah, she learn now,” said Bag.
"Now, husband say eat,” he brought the food to her. He helped her up
into a sitting position by propping an extra pillow behind her back.
Then he took the food tray and placed it in her lap.
After his had finished her lunch and taken her medication, he had
carried the tray back to the kitchen. Then he had his own lunch which
Ingrid had left on the dining table. After he finished, he returned to
the bedroom. Bag was asleep, so he decided to go over to Ingrid’s
room. He knocked gently.
When Ingrid opened the door, he said, "Just came to thank Ingrid..."
"Really?" she said as he stepped inside.
He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth. "I
want fuck you," he said as they drew apart. Taking her hand, he led her
into the bedroom. They didn't even bothered to close the bedroom door.
The fact that his could hear them if she wakes up heightened their
excitement even more. She slipped out of her and pulled up her
skirt while he just unzipped his pants and freed his erection.
She leaned against the doorway and he just pressed up against her. He
slipped in easily. There wasn't any foreplay. Neither of them needed
it. Her was still moist from the fingering he gave her when she
was preparing lunch.
When Foo returned two days later, things really returned to
normal. She was back being an ordinary housewife. Ingrid the mistress
took a vacation. Still she must admit, it wasn't the same anymore. The
way she felt towards Foo, especially. She still love him of
course. But her affection now was divided between the two men. And she
knew, even if she didn't want it to happen anymore, she would continue
to fuck Foo whenever Foo was away. She had tasted the
sweetness of the forbidden fruit and it wasn't easy to stop anymore.
She tried to appear as dutiful a to Foo as possible. Cooking
his meals. Washing his clothes. And even in the bedroom. They had sex a
few times during his two weeks at home. She enjoyed it just as she had
always enjoyed sex with him. But when he left again on the third week,
she felt a sense of relief. She no longer had to pretend.
Old Foo had behaved when his son was around. But after Foo goes
outstation again, he continued his visits to Ingrid’s room once again.
In fact, now he hardly stopped off at the pub first on his way back. He
was impatient to get home. And Ingrid was always there, the dutiful
daughter-in-law, waiting and ever willing. Sometimes, if he couldn't
make it, he'd arrive after midnight when Bag was already asleep. No
problem with Bag in that department. After returning from the
hospital, she had started going on sleeping pills. Too hard and
uncomfortable to sleep without the help of the pills, she had
complained. And she would normally be out for a solid six hours. That
just suited him fine. He didn't want to have to explain why he was not
in their bed after midnight anyway.
The fact that his had never suspected he was having a wild fling
with their daughter-in-law was a source of wonder to him. But the
credit here went to both him and Ingrid. They had been quite discreet
about their relationship. He didn't even brag about it to the at
work, not ever wanting the word to come back to his wife. Moreover they
were never seen in public together. All their activities had been
confined to the apartment whenever Foo was away.
When his was fully recovered, it got a little harder for them to
meet. Except the times she takes a sleeping pill and was knocked out
early. It wasn't love, he kept telling himself. But he definitely was
attracted to Ingrid as any in his right frame of mind would be. But
it wasn't love. Love was what he used to feel for his wife. What he was
probably still feeling. The affection of a marriage which was three
decades old. The affection which came with being together all that
time. But he realised that what he was having with Ingrid was different
from what he occasionally had with the women he had gone to bed with.
Those were merely lust and nothing else. With Ingrid it was slightly
different. But he couldn't call it love. He refused to call it
anything. Just a relationship based on sex. But not just lust.
Certainly not just plain, fucking, he told himself constantly.
Old Foo would also like to take the credit for introducing his 25-year-
old daughter-in-law to kinky side of sex. Sometimes she marveled at the
fact that she was able to go along with it. Not that she was prudish
about sex, of course. Still she was surprised that she was able to do
what she did with Foo, both in bed and out of it. There was one
time they went to the together. This was after Bag had fully
recovered from the fall. She told Bag she was going shopping.
Bag was only too glad to see her go out. She deserved to go shopping
after being cooped up in the house looking after her mother-in-law.
Foo wasn't back yet, of course.
"Probably go drinking," she remarked to Ingrid. It was only a quarter
In fact Foo had called her from work and asked her to meet him for
a drink. The pub was located on the other side of town, so she had to
take a bus there. Neither of them wanted to risk being seen by mutual
acquaintances. They might just put two and two together. Foo's
friends would probably just laugh it off after reminding themselves to
congratulate him later for landing himself with a delectable piece of
ass. But her friends, more importantly, Foo's friends might just
blabber about it to the wrong people and sooner or later Foo
would get to know about it. Despite everything, she want to save
Foo that embarrassment with his friends.
After getting off the bus, it took Ingrid quite a while to locate the
pub. If not for the fact that Foo spotted her first she would have
missed the place. The sign above the entrance had a few letters
missing. Fortunately, Foo had taken a table by the glass window.
When he saw her walking past, he just knocked on the glass to get her
attention. She flashed him a smile and walked in. A few turned
around to appraise her. She obviously met with their approval, walking
by in a miniskirt which almost showed her crotch. They don’t get that
many White women in the pub, so she certainly drew some attention to
A few of course couldn't understand what a lovely woman like her was
doing with somebody like Foo. The same few couldn't help feeling
envious. Nothing better than to have her on their arms. They couldn't
help seeing in her eyes the promise of a night of endless pleasure. And
in that area they weren't all that far off target. Foo had gotten
up so that she could take the seat by the window. His eyes dropped to
her legs as slipped into the seat. She was wearing black
which showed off her lovely legs to the fullest. The did to
her legs what the miniskirt was doing to her ass. As she sat down her
legs opened, flashing him her pink panties.
"Stop looking up my legs," she said, crossing her legs but couldn't
help smiling at his reaction.
"You got nice legs," he answered making a face. She couldn't help but
giggled softly, taking pride in his compliment.
"Well, what you have?" Foo asked when the waitress walked over to
"Vodka lime," she answered. It had been her favourite drink.
"One more beer and vodka lime," Foo told the waitress.
She walked away to return soon after with their drinks. By that time
Ingrid and Foo were deep in conversation.
"Yum seng!" he said.
"Cheers!" she said, taking a sip of her drink.
Meanwhile under the table he put a hand in her lap. For a moment it
startled her and she looked around to see if any of the drinkers were
looking their way. But after the initial look they gave her when she
walked in, they were polite enough to go back to their drinks and
conversations. Sometimes the conversations were punctuated by bursts of
So Ingrid felt quite safe in the pub. Foo's hand began to wander
and pretty soon it found its way underneath her crossed leg. She could
feel the hair on the back of his hand tickling her leg and felt goose
pimples growing on her skin. Then he put his hand on her knee to
uncross her legs. She looked up at him. When their eyes met, there was
the unmistakable look of lust in them. She opened her legs slightly
when she felt his hand on her thighs again. He didn't wait for another
invitation and let his fingers do the walking until they met with the
soft skin of her thighs above her and on to the nylon of her
flimsy panties. Her lips parted slightly and there was a dreamy look in
her eyes as his middle finger rubbed the front of her crotch. When his
fingers found the lips of her pussy, he traced the opening through her
sheer nylon panties, bringing a soft sigh from her mouth. She could
feel herself growing wet.
She drained her drink and in a hoarse whisper said, "Let's get the hell
out of here before I cum."
"Okay," he said, finishing his beer. After he paid the bill, they
walked out together, she hanging on to his arm.
They continued walking because he said the cinema was just a stone's
throw from the pub. She didn't know exactly which cinema he was taking
her to but she had a pretty good idea that it wasn't going to be a
decent movie. True enough when they reached a cinema showing x-rated
movies he stopped. He bought the tickets and soon Ingrid found herself
in a corner seat at the back of the hall. The show had already started
and the action was fast and furious on the screen. She settled
comfortably into her seat and crossed her legs and leaned her body
against Foo's. The warmth of his body sent a shiver of expectancy
through her. Ingrid could sense an air of expectancy in the crowd. She
could also feel Foo's hand crawling up her legs. Ingrid gasped. The
actor on the screen has a massive erection. A circumcised prick about
eight inches long in a semi erect state. Ingrid was sure it would look
more impressive in a fully erect state. Ingrid could feel her sex
getting wet. Ingrid doesn't know whether it was the film that was
getting her all excited or Foo's naughty fingers that are doing it
to her. And she doesn't care one bit. Foo had pushed aside her
panties and his fingers were making her throb with desire. His
middle finger was moving slowing in and out of her vagina, bringing her
closer to her peak. Ingrid was slowly becoming oblivious to the
screen. All her attention was focused on the sweet sensation between
her legs. Foo had pushed two fat fingers inside her and he was
increasing the tempo. She let out a soft moan as she felt her
getting wetter and she was moments away from her orgasm. Her buttocks
was moving excitedly on the seat. Her soft moans were drowned out by
the moans and groans in the movie.
"I'm cumming," she whispered in Foo's ear as she pressed her face
into his neck to suppressed a loud groan as she came all over his
fingers. It seemed like forever before Ingrid opened her eyes and
brought her attention to the screen. By that time Foo had removed
his fingers from her cunt.
"Let's go home. I need a fuck badly," Ingrid whispered.
Old Foo nodded and they got up together. Somehow Ingrid was no longer
interested in the movie. She just couldn't wait to get home, throw off
all her clothes and beg Foo to fuck her silly. But Foo had a
"We go somewhere..." he suggested after they were outside the cinema.
He took her hand and led her up the street. After they had turned a few
blocks they came to a deserted park. Ingrid was glad for the
suggestion. They picked a secluded bench behind a tree. Foo pulled
her to him and kissed her mouth. She kissed him back, feeling the
strong itch returning to her groin. Foo wasn't in the mood for
foreplay. He lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. His fingers
found her lips. They were wet to his touch.
"I'm ready whenever you are," she said. She quickly unzipped his pants
and pulled out his already erect cock.
He turned her around and told her to bend down for him. She did as she
was told. Then her hands opened herself up for him. He guided himself
inside her easily although he couldn't see what he was doing in the
dark. Then he fucked her, fast and furious. And just for a moment, the
picture of a massive black cock plunging in and out of a wet pink
flashed through Ingrid's mind. After they left the park, Ingrid took
the taxi home alone because they didn't want to be seen getting out of
a taxi together. Foo walked back to the pub for a drink. Ingrid let
her thought wander. Her face was still glowing and her wet and
pulsing from Foo's assault in the park. Ingrid went straight to her
room. She apologised to Bag for being late. Bag dismissed her
apologies. That somehow made Ingrid feel a little guilty. The woman
wasn't such a bad sort. She just didn't know how to take care of her
husband. Or maybe she has stopped taking care of him sexually,
especially after the accident. But even that thought didn't make her
feel much better.
She went to her room and lay in the long bath. Just as Ingrid was
getting ready for bed, there was a knock on her bedroom door. She had a
pretty good idea who it was. She walked to the door and opened it.
Foo was standing there with a lascivious look on his face.
"Wanna fuck some more?" he asked.
She laughed and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Can't a have a rest anymore?" she said as she closed the door and
"Yes, can rest after nice fuck," he replied.
He pulled her to him and kissed her and she felt herself growing warm.
She was no longer starved of attention and sex since Foo's had
an accident. In fact Foo had been giving her enough attention,
especially when Foo was away. But she couldn't help getting
excited every time Foo touched her despite the fact that they had
been making it countless times. He had a certain magnetism about
him which she found kind of erotic.
He her soft pink lips, bringing a soft moan from her. Then he
pushed his tongue inside her mouth while his hands caressed the swell
of her buttocks. He kneaded the fleshy mounds as he ground the hardness
of his groin against her soft belly. When he let go of her, she walked
into the bed. He followed her, the swaying of her buttocks sending lewd
messages to his already swollen cock. She slipped out of her clothes
and stood completely naked in front of him. Her nipples had grown taut
and begged his attention. He pulled off his clothes in record time. His
erection jutted out like a flagpole in front of him. She smiled and
licked her lips in anticipation as he walked towards her. The room was
dimly lighted by her bedside lamp. Again he pulled her to him and she
slipped easily into his arms, enjoying his warm embrace. His stiff
prick felt warm against the softness of her belly. Then he pushed her
to a sitting position on the bed so that when she looked down her eyes
were looking directly at the swollen cock.
She smiled at him knowingly and bend her head to pay homage to his
manhood. His prick jerked involuntarily as her soft, sensuous mouth
closed around its head. She him gently and he sighed with
exquisite pleasure. She released his cock from her mouth and went to
work on him with her tongue. She licked the underside of the stiff rod,
trailing the swollen vein to the base of his prick. She took his cock
in her hand, lifted it slightly to gain access to his balls, nibbling
one then the other. He groaned, feeling he would go out of his mind if
she didn't stop. Ingrid returned her attention to his cock and a sigh
of relief escaped his lips as again she took the swollen head in her
warm mouth. When he thought he couldn't stand it any longer he pushed
her into a lying position. She opened her legs wide as he buried his
face in her sex. He licked the wet, slippery lips before plunging his
tongue deeply inside her. In and out, in and out his tongue went to
work on her. His saliva mixing with her juices, making her hair-
lined lips glisten in the shimmering light. His tongue gave her
clitoris several playful flicks before he crawled on top of her. Ingrid
guided the stiff prick to her wet opening and he entered her
gratefully. He withdrew and plunged into her again, deeper and with
"Argh..." she cried out, feeling the tip of his rod touching the
innermost area of her while his coarse pubic hair tickled her
clitoris. "Yes...like that...oh...it's so good, baby...I'm gonna
cum...I'm gonna cum..."
Her encouragement spurred him on and he fucked her with greater frenzy.
She pulled up her legs and opened them wider and he stabbed his cock
into her again with greater fury, knowing she was nearing her peak.
Then he felt her body grow tense and she let out a loud groan and he
couldn't hold himself back any longer, spraying the walls of her
with his warm cum. They pulled away from each other and he looked at
her with a satisfied smile on his face.
When he was fully dressed, Foo gave her a goodnight kiss and let
himself out. He walked tiredly back to his room where his was
sleeping, while Ingrid pulled the blanket over herself, drifting slowly
into a dreamless sleep.
After that night they never went to other sex together again.
And they have never done it in the park again either. It was to be her
only time. But they have done it elsewhere often enough. A few times
they did it during his lunch break. Those were times when Foo was
around and Foo couldn't visit her at her apartment during the
Ingrid would check into a cheap hotel near where Foo was working.
She would bring some food to the hotel. Most of the time she would
bring home-made sandwiches. He would arrive just five minutes after his
break started. They would have a quick bite and washed the food down
with beer. Foo preferred beer of course, while Ingrid had never
been too fond of the drink. Lunch was usually followed by a quick romp
on the bed. Those times he would dispense with any foreplay. Ingrid was
almost always ready even without the foreplay. The whole idea of being
in a hotel room with a man, any man, was enough to make her wet and
ready. She needed very little foreplay to get her into the mood for
sex. It sort of came automatically. The most he had to do was put his
finger on her sex and she would be ready almost immediately.
But it was after watching one of the sex one day that he had
suggested something that she found unappealing at first. But somehow
she didn't want to disappoint him, so she had reluctantly agreed. He
left her bedroom and went into the kitchen. When he returned he was
carrying bottle of honey. But she refused to do it on the bed, saying
she didn't want the bed to be full of ants later on. So they had gone
into the bathroom. She was reluctant to go first but Foo didn't
mind. In fact he liked the idea of going first. He told her to sit on
the edge of the bath tub. She did as she was told then leaned backwards
and supported herself on the opposite edge. He lifted her bum off the
bath tub and adjusted her sitting.
"Now put your feet on the edge and lift your bum slightly," he
commanded her as he got down between her legs.
She couldn't help herself but feel a little self-conscious although he
had seen her that way before. Somehow she now felt defenseless and
exposed to him like she never did before. He scooped some honey and
applied it slowly to her pubic mound, making sure that he didn't miss
any part of her sex. Then he began licking the honey on her sex,
working first on the outer edges and slowly bringing his tongue to the
"Oooh...that's nice," Ingrid said as she felt herself responding
delightfully to his tongue and her juices began flowing freely.
He licked her clean and apply fresh honey and went to work on her
clitoris. It had grown hard and he took the distended nodule between
his lips, on it and making her move uncontrollably on the edge
of the bath tub.
Despite the pleasure she was having Ingrid was glad when he stood up
because sitting in that position was hurting her arms and back.
"Now you do me," he said, handing her the jar of honey.
She sat up and dipped her finger inside the honey and applied it to his
erection. His throbbing manhood shone and she thought it improved its
look, somehow making it appear more menacing. Then she licked away the
honey on her fingers before taking him in her mouth. Her tongue and
lips began removing the sweet-tasting fluid from his cock and she
swallowed it. Her earlier reservation had disappeared. In fact she
found that he tasted better coated with honey than those other times
she him off.
Then she lifted her head and stood up, "Now fuck me, please."
She put her arms around his neck and encircled his waist with her legs.
He had no problems supporting her. She pushed against him and he guided
his hard cock into her. He penetrated and held her close around the
waist as she began to rock in his embrace, her pubis lifting away and
slamming against his, joined together by his prick. Without putting her
down he walked into the bedroom and deposited her on the bed and took
control. She lay back contentedly and closed her eyes as he increased
the speed of his thrusts, his cock burrowing into her warm, wet hole.
Suddenly she arched her aback as she came and he plunged into her one
last time before the Chinaman’s body slumped on top of his Swedish
daughter-in-law in exhaustion.