I am an Asian man in my 40s. My girlfriend, now wife, is only a few months younger than me. At the time, she was 155cm tall, 50kg, and had fluffy short hair; she was a girl who fit the bill of a pixy Asian girlfriend but with a hint of shyness in front of people.
I say she is pixy, unlike the shy attitude in a group, because of her sexuality. She used to date two girls before me. We started dating through a friend when we were about to graduate from university.
It was 15 years ago.
I could tell that she was not interested in men. The reason she dated me was simply because her partner cheated on her with a guy, and she wanted to ******** her ex off by showing her that she could pick up a boy, too.
I wasn't too sure about it, either, since her mind had drifted away occasionally while hanging out. Not only that but our sex life was limited to mutual masturbation for about six months. This got me so frustrated to the point I decided to disregard her protest and penetrated her semi-forcefully.
She got upset afterwards, but interestingly and obviously, she had an idea of what it is like to have heterosexual fun. Trust me, lesbian Asian girls could be much freakier than straight girls.
It was all songs and dances until we were burned out by work for a few years. Time was rough, and jobs rapidly moved to a big country with dirt-cheap labour costs and nearly non-existent environment protection laws.
We've got a plan to marry, and we need money. At the time, going on a working holiday trip to Australia was very popular. Not only do we make some good bucks by working hard, but we also have an opportunity to experience a different culture.
It did not take long for our visa to be approved, and we landed in the kangaroo nation.
There were ups and downs, tears and laughter, but we overcame most hurdles together. Now, we were at a crossroads, deciding whether to stay another year or go home with the money we had earned.
To extend the working holiday visa, we had to work in the agricultural industry in a remote area for at least three months. We planned to leave quickly, but the money factor and relaxed pace of life were too tempting. The decision was made too late; we couldn't find any opportunity to work in the same place.
When we were about to give up home and pack our luggage, we received a phone call from a job agency that predominantly matched work exchanges (exchange food and accommodations by work), telling us that they had a client who urgently needed a few helping hands.
It's a single dad with a pair of young kids who runs a small farm and a handyman workshop. Great reviews from the other travellers. On top of the food and accommodations, he even offered free use of the car and some extra cash for the weekend. We did not hesitate for a bit and took the job. It was our last straw.
Was it too good to be true? Well, yes and no.
When we arrived, he picked us up from the bus station. He was a stereotypical Aussie gent in his early 40s with a sunny personality. He stood at around 180cm and maybe weighed 90, but he was pretty fit for his age, even with the dad bud. My girlfriend and I liked him from the get-go. But the truck he drove was a post-apocalypse scene, to say the least. There were diapers in the footwell, a few half-eaten Chinese takeaways in the glovebox that had started to form its own ecosystem, and a camping cooler that we didn't want to know what was inside.
"Thank you so much for taking this job. I couldn't find anyone. During this period, all travellers have gone to vineyards. I am desperate!"
We could tell he was so relieved to see us. But judging by his truck, we knew what his place would look like. Unsurprisingly, it was the post-apocalypse plus two screaming kids. He had a 3-year-old boy and a 5-year-old daughter. His mum came to look after them while he was away. But obviously, it couldn't be every 24/7.
He arranged for us to live in the loft of his workshop, which he built with his mates. It was a nice timber building with a balcony to enjoy the plain field and sunset. But we had to clean it up and dismiss some unwelcome insects and rodents. The same applies to his own house but with diapers and the smell of ancient milk, which is an extra challenge.
My girlfriend and I spent three days cleaning everything up and getting everything organised. I wish I could show you how surprised he was seeing the results and how quickly we got it done. We even made good friends with the little ones that he had no problem leaving them with my girlfriend.
We were very happy as well because it was almost like a rehearsal for life after we had kids.
It did not take long for us to genuinely appreciate the outback life. Working hard as a farm/fabric hand for me, babysitting for her, driving the single dad's classic V8 Holden for a date and hanging out on the beach all day during the weekend. It was like a paradise on earth. We were so relaxed that we started having sex after everyone was asleep.
The only catch was that we sometimes heard steps beneath our loft. Initially, we thought it was some wild animals, but the sound was too heavy for things like dingos or stray cats, let alone wombats. I doubt if they can even climb a stair. We inspected the whole workshop and found nothing.
Until one day, my girlfriend was giving me a blowjob. I thought I heard something and quickly turned around. Just a glimpse, I saw half of the single dad's forehead submerging from the stairwell.
It was creepy, not gonna lie, but it somehow excited me. I felt my heart pounding, and my body couldn't help shaking, knowing we were being peeped upon. The thought got me so excited that I shot my load prematurely and grabbed my girlfriend's hair firmly, making her swallow it all.
She was a little caught off-guard but still managed to finish the job.
"What just happened? You came so quickly tonight!" she asked with a stripe of my cum dangling on her chin, but I put the finger on my mouth, hinting her not to make any sudden move, just keep doing what she was doing as if nothing happened.
"Let's take a shower and go to sleep. We've got to get up early tomorrow." I said it out loud intentionally. The shower was downstairs. I need to give the Peeping Tom time to extract himself from the crime scene.
When I turned off the light and pretended we had gone to sleep, I told my girlfriend to keep her eyes on the outside. About 5 minutes later, we saw Dad sneak off from the corridor. The moonlight exposed his trace on the trail back to his house.
"Wow..." We both sighed and had another round, and we came so quickly and hard that we ended up sleeping over the next day.
I am not a huge porn addict, and I am not a fan of Western porn. I often watch JAV because of my familiarity with the culture. The funny thing about JAV is the majority of the interracial stuff is with black guys. You can clearly tell those black guys are objectified even worse than their Japanese costars. However, there was this one JAV that caught my eye. The plot is simple: a good-looking white and hung bloke picking up Japanese exchange students at the beach in LA.
The actresses are average, but the way that white dude has sex with them is unlike the others. He puts passion and love into it and makes it erotic but not fetishy. It's the way I have always had sex with my girlfriend. The camera even showed a lot of both actors' expressions, unlike normal JAVs; men were simply faceless walking dicks and fingering machines.
It is also the only JAV my girlfriend appreciates besides the lesbian ones.
"We've been here for almost a year."
"Yes?" she blinks her eyes and looks at me while folding the clothes.
"Remember that JAV we watched the other day?"
"What JAV?"
"The one with a white dude picking up Japanese girls at the beach."
She tilted her head a little, looking confused, then quickly clicked.
"No~way. Noooooo~wayyyyyy. Oh, my goodness. You are such a..." She threw the freshly sunbathed towel at me and rolled her eyes.
"C'mon, let's give it a shot. If you don't like it, we will knock it off and move on to another town. There is only a month left for the visa."
"That's too risky~ What are you thinking!?"
"Hey hey hey easy. Come on, tell me, for real. Aren't you curious?"
As much as she protested, she was not truly upset. I hold her in my arms and comfort her like always when she gets grumpy.
"...Just one time, okay?"
"Sure thing, only one time. If you don't like it, we bail out." I cheered internally.
"...So how are you going to ask?" She pretended to be calm, but I felt her heart racing on my forearm.
"Honesty is always the only way...after all...remind me again how many times THE dingo has watched us fuck?"
We both cracked up.
*** *** ***
"I sincerely apologise and promise it won't happen again."
Calling it a small city is overrated. It's a town. That means most of the residents know each other. There is no brothel, and the only adult recreation is a skimpy bar. Trust me, it's not even skimpy at all. My girlfriend was even more disappointed than me. Obviously, it's not a good place to be naughty for a widowed dad unless you want to flirt with your mate's daughter.
"I was horny, and you are a very lovely couple. I couldn't help myself. My life has been a huge disaster since she passed away, and I have two kids to take care of. I really appreciate your help..."
"Oh, umm, we are not questioning why you did it," I said with an awkward smile on my face. I was expecting him to deny or, even worse, kick us out of his joint for false accusations.
Dad leaned back a bit, and the confusion was on his face.
"...My question was as what I said, no other meanings."
"Would you like to have sex with my girlfriend?"
"...What?"
"She is cute. Don't you think so?" It was really weird that I was actually pimping out my girlfriend. She was blushing all the way up to her ears, not necessarily from the sexual tension but rather the cringe.
(End to Pt.1)
I say she is pixy, unlike the shy attitude in a group, because of her sexuality. She used to date two girls before me. We started dating through a friend when we were about to graduate from university.
It was 15 years ago.
I could tell that she was not interested in men. The reason she dated me was simply because her partner cheated on her with a guy, and she wanted to ******** her ex off by showing her that she could pick up a boy, too.
I wasn't too sure about it, either, since her mind had drifted away occasionally while hanging out. Not only that but our sex life was limited to mutual masturbation for about six months. This got me so frustrated to the point I decided to disregard her protest and penetrated her semi-forcefully.
She got upset afterwards, but interestingly and obviously, she had an idea of what it is like to have heterosexual fun. Trust me, lesbian Asian girls could be much freakier than straight girls.
It was all songs and dances until we were burned out by work for a few years. Time was rough, and jobs rapidly moved to a big country with dirt-cheap labour costs and nearly non-existent environment protection laws.
We've got a plan to marry, and we need money. At the time, going on a working holiday trip to Australia was very popular. Not only do we make some good bucks by working hard, but we also have an opportunity to experience a different culture.
It did not take long for our visa to be approved, and we landed in the kangaroo nation.
There were ups and downs, tears and laughter, but we overcame most hurdles together. Now, we were at a crossroads, deciding whether to stay another year or go home with the money we had earned.
To extend the working holiday visa, we had to work in the agricultural industry in a remote area for at least three months. We planned to leave quickly, but the money factor and relaxed pace of life were too tempting. The decision was made too late; we couldn't find any opportunity to work in the same place.
When we were about to give up home and pack our luggage, we received a phone call from a job agency that predominantly matched work exchanges (exchange food and accommodations by work), telling us that they had a client who urgently needed a few helping hands.
It's a single dad with a pair of young kids who runs a small farm and a handyman workshop. Great reviews from the other travellers. On top of the food and accommodations, he even offered free use of the car and some extra cash for the weekend. We did not hesitate for a bit and took the job. It was our last straw.
Was it too good to be true? Well, yes and no.
When we arrived, he picked us up from the bus station. He was a stereotypical Aussie gent in his early 40s with a sunny personality. He stood at around 180cm and maybe weighed 90, but he was pretty fit for his age, even with the dad bud. My girlfriend and I liked him from the get-go. But the truck he drove was a post-apocalypse scene, to say the least. There were diapers in the footwell, a few half-eaten Chinese takeaways in the glovebox that had started to form its own ecosystem, and a camping cooler that we didn't want to know what was inside.
"Thank you so much for taking this job. I couldn't find anyone. During this period, all travellers have gone to vineyards. I am desperate!"
We could tell he was so relieved to see us. But judging by his truck, we knew what his place would look like. Unsurprisingly, it was the post-apocalypse plus two screaming kids. He had a 3-year-old boy and a 5-year-old daughter. His mum came to look after them while he was away. But obviously, it couldn't be every 24/7.
He arranged for us to live in the loft of his workshop, which he built with his mates. It was a nice timber building with a balcony to enjoy the plain field and sunset. But we had to clean it up and dismiss some unwelcome insects and rodents. The same applies to his own house but with diapers and the smell of ancient milk, which is an extra challenge.
My girlfriend and I spent three days cleaning everything up and getting everything organised. I wish I could show you how surprised he was seeing the results and how quickly we got it done. We even made good friends with the little ones that he had no problem leaving them with my girlfriend.
We were very happy as well because it was almost like a rehearsal for life after we had kids.
It did not take long for us to genuinely appreciate the outback life. Working hard as a farm/fabric hand for me, babysitting for her, driving the single dad's classic V8 Holden for a date and hanging out on the beach all day during the weekend. It was like a paradise on earth. We were so relaxed that we started having sex after everyone was asleep.
The only catch was that we sometimes heard steps beneath our loft. Initially, we thought it was some wild animals, but the sound was too heavy for things like dingos or stray cats, let alone wombats. I doubt if they can even climb a stair. We inspected the whole workshop and found nothing.
Until one day, my girlfriend was giving me a blowjob. I thought I heard something and quickly turned around. Just a glimpse, I saw half of the single dad's forehead submerging from the stairwell.
It was creepy, not gonna lie, but it somehow excited me. I felt my heart pounding, and my body couldn't help shaking, knowing we were being peeped upon. The thought got me so excited that I shot my load prematurely and grabbed my girlfriend's hair firmly, making her swallow it all.
She was a little caught off-guard but still managed to finish the job.
"What just happened? You came so quickly tonight!" she asked with a stripe of my cum dangling on her chin, but I put the finger on my mouth, hinting her not to make any sudden move, just keep doing what she was doing as if nothing happened.
"Let's take a shower and go to sleep. We've got to get up early tomorrow." I said it out loud intentionally. The shower was downstairs. I need to give the Peeping Tom time to extract himself from the crime scene.
When I turned off the light and pretended we had gone to sleep, I told my girlfriend to keep her eyes on the outside. About 5 minutes later, we saw Dad sneak off from the corridor. The moonlight exposed his trace on the trail back to his house.
"Wow..." We both sighed and had another round, and we came so quickly and hard that we ended up sleeping over the next day.
I am not a huge porn addict, and I am not a fan of Western porn. I often watch JAV because of my familiarity with the culture. The funny thing about JAV is the majority of the interracial stuff is with black guys. You can clearly tell those black guys are objectified even worse than their Japanese costars. However, there was this one JAV that caught my eye. The plot is simple: a good-looking white and hung bloke picking up Japanese exchange students at the beach in LA.
The actresses are average, but the way that white dude has sex with them is unlike the others. He puts passion and love into it and makes it erotic but not fetishy. It's the way I have always had sex with my girlfriend. The camera even showed a lot of both actors' expressions, unlike normal JAVs; men were simply faceless walking dicks and fingering machines.
It is also the only JAV my girlfriend appreciates besides the lesbian ones.
"We've been here for almost a year."
"Yes?" she blinks her eyes and looks at me while folding the clothes.
"Remember that JAV we watched the other day?"
"What JAV?"
"The one with a white dude picking up Japanese girls at the beach."
She tilted her head a little, looking confused, then quickly clicked.
"No~way. Noooooo~wayyyyyy. Oh, my goodness. You are such a..." She threw the freshly sunbathed towel at me and rolled her eyes.
"C'mon, let's give it a shot. If you don't like it, we will knock it off and move on to another town. There is only a month left for the visa."
"That's too risky~ What are you thinking!?"
"Hey hey hey easy. Come on, tell me, for real. Aren't you curious?"
As much as she protested, she was not truly upset. I hold her in my arms and comfort her like always when she gets grumpy.
"...Just one time, okay?"
"Sure thing, only one time. If you don't like it, we bail out." I cheered internally.
"...So how are you going to ask?" She pretended to be calm, but I felt her heart racing on my forearm.
"Honesty is always the only way...after all...remind me again how many times THE dingo has watched us fuck?"
We both cracked up.
*** *** ***
"I sincerely apologise and promise it won't happen again."
Calling it a small city is overrated. It's a town. That means most of the residents know each other. There is no brothel, and the only adult recreation is a skimpy bar. Trust me, it's not even skimpy at all. My girlfriend was even more disappointed than me. Obviously, it's not a good place to be naughty for a widowed dad unless you want to flirt with your mate's daughter.
"I was horny, and you are a very lovely couple. I couldn't help myself. My life has been a huge disaster since she passed away, and I have two kids to take care of. I really appreciate your help..."
"Oh, umm, we are not questioning why you did it," I said with an awkward smile on my face. I was expecting him to deny or, even worse, kick us out of his joint for false accusations.
Dad leaned back a bit, and the confusion was on his face.
"...My question was as what I said, no other meanings."
"Would you like to have sex with my girlfriend?"
"...What?"
"She is cute. Don't you think so?" It was really weird that I was actually pimping out my girlfriend. She was blushing all the way up to her ears, not necessarily from the sexual tension but rather the cringe.
(End to Pt.1)
