Note: All characters and details in the following story are 100% fictional. Any resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental and unintended. 

12 years ago, I met a wonderful Japanese woman online. Kazuko was in her late 30's and was 5'4" and thick with nice large C cup breasts, large dark brown nipples, sparkling brown eyes and a lovely set of lips that helped make her the best kisser I had ever encountered. She was very loving, responsible, smart and unbelievably hard working. Her family were farmers and lived in a  rural section of central Japan and my admiration for the inner toughness of her father was boundless. Kazuko also had a bratty but nonetheless cute and energetic daughter from an earlier marriage named Hanako. I lived and worked with Kazuko and her family for a while. Hanako and my relationship was rather strained and, really, she was in a tough position because here was this strange foreigner suddenly coming into her life taking some of her mother's attention away from her and looking to perhaps be her stepfather. I can't blame the kid for how she felt because since I don't warm up to people quickly myself it would thus be unfair of me to have a problem with Hanako not liking being caught in the middle.

Kazuko was very sexual. I usually took my nightly shower before she did and rolled out the futon to get ready for bed before she finished getting herself cleaned up. She would come into our room and lay next to me and almost invariably her hand would go right into my boxers and fondle my cock. We ended up having sex just about every night we were together except when she was on her period. Even though I was very happy with Kazuko and was able to more or less put up with Hanako, circumstances I'm not going to delve into here (and no, they didn't involved any screwing around on her or anything illegal) more or less forced me to break off the relationship. I felt like a real asshole for doing it and Kazuko was devastated, but as the Japanese say, "shikata ga nai,(it couldn't be helped)." 

Four years ago, my life was humming, especially financially. I took a very nice early retirement deal from my company and I began to ponder whether I should get back with Kazuko again. None of the other women I had met after returning to the U.S. really did it for me like Kazuko did. To say that I expected it to be awkward would be an understatement. When I wrote her by snail mail (who does THAT anymore? But I didn't have a current phone number or email address for her) to tell her I would wait for her at a certain time out in front of my hotel in Tokyo if she wanted to show up and talk about reconciling with me. I heard nothing back from her at all and, to be honest, I could sympathize with her if she took my letter and flipped it into the trash can.

On the appointed day, as the magic hour approached, I was just about nauseous and I even had a dialog with myself that ran along the lines of, "why am I putting myself through this?" When the clock struck 1 p.m., which was when I said I would be there, nobody had shown up. Ten more minutes passed and then I saw her coming around the building from the parking lot. "Well, here we go," I muttered to myself as she approached.

"Hi, it certainly has been a long time hasn't it?" I opened as I extended my hand (Japanese aren't exactly huggy people, especially in public). "Yeah, it has hasn't it?" she  noncommittally countered. I bid her to sit with me, asking her how Hanako, who was in her first year of college by that point, and her parents were. Unfortunately, her father had died, much to my chagrin. So it was basically Kazuko and her mother Mariko who were carrying on their family's business, both still toiling in the fields with the help of a couple of aging hired hands.

Then I apologized for how things turned out last time and professed how fondly I still thought of her. She immediately broke down crying and really bitching me out, though, typical of her, in a quiet way. I was a big boy, I could take it and I deserved it. I promised her that if she saw it in her heart to reunite with me that I would love her for the rest of our lives. She  asked me if I was proposing to her and I said not yet, I wanted her to come to America first because I wanted to spend most of our time together at my home in Newport Beach and I needed to be sure she would be comfortable with living there first. She was agreeable to that and cried again and we hugged and kissed before I invited her to go eat with me.

She wanted to come with Hanako, so she didn't depart Japan until her daughter's college's New Year's break. When I picked them up at LAX, which was crazy busy, of course, since it was the holidays, I was knocked for six by how Hanako looked. She had grown into a 5'6" lithe beauty with the same breast size as her mother on her thin 110 pound frame and her glasses made her seem like a hot Japanese secretary. Kazuko had hardly changed at all since women from the Land of the Rising Sun age very slowly. There was a little more gray in her hair, which was actually kinda cute, and that was about it.

Hanako, as one could imagine, was a pretty cold fish toward me the entire way to my house. I went through the gate of the development I live in and made my way up to the driveway of my house. "Oh my God, your house is huge!" Kazuko exclaimed. This is something a Japanese will always say when visiting a foreigner's house in America, even when that domicile is a glorified shanty, but in this case, the 4,000 square footer I owned indeed justified her assessment. I pulled into the garage and unloaded their luggage and took the bags upstairs. I had done my bedroom Japanese style while all the others were left in western style. Another one of the bedrooms I turned into a music room, soundproofing it so that I don't bother the neighbors or anyone else in the house with my fetish for loud riffing. Kazuko was decidedly not a heavy metal fan, unfortunately. She was impressed, though, and, after giving her the grand tour, including my ocean view backyard, where I had a hot tub, we sat down and I attempted to mend fences with Hanako, who was still pretty suspicious of me, though I believed that some of that distance was just due to being in a weird position.

We went to dinner at a very nice Japanese restaurant I knew of and upon our return, we all showered and Kazuko and I prepared to spend our first night in the same bed in more than eight years. Our first evening together back in 1999, Kazuko let me get to second base and then we did the wild thing the night after. In 2007, I told her how glad I was to have her with me again and we made out. I opened her pajama top and rubbed her nipples while her righthand stroked my cock, just like old times. I discarded my boxers and she removed her top and my mouth was all over those succulent milk ducts of hers, which made her moan and very wet. Her pussy felt like it was burning coal it was so warm. I slid down the bed and pulled her bottoms and panties off and commenced eating her. When I first performed oral sex on her back in the day, she revealed that her ex-husband never did that for her, which may be why she loved getting it so much when I did it. When I started in on her again, she averred that it had been quite a while since a man had his tongue on her vulva. She didn't like having fingers inside of her for some reason, but she orgasmed a treat after I sucked and licked her clit and then she went off three times in a row at one point before my jaw finally fatigued. Her juices were tasty, too.

I climbed on top of her and kissed her before I buried my dick inside of her steaming, hairy snatch and fucked her for all I was worth. One of the benefits of getting older as a male is that one loses some sensitivity and lasts longer when it comes to humping and pumping and that was true here, as I led Kazuko to two wild orgasms before I spurted the contents of my balls into her love tunnel.

After such a long separation, it seemed almost surreal to have her in my bed again. On January 3rd, 2008, I took her to a four star restaurant and proposed to her. When one  asks for the hand of a Japanese in marriage, one does not say, "will you marry me?" which is just too direct for the tender sensibilities of that people. Instead, I suggested to her that we should spend the rest of our lives walking hand in hand (itsumademo tetsunaide aruiteikimashou). She accepted. Her and Hanako returned to Japan two days later to begin shutting down the family business. I wanted to build a house in a coastal city in central Japan, too, more of a vacation home for us. Mariko wanted to stay put in the house her and her late husband had built decades before.

Kazuko and I married in June of that year. The house I had erected in Japan, including looking for a suitable lot and dealing with all the bureaucratic stuff, took another year before we finally got it built and furnished.

The Japanese summers are notoriously sticky and the typhoon season was in August and September, and so when we go back to Japan it is usually in October and we stay through February after the cherry blossoms begin blooming. I love Japan and it's actually a nice break from the craziness in America and all of the bullshit in the media there. It's not that Japan is perfect. It has its own problems and maddening peculiarities, but our visits enabled Kazuko to touch base with her native culture and visit old friends as well as holiday for a few days at onsen (hot springs). Hanako was usually only with us in the U.S. during her college's summer break and she always got a lot of attention from guys her age at the pool in our development. Too bad she couldn't speak english very well.

Two years ago, just after Kazuko and I had arrived at our Japanese home for another stay there, we were messing around and I offered to give her a massage. I grabbed some towels that I spread on the floor while she stripped and laid down. on them. I warmed some massage oil up and started kneading her shoulders. I decided to have some fun and see if I could put her under since I have a little bit of a hypnofetish. In Japanese and in a low, soothing voice, I told her to let her facial muscles go limp while I rhythmically worked the muscles around her collar bone. "Now feel that relaxation draining the tightness out of your neck, feel it loosening so that now both your head and neck are so relaxed, yes so relaxed, and each time my fingers press into your shoulders you feel more relaxed. Now relax your shoulders and feel the tightness flowing down to your chest and then to your stomach, the entire front side of your body now very relaxed and loose and it feels so nice."

I moved my hands down to her back and maintained the same rhythm I had been when I was manipulating her shoulders. "Now the tightness is moving down your back as you feel your back muscles loosen and go limp as it moves from your neck to the middle of your spine and then to the small of your back to your hips. Relax your hips, let them go limp. Your body feels so relaxed now, like you have no weight at all and it feels so good, oh yes, so good. Now feel the tightness slowly working itself down to your thighs and then your thighs loosening up and now it's at your knees, your knees loosening up now and you feel yourself becoming lighter and lighter. Now the tightness is moving down your calves and they are going limp and now your ankles and it feels so good to be so relaxed. Now feel the tightness in your body draining out through the tips in your toes and now every last millimeter of your body is feeling so loose and light. If your eyelids are feeling heavy as you become so relaxed it is okay to let them fall and envision yourself on a big pillow in the sky floating through the air, the breeze caressing your skin. The pillow is oh so gently falling and the more it falls the more relaxed you feel and it feels so good. You continue to fall so slowly and and feeling more and more relaxed, feeling light as a feather and as you float closer to the ground you want to sleep but you can still hear me. You are so relaxed now, the most relaxed you've ever  been."

I stopped there and she was completely still and she had the expression on her face like she was asleep. Now here was my dilemma: Kazuko is a little bit of a prankster and it wouldn't have been out of the realm of possibility that she was testing me to see what I would do. Sometimes having a very clever wife has its challenges. So I had to think of something rather neutral sounding so that she couldn't call me on it later. "You feel the love your husband has for you, especially when he gives you a massage," I commanded. I let it go at that wondering if she would tire of this game and suddenly pop up and say something. After a half hour, though, she was still just laying there.

I woke her up and called her "onebosama (queen of the sleepyheads)" when she suddenly suggested we go to bed. She put her arms around me and began kissing me passionately and, of course, I answered back. "Daisuki! (I love you)" she said wit h a big smile and I said the same to her. She put her hand on my cock and began stroking it as I continued to kiss her and lick the ridges in her ears (she loves that for some reason) before she dropped to her knees and ran her tongue all over my cock and then put it in her mouth, enthusiastically bobbing her head up and down and sucking me. I watched her pendulous breasts waver as my manhood alternately disappeared into and emerged from her lips and the sensations she was giving me were total heaven. Five minutes later, I blew my load into her mouth. That was the first time she had ever let me cum in her mouth ever and she ran to the bathroom to spit it out afterward. I'd given her warning I was about to go off, too.

I thought she would be mad once she re-entered the bedroom, but she threw her arms around me and passionately kissed me again. I pushed her on to the bed and went after those gorgeous gazongas of hers, sucking and gently biting her nipples and putting her breasts together and sucking both nipples simultaneously, which she always loved. She had a definite thing about having her milk duds played with and was moaning up a storm. "Irete! (put it in me)" she requested and I did as she called for, sinking my rod in to the hilt and jackhammering my meat in between those warn, moist vaginal walls. She reached up to pull my head down next to hers as my hips sustained their rhythm and helped spear her pussy over and over, me enjoying the sound of her sexually charged sighs and then the rapid fire panting that foreshadowed her massive orgasm. "Yamenaide! (don't stop)" she begged and I kept impaling her, a symphony of sounds emanating from her mouth, capped off by another soul searing orgasm and then my jetting volleys of semen up her. She hugged me super tight and that was tight indeed. All that farm work had made her rather strong and she lifted weights with me once she gave up the business to stay in shape. "Daisuki yo Kazuko!" I whispered into her ear. "Daisuki!" she shot right back.

We spent the rest of the day in bed and had sex four more times before we finally turned in for the night, the only real break from t hat being when we sent out for dinner.

To me, her sudden intensive display of ardor indicated that the hypnotic suggestion had worked. After Hanako left for school the next morning, I put some towels down on the floor again for another massage. She smiled and by the time I got back from the kitchen to warm the oil, she was nude and laying on her stomach. I treated her similar to the previous massage and put her into a blissful trance. "When I utter the phrase, 'the moon is flowing east' you will immediately fall into a deep sleep but still be able to hear me," I asserted. "When you wake up, you will feel refreshed and relaxed," I added. I allowed her to lay there for a little while and then I brought her out of it. Just like the day before, she was all over me and had my cock in her mouth in no time and let me cream in it again.

We went upstairs and I repeatedly fucked her brains out, stopping only to eat dinner, and even then Kazuko had Hanako make it because she didn't want to leave my side. There is such a fundamental niceness to Kazuko that it was worth just laying there to see her smile while she was tucked in my arms as the loads I spewed into her spilled out of her slit. I whispered the trigger phrase I had taught her earlier and she went right to sleep. "When you wake up, you will believe that my penis is 20cm (8 inches) long and 25% thicker plus my semen will be the most delicious thing in the world to you," I proclaimed to her. When I revived her, I saw her eyes tilt toward my groin and then those eyes widen. "Ookii! (oh my god, it's huge!)" she squealed. She reached down and encircled it with her hand and stroked it. "Ireru zo! (I'm going to put it into you)," I informed her. "Ireru ka na (will you really be able to put it in?)."

When I started to push it into her, she let out a long moan. "Ohhhhhhh sugoi! (ohhhhhh, so good!)" and when it was in to the hilt, she exclaimed, "ippai haittieiru!" (I'm stuffed!). I began to pump it in and out of her and she was thrashing about, moaning "sugoi!" over and over again and then she suddenly stopped breathing and came in a powerful rush. I kept at it and hammered her but good and she was cumming so much I thought she might be susceptible to hyperventilation. As I got right to the brink of blowing my wad, I withdrew it and shoved my cock into her mouth and she bobbed her head on it and then she pulled my trigger and made me spurt everything in my balls into her yapper. She swallowed it all and then declared, "oishii! (tasty!)"

Well, since that all bore fruit, I had other ideas, but not knowing just how fast and where I could push her, I decided to move gradually. I also ultimately wanted to be able to bed Hanako, and started mulling how I could get there from where I already was.