Erotic story : Confession of Mrs. Lee

When I first arrived here from Taiwan with my husband in 1975, we were
desperately poor.
Lu worked fourteen hours a day, I worked six, and we lived in a tiny camping
trailer that was up on blocks on a little plot off a country road.
The first winter was very hard, we’d never experienced those kinds of
One night, there was a blizzard. I was making our food, while Lu sat at the
little table, when we were shocked to hear a knock at the door.
I opened it to a huge American man, with a hat and a long woollen coat.
The road was iced, and his car had gone into the ditch.
“I saw your lights… do you have a phone?”
“No. no phone.” I replied in my [at that time] hesitant English.
“Ask him in and close the door!” said Lu, in our language.
The man had to duck his head to enter, and he took up about half of the
Lu asked him to remove his coat and sit, and we shared our food with him.
He wore an expensive suit under his coat, and a gold wristwatch.
He was big and loud and foreign, but he told us stories of the area and of
himself, and we were enthralled by our new friend. He lived several miles
further up the road, in one of the big houses that were up there.
The snow kept piling up, and it was too dangerous to take him home in our
old car. He would have to spend the night.
So we all crawled into the little bed, sharing what quilts we had.
I was against the wall at first, but after I had gotten up once, I ended up
in between the men.
Then I felt his big alien hand on my skinny bottom.
I was shocked and dismayed. That he should betray our hospitality like this!
I didn’t want trouble, that was for sure.
This fellow was big, rich, powerful, a native, while we were foreign, small,
and poor.

His hand was so huge that he could hold my ass like a ball in his palm. He
stroked, caressed, and squeezed me, and slowly I felt one huge finger
venturing deeper.
He put his penis versus my behind, pressing it in between my thighs.
He reached over my hip, and bring up my nightshirt, he moved the hand into
my underclothing, and began playing with my wispy pubic hair.
I might hardly breath, I was so afraid!
His penis was gradually rubbing itself on my pussy lips, however at that angle,
there was no possibility of entry without help.
It felt extremely large undoubtedly, and curiosity overcame me, and I reached
down to feel it with my hand.
My little hand could not even surround it, and it was long, too.
He put his finger into me.
I ran my turn over the big head of his organ.
Lu slept on.
He pulled backwards, so the top of his shaft was at my entrance. I pressed it
around the corner, into me.
Slowly, gradually, he slid it deeper and deeper till I felt his pubic hairs
versus my ass.
It was truly fantastic to be so filled. I had never ever even pictured such a.
It was difficult for him to move, naturally. The trailer would have rocked.
and Lu would have woken.
He rubbed my sensitive area with his finger while we lay still in that.
position, and I squeezed his hand tough each time he made me climax, so he.
would know.
Lu drove him house the next early morning, after the trucks had actually cleared the road.
I wept, considering the evil I had done, the betrayal of my partner. At.
least the foreign devil had never ever climaxed, I believed. My one consolation.
It had to do with a week later on that I heard his cars and truck increase to our little.
trailer. I watched out the window, and saw him. He pulled around behind the.
woodpile, where his car would not be noticeable from the road.
I thought my heart would explode as he knocked on the flimsy door.
” I simply desired to say thanks for putting me up the other night …” he started.
I took a look at him coldly. As coldly as just an asian woman can, while my.
heart raced.
” Please!” he cried, “please talk to me!” he took my tiny hands in his,.
looking up at me sorrowfully as I stood above him in the entrance.
I stood back and he entered, and took me into his huge arms.
I simply melted, my hate and self loathing relying on lust.
He kissed me, something Lu never ever did. He tasted big, rich, and American.
Soon we were naked on the little bed, and I took his penis in my two hands,.
to worship it’s power, the power of this man.
To have him so, in my grip, happy to do my bidding, was a thrill unlike.
any I had actually ever understood.

All the promise and wealth of this new country seemed to be here, in my two

hands, in the little bed in the pitiful little trailer.

It entered me, filled me, and satisfied me again and again.

I asked him afterwards, why he had come back. Why did he come for me when

there were all those big-breasted blond American girls he could have?

His one hand spanned my entire bottom as he put the other behind my head,

bringing my mouth to his. I felt his tongue pass between my lips, entering

my head as his penis had entered my vagina. And then I felt his penis, still

inside of me, start to stir again.

“You are more woman then any of them could ever hope to be” he said to me,

proving his statement with his libido.

Again he took me to the heights, so strong yet so gentle, so caring… Loving

me, cherishing our forbidden time together.


His wife, hearing of our hospitality in the storm, invited us for dinner.

It was a bit awkward, but we all managed. She was a gracious hostess, a good

woman. I felt she was my sister, my secret sister, that only I knew about.

He came to the trailer many times after that. He was always careful about

the timing, and that no one should see his car.

He taught me how to give him pleasure with my mouth, and he gave me pleasure

with his.

He gave Lu a job, and our fortunes started to improve. We moved into an


I wanted to leave Lu, and move in with my lover and my sister, but it was

not to be. He said that she wasn’t that kind of woman, and slowly we moved


Many years later, before he died, Lu told me that he had known of my

infidelities. I was very ashamed, but he loved me, and forgave me.


This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Erotic story : Confession of Mrs. Lee ( a mix of free content from others sites and some words are edited )

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