confession of mrs. Lee M/F interr cheat

I too, have an erotic story that I'd like to share.
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 
temperatures.
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 
interior.
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 big that he could hold my ass like a ball in his palm. He 
stroked, caressed, and squeezed me, and slowly I felt one big finger 
venturing deeper.
He put his penis against my behind, pushing it between my thighs.
He reached over my hip, and pulling up my nightshirt, he slid the hand into 
my underwear, and started playing with my wispy pubic hair.
I could hardly breath, I was so afraid!
His penis was slowly rubbing itself on my pussy lips, but at that angle, 
there was no chance of entry without help.
It felt very large indeed, and curiosity got the better of me, and I reached 
down to feel it with my hand.
My little hand couldn't even close around it, and it was long, too.
He put his finger into me.
I ran my hand over the huge head of his organ.
Lu slept on.
He pulled backwards, so the top of his shaft was at my entrance. I pushed it 
around the corner, into me.
Slowly, slowly, he slid it deeper and deeper until I felt his pubic hairs 
against my ass.
It was truly amazing to be so filled. I had never even imagined such a 
feeling.
It was impossible for him to move, of course. The trailer would have rocked 
and Lu would have woken.
He rubbed my sensitive spot with his finger while we lay still in that 
position, and I squeezed his hand hard each time he made me climax, so he 
would know.
Lu drove him home the next morning, after the trucks had cleared the road.
I cried, thinking of the evil I had done, the betrayal of my husband. At 
least the foreign devil had never ejaculated, I thought. My one consolation.
It was about a week later that I heard his car drive up to our little 
trailer. I looked out the window, and saw him. He pulled around behind the 
woodpile, where his car would not be visible from the road.
I thought my heart would explode as he knocked on the flimsy door.
'I just wanted to say thanks for putting me up the other night...' he began.
I looked at him coldly. As coldly as only an oriental 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 doorway.
I stood back and he entered, and took me into his huge arms.
I just melted, my hate and self loathing turning to lust.
He kissed me, something Lu never 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, willing to do my bidding, was a thrill unlike 
any I had ever known.
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 
apartment.
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 
apart.
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.
Ace 1999