Straight Male / 35
My wife is a short thick Japanese woman in her 40's. Older than me. She got her green card through me. Old guys flirt with her because her face is only a 5, but her body is a 10, so they feel confident. Also she's a flirt with old guys for that reason, as she is not confident with good looking young guys. She's jiggly and slutty due to an extra 20 lbs on her 5 foot tall frame, and has long banana tits. We spent the summer at a dry beach community. She stood out and got lots of looks, both lecherous and angry, from the 60-80 crowd in this closed community. It was down south, Alabama/Florida border.
Beach patrol is made up of ultra religious types and told her she had to wear more modest swim suits. She started with a thong, but switched to a regular suit, but one that was way too small, and left the upper half of her butt exposed, half her ass crack. Also her cheeks would work their way out and it was almost worse than if she were nude. The top was way too loose, and I learned later she bought two suits, one too small, and one too large, then used the large top with the small bottoms. The top was so loose that her ski jump banana tits were flopping around inside it, and in danger of falling out from the sides. It made me nervous that the beach patrol might get angry, though I didn't know why I cared, since they were all 60-80 year old guys.
These patrols would ask to talk with her, and I didn't hear what they said. Sometimes she'd take walks down the beach for half and hour, and I'd see them approach her way down the beach. One night we were having sex and she told me she was groped by them. I came hard calling her a slut, and she loved it. Each night after that she would tell me about what they said and did. Some days she'd go down to the beach by herself. Later she told me that they forced her to have sex in the dunes. They couldn't get it up, but they forced their fingers up her, sucked her holes out, and put her in lewd positions and took pictures with their phones.
She said she got really horny when she was held down and had to struggle as they entered her with their fingers and objects, in both vagina and anus. They hid stuff in the dunes after the first time, and would bring it out and use it on her. A small plastic baseball bat, a butt plug, and an enema bag. Some would stand guard, while others did stuff to her, and they would take turns, to make sure no one would see.
My wife's name is Bunko, but they made fun of her calling her "Bunko Butthole", "Funkhole", "Bunho", etc. The names turned her on, and it turned her on that they said she deserved it. They said, "You violated the dress code, so we need to teach you a lesson." I was never able to actually see any of it happen since they kept a lookout, but I did see her disappear with them into the dunes, and her anus was coated with KY which I could smell and feel.
I felt embarrassed and guilty about the whole thing. I'd encourage her to get as wild with them as possible while I was fucking her, as it got me off. Later I felt ashamed as they came by and would leer at her and I'd pretend to ignore them. I got a hard on and had to cover it up, as she would stroll away with them, and I'd watch her ass jiggling, and all old geezers staring at her and trying to look like they weren't, so their wives wouldn't know. Sometimes I'd get so excited I'd have to go to the beach bathroom and jerk off while she was away with them.
It affected our marriage because after that her flirting got much worse. Our sex was great, but I never trusted her again, and her flirting got much worse. Later I learned she'd had affairs. That just made me more ashamed, but more excited, and it made our sex much better, and very kinky. I got anal from her all the time after that, as long as I got her excited with dirty talk first, and got her to describe what guys were doing to her when I wasn't around.
Beach patrol is made up of ultra religious types and told her she had to wear more modest swim suits. She started with a thong, but switched to a regular suit, but one that was way too small, and left the upper half of her butt exposed, half her ass crack. Also her cheeks would work their way out and it was almost worse than if she were nude. The top was way too loose, and I learned later she bought two suits, one too small, and one too large, then used the large top with the small bottoms. The top was so loose that her ski jump banana tits were flopping around inside it, and in danger of falling out from the sides. It made me nervous that the beach patrol might get angry, though I didn't know why I cared, since they were all 60-80 year old guys.
These patrols would ask to talk with her, and I didn't hear what they said. Sometimes she'd take walks down the beach for half and hour, and I'd see them approach her way down the beach. One night we were having sex and she told me she was groped by them. I came hard calling her a slut, and she loved it. Each night after that she would tell me about what they said and did. Some days she'd go down to the beach by herself. Later she told me that they forced her to have sex in the dunes. They couldn't get it up, but they forced their fingers up her, sucked her holes out, and put her in lewd positions and took pictures with their phones.
She said she got really horny when she was held down and had to struggle as they entered her with their fingers and objects, in both vagina and anus. They hid stuff in the dunes after the first time, and would bring it out and use it on her. A small plastic baseball bat, a butt plug, and an enema bag. Some would stand guard, while others did stuff to her, and they would take turns, to make sure no one would see.
My wife's name is Bunko, but they made fun of her calling her "Bunko Butthole", "Funkhole", "Bunho", etc. The names turned her on, and it turned her on that they said she deserved it. They said, "You violated the dress code, so we need to teach you a lesson." I was never able to actually see any of it happen since they kept a lookout, but I did see her disappear with them into the dunes, and her anus was coated with KY which I could smell and feel.
I felt embarrassed and guilty about the whole thing. I'd encourage her to get as wild with them as possible while I was fucking her, as it got me off. Later I felt ashamed as they came by and would leer at her and I'd pretend to ignore them. I got a hard on and had to cover it up, as she would stroll away with them, and I'd watch her ass jiggling, and all old geezers staring at her and trying to look like they weren't, so their wives wouldn't know. Sometimes I'd get so excited I'd have to go to the beach bathroom and jerk off while she was away with them.
It affected our marriage because after that her flirting got much worse. Our sex was great, but I never trusted her again, and her flirting got much worse. Later I learned she'd had affairs. That just made me more ashamed, but more excited, and it made our sex much better, and very kinky. I got anal from her all the time after that, as long as I got her excited with dirty talk first, and got her to describe what guys were doing to her when I wasn't around.
