Although I left the gig long ago, like many gaijin living here in Japan I came here originally as an English teacher. One thing all foreign teachers either love or despise about teaching at a Japanese junior or high school is the annual teaching staff trip. At least once a year all school staff go on a weekend getaway as sort of a team-building, let your hair down kind of event. Some hate it because it means spending the entire weekend with your co-workers without pay. I saw it as an opportunity to see the people I spend all day with in a different light. Generally it involves renting a bus and taking off to the the mountains or the ocean to spend a day or two relaxing at an onsen. The drinking usually starts as soon as the bus takes off and doesn’t end until until we begin our journey back.
On one particularly eventful trip, following a drunken night of karaoke, I even wound up fucking the new kokugo (Japanese language) teacher. (I’ll save that story for another time.)
But my most memorable moment was when Mr. Sato, the history teacher
who’s desk was next to mine in the teachers’ office, revealed to me his cuckolding tendencies. Following dinner at the hotel and some more drinks we all headed to the baths. As we were all getting undressed in locker room I could feel him staring at my cock. I’m not the least bit insecure so it doesn’t really bother me. I just assumed, by the size of his nearly non-existent little yellow prick, that he was just overwhelmed or in shock. Maybe it was the first time he’s seem a white cock in person. I didn’t really care, but as we all sat relaxing in the onsen, the predictable bombardment of personal questions started coming my way.
“So, Huge-sensei, do you like Japanese women?”
Anyone whose spent even a little time in Japan knows that going out for drinks with a group of Japanese guys inevitably leads to questions like these.
“Do you have a Japanese girlfriend?”
“A few,” I replied with the requisite wink-wink nudge-nudge.
“Just as I thought,” he said smiling knowingly, “Japanese girls love guys like you.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah, just ask my wife.”
“Haha, don’t tempt me.”
We all laughed it off but in hindsight it was really just the first subtle hint.
After the trip Mr. Sato became progressively bolder. Being that he sat right next to me, during downtime or between classes, he would suddenly turn to me, hand me his cell phone and ask, “Hey, you want to see my wife? What do you think?”
“She’s sexy, you’re a lucky guy.”
“Not so lucky.”
“What do you mean?”
“Down there,” he said gesturing in the general direction of his cock.
These conversations slowly escalated and he would explain to me about his wife’s reaction after telling her about what he saw at the onsen. She’s never had sex with a foreigner before, but according to him, it had always been fantasy of hers.
He began sending me naked photos of his wife, letting me know that the thought of some gaijin she’s never met looking at her body was making her extremely wet.
To make an already long story slightly less longer, one thing led to another and we made plans to introduce my cock to his wife once the school year was over.
They invited me to their house where Mr. Sato’s wife Junko finally got to experience her first white dick. She was shy and a little frightened, but her soaking wet panties betrayed her true excitement and anticipation. Though nearly 10 years my senior, she was still very attractive and also fairly tall for a Japanese woman. By our 3rd session, she got over her initial nervousness, and her true cock hungry whore tendencies finally surfaced. She couldn’t get enough of my cock and we discovered, to all our surprise, that she was also quite the squirter. She made so much noise and made such a mess of their bedroom that the decision was made to meet up at love hotels for our fuck sessions from then on.
As for Mr. Sato, he was allowed to attend and of course pay for the hotel fees, dinner and whatnot. He could watch at a distance and jack off his pathetic tiny rice rocket as I fucked Junko every which way possible. The rules were strictly “hands-off” and he was not allowed to participate directly. Not that it really mattered though. The sight of his beloved wife finally getting the dicking she deserved was enough to send him over the edge in less than five minutes.
Junko literally became my personal little sex slave and Mr. Sato couldn’t be happier. I would often have weekdays off and would show up at their place unannounced while Mr. Sato was at work. I would have Junko send him photos of her sucking my cock or a shot of her asshole leaking my cum. It would drive him crazy with jealously, but turn him on so much he’d have to excuse himself from his classes and jack off in the staff bathroom.
We carried on like this for close to half a year. There was just something about completely owning another man’s wife that kept me coming back for more. Eventually however, I quit teaching and moved to Tokyo for a new job, making trips back out to Ibaraki to see Mr. and Mrs. Sato more than a little inconvenient. To this day we still correspond occasionally, but it’s been a good 3 years now since I’ve fucked Junko. In my absence they’ve apparently invited a few others to their place, but according to Mr. Sato no one has managed to tame his wife the way I did. Perhaps I should make another trip out there sometime soon so they don’t forget who really owns that slutty cunt.