[chinchin101]

My wife is Asian, slim, medium height and has smallish perky tits and a fabulous tight ass. She is now approaching 40 but still has guys hitting on her all the time. The first time she came to the US was when she was in her early 20s. She came for a year to study English. I met her about 6 months through her trip. In the first few weeks of dating she casually mentioned that she had dated one or two other American guys in the six months before she had met me. I wasn’t surprised of course, just concerned about how to corner the market so to speak and get her all to myself. In order to know what I was up against I asked her a few questions nonchalantly not to raise her defences. She told me that she hadn’t gotten serious with any of the guys and that the extent of it was nothing more than a movie and dinner and a peck on the cheek. That is except for this one guy who lived about 4 or 5 hours away by train. Apparently she had met him while taking a trip around the state and wasn’t able to see him very often because of the distance – he worked full time and my wife was a full time student. Because of the distance between them she told me that she decided to travel to his place on Friday after her classes a few times and then stay over. She told me though that the only reason she stayed over was because of the distance and that nothing sexual, except for a bit of kissing, ever happened while she stayed in his apartment. She insisted that she slept in a guest room and things were more friendly than anything. I didn’t think anything of it at the time and our relationship was steadily progressing so I was reassured that I would soon have her to myself. And in the end, that’s just what did happen – we’ve been together now for more than 15 years. Well, about a year after we started dating I went to visit her back in her country and to meet her parents. While I was in her room one day she told me she was going downstairs to have a shower and put her makeup on. Her parents were out at the time so I thought I would take a little look around her room. I went to her closet first and one of the first things I found just about as soon as I peeked in was her diary. True to her desire to learn the language, she had written it all in English. The entries didn’t seem to be very regular and they covered about the previous two years. Knowing I didn’t have much time before she came back I quickly skimmed to see what she had to say about me! I was very relieved to learn that she was very happy and was looking forward to staying with me for a long time. Well, that was fine but not many other details. So, flipping to the period she was in the US before she met me I could see she had written quite a lot. As I read I couldn’t believe my eyes. Apparently the ‘friendly’ trips to stay at the other guy’s house on the weekend were much more than she had admitted to. In her own words she wrote that the guy made her so hot and that she got wet just thinking about him. It seemed that she had made five or six trips to his place and each time they stayed inside all weekend and basically fucked like rabbits. She wrote that she thought she was ‘addicted’ to his cock and that she couldn’t get enough of it. She loved to suck it, swallow his cum, she loved to have it inside of her and she even just loved staring at it. I was floored. I had thought, despite being sexy as hell, that she was basically an innocent young girl who liked to take things slow. I mean, we were having sex but things progressed slowly and I never had the impression she would go that crazy for sex. I was actually pretty hurt at the time, enough to actually consider confronting her with her little lie. But then I quickly decided that was definitely not a good idea as after all I was the shithead that had gone snooping and reading her diary so whatever happened that was probably worse. To this day I haven’t told her I read her diary. Over time the hurt and jealousy turned into excitement and I frequently imagined her fucking the guy in his apartment, all weekend long until they were both exhausted, dripping in sweat and each other’s juices. I also imagined that she visited the guy even after we started dating. I can’t be sure if she actually did but I do remember that she made a few trips with friends to different places on the weekends, on which I was never invited. It’s a big fantasy for me now to see her with another guy (it has happened once but that’s another story) and I think a lot of this comes from the excitement and shock I experienced reading her private thoughts in her diary so many years ago. I try to get her to tell me about other guys she has been with but true to form she basically says that things were not very eventful before I came into her life. What an excellent sexy wife but what a terrible little liar!