My wife Winnie cheated on me when we were 21 years old and it saved our relationship. At the time, she was my girlfriend and we had been together for 5 years. She had just finished hair school and was working as a hair stylist at an urban style salon. They do their yearly trips to Vegas for a Paul Mitchell conference and that was where it happened.
About our history, Winnie and I are both Asian. We started dating when we were 16 years old and she had only been in the states for a few years. I grew up in the US, so I didn’t know of Asian customs and could barely speak the language, but I quickly learned to get to know her better.
Winnie was different from all the other American girls in school. She was a natural beauty, tall, slim, with long black hair. She would always dress in these Asian type outfits, thin in material which would show off her perky tits. And because she never wore a bra, her nipples were always pointing at her shirt. She was so sexy, but in an innocent way and I was infatuated by her.
After we started talking, I also found out she was very naive. She was a natural flirt with the way she would lean into me while we talked. I could feel her body against me while she smiled and giggled in her cute little way. But she would act the same way with all the other guys. I remember feeling so confused, jealous, but horny at the same time. I was surprised that it was me that she finally chose to be her boyfriend.
The first two years of our relationship was tough. Her father didn’t want her dating and her brothers were very protective of her. She lived in an Asian trailer park community and some of the guys there were trying to get with her even though they knew she already had a boyfriend. She was very honest and told me in detail what they were saying to her. I trusted her and didn’t dissuade her from talking to these guys, even though I should have.
Those first two years she was with me, her body matured. She gained some weight, but it added curves to her body, especially her bust. She was 5’ 6”, 120lb, and her cup size increased from a 32B to 34D. We would joke that it was all the fast food and Mexican food I was feeding her, but it was the only type of dining we would have in our little small country town.
Many of my friends told me how lucky I was to have such a hot girlfriend. We were at a party and one of the guys picked up a Maxim magazine from the table and told everyone how my girlfriend looked like the scantily clad girl on the cover. It was his way of saying she looked sexy and we were both amused by his comment. Another friend would always joke about the size of her chest. It was harmless and she would playfully try to beat him up. One of my close buddies told me in private she looked like a porn star. It was her body he was referring to, but she also had that sexual aura about her. One other friend kept asking about our sex life. I gave him intimate details and was surprised how much it turned me on talking about my girlfriend in that type of way.
We had an incident right before I had to leave town for school. Our group would play basketball weekly at a nearby park and there were always other guys who would join us in a pickup game. Winnie would never come out, but she wanted to be there with me before I left.
She was walking around the park and I could see all the guys glancing her way and checking her out. She had on a miniskirt, but it was her white top that looked tight on her and showed off her curvy breasts. After a while in the hot afternoon sun, her shirt clung to her body and I noticed her dark nipples becoming visible through her shirt.
There was a white boy, tall and good looking, who took an interest in Winnie. I watched him walk up to her and they got to talking. He was shirtless, showing off his abs while Winnie’s nipples were pointing hard at her shirt. I was still playing on the court, but focused on this white boy making a move on my girlfriend. At first they were just talking and then he got up close on her. With a quick move, his hand gracefully moved to her neck line, brushing down between her breasts, and then holding her hands while they continued talking.
My friends noticed and asked me why I wasn’t doing anything about it. After the game ended, I finally got to Winnie, but one of my friends stepped in and told the white boy to stop messing with her and that I was her boyfriend.
He told me he didn’t know and apologized. We left and in the car, I asked Winnie about him. Similar to when other guys would try to hit on her, she told me in detail what happened, but this time, I sensed an excitement in her.
She told me, “he say I looking hot, but really hot because my shirt is soak, he want me come his house to change out my clothes. He so funny and cute and his body so muscle.”
But what she said next surprised me, “he say my high beams nice, he want to kiss them, what he mean high beams?”
And I explained to her, “he means your nipples”.
She giggled in her cute little way and said, “he so bad”, but I could see a naughty smile on her face.
The following week, I left town for school, but it was only a 2 hour drive away. She never met with that white boy again, but throughout our time apart, there were other similar incidents even involving a mutual friend. I was nervous being away from her, but the time apart made us miss each other and reinforce our desire to be together.
We had a one year long distance relationship before Winnie finished high school and moved in with me in our own apartment. The first few months living together was great and then we started having problems. I was the only one working while she went to hair school, so we struggled with money living on our own for the very first time. We became stressed with work and school and Winnie started having an attitude, moodiness, and the constant fighting wore on our relationship. After another year of living together, we talked about breaking up and made plans to go our separate ways after the apartment lease ended.
During this time, she had just finished hair school and found a job near our apartment at an urban style salon. They do their yearly trips to Vegas for a Paul Mitchell conference and even though she had just started at the salon, she made the trip with them. It was a much needed time apart for the both of us.
After her four day trip, I picked her up from the airport and noticed she acted unusual on the ride home. Once we got home, she immediately kissed me all over and initiated the sex.
While she was going down on me, she confessed, “I love you very much, I miss you all this time, I don’t want lose you, please don’t be mad, I had sex with another.”
She sucked on my cock while giving me the details of her infidelity. In my mind, I had already thought we were breaking up, so her cheating on me didn’t affect me emotionally, but physically it had a different effect.
I told her, “I won’t get mad if you tell me everything that happened.”
She continued licking on my cock, only stopping to give me details.
She told me it was with a white boy and he was one of the celebrity hair artists at the event. That night, he and his partner partied with the salon and after the party, she and four of her coworkers went back to their hotel room. Even though the other girls were there, he was only interested in her. They made out on the sofa and then he felt on her tits and fingered her pussy. He fucked her on the sofa while the other girls fooled around with his partner.
Winnie described the way he was talking to his partner while they were fucking like “hey man, you got quantity over there, but I got quality, this Asian pussy is tight”.
It sounded to me like she was in an orgy, but I was more concerned about something else, “did he use a condom?”
She hesitated before telling me, “no he pull out”.
I was shocked that she would let him fuck her bareback and risk being pregnant, but I wanted to know more, “did you suck his dick?”
Winnie looked up at me and nodded.
So I told her, “show me exactly how you sucked it.”
And she did, bobbing her head up and down aggressively on my cock and then trying to deepthroat me. I quickly came hard into her throat.
I told her, “you’re such a slut, but I still love you.”
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