Korean Cindy is Recognized

IÕd been on the veteransÕ forum for years, mostly lurking, reading stories from guys whoÕd served in Korea back in the late Ô80s and early Ô90s. One night, feeling nostalgic, I posted a photo of my wife, Cindy. It was a recent picture from our vacation in Hawaii: her standing on the beach, black hair loose in the breeze, brown eyes bright, that small, perfect body still carrying the same quiet fire it had at 22. At 59 now, 5 foot even and barely 105 pounds, she still had the delicate 32B breasts and those thick, smooth Korean thighs that looked even better in heels. The caption was innocent: ÒTook my wife to Hawaii. SheÕs always loved the ocean. Reminds me of a trip we took to Busan with my yobo. Anyone else remember the old bar scene?Ó

The thread filled with repliesÑguys sharing blurry photos of neon signs, late-night taxi rides, the smell of kimchi and smoke. Then, three days later, a private message arrived from ÒKATUSA82.Ó
Subject: ÒIs that Cindy? Ò

My stomach flipped. Cindy had told me early in our marriage, in the softest voice, that sheÕd worked in the GI barsÑpouring drinks, dancing, and, as she put it plainly, Òmaking the soldiers happy for a price.Ó SheÕd saved every won, bought a one-way ticket to the States, and started over. I clicked open the message.

ÒBrother, if thatÕs Cindy, I knew her back in Õ85. She was the girl every GI talked about. Hit me back if you want the truth.Ó

I typed: ÒYes, that might be her. Tell me what you remember.Ó

His reply came within minutes, long and unfiltered, every line dripping with raw, vivid memory.

ÒMan, Cindy was the hottest little thing youÕd ever lay eyes on. Tiny, black hair, big brown eyes, and those thick, juicy Korean thighs that begged to be spread. First time I saw her, she was behind the bar in a tiny black skirt and heels, leaning forward to pour soju so her little tits strained against her blouse and those smooth thighs flashed every time she moved. I bought her a lady-drink, and she slid onto the stool next to me, pressing her warm thigh against mine, smiling that sweet, filthy smile that said she knew exactly how hard I was already. When her shift ended, she took my hand, led me to her hootch down the alley. She shoved me onto the bed, climbed on top, and sank her tight, dripping pussy down onto my cock slow, inch by inch, moaning in that soft Korean accent that made my balls ache. She rode me like a proÑdeep, rolling her hips, squeezing me so tight I could feel every ripple inside her. I grabbed her hips, thrust up hard, and she came shaking, little tits bouncing, her nails clawing my chest. Then she spun around, got on all fours, thick thighs spread wide, ass up, and begged me to fuck her harder. I slammed into her, slapping that perfect ass, watching it jiggle as I pounded her until she was soaking the sheets, her pussy pulsing around me.

I went back to her three more times that month. One night she made me sit in a chair while she danced for meÑslow, grinding her hips against my lap, peeling off her top so I could suck her hard little nipples while she stroked my cock through my pants. Then she dropped to her knees, took me deep in her hot, wet mouth, sucking slow and sloppy, looking up at me with those big eyes while her tongue swirled around the head until I was ready to explode. She swallowed every thick rope, licked her lips, then climbed back on and rode me again until we were both drenched in sweat and cum.

Another time she brought a friendÑanother bar girlÑand the two of them took turns using me. Cindy sat on my face, grinding her soaked pussy against my tongue, moaning in Korean while her friend bounced on my cock. Then they switched, and Cindy rode me hard while her friend kissed her and played with her little tits. She was always greedy, always making sure you got every dollarÕs worthÑnever rushed, always hungry.

The last time I saw her, she took me to the hotel again and asked if I wanted something extra. I paid her double, and she nodded, smiling that wicked smile. She lubed herself up, got on all fours, thick thighs spread, and looked back at me over her shoulder. She guided my cock to her tight little ass, slow at first, gasping as the head pushed past her ring. Then she pushed back, taking me deeper, moaning louder than ever. I fucked her ass hard, gripping her hips, feeling her squeeze me so tight I thought IÕd lose my mind. She reached down and rubbed her clit until she came again, shaking, her ass clenching around me until I filled her deep. She took the money after, kissed me, and left with a wink.

I heard from my buddies she did the same for them. Some nights sheÕd take two or three soldiers back to a room after closingÑsucking one while another fucked her from behind, then switching, letting them stuff her mouth, her pussy, her tight little ass. She loved it rough, loved being used like a toy. One guy said sheÕd let them take turns in her ass while she sucked the others, moaning around their cocks, begging for more cum. Another time, at a big off-base party, she ended up on the couch, legs spread wide, heels still on, taking one after another while the room watched. SheÕd laugh, tell them Ôdeeper, harder,Õ until she was drenched, cum running down those thick thighs, and still smiling like it was nothing.

She was the girl every soldier saved his pay for. Last I saw her, she was still working the bar, still smiling, still making guys lose their minds. Never thought IÕd see her again, let alone married to another vet. If thatÕs really her, tell Cindy that KATUSA82 says helloÑand thanks for the nights I still dream about.Ó

I sat there in the dark, heart pounding, cock throbbing. That night, I showed Cindy the message. She read it slowly, then looked up at me with those familiar brown eyes, a small, wicked smile on her lips.

ÒOh, honey,Ó she whispered, sliding closer, her hand already stroking my thigh. ÒThat was a long time ago. I didnÕt think anyone would still remember me like that.Ó

She didnÕt deny a word. Instead, she took my hand, led me to the bedroom, and started showing me exactly what she used to do. The way she rolled her hips, the way she moaned, the way she took control or surrendered completely, always knowing how to make it unforgettable. At 59, she still moved with the same grace and hungerÑthose thick thighs wrapping around me, pulling me deep, her tight heat squeezing me until I lost myself in her.

That one message didnÕt hurt us. It set us free. Now, every night, Cindy tells me another story, or shows me what it was like. She straddles me, rides me slow and deep, whispering the details while her little breasts bounce and her thick legs tremble. And I love it, I love hearing, and I get to be the one who claims her nowÑnot just the girl from the bar, but the woman who still burns with that same quiet, fierce desire.


kik MyKoreanWife

Oh my, my!! What a sweet experience it would be to have delightful sexual romp with Cindy! Merry Christmas if I don't read another story before next Thursday!!

Pusan not Busan.

Where is the pic you posted?

Another awesome read about Cindy’s adventures!

michaelsecret I know you like to criticize but make sure you have the facts first -

Pusan vs. Busan refers to different ways of spelling the same major South Korean port city, with Busan (부산) being the official, modern spelling under South Korea's Revised Romanization (RR) system adopted in 2000, while Pusan was the older McCune-Reischauer (MR) spelling, reflecting an older pronunciation and retaining influence from Japanese spelling, though many older signs (like Pusan National University) still use it. The Korean character ㅂ (bieup) sounds like a 'b' at the start of words but can sound like a 'p' in between sounds, leading to the different romanizations.

Nostalgic memories can be very hot. Wish I could hook up with one of the ladies of the evening that I had fun with.

I was in Pusan. Not Busan. Reason I mentioned it.

This was back in the mid 70's. The carrier moored out of mortar range and we had to take landing craft into the beach. Word was that if hostilites started, we would be assigned to the military there until passage could be located to take us back to the boat.

I don't criticize. I correct. Hope you can tell the difference and not get your nose bent out of joint.

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