Like all other women on this planet, I love shopping, especially shopping for clothes, and very often I would shop for clothes that I would only wear once. My husband does not approve of my hobby.
But there are exceptions to this rule. One time I was shopping for a bikini and I asked for his opinion, and his eyes caught one that was see-through. The top was a sheer micro mesh and the bottom was a G string and the fabric was almost completely transparent and I knew if I wore it my pussy lips would not be covered. I was hesitant but my husband insisted. “Imagine how sexy you’d look!” He said.
To please him, we ended up buying the bikini and my husband told me that once the bikini arrived, he wanted to take me and the boys out to the beach and not only did I have to wear it but I have to parade around wearing that see-through bikini in front of our adult sons.
As I had expected, when the bikini arrived, I saw that the bikini barely covered anything and my nipples and pussy lips were on full display when I wore it. I felt more naked than not wearing anything at all. The strings around my breasts and hips accentuated my most private parts even more.
The boys could clearly saw everything and my nipples were hard and pointing through the tops and they were saying very lewd things about me, and my American husband absolutely enjoyed my embarrassment.
At first I tried to hide it but I realized it was futile. The embarrassment was what my husband most cherished from me, me being his submissive Japanese trophy wife. I’m reminded of the current Japanese prime minister Sanae Takaichi and her being humiliated in the white house by the American President Donald Trump. Even though we are so far apart in our standings in the world, our lives seem to be moving in parallel. And even our nation, our race, and our destiny were all converging onto the same humiliation. The entire East Asian race stands humiliated in front of the strong, dominant American white race, and I myself am merely a microcosm of the ironclad laws of this universe, in a natural order of hierarchy, race, and biology, as I stand naked, being ogled, harassed and groped by my white American husband and his virile white sons.
And yet I can’t help myself being incredibly turned on as I was being ogled, groped, my ass being slapped, and nipples being playfully tugged.
As promised, my husband brought me and his sons to a private beach and together we had drinks, snacks under the beach umbrella, and after I had a few drinks, slightly inebriated, I simply left it as is and no longer felt embarrassed.
Not just my husband and his sons, but a few men who passed by were staring at me. I absolutely enjoyed the attention those men lavished on me. A woman’s dignity is directly tied to how many men are willing to use her sexually.
At one point one of my husband’s sons accidentally fell over me and grabbed me to brace his fall. As he did this, he pulled my top down and my tits popped right out. I made sure he was okay before I stood up and slowly tried to cover my breasts back up. While I was doing this, I told them, “Well, it’s not like it’s covering anything anyway.”
Everyone laughed and as I was adjusting my top, my husband came over behind me and gave me a wedgie from behind, and tucked my G-string all the way up my asscrack and said, “Then why don’t you take it off, slut? Do it slowly. And dance while you strip. Do a striptease. Put on a show for us.”
We put on some music and right there, on the beach, in semi-public, I ended up doing a striptease for my American husband and his four virile white American sons, all of them the progeny of a white American man and a white American woman, his previous wife.
There was a bush behind the beach and my husband decided to take me back to into the bush and fucked me right there, and after he fucked me, we went back to our spot and when our sons asked where we disappeared to, my husband very nonchalantly told them that “Your Japanese mother needs a good fucking once in a while or else she dries up,” something to that effect. I don’t remember verbatim what he said anymore.
Once again, I felt extremely embarrassed but also strangely turned on. I suppose I was born to be a masochist, just like my mother was.
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