0 comments/ 14173 views/ 1 favorites Letters from the World Ch. 01 By: SunrockSin Sonny Rocksin                                                       February 14, 2007 Austin, Tx Sonny, Hey, it's been a while but I thought I'd take a moment to let you know what I've been doing since that afternoon when I walked in on you and my sister. You know that really seemed to hurt at the time but I've come to realize exactly how free I really am now. Yeah, and you just keep on lying that it was all a mistake, hell, I saw where your hands were. Anyway, you'd be surprised how many men really get turned or when I flash our wedding ring along with a bit of thigh. I actually met an interesting fellow from Australia who was on a mission of sorts, a mission, he explained, that anyone could take, even me. Just think, here in a bar on Sixth Street I found the perfect way to properly honor our so-called marriage. I first overheard Alex talking of his quest with a couple of friends. He explained that he was in search of a woman's company for the evening, but the woman in question had to be North American. Hearing his Aussie accent, I figured he was simply out to bed a hot Texan, but it turned out he wasn't even that selective. While talking of his prospective lover he kept alluding to a phrase, "Three of seven," he'd say. Well, it was only later, after I had joined him at the table and was looking down at the way my wedding band sparkled on my finger as it slid up and down his hard cock, that he explained what "three of seven" meant. As I cupped his balls and watched the head of his cock peek in and out of his foreskin he told me of the "Elusive 7-7" or "Seven Continents, Seven Encounters." I dipped my head under the table for a quick taste of his pre-cum as he explained the rules. To attain what some call "the holy grail of international sluttery," all you have to do is have an encounter with someone from each of the seven continents. He was a purist so he was actually trying to have the encounter in the person's native continent. In other words, instead of simply bedding say an Asian visiting Australia, he actually had to travel to Asia to find and bed a local. Ah, suddenly I found the perfect quest, one that would be interesting, educational and especially one that would properly put our marriage in proper perspective. Instead of letting my friend come all over himself there in the bar, I decided I'd consent to be his "three of seven," his North American conquest and let him come all over or, even better, inside of me. While riding in the taxi back to his hotel I kept picturing his uncut cock and how different it looked as I stroked it. I've seen pictures before, but had never seen one so up close. It was exciting, especially seeing it as I slid my ring finger over the soft skin. Yes I thought of you while I looked at my wedding band and I realized how much I was going to love feeling this cock inside me. How wonderfully different it was going to feel. By the time we got to his hotel room I was so worked up that when he pulled off my panties they were practically dripping. He eagerly went down under, splashing his tongue deep into my pussy before giving my clit the most exquisite tongue and lip bath it had ever experienced. I must have come three times before he crawled up and kneeled between my legs. I must say I savored that instant his cock slipped into my pussy and I "officially" and totally shredded our wedding vows, like you have done with my sister. Yes, this revenge was sweet as I came once more before he shot his Aussie cum deep into my pussy. I ended up spending the night and my friend got his "three of seven" two more times that night. The next day he dropped me off back at my place on his way to the airport and, if not for the waiting taxi, we'd have done it there on my apartment balcony. Anyway, I said goodbye and then went inside to make some plans for my new quest. Of course the first step in my quest is to find a North American to fuck before I begin my travels, and no, you don't count. I'll be sure and update you on my travel plans since (I'm sure you've discovered the large withdrawal I made from our joint savings account) you're paying for at least half of it. I'm trying to figure out if I want to go to Canada or Mexico to pick up a North American. Yeah, I could have picked up an American right here in Austin but after going down under with that Aussie I thought I'd try out something different for a change. Your Loving Wife Christine PS: Apparently mother gave Sis my address and she wrote to me trying to explain what was happening when I walked in. What do you two take me for? And don't bother looking for me because as soon as I discovered my sister had my address, I moved. Besides, in a couple of days I'll be traveling. PPS: Happy fucking Valentine's Day. Letters from the World Ch. 02   Sonny Rocksin                                                       February 18, 2007 Austin, Tx Sonny, I must admit, I may have overreacted some in my excitement about this new quest, I mean, look at me, it has only been what, four days since the adventuresome Aussie and here I am in Matamoros, Mexico watching the sunset from my balcony. Yeah, reckless as it was, I booked a Southwest (tm) flight to Harlingen and rented a car and drove down through Brownsville and then crossed over to Matamoros. Not wanting to drive any further into Mexico, I parked at the first tourist trap hotel and checked in. Alone, really alone for the first time in my life I sat in the room here and just cried as I thought of us, how good we were together. Remember that trip to Biloxi at the Beau Rivage when you hit a jackpot on the video poker game? You cashed in the ticket for one dollar bills and then covered out bed with them before we made love. Then we had room service and you tipped the bellman with the bills still damp with our cum. Remembering how it felt back then I got undressed and climbed onto the bed, spreading my legs and imagining you slowly slipping your cock into me. I then ran my palms over my nipples remembering how your lips felt on me. Moving my left hand down to my pussy, I slipped my finger inside to coat it with my wetness and then slipped up to my clit. Picturing you fucking me on top of all that money I came. After that I went as far as picking up the phone to call you and beg you to come down and join me when another picture entered my mind. Instead, I got dressed, called for a cab and rode into the Market. Apparently even in the Market an unaccompanied American woman needs to be careful. At least half a dozen gallant men warned me of the dangers there in Matamoros and offered to escort me. I turned them all down until a well-dressed older gentleman was simply too charming to ignore and I accepted his offer. After a nice stroll through the shops I accepted a ride and an invitation to dinner. As we ate I couldn't help but gaze at this man. He was just about the opposite of you in every regard, from his dark skin tone, his dark black hair with the distinguished graying at the temples, the thin mustache and his thin, angular body. He had long, thin fingers that gently caressed my hand as we sat at the table and later, in the hotel he took me to, ran down my body in such intricate and affectionate patterns as I stood naked before him. While still fully clothed he ran his hands over me, first at my face and down over my neck, then downward. By the time he reached my breasts my nipples were hard, aching for his touch, which he teasingly denied me for what seemed an eternity as his fingertips slid lightly around my breasts. Gently kneading me, he began circling them, slowly moving inward, closer and closer to my nipples so when he finally touched them my body was trembling. Oh what he did to my nipples made me dizzy, as he gently held them between his thumb and index finger. He then began alternating between just barely holding the nubs and pinching them, each time a bit harder. I was gasping for air when suddenly his hands moved down over my stomach, brushed lightly through my pubic hair and then he found my slit. I was so wet by then that his fingers entered me easily as they probed and then circled inside me. The fingers were so long and slid so deep inside me I found myself pushing against him, my wetness soaking his hand. Then, oh God then he pulled his fingers out and touched my clit in a caress that was gentle, yet firm and assertive. It took only seconds before I was coming and he suddenly stood and lifted me up, carrying me to the bad. I watched him undress as my pussy was still quivering from my orgasm. He stood at the edge of the bed and pulled me toward him, pushing his cock into me in that one motion. My pussy was so wet by then he slid in easily and quickly began thrusting into me with his long, thin cock. It was very odd what he did when he reached the hilt, he kind of turned his hip to one side and withdrew and after the nest thrust he turned the other way. I don't know what exactly was happening, but that slight odd movement sent a tingling through my clit that simply drove me crazy. I must have cum two or three more times before I looked up and saw his face wince in pleasure and he filled me with his cum. Funny thing, I don't know whether it was the spicy foods he ate or whether he simply fucked me raw, but it felt as if his cum actually burned a bit. I didn't mind, he simply showed me what a good Latin fuck was all about. I slept with him that night and in the morning I awoke to a beautiful tingling between my legs and when I looked down I saw his face nestled between my legs. Oh Sonny, his tongue was even more divine than his fingers or cock and I came two more times as he sucked on my clit and pushed those long fingers into me. When he finished he lifted his head and smiled, his face glistening in my juices. Well I simply rolled him onto his back and took his cock into my mouth as my hand slid up and down his long shaft. He was the second uncut man I've been with now and I just loved the feel of that extra skin sliding around. Just as he was coming he reached down, grasped my head and held me as his spicy cum flowed into my mouth. It must be the diet here, but his cum was bitter with an intriguing aftertaste. Something I'll have to try again some day. Would you look at the time. Sorry love, I have to run so I can drive back into the states and then up to Harlingen to catch my flight. I have such delicious plans for my "Two of Seven." Don't worry, I be writing you with all the sexy details. Your Loving Wife, Christine Letters from the World Ch. 03   Sonny Rocksin                                                       February 26, 2007 Austin, Tx Sonny, Well here I am eating breakfast on the Butler's Floor of a wonderful hotel in the middle of Istanbul, looking through the windows at the patio. If it wasn't so rainy and cold I could have had breakfast on the patio that looks out over the city. Isak, my butler, served an excellent Eggs Benedict and then recommended some attractions in the city for me to see. To be completely honest, he was really the only attraction I was interested in seeing at that time. He was tall and thin with jet black hair and spoke with an exuberant, youthful confidence that convinced me he was the perfect man to fill in the second spot on my quest of seven in seven. I discovered he studied at George Mason University near Washington DC for several years and was working as a butler hoping to make enough money to return and finish up his studies. Glad to have an American to talk to, Isak did spend an inordinate amount of time with me as I had breakfast and made plans for my day. When I found out his shift would end about three pm, well before the normal time for turn-down service I asked if he could arrange to provide me with an early service. I told him that the jet lag would probably force me to take a short nap in the afternoon and the early turn-down would really make my day. The weather was simply too damp and cold for much site seeing, so after breakfast I rode the elevator down to the lobby and wandered through a few of the shops there. As expected, everything was outrageously expensive, but it was fun to watch some of the guests there as they perused and purchased the pricy stuff without batting an eye. You know, even figuring I'm spending half of your money here Sonny, I just couldn't see fifteen hundred dollars (I'm guessing a bit at the price because of the exchange rates) for a purse. Besides, I had already decided I was investing my money in a lovely tip for Isak provided my plan worked out okay. After spending most of the morning in the hotel lobby, I decided to skip lunch and go back to my room and prepare myself. I took a nice, steamy shower and then took my time drying my hair and putting on my makeup. I then slipped into the wonderfully soft robe the hotel provided and lounged on the bed while I waited for Isak to come in and turn down my bed. While waiting I leaned back on my bed and imagined his hands on me, sliding up over my breasts, fondling them, running his palms over my nipples. As I imagined his hands on me, I opened my robe and ran my own palms over my nipples, feeling them harden. By the time he knocked on my door, my nipples were as big as I'd ever seen them and my pussy was soaking wet, aching for him. I buttoned two buttons on my robe and then went to the door opening it for him. I don't know if it was just that I was so turned on or what, but he looked even that much more beautiful when he stepped into my room. Letting him walk past me to the bed, I watched the way his ass moved with each step and as he folded back the sheets and moved the extra pillows aside, I moved to the corner of the bed. "Is there anything else you require Madam?" he asked me in a polite tone. I looked at him, and Sonny, I know you'll love this, I said, "You turned down my bed, but can you turn this down?" Dropping my robe to the floor, I leaned over the bed, resting my elbows on the cool sheets while spreading my legs wide. There was a moment of silence, a long pause where I wondered if perhaps he just might turn me down, before I felt his hand reach out and slide over my ass. He then kneeled and began kissing me all over my buttocks and down the back of my thighs while his hands moved up thigh. His finger easily slipped into me and then moved quickly to my clit. He toyed with me for a few seconds and then stood and said, "Don't move." I looked over my shoulder and watched him undress, carefully hanging his suit over the chair before turning to return to me. God he looked good. His dark hair lightly covered his chest and stomach before becoming a full, curly patch just above his cock. And oh his cock was stunning. Once again it wasn't circumcised and although it wasn't very long, it was thick, so thick I wondered how I could take him. He moved behind me and I felt his fingers slip into me again, just for a moment before he gently spread my lips and then his glorious cock began filling me. I spread my legs wider and felt myself stretching inside as he slowly eased into me. By the time he worked himself all the way in I was trembling and breathing hard. Slowly he withdrew and then pushed into me again as I felt myself contract and then spread open again. Sonny, he filled me like no man ever has before and as turned on as I was, it only took a few moments before I came, oozing my juices over him. My moans and sudden wetness must have inspired him because he grabbed my hips and began thrusting wildly into me. His final several thrusts before his came actually lifted my feet off the floor and when he did come, I fell onto the bed with him on top of me as his cock spurted his cum deep into my pussy. We remained on the bed together until his thick cock finally slipped out of my pussy and although I wanted him to stay, he had to leave. While he got up and dressed, I rolled onto my back, spread my legs and ran my fingers over my clit as I watched him. He had to carefully zip up his zipper around his, once again, hard cock and he remained to watch me come. Just before he left, he bent over, kissed my wet pussy and then headed for the door. I remained in bed until I could hear the call to prayer from the loudspeaker on a nearby mosque. Before I headed down for dinner I figured I better shoot this letter off to you because I know you are just dying to hear of my journey. I'll think of you the next time I feel my pussy filled by another man. Your Loving Wife Christine   Letters from the World Ch. 04   Sonny Rocksin                                         February 28, 2007 Austin, Tx Sonny, I don't know what I am doing here, I am in this strange country all by myself and am surrounded by all the different sights and sounds but I don't have anyone to share it with. With the jet lag and all I can't sleep a wink so I simply crawl into bed and toss and turn all night long. It got so bad that last night I took one of the many large pillows on the bed and folded it in half. I then took off all my clothes and ran my hands down over my body, letting my palms circle my nipples the way you used to do to me. Moving my hands downward I ran them along my thighs and up through my pubic hair, careful not to touch my pussy in any way. After teasing myself for what seemed like an achingly long time, I climbed on top of the folded pillow and ground myself on the soft fabric. Thrusting my hips up and down on it I tried to think of Isak and then of just a stranger but it was you who kept coming to me. First when I closed my eyes I saw your face, then it was your hands as they closed over my breasts and finally your cock as it slowly slipped inside of me. I came then, fucking the pillow and thinking of you. I slipped back into my robe then and hoped to get some sleep, but in just a few minutes I heard the loudspeakers blaring the call to prayer. Moving to the window I couldn't help but enjoy the sight and sound at that time. Soon the strange chants ended but I remained at the window and watched the sun rise over the unique buildings. At breakfast Isak was polite, but very quiet. He is hurt because when he offered to turn down my bed yesterday I didn't climb in with him. It was tempting but somehow I just couldn't do it again, even after forcing myself to remember the sight of you and my sister, I just didn't want to do it with him again. To be honest I'm even feeling guilty about being with him the first time. From the patio here on the roof of the hotel I can see an immense suspension bridge stretching over a river here. I understand that on the other side of the bridge I'll still be in Istanbul, but it will be on the continent of Asia, not Europe. Just beneath the bridge is a tiny island where the entire land area of the island is covered with a three story building. This building is built of stone and if it were larger it would resemble one of the many castles in the area. Instead, with the rounded, red roof and the tiny spires it looks like a doll house, or a doll castle, if you will. Before Isak started his brooding over my rejection of his advances he told me a story of this doll castle. It seems that many years ago one of the wealthy landowners in the area had a very beautiful daughter, so beautiful that he worried day and night over her virtue. Apparently he had to travel a lot in his business and since he was unable to bring his daughter with him, he feared that someone might break in and ravage her. Of course, I imagine he probably also worried about the young woman escaping her father's overbearing ways and simply going out and getting in trouble on her own. Anyway, it was important that his daughter remain chaste since he had a number of inquiries from other wealthy noblemen about the possibility of marrying her and any one of these marriages would automatically be a very profitable merger too. In order to keep his daughter safe, he bought the tiny island and built the building where his daughter and a few female attendants would live. The wealthy father had several boats that ran back and forth to the island carrying provisions, messages and female friends to visit. The currents around the small island were treacherous and the father kept lookouts at his home on the mainland watching for any boat traffic in the area, so when he finalized a negotiation for her hand in marriage he was confident she was chaste and ready for marriage. It was only when she stepped on the dock after the short boat ride from the island that the father and the prospective husband saw the size of her stomach. Although the daughter's fiancé was a religious man he did not believe there was a second immaculate conception so the wedding plans were immediately scrapped. Her father lamented the financial loss but quickly figured out a solution to his daughters surprising pregnancy. He quickly got his advisors together and then advertised a contest, with a huge cash prize. The contest was a rather simple one, the contestants would start along the shore and the first to safely swim to the island would win the prize and at the same time be forced into marriage to his pregnant daughter. The landowner figured the winner would most likely be the man who had been to the island and had sex with his daughter originally, so at least his daughter would have the child's father as her husband. Tragically, halfway into the race, a storm blew in and all of the racers drowned. Upon hearing that all the men had drowned, the daughter, distraught over the one of them that had visited her and made love to her, immediately ran to the edge of the pier and threw herself into the water, also drowning. The building remains on the island amid the treacherous waters as a shrine to the follies of the flesh. It makes you think, it makes me think about you and my sister again. Yeah, I'm going over the bridge, over that tiny island into Asia to search for my own folly of the flesh. Your Loving Wife Christine   Letters from the World Ch. 05   Sonny Rocksin                                     March 18, 2007 Austin, Tx Sonny, I need your help. I know I may not deserve it but please, please read what I have here and get in touch with Marcus Alsace at the address on the card I've enclosed in this letter. He is a lawyer here who can get me home as long as I can get a spouse or male relative to come and sign for my release. I know this is a lot to ask, especially considering how I have been acting over the last few months but it is the only thing I can do. I have been in touch with the U.S. Embassy along with a number of other officials from the area and it has simply come down to getting someone to come, vouch for me and take me home. To help you better understand what got me in this trouble, I will tell you what happened, and while in the past I admit I was flaunting my actions just to hurt you, now I'm telling you everything so you might better understand the situation I am in. Had I been almost anywhere else I probably would have gotten off, perhaps paid a small fine or received some stern warning, but with the religious situation here in Istanbul it's much, much worse. As I mentioned in my last letter, I had planned to travel over the bridge to the Asian part of the city. Isak, the butler, helped me arrange for a driver for the day, a driver, as it turned out, actually was born in and had grown up in the Asian part of Istanbul. He had just returned to the country after attending college and living in the United States for a while, so he spoke excellent English. Of course, considering the quest I had been undertaking, I immediately realized I no longer needed to search for an Asian man to have sex with. I had the man I wanted driving my car, all I needed now was the appropriate place to do it. Initially, I sat in the back seat, but after we stopped for a tea at a small café, I slipped into the front seat. From that point, the seduction was on. As the driver showed me some of the various, beautiful sights through the city, I slowly worked on hiking up my ankle length dress. With the length of the dress, which I didn't dare wear any shorter in the city, I didn't need to bother with any hose and I didn't wear any panties either. Anyway, after a considerable length of time, I finally had my dress worked up where I was showing a bit of my knee and thigh. Initially, the driver seemed to ignore the flesh I had exposed, but when I began running my hand over my thigh, I knew I had his attention. I continued moving my skirt up, showing more and more, until finally he could see it all. It was disappointing when the driver continued driving, doing his best to ignore me, so I finally reached over and placed my hand in his lap. Well, then I knew that he had noticed me because he was hard and when I whispered, "Why don't we find a quiet place to stop the car?" he sped up and quickly pulled into a nearby park. When we stopped, I already had my dress hiked up, so I turned in my seat while he dove in between my legs, kissing my thighs and then quickly moving his tongue to my pussy. He pushed his tongue into me and then moved to my clit, licking it furiously. Well, after the length of time it took to work up to this moment, I was so worked up, that I came almost immediately. I moaned, "Fuck me now," and he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was another, beautiful, uncircumcised one which I quickly guided into my pussy. Well, no sooner had he worked his cock into me when I heard some screaming. Looking around the car I noticed a group of people coming toward us. They began banging and rocking the car speaking in a language I didn't understand. The driver quickly started the car and tried to back out, but the group of people didn't move. I pled with him, "Just go, just go... they will move," but before he could do anything a police car pulled up. The group of people frantically shouted at the police who came to the car and knocked on the windows. When we opened them up, they led us out of the car and into their vehicle. After that it was just crazy. After a few days someone from the State Department did stop by and recommend a lawyer for me. My lawyers tried to convince me to accuse the driver of rape, but I couldn't do that. Well, anyway they were able to work out something with the court so all I need is to get some male relative to take custody of me and I will be released. So, Sonny, I know I have hurt you and I don't know how I can make it up to you, but please, get in touch with the lawyer and help me get out of all this. I will even give you what money I have left from what I took if you do this. Your Loving Wife Christine     ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   John Thurston                                     March 25, 2007 Attorney at Law Austin, TX John, Pursuant to our conversation early this month, I attach another letter from Christine, which I just received. As we discussed, the letter is unopened, just like the last ones I sent you. I will advise you when she returns to the United States so we can decide upon what to do beyond the separation. As before, you have my permission to open and read these letters as needed for the preparation of the divorce proceedings at your convenience. Thank you for your help and counseling. Sincerely, Sonny Rocksin Austin, Texas.