As soon as we close the front door in the hallway, I take her clothes off and love her deeply until I cum in her mouth. She laughs and licks sperm drops from her lips. An amazing Asian girl. And she speaks my language! I'm a very lucky man.
On bare feet, we tiptoe into the kitchen. I have the best kitchen utensils, all the kitchen appliances and a large gas stove with details in sparkling copper. Delicious. The equipment must be in order if one is to perform a sublime result.
"Here, it's yours now, my darling! The kitchen, you own it."
She smiles at me and seems quite excited. It means something to them, it does.
"It's much better than the kitchen I'm used to," she says.
Leads her into the living room. We stand in front of the large windows and I admire the view of the garden where the lawn, surrounded by tall trees on both sides, extends all the way down to the bay. My sailing ship is at anchor some distance out, and an inflatable boat is upside down on the jetty where I have built a sauna to the left.
"Here you can relax." I show her the music system, the movie screen, the leather furniture, the pool table, the fireplace, the thick carpets. "When you need a break, you're welcome here."
She smiles warmly at me. Grabs my hand and puts it against her cheek.
"I love you," she says.
"But the best thing is probably my bedroom."
I open the doors to a paradise of good sleep. A huge bed with soft duvets, the whitest cover and the most delicious towels in the bathroom.
"I work hard and when I take time off I like to pamper myself. That's how I live. You have to work hard before you can enjoy", I say. "My last wife did not understand."
"It's a great bedroom," she says in surprise. "So big. In my childhood, we lived an entire family in a house that was smaller than your bedroom." She looks at me with love in her eyes.
"Now we must have some food," I say. "If you want to look at it, I'll fix something in the garage in the meantime."
My wife nods. I show her the fridge which is stuffed with the best ingredients.
“Make some Asian food for me,” I suggest.
"What is it?"
She has grabbed a cucumber which she suspiciously studies with her hands.
"But this here, why is it wrapped in plastic."
"For security reasons," I say. That must be enough explanation for now. She has a lot to learn about living in a cultured society, I understand that.
Half an hour later we sit down at the table. On the occasion of the day, I open a bottle of red wine. The food tastes great. Afterwards we drink a good cup of coffee with cognac. Side by side in the soft leather sofa. I'm a lucky man.
"Can we go to sleep now," she whispers to me.
"Yes, we must, just wait and see, I have a surprise for you," I reply happily. Takes her hand. Leads her through the kitchen, past the large car outside in the driveway and into a side door to the garage.
"I love you so much that I have chosen to leave my car outside even though it probably damages the paint, but you deserve the best. Look, I have set up the camping bed, and a sleeping bag, and the good pillow from my aunt Berta. "
I'm smiling. She looks worriedly at me and questioningly. Understandable.
"The wedding night, I understand, one can be unsure if you'll perform good enough.
She looks worried. I take the clothes off her and we have great sex in the workshop. Standing at the work bench, kneeling on the floor, and finally a fantastic ejaculation over her face.
"But what about the big nice bed you have inside the bedroom?" She wipes the sperm away from her face.
"My bedroom. Well, we'll have to look at it along the way, that's clear. But I will say, until now I think you're doing really well. At this point I'm very happy with you. "
She looks at me in surprise. Probably not used to being praised, she comes from a different culture. Kissing her on the nose. "Sleep well, my beloved. Remember to turn off the light before falling asleep."
The next morning I wake up early. Goes out into the kitchen, but there is neither coffee nor toast. I wonder why. I'm going out to the garage, but it's empty. I realize she's gone, because her suitcase is gone, too.
I'm not hurt that much, but I'm kind of disappointed. Stow away the camping bed, opens the gate and rolls my beloved Mercedes back into place in the garage. Checking the paint. It is German quality. "Ordnung sein muss." I love the Germans' sense of order and honesty. Pat the car lovingly on the bonnet.
"Beautiful girl", I whisper. Turns off the light and leave her alone.