I was sitting in a train travelling on the Tozai line getting full value for my 600 Yen Tokyo all-day subway pass. I had switched from the Marunouchi Line at Station 18, which was also Station 9 on the Tozai Line. I was just train-hopping, talking in the urban beehive that was Tokyo, and I had no real idea where I was, as I had changed lines so many times. I pulled out the map, and it looked like strands of spaghetti on a piece of paper, as there were so many lines crisscrossing and intersecting.

It was my 43-year-old Vietnamese wife, Phoung, who was the reason I was in Tokyo. She was to have her first overseas betting sexfight against a Vietnamese shop assistant who worked at the Nippon Department Store, Marunouchi, near Tokyo station. Phoung was an established, successful competitor back in Melbourne, Australia. She was in the top bracket, where women competed privately for a set $2,000 AUD stake: both women put up with the winner-take-all format and had victory rites over the loser. It was at least 2 steps above the $200 sexfight contests she had started out in. Although Phoung was not good enough to be on the International Asian Sexfight Tour, she was one of Melbourne’s best and had once defeated another Vietnamese who was ranked World 187 at the time.

The Japan trip was our first venture for an overseas contest and involved larger stake-money than she had fought for previously. The upcoming contest against Yuri, a 25-year-old shop assistant, was for USD 10,000. If Phoung won, then she would upgrade her career and satisfy my fantasy by regularly fighting at the highest level below the authorised International league. I would be watching her sexfight the best Asians from SE Asia, China, Japan, Korea, Taiwan, the Philippines, and the USA, not in the select 250 International rankings. These women preferred that their involvement in sexfighting was kept private: perhaps for business, social, or family reasons rather than be available as it would be if they were on the professional circuit.

I sat back, and my eyes moved from the endless grey apartment buildings flashing past to the sparsely occupied carriage. Unfortunately, no Japanese women were being molested by male gropers, which, as my JAV watching had led me to believe, occurred on every Tokyo train. There were no office ladies in their white shirts, tight black skirts and pantyhose, cosplayers or horny salarymen either. You can’t believe everything you see in those JAV videos, I decided. I scanned the carriage and noticed a few sturdy, mature Japanese women in sensible jackets and skirts. I prefer over 35 Asian women, but not the round-faced, sturdy, thick-thighed, big soft-titted versions that were in this carriage.

I stood to change lines at Kayabucho but sat back quickly. The seat in front of me was occupied by a perfect Japanese MILF. Well, to my eyes at least. She was slim, had a lean, not round face with a ponytail, and was dressed in tight jean shorts and an even tighter tee shirt. She had small tits but prominent nipples that, in my biased view, resembled telephone poles. I sat down with the feeling that she was familiar. But how? She was one Japanese housewife in a population of 125 million, and I was an Australian who had never visited Japan. I kept observing her via her reflection in the train window, and she pulled out her phone.

Using my business skills of reading contracts placed opposite me upside down on desks, mirror reflected images, etc, which have given me many advantages in sealing business deals, I watched her use the internet browser. I didn’t read Japanese, but I recognised the blue and white of OnlyFans. It all clicked. No wonder I was captivated. She was TokyoMomHiroko from OnlyFans. She was one of the few on OnlyFans I felt that had real orgasms and wasn’t trying to tease for dollars or had that ‘look at me, I’m great’ attitude and called themselves Princess as they photoshopped their posts. You too can judge for yourself if I am speaking the truth by using your browser.

Hiroko got off at station 4, Waseda, and naturally, so did I. She must have noticed my clumsy efforts at being invisible and following her as she stopped in her tracks, turned around, and asked in English, which proved to me she was actually answering her OnlyFans messages herself, if I was following her. Somehow, I stammered all of an apology, my knowledge of her OnlyFans activity, and that she was my number one, and an offer to buy her lunch at a ramen shop. To my surprise, she responded to my effusive praise and explanation of why she was the best and agreed to have lunch. I have no idea what we ate, so captivated was I by the 42-year-old, slim, animated, and interesting Japanese OnlyFans creator.

If this were a JAV video, we would have ended up in her apartment for days of endless sex with me hiding in a spare room whenever her husband was awake at home. But this is a real story, and so there was no invitation to her dwelling, no sex on the Tatami mats, no doggie-style on the sofa, or no cowgirl on the bed as the husband slept beside us. Hell, I never even ate her out in the shower or hid under the dining table when her husband came home unexpectedly. Well, to be honest, it did happen in my mind as she ate her ramen and I pretended I liked my bowl. But it never happened in reality, although to my surprise, she did accept my invitation to dine with me and my wife Phoung that night.

Of course, on the rail journey back to my hotel, I fantasised about Hiroko and Phoung in a prolonged sexfight, but that was never going to happen, was it? However, it occupied my attention for the entire train trip back to the Tokyo metro station close by the New Otani Hotel Tokyo, where Phoung and I were staying, and where the sexfight with Yuri would take place on her Sunday off. I must say Phoung was surprised by how horny I was as I fucked her that night, but accepted my excuse that the thought of her first big overseas sexfight was responsible.

Phoung and I waited in one of the New Otani Hotel restaurants. Phoung, as usual, was in her best slut wear: 5-inch-high heels, a tight, short red nightclub dress made of a material that showed she was braless and wearing a tiny thong. She was enjoying the looks of the entire restaurant, and I the reflected glory of being the male with her. After a five-minute wait, I saw Hiroko’s face above the reception counter and, after a click of his fingers from the maître d’hotel, a waiter escorted Hiroko to our table, while Phoung seethed. She had been upstaged. Hiroko, while her shoes did not match Phoung’s, her super miniskirt, as per her posts of Oct 3 and Sep 29, certainly did. The tiny denim garment started 7 inches below her belly button and had a tight 2.5-inch section above the pleated 5-inch remainder, which, even without Hiroko bending, showed she had a red thong pressed into her slit. Those one-of-a-kind nipples I knew so well from the internet were sticking out through the tight leopard-skin print top.

We started with Sashimi and moved on to Tempura with Tetsuyu sauce, then finished with Shabu Shabu. Surprisingly, brought up on good old Oz food, then Vietnamese, I was able to eat it all. Phoung smiled as she passed a ceramic bowl of sauce to Hiroko. I knew that smile, but I was too late. Hiroko’s top received the contents and a fake apology from Phoung. Staff rushed up to try and fix the damage, but I suggested we go to our room, and Hiroko could wash the top in the bathroom and use the hairdryer. After her voluminous, fake apology, Phoung couldn’t refuse this, so we adjourned to the 12th floor.

Top dried, and in our hotel room, Phoung continued belittling Hiroko’s OnlyFans work, sneering at the amount of income it could generate and suggesting that it was due to having only a few subscribers because she wasn’t a real woman with her lack of tits and looks, plus the fact that she was only acting, not really aroused on camera. I defended Hiroko, but Phoung was in full bitch mood and, like a bulldozer in a field of flowers, she was taking no prisoners. “Now me, I am the opposite,” she continued. “Competing in 2 days’ time for a $5000 winner take all stakes, I will defeat, sexfighting one on one, another experienced woman sexually, and leave her sprawled on the bed unable to continue having succumbed to the strength of my sex.”

Hiroko listened and then said, “Well, it should be easy for you to defeat a woman like me who has no tits and who only pretends to be aroused.” That started a verbal attack, and within minutes, the two were ready to rumble, or as they say on WWE, Ruuuuuuuuuuummmmble. I could hardly believe my luck.

Phoung stripped and confidently displayed her body. She was definitely attractive; otherwise, I wouldn’t have married her, as, at my age, I needed a trophy wife. She had softly permed, jet-black hair, had no bra to remove, and her exquisite hot pink open crotch butterfly thong was quickly dispatched to display her nakedness in all its glory. Although she was 43, her 5 ft 5 inch body had hard, firm 32B tits. Her mound was decorated with a bush of untrimmed hair and sat above her shapely legs.

Hiroko stripped. With the little she was wearing, it did not take long, and her top, tiny mini, and thong soon lay in a discarded pile. She was a little taller at 5 ft 7, but with her leaner body, she was lighter at 100 pounds compared to Phoung’s 112. She had relatively small mandarin-sized tits, but they had very thick, large nipples. My eyes naturally fastened on her pussy. On her OnlyFans site, Wednesday was always Pussy Wednesday: a day I looked forward to. It was noticeable not only for the fact that it was completely shaven, still quite uncommon in Japan, especially in those above 30, but for the length of the long crinkled inner lips that dangled from it, and the fact it was so large that even rear views showed plenty.

With Hiroko never having sexfought, Phoung immediately took the initiative. She moved to Hiroko and seized her head, held her face steady, and initiated a long, sensuous kiss. Normally, she would have tried to intimidate the other woman by forcing her nipples into her opponent’s, establishing an early superiority over them. But she had decided that although her dark-coloured teats were perhaps a shade thicker, they were not as long as the erect pair of Hiroko, so, avoided this tactic. Hiroko stiffened as Phoung first kissed her lips, then opened them and forced her tongue into Hiroko’s mouth.

Caught unaware, the inexperienced Hiroko was unable to stop Phoung’s tongue from dominating hers as it searched for her throat. Just when she was starting to successfully defend against the probing tongue, Phoung’s fingers slid down Hiroko’s body to her slit, parted the Japanese woman’s cunt lips, and entered her quim. Hiroko opened her mouth in shocked surprise, and Phoung took advantage, driving her tongue deeper. Hiroko pulled her head back and found Phoung had her arm holding and restraining her. Hiroko’s back arched, and Phoung had no trouble forcing her backwards until the back of her legs hit the bed and she tumbled arse first onto it.

Hiroko lay on her back with her legs spread wide. Phoung quickly straddled her with her head facing Hiroko’s feet and brought her mouth down onto Hiroko’s cunt. She sank her tongue into Hiroko’s pussy and immediately started licking it, and experienced her first taste of a Japanese woman. Underneath Phoung, Hiroko strained and, by cricking up her neck, she managed to bring her tongue to my wife’s cunt. Phoung’s face was buried into Hiroko’s cunt and arse, noisily eating her pussy with wet squelching sounds while her upper position allowed her to raise her hips and allow her slit to receive just how much stimulation she decided she wanted from the Japanese woman under her.

As was to be expected, Phoung was in control of the first timer. She had her bodyweight pinning Hiroko under her, with her arms keeping Hiroko’s legs spread wide and open. My wife worked her tongue relentlessly: up and down Hiroko’s cunt, varying her continual attacks, sometimes plunging it inside her slit deeply, occasionally lifting the Japanese woman’s hips to lap at her arsehole. Hiroko moaned in increasing arousal from Phoung’s work. She strained her neck upwards to tongue Phoung, who accepted and enjoyed it, but from her top position could raise her hips, taking her cunt away from Hiroko’s tongue if she felt she was becoming too aroused.

It was one-way traffic, and Hiroko went off first with a high-pitched scream as she shot cunt juice out of her pussy up into Phoung’s face, and soon her petite body arched again in orgasm. Phoung had lifted her face away and buried three fingers in Hiroko’s cunt and two fingers of her other hand in her arsehole and started pumping away at her two fuck holes. Phoung now needed only to drag one more cum from Hiroko for the third and winning orgasm and went back to eating the 42-year-old Japanese OnlyFans uploader.

Phoung was confident. She knew she would win, but she wanted to humiliate the Japanese bitch while I watched. She smiled confidently and settled down to her number one task at hand: humiliating the trapped, sobbing Hiroko. The whole of Hiroko’s gash was soon sopping wet. She was jerking involuntarily, preparatory to cumming. Phoung withdrew her tongue. Hiroko’s cunt literally dripped juice, which soaked into the bed sheets. With Phoung’s head raised, I could see Hiroko’s fully exposed, erect, quivering clit. Then it was back to work for Phoung: Hiroko’s pussy was again covered by Phoung’s face, who thrust her tongue into it as far as she could reach and was rewarded by a muffled cry. Thick slimy precum mucus rolled down her chin. Hiroko started screaming and jerking, and Phoung stopped just before Hiroko came, gloating at her control of the Japanese. Then she started the process again, only to stop short of Hiroko’s orgasm before recommencing. Again, and again, and again.

I was amazed at how much sex Hiroko could accept. Surely, she would just give up. Hiroko’s head was thrashing from side to side as she fought to deny another orgasm surging through her, and our eyes met briefly, and I tried to send her a message of support. However, what was happening in front of me showed why Phoung was a very good but not great sexfighter. The very best were dispassionate. Best friend or worst enemy, newcomer or experienced; all were fought in exactly the same way. Petty things could be settled in the victory rites after they had won. Hiroko’s frequent gym work paid off. Despite her petite body, being maybe 12 pounds lighter than Phoung, she managed to wrap her toned, shapely legs around Phoung’s waist and, groaning with the effort, rolled Phoung off her so they lay on their sides. With another grunt and straining effort, she rolled Phoung under her and mounted the swearing Vietnamese.

Their positions were now reversed, and despite Phoung’s frantic attempts, the wiry strength of Hiroko kept the Vietnamese under her. She showed she had learnt quickly in her first sexfight. From her top position, Hiroko raised her hips and lifted her sexually overloaded cunt out of the reach of Phoung’s tongue. She lowered her head and ate Phoung, slowly opening her slit to give herself greater penetration. Finally, she was able to rapidly tongue frig Phoung’s exposed clit. Phoung shook and shrieked from a prolonged orgasm, making no effort to arouse Hiroko as her body spasmed. Hiroko rammed a couple of fingers up Phoung’s slot and sucked on her clit with all her strength. When her hardworking tongue hit Phoung’s clit, she spasmed again to take the score to two each. The next cum would decide the match.