Great, while living on Okinawa I took her to an after hours place called "Snack Pot". I had been there a few times before and convinced the Ma-Ma-San to give her an interview. The snack was located in a dead end ally, really small place, 5 bar stools and three booths. It was after 1am when we went there. The wife was dressed in a white shelf style bra, bikini panties, garterbelt, beige stockings, high heels. Her dress was a white half-slip that she wore with the waistband pulled up over her tits. The slip also had a side slit that she positioned in front between her thighs. When we entered the Snack there was only the Ma-Ma-San and one ...... customer there. After I introduced the wife to the Ma-Ma-San they retired to one of the booths. They spoke for several minutes before the Ma-Ma-San came back to the bar and told me she hired the wife. She then took the ...... by the arm and led him to the booth where the wife sat. Needless to say he was all over her. When I saw her head disappear I knew she was blowing him. While this was going on the Ma-Ma-San was on the phone talking to other "Snack Bars" it wasn't long before there was a steady stream of customers coming in to take their turn in the booth with the wife. By the time we left she was splattered with cum. She when there two or three times a week for over six months.