Chapter 41: -09- Recipe for Disaster

~~** Tachibana Shota’s Point of View **~~

“Ara, Shota-kun.  Are you awake?  Why didn’t you come downstairs?”

And disturb your heart-to-heart talk with Nene-san?  It’s bad enough I eavesdropped on part of it.  The last time I eavesdropped on a conversation, it ended up with Chigusa intruding on my marriage.  The last thing I want is to add Nene-san into the mix somehow.

“I was only there… for the baby.”

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t come back to bed with you.  You were out cold and I was umm… I was a bit… horny.  I went to the bathroom to rub one out because I thought you’d get mad if somehow you woke up and saw me doing it in our bed when you were right beside me.  Chigusa’s door happened to be open, and she was awake.  I…  I was just there to put my hands on her stomach and feel it in case the baby might have moved.”

“You sound pretty guilty there, Shota.  Is that all you really did?”

“…no.”

“I… in the bathroom, Chigusa and I took a bath and I knew better.”

“Did you break your rule?”

“No.  It was only to have her orgasm so the baby might move and we could feel it.”

“Ufufufu~”

“Mayuri-san?”

“Did you end up feeling it move?”

“I think… maybe a little?”

My wife sat down on our bed.  She didn’t look angry, but that didn’t change the fact that I wronged her anyway.

“I’m upset that you didn’t give me your first time.”

“Eh?  I didn’t mean to keep it from you.  But as I said before it really wasn’t all that memorable between Chigusa and I…”

“Not Chigusa, dear.  I meant Nene-san’s.”

“Huh? Nene-san?”

“You didn’t tell me I was marrying a divorcee, I thought marriage was a first time thing for us both.”

“I was only ten!  I was just trying to protect my auntie and her daughter!  It… it didn’t count!”  I protested.

“Ufufufu~ teasing you first thing in the morning makes me feel so much better.”

I sighed.  She got me.  She also planted a kiss right on my forehead suspiciously.

“Shota-kun, I’m not angry at anything you did.  I trust you.  I mean, I’m a little concerned you were pawing at my daughter’s privates, but the reasoning for that is sound.”

“How can you say that?  There was no part of that which was okay.”

“Oh hush.  In the end, my daughter will wake up alone but happy in her bed, and you are right where you need to be in ours.  It’s okay, and I’m telling you that as the wife you love so much.”

“I do.  I do love you so much, Mayuri-san.”

My wife laid down on the bed next to me and let me rest my head in her ample chest.  I could only be truly calm when she let me do this.

“I don’t know what to do, Mayuri.”  I omitted the honorific on her name here.  Because to me, this was an intimate moment.  “Chigusa brought up a point earlier that I wasn’t expecting to affect me so much.”

“And what is that?”

“She… even if she has the baby, she still has needs as a woman.  Needs I can’t fulfill.  I can love you, I can love the daughter Chigusa and I will have, but I can’t… give her the love she’s due as a woman.  She’ll have to get it elsewhere, and when she does, will I really remain that child’s only father?”

My wife held me close and stroked my hair.

“I’m sure we’ll figure something out.”

She said that, but no suggestions were forthcoming because such a question, if it has an answer, can’t possibly be easy to arrive at.

“But I swear to you, Mayuri, I will never betray you.”

“I know you won’t, Shota.  I know you won’t.”

When I slowly felt better after confessing my borderline infidelity with her daughter once again, Mayuri-san giggled.

“Did you ever end up rubbing one out?”

“…no.”

“Ufufufu~ Then let me show you that I will always be here to care for you, as long as you and I are husband and wife.”

Mayuri-san pounced on me, grabbing my pants by the waist and tugging them down, exposing my partner in crime.  For the next short while, I was reminded of my wife’s amazing appetite.

The Shota Mk.I original organic pleasure delivery system™ was molested by a very hungry housewife who liked keeping her husband close to the edge, quite possibly as a light punishment.  As I was left aching for her to continue, she removed her shirt and bra, revealing her lovely E-cups to me.

“I was saving this for a rainy day, but I think this might just show you how much I also love and appreciate that you are loyal to me, even when the opportunity to not be is so close.”

She leaned over and opened the drawer of her nightstand and pulled out a little lubricating lotion.  She squirted a bit into the gap between her breasts and some into her hands.  Then she began to lube up my pleasure stick until it was nice and slippery, when along with her sultry laugh, I found there was another place I could go slip sliding away inside of my wife.

I was able to enjoy a limited edition Mayuri Paizuri.

My wife slid my heavy throbbing cock right between her enormous tits as she pushed them together making a sublime tit-cunt for me to fuck.  I was seriously edged from her earlier oral stimulation and I was almost regretful that I would blow my load so soon to such an incredible experience.

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But that’s how it goes.

Mayuri is a tease to the end.

I shot goopy strands of cum from between her tits but not a single drop made it out of that cock-trap.  She controlled the pressure perfectly and I was still able to slide in and out and be milked to the extreme by her.

She released me from that fleshy heaven only for me to see an ungodly amount of semen sliding down her midsection as if a semen-born slime tentacle monster sought desperately for her womanly entrance on its own, instinctively knowing the way to her womb and wondering why on Earth I would have aborted the mission to fertilize her eggs in that flesh-vaccum void space of her titties instead of a more  habitable world.

Her mouth wrapped itself around my sperm cannon afterwards, and resurrected it with expert skill before sliding me back inside her breast-dungeon and doing it again.  I was pistoning in her being re-covered in my own sticky mess, only this time she let me poke out of the top from time to time as she licked around my tip when she periodically trapped it with a squeeze.

I was still sensitive so she enjoyed torturing me until my second salvo came, and this time it did shoot up and outward.  I had enough left to fire off that the face of my wife was painted in streaks of white.  She did it so flawlessly, that not a drop spilled onto my pants.

She even gave me a bit of an after show, rubbing my slowly drying cum all over her breasts, and showing me how much I still had to learn of what eroticism my wife was capable of.  A forbidden technique known only to a woman truly capable of honey-trapping a man.

She left the room topless to go clean herself off.  I had no such problems, as she took care of my own clean up personally.  All I needed to do was slide my pants back up and I was ready for school.

I went downstairs, pleasantly drained of my worldly desires, and saw Nene-san and Chigusa sitting at the kitchen table.

“Good morning, Shota!”  Chigusa cheerfully greeted me.

“Hey, twerp.  Got yourself laid?”  Was the less polite greeting from Nene-san.

Breakfast had already been made, and those two were nearly finished.  I sat down to eat, and Nene-san thanked me for calling her partner last night.

“I’m glad you got your situation sorted out.  I’ll drop by from time to time from now on, since I was invited to by your wonderful wife.  I think you did pretty good in finding her, and I think you should know that I approve of your relationship.  While I may still have concerns about Chigusa, I’m sure things will work out somehow.”

Nene-san was nursing a cup of coffee and recovering from a hangover, since she wasn’t being nearly as loud as I expected.

When my wife returned downstairs, Nene-san got up, and my wife saw her off.  Once she was gone, Mayuri-san sat down at the table with us, and began to eat along with me.

“Chigusa, sweetie...”

“Yes, mom?”

“The next time you do something like that with my husband, make sure I get a chance to feel it move, too.”

Mayuri-san said it like she was asking me to pass the soy sauce.

Chigusa had a sheepish look on her face, as if she got caught eating candy before dinner and got unexpectedly full.

“…un…”

“And Shota…”

“Yes, Mayuri-san?”

“You don’t have to report every single thing to me from now on.  Just don’t break your own rule.”

“Yes, Mayuri-san...”

Breakfast was eaten without further mention, until Mayuri-san perked up with something to say that was quite important.

“Nene-san did leave me with some useful information.  Your mother had a recipe book she used, and it’s likely in Chigusa’s room in one of the boxes in the closet.  With any luck, your mother’s recipe for pork soup is in it.”

That… did brighten my day up.

Today was Saturday, so there was no school.  It was just a lazy day to sit around the house.  But for some reason, I didn’t want to do only that.  I did have obligations however, and that was in the form of a neglected Fanbox.

I had to push a chapter or two, and quickly, or face the wrath of my paying subscribers.  Thankfully they were understanding when I delivered a chapter with a long apology, and promised there wasn’t going to be any kind of hiatus.

Fans can be temperamental at times, much like Chigusa.

My wife came downstairs after a bit of searching along with her daughter and revealed the fruits of their hard work together.

“I found your mother’s recipe book!”

Indeed she had, and the recipes for my favorite spicy curry, sukiyaki, and pork soup were all listed.  Mayuri-san said she could faithfully replicate it from how detailed the instructions were, and now I really had something to look forward to.

“But… we do need to go buy some ingredients before I can.”

In order to make the soup, we needed some ham bones, a different kind of pork than the cuts we had in the refrigerator, more potatoes, carrots, daikon radish, leeks, and a whole slew of things that was turning what I thought was a simple dish into a whole main event.

But, Mom’s pork soup is that good, so it was worth it to me to do so.

Since it would be for dinner, we would leave around two in the afternoon to do the shopping, get home no later than four and she’d have it ready by eight.

I never failed to appreciate how much effort my wife puts into the household, especially where cooking is concerned.  Mealtime for me has a special significance.  A significance once eroded by only cup noodles for far too long.

Maybe it’s part of the previous arrangement she never let go of, but Mayuri-san has never failed to make a concerted effort to provide three meals a day for me.

I wanted to tell her she no longer had to.  Breakfast and Dinner was enough, since school was in session, but on days I came home early, even though I ate her delicious bentos at school with help from Chigusa more often than not, she never relented.

Chigusa on the other hand, hearing we needed to go out and get ingredients, suggested that we stop off for some pizza for a late lunch instead.  She managed to convince me and with a two versus one verdict, Mayuri-san gave in.

It was time for another date-and-a-half with these two.

But the world exists to challenge happiness and the status quo.  In this case, what was waiting for us out there in the world, was something very ugly.

Yesterday was the day for dealing with my past, in the form of Nene-san.

Today was the day for dealing with the past of these two women who came into my life like a summer storm.

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