Chapter 74: -09- Momentary Happiness

~~** Okazaki Nene’s Point of View **~~

 

How do I explain the happiness I’m feeling right now?

I’m being cuddled on both of my sides after what might possibly have been one of the best dates of my life with a woman who’d shown me that I could feel both a romantic interest and possibly a sexual chemistry with, and the only man who ever truly treated me right, and whose love I couldn’t honestly return because I was afraid because of something as idiotic as an age difference.

I felt like all the years I had wasted, hiding from the fear and trauma of love and marriage, were being challenged by this singular moment. The feeling I had right now was one of peace and safety. As my heart beat like the naïve girl I once was who believed in a happily-ever-after ending to life, I felt like I had found the two people in this world, aside from my own flesh and blood daughter, who would never give me a reason to worry and fear.

But I also felt a tiny bit heartbroken, because those two were married and deeply in love with each other. Of course they would be... there is no question they were meant for each other! I’m just in the way, but… I’m happy loving them both from the side, and as much as they are supporting me through a new period of hardship, I also want to support them back, even if I’m a useless old woman, and don’t quite have an idea how, yet.

I felt a hand from the body which perfectly outlined itself along the entire back of my body gently wrap itself around my waist. Even without needing to see, the tenderness of his hand was long ago engraved into my body. It’s that of my dear (fake) husband, who even made it possible to overcome the trauma from the abuse I suffered at the hands of my first husband, and Kumi’s father.

I welcomed it.

Even if it was only a hug, I welcomed it entirely… not knowing if a moment like this could ever come again. I felt his hand slowly slide up the front of my body and rest on my breast which was given a gentle caress by him.

How long has it been since I let a man touch me? The last time would have been Shota, long ago, in the room next to this one, wouldn’t it? Yeah, that was my mistake I have to carry now. Shota had always been a man, even at that age. I was the one who was scared and didn’t understand. I’m the one who used the expectations society had placed on me to push him away instead of waiting for him like I should have.

He had done all that he could to make a place for me, and I ran away scared. Scared to love again and scared to be loved again, by the right person. Am I truly this hopeless and pitiful of a person?

A soft voice, barely above a whisper, greeted my ears.

“Good morning, Nene-san. Are your eyes open, yet?”

They were. Before them was the most lovely sight I could imagine. The restful face of a woman just a couple of years younger who I realized I had feelings for. A woman, not my lover Ukemi who I spent six years with and couldn’t feel for her in all that time what I now do with… his wife.

I responded in an equally audible whisper, “Yes.”

“Isn’t my wife lovely?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like to kiss her right now?”

“Yes!”

I had said that last part without thinking about where I was, caught up in the moment. I felt a momentary panic.

I had already kissed her. I had done it yesterday, though nothing like I had done with Ukemi. It was just a one-sided affection on my part. A treasure I wanted to keep with me forever… the photograph on the ferris wheel. Just thinking about it now made my body temperature rise.

“Ah, Shota…. I’m So–”

His hand quickly moved from resting on my breast to covering my mouth. Again his spoke with a whisper into my ear.

“Shhh… Nene-san. How about today, you wake my sleeping beauty up with a kiss?” he said to me casually, as if it wasn’t a huge deal, “It’s rare that Mayuri is still in our bed this late in the morning. I know she does so much for me that I can’t be selfish and ask her to delay all that she does just so I can be selfish and keep her here to myself. Right now I want more than anything to take those sweet lips of hers for myself. But, I want you to understand how welcome you are here. However much you see yourself as a burden, that you aren’t bothering us by being here. To that end, I want to let you share the most treasured moment I look forward to with my wife. The moment I can kiss her awake.”

His hand slowly removed itself from my mouth and the side of his finger caressed my cheek as he returned his hand to my waist.

“Yes, you can even fall in love with her if you wish. Your feelings are as clear as day when you are around her. I’m sure she’ll accept your feelings, too, but I can’t guarantee what she can return to you.”

“I know. I always fall in love with the wrong people. I’m cursed!”

“Then what’s the best way to break a curse, but with a kiss?”

“But she’s your wife!”

“At one point, so were you. Right now, in this moment, she’s our wife. Do you really want to remain afraid and miss your chance to have such a wonderful moment slip through your fingers?”

“You… won’t hate me?”

“Neither of us will, Nene-san.”

I rolled a tiny bit forward and brought my face before hers. How many times had I been this close to Ukemi and felt nothing as terrifying as this feeling I have right now?

I have permission.

I am allowed to find satisfaction in this moment.

My lips gently press against hers, and I close my eyes. In my mind’s eye I see the two of us happy together.

I see us in the early hours of the morning, while the coffee brews, I place my arms around her and hold her preciously. She leans her head back and to the side, exposing her neck for me to kiss, something she looks forward to in the morning as much as I do.

Afterwards, I help her make breakfast, and see the children off to school when it becomes only us left to watch the house. We take a moment to watch some television, leaning against each other warmly before we get started on our routines.

I’m in my garden having worked up a sweat caring for my lovely flowers, and the most beautiful one of all brings me a cool towel and a cold beer from inside. I find the most beautiful flower in bloom and pluck it carefully, turning around and sliding the stem into her hair, making her more beautiful, if such a thing is even possible, for she’s already a perfect existence to me.

She is so lovely, wrapping her arms around me in a fulfilling hug before lifting my chin up to kiss my nose, then my lips. My body trembles because of how much I want her to do that.

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Later in the afternoon, we talk about nothing, only enjoying fun we have as each other’s company. Maybe we do something fun like take a Ladies’ Day or maybe we just braid each other’s hair for fun. There is plenty of touch between us, sensual and soothing. My heart races for these moments with her.

When the children come home from school, we dote on them. Even though Shota is there and she belongs to him, he doesn’t mind. He will hug me as affectionately as he will her. She will often join us and all the worries I ever had simply fly away.

At night, perhaps by luck, Shota desired to be with Chigusa alone. At that time Mayuri entered my room. My daughter is learning about love with her boyfriend so she isn’t present. It’s only us. Mayuri and I gently caress each other's bodies… then we ready ourselves to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

It’s a perfect day.

It ends with a kiss. Our lips pressed together at first, then our mouths opened slightly to capture them further. Mayuri’s fingers glide through my hair, the stimulation from her fingernails and fingertips running across my scalp turn me on so much. Our mouths open wider and our kiss slowly increases in passion and intensity until we begin to drown in each other’s sensual touch.

Then my eyes open and I return to the real world.

But it’s no less a wonderful place. I'm still in the middle of a kiss with her. A true kiss, as her tongue pushes against my own, the wild and dominating side of her conveying a message that she’s the one in charge here.

I’m their plaything.

I’m the one starving for their affection.

Shota’s hand caresses my side and down my leg, around to my butt. Slow and firm is his hand, protective of me. Mayuri’s own hand is between my legs and cupping gently the place I had long forgotten could generate such pleasure.

Then as if the bell struck midnight, the magic begins to fade away.

It must, of course.

All good things must eventually end.

But I’m satisfied right now. My heart is full to bursting, and I’m drunk on happiness.

“Good morning to you, Nene.” She says to me with a loving smile on her face.

“Yes, it really is.” I answered with all of my heart, “Can… we stay like this for just a little while longer?” I beg.

“Sure we can, Nene-san. Are you okay with that, Mayuri.”

“Mm, I suppose just a little while longer is fine.”

Shota’s body pushed me forward into Mayuri’s and he gently caressed my rear, while she carefully slid her fingers over the place which had become flooded with sexual desire.

How long had it truly been since my body wanted this?

But it would remain a want.

It would be enough for now.

It had to be.

I let my face rest on her chest while I kissed the top of her breasts. Mayuri giggled and called me a naughty child. Shota also gave me a kiss on my neck, to which he received a jealous scolding by Mayuri.

I laughed.

I laughed from deep inside of myself.

I cackled and giggled with such glee.

And then with one last fierce hug, I was pressed between those two, before we all decided it had been enough.

“We’ll see you downstairs in a little bit, Nene. I have a little problem right now that only my wife can solve.”

Of course I understood. I had felt that inhuman thing poking into me nearly the entire time!

“Nene, can you start the coffee for us, it won’t take long.”

“Sure. Thank you both for making me feel welcome here.”

I left the room to those two lovers. My new family, who uplifted me so much after my latest separation. When I got downstairs and saw my phone charging next to the coffeemaker, there was a message from Ukemi.

「I’m sorry. I miss you and am thinking only of you and the hopes that you can forgive me again. Love you so much, Ukemi.」

I stared at the message, and left it on read.

Love?

I have that now at long last, Ukemi.

At long last.

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