Chapter 88: -23- Bathing Preparations

 

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

 

 

It should have been a kiss riddled with guilt and feelings of betrayal. Actually, that’s exactly what it was. The guilt I felt however wasn’t for my wife or Chigusa, it was for taking advantage of Nene who had come to my parent’s home to stay after suffering half a decade of domestic violence from her husband, which made it incredibly difficult to be around men, forget about trusting them. I had selfishly felt that I couldn’t let her remain so vulnerable, weak, frail, unprotected. She had a daughter to raise and she had pretty much shut down as a person. I didn’t think that as a child I really could have done anything significant, but I always watched my dad treat my mother right. There was hardly any yelling between them, so the very concept of my father ever raising a hand to my mother was, to me, inconceivable. Just because there was a significant age barrier between us didn’t dissuade me from wanting to show her that there was someone, me, a man, who could love her, treat her right, and could be trusted. I forced the relationship between us to happen, and I truly, truly, loved Nene, my sweet, sad, lonely, heartbroken wife.

The betrayal I felt which accompanied this kiss, was that it only happened now. This wasn’t an on the lips kiss she forced herself to give me back then. When she left me to be with Ukemi-san, I can’t say that I was truly fine with it. My wife had been stolen. The wife I spent every day trying to heal, trying to help take the burden of being a single mother raising a daughter by showing her I could step in and be something like a father to Yumi-chan. That all I got for years of effort, besides being able to hold onto her at night in a bed as she cried from her nightmares, was a kiss, before she told me what we had… was impossible.

It wasn’t impossible, it was just that I wasn’t able to complete the task. I couldn’t make her trust me even after all I had done. While marriage would have been impossible, the age of consent would have allowed us to become lovers. I had already thought we were, and she was just being patient. If… mom or dad had anything to do with her departure, I never knew, and Nene had never told me. The betrayal was that Ukemi-san could give to her what I never really could. Nene wore a smile, a real smile, once more, and it wasn’t me who gave it to her. It was a woman, which… made me realize that there wouldn’t be a possibility to ever undo her fear of men. It was because I wasn’t a man, but a boy, that she could even tolerate me.

Only my father, who had an unbending, unbreaking, unbetrayable love for my mother, the same love that I’m sure Nene felt unfair about because she could see the true dedication, kindness, and loyalty he had to my mother every single day she was there… was tolerable to Nene. Sure there may have been other factors, like the feeling of having intruded so much for those few years she stayed with us, and that she had long overstayed her welcome, even though I know my mom was happy to have her sister stay with her. They may have been step-sisters, but I think they had a bond much closer than blood relations ever could ever have.

This kiss, which was long overdue, had happened now. Inside of this fancy bathroom on the twelfth floor of an overpriced hotel room, on Christmas Day, magic had happened. Santa Claus, who I never once believed in, had delivered me a long overdue present for all the good that I believed I had done as a child.

Chigusa was probably with Kurone, Mayuri-san was on the balcony enjoying a cigarette, alone with the amazing view, and I… after so very long apart from her, was kissing the first woman who ever stirred a feeling of love and protection in my heart. She may have been a little older now, but she remained no less beautiful to me. Even if our marriage wasn’t real, and simply a lesson from my father on how to treat a woman, how to take responsibility, even though I thought that my feelings of husbandly love for her were long since buried.

They weren’t.

Maybe it was Mayuri-san, maybe it was Chigusa, but something had put a chink in the armor of the perfect monogamous man I was supposed to be, that I believed I was supposed to be… but the hope that I really could, if even for one night, claim what should have rightfully been mine, just once!, I… faltered. I knew I faltered, and I knew there would be hell to pay for it later. But, that was later.

Right now, as our tongues twirled around each other, and my hands lowered down to cup her small but deliciously round bottom, I gave it a squeeze and pretended. Yes, I was pretending I wasn’t the trashiest piece of shit for doing this. Because, Nene was my wife. I… had earned this right, so long ago. It was just a delayed payment now, even my current wife understood it. Chigusa might understand it but be angry I did this with Nene and not Kurone. I was prepared for any fallout that might happen.

I believed I was prepared for any fallout that might happen.

Nene had reacted to my sudden movement to her posterior position by smiling as we kissed. She was even giggling a little bit, and that didn’t change even when my wife re-entered the bathroom with us, watching as I did this unconscionable thing with Nene.

“Ufufufu~ Shota-kun, do make sure you leave a little of that for me. It’s not fair if you aren’t willing to share.”

Even while she teased, Nene and I couldn’t separate our lips, nor my hand from her ass. I wanted to lift her up and have her put her legs around me. I wanted to pin her body to a wall and slide her panties aside, plunging deep into her treasure vault, because I had earned the right to. I had spent years recrafting the key to it, only to have her, and her vault up and vanish on me.

No longer!

Mayuri-san had joined us, and Nene, ever the betrayer, moved her lips, her sweet and sensual kisses from my own… to my wife’s. I wasn’t angry or disappointed, because both of them were smiling, as I’m sure I was as well right now. Mayuri-san is a terrible wife in doing this to me, knowingly instigating the immorality that was destined to happen tonight.

Forever ruining me as the good, monogamous family man my father had painstakingly raised me to be for all of my life.

Just as Nene betrayed my lips for my wife’s, my wife betrayed Nene’s lips for mine. And with my wife I had no reservations of any kind about what belonged to me, sealed with both of our stamps and filed away in a government office somewhere. Dressed as lovely as she was in the expensive cocktail dress I bought her, my hands eagerly pawing away at her gigantic breasts.

My hands, discovering they had competition securing my wife’s pair of obscenities…

The warmth of the deluxe bath was beginning to radiate over towards us, so both of my lovely wives, former and current, had asked for a little help with loosening the zippers on their back. They could have easily done it for each other, but that would have gone against whatever naughty plans these two had for me tonight, and the mood we were currently being swept away by.

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Mayuri-san’s was first, the fabric which had to prove its value to the yen by constraining her bodacious chest finally had a chance to exhale. Unzipping Nene’s dress came next. While she wasn’t as big and the fabric of her dress was far more cooperative to her body and chest than my wife’s was, once the zipper slid down, I soon found myself on the receiving end of the gazes of two hungry MILFs who knew exactly how much room they had left in their second stomachs for dessert.

Jacket, Tie, Dress Shirt, Belt, and the hook which secured my dress pants all came undone quickly with those older foxes moving their hands deftly over my body, almost racing to secure a certain prize found beneath all of the clothes. I was left only in my boxers and my dress pants on the floor around my ankles. Carefully removing and then folding them, to prevent future wrinkling, it was then my turn to slowly undress each of these MILF goddesses I would be fortunate enough to spend the rest of the evening and the night with.

It took a little bit of gentle tugging, but Mayuri-san was freed from her cocktail dress, only to reveal she was entirely prepared for the bedroom activity.

“You wore it?”

“It’s your favorite one, my love. I wanted to make sure you know that I planned to show you a good time tonight as well. Merry Christmas, Shota.”

“Merry Christmas, Mayuri.”

“Now, there’s one more present you still need to, ufufufu~, unwrap.”

And that present was, of course, Nene. It took far less effort to help Nene out of her cocktail dress, and my reward was to see her in something… white. Nene was like an angel dressed in it, and there was enough see-through fabric present for me to begin to lose my reason.

Without thinking, my hands, trembling, reached for her chest. Nene wasn’t by any means small-breasted, she was pleasantly full-chested in fact, but not enough to compare to Chigusa who couldn’t compare to her mother. Her breasts were a perfect fit for my hands, and I touched them. I rubbed them. I squeezed them. I… kissed them.

All I wanted.

And then Nene invited Mayuri to share in the affection. At first my wife seemed hesitant.

“Shota, perhaps… we should help Mayuri relax first, what do you think?”

Thinking was the domain of those who still had blood circulating in their skull, all of the blood I had was busy elsewhere right now. What happened next was rather instinctual. The sneaky, crafty, erotic woman I married went from a hunter to the hunted. Both Nene and I struck, with me fondling my wife, and Nene stealing her lips.

Slowly, slowly, we worked her body over. Nene showed me the difference quickly in how to arouse Mayuri. Years of experience with Ukemi-san, and being a woman herself, gave her a much larger advantage than me here, in that she knew how to sensually touch my wife. While I enjoyed my wife in her lingerie, Nene knew how to get her wanting to shed that obstruction rather quickly.

Two ripe and juicy oversized melons were extracted from the black undergarment, two pairs of lips found purchase on each ripe fruit independently, yet working in harmony to relax, my wife’s first time with a woman, and in a proper threesome.

Because Mayuri couldn’t do this with her daughter. Her instinct as a mother was far stronger than the immorality play she was willing to endure as a wife. But she didn’t resist. Nene took my hand without even looking and brought it down below with hers until the both of us were sliding and rubbing around my wife’s privates.

“Oh… oh god… mmmh…”

Mayuri needed to be the first victim tonight to fall, otherwise it would be extremely difficult to continue. Losing her panties, her breasts already spilled out, and vocalling enjoying both Nene and I expressing our desire for her, the teasing we had started, the wanting to continue we created in her body, was left on hold as a beep echoed in the room.

The bath was now heated, and ready to be entered.

The next step was for it all to come off from us three. I could always enjoy them putting it back on afterwards, but for now, I, Tachibana Shota, had a mission. I needed to make sure, with my own two hands, that these two dirty, filthy, needy, erotic, wives of mine, get clean.

How could I know that it was me who was about to be dragged down into the land of the unclean.

Older women… are terrifying!

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