Chapter 89: -24- Mayuri’s Fall

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

 

It felt nice. Both when Shota and Nene were touching me, kissing me, exploring me. It felt nice, it really did. But, this heated bath all three of us stepped into a moment ago felt good. Really damn good.

Maybe it’s because I’m halfway into my thirties, but there’s something about a nice heated bath that just seems to take all the worries away. I’ve shared the bathtub at home with both Shota and Nene, and I almost wish I could find a justifiable reason to have the bathroom remodeled into something like this, but I’m aware it’s impossible, nor do I want to waste my loving young husband’s hard earned money.

I just want to be selfish and enjoy this bath for another two… three days. Minimum. That would be enough to satisfy me. Oh, and plenty of sex with Shota. I like that part too. Mmmh, A hot bath dickdown! Mama hot on the outside, Mama hot on the inside.

Ufufufu~

As I leaned back for a bit, the only parts of me still above water being my face and my two grand flotation devices, I felt my muscles begin to relax and on either side of me were my loving husband, and his (fake) ex-wife, who, I rather enjoyed the companionship I had with.

Continuing where we left off before we got into the bath, Shota was observing how Nene caressed my body, and he was diligently trying to learn on the fly how it was done. Shota touched me well enough to my liking in our own bed–I had trained him to, after all, but there was something different with Nene’s touch. With my husband, I taught him where I liked to be touched. Nene was somehow able to find where I needed to be touched. Both of them were generous with their kissing as well.

In a surprising, confident move by my young husband, he waded around me to arrive behind Nene. Nene didn’t divert from her aim to have her way with my body, but the same could be said for him. He was pressing his body against Nene’s, wrapping her up in a hug every bit as warm as the water.

Maybe it was because I knew this was for one night only. That this was something those two needed to close the book on. I didn’t feel the jealousy I felt when Shota was making love to my daughter seeing his arms wrapped around his former wife. I wasn’t feeling the need to mark him as mine, to compete with the piece of me that I gave birth to all those years ago. The one that never listened to me, and was so rebellious. The one who found my husband first, and kindly, but stupidly abandoned him at the worst possible time.

No. Nene understood as well. Like me, she was a mother. Like me, she also understood what the purpose of this night was for Shota. But unlike me, who had no experience being with a woman in that kind of way, she was far more confident than I was. I had never thought of making love to a woman. I had been in a hotel room with Kanna-chan when I was much younger, when we both had lovers and, to save money, we shared a single bed where the both of us were fucked silly, while we held hands.

That was the extent of it though, until Nene-san came into my life. Shota’s aunt who wasn’t even blood related to him. She was like a breath of fresh air, to me who was the older party between my husband and daughter. While Shota encouraged me to just be myself, and to take it easy in our new life together, it was Nene who made me feel free to really be myself in it. I could have a person who listened to the problems that only another thirty-something like myself could truly commiserate with. Shota wasn’t a drinker, yet Nene could hammer back a few with me and we could really relate. Then there was the thing I couldn’t explain. Like how I didn’t hate that she liked me as a woman. Not as a friend, well, that too, she did like me as a friend, but she desired me as a woman, as someone she wanted to be her woman.

Now, I’m great at teasing other people, and being a tease myself. It’s been something I’ve been great at since I was in middle school and learned boys had no defense against a girl with huge tits. Plus I’m generally a happy person anyway, so it was only natural in my efforts that I would learn how to fluster both men and women, even though with women my interest has only ever been platonic.

But Nene has been slowly drawing something out of me, and together with my husband’s request to let Nene… rebound easily from the breakup with her former longtime same-sex lover Ukemi-san, and onto me, I’m not saying I’ve awakened to anything lesbian, or even to a bisexual nature, but there’s something there.

It’s there at the touch of her finger, the gentle stroke of her hand on my ass, my hips, when she kisses me on my neck after gently parting my hair to the side as I’m washing the dishes. It’s a connection. It’s even more than platonic, but I… don’t know what it is exactly. I can’t name it, I can’t define it, but it’s something I only have with her. When Nene touches me, I’m interested, somehow. There’s nothing like that with my best friend Kanna-chan, even though she made the attempt to use me not too long ago to ascertain her sexuality.

Looking up from the water at Nene, and Shota who is behind her, gently caressing her stomach with both hands, laying his warm and tender kisses along the length of her shoulder, Nene looking so… Alive. I decided that moment was what I needed to take the step the both of them were waiting for.

Cresting the water, my hand took hold of one of Nene’s and I moved it lower. Lower past the grassy plain and to the secret garden… well, not so secret… I am thirty-six after all, to move this strangely enjoyable encounter along.

“Shota, you too, okay?” I said to my sweet husband.

As Nene’s hand began to touch me, I let myself go. Everything but my vision, as I watched Shota’s hand follow suit, reaching lower down the body of the woman he was embracing from behind. Travelling down her royal road to something he needed from her, that only I could allow him to have, and only for tonight. It was the same thing I would be getting as well from Nene.

And that was, an answer.

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Though I was married, happily, to Shota, I… was still dealing with some leftover emotions I didn’t know how to sort out. Leftover from the way I separated from my ex, Watanabe Daigo, and leftover from twenty years spent wondering what about, in that time, was right, and what was so very wrong.

Because I’m great at denial. I deny easily that I’m an alcoholic, that I wasn’t good enough to be that scumbag’s wife, that… I even failed miserably as a mother not knowing what was going on in my own household, and what my dear Chigusa was likely far more aware of than I.

Nene was gentle at first. She knew how to caress me, tease me, want me to grab her fingers and pull them exactly where I wanted her to touch already! But I had to endure. I had to let go, and let her guide me, because I was a stranger here. This wasn’t the bathtub where I was joking around with her.

Nene was trying to please me as a woman, and I couldn’t treat that as a joke.

I had never taken my eyes off of the two of them, and Nene didn’t even need to look at her fingers or my body to know where to touch me. Both Shota and her were returning my gaze, and from my lips, a darkly honest desire poured out.

“Put… it in.”

I… said that to Shota. I wanted to see him slide his fingers inside of Nene. It was as immoral a thought as a loving wife should have, and Nene answered it before he did. Two slender fingers entered inside of me. They knew exactly where to go without needing direction. I let out an agitated moan. It wasn’t because it was immediately pleasurable, but because it was something wanted. My body involuntarily reacted to wanting it, and the result was my unsightly moan.

I felt like a whore. More of one than I ever was in my youth, of course. I had shown this ugly, depraved voice to my husband, but he was joining me in the abyss of sin right now as well. From the front, Nene’s treasure vault was being obstructed by his hard-working, manly hands. He was using his fingers to try and pick a lock it wasn’t meant to. No, he had a special key for that. It was the same key I had been enjoying piercing my lock for the last five months. The same one which also opened my daughter’s treasure house and in taking something priceless from it, left something of immeasurable value behind in it as well.

“How are you feeling, Mayuri?” With care and concern, Shota asked.

“Mmh, I want you both right now.”

“Where do you want us?”

“I want Nene to keep doing what she’s doing… but I want you here.” I pointed to my face.

Shota was heavy in the cock right now, he removed his fingers from within Nene and waded over to me. I grabbed the hand that was just inside of her and began to suck on both of his fingers like a nasty woman. I salivated all over them, cleaning them off with my tongue and being unabashedly crude while doing it. Then I beckoned him to kiss me, following a good amount of tongue, I grabbed his package and began to suck on it, my cheek only partly sunk into the water as I remained afloat.

This was my first threesome, thirty-six years into my life, and it felt great. Stuffed at one end by my loving husband, who I’ve done considerably horrible things to by pushing my daughter onto him. And stuffed at the other end by a companion I never knew I needed so much in my life.

I let myself go, and be taken, stolen completely by these two, because they were the only ones that could. They were the only ones who I trusted enough to do this, who I trusted enough to see the real me deep inside.

Nene wasn’t just inside me, rubbing all the right places with her fingers, she was also kissing and licking my stomach.  Shota was clutching onto and squeezing one of my breasts as I gave him one of the sloppiest, dirtiest blowjobs of my life, let alone his!

I was falling into depravity.

And I never wanted it to end.

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