Chapter 90: -25- It’s Just…

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

 

Normally, there is an order to things when it comes to foreplay. Getting your partner in a relaxed state, reassuring them that you’re into it, into them, and being reassured the same feelings are on their end. It’s the things like that which build intimacy of the act, rather than just jumping right into it, like my ex-husband was always trying to do.

Aside from being used, did he ever try to make me wet? Did he ever try to touch me softly in order to get me into the mood before he jammed it in? It’s been a long time, and my painful memories, though faded, are still there. Among those memories was one thing I was certain about… He hadn’t. Not once. Ever.

Shota, on the other hand, was not forceful at all. He was strong, yet conscientious. His lips kissed the top of my body gently, his hands waited for my non-verbal cues to allow him to proceed, he refrained from rushing to the endgame right at the beginning, and, even went with the flow when his wife, my sweet wretched Mayuri, sought to corrupt him as I did tonight.

The masculine and lightly calloused fingers which came from his chosen profession spread and tread through my folds, and reminded me how much of a woman I still was when they slid inside my no-man’s land. The Shota of my past marriage was only a boy, but this one was anything but.

And right now, I watched as the woman who made that place between my legs ripe with desire was giving a superb fellatio to the man I foolishly left as a boy. I… was jealous. Because I wanted to do that. I wanted to be filled with Shota just as much as Mayuri did!

However, since that side is currently busy, I decided to have a little fun on this side. Lowering my body into the warm bath, caressing Mayuri’s healthy thighs and parting the waters with them, my face moved towards her housewife’s delight, and I slowly began using what I had learned from my years spent with Ukemi.

She tasted delicious.

Not like a fine wine, or a prime cut of beef at a fancy restaurant.

No, Mayuri was like a salty okashi to go with an ice cold beer. A simple pleasure to be enjoyed in life, without the need to go overboard. In Shota’s care, as his wife, he was well off enough to give someone like her, who lived on a tight budget, room to soar. She’d never say it, she felt guilty when she did it, but just being able to spend a little bit of his money, when all she did was just make him three meals a day, and lie on her back, made her giddy.

It made her happy.

She wasn’t by any means a gold-digger, she had just been someone who went without more than she went with. And now, she was having the best of both worlds. Love and attention, acceptance of self from her good-natured husband, and careful cunnilingus from her same-sex companion.

Because that’s what Shota wanted, for the both of us.

He had to know the difficulties of having a woman twice his age as his wife, and how there were just things a young man like him couldn’t relate to her on. But with me there, Mayuri, who was as neglected by her husband as I was beaten by my own, she could have a modicum of happiness. We could talk about the old days, days we both lived through at the same time, milestones in our lives, having sisters, raising daughters… And loving Shota.

Mayuri, unable to complain with her mouth full of Shota, simply bent her knees and trapped me with the back of her legs, letting me know she wasn’t going to escape, nor did she want me to reconsider what I was doing. My tongue parted her hairy ocean, and dove deep into her trench. My hands caressed her thighs, and went upwards to her stomach to slide and scratch playfully around while my neck bobbed and my mouth got sloppy all over her juicy cunt.

Never once with Ukemi did I have this sort of desire.

I wanted to do this with Mayuri. I wanted her to fall to the extacy only another woman could give her, and I wanted to do it together with Shota. I… wanted him to see this side of me. The side that desired a woman, the side that made my betrayal to him somehow not the cruel lie that it was.

Mayuri had stopped her obscene fellatio for a moment to moan for Shota. It wasn’t for me yet, she just wanted to show him herself now. The Mayuri she had been holding back. Not the calm older woman, but the depraved beast inside. The face only a husband is allowed to see on his wife.

The face perhaps, that she may not even have fully shown Daigo.

“Mmmh~ Shota~ She’s licking meee~~ ufufufu~”

My eyes were free to see what those two were up to, and Shota had knelt down in the water just to stare at her eyes now, the two of them sharing in her pleasure.

“How is it, Mayuri?”

“She’s, nh, good~ AAhhh~ I wonder… if I can… mmh… do it to her as well as she is to me.”

“I’m sure you can if you try.”

Mayuri was using Shota to psych herself up, not that she needed much of it, this gloriously thick bitch, whether floating in the bath or sunk into a bed, was anything but a dead fish. Her puffy pussy was already trying to grind on my face, her legs closing tighter around me for the support needed to do so.

But she was at my mercy, I didn’t want to give her any illusions that she was in control. I would be setting the stage for later starting from here. As she moaned mere centimeters from Shota’s face as the beginnings of her first orgasm sent the rush of adrenaline and dopamine rushing into her bloodstream straight to her brain, she began to gush for me. Her body quaked and both Shota and I had to support her from underneath before she sank.

“Ufufufufu~ fufufu~ Your ex-wife made me cum, Shota~ Jealous?”

“A little, but, I have something she doesn’t have that can do the same.”

“Fufufu~ You hear that, Nene. Shota says he’s got something you don’t have that can do the same~ Shall… we find out what it is? I think I have an idea, but why don’t you show her, dear husband… exactly what you mean.”

Shota and Mayuri shared an intense gaze with each other before he stood up and waded over to me. What he had that could do the same, was something I most certainly didn’t come equipped with for pleasuring a woman. However, it’s not like I’ve never gotten pleasure from one either. Standing erect over Mayuri’s naked body, was Shota’s masterpiece.

A thick, fat, cock.

At first I reached up for it, hesitantly. This was a thing that, from time to time, brought more woe than comfort to me, and I don’t mean Shota’s in particular. I know, with Shota, he wouldn’t let that happen. It… had been almost a decade since my last one. Do I even remember how to do it?

My hand carefully took hold of it, gently stroking it from the base to the glans, it was bigger than the one I remembered when he was younger, and it was bigger than the one which had given me Kumi.

Mayuri, the sneak, had retracted the leg wrapped around me which separated Shota and I, and put it around his legs, forcing him to get closer to me, forcing that thing right near my lips.

I’m…

I’m a healthy woman.

My heterosexual sex life may have been non-existant for almost a decade, however, at least for today, knowing I’d be safe… with Shota, I had to leave no regrets behind. This was my only chance to do so.

Leaning forward, my lips placed themselves on his swollen head, and I let my lips fall down the length of his girthy shaft, then I stuck out my tongue, licking upwards as erotically as I could, sincerely wanting Shota inside of me, if only once.

“Nene…”

“It’s time, Shota. Time to see what a splendid man you became…”

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My mouth, lips upon glans, let themselves be breached by the tip of his cock. My jaw slacked, my mouth opened, my teeth raised, and my tongue unfurled, all to take the one most important to me, forbidden to me back then, inside of me now.

I don’t dream that I would be able to deliver as enjoyable an experience to him as Mayuri, but, I am doing this with years of sincerity behind it. This is my proof to him that because of all he did, that I’m not terrified anymore.

Because it was Shota, I wasn’t afraid.

His warm meat was inside of my mouth, and I hadn’t forgotten after all. My lips wrapped around it, my tongue invited it to play, swooshing underneath it, my tongue dancing over the mushroom headed tip, my neck rocking back and forth, as my mouth stimulated what the thing between my legs desired.

“Ufufufu~”

Mayuri was watching.

“I think I’ll have some fun too~”

She waded over behind Shota and while I couldn’t see, Shota’s cock suddenly jolted forward into my mouth and almost causing me to gag, had let me know exactly what this kinky bitch was doing. Shota was receiving a different kind of oral attack, and well, what did he expect? There’s two very turned on old ladies here who want to have fun with him tonight!

It didn’t take long for Shota’s hands to grab onto my head.

“Sh… Nene… I’m about to…!”

The stimulation was too much, perhaps. My mouth was soon flooded with Shota’s seed. Salty spurts assailed my tongue, coating my mouth and throat. I still had the skill to hold my breath at the right moment so it wouldn’t just go down unexpectedly. And even with a mouthful, I didn’t want to stop so soon, so poor Shota had to endure this hungry ex-wife.

“Neh-Nene!”

kukukuku~

I won’t make him suffer too much. After all, this was just the first round. Keeping as much of Shota inside my mouth as possible, I left him as clean as I could. Mayuri had come over and finished cleaning him off, then looked at me, knowing damn well I hadn’t swallowed yet. She was soon next to me, and we shared a Shota-infused kiss with each other. Mayuri also began to open up to touching my body properly, now, and I encouraged her to continue doing so.

Afterwards, Shota rested his back against the marble division of the tub, I was sitting in his lap, and Mayuri was next to me, staring at the water.

“Are you okay, Mayuri?”

“Huh? Y-yeah. The next part is my turn, isn’t it?”

“You don’t have to rush into it.”

She shook her head.

“I… want to. I’m just a little unsure…”

“I have a fun idea then. How about while you’re between my legs, Shota is between yours?”

“Um, can I have a minute here to recover?” Shota quietly complained.

“Alright then, Shota, go grab us some beers, we’ll continue after that.”

Shota got up out of the water, grabbing a towel to dry off just a little before leaving the bathroom to go to the refrigerator. It was just Mayuri and I for a moment, and she rested her head on my smaller chest.

“Are you sure it’s okay to continue, Mayuri?” I asked her.

“Yeah. I’m still a little nervous. Is it strange that I’m more comfortable letting him put it inside of you, than I am when it comes to diving between your legs?”

“Chickening out?”

“That’s what the beer is for. It seems I can’t do anything courageous without it.”

“Mayuri, this won’t change anything between us, except maybe make us both a bit friskier with each other.”

“Nene, I like… what we have.”

“I do too. It’s a pity we didn’t meet sooner.”

“So you could steal me away from my ex?”

“No. It’s just…”

“Yeah. It’s just… isn’t it?”

I scooted over and sat on Mayuri’s lap, letting her wrap her arms around me. Her breasts, which pressed into my back, were soft, and I felt relaxed leaning against them.

The thing about what we had, that was just…

What we didn’t need to put into words…

Was that it was just fine the way it was between us.

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