Chapter 91: -26- Shota’s Fall

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

 

It’s a pity that I don’t drink alcohol, I could probably benefit from some right now…

As I let that thought fill my mind for the moment, when Mayuri sent me out to get her a beer so she could gather enough courage for whatever those two had planned, I found that between the warmth of the bath, and the coldness of the can of beer I was now holding in my hand, placing it against my forehead and cheeks was doing wonders for my state of mind.

I should have probably cooled down that other part of me with the can as well, but there was no point to it. I was pretty much raring to go again, and I wanted a moment to myself to digest what just occurred in the spacious and fancy hotel bathroom.

Nene… gave me a blowjob. I mean, yeah, Mayuri gave me one as well moments earlier, but… I’ve received her blowjob before. Nene’s, on the other hand, was something I’d only ever dreamed about when I finally hit puberty. I don’t want to compare the techniques of my wife and my (fake) ex-wife, but Nene’s… felt honest.

I felt like she put her heart into it, knowing she might not be as capable as Mayuri, whose I had been more than fortunate to be on the receiving end of, many times. But it was like… she had wanted to do it. And it was nice. It was nice and then Mayuri, being who she is, licked my asshole. I can’t say I enjoyed that part, but it was surprisingly stimulating, and that killed my ability to focus. That lack of focus then resulted in me giving her a mouthful of my cum.

She treated me to one hell of a show with it afterwards.

And still there was no guilt.

I needed to get my head straight, because this… was unexpected. I… was looking forward to this. Me! I know… I did my best to bury my old feelings, and even now I’m not in any way shape or form looking to take Nene as another lover, but I… also want this night to happen. I want, just once, to be with her as a husband and a wife.

I shouldn’t. Every part of my mind is screaming at me, asking me why I’m being such a fool, but… it’s not my mind I’m listening to right now. It’s my heart, and the vein that goes from it and right to my cock. I want… not to have sex with Nene. But to make love to her.

I wanted only to prove to her that it could have been me. That I could have been the one to take care of her, and not Ukemi. That i was more than enough even when I was a kid, even though we both know that was untrue.

I know if Nene wouldn’t have left, I wouldn’t have had all the grief I needed, coupled with my parents’ death, in order to write my first story. All these things needed to happen, otherwise I wouldn’t nearly be as well off as I am right now.

After tonight, I will end up going on a trip with Mayuri and Chigusa to visit their family in Sapporo. Nene will stay at the house, probably with Kumi-chan, and maybe even Raita might stay the night. Kumi-chan is old enough to take care of herself in matters of the heart, and I’m just glad that she’s not caught up in this craziness right now. I don’t enjoy thinking that even for one night, philandering is fine, but at the same time, it’s closure for me and Nene, and for Mayuri, perhaps a bit of experimental fun.

Trading out the can of beer I had used to cool my face off with, I returned it back to the fridge and grabbed two different colder ones, bringing them back to the two women in the spacious bath, who can handle the heat far better than I can.

I found Mayuri resting on Nene’s chest. Handing each of them a beer, I found both of these women wanting to sit on my lap, so with my arms wrapped around the both of them as they drank, it felt like the calm before the storm.

Until Mayuri reached the end of her beer and wanted some validation.

Nene slid off of my lap, letting Mayuri climb on top of me, taking me inside of her as she did. The can of beer she was drinking from was placed on the marble partition I was leaning against, her arms thrown around my neck completely.

“This is me letting you know that it’s okay, Shota.”

“And what, exactly, are you letting me know is okay, my lovely wife?”

“Ufufufu~ Why, doing this kind of thing with your cute ex-wife tonight,” Mayuri pushed her hips forward, grinding on my re-energized cock. “Isn’t that right, Nene?”

Nene climbed on behind Mayuri, her hands wrapping around my wife’s body, cupping her breasts as she jiggled those large pudding-soft puppies right in front of my eyes. I pumped as deeply as I could into Mayuri, who was from the very start doing her best to wrap tightly around my rod, letting me know at each step that she was going first, and giving me permission to go second.

As my wife, that’s entirely her prerogative.

“Shota, you’re going to take care of me afterwards, right?”

“You know I will, Mayuri.”

“Then, shall we go shower off first and head to that comfortably spacious bed?”

By showering off, Mayuri meant heading to the hallway which was hidden behind the main bathing area towards the back of the spacious bath. There was an incline, and in the wide hallway, there were a number of showerheads as well as some hair care products there. This room was western in design, and catered to foreign bathing habits more than Japanese ones. Mostly, we were here to cool our bodies down just a bit.

As I was standing up, Nene had decided to enjoy pressing herself against my body while Mayuri turned on a couple of showerheads, spraying us all down with much cooler water, but still warm water.

“Your body is so… young. Don’t you feel immoral at all for robbing my sister’s cradle, Mayuri?”

“Ufufufu~ Not in the slightest.”

“Ne~ Shota, are you strong enough to lift me?” Nene asked.

“Probably? Why?”

“Catch.”

Nene put her arms around my head and jumped up, wrapping her legs around my upper thighs. I had to quickly reach down and scoop my hands under her round butt to make sure neither of us would slip or fall down from her sudden action. Still raring to go from being inside of Mayuri only a few moments ago, that part of me was now pressing into Nene’s most precious place.

“What are you doing, you old tramp? You’re almost forty!”

“Yes, but I’m not forty yet, so I can still behave just as shamelessly as you! Or were you waiting to do this yourself?”

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Nene, tightly locking her legs and arms around me, wiggled her front on my guy, teasing me with something I had desired for ages. With a wall just behind her, and warm misty water filling the hallway we were in, I pushed her back against the wall as I held on to her ass, letting my guy slide right into her open folds.

“Mayuri, how about a little help? It seems Shota’s stuck.”

Mayuri walked over, seeing that the head of my cock was snagged at the top where her folds met. She kissed me at the same time she reached down between us and pulled my thing down so that it was aimed at Nene’s entrance, then she swapped from my lips to hers as it happened.

 

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

 

Shota, the boy I loved, but couldn’t make love to. Shota, the man I still loved, perhaps, the only man I would ever love, was finally inside of me. I was wet and horny, and to find that Shota’s manhood was far more than anything I’d ever encountered sent a strange sensation through my body.

It’s not that I hadn’t pleasured myself with a toy every now and then, but the real deal, the real thick, heavy, angry, living piece of masculinity which belonged to Shota widened my petals and sought to take root inside of me, burying deep into my pussy, stretching it out so that it was like a vacuum, sealed around his cock for one purpose alone.

Breeding.

It’s not that there wasn’t a feeling of love, it was there. But there was a primal attraction which existed for me now that hadn’t before. Shota was a well endowed man now, his body was firm and steady, he was able to support all of this fucked up and damaged woman known as Okazaki Nene, and right now, I wanted him to churn my guts up. I…

I trusted him above all else, entirely.

Shota was pumping in and out of me, Mayuri was kissing me deeply, and playing with my nipples, Shota’s hands were squeezing both of my ass cheeks nice and hard, and I was getting assailed from every hole that wasn’t my chrysanthemum.

And I too, was ready to fall.

No.

I had fallen long ago. Back when a little boy put a ring that would never fit on my finger and promised to take care of me and my daughter.

I was a fool.

I’ve always been a fool.

My sister found a good man, and even had one with her husband that would have been unfailingly loving and supportive of me. And I remained a stubborn fool, caring what people thought of me, depriving my daughter of a good man to be there for her as a responsible, brotherly-fatherly type.

I fucked up.

And now, I’m purposely hurting my sweet and kind and noble and caring and loving Shota, by stealing another piece of his innocence, his identity, his truth. All because I let there be regret between us. That I didn’t, upon my parting, do this back then, even once.

So, as I felt the vivid sensation of his smooth ridged glans expand and scrape my inner walls, as his penis thrusted and rubbed upwards, over and over against the underside of my labia, as the stimulation of the first man I’d had in far too long filled me, I…

I peed.

I was really anxious about it all happening tonight, even if I put on a brave front. Having Shota and Mayuri here, sharing this important moment with me, fixing one regret with two more, I surrendered to the moment. I surrendered my body completely, and I guess, I surrendered my bladder somewhere along the way.

Maybe, it was something else.

Perhaps I was marking him. Like a bitch in heat, I was marking him with as much of myself as possible, because I knew. I knew when the night was over, when the morning came and it was time to check out, just like Cinderella at midnight, the dream, the grand ball, prince charming, all of it would end, and I would go back…

Back to the frail, traumatized, failure of a single mother that I was. The trash of an aunt and a thrice failed wife if Ukemi is to be counted, the one who lived half of her life cautious, nervous, trepidatious, and jaded, afraid to truly trust in the one good thing which came my way, which sought me out, and did so with only honesty in his heart.

NO.

With all I was worth, I gyrate my hips with Shota inside of me, I hold tightly onto Shota, and I beg my womb to descend far enough to show Shota the sincerity that was long overdue to him. Falling into the heterosexual pleasure of being made a woman, in spite of swapping spit and tongue dancing with his wife as he thrust deeper and deeper inside of me until there just wasn’t any further he could go, I broke off from Mayuri’s kiss for a moment, only to scream one thing at Shota before having my lips captured again by that teasingly sneaky fox wife of his.

“Don’t you dare pull out, or I’ll never forgive you!”

Any regrets can come after we check out of the hotel tomorrow.

Not tonight.

 

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