Chapter 92: -27- Sixty-Nine Plus One

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

 

There is hardly a pleasure more satisfying to a woman than being cummed inside of by the man she loves. That’s not to say it’s a feeling exclusive to men, I just never experienced the equivalent with Ukemi. Right now, after Shota, aggressively but non-violently pinned me against the wall, and my body desperately clung to his youthful body, I was at last filled by him.

“NENE!!!”

I felt it all happen at once. I felt my cervix drop so that just the very tip of it touched Shota directly. I felt the passage to my womb dilate ever so slightly, I felt the semen he shot coat the inner walls of the passageway to my uterus, and I felt a bundle of eggs, probably nearing the last of them at this stage of my life, discharge from my ovaries and begin their decent down my fallopian tubes.

It was perhaps my body’s last heterosexual desire manifested.

If nothing came of it, then it was fine, but there was no doubt in my mind that there wasn’t any finer seed this old woman’s body of mine would ever have the chance to obtain that would be better than his in this moment, the last before Shota, too, fell to our corruption.

I remained pinned against the wall, Shota was resting his head on my neck, and Mayuri was wrapping us both in a hug. I could feel him still going, the sense of his penis swelling tightly for a moment while another drop of his cum painted my insides.

“Shota, I love you.” I said to him, it was late, but today it could afford to be, because today it could only be said with honesty.

“Nene…” The voice that came out from Shota was weak.

“It’s okay, Shota,” I consoled him. “Mayuri…?”

“You can say it, Shota.” She said to him as she pulled us both into a tighter hug. But he couldn’t say it just then. Instead, Shota just sobbed for a few moments, remaining plugged inside of me. I couldn’t even feel his tears since they were as warm as the misty water from the showerheads which were spraying all around us.

But I knew, just as Mayuri did, that it wasn’t his accepting Chigusa back into his life as a lover that caused him to fall from grace as an honorable monogamous man, it was me. Shota, now facing the mandatory cooling off period which biology forces on a man after intercourse, rebelled as best he could against it for some reason. I could feel him struggling inside of me to stay hard, but he was unable to fight the flaccid following, and try as he might, he slipped out of me at the end.

Mayuri, finally bolstered by the extra beer perhaps, or maybe the stars aligning properly for this one moment, got on her knees after Shota set me down gently. Her face, my pussy full of Shota’s seed, her lips kissing my petals, hesitant at first… then courageous.

Shota was free, though looking rough right now, as if he was fighting some kind of mental battle, not even paying attention to his wife’s first voluntary sexual action initiated on her own.

I spread my arms to him, and as if it was the past opened up again, Shota rested his head between my breasts, and I held him carefully. His lips kissed all over, and my arms wrapped around the back of his head, protectively.

Not that I ever once could truly protect him, after all, I’m a no good woman who only used him for my own benefit. Even this night had an ulterior motive behind it. To break apart Shota and Mayuri. I was fine with him loving her daughter, Chigusa. There was no question he loved her deeply, and of her him, probably more so.

But guilt is a strange thing.

Sometimes when it comes it’s from a direction you can’t really see, and for me, it’s Mayuri herself. I wanted her. I wanted her free to be loved by me, to be my lifelong companion because I saw in her camaraderie, I saw a woman as twisted by men, who slogged through the undeserving shit life had poured into her path, and who was dirtied by it as much as I was.

With Shota kissing my breasts, and Mayuri’s novice pussy eating finishing bringing me to the orgasm Shota had done well enough in driving me to, I also was devoured, and like Shota and Mayuri, I too had fallen into depravity.

We entered a bath to get clean and have fun, and we exited it tainted, all three of us.

 

~~**~~

 

Laying in the spacious bed, Shota was in the middle while I was on his left and Mayuri was on his right. We should have been wearing the lingerie for Shota’s enjoyment but he said he wanted to make the most of it, and asked us to remain naked. I agreed with Shota when it came to enjoying the most of it. I was already enjoying tonight so much, though the time right now was for us to rest a bit. Shota had gone all out in fucking me in the hallway shower and was now in a strange state.

“Haaaaah~”

Mayuri seemed to be going through something similar, not even going out onto the balcony to smoke again. I wasn’t sure what to say to either of them, that’s why I decided to just climb on top of Shota for a moment and hug him. It was a one-handed hug, since with my right arm, I reached out and draped it over Mayuri as well. My breasts, smaller than hers, but ones he didn’t discriminate against at all, pressed into his body. My head rested on his chest, looking towards Mayuri and listening to Shota’s heartbeat for a while.

“Nene? Um, was it really okay to have done that… to you?”

“Shota, I wanted it. I wanted you. Everything you did was perfectly fine with me, what Mayuri did too, and I’m sure we’re both hoping that wasn’t all we were going to be getting down to doing tonight.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Shota said.

“If you’re worrying about us not using protection, then don’t. They make a pill for situations like this. So, just enjoy us both to your heart’s content.” I told him anyway.

Mayuri took a long drag and reached up to squeeze one of my boobs. Then she let her fingers slowly trace down my stomach and towards my crotch.

“Shota, you want to go again with Nene, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry, Mayuri.” Shota apologized suddenly.

“Don’t apologize. There’s nothing to apologize for tonight. I also want to go again with Nene. I want to try that sixty-nine thing with her, so why don’t you enjoy taking her from behind while she’s on top?” She suggested.

“What about you, though?” he asked.

Mayuri giggled. “Shota, Nene is the present for the both of us, so wouldn’t it be rude not to appreciate it as much as possible?”

“But… what happens after?”

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“You mean after tomorrow comes and we check out?” Mayuri said.

“Yeah…”

“You go back to having Chigusa and I as your lovers.” She answered.

“And what about Nene?”

“Are you asking permission?” Mayuri spoke, a hint of teasing in her voice.

He shook his head. “No. That… would defeat the purpose of tonight. Of being married to you, and even accepting Chigusa…” he said softly, “but a door was opened tonight.”

“Yes, but the door that opened wasn’t meant for you, Shota. It was for me.” Mayuri answered him just as softly.

“Then, you’ll be intimate from now on with Nene?”

“Intimate? We’ve already been intimate, Shota, you could say from the very day you introduced her to me, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s going to be physical intimacy that I’m pursuing with her. But if I say I want Nene as something more than a friend, will you object to it?”

“Do I even have the right to object at this point?”

“Ufufufu~ Aren’t you my husband? Who else in the world has the right but you?”

“Then, something like physical intimacy… should it happen… would be for a… Ladies’ Day?” he asked, unsure of the new aspect which was forming, the thread, perhaps unintended, which now linked us all.

“Shota, I’m happy to get all my physical needs met by you. But Nene and I, we have something, platonic for sure, and physical… maybe not entirely sexual, but what we’ve been having all along. Just two old ladies with an interesting connection.”

Mayuri moved to the middle of the bed and then laid down so her heat was at the edge of the bed. She beckoned me over, and I was excited to climb on top of her, adjusting myself until I could feel her warm breath on my snatch.

“What are you waiting for, husband, there’s this fine specimen needing some more love and attention!” Mayuri, for good measure, gave my round ass a good hard slap, leaving a small red print behind, most likely for Shota to enjoy as much as I did.

That wasn’t DV, just a little foreplay from a sexy bitch.

I wiggled my ass for good measure, doing my best to tempt Shota into another round of sex. I wouldn’t mind it at all if he was a little rough with me either, because it was quite enjoyable to feel his youthful energy at work. I might be getting into my forties, but right now I felt as horny as I ever was as a highschooler.

Shota was soon off the bed and behind me, Mayuri’s Ufufufu~ echoing as I felt something pleasant entering me once more. Shota on the inside and Mayuri now attacking from the outside, I had my own interest right under my chin as well.

God it felt so good. My face buried in this hot and sexy woman, being plowed from behind, and having my lips spread while she explored me with her quite capable tongue!

Mmh, god don’t ever stop you two!

Caressing around her mature flower, I began by slowly and softly licking her outer folds, my tongue ever so softly teasing her inner lips as well. I thought maybe through this method, I could teach her something good. That eating pussy was about the whole sensation of being devoured slowly, meticulously. Being touched and rubbed all around the outside while every part of her became soaked and softened and sensitized.

A tricky thing to do when my mind was being constantly assaulted by moments of intense pleasure when Shota’s cock was scraping along just the right spot inside, and Mayuri going more for a quick victory instead of the slow and sensual detour.

I had to stop and yell at them both to calm down!

Thankfully they listened, and as I continued, the pace changed to long and slow strokes inside me from Shota, with Mayuri finally catching on to my hints at what I wanted her to do to me as well.

Now we were getting somewhere. Mayuri was completely loose now, so I could begin to twirl my tongue around her clit, something that made her automatically suck onto whichever part of me she happened to be licking or sucking until I was done tormenting her.

She tried to do the same, but Mayuri, baby, six years of eating Ukemi’s pussy puts me in a whole different skill bracket than you. Not to mention this is a pussy I want to please, one I want to make yield completely to my touch. You might be a bad matchup to Shota, but you’re just right for me!

The first proof of that came when Mayuri threw her arms around my waist, clenching her hands together and pulling my body down onto her face, hard.

“Shoooootaaaaa, give it toooo nnnnnhhh Neeeeeeeene… give it to her… goooooood~”

Mayuri, it’s not my fault that you can’t handle two fingers rubbing deep inside you while I pull on your clit between my lips as my tongue sucks on it like a lollipop. You’re just being cowardly asking your husband to help you out of this predicament that you wanted to try in the first place!

But first-cum goes to me, with Mayuri being the first one to lose in our threesome on the bed. Shota was also pawing at my buns, squeezing them, pulling them apart and exposing my shameful butthole as he went from his slow and deep strokes into ones that hammered home how much of a growth spurt he underwent.

“Ah, Nene… I’m…” Shota suddenly announced.

“MMMmhhhh!!!” I moaned as I felt it.

“GGGHHHHHh!!!” Shota roared.

I could feel him swelling up inside of me as he filled me up again with his precious liquid treasure. Between Mayuri and Shota’s last minute all-out attack on me, Shota and I came together. My face just plopped right into Mayuri’s pussy afterwards, and damned if I wasn’t going to keep going!

Mayuri seemed to have similar feelings on the matter, and I decided maybe I’d give her a little present for her hard work. A bit of Shota’s cum which I pushed out, oozing out of my vagina and viscously sliding downward along my labia, adding a taste she was familiar with to my pussy just so she didn’t think I was rude and didn’t know how to share.

ku ku ku~

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