【Danji Wife● Emiko】

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"President, may I leave early this afternoon?"

"Ms. Saito, is there something urgent?"

"Um, I feel like I have a slight fever..."

"That's a pity, you had perfect attendance this year..."

"President, I'm sorry..."

"It's alright... feeling unwell is a big deal..."

Saito Emiko started working at this electroplating factory five years ago.

For the past five years, she has come to the factory every day from the residential area near the industrial zone, without ever taking a day off.

As she is responsible for metal polishing, she is exposed to a large amount of solvents every day. Long-term exposure to toxic chemicals has damaged her

body, and today she is so unwell that she has difficulty even sitting at work.

On the way, Emiko bought some cold medicine at a pharmacy in a nearby shopping street and hurried home. Her house

is on the first floor of the first building at the entrance of a residential area with ten buildings standing side by side. Emiko unlocked the door, and in the narrow

entryway next to her husband's leather boots, was a pair of unfamiliar women's shoes.

"Ah...ah...ah...ee...ee...ee..."

"Hmm...hmm...hmm..."

Emiko wondered if she had misheard.

Last month, Emiko's husband was fired from his job, and he went out early this morning saying he was going to look for work.

Her husband said he would be back after noon, but now, from her home, she could clearly hear the moaning and groaning of a man and woman making love

.

Emiko carefully closed the door, making no sound, and tiptoed cautiously toward

the room from which the woman's panting was coming.

"Ah...so good...so good...darling..."

"Ah ah...a little deeper...faster...so big..."

After passing the kitchen was a four-and-a-half-tatami-sized Japanese-style room. Emiko carefully opened the paper door.

In the very tidy Japanese-style room, the back of a long-haired, naked woman jumped into her eyes.

The woman was sitting on her husband, who was sitting cross-legged, panting heavily, her sweaty long hair flying wildly in the air. From

Emiko's angle, she couldn't see her husband's face buried deep in the woman's chest. Outside, it was the dead of winter, but

the heat of sweat emanated from the two people embracing inside the room.

"Ahhh...faster...faster..."

"I...I'm...going to come..."

"Ahhh...no...don't ejaculate inside..."

"Mmm...mmm..."

Before ejaculating, the man pulled his penis from the woman's wet opening, his penis, glistening with her love juices,

standing proudly before him, and shoved it into her mouth.

"Swallow it...swallow it all!"

"Mmm...mmm..."

(...My husband has never done this to me before...)

The man tilted his head back, enjoying the pleasure of the woman cleaning his glans with her mouth after ejaculation.

Emiko watched her husband's face, filled with pleasure, and tears streamed down her face unknowingly...

(...How...how could this happen...)

Emiko married Daisuke against her family's wishes when she was 20. The young couple endured the coldness of human relationships,

working tirelessly to earn money so they could buy a house for themselves as soon as possible. No matter how bitter life was, Emiko could endure it all. As long as

they could depend on each other, that was happiness. But she never expected that the heartless man would completely deny her hopes for marriage.

Emiko wiped away her tears, gritted her teeth, and pulled open the sliding door.

"Ah!"

Daisuke was so surprised he couldn't close his mouth, his whole body stiffened, his eyes almost popping out.

"Ah!"

Emiko's bleeding eyes stared at the naked woman, who was desperately trying to crawl behind her husband

. It was actually her cousin, Keiko, the only one who had ever sympathized with her in all these years...

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?" Emiko cried out in anguish.

"No... Emiko... it's not what you think..." Daisuke shouted.

"I'm sorry... Emiko... I'm sorry..." Keiko cried and kowtowed desperately.

Emiko couldn't control her tears, and the four-and-a-half-tatami room filled with the stench of their debauchery seemed

to crumble .

"Why... why..."

"Emiko, don't do this!" Daisuke, regaining his senses, jumped up and pulled on his underwear, struggling to get closer to try and pull

Emiko back

.

Seeing her closest confidante, Keiko, naked in her bedroom, Emiko was overwhelmed by a profound sense of betrayal, plunging her into

a deep abyss of sorrow.

"Don't touch me!" Emiko fiercely slapped away Daisuke's hand that was on her shoulder.

"Let's talk this out... don't do this..."

"..."

Emiko abandoned her husband and Keiko, silently turning and running out of the house.

*** *** *** ***

"President! Ms. Saito, she..."

"Ms. Saito? She took the afternoon off!"

"No! President, Ms. Saito has fainted!"

"Ah?"

Emiko, running frantically, instinctively headed towards the company. Her feverish body couldn't withstand such exertion;

utterly exhausted, she collapsed the moment she pushed open the factory door.

"Ms. Saito's body is burning hot, quick, quick, help her to my room!"

"It's alright, I can still walk by myself..." Emiko said weakly.

"What's wrong? Didn't you say you were going home to rest?"

"Waaaaah..." Emiko suddenly burst into tears like a child, her loud sobs causing

everyone to stop what they were doing and look at her. The woman, unable to hold back any longer, completely broke down.

President Koji, not understanding why she was crying so bitterly, quickly supported her shoulders and helped Emiko's weak

body towards the factory break room.

"Come on, lie down and rest!" Koji brought a blanket and covered Emiko with it. "Lie down..."

Lunch break was over, but the workers were anxiously gathered at the door.

"Everyone, go back to work first. I'll take care of things here!" Koji chased away the onlookers and went to the infirmary

to get an ice pack for Emiko to use.

The woman slowly calmed down and stopped crying.

"What happened, Emiko?"

"President... I'm sorry..."

Koji took over the electroplating factory from his father when he was 30. He hadn't spent much of his parents' money,

traveling almost the entire world independently, but news of his father's sudden illness forced him to rush back,

unexpectedly inheriting the factory. Completely unfamiliar with the electroplating industry, he worked tirelessly day and night

.

From the day he shouldered the burden left by his father, their shared work ethic fostered

a good .

"Is it about your husband?"

"Huh?...No...No...It has nothing to do with him..."

"Then what's wrong? Why are you so upset?"

"President, I'm sorry..."

"Alright, then I won't ask any more questions. You should rest here."

"Okay..."

"Where's your medicine? Did you take it?"

"Not yet, I bought it but haven't taken it yet..."

"Oh?" Koji opened Emiko's bag, took out the medicine and made her swallow it. "Then I'll go back to work now.

You should rest."

Emiko, who had returned from the abyss of despair with a high fever, gradually fell into a deep sleep under the effects of the medicine.

*** *** *** ***

"Ms. Saito, are you feeling any better?"

"Oh..." Emiko was still dazed.

Finally, at eight o'clock in the evening, after finishing all his work, Koji returned to the break room to check on Emiko's condition.

"Still very hot..." The woman, who was dizzy from the fever, answered incoherently.

Koji brought a new ice pillow and carefully took a towel from the freezer to wipe Emiko's sweat.

"Has everyone left work?"

"Yeah, everyone worked late today, but they've all left." Koji thought Emiko was covered too much

, so he rolled up the quilt and took out a blanket to cover her. "There's been a lot of overtime lately, and several of the older women on the production line

are complaining."

Emiko, lying under the quilt, had clothes that looked like they'd been washed completely.

"Oh dear, your clothes are so wet..." Koji said. "Oh no, there aren't any

clothes ."

Just as Koji was thinking about what to do, the phone rang.

"Oh, it's you! Your wife has a fever and collapsed at the company!" It was Emiko's husband, Daisuke, on the other

end of the line.

"Oh, someone at the company is taking care of her! Then let her rest at the company tonight, thank you!"

"Hello! Hello!" Koji shouted into the phone, but the man had already hung up.

"What's going on? How rude!" Koji went back to his office and took a t-shirt from the closet.

(No clothes to change into, let's give her this for now...)

"Miss Saito!" Koji shook Emiko's shoulder, his hand suddenly stopping. A flame of

desire flashed through his heart. Koji gently rolled up the blanket.

(No... that's wrong... I can't do that...)

The 25-year-old body, covered in sweat, lay before him. Koji suppressed his pounding heart and

unbuttoned . Finally, all the buttons were undone. Koji opened the damp shirt,

revealing a pair of white breasts that almost overflowed from her bra. Her snow-white body glistened with sweat under the electric light. Koji

picked up an ice towel and slowly wiped the woman's feverish upper body.

(It feels so good...)

Stimulated by the ice towel, Emiko slowly woke up. The towel stopped between the two bra cups.

Koji's fingers pinched the clasp on the front of the bra, and with a little force, the taut bra sprang open...

The rounded breasts appeared full even when lying down, and two small pink nipples were

blooming firmly on the white mounds.

(...)

Koji picked up the towel and gently drew circles on the nipples.

Emiko slowly regained consciousness, and the events of the day gradually surfaced in her mind.

(It feels so good... so good... so comfortable...)

Emiko realized that she wasn't lying in bed at home.

(Ah... who... who is it...?)

Emiko was sure it wasn't her husband wiping her body with the towel, and slightly opened her eyes to see

who it was.

(Ah... it's the president...)

What jumped into Emiko's eyes was her boss. Koji's face was so close that it felt like it was touching Emiko's chest, and he was intently

wiping the sweat off her body with the towel. Emiko felt her heart was about to jump out of her throat, and the intense impact made her body

twist uncontrollably.

"Ms. Emiko, excuse me, I'm going to have to take off your pants," Koji announced politely to himself,

unaware .

(Oh no! The president is going to see my underwear...)

Out of goodwill, Koji continued his actions carefully.

(Daisuke... Daisuke betrayed me... I...)

If it were any other man besides Koji, Emiko would have jumped up by now. But over the years, Emiko

had developed feelings for the president, and now Daisuke had betrayed her, and she had unconsciously returned to

the factory to rely on Koji...

Koji skillfully unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper, and then used brute force

to pull off his sweat-soaked trousers.

Emiko bit her lip, bewildered, and her waist involuntarily

arched off his pants.

Koji, struggling to take off his pants, didn't notice his slender waist arching slightly, nor did he notice

Emiko peeking at him from behind.

Koji finally pulled the wet pants off his ankles.

As her pants were forcibly pulled down, her underwear was also ripped down to her buttocks, and Emiko could feel her pubic hair peeking out from under

her underwear .

(Ah… the president saw my pubic hair…)

Despite her underwear almost slipping off her buttocks, Emiko pretended to be unconscious.

Koji looked at Emiko's pubic hair, then picked up a towel to wipe her body.

The blanket covering Emiko had been completely pulled back, exposing the woman's slender legs.

Koji slid his hand between her thighs and heels, carefully wiping away the beads of sweat from her skin.

Finally cleaned up, Koji brought a new set of bedding and placed it beside Emiko. The man silently slipped his arm

behind Emiko's neck and slowly lifted her upper body. Emiko's head rested against the man's arm,

motionless.

Koji helped her, peeling off her soaked shirt and bra from her shoulders, then lifted Emiko and

placed the new bedding.

(Ah… completely naked…)

Emiko lay on her back on the new bedding, her body covered only by her panties barely covering her lower body

.

Koji straightened the woman's clothes, then brought hot water and a towel. The woman before him seemed still

unconscious. Koji paused for a moment, examining her. He again lifted her shoulders and waist, turning

Emiko to her side.

The hot towel wiped Emiko's sideways body, and Koji's hand slowly moved down her lower body.

(President… you touched me there…)

A strange excitement mixed with anticipation and unease, Emiko suddenly groaned loudly.

The towel was wrapped around Emiko's panties, and Koji pulled them down abruptly, the panties rolling up and bunching up on her thighs

.

(Ah...this is Emiko's genitals...)

Emiko was breathing heavily and erratically. Koji assumed it was due to a fever, but he didn't notice the woman's excited

panting .

The towel rubbed back and forth along the shape of her panties, from her lower abdomen to her inner thighs, then slowly slid down to

her cleft.

(Ah...this feels so strange...)

The strange sensation of the hot towel against her skin caused the temperature inside Emiko's vulva to rise.

Koji stared at the tightly closed labia while enjoying the exquisite sensation of his hand stroking Emiko's buttocks. Koji

gently parted the woman's buttocks, and the towel slid towards her most private garden.

(Ah...ah...no...)

Her anus was exposed to the air, and the rough texture of the towel scraped against her labia.

(Ah…I…I’m wet…President…I can’t take it anymore…)

Koji was unaware that the woman behind him had become like this, but he could clearly feel the man’s body

emanating a lewd stench, her vulva slowly becoming wet. Emiko couldn’t stop her labia from reflexively opening, the repeated small stimulations making

the sensuality within her body grow stronger and stronger. Koji tried again and again to wipe away the moisture on her skin flaps, but the intense

feeling of humiliation made desire seep endlessly from under her skin.

Koji put down the towel and turned Emiko back to a supine position. Although her eyes were still closed, the strong light coming through

her eyelids made her involuntarily frown.

(…)

Koji noticed the change in Emiko’s private parts, and ignoring her expression, wrung out the towel and hung it up.

(Oh no…the president found out…I’m so embarrassed…)

Her panties were rolled up and hung on her thighs, which were thus squeezed together, exposing her thick pubic hair to

Koji’s eyes. While admiring the woman’s soft pubic hair, he pulled the panties down from her ankles.

(Ah…I…I’m completely naked…what do I do…)

Emiko’s body was exposed to the light. The woman’s body on the bed dared not resist and remained motionless. Koji’s

towel continued to move along her stiff legs.

(Ah…there…there…)

Koji’s hand moved from her legs to just above her pubic hair. Having already discovered that Emiko was awake, he

slowly expanded his range of movement without provoking any resistance from her. He wrapped the towel around his fingers and slowly moved it towards her tightly closed

labia .

(Ah…coming…coming…oh…)

Through the thin towel, Emiko clearly felt the strength of Koji’s fingers. Suddenly, her whole body

stiffened, as if she were resisting, her cheeks tightening around her thighs.

“It’s so wet here…I have to clean it up…” Koji finally spoke, but Emiko dared

not answer. As if tasting Emiko’s body temperature through the towel, his fingers gradually sank into the cleft.

(Ahhhhh…)

Emiko, her face covered by the towel, tilted her head back and made gurgling sounds in her throat. Except for

that inaccessible secret spot, every part of her body was thoroughly cleaned by Koji. His hand gently held one knee

, bending it, and the sensation of her labia being fully exposed made Emiko feel hot all over. Koji pulled his fingers out of the towel,

parted Emiko's labia majora, and gently drew circles on her clitoris.

(Ah...so good...oh...)

All of Emiko's senses were focused on the point where his fingers were pressing, and her knees, held in Koji's

arms .

Koji stared at her trembling feet, unable to resist the stimulation, and at Emiko's

hands, which were tightly gripping the sheets, a symbol of excitement.

(Okay...Ms. Saito...)

Koji let Emiko's legs wrap around his waist, and his body entered between her legs, while his left hand also touched

Emiko's breasts.

(No...ah...)

When his fingers touched her taut nipples, a weak whimper escaped from under the towel. Koji could

feel the warmth of the woman's cold and desire constantly emanating from his palm. Koji slowly savored the

smooth , his other hand continuing to rub her clitoris.

(Ahhh... Oh... Oh...)

His fingers, soaked in the honey-like fluid from the woman's completely melted petals, gently tickled Emiko's

clitoris .

(Oh... Ah... Ah... Ah...)

Emiko convulsed as if electrocuted, her slender waist arching forcefully, her whole body contorting as if backwards.

Koji's face filled the woman's crotch, Emiko panting in the sensual waves, all reason vanishing like a

kite with a broken string.

"Ah... President... It's dirty there..."

"..."

"Oh... Ahhh... There... Ahhh..."

Koji's entire lower body was enveloped in her mouth, his tongue constantly licking her clitoris.

"Ahhhhhh..."

Emiko struggled to endure the overwhelming sensory frenzy, her thighs tightly clamping Koji's head.

"Ahhh... I'm... I'm... I'm coming..."

"..."

As Emiko reached her climax, a warm liquid gushed from her vulva, wetting Koji's face.

"Ah... I'm dying... I'm dying..."

Koji lifted his face from between Emiko's thighs, looking down at her as she succumbed to ecstasy as he removed

his clothes . Koji grabbed Emiko's ankles, spreading them wide, then thrust his angry penis deep into

her body.

"Ah... so good..."

Emiko was unable to speak or resist as Koji forcefully penetrated her,

waves of sensual pleasure crashing over her like a drowning womb. She turned her arms and tightly embraced Koji's back.

"More... President... deeper..." Emiko greedily craved the powerful

force , sending messages of desire through her fingernails towards the man's back.

"Ah... Oh... Ugh... Ahh..."

Koji pushed aside the towel covering his face and passionately sucked on Emiko's sensual lips.

"Mmm... Mmm..." The man's tongue, which had entered Emiko's mouth, nimbly intertwined with hers.

"Knock knock..."

A knock came from the entrance, and the passionate couple stopped exchanging saliva.

"Excuse me! It's Saito! Is our Emiko still inside?"

Her husband's voice startled Emiko, and she clung tightly to Koji's body.

"I'm sorry! Is the president here?"

"..."

"..."

The two looked at each other, their bodies entwined, afraid to move.

"Emiko! Darling! I'm a big bad guy!... Please... please come home..."

Koji's body stiffened the moment he heard Emiko's husband's voice, and the urge to ejaculate vanished

instantly . Emiko gave Koji a token push, but that resistance was no match for him. Koji

pulled the blanket over their bodies and began thrusting violently again.

"Emiko! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Emiko's husband's voice moved from the doorway to the factory

, but the two under the covers didn't notice.

"Ah...so good...ah..."

"President! Emiko! Please come out!" Emiko's husband moved towards the factory,

crying as he searched for his wife's figure in the darkened factory.

"Ah...ah...another...another orgasm..."

"I...I'm going to cum too...Ms. Saito...I..."

"Ah...come out together...come out together..."

"I...I'm coming out...oh..."

"Oh...another...another orgasm..."

Just before ejaculating, Koji pulled his engorged penis out of the sticky, wet vagina.

"Ah...Ms. Saito...Ms. Saito..."

"Mmm...mmm..."

Emiko swallowed all of Koji's semen, then carefully licked her own love juice

clean .

"You...you guys..."

Emiko and Koji, who hadn't noticed their husbands moving to the factory, turned around when they heard the voices.

"Emiko...you..."

The factory door opened wide, and Daisuke, stunned by the scene before him, stood frozen in the night like a statue.

[The End]

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