Irresistible

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That night, Yuriko couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned in bed, reaching out to touch the other side of the double bed, only to find an empty indentation, devoid of her husband's warmth. She glanced at the clock beside her pillow; it was past 11 PM. Her husband, en route from Los Angeles to the Brazilian capital, was probably still on the plane. He was leading a special preparatory survey for the construction of a massive dam, venturing into dangerous territory—his hardship was unimaginable.
For Shinichiro, at forty-two, the prime of his life, and a manager at a top construction company, this preparatory survey was a major challenge. Shinichiro set off eagerly, leaving Yuriko to endure days of anguish.
It was embarrassing to admit, but during her first marriage, she had experienced sexual distress; her husband's monotonous and promiscuous behavior might have affected her. Her former classmates, who used to talk about sex with such open and uninhibited joy, were always someone else's business, but Yuriko knew it was theirs.
When her husband suddenly and mysteriously passed away, Yuriko felt truly at peace. Yuriko met Shinichiro Hayami while working at a linguistics-focused talent agency, and their romance led to her remarriage. Her family disapproved of the marriage, and even her friends objected. The 42-year-old Shinichiro and the 27-year-old Yuriko were too far apart in age, and he already had a child.
"Yuriko, you're still young, you can have as many children as you want, why marry someone with a child…?"
her mother cried, trying to persuade her. But was Yuriko's marriage to Shinichiro a matter of fate or destiny? From their first meeting, she was certain of their compatible personalities. Despite the significant age difference, Shinichiro doted on her, and at night, their marital life was surprisingly passionate; perhaps Shinichiro was trying to eradicate the lingering effects of her ex-husband's influence.
After two months, Yuriko experienced sexual pleasure. Sometime later, Shinichiro secretly recorded their conversations and played them back for her. At first, Yuriko thought it was a reenactment of someone else's affair.
"Ah...husband, put it in, I can't take it anymore! Please, please put it in!..."
Knowing it was her own voice, she was both surprised and embarrassed. Even so, Yuriko's crotch was overflowing with lustful fluid, her body trembling with anticipation of the large penetration, clearly showing her great arousal.
"Ah!" Yuriko sighed, recalling the events of the previous night, unable to control her own arousal, which continued to surge forth. If this continued for the past six months, she would surely go crazy.
She turned on the bedside lamp; since it was early autumn, the room was cool, which would be more comfortable for her in her hot state, so Yuriko kicked off the blanket.
Yuriko was extremely excited, like a high school student in her youth, unbuttoning her pajamas, the scent of her perfume wafting through the air, her thoughts drifting in strange directions. Remembering how her husband had pinched her erect nipples between two fingers before leaving the country, she couldn't help but imitate his caresses with her own fingers. She opened her eyes, fantasizing about her husband's hands. Now she longed to take his erect penis into her mouth and lick, suck, and caress it.
"Husband... I... I want..." Her V-shaped fingers moved to her lower abdomen. Her panties were already wet, and she stroked her pubic hair through the thin fabric.
"The shape is very nice, not too thick, like a high school student."
Yuriko often said to her husband, "Oh my! Husband, you've tried such a young girl?"
"No, it's just a fantasy!"
Yuriko herself felt that her pubic hair was a bit sparse, but her husband praised her instead, which made her very happy. This is her husband's hand... Yuriko rubbed her fingers back on her panties, and just doing this made her feel numb.
"So comfortable! Husband..."
Her husband approached with an erection, and from the bottom of her heart, she felt the sensation of rubbing her labia and clitoris at the entrance of her vagina, and then penetrating her. Thinking of this, a thin pair of panties became superfluous. She lifted her legs and pulled the panties out from her heels, looking down at her two bulging breasts rising and falling. She placed two pillows together, then put a bouncy cushion on top, tilting her upper body at about a 40-degree angle. A small tuft of pubic hair clung to her lower abdomen below her breasts. She grasped and kneaded her breasts, gently stroking her nipples with her palms, experiencing a numbing pleasure. Yuriko's hands mirrored her husband's caresses, imagining her own hands as his, intensifying the pleasure—a very comfortable feeling.
"Husband…do it, do it again…" she spoke to the illusion, hearing her husband's voice from somewhere: "It feels good, Yuriko."
"Yes, it feels so good…"
"Is this all you want?"
"No, down there too!"
"The more a woman asks, the happier a man is," Yuriko heard her husband say.
"Down there too…hurry!…"
As if Shinichiro were right beside her, Yuriko muttered to herself. Her left hand rested on her breast, her right hand reaching down to immediately caress the engorged clitoris, like a child saving the best part of a cookie for last. At the same time, she quickly experienced pleasure, recalling her intercourse with her husband, slowly immersing herself in a world of bliss, stroking her slightly curled pubic hair.
"Ah!..." Only then could she not help but immediately take action. Her own desire was like an urgent need, and the pleasure increased with it, something Yuriko had experienced in her six months of married life with Shinichiro.
In their first marriage, her husband hadn't given Yuriko enough preparation, rushing into intercourse, and by the time she adjusted, she had already ejaculated prematurely. That tasteless experience, Yuriko had been completely corrected by Shinichiro after her remarriage, slowly savoring it, starting from scratch. Having been taught, Yuriko quickly tasted the joy of womanhood, probably influenced by entering her peak female period.
Yuriko couldn't wait for the night to come, although they couldn't have sex every night like a young couple, but Shinichiro would always hold and caress her. Since birth, Yuriko had tasted the happiness and joy of married life, and she was ashamed to say it.
In the morning, she saw Shinichiro and Akishino off. Her lower abdomen had been itchy since the night before, becoming a daily routine as she returned to a life completely untouched by her ex-husband. Her loving and promising husband surrounded her like a well-behaved and intelligent child; Yuriko was now the happiest person. Therefore, she considered this six-month separation a trial given to her by God. The thought of physical pleasure six months later felt like being swallowed by a wave of ecstasy.
"Husband! Do it..."
Yuriko finally ran her fingers over the engorged clitoris, gently touching it. A wave of numbness washed over her, and the mucous membranes of her lower abdomen throbbed with excitement. The feeling of her naturally parted labia... "Ah! It would be so good to insert something thick here..." This time, she scratched the edge of the mucous membrane with her fingernails, her waist trembling as if receiving a powerful electric current, and a gush of fluid erupted from within.
"So good..."
Yuriko muttered to herself, her face flushed even when no one was around. She would never use the common term for female genitalia in public, but the shyness and strange excitement she felt when she overheard her husband whispering it in his ear, and then being forced to say it aloud, brought an indescribable sense of liberation. Yuriko kept saying it, completely immersed in the moment.
Those words with a latent magic were now spoken clearly. Her vulva contracted, her whole body spasmed, two fingers were no longer enough, she used all her fingers, her middle finger rubbing the opening of her vulva, her index and ring fingers rubbing, her thumb pressing on her erect, bean-sized penis. Her fingers and palms were wet, a slippery, melting sensation that eased the stimulation.
"Ah! So good...so good, husband..."
Not only did she use her hands, but she actually moved her hips, intensifying the stimulation. She covered her vulva with her palm and slowly stroked it up and down, her middle finger almost slipping inside, but she restrained herself, only rubbing the engorged mucous membrane. Sometimes she made a sound like a cat nursing, and now that sound only increased the pleasure.
"So comfortable..." Yuriko's voice rose, eager to show her husband her "good condition."
She wanted to see her husband's childlike expression during their teasing, and couldn't resist inserting her middle finger, making a sound she couldn't bear to hear. Her entire middle finger sank in, gripping the flesh of her fingertip; she could clearly feel it as if layers were being turned inside out. Yuriko rubbed forcefully, her emotions leaning towards sadism, pressing down hard with the thick flesh of her thumb—it hurt! But it produced a pleasure far more acute than pain.
"So comfortable..."
She arched her back, twisting the protruding part of her middle finger, her hand movements becoming faster. Her husband often vibrated his hand at this time, and Yuriko imitated his movements, though not as fast as him, the continuous vibration of her soft flesh still immersed her in pleasure. Reaching climax was almost easy, but Yuriko was still confused, wanting to prolong the time and maintain her "good condition," then she was shocked by her own greed and smiled bitterly.
Her wrist ached, so she stopped vibrating and rubbed her mucous membranes, continuing relentlessly, "I'm about to lose it..." she unconsciously uttered a mournful sound, trying to hold it in. Yuriko turned to the dressing table, her reflection in the three mirrors. Beforehand, she adjusted the middle mirror slightly downwards so her whole body was visible. Her snow-white naked body was adorned with pubic hair, giving her a somewhat immature, girlish look. Pulling it open, the red flesh glistened with moisture, her husband's hard penis often inserted through the narrow opening.
First, she inserted her index finger, which went in quickly, followed by her middle finger. As she thrust, her muscles contracted in response, and the flow of semen made thrusting easier; with the addition of the ring finger, the opening widened considerably, and the muscles contorted instantly; soon, a third finger entered, pressing down to the base, completely covering the opening, the finger inside scratching, the flesh at the base pressing powerfully, intensifying the pleasure both inside and out.
"Ah! Ahh!...So good!"
She arched her back, drawing circles, the semen flowing through the crevice and dripping onto the sheets. Yuriko felt she was doing something filthy, but the filthier it was, the stronger the pleasure penetrating her body became. Finally, the fourth finger followed, the four fingers digging and rubbing against the walls of her flesh, sometimes touching her G-spot.
"Hee..."
At this moment, Yuriko's beautiful face contorted, and a sound like a strange bird escaped her lips. Yuriko rubbed, scratched, and pressed, her posture reflected in the three mirrors, watching with hot, moist eyes.
Suddenly, a wave of disillusionment washed over Yuriko's mind. Without hesitation, she turned over and crawled on all fours like a dog. Yuriko felt even more excited. The cleft between her buttocks faced the mirror, the front and back fissures reflected in her eyes, the pubic hair adorning the edges of the fissures making it look even more lewd.
The four fingers inserted were pulled towards her lower abdomen, widening the vertical fissure outwards. The strange shape excited Yuriko greatly, as if she were being done by her husband. There, as if another face of her own opened its mouth in a smile, widening its opening, the mucous membranes moaning, the pubic hair hanging down, curling onto the fingers, white fluid flowing down the four fingers to her wrists. She straightened her legs slightly, opening her vulva even wider. Although it hurt, it felt good. Yuriko was caught in a contradiction.
The teasing inside was about to reach climax. She tried to hold back, then lay back and raised her legs high together. The four fingers were clamped between her secret hole, the back of her thighs protruding, and she inserted her fingers.
"Husband... coming! Almost there!... Ah! I'm losing it! I'm losing it! Ahh..."
Her limbs trembled slightly, and Yuriko couldn't keep her legs up for long, lowering them as if throwing them, releasing bursts of vaginal fluid. Yuriko finally had no strength left to pull her fingers out, copious amounts of vaginal fluid overflowing from between them. Images
of her husband floated into her mind... Ah, she really wanted nights like that, every day, just thinking about it brought her uncontrollable feelings. She tried to forget, but then she started playing with her body again.

[The End]

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