Best friend's wife

"Naoyuki-san, are you interested in partner swapping?"

His suggestion startled me, but his serious expression suggested he wasn't just joking. I'd heard of such things before—two couples swapping partners for sex—but this was the first time someone had actually proposed it.

If he'd been joking, I would have refused on the spot; but the atmosphere made me ask for more time to think it over.

"Then please go back and discuss it with Ms. Kanako. I look forward to your reply."

His words about partner swapping still echoed in my ears after we parted. I calmed down and thought about it carefully. Were they true? Were they false? What did he mean by making such a suggestion? A sense of disbelief filled me.

I am Naoyuki Omatsu, 45 years old, and an elementary school teacher. The person who made the suggestion today, Nakaichiro Kimura, is my best friend since elementary school. Our families have close ties, and even after marriage, we still live in the same neighborhood, maintaining a good friendship and interaction. But why would he suddenly suggest something like this?

My best friend and I are the perfect contrast, both in personality and appearance. But that's precisely why our friendship has lasted for decades. Compared to those handsome men, I'm plain-looking, short and stout, and doctors at the hospital jokingly call me a classic case of metabolic syndrome. My

best friend has always been the kind of person everyone likes. If you were looking for a standard example of "handsome," he'd be the perfect choice. He's also well-regarded for his interpersonal skills, which makes him incredibly successful in society. My best friend, who works in the precious metals import/export business, recently bought a detached house in an upscale residential area, while I'm still stuck in my cramped teacher's dormitory.

Want to swap wives with me? My wife was a classmate from when we were both intern teachers at a primary school. We were the only two single young teachers at the school, and over time, it seemed like a natural progression to get married. But for her—well, how should I put it—it felt more like marrying a primary school teacher than a wife. After work, I couldn't recall my wife's identity and still treated me like a student in class, strictly educating me. When we were dating, Kanako was considered a "pure beauty," but since giving birth to our daughter Asuka, who is now in junior high school, her weight has been increasing like a balloon. Now, when we walk together, I can hide completely in Kanako's back.

Although it is said that other people's wives are always better, when my best friend, who was already very popular, decided to marry Misa, who was recognized as a beauty by everyone, no one was surprised at all. With her tall figure and never having had children, even though they have been married for ten years, many people would believe that Misa is a female college student who has just entered the workforce.

"Trading Diao Chan for a sow? Are you kidding me?" I have known Kimura for decades, and I can tell from his eyes that he is making a sincere invitation, but what is so good about my wife that would make them want to have us swap partners? (2)

I tossed and turned all night, and after getting up, I didn't tell my wife what I was going to do. I went straight to my best friend's house to ask him for clarification. This isn't something the two of us men can decide on our own; we need to consult Misa herself. What she said yesterday sounded more like a dream to me, living in reality, and Kimura has been playing pranks on me more than once or twice in the past few decades.

"You idiot, he must be joking," I thought to myself, looking at my best friend and his wife sitting across from me, eagerly hoping to hear the answer I wanted—but what I got was a huge surprise.

"We haven't had sex in a very, very long time," my best friend said shyly, a little embarrassed. "Naoyuki, how are you? With Kanako?"

This couple, who were so close, suddenly asked this question, and I was at a loss for words, unsure where to begin. Kanako and I sometimes bicker, but we live a typical married life, finding joy in watching our daughter grow up; honestly, while our sex life isn't as frequent as it was in our youth, it's still normal. As for the idea of "swapping partners," it's something I've never even considered.

I honestly told my best friend and his wife that although Kimura had mentioned the idea of swapping spouses, I actually thought it was just a temporary solution. It might help their relationship in the short term, but it wasn't a long-term solution. I earnestly hoped they would reconsider.

I looked at Misa and said, "Do you really think this is a good idea?"

"Yes, my husband and I think the same way. Please take good care of us from now on."

"Ugh..."

I looked at Misa, who was sitting beside my best friend, bowing deeply. Her beautiful ears and neck gave me a sudden flutter, and I unconsciously became aroused. Holding such a beautiful woman was something I'd never even dreamed of.

Now that I knew the couple's attitude, the next problem was Kanako. If I directly brought up such an immoral suggestion, she would probably be furious. Thinking about my promise to my best friend and his wife, I felt completely lost about my future marital relationship.

Ah, it seems I can only do my best to bow my head and ask my wife to make the decision. But honestly, helping my best friend was just a superficial reason; the most important thing was to consider my own interests. What should I say to Kanako? How should I answer? I kept pondering this. Asuka's school was going on a trip over the weekend, so

I thought I'd take this opportunity to try it out. That evening, after making sure Asuka was asleep, I nervously suggested the Kimura couple to Kanako. To my surprise, Kanako readily agreed. Swapping spouses was something I'd never even considered, so Kanako's easy agreement astounded me.

"Hehe, is it because the other person is that handsome Shinichiro?" I joked to hide my complicated feelings, but with three out of the four involved agreeing, I didn't even have a chance to back out. So we agreed to do it only once, on Saturday night. That day, the four of

us met at my best friend's jewelry store, then had dinner together at a restaurant before exchanging spouses and going home. Kanako woke up incredibly excited this morning. After lunch, she even kissed me and said, "Honey, you absolutely can't back down now!" The afternoon began with her unusually meticulous makeup application, and then she even pulled out sexy designer lingerie. I stared in disbelief, completely unable to believe that an elementary school teacher would dare wear such underwear.

After finishing, Kanako strode confidently to me, happily twirling around to show off her outfit. Ah, it's good that my usually hysterical wife is in such a good mood. Maybe we could swap outfits occasionally, but we'll have to wait until after tonight.

At the jewelry store, my best friend insisted on giving Kanako a piece of jewelry as a thank you gift. Oh dear, I hadn't brought anything, my hands were empty—I felt incredibly embarrassed for Misa. Kanako beamed, looking like she was about to pounce on my best friend and hug her. Thinking about it, I wondered if my best friend really wanted to hug Kanako, who looked like a sumo wrestler.

After finishing our meal at the upscale restaurant, Kanako went back with her best friend, while Misa and I went back to the small and cramped faculty dormitory. Thinking about this, I felt very sorry for Misa again. Misa was carrying a large bag, I didn't know if it contained a change of clothes or skincare products for the night.

What should we do after we got home? At first, the atmosphere was a bit stiff, and the two of us just looked at each other silently. Misa broke the silence first and suggested that we take a bath together. When Asuka was a child, the three of us as a family would squeeze into the bathroom to take a bath together, but we hadn't taken a bath with a woman in all these years. While waiting for the bathroom to warm up, I took a can of beer from the refrigerator and we shared it. After a few sips of alcohol, I wasn't as nervous as I had been at the beginning. Looking at Misa's expressionless face, I suddenly wondered how Kana was doing now? In this kind of thing, it seems that women are more psychologically prepared than men. (3)

By the time the two of us squeezed into the cramped bathroom, I was fully erect. A pale pink blush, seemingly a symbol of shyness, rose on Misa's body, which showed no sign of fat. Seeing my erection, Misa knelt down without a word, carefully cleaning my penis and glans, while simultaneously stimulating various sensitive spots on my shaft. Being so vigorously cared for by a woman in her thirties, I could only groan incessantly, silently thanking the gods for this pleasurable experience. How would this swapping marriage change my life and Kanako's? I kept thinking.

After washing my front, Misa meticulously cleaned from between my legs down to my anus, but at that moment I uttered something jarring.

"Sorry, I'm about to ejaculate..."

Standing above me, looking down at Misa's beautiful face and perfectly proportioned breasts, my erection was ready to flee. But Misa seemed completely unaffected, gently cleaning my penis.

"Ah...ah...this..."

If I ejaculated now, wouldn't I ruin this hard-won opportunity for revelry? I begged Misa to stop her merciless hands, but she only added more frantic force. Not only was she rubbing my penis hard, but her other hand was also around my buttocks, rubbing my anus. I couldn't hold back any longer...

"I'm sorry..."

I was terrified and didn't know how to apologize, but Misa, instead, beautifully helped me wash away the semen while using her other hand to alternately stimulate my buttocks and scrotum. My penis quickly and amazingly revived in Misa's hands.

"Eh? Are you really okay?"

"Ah...yes, thank you so much..."

I stupidly responded to Misa's words, desperately wondering if there was something wrong with me. Fortunately, she didn't seem to care.

After coming out of the bathroom, Misa's next action startled me again.

"Naoki-san, is it alright?"

"It's fine!"

I swung my penis, which had become erect again due to Misa's stimulation of my anus, trying to regain my confidence.

"Please don't be scared by my interests..."

Although I was slightly startled by Misa's superb skills in the bathroom, I still said it was okay. She then took clothes out of the large bag and put them on, and my eyes widened even more, becoming like a ferret's. Misa put on a high school student's sailor uniform.

"Do you hate me dressed like this?"

"No...no...it's very nice..."

To say that Misa, who is over 30, looks good in that super short sailor uniform is definitely not a compliment, especially since there shouldn't be a single man in all of Japan who dislikes sailor uniforms. Her tall figure and voluptuous curves made the small sailor uniform look indescribably alluring, and I could almost hear the sound of blood rushing through my newly restored penis. "Um...if you don't hate it...there's one more thing I'd like to ask you..."

Misa's next words almost made me have a nosebleed like a high school boy.

"Can I masturbate in front of you?"

I didn't dare to answer. Misa sat cross-legged, her shirt revealing no bra, her nipples clearly visible through the fabric. Her full breasts taut as she moved, the buttons seemingly about to burst open. Misa began to pant heavily, lifting her miniskirt to reveal genuine high school girl's pure white cotton panties. Her fingers slipped under her belt, rubbing her own flesh in front of me.

"Ahhh! So good! Ugh!!" Misa's voice was usually lovely, but her moans were even more alluring.

"Could you please masturbate with me, Mr. Naoyuki?"

I usually have phimosis, so my foreskin doesn't retract easily, but due to a series of unexpected events, my glans suddenly popped out. Amidst Misa's continued moans, I ejaculated again.

Sigh… why is this happening? For my age, ejaculating twice a day is already reckless. The amount of semen was noticeably reduced. Just as I was regretting my foolish actions, Misa reached her climax and shouted loudly,

"Naoki-kun, are you a sadist or a submissive?"

While I was hesitating, Misa took out handcuffs from her bag. I had never played with this kind of thing with Kanako before, but I knew I would definitely resist if I were handcuffed. After I made my stance clear, Misa said she would handcuff her later, and then took out several more tools from her bag. Following her instructions, I handcuffed Misa's hands behind her back, then blindfolded her, made her lie flat, and gently brushed her entire body with a brush.

As the brush tip crawled, Misa groaned and writhed loudly. Unable to withstand the stimulation of the lewd scene before him, his little brother actually got hard for the third time!

"Misa, I'm hard again..." "Please... please torture Misa properly..."

This is not a dream... this really is not a dream... I roughly turned Misa's body over and forcefully shoved my penis into her mouth. Amid coughing and groaning, I ejaculated for the third time in her mouth. Then I inserted the forked vibrator into Misa's vagina and anus at the same time, and then used a vibrating egg to play with her nipples and clitoris, sending Misa to the ultimate climax two or three times in a row.

"Mr. Naoyuki, come on, please fuck Misa to death with your big cock!" The woman cried and howled, unable to distinguish between pleasure and pain.

I used tape to fix the vibrating egg to her nipples, inserted the vibrator into Misa's anus, and then lifted her long legs and thrust my penis straight into her flower.

Finally, I ejaculated for the fourth time... (4)

I was awakened by a strange soft touch when I was fast asleep until the sun was high in the sky. Misa, whose hands were still cuffed, was facing away from me, her soft buttocks pressed against my face.

"Please, good man!"

Hearing her lustful moans, my desire surged again.

"Please, give me one more time..."

Under the woman's constant seduction, we shared one last moment of pleasure. Misa assured me she had taken birth control pills and begged me to ejaculate my thinned semen deep into her uterus one last time. After removing Misa's handcuffs, she began to recount her unusual sexual fetishes. At first, my best friend was also deeply fascinated by this compulsive sexual behavior, but after a while, the passion faded. So, in the end, Misa asked my best friend to suggest this couple-swapping arrangement to me.

"Did I do okay?"

"Hmm, compared to my husband, Mr. Naoyuki, you're really big, I almost couldn't handle it..."

Although it was probably just social nicety, it still made me a little happy. Finally, we parted with a long, deep kiss.

Kanako, who didn't return until later that evening, had a face full of good cheer.

"Does Shinichiro really like your super-sized aircraft carrier?"

"I took everything he said all night as just social nicety, hahahahahaha!"

Hehe, I feel like I've heard similar dialogue somewhere before. In a relaxed mood, I asked my wife a lewd question, challenging her to compare who was better, me or Shinichiro. A strange, seductive expression appeared on her face; she smiled but didn't answer, only saying that they had also used handcuffs, and that it had completely aroused her sexual fantasies.

"Hey, how about we try using them too?"

"So, they're for handcuffing you?"

"Idiot, they're for handcuffing you!"

It seems my best friend got a good "training" after being handcuffed by Kanako. Sigh, I don't even know who's the dominant and who's the submissive in my best friend and his wife anymore. Anyway, the thought of that brat Kimura obediently letting my sow handcuff him makes me excited. The couple-swapping arrangement, just as agreed, only happened once. Afterwards, the two families continued their usual interactions, and the underlying tension between the couples seemed to have eased. The only change was that Misa got pregnant. My best friend said they used contraception, so I shouldn't worry, but I still secretly wondered if he had some physiological problem and deliberately swapped partners to get my sperm. I still often had the wicked thought that it was my sperm that got the beautiful Misa pregnant. I excitedly imagined Kanako's huge ass riding on my face again tonight, almost suffocating while being forced to give her oral sex, her fat fingers digging into my anus while squeezing out my semen—I felt incredibly happy.

"Naoyuki-san, are you interested in partner swapping?"

His suggestion startled me, but his serious expression suggested he wasn't just joking. I'd heard of such things before—two couples swapping partners for sex—but this was the first time someone had actually proposed it.

If he'd been joking, I would have refused on the spot; but the atmosphere made me ask for more time to think it over.

"Then please go back and discuss it with Ms. Kanako. I look forward to your reply."

His words about partner swapping still echoed in my ears after we parted. I calmed down and thought about it carefully. Were they true? Were they false? What did he mean by making such a suggestion? A sense of disbelief filled me.

I am Naoyuki Omatsu, 45 years old, and an elementary school teacher. The person who made the suggestion today, Nakaichiro Kimura, is my best friend since elementary school. Our families have close ties, and even after marriage, we still live in the same neighborhood, maintaining a good friendship and interaction. But why would he suddenly suggest something like this?

My best friend and I are the perfect contrast, both in personality and appearance. But that's precisely why our friendship has lasted for decades. Compared to those handsome men, I'm plain-looking, short and stout, and doctors at the hospital jokingly call me a classic case of metabolic syndrome. My

best friend has always been the kind of person everyone likes. If you were looking for a standard example of "handsome," he'd be the perfect choice. He's also well-regarded for his interpersonal skills, which makes him incredibly successful in society. My best friend, who works in the precious metals import/export business, recently bought a detached house in an upscale residential area, while I'm still stuck in my cramped teacher's dormitory.

Want to swap wives with me? My wife was a classmate from when we were both intern teachers at a primary school. We were the only two single young teachers at the school, and over time, it seemed like a natural progression to get married. But for her—well, how should I put it—it felt more like marrying a primary school teacher than a wife. After work, I couldn't recall my wife's identity and still treated me like a student in class, strictly educating me. When we were dating, Kanako was considered a "pure beauty," but since giving birth to our daughter Asuka, who is now in junior high school, her weight has been increasing like a balloon. Now, when we walk together, I can hide completely in Kanako's back.

Although it is said that other people's wives are always better, when my best friend, who was already very popular, decided to marry Misa, who was recognized as a beauty by everyone, no one was surprised at all. With her tall figure and never having had children, even though they have been married for ten years, many people would believe that Misa is a female college student who has just entered the workforce.

"Trading Diao Chan for a sow? Are you kidding me?" I have known Kimura for decades, and I can tell from his eyes that he is making a sincere invitation, but what is so good about my wife that would make them want to have us swap partners? (2)

I tossed and turned all night, and after getting up, I didn't tell my wife what I was going to do. I went straight to my best friend's house to ask him for clarification. This isn't something the two of us men can decide on our own; we need to consult Misa herself. What she said yesterday sounded more like a dream to me, living in reality, and Kimura has been playing pranks on me more than once or twice in the past few decades.

"You idiot, he must be joking," I thought to myself, looking at my best friend and his wife sitting across from me, eagerly hoping to hear the answer I wanted—but what I got was a huge surprise.

"We haven't had sex in a very, very long time," my best friend said shyly, a little embarrassed. "Naoyuki, how are you? With Kanako?"

This couple, who were so close, suddenly asked this question, and I was at a loss for words, unsure where to begin. Kanako and I sometimes bicker, but we live a typical married life, finding joy in watching our daughter grow up; honestly, while our sex life isn't as frequent as it was in our youth, it's still normal. As for the idea of "swapping partners," it's something I've never even considered.

I honestly told my best friend and his wife that although Kimura had mentioned the idea of swapping spouses, I actually thought it was just a temporary solution. It might help their relationship in the short term, but it wasn't a long-term solution. I earnestly hoped they would reconsider.

I looked at Misa and said, "Do you really think this is a good idea?"

"Yes, my husband and I think the same way. Please take good care of us from now on."

"Ugh..."

I looked at Misa, who was sitting beside my best friend, bowing deeply. Her beautiful ears and neck gave me a sudden flutter, and I unconsciously became aroused. Holding such a beautiful woman was something I'd never even dreamed of.

Now that I knew the couple's attitude, the next problem was Kanako. If I directly brought up such an immoral suggestion, she would probably be furious. Thinking about my promise to my best friend and his wife, I felt completely lost about my future marital relationship.

Ah, it seems I can only do my best to bow my head and ask my wife to make the decision. But honestly, helping my best friend was just a superficial reason; the most important thing was to consider my own interests. What should I say to Kanako? How should I answer? I kept pondering this. Asuka's school was going on a trip over the weekend, so

I thought I'd take this opportunity to try it out. That evening, after making sure Asuka was asleep, I nervously suggested the Kimura couple to Kanako. To my surprise, Kanako readily agreed. Swapping spouses was something I'd never even considered, so Kanako's easy agreement astounded me.

"Hehe, is it because the other person is that handsome Shinichiro?" I joked to hide my complicated feelings, but with three out of the four involved agreeing, I didn't even have a chance to back out. So we agreed to do it only once, on Saturday night. That day, the four of

us met at my best friend's jewelry store, then had dinner together at a restaurant before exchanging spouses and going home. Kanako woke up incredibly excited this morning. After lunch, she even kissed me and said, "Honey, you absolutely can't back down now!" The afternoon began with her unusually meticulous makeup application, and then she even pulled out sexy designer lingerie. I stared in disbelief, completely unable to believe that an elementary school teacher would dare wear such underwear.

After finishing, Kanako strode confidently to me, happily twirling around to show off her outfit. Sigh, it's good that my usually hysterical wife is in such a good mood. Maybe swapping partners occasionally would be nice, but we'll have to wait until after tonight.

Upon arriving at the jewelry store, my best friend, wanting to thank Kanako for her help, insisted on giving her a piece of jewelry as a thank you gift. Oh dear, I hadn't brought anything, my hands were empty, and I felt incredibly embarrassed towards Misa. Kanako's face lit up with a smile, looking like she was about to pounce on my best friend and hug her. Thinking about this, I wondered if my best friend really wanted to hug Kanako, who looked like a sumo wrestler.

After dining at a fancy restaurant, Kanako and my best friend went back together, while Misa and I went back to the small, cramped faculty dormitory. Thinking about this, I felt incredibly apologetic towards Misa again. Misa was carrying a large bag; I didn't know if it contained a change of clothes or skincare products for the night.

What to do after getting home? At first, the atmosphere was a little awkward; we just stood there silently looking at each other. Misa broke the silence first, suggesting we bathe together. When Asuka was little, our whole family of three used to squeeze into the bathroom to bathe together, but I hadn't bathed with a woman in all these years. While waiting for the bathroom to warm up, I took a can of beer from the refrigerator and we shared it. After a few sips of alcohol, I wasn't as nervous as I had been at the beginning. Looking at Misa's expressionless face, I suddenly wondered how Kana was doing. In this kind of thing, it seems that women are more psychologically prepared than men. (3)

When the two of us squeezed into the narrow bathroom, I was already fully erect. A light pink blush, seemingly a symbol of shyness, rose on Misa's body, which had no fat accumulation. Seeing my erection, Misa squatted down without saying anything and carefully cleaned my penis and glans, while constantly stimulating the various sensitive spots on my penis. Being cared for by a mature woman in her thirties with such vigor, I could only groan and silently thank the gods for giving me such a pleasurable opportunity. How will this swapping of husband and wife change my life and Kana's life? I kept thinking about it.

After washing her front, Misa carefully cleaned her legs from between her legs to her anus, but at that moment I said something that spoiled the mood.

"I'm sorry, I'm about to ejaculate..."

Standing high above, looking down at Misa's beautiful face and perfectly proportioned breasts, the guard of my ejaculation was ready to flee. But Misa seemed completely unaffected, gently cleaning my penis.

"Ah...ah...this..."

If I ejaculated now, wouldn't this hard-won opportunity for pleasure be ruined? I begged Misa to stop her merciless hands, but she only added more frantic force. Not only did she vigorously rub my penis, but her other hand also reached around my buttocks and rubbed my anus. I couldn't hold back any longer...

"I'm sorry..."

I was terrified and didn't know how to apologize, but Misa, instead, beautifully washed away my semen while using her other hand to alternately stimulate my buttocks and scrotum. My penis quickly and amazingly revived in Misa's hands.

"Eh? Are you really okay?"

"Ah...yes, thank you so much..."

I stupidly responded to Misa's words, desperately trying to figure out if there was something wrong with me. Fortunately, she didn't seem to care.

After emerging from the bathroom, Misa's next action startled me again.

"Naoyuki-san, is it alright?"

"Yes, it's fine!"

I swung my penis, which had become erect again due to Misa's stimulation of my anus, trying to regain my confidence.

"Please don't be scared by my interest..."

Although I had been slightly startled by Misa's skillful techniques in the bathroom, I still said it was alright. She then took clothes out of a large bag and put them on. My eyes widened even more, becoming like a ferret's. Misa put on a high school student's sailor uniform.

"Do you hate me dressed like this?"

"No...no...it's very nice..."

To say that Misa, who was over 30, looked good in that super short sailor uniform was definitely not a compliment, especially since there probably wasn't a single man in all of Japan who disliked sailor uniforms. Her tall figure and voluptuous curves made the small sailor uniform look indescribably alluring, and I could almost hear the blood rushing through my newly restored penis. “Um… if you don’t mind… there’s one more thing I’d like to ask…”

Misa’s next words almost made me have a nosebleed like a high school boy.

“May I masturbate in front of you?”

I didn’t dare answer. Misa sat cross-legged first, her shirt revealing two prominent nipples, her full breasts taut as she moved, the buttons seemingly about to burst open. Misa began to pant, lifting her miniskirt to reveal genuine high school girl’s pure white cotton panties, her fingers slipping under her belt, rubbing her own flesh in front of me.

“Ahhhhh! So good… oohhhhh!!” Misa’s voice was usually very pleasant, but her moans were even more seductive.

“Could you please masturbate with me, Mr. Naoyuki?”

I usually have phimosis, so my foreskin can’t slide back immediately, but due to a series of unexpected events, my glans suddenly popped out. Amidst Misa’s continuous moans, I ejaculated again.

Sigh… how could this happen? For my age, ejaculating twice a day is already considered reckless. The amount of semen has noticeably decreased. Just as I was regretting my foolishness, Misa reached her climax and shouted loudly.

“Naoki-kun, are you a sadist or a submissive?”

While I was hesitating, Misa took out handcuffs from her bag. I had never played with this kind of thing with Kanako before, but I knew that if she handcuffed me, I would definitely resist. After I made my stance clear, Misa said she would handcuff her later, and then took out several more tools from her bag. Following her instructions, I handcuffed Misa's hands behind her back, then blindfolded her, made her lie flat, and gently brushed her entire body with a brush.

As the brush tip crawled, Misa groaned and writhed loudly. Unable to withstand the stimulation of the lewd scene before him, his little brother actually got erect for the third time!

“Misa, I’m hard again…” “Please…please torture Misa properly…”

This is not a dream…this really is not a dream… I roughly turned Misa’s body over and forcefully shoved my penis into her small mouth. Amid coughing and groaning, I ejaculated for the third time in her mouth. Then I inserted the forked vibrator into Misa’s vagina and anus at the same time, and then used the vibrating egg to play with her nipples and clitoris, sending Misa to the ultimate climax two or three times in a row.

“Mr. Naoyuki, come on, please fuck Misa to death with your big cock!” The woman cried and howled, unable to distinguish between pleasure and pain.

I fixed the vibrating egg to her nipples with tape, inserted the vibrating egg into Misa’s anus, and then lifted her long legs and thrust my penis straight into her flower.

Finally, I ejaculated for the fourth time… (4)

I was awakened by a strange soft touch when I was fast asleep until the sun was high in the sky. Misa, her hands still cuffed, faced away from me, her soft buttocks pressed against my face.

"Please, good man!"

Hearing her lustful moans, my desire surged again.

"Please, give me one more time..."

Under the woman's constant seduction, we shared one last moment of pleasure. Misa assured me she had taken birth control pills and begged me to ejaculate my thinned semen deep into her uterus one last time. After removing Misa's handcuffs, she began to recount her unusual sexual fetishes. At first, my best friend was also deeply fascinated by this compulsive sexual behavior, but after a while, the passion faded. So, in the end, Misa asked my best friend to suggest this partner-swapping arrangement to me.

"Did I do okay?"

"Hmm, compared to my husband, Mr. Naoyuki, you're really big, I almost couldn't handle it..."

Although it was probably just social nicety, it still made me a little happy. We ended the night with a long, deep kiss.

Kanako, who didn't get home until later that evening, was beaming.

"Does Shinichiro really like your kind of oversized aircraft carrier?"

"I took everything he said all night as just social nicety, hahaha!"

Heh, I feel like I've heard similar lines somewhere before. Feeling relaxed, I asked a lewd question, wanting my wife to compare me and Shinichiro to see who was better. My wife gave me a strange, seductive look, smiling but not answering, only saying that they also used handcuffs, and that it had completely aroused her sexual fantasies.

"Hey, how about we try using them too?"

"So it's to handcuff you?"

"Idiot, it's to handcuff you!"

It seems my best friend got a good beating after being handcuffed by Kanako. Sigh, I don't even know who's the dominant and who's the submissive in my best friend and his wife's relationship anymore. But anyway, the thought that Kimura, that brat, would obediently let my sow handcuff him makes me excited. Just as agreed, the couple-swapping arrangement only happened once. The two families continued their usual interactions, and the underlying tension between the couples in both families seemed to have eased. The only change was that Misa became pregnant. My best friend said we had used contraception, so I shouldn't worry, but I still secretly wondered if he had some kind of physiological problem and was deliberately swapping partners to get my sperm. I still often had the wicked thought that it was my sperm that got the beautiful Misa pregnant. I excitedly imagined Kanako's huge ass riding on my face again tonight, almost suffocating while being forced to give her oral sex, her fat fingers digging into my anus while squeezing out my semen—I felt incredibly happy.

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