adulterous new wife

Chapter One: Honeymoon
(1)
"Are you happy?"
"And you?"
"My feelings are complicated. I don't know if this is the right thing to do."
"Me too."
"I wonder if they say the same thing?"
"Who knows!"
Kenzo nodded, glancing at Mei Hui's face, who was reclining in her chair next to him, wearing headphones and listening to music. It was impossible to tell if she was asleep or not.
The lights in the plane had dimmed, and a red blanket was placed over their legs.
"Let's rest for a bit too!"
Ryusuke, sitting next to them, reclined his chair, and Kenzo followed suit.
Now, two couples were on their honeymoon at the same time, their destination being Hawaii.
Under the blanket, he quietly placed his hand on the bride Mei Hui's leg. Mei Hui seemed to be asleep and didn't move.
He put on sunglasses, closed his eyes, and tried to sleep, but couldn't fall asleep. So Ryusuke thought of Ruoming next to him.
Kenzo and Ryusuke were classmates in college and good friends who had also participated in club activities together. Their partners were also juniors in the club, and they knew each other. However, their meeting was quite unusual. On the surface, they were a close couple, but the truth was completely different.
It was a secret between Kenzo and Ruoming; they had developed a physical relationship during their student days, and of course, repeated the same thing several times after graduation.
Although they were best friends' lovers, this was a different matter. In the end, Kenzo didn't marry Ruoming, but decided to marry Meihui, with whom he had never had a relationship.
Ruoming was charming in every way, but there was one thing that made him hesitate about marriage: Kenzo selfishly hoped that his wife would be a virgin. However, he was thinking about his past trysts with Ruoming, while Ryusuke, lying next to him, was completely unaware.
His hand reached under the bride Meihui's skirt, but he was thinking about Ruoming's full thighs, separated by a person, and those unique, powerfully contracting petals.
He felt that Ruoming's charm surpassed Meihui's. Meihui was a slender beauty, but her charm ended there, and she wasn't particularly gentle or had a beautiful temperament, nor was there any guarantee that her genitals were particularly well-formed. In fact, it hadn't been tested yet.
Regarding this, holding Ruoming in his arms was indeed very comfortable. Whether it was her waist or breasts, pressing against them gave him a sense of security, and her captivating lips brought him satisfaction.
Thinking about it, perhaps he should have chosen her; at this point, he felt a pang of regret for Ruoming's irresistible charm.
They even held their weddings on the same day and took the same flight to the same honeymoon destination. Since they shared the same friends, it was for convenience, and no one objected at the time.
Compared to Kenzo, Ryusuke was a rather rough-around-the-edges type. To put it kindly, he was bold and forthright; to put it bluntly, he was a bit slow-witted. But he had stamina, and in his imagination, he would have an energetic sex life. However
, Ruoming was somewhat dissatisfied with Ryusuke. But Kenzo was neurotic, so he was fixated on virginity, and perhaps it was this fixation that led him to make the wrong choice.
While caressing Meihui's slender legs, his hand finally slipped inside her skirt. She thought Meihui was asleep, but she wasn't; she gently took his hand and didn't push it away.
Perhaps feeling more at ease after marriage, she had an expression that seemed to suggest a desire to take things further. So, he reached his hand deeper, stroking the cleft of her vulva through her pantyhose.
But compared to Ruoming, Meihui's reaction was a bit slower, and because she was thin, her pubic bone was more prominent. Maybe that woman was better, Kenzo thought to himself as he stroked the cleft with his fingers.
Ryusuke seemed to be pretending to sleep as well, the two of them covered by a red blanket and making moves underneath. Their breathing had changed; Ruoming turned her body to the window, pretending to escape, but actually her lower body was close to Ryusuke.
(Damn it!) Kenzo almost gritted his teeth.
That breathing pattern, it was the same when he touched her clitoris before.
A larger clitoris, full, spiral-shaped petals, just the right amount of pubic hair, the feeling of licking the clitoris with his tongue, and the writhing of the petals—everything appeared vividly in his memory.
In comparison, although he hadn't seen Meihui clearly yet, he felt she was weaker, but he couldn't very well reach out to his friend's bride.
By this time, Kenzo was completely aroused. He boldly pulled down Meihui's pantyhose and reached inside. Meihui, who had so resolutely refused before the wedding, lay there motionless. He stroked the sparse pubic hair on the flat fabric, his fingers resting on the delicate petals of her vulva, like those of a young girl.
(How come she's wet like other women?) A strange dissatisfaction arose within him. With a "plop," he inserted his fingers into her vagina, touching her clitoris. While playing with his fingers, he pulled down his zipper, revealing his erect penis, which Meihui held in her palm. He had done this two or three times before the wedding. He
continued to pretend to be asleep. As he stroked her clitoris, Meihui's hand gripped his penis tightly, rubbing it despite her lack of skill. After all, she was still a virgin; he could slowly train her, turning a blunt instrument into a masterpiece.
The atmosphere between the two became increasingly strange. He wondered what Ruoming was thinking at this moment, whether she was thinking the same thing as him.
"To be honest, I like you more. I wish we had met sooner."
Thinking of her saying this while crying, he felt that life was really not going to be as he wished.
Moreover, he was touching Mei Hui's body now, but he was thinking about the location of other brides' moles, or the way they frowned during orgasm, the way they bit their lips, the way they hummed and wiggled their buttocks, the expression when they were riding horses, and the hazy look in their eyes. When he thought of this, he couldn't help but start to seriously think about what his wife would be like.
Then he regretted having a wedding together and going on a honeymoon together.
Just then, the lights came on and the announcement started, it seemed that they were about to arrive at the Hawaiian Islands.
Some people stood up and moved around, some people looked down from the plane window, the atmosphere inside the plane was restless, and Kenji was no longer in the mood to do that kind of thing.
(2)
Even so, the honeymoon trip was still very happy.
Ryusuke smiled and asked Kenji, "Are you asleep?"
"More or less, what about you?"
"Oh..." Ryusuke gave an ambiguous smile and pointed at Ruoming who was still pretending to be asleep.
"Is she tired?"
"Probably!" Ryusuke smiled again, just like before.
(Damn it!) Kenzo thought to himself that he had to worry about the future and observe Ryusuke's behavior in the coming days. They
went directly from the airport to the hotel. It was a group tour, and most of the passengers were newlyweds. After arriving at the hotel, they were immediately assigned rooms. After breakfast, some people had already put on their swimsuits and gone to Waikiki Beach.
Kenzo wasn't interested in that kind of thing and wanted to go to bed right away to experience the pleasures of their wedding night. But Miho said,
"Let's save it for tonight. I'm a virgin, and I can't go swimming after that." So the two of them cuddled and slept for two or three hours before changing into their swimsuits to enjoy the sea in front of the hotel, or the coconut trees or areca palms along the beach.
He knocked on the door of the next room, but no one answered. It seemed they had already gone to the beach.
White sand, green grass, the shade of coconut trees, and parasols swaying in the sea breeze. Men and women in various swimsuits, white, black, and yellow-skinned. There were busty women and skinny old ladies.
Ruoming lay on a white chair under a parasol, wearing sunglasses, her voluptuous body exposed, as Ryusuke applied sunscreen to her.
"Hi!" she greeted them.
It was a swimsuit with a rather high slit, her pubic hair probably showing, so she'd probably shaved quite a bit!
Meihui, of course, wasn't going to be outdone, wearing a pink swimsuit, but in this setting, only a voluptuous body could attract attention.
Ruoming's breasts were no less impressive than those of the white women whose breasts were almost completely exposed.
"I knocked on your door earlier, but there was no answer." "Sorry! Sorry! I was taking a nap." "So you were enjoying yourselves." Ryusuke said in a nonchalant tone.
"That's really harsh, we're still virgins!" Meihui blushed and glared at Ryusuke.
"Oh! That's a good thing!" Ruoming said sarcastically.
"How are you two doing?"
"We came here to enjoy surfing to the fullest." Ryusuke continued applying sunscreen to Ruoming's body, a gesture of affection that seemed almost provocative.
"Let me apply it for you too!" Kenzo had no choice but to say this to Miho.
"Okay, then I'll leave it to you."
He moved a deck chair next to Ruoming, letting Miho, who was wearing a red swimsuit, lie down. Standing side by side like this, their bodies looked noticeably thinner. This made the things they had lost seem even more precious.
Regret was useless now; they could only comfort themselves by thinking that their bride was a virgin.
Speaking of virgins, Ruoming hadn't been a virgin since high school, before she met Ryusuke or Kenzo. From this perspective, she felt somewhat sorry for Ryusuke, who hadn't yet experienced the taste of virginity. When the two women ran into the sea together with lifebuoys, she asked Ryusuke quite bluntly.
"How was it? Any thoughts?"
"Ruoming is a good woman. How was it for you? Did you get past the final hurdle?" "No, not yet. I'll enjoy it tonight." "So you're quite petty." "No, she insisted on saving it for our honeymoon, so I just had to touch her briefly." "I see. So you can't wait for tonight, can you?" "More or less. What it tastes like, sweet or sour, you'll only know after you've tasted it." "Ruoming and I dated before we got married, so we already know whether it's sweet or sour." "Oh..." Kenzo smiled smugly to himself, wishing he could tell him, "I know what it tastes like too." It really did taste like a ripe mango.
"Have you ever experienced a virgin?" Kenzo asked Ryusuke with a victor's tone.
"It seems like I have, but it also seems like I haven't," Ryusuke replied ambiguously.
"What does this mean? It still doesn't work out, right?"
"Well... she said she was a virgin, but she didn't bleed. It seems like there are a lot of virgins who don't bleed lately." "Is that so? A lot of girls use this excuse to always say they are virgins. Was it smooth sailing back then?" "She showed some pain." "If she pretends to be in pain, we won't be able to tell." Kenzo deliberately said something to spoil Ryusuke's mood.
"What are you talking about?" The two women returned.
Indeed, judging from the current situation, Ryusuke and Ruoming seem to be like-minded and look very happy.
Kenzo and Meihui still feel a little unfamiliar because they haven't crossed the final line between men and women.
They hope to cross that line soon and look forward to the night coming soon.
(3)
On the wedding night, when men and women enter the final barrier, they will indeed feel serious, and at the same time, they will be filled with unease and anticipation.
However, when a man sees Meihui waiting there naked with her eyes closed, sucking her breasts, spreading her long legs, and pointing his erect penis at her, he will feel serious.
Ideally, it should be done smoothly and without causing the other person pain, under a serious mindset.
"Don't be nervous, just be natural, that way it won't hurt too much." "Okay, be gentle." He pressed down on her lower abdomen, pushing towards the slit of flesh, feeling a rebounding force.
(So this is the power of a virgin.) He thought to himself as he continued to push.
"Ah...ah..." Meihui screamed, then frowned and twisted her upper body, trying to escape upwards.
"No...no..."
Of course, Kenzo couldn't let her escape, so he grabbed her slender waist and pulled hard. In that instant, it was as if a lid had popped open, the glans sank in, and then it slipped smoothly into the root.
"Mmm..." Meihui let out a soft moan, and then her body stopped moving.
(That was amazing!) Kenzo thought this was the moment of breaking the hymen, and he was deeply moved.
Meihui seemed to faint, closing her eyes and even stopping breathing.
"Hey!" He called out in Meihui's ear.
"Mmm..."
Seeing Meihui sigh, Kenzo also breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, with trepidation, he began thrusting. Surprisingly, Miho didn't cry out in pain anymore; she lay there motionless.
It felt very tight there, and as he continued, perhaps due to excitement, her arousal intensified. However, fearing she might get pregnant on her first time, Kenzo immediately pulled out his penis and tried to see if there was any blood. But there was no bleeding. A
sense of unease settled in, and a dark cloud hung over him.
"No bleeding? Are you really a virgin?"
Miho didn't answer.
"Strange, very strange. If you were truly a virgin, there should be bleeding." "But I've heard that some women don't bleed." "But that's rare!" Because he had always emphasized virginity, this matter lingered in his mind.
"No, it's still strange. Is it really possible that not a single drop of blood comes out? Thinking back, you had close relationships with Saeki or Yamaguchi during your school days." Kenzo recalled Miho's many boyfriends, all of whom were club members. Thinking about it now, talking about virginity seemed utterly ridiculous. Moreover, if Ming is like that, she had a relationship with me and then went on her honeymoon with Ryusuke without a care.
His distrust of women increased his suspicion. He originally thought that the woman who belonged to him alone was a pure woman, but now he began to feel that Meihui was a woman who had been corrupted by other men.
Kenzo stopped what he was doing, calmed himself down, and lay down and pulled the blanket over his head.
(4)
"Now, we need to figure out what needs to be figured out. Actually, I'm not a person who is very particular about virginity. It doesn't matter if she's not a virgin." Kenzo made himself sound like a very understanding person, but Kenzo himself knew that it was a mask.
"Of course I'm a virgin. I've said it before."
"But I don't think a virgin would act like that. When we first started dating, you immediately let me touch you, and then said, 'Save it for marriage.' That's strange. If you were a real virgin, you wouldn't be that calm." "Everyone is different." "Just be honest. Was it Yamamoto-senpai? I've suspected him for a long time." "How can you say such things now? It's an insult to women." Kenzo was speechless: "I just want to know the truth." "Is that so? I guess... I'm half a virgin!" "Half a virgin?" "Yes." "What does that mean?"
"Well... I guess I've done something like what you just did." "So you mean you penetrated, but didn't ejaculate?" "..." That's equivalent to losing her virginity. Kenzo felt a surge of anger, but getting angry like this would be ungentlemanly.
A strange sense of pride suddenly made Kenzo smile and say, "Was that person Kida?" Kenzo mentioned his senior's name.
"Probably!"
"I knew it."
But Kida had already graduated and was working in a factory in another city. They hadn't seen each other since graduation, and Kenzo inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.
"How did that happen?"
"Well... it was when I went to his apartment."
"When?" "
In my second year, it was New Year's. He didn't go home because of his graduation thesis. I felt sorry for him, so I gave him some rice cakes and New Year's dishes. Then we started drinking." "Oh, so you liked him." "More or less!" "Did he suddenly pounce on you?" "I forget what it was like..." He tilted his head as if trying to remember.
Kenzo started getting impatient again: "What were you wearing that day?"
"Because it was New Year's, I was wearing a kimono."
"You were showing it off to him,
weren't you?" "A little bit! But because I was wearing a kimono, I didn't go all the way." "Why?" "Because once I untied the obi, I couldn't put it back on. He pushed me down and reached under the hem of my kimono. Although he pulled down my briefs, it wasn't easy to take them off. He barely managed to push them down, and when I said I was afraid of getting my kimono dirty, he didn't ejaculate." "Did you bleed that time?" "Just a little bit." The regret of being beaten to it made him angry, but he still smiled and said, "Anyway, he didn't ejaculate?" "Yes!" "That's how it was that day, but there's always next time!" Miho fell silent again. They wouldn't graduate for another two months, so it wouldn't be surprising if all sorts of things continued to happen between them.
"What happened after that? We should talk about this properly." Kenzo said in a gentle tone.
"I went to his apartment a few times after that, but we just touched each other and agreed to save it for marriage." "It seems like my situation." "Pretty much." "Why didn't you get married?" "He left Tokyo." "So you replaced me?!"
"No, that's not it."
"And then he said the same thing to me again."
It turns out that what I thought was a new product turned out to be a used one. But it's no use saying that now. Seeing that she refused premarital sex, I thought she was a real virgin, but it turns out that it's the opposite situation.
Kenzo roared in his heart: "Damn it! Damn it!" Then, he could only comfort himself: They are the same.
(5)
In the room on the other side, Ruo Ming and Ryusuke must have had a good time.
Let Ryusuke suck on her big breasts and let him lick her clitoris. Let her scream in ecstasy and express her joy with her whole body!
If that's the case, that woman seems to be the same as any man. She probably completely forgot about me now and only knows how to have sex with Ryusuke.
After thinking about this, I really couldn't stay calm. I gave up on myself and pounced on the bride, Mie.
He had been cautious just now, but now that he knew she wasn't a virgin, he used rough movements to press down on her.
He entered smoothly, and Miho even knew to wiggle her hips to welcome him.
"Are you sexy?"
"Mmm!"
"Judging by this, you've had quite a lot of training from that kid Kida, haven't you?" "Nothing like that!" "Without that, this wouldn't be possible." "Of course, a little. But he said, 'This will actually make things easier when we get married.'" "What? How dare he say something like that!" Kenzo grew increasingly angry, and in an instant, the thought, 'I don't want to give this kind of woman pleasure,' arose, leading to unilateral action. So, he ignored Miho's "No!" and "I can't ejaculate yet!" and, after finishing unilaterally, left the room: "I'm going swimming." When he reached the courtyard, there was a man standing there looking at the sea at night. Upon closer inspection, it was Ryusuke.
"Hey! What are you doing here at this hour?"
He assumed he was currently engaged in intense activity, but instead, he was standing there alone.
"So, why are you here?"
"Because serving women is such a hassle." Kenzo said this and sat down next to Ryusuke.
"That's true, men are probably all clowns!"
Seeing Ryusuke's serious expression, Kenzo was startled: "Why are you saying that?" "I was proudly telling her how popular I was with women in my student days, but after I said that, she proudly said it too." "What?" "I never imagined that my bride would have relationships with seniors like Yamashita and Kida, and even junior Kato." "Is that true?" Kenzo was afraid she would reveal his name, and was also surprised by the number of men.
"I really didn't expect those people to come to our wedding ceremony. I was so careless... But..." Ryusuke finished speaking and stared at Kenzo. Kenzo hurriedly said, "I didn't do that kind of thing." "I mean, your wife seems to be quite... in that regard. Women seem to be able to keep each other's secrets." "Did your wife say anything about Mie?" "Probably something like that!" At this moment, a smile appeared on Ryusuke's face. '
Judging from this, Mie has quite a few friends. Maybe Ryusuke is one of them.' Kenzo thought of himself and Ruoming and felt flustered.
"At this point, the more companions the better. We men should drink to that, and then you and I will switch rooms!"
Chapter 2 Erotic Game
(1)
"The bride is going to give me a blowjob right away. I'm so touched." Although he said that, his feelings were still complicated.
"Don't you like it?"
"How could I!"
Uemura Haruki stopped talking and let the bride do as she pleased.
This was the first night of their honeymoon. They were getting married purely through arranged marriage. They got married after knowing each other for only three months, so of course, physical intimacy was out of the question during that time. However, on their wedding night, while the groom offered oral sex and she nodded in agreement, he immediately responded with a full-blown blowjob, leaving him with a lingering thought.
He didn't expect the bride to be a virgin; it was as natural as bathing together and touching her there, where penetration was effortless, one finger becoming two. But Haruki had considerable experience with women and wasn't in a position to be picky on this issue.
However, when it came to marriage, he still wanted a "newcomer." Demanding beauty, a good figure, and virginity might be too greedy, especially since they were both already twenty-eight. Yet, while performing such a perfect blowjob felt pleasurable, the feeling inside was different.
At first, everyone is apprehensive; teeth will rub against each other, and it takes time to master the art of oral sex, sometimes even requiring guidance. Licking from the back, swirling the tongue around, or blowing air on it—when you're enjoying this technique, it's hard not to want to talk.
"You seem very confident."
"Confident? But these things are only good if both of us are comfortable, right? You…you did a great job just now." "That's true, skill is better than clumsiness." Of course, he couldn't blame her, so he could only say things against his will, but the bride, Hao Mei, took his words seriously: "I was so moved just now, I almost fainted." Hao Mei thanked him for his oral sex.
It seemed they were both experts on their wedding night, and now there was no need to pretend. Thinking that the other was an expert, Chun Shu felt that being too hasty was pointless and decided to take it slow. Chun Shu took out a beer from the refrigerator, and the two toasted again, but this time they were both naked.
"I'm so grateful you agreed to marry me. When we met on our blind date, I was so worried about being rejected. Ever since that day, I've been wondering what kind of woman you are." "Thank you! I'm the same as you." Hao Mei smiled and nodded.
It's one of those advantages that two people of roughly the same age and experience share this bond. However, Chun Shu felt somewhat guilty for lying, but controlled the feeling and continued, "I think that once I'm twenty-eight, I can't keep putting it off. Do you feel the same way?" "Marriage is a woman's final destination; without it, she feels insecure." "Men feel the same way." "You've met many women; what do you think is so good about me?" "Everything's good, at least during the blind date phase. And what about you?" "Me too." "You don't need to say nice things, but you've met men better than me in the past, haven't you?" "I can't say." You... "What?" "If it's a particular strength, like being able to cook or waking up early." "I don't seem to have much confidence in that area." "However, there should be a big age difference between women with more experience and men with more experience." "Is that so?" "Women tend to have relationships with older men, while men are the opposite." "But I've heard that recently there have also been many men having relationships with older women." "Really? But it's not as serious as with women, is it? Take you for example, young men certainly like you, but there are also quite a few men in the company who are at least section chief level who have approached you, right?" "That's..." She blushed and smiled.
"It's what you call a twisted relationship."
"Well, there are men like that, too."
"See, I told you so!"
"You're so annoying."
Kōmi's face turned even redder, but Haruki pretended not to care and said, "What about these men?
They're all seasoned veterans, their skills must be excellent, right?"
"But, those men aren't marriage partners."
"Of course. So there's no mental pressure when dating them, and they're young, which is an advantage." "Maybe that's true..." "Men are the same way; older widows are very considerate." "Have you ever had a relationship with a widow?" "Oh, um..." Haruki said defiantly.
"How old was that person?"
"I think it was forty-three or forty-four!"
"Oh, quite an old lady."
"No, no! A woman is at her prime at forty."
"How is that possible?"
"Why not? You could say it's the ripening stage. A woman's true awakening to sex seems to occur after she's had two or three children." "You're lying!" "I think it's true. Compared to her, young girls have no flavor at all. People like her truly enjoy physical intercourse. Her husband died in a car accident, and she hadn't been with a man for three years, so the first time, she said that thinking about it made her body tremble." "Isn't that an exaggeration?" "No, it seems to be true. She can handle any position, whether it's rear-entry, riding, or adult toys. She
even tells young people like me, 'I can't teach you too much, you'll get addicted,' so she didn't teach me any techniques. But she has one set in the bath, another in bed, and yet another in the car. A veteran is truly different." "Really?" Hao Mei made a disappointed expression.
'Serves me right, I won!' Haruki thought with a hint of pride,
"Men are the same even at forty." Hao Mei suddenly made an expression as if she were recalling the past.
Haruki felt a surge of excitement, but deliberately said, "Are you referring to technique? But men rely on energy, not as much as men in their twenties." "It's not about strength, it's about technique." "What kind of technique?" "There are many." "What kind of many? Tell me!" "How can you talk about that?" "What's wrong with talking about it? We're already husband and wife." "That's true." Hao Mei thought for a moment and said, "It's like a finger or a tongue, they're completely different." "How are they different?" "Well..." Hao Mei's face turned red again.
Chunshu continued to press, "What exactly is it?"
"Even a single finger can cause a vibration."
"How is that possible? A finger can't cause a vibration, right?"
"Of course it's possible. It really does produce an electric shock sensation. And it touches various places at the same time, and the way it touches them is different. Sometimes it feels like a brush tip sweeping across, sometimes like a needle pricking, and the way it uses its tongue is also different." "What's different? Is it the clitoris or labia, or the breasts?" "And other places." "Are there that many places?" "Never mind if you don't know." "Tell me!" "No, you should research that kind of thing yourself!" "You seem to be sulking." "There's no point in talking about this, is there?" "Yeah!" Chunshu felt like she had been doused with cold water, but she couldn't stop now. "Let's take another shower to warm up before we come back." To change the mood, she said in a cheerful tone.
(2)
If she is an experienced bride, the beginning is the most important. No matter what, she must not be looked down upon. Haruki boldly had his bride stand in the bathtub, saying, "Let me see you again!" While showering, he carefully observed the curves from her breasts to her buttocks.
Her breasts were larger and more beautiful than most, her buttocks equally large, and her face had a few freckles, which only added to her sexiness; her skin was fair.
Haruki could say he longed to marry her because of her breasts and buttocks, and now he was about to admire them.
Several men had already tasted this fruit, and he was about to taste the same fruit they had tasted.
Now it was going to be his wife, but the thought of several men having already tasted it brought a touch of regret, yet he couldn't let that deter him; he still wanted to taste it.
But in Haruki's mind, images of other men sucking on her beautiful breasts, embracing her large buttocks, and penetrating her from behind, and how beautiful she reacted, flashed through his mind. A flame of jealousy ignited within him, but this feeling also caused his penis to suddenly become erect.
He wondered what Beautiful would think of his manhood; Haruki felt his penis was no less impressive than others, but he didn't want to give her any first impression.
He lathered up with soap, then massaged her breasts, applying foam to her back and buttocks before embracing her tightly, rubbing their bodies together in the smooth foam. As their genitals began to touch, she grasped his penis, then boldly placed one leg on the edge of the bathtub, rubbing the man's glans against her crotch. "Ah..." she murmured, her eyes narrowing.
"So good...so...so good..." Haruki whispered, biting Yoshimi's ear.
"What are you best at?"
"For example, a vigorous rear-entry is my specialty."
"Oh..."
"Shall we use this for our wedding night?"
"Hehehe!"
"What are you laughing at? This is a memorable chapter in our marriage. What do you like?" "I agree, it's just a little embarrassing to start in that position." "What does it matter?" "Okay! Maybe this way we'll never forget." "It's decided, let's do it here!" "Okay!" Hao Mei nodded.
Immediately, she placed her hands on the edge of the bathtub and raised her buttocks. Hao Mei's buttocks, after the hot shower, were a light pink, a feeling full of sensuality, making her want to rub her face against them immediately. The feeling was like a large, ripe peach, anticipating a sweet and sour taste. Touching her full buttocks, wanting to give her a decisive blow from behind, Chun Shu's heart was filled with excitement.
Knowing so much about the bride's past, he couldn't help but think about it. On one hand, he wondered how he could marry such a woman, but on the other hand, he felt that she was such a good woman, and it was understandable that she had such a past.
He spread her labia apart and inserted his erect penis. Although it felt a little narrow, it went smoothly, and he even felt a little bit of being sucked in. He penetrated to the root, "Mmm..." Hao Mei groaned first, then arched her buttocks even higher, "Ah..." Hao Mei sighed deeply again.
At this moment, Chun Shu began to thrust, their breathing naturally synchronized, both experienced and able to grasp the right timing. It inevitably felt like playing in a Thai bath, but that was no longer important.
Chun Shu still held her firm, elastic buttocks tightly and continued to move. He used his fingers to gently sweep across her buttocks like a brush, "Ah...so comfortable...good...so good..." Hao Mei muttered to herself, her face turned forward.
At this moment, Chun Shu stroked her plump buttocks while wondering who she was thinking of, who was penetrating her from behind? Perhaps she was thinking of a man she had loved in the past, and doubt arose in her heart.
"Ah...touch down there!" "
Down there?"
"Yes!"
But Chun Shu couldn't immediately understand what he wanted her to do.
At this moment, Hao Mei reached down to her genitals and stroked her clitoris, and in that instant, Hao Mei's vagina began to contract.
"Hmm...so that's how it is." Haruki uttered some boastful words, completely unaware that his anus was a sensitive spot. Who taught her that? Was it a man much older than her? Was she currently thinking about being penetrated by that man?
'Damn it! Damn it!' he thought as he thrust frantically.
"Can we change to a riding position?"
"That's impossible in the bath."
"Then let's go back to bed!"
"That's better."
Sex should always take its time, ending satisfyingly. Being too hasty will make the other person look down on you.
Both of them wrapped large bath towels around their waists and returned to bed. "This is our memorable bed, now what do you want to do?" Hao Mei seemed increasingly bold. Did she think that the bolder she was, the happier the man would be? If it were a twisted relationship, maybe that would be true! But on their wedding night, the feelings were much more complicated.
Haruki decided not to bring it up. Lying on his back on the bed, Hao Mei knelt between his legs and began to give him oral sex. Her tongue technique seemed to be getting more and more skillful, probably because of the praise she had just received. She moved in and out of her mouth, using not only her tongue but also the roof of her mouth.
Then she used her huge breasts to clamp and rub his penis; the pleasure from that soft feeling was completely different from blowjobs. But seeing his penis sandwiched between her soft breasts, Haruki thought of how many penises had rubbed against this spot, ejaculating sticky semen here.
As he made an expression of ecstasy, Haomei straddled his penis, lowering her ripe, peach-like buttocks.
Enjoying the melting sensation in her hot, wet vagina, her buttocks began to sway up and down and side to side. He lifted her breasts from below and began to rub them; they were heavy and elastic.
It was hard to believe that such a woman had never married. Thinking this, Haruki looked at her; Haomei leaned forward, closed her eyes, and wore an expression of ecstasy, her thoughts unknown.
"Touch here!" Haomei pulled Haruki's hand to her clitoris.
As he rubbed her clitoris, the contractions inside her vagina became even stronger. As Haruki let out a loud moan, his buttocks not only moved up and down, but also began to rotate left and right.
"Ah..." Haruki trembled as he felt the sensation in his flesh hole and began to thrust his buttocks upward, but Hao Mei had complete control. He thought to himself that this woman really knew how to do it, and at the same time felt very satisfied.
Soon, he felt that the scene before his eyes had become colorful, and the two of them raised their pitches almost at the same time.
"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum..." Hao Mei swayed her upper body, and the rotation of her buttocks became more intense. Haruki responded by thrusting his buttocks upward with all his might.
(3)
"How was it? Was it good? Did you pass?"
"Yes, it was a perfect score of 100."
"Thank you!" "What
about me?"
"You..." Hao Mei smiled and deliberately pretended to be thinking.
Haruki was also smiling, but he felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart and felt pain: "You didn't even get a passing score?" "That's not possible." "Then why can't you answer?" "But this kind of thing can't be graded, right?" "Of course not." Although he said that, he still felt a little resentful. Therefore, a joking reply would at least give him a way out: "It seems like our relationship is turning into a woman on top." "Is that not okay?" "No, it's not." "Actually, I prefer being on top." "Okay! I'll have to be on the bottom for now." It seemed that she had been in control of this marriage from the very beginning. At this moment, it seemed she could understand Hao Mei's intentions in refusing to have sex with him, even refusing a kiss, until their wedding night. Unlike those inexperienced young girls, she held on tightly to what was right and refused to sell herself cheaply.
Realizing this now was indeed a little too late. However, at this point, only appropriate cooperation might lessen the mental burden. This was the judgment Haruki made in that instant.
"I'm not a good cook."
"So you prefer working?"
"Probably!"
Since we'll be working together anyway, there's no need to hesitate about this: "Then, I'll cook. I'm not very good at it, but I enjoy it." "That's wonderful!" "But in terms of sex, you have to satisfy me properly." "I know that." "I wish you could teach me more." "Actually, I don't have that much skill." "Not at all, it's a good thing to feel happy every day." "Do you really think that way?" "Of course!" Since we're the same age, it's not wrong to act cute: "Don't abandon me." "How could I abandon you? I would never do such a thing." "That puts my mind at ease." Haruki hugged me again; now that things have come to this, there's no need to be polite anymore.
"I want to do it again, let me do it!" She said in a cute tone, snuggling into the blanket and immediately kissing my vulva.
"Ouch...it's so itchy..."
"I won't let go, I won't leave...I'm a big octopus." She sucked hard while licking my clitoris with her tongue.
"Mmm..." Yomi moaned as she parted her legs, straining her body as a strong, salty nectar flowed from her opening, mixed with Haruki's semen. Haruki's tongue tasted these substances, and he felt a strange mix of emotions, a touch of jealousy in his heart. He couldn't help but press harder with his tongue.
Women are generally more forgiving of men's mistakes and tend to choose men who can bring them to orgasm. As long as they are satisfied each time, they won't dwell on the past. Hao Mei is this type of woman. She doesn't seem to care about Chun Shu's past, and her standard is whether she receives love now and whether a man is infatuated with her.
Seeing Chun Shu's complete devotion to her, Hao Mei is very satisfied, taking his penis in her mouth and caressing it. Her technique is indeed excellent. Chun Shu, who used to frequent Thai bathhouses, finds her technique comparable to those Thai bathhouse girls. Judging from her skillful movements, she should be able to put on or take off a condom with her mouth.
Chun Shu feels that Hao Mei is not a simple woman, and that she has a relationship with his boss at work. Since that's the case, they might continue to have this relationship in the future.
Thinking of this, Chun Shu feels somewhat resigned. He doesn't just suck on the petals, but also on the base of her snow-white thighs, thinking he should leave a hickey there.
She hasn't realized his meaning yet: "More... more licking." She even wants him to lick her anus. Haruki complied, of course, and Hao Mei let out a scream as her neck tightened.
(4)
A woman who knows everything. Haruki took this as her fate and ate breakfast at the hotel with her usual expression.
"Can you give me some time today?"
"What do you want?"
"There's a classmate of mine from my school days around here, so..."
"Is the classmate male or female?"
"Of course she's female. She's a teacher now, and I haven't seen her since graduation. Is that okay?" After she said that, there was no way to refuse.
She said that they had already arranged to meet at 1 p.m., and that it would take about 30 minutes by car.
Although she agreed, Haruki suddenly felt uneasy after Hao Mei actually left. Was she really a female classmate? Maybe she was on her honeymoon with a former lover. She was the kind of woman who could very well do such a thing. But the hickey she left on her inner thigh last night seemed to be the only thing she could hope that wouldn't happen.
When the bride returned after dinner, Haruki couldn't wait to make her request.
"What's wrong with you? At least let me take a nice bath by myself, okay?" But Chunshu still rushed into the bathtub, pleading, "I'm tired of waiting for you, my blood is rushing to my head.
Please, please."
He forced her to turn around, intending to penetrate her from behind. This method could also check yesterday's hickeys and whether there were any traces left by a past lover. Handprints or hickeys often appear in unexpected places.
When she stuck her head between her legs to examine the hickeys on her inner thighs, she was truly shocked. Yesterday's hickey was on her left leg, but there was also a light red hickey on her right leg. Yesterday's had already turned black, but the one on the right was still very red, it was new!
She felt angry, but was it okay to ask now? If she did that, it would be a complete breakdown.
She had spent a lot of money on the wedding and invited relatives and friends to attend, and then divorced after the honeymoon, it would be so embarrassing.
She even thought about getting her money back, like she had paid for a Thai massage, "Here I come!" she said and "plop" inserted herself.
This is the third time since last night. Each time it costs 10,000 yuan, totaling 30,000 yuan. The wedding ceremony cost about 1.5 million yuan. In order to recoup this cost, I must not divorce this year: "I have to close my eyes to those things and work hard to earn back my cost." Haruki hugged his peach-like buttocks tightly, enjoying the fleshy feeling, and felt that it would be a pity to ejaculate like this, so he had to really enjoy it. At the same time, he shouted in his heart: "I want to pimp, I will not break up with you, I will earn back my cost with interest!"
Chapter 3 Dangerous Wedding Night
(1)
"We are already married. It is boring to use the same pattern every time, let's change the way tonight!" "How to change it?" "Come here for a moment!" Kiriko, who had just finished taking a shower and was sitting in front of the dressing table in her pajamas, waved to him.
"What is it?"
He walked over and put his hand on Kiriko's shoulder from behind. Kiriko had short hair.
"Why don't you put on some makeup too?"
"Me?"
"Yeah, you might even become a beauty!"
"Really?"
"Let's try!"
Kiriko immediately picked up the foundation, stood up from the chair, and then told him to sit down.
"I feel weird."
Even so, he was still curious about how he would look after makeup.
He had an oval face and fair skin; maybe he would become a beauty.
"Wow! That's great!"
He applied foundation all over his face, then powder and lipstick, and then drew his eyebrows.
Seeing the transformation in the mirror, he felt a strange sense of intoxication.
She was a more sexy woman than he had imagined.
"Will I be this beautiful?"
"Very feminine, that's wonderful. Tonight, you're the bride." "Then Kiriko, you're the groom!" "I've always wanted to be a man. Make yourself up like a man!" Kiriko pushed him away, sat down in the chair, and did her makeup like an actor.
Kiriko, who already had a larger frame, quickly became a handsome man.
"I never thought that both men and women could change so much after makeup." "Right, we need to change our voices and attitudes too." Kiriko lowered her voice and said in a masculine tone.
"Okay! I'll start being a woman now. Let's switch our names too! I'm Kiriko, and you're Masakazu. Come hug me!" Masakazu said in a soft voice.
"How scary."
Even though she said that, Kiriko seemed quite interested.
"Okay, come over here."
Kiriko pulled him to the bed.
"Hey, Kiriko, do you love me?"
"I love you, I love you!" "
Really? Then come kiss this big thing of mine!"
"I want it, I want it."
Masakazu said in a woman's voice. He felt like he had really become a woman and immediately kissed Kiriko's big breasts.
"I don't have any of these, so how about wearing a bra? And panties too, everything will change, maybe it will look even more different." "That's true, then let's start over!" Kiriko put on Masakazu's pajamas, and Masakazu put on Kiriko's pink semi-transparent pajamas.
(2)
"You look so adorable, Kiriko, do you like me?" Kiriko said as she sat on the bed, stroking Shoichi's breasts, which were covered by a bra, from behind.
The two of them looked at the mirror on the dressing table at the same time.
The only difference between a real man and a woman is that Shoichi, wearing a small pair of panties, had a penis bulging between his legs. But that kind of thing was no longer important. Kiriko was stroking Shoichi's crotch, doing exactly what she wanted. At the same time, she licked his neck with her tongue or gently bit his earlobe.
"Ah...so sexy...ah..." Shoichi murmured as if talking to himself.
Dressed as a woman, his skin, though that of a man, unexpectedly elicited a sensual response.
"It feels so good..."
Kiriko continued to pull open his pajamas, licking them with her tongue, while simultaneously reaching under the hem of the pajamas to rub his erect penis against his briefs.
Stimulated from both ends, "Ah...good...it's so sexy..." Shoichi writhed, his face truly resembling that of a seductive woman.
"By the way, maybe it'll look even better if I put a wig on you next time."
"Yes!
Let's do it like this forever!" "No, only occasionally." Kiriko replied, making Shoichi lie on his back, removing his briefs, and immediately kissing his erect penis.
"Ah...so good, so good..."
Kiriko also reached out and touched his breasts through his bra, making Shoichi feel as if he truly had breasts, his erect penis receiving varying degrees of caressing from Kiriko's mouth.
"Hey, it's time to do mine too." Kiriko suddenly said.
She stood up and removed her pajamas, revealing a naked female body in the mirror, but her attitude was rude.
"Come lick it!" she said, then pounced on him in a 69 position.
Her labia looked like the mouth of a bearded man. Her labia pressed against Zheng Yi's mouth, forcing him to stick out his tongue and lick.
Kiriko pulled open Zheng Yi's semi-transparent nightgown and immediately swallowed his exposed penis.
"Ah...good...good..." Zheng Yi, playing the woman, felt more and more like a woman.
Finally, they changed positions. Zheng Yi, wearing a pink nightgown, lay on his back, with Kiriko riding on top, shaking her huge breasts and rotating her hips.
"Is it good? Is it beautiful?"
"Darling, it's so good..."
"Okay, then, I'll make you cum..." Kiriko said, drawing circles back and forth with fast and slow movements. Zheng Yi's penis was inserted into Kiriko's vagina, being rubbed and twisted, almost reaching its climax.
"Ah...darling...so good...let me cum..." Zheng Yi screamed wildly.
Kiriko's upper body also arched backward, still desperately twisting her hips up, down, left, and right.
"Ah...okay...darling..." Zheng Yi expressed his pleasure in a woman's sobbing voice.
At that moment, a white light appeared before their eyes, and their bodies seemed to fly into the sky.
(3)
Zheng Yi and Kiriko spent their wedding night in a hotel in Tokyo. The next day, they flew to Komatsu Airport in the Hokuriku region and stayed overnight at a hot spring in the mountains. They planned to visit Kanazawa the next day and then sit at Wakura Onsen in Noto.
"Why don't we continue our trip like last night!"
Following Kiriko's suggestion, Zheng Yi dressed as a woman and Kiriko dressed as a man and departed from Haneda Airport.
Of course, their attire was much more elaborate than the night before. Kiriko wore black pants and a white oversized shirt, which concealed her breasts. Moreover, her hair was already short, and after makeup, she looked like a man to anyone.
Zheng Yi was two years younger than Kiriko and had a small frame. His former friends had given him the nickname "sissy," so with a wig, he completely transformed into a woman.
They were a perfect match, and this made them look like a real couple.
At the airport, they registered their names, naturally writing each other's names. No one on the ground staff noticed, and neither did the flight attendants.
There were three seats in a row; Kiriko sat by the window, then Shoichi. The seat furthest from the aisle was occupied by a man with sunglasses, a permed hairstyle, and a thug-like appearance.
Shoichi sat in the middle, and the man seemed to mistake him for a woman.
"Miss, where are you going?"
"Yes, I'm going to Yamanaka Onsen."
"Oh, me too. Let me show you the way; my car is at the airport." "Thank you, but no need. We're on our honeymoon." "Ah, this is your husband. You two are a perfect match. You can ride together in my car. Which hotel would you like to stay at?" "Senzan-so..." "I know the location. Let's decide!" At this moment, Kiriko nudged Shoichi with her elbow, signaling him to refuse.
"Thank you for your kindness, but..."
"Why? Don't mention it. Taking a taxi costs money, and I live right next to Senzan-so." After he said that, there was no way to refuse.
"Well then, thank you for your trouble," Shoichi had no choice but to say.
The man who said his name was Kuroki kept flirting with Shoichi: "How old is the bride?" "Twenty-three." "So young and beautiful. How old are you, sir?" "Twenty-five." The age was correct. But when the man touched Shoichi's hand without regard for others, Shoichi, dressed in a Western-style dress, not only felt itchy but also felt terrified.
"I work as a chef at a hotel, would you like to stay at my place?"
It was hard to tell if he was being friendly or coercive, but this way, although he was nervous, he wouldn't be bored until they arrived at Komatsu Airport.
"Don't be so polite, come on, get in the car!" After arriving at the airport, he immediately took them to the parking lot, and Shoichi and Kiriko had no choice but to get in the car.
"Don't always be so attached to your wife, ma'am, sit here!" Kuroki, who was forcing Shoichi to sit in the passenger seat, mistook Shoichi for a woman, so Kiriko had to sit in the back seat.
The car immediately drove towards the mountain hot spring.
"Sir, you're so lucky to have such a beautiful wife. I'm still a bachelor!" "So you're not married yet." "I'm over thirty, and I'm so lonely!" As she spoke, she lightly touched Zheng Yi's leg, who was sitting in the assistant's seat. "Did you two fall in love and get married? Madam, you have a really nice body." "Really..." "Of course, your breasts must be big too, right?" "This..." "They're just my type!" "Oh..." "I love women with your figure. If I had met you earlier, you might be mine." "You're joking." "I'm serious." As she spoke, she tried to slip her hand under Zheng Yi's skirt. Zheng Yi was wearing pantyhose.
"When was the wedding?"
"Yesterday."
"Even though it's a new marriage, you must have been pretty much done before the wedding, right?" "You're joking again..." "I'm not joking. Who's a fool these days who hasn't done it before marriage?" "Of course." Kiriko, sitting in the back seat, couldn't help but say that.
"So, how many times did you two have sex yesterday?"
"We were already tired of it before the wedding, so..."
Saying such a dangerous thing, and having his private parts touched, Masakazu was very worried that he would find out that he was a man.
If his breasts were touched suddenly, he would be exposed.
Masakazu was a man after all, and he did not have a sense of crisis about his chastity, but he was afraid of being discovered.
(4)
Kuroki, who had permed his hair, was still very polite and took them to visit famous temples such as Nada-ji Temple on the way to Yamanaka Onsen. After gradually understanding his personality, he did not seem like a bad person.
It takes about 20 or 30 minutes to get from there to Yamanaka Onsen, in the mountains along the Daisei River.
Kuroki kept asking them to cancel their hotel reservations and stay at his hotel. When it was inconvenient to agree, he finally said, "Okay, I'll ask you to come play again tonight." Although he felt troubled, he could not refuse.
"They're my friends, so please take good care of them!" Kuroki greeted the innkeeper.
"He probably recommended this place; the staff are very polite. And the food is delicious." The two ate and drank, sometimes almost forgetting they were dressed as a man and a woman as a man.
"Hey, I'm your husband, don't forget that."
They ate and drank in their room, sometimes drinking mouth-to-mouth. Later, Kiriko, who was supposed to be the man, pressed Shoichi's hand on her breast and said, "Touch me. We're just switching roles, and this is the only way we'll do it. Except for intercourse, we're switching roles. Mr. Kuroki thinks I'm a man." They laughed together, and halfway through their meal, they couldn't help but hug, with Shoichi pressing down on Kiriko.
"No, we can't do this yet..." Kiriko said.
"I can't take it anymore, I'm about to ejaculate..." Shoichi ended it unilaterally.
"You're so annoying, I've only just begun!"
Kiriko was more mature, so she felt dissatisfied in this situation. She left the exhausted Shoichi to take a shower.
"I need to take a shower, I've gotten myself dirty."
After what seemed like an eternity, Shoichi, still half-asleep, heard a voice: "Is that Kiriko?" "It's me." Shoichi was suddenly embraced, startled. It turned out the person who had just kissed him was the permed-haired Kuroki.
"No…this can't be…" Shoichi realized with surprise, but was then overwhelmed by a powerful force: "Your husband isn't here, what's wrong with a little kiss?" The man forced a kiss, his stubble stinging his face.
'Am I really a woman?' Shoichi had a strange illusion, and at the same time, he felt he had to become a real woman, or there would be serious consequences.
"Please don't…don't…" He tried to push the man's face away, but was still held back by the powerful kiss.
'Ah…I'm becoming a woman, becoming a woman!' Only now did Shoichi realize how powerful a man driven by lust could be.
A large tongue was thrust into his mouth. At first, he felt nauseous, but then, without realizing it, he began to moan like a woman. As Zheng Yi felt the true emotions of a woman, his tongue was already being sucked into Kuroki's mouth, and he heard that this was probably how women felt in such situations.
After this thought, a sweet sensation suddenly seeped into his body, and he felt weak as if drunk, wanting to completely surrender himself to the man.
Just then, Kuroki's hand reached for his breasts. "Ah... I can't do this..." But he had changed into pajamas and couldn't hide it. Zheng Yi tensed up, and Kuroki also showed a surprised expression, then immediately reached into the hem of his pajamas.
Having just finished their encounter, he wasn't wearing underwear, and his manhood remained limp. Kuroki grabbed it, his expression turning blank.
"You... are a man..."
Zheng Yi couldn't answer.
"Are you two both men?"
"No... no..."
"You little brat! You lied to me. You two are homosexual, you might have AIDS!" Kuroki seemed to have touched something dirty and quickly pulled away from Zheng Yi's body. Then, spitting, he took a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his hands.
"I'm sorry..." Zheng Yi straightened his pajamas as he stood up.
"It feels so good after a bath." Unaware of what was going on, Kiriko said as she walked in.
Her cheeks were flushed from the bath, and she had forgotten she was playing the role of a man while bathing in the women's pool, so she walked with a slight sway.
Kuroki, still in a daze, stared at Kiriko. "Ah, Mr. Kuroki," he said in a woman's voice, then quickly switched to a man's tone: "How long have you been here?!" Kiriko quickly noticed the unusual atmosphere between Zheng Yi and Kuroki, looking confused and unsure what to say.
"So, you're the wife." Kuroki immediately went behind Kiriko and hugged her tightly from behind.
"Ah! What are you doing?" Even speaking in a man's tone was useless at this point.
"I won't fall for it anymore. The bride was the groom, and the groom was the bride; even I didn't realize. I'm really not happy about being fooled like this." He then reached into her clothes and grabbed her full breasts. They were breasts a size larger than those of an average woman.
"No! What are you doing?"
"Don't say that. I've already gotten your husband's forgiveness." "Forgiveness for what?" "To be honest, your husband was going to do it to me just now, but he's a man. I don't have a thing for men, so logically, you should do it to me instead." This was utterly absurd, but Kiriko was too exhausted to think. The man used his feet to spread her legs and pushed her onto the bed that had been prepared in the next room.
"Shoichi, Shoichi! Come save me!"
But Shoichi sat there without moving, neither coming to her rescue nor offering any explanation. She was pressed down onto the bed, her nightgown pulled open, her belt pulled down, revealing her snow-white upper body.
He pressed his face against her breasts, and as Kiriko covered her breasts with her hands, his hand slipped inside the hem of her nightgown. She wasn't wearing any panties, and the man's hand immediately touched her genitals. His hand was incredibly strong, as if he were killing an eel.
"No..." When she tried to grab Kuroki's hand, she couldn't protect her breasts and was immediately sucked by Kuroki. In that instant, Kiriko's whole body lost strength, and the worm in her flower, which she had only half-finished, began to revive and wriggle inside.
When Kuroki saw her body become limp, he began to lick her nipples with his tongue, and then inserted his fingers deep into her flower, while grasping her clitoris and stroking it as if he were training her. With her rapid breathing, the sweet electric waves numbed Kiriko's body.
Kiriko began to revel in the skillful techniques of different men. The feeling was different from the joy of dominating a weak man; it was the joy of being conquered.
(5)
Shoichi was still staring blankly, and at this moment, he finally felt jealous, but he had lost his fighting spirit from the beginning. If it were a man, he would fight like a wild beast in this situation, but Shoichi had no fighting spirit at all and could only watch with his tail between his legs.
Have I become a woman?
In a bizarre illusion, Masakazu saw his wife being raped by a strong man, which aroused a strong sexual desire in him, and his penis quickly became erect. However, he only hovered around the strong man like a defeated dog, not daring to rush forward.
In this situation, Kuroki took off his pants, revealing his hairy legs and huge penis, spread Kiriko's snow-white legs apart, and forcibly penetrated her. "Ugh..." Kiriko groaned, twisting her buttocks to try to escape, but she was like a stake driven in, no longer moving.
The man's huge penis began to piston-like, the pubic hair rubbing against each other, the penis going in and out, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, looking pleasurable, but also feeling cruel.
"How is it? Feeling good, right? Your thing has a great structure, but with a short husband like that, you probably won't be satisfied, will you? It'll be much better if someone like me, this big guy, goes in." "Yeah...yes..." "Right? The pleasure will be even stronger, right? Actually, men need to rely on their energy. Ah...so good! After soaking in a hot spring, what else is there to say about doing this? After we're done, we eat something delicious, it's heaven!" Kuroki said, rhythmically thrusting and rotating his hips. Kiriko, who had been moaning, was now constantly cheering, her hands tightly wrapped around the man's back.
Seeing Kiriko's ecstatic expression, Masakazu felt a sense of despair and tried to crawl over to steal a kiss.
"You'd better stay there and watch your wife bring me to orgasm! Otherwise, come over and lick your wife's feet." "Can I?" "Yes, she's your wife." Hearing Kuroki say this, Masakazu put Kiriko's toes in his mouth and sucked on them, then licked her soles with his tongue.
That area was already very sensitive, making Kiriko's already numb body even more numb, and thus Kiriko and Kuroki's desire burned even more intensely.
"Ah... darling, I'm going to cum!" Kiriko cried out and desperately hugged Kuroki, who also let out a beastly roar, his buttocks muscles bulging, and his piston-like movements becoming even more violent.
At this moment, Kiriko let out a sharp scream without restraint, and then stopped moving.
Kuroki also seemed to be calmly catching his breath, then sighed, got up, picked up Kiriko's pajamas, and wiped the sweat off his body.
"Don't move for now, I'll take care of it right away."
He waved his manhood a few times in front of Masakazu, walked to the dining table, brought over the remaining dishes, and sat cross-legged between Kiriko's legs. He picked up a slice of sashimi, smeared it along the white fluid flowing from her labia, and said to Masakazu, "Having this with a glass of wine is the ultimate enjoyment."

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