5. Chapter Five #3
“You want all the details, don’t you?” I couldn’t keep the smirk off my face. “You want me to tell you exactly what I’d do to her.”
Only the whites of Kiki’s eyes showed. “Oh God… oh fuck…”
“I’d be careful at first,” I told her, pulling back until only the first inch of me was inside of her. “Only because she’s your mother. Because we need to look professional—at least at first. While she’s doing so much good for the family…”
A whine of pure frustration escaped my princess as she tried to get all of me back inside her.
“I’ll do it in a therapy session,” I told her. “Let her know you gave us permission. I’ll make her cum all over my fingers before I even let her near my cock. She’ll have to work for it—”
If I wasn’t doing everything in my power to deny and tease Kiki, she’d already be over the edge. “Ohgodohfuckjackpleasefuck…”
“I’ll bend her over that therapy couch she’s so proud of and fuck her until she forgets every professional boundary she ever set,” I growled, running the crown of my dick in circles over her clit.
“I’ll make her say my name while I fuck her.
Reminder her whose husband is rearranging her from the inside out. And when I cum I’ll push it deep—”
I slammed my hips forward, filling my princess in one smooth stroke.
“—just like that, so she walks out of the room carrying me inside her,” I said, grunting like a caveman.
“And when she comes back from our session flushed and grinning, fixing her hair and trying not to look like she just got her brains fucked out by her daughter’s husband, you’ll look at her and you’ll know, Kiki.
You’ll know that your husband is being very well taken care of—”
Yukiko shattered.
I felt the tremor shoot through her an instant before I heard the sound.
My composed, strategic, oh-so-pragmatic head wife wrapped her legs around me and locked in tight, her cunt boiling over like a fucking teakettle as she hit the peak and sailed into the stratosphere.
A flood of juice dripped from her, sudden and hot, so much that it made the mess she’d made of the sheets earlier look like a trickle by comparison.
Her eyes rolled all the way back, jaw flexing and teeth clenched as she blew out her bliss.
Her back arched, hard, and only the sureness of my hands on her hips kept her from flopping right off the fucking bed.
There it is, princess, I thought, thrusting one more time and letting go. There’s what you weren’t brave enough to say. You had to show it to me instead…
I let out a low groan as I followed my wife into climax, flooding her womb with my seed as my cock jerked and spasmed against her walls.
Kiki felt it and let out a triumphant sound, her nails raking my back as she milked me dry.
It was the first time in a while I could remember the two of us being this close, with no other wives or observers or participants.
We did spend it all talking about a new potential harem girl, though.
That was still very Yukiko.
“Goddamn,” Kiki whimpered as she came down from her peak. “God. Damn.”
“We’ve got to do that more often,” I told her, still hilt-deep inside of her.
She gave me a look. “I cannot believe we just did that,” she whispered. “I can’t believe I just said all those things…”
“Hey. Look at me.”
She did. I leaned in close, careful to keep my weight off of her. The kimono lay next to my feet, forgotten along with my shirt and boxers.
“You’re alright, princess,” I told her. “Having a fantasy doesn’t make you a bad person. Neither does enjoying that fantasy.”
Kiki’s mouth worked. “I… She’s my mother. What does it say about me that I…?”
I kissed her. “It says that you want your husband to be the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.”
She laughed at that, some of the tension dissolving. “You already are,” she said. “And I’m the luckiest girl.” She looked at me, nibbling her bottom lip, then shook her head. “I’m not saying ‘yes’.”
“Never assumed you were, princess.”
“Not yet,” she said, one nail tapping nervously against my chest. “But… but I brought you in here tonight, alone, and I did that so I could let you know I’m thinking about it. And so we could…”
“Talk about it,” I finished for her.
She grinned. “We certainly did. God, I’m such a fucking whore…”
I cupped her face in my hands. “You’re my whore, Yukiko Avery,” I told her, my voice radiating both command and love. “That’s the difference, princess. That’s kind of the whole thing.”
Tears sparkled in her eyes. “Come cuddle me,” she said, gesturing at the headboard. “I’m not going to lie here and talk about this with my ass hanging over the carpet.”
With a laugh, I did just that. We got back under the covers in short order, sliding the blanket around so neither of us had to snuggle next to the wet patch.
Neither of us said anything for a while. Kiki lay curled up against me, her back against my chest, my arm between her heavy breasts and the swell of her pregnant belly. For a minute or two, fool that I was, I wondered if she’d fallen asleep.
“I put her on the off-limits list,” she murmured without opening her eyes. “But lists change, don’t they? That’s why they’re freaking lists.”
“Sometimes,” I said, holding her close. “If you want them to.”
She smiled. “I think you know I want them to,” she admitted, most of the shame gone from her tone. “I’m just worried. What if it doesn’t work out? What if there’s a fight, and I have you on one side and my own mother on the other? What if she’s not good at sharing the way that I am…?”
“What if she’s not bisexual?” I suggested.
“Oh God,” Kiki panted. “I didn’t even think about you being with her and one of the other girls…”
I gave her a long, lingering look. “Yes you did.”
She didn’t move. Then finally, she cracked one eyelid.
“Okay, I totally did,” she whispered. “I just… okay, you want to know the real thing that’s making me hold back? No bullshit, no excuses. My raw, open, bleeding heart. The real Yukiko Tanaka.”
I frowned. “Princess, I’m pretty sure I’m looking at the real you right now.”
She swallowed hard. “Yui is my mother,” she said.
“And I’m happy to let her give you sessions, because she’s good at it and it helps you.
I was happy to let her stay here, and happy to let her call herself Samantha’s mother too because Sam is going through a lot right now.
” She paused, bracing herself. “It’s awful and jealous, I know.
But if I let her share you that way, if I let her take you to bed, then…
then I won’t have anything left of that relationship that’s just mine.
She’ll have everything. And maybe I’m a little bit too selfish for that.
” Her voice dropped. “Does that make me a bitch?”
“No,” I said. “It makes you someone who loves her family, but not to her own detriment.” I stroked her hair. “It makes you every bit as wild as you are practical, Yukiko. Hell, it’s half of why I love you.”
She smiled, relaxing into my touch. “I love you, too.”
“You don’t have to decide this right now,” I told her. “If you just want it to be a fantasy, something we talk about to get you all fired up in bed, then… hell, princess, the talking was so hot I almost don’t need the rest of it.”
She giggled at that. “Worrrrd.”
“There’s no pressure on my end,” I told her. “None from Yui’s, either, I’m sure—both of us know she’d rather keep her distance than hurt you. So it’s your choice, and you make it whenever you feel ready. Or not. Your decision.”
Slowly, Yukiko nodded. “Thank you, husband. You… God, I really did hit the jackpot with you, didn’t I?”
I chuckled at that. “The feeling’s mutual. Sleep now, princess.”
She curled up against me and was out in moments.
A few minutes later, I joined her.