Naoko Sawa, twenty-seven years old, housewife.
It was a Sunday last year.
The sky had foamy clouds as if it was about to snow.
After spending five days of New Year’s vacation in China, her husband, Yahiko, returned to London, where he was traveling on business. This will have to be endured for another three months.
Naoko put on her kimono, then hesitated for a while before putting on her looser white boxers.
When wearing a kimono, a bra and panties are superfluous. If you can see the line of the panties, it’s a low grade, but it’s cold.
But there are other reasons
Today, I’m going to learn flower arranging, which my husband also encouraged. If you call it a master, Toshiyuki Sekine, who still looks young, teaches flower arrangement.
He was a close friend of the husband’s, thirty-five years old.
His father was not well known as a writer, but called himself a genre after voluntarily quitting his job. He has learned a lot of notes and has a lifelike way of arranging flowers.
The tram was much slower because of the snow.
“Oh, today’s dress is more gorgeous than a flower, but the students have all gone back from class.”
Sekine took Naoko’s jacket and led her to not her usual classroom, but the smaller living room.
“Mr. Sekine, where is the wife and the son? And mother?”
“Just missed it, they went to Kyoto for a visit. Oh, and brought early blooming plums and daffodils, perfect for the new spring.”
Sekine was dressed in light jeans, as if he didn’t want to teach flower arranging. There was already a gas stove, but still the drinking began under the low table with the fireplace. Naoko was worried about wrinkling her own kimono, but still sat down facing each other.
Sekine stretched his leg under the hearth table and pressed his toes against the base of Naoko’s thigh.
(Ouch! It’s itchy, although there is a peace of taking the shirt, but it’s very thin twisting the buttocks will suspect that I have realized, rather bad, only pretend not to know, another five minutes will be there)
“Naoko, you drink too, flower arranging requires an open mood line.” Sekine said with confidence.
As Naoko looked toward the small coffee table, there were gray dead reeds and seeds of bitter melon and huckleberries in a white vase that looked classic but showed a lively freshness.
“A publisher came by today to photograph that bottle of flowers and said something about ‘beauty in a messy tone.’ Out of the payroll class making money.”
Sekine’s student population has really increased quite a bit.
Sekine picked up his glass of wine and drank, and without knowing whether it was unintentional, or a joke, the root of Sekine’s foot wriggled against the base of Misheiko’s thigh. The sensation that was more comfortable than a slutty tickle made Misheiko want to lift her ass to avoid it.
“All I knew in high school and college was playing soccer, which doesn’t even come close to flower arranging.”
“Oh, by the way, when I saw your husband on New Year’s Day, he was as spry as ever.”
Seeing him like this and even mentioning his husband, he probably didn’t think of doing a prank, did he?
Sekine’s foot reached even further inward, the tip of his foot having reached a point three centimeters from his anus, where the very perineum was.
(What should I do? My husband is not interested in this place, but it reminds me of my high school days when I came back from the festival. I’m afraid to go to the anus, the sensation reminds me that I had sex with Hikari for five days during New Year’s Eve, so my body’s on fire.)
It’s rare to wear a kimono, and it’s not easy to change your sitting position to avoid Sekine’s feet.
“Naoko, drink.”
“Thanks, it’s not good to get drunk before practicing flower arranging.”
“No. Getting drunk, instead of being able to drain the reality and the illusion, would be good. Well, maybe that’s just me.”
Sekine said something that made Naoko feel justified, put up his toes and light the side of Naoko’s anus. Of course, at the same time, it also stimulated the inner side of the thigh root.
Without understanding what Sekine was thinking, Naoko felt guilty at the sensation of her anus swelling.
“I’ll drink.” In an attempt to suppress the marvelous pleasure that shouldn’t arise, Naoko picks up her glass and takes a large gulp of wine.
(Ah he did it on purpose, didn’t he? The tip of my toe is in my anus, ah, what should I do with goosebumps on my body.)
Although Naoko’s sensitive anus was protected by layers of clothing, it could be felt that it was beginning to swell. Not only the anus, but that soothing itchy sensation spread all over her body.
“Mr. Sekine.”
“Hmm? What is it?”
I don’t know if Sekine was pretending to be confused or if her husband’s absence from home made Naoko’s self-consciousness stronger. Not only that, Sekine, true to form, had played soccer and skillfully used his entire foot, pressing firmly on Naoko’s anus with the thumb of his foot, then pressing the perineum with the roots of his toes, and rocking the instep of his foot underneath the stamen.
(I can’t! If this continues, not only will my kimono get messy, I won’t be able to stand up, and the nectar under my kimono will probably get under my waistband. It’s unfortunate, but if my husband were at home, this kind of itch would be solved.)
It even occurred to Naoko that Sekine was okay if she was a stranger. Having an affair with a stranger, breaking up and leaving each other alone, and with her husband’s best friend, there might be fallout!
Enduring the trembling of her anus and stamen, and in order to eliminate her reaction to Sekine’s feet, Naoko stood up and said, “Sekine-san, let me make a little drink.”
Finding her own pistil wet, she felt a wave of dizziness.
“To avoid getting a kimono, let’s also wear an apron.” Possibly losing the target of his molestation, Sekine’s expression was a bit disappointed.
Naoko quickly turned around, grabbed Sekine’s apron and opened the refrigerator. The itchy feeling in her lower body remained.
(Mr. Sekine really looks like a pornographer. When I quit my job five years ago, I was sweating for him, but I didn’t realize that he was getting more and more students and calling himself a yakuza. His attitude is getting arrogant. He might as well be a real pornographer. It’s better to play pranks on me while I’m sleeping then my pride won’t be hurt. (What should I do if I’m really sleeping)
“Don’t force yourself to cook a dish that even my wife won’t cook, just make something random.”
It was indirect, but it wasn’t with my hands, it was with my toes playing with the stamens, so I was still a little embarrassed to give a dry chuckle when I finished.
Nesko gamely took two small dishes and placed them on the table.
“Naoko, do you really want to learn flower arranging?”
“It goes without saying?” Naoko sat back down under the stove table.
Sekine’s foot roots had retracted. On the one hand, he felt relieved, but on the other hand, he felt a bit of a sense of loss.
“I have ways of making rapid progress.”
“What is the method?”
As Naoko resumed her seat, her buttocks reached the freshly wet apron, and she couldn’t help but remember the excitement that had arisen earlier.
“That’s as important as a diploma, not something to be told lightly, not even to a best friend’s wife.”
“Maybe.”
“Let me reveal a little bit, that is to make yourself completely floral. It’s hard, but I can teach you.”
“Is it a special class you need to take?”
“Yes, very close to the secret. To steal the gist of my flower arrangement, have a drink first, it’s important to get drunk, that way you can understand the stamens.” Sekine said while urging for a drink.
“When you get drunk, you go to sleep, and that’s a problem. I can only drink a little. Can’t drink much.”
If they do get drunk and get molested like they just did, they can act like they don’t know about each other.
But would it be too dangerous?
“It doesn’t matter if you sleep, the radio says the trolley has stopped running.”
“That’s bad, I’ll have to hurry back to the line after this bit.”
Naoko picked up her glass and drank the rest of the wine as if she were giving herself up, finding it bitter
“Naoko, you seem sleepy.”
“Yeah? What’s wrong with me?”
Her mind was still clear, but her limbs were weak, and Naoko couldn’t help but lie down on the tatami mat.
“Are you okay? Don’t catch a cold!”
Feeling out Sekine sat down beside her and covered her with a blanket while his hand crept into the neckline.
Naoko’s brain was half-conscious, half-hazy, her arms and legs numb and sore and weak.
“Naoko Naoko,” Sekine shook her.
“Uh-uh, no.”
More or less awake, but her tongue seemed to be in knots. I could feel Sekine’s hands invading Naoko’s bra-less kimono, gently caressing her breasts and occasionally pinching her nipples.
“Naoko, it doesn’t matter. I think it’s better to unbuckle the obi of the kimono.”
Sekine whispered quietly in Naoko’s ear, and tapped his cheek with his finger, like he was making sure Naoko was awake. Seeing that Naoko didn’t answer, he began to unbuckle the obi of his kimono.
(Presumably the wine was laced with sleeping pills, what a bad guy. It actually occurred to me that it wouldn’t hurt to be toyed with while I was sleeping, so I can’t blame him alone.)
Sekine smoothly undid the obi of her kimono, leaving Nayoko’s body with nothing but her pink shirt.
“Naoko Naoko,” Sekine was still making sure Naoko was really asleep.
“”
Naoko’s mind was no longer clear, but she still intuitively thought that it would be dangerous to continue undressing, but didn’t want to answer because she felt pang.
“Are you really asleep? Naoko.”
After Sekine finished speaking, he sat there quietly, and shortly afterward, as if he couldn’t help it, began to flip Naoko’s body over.
Naoko found herself subconsciously assisting Sekine’s movements in her half-sleep.
(As it is, if you pretend to be asleep at all, you won’t be able to stick it in to a sleeping woman any more. That might even stop the affair from happening ah let me prone. All that’s left on my body are my clothes and socks.)
Sekine lifted up his bodysuit, and if he didn’t have his boxers on, the lower half of his body would be completely naked.
Probably because Naoko was her best friend’s wife and felt Sekine’s trepidation.
It doesn’t feel cold, and the flames from the gas stove seem to reach right up to your thighs.
Sekine had lifted the bodysuit all the way up, as if gazing at the lace-trimmed panties.
Even in her hazy world, Naoko could feel the surface of her ass burning, her anus squirming, her pistil swollen and wet, and her nub beginning to tingle.
“Naoko, you’re asleep, aren’t you?” Sekine was timid, his ear close to Naoko’s nose and mouth, and lightly touching his anus through his boxers.
In her hazy state, Naoko felt the pleasure of her body about to dissolve at her best friend’s fingers.
(ah not good his fingers to the front. Because of the just molestation, the front of the panties wet ah but very comfortable)
With a little hesitation, Sekine’s fingers slid from Naoko’s anus to her perineum, and after hovering between her ass and thighs, slipped underneath her slit.
There was no space between the pubic bone and the tatami mat, and it didn’t seem easy for fingers to intrude. That would prevent him from realizing the panties are wet.
Sekine seemed to get impatient and started pulling down on Naoko’s boxers.
（”Ah, he saw my anus. It’s like my anus is bulging.)
The limbs were still too weak to move. Possibly due to the fact that it produced the ability to carry out abnormal behavior, Naoko seemed to be more awake.
Sekine’s breath sprayed onto Naoko’s ass-crack, as if only the anus and pistil were particularly sensitive anymore.
Sekine seemed determined to enjoy the stamen, folding the cushion in half and tucking it under his waist.
(It’s okay to see there but it’s better not to find your panties wet)
The other day, my husband said, “Pretty pink, it’s proof that I’m not having an affair.” He praised Naoko’s stamen.
Because of the cushion under the waist it started to face upwards and the panties were pulled down below the knees.
“Wow is the world pink.” Sekine muttered an exclamation, pushing his anus and stamen to the left and right at the same time.
“Naoko, you’re not awake, are you?” Sekine said in a voice that ruined this half-dream state, spitting on Naoko’s anus and front door.
“Hoo hoo,” Naoko snored in contrast, as wanted to continue indulging in this sexy fantasy world.
“Contrary to the beautiful colors, it smells horny, like milk that has gone rancid. Naoko, you really are still dreaming, aren’t you?”
Sekine’s voice was small and sounded as if he was timid, but he still slipped his palm into Naoko’s crotch and searched for the bud of flesh with it.
Husband’s best friend doesn’t seem to give him a lot of sleeping pills.
“Mmmmmm,” Naoko grunted in desperation to suppress the pleasure as the perimeter of her pussy core was rubbed by Sekine’s fingers.
“Naoko Naofumi are you okay?”
Sekine stopped his hand movements in panic when he heard Naoko’s almost normal humming. Spraying his breath right into Naoko’s earholes.
That’s when Naoko realized that even her earholes were sexy.
“Hoo hoo,” and not daring to wiggle her butt, Naoko had to continue pretending to snore.
“Not awake, definitely not awake.”
Sekine was talking to himself like he was talking to himself, while gently rubbing his fingers on Naoko’s anus, and also gently putting his fingers into the stamen and rubbing it.
(ah not good like freshman year of high school, the body turns yellow is to leak ah can not ah)
Spilling hot, wet nectar from her meat hole, Naoko felt like she was really going to pass out this time.
“What? Does peeing weird sleep still do that?”
Naoko heard Sekine’s voice intermittently, then the voice moved away.
In my dream, I heard the voice of my husband’s best friend calling, “Naoko, what’s wrong with you? I’m sorry. It’s my fault.
Ah what to do?” Sekine made a panicked sound.
“Awww sleep well. Whew! Where is this?”
Naoko felt physically and mentally refreshed, with only the scratchy sensation still left in her lower half.
“I’m sorry Naoko, I thought you fell asleep after you ze medicine, that was just to share a little of my regular trade pon medicine” Sekine apologized as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
It turns out to be a more honest man than expected, and on the flip side, there is the possibility of easily revealing just secrets.
“Ah did you do something to me?”
“No, no it was just watching you mess up your clothes in your sleep, I didn’t do anything”
“Really.”
“Never tell your husband.”
“It couldn’t be helped, I was drunk so the fault was mine and was asleep again and couldn’t remember anything.”
Only half of it was true. With so much secret juice coming out of her pistil, and reaching an orgasm and flowing out, Naoko felt rocky even trying to tell a lie.
“Is that so? That’s good.” Not only did Sekine show a smile, but he also assumed the majesty of a flower arrangement teacher.
“By the way, Naoko, would you like me to teach you flower arranging in particular?”
“And what course is that?”
“If you tell it, any secret is worthless, but at least it allows you to create a school.”
“I’m open to special instruction.” Naoko felt the lower half of her body start scratching again.
“But this is a very important lesson, and my instructions must be obeyed completely, as well as not being told to anyone, can you do that?”
“Yes, I will absolutely obey orders. Now I’m going to get dressed.”
“No, you’re just fine the way you are. Why don’t you move that mirror you can move here?”
Sekine ordered Naoko to clean up the bottles and dishes herself afterward.
“The mirror is there to show you yourself, just leave it there. You are now lying on your back on the hearth table.”
Sekine brought tulip 95 and stuck it in Naoko’s mouth: “You have to be completely dominated by the flower at this time.”
Sekine pulled the neckline of Naoko’s kimono open and also parted the hem to the left and right.
There was no pretending to sleep now, and Naoko’s shame was stimulated.
Sekine brought scissors and cut off Nesko’s panties.
“Sekine-sensei.”
“This is a special class, if you speak again you may be punished.” Sekine said in a serious manner.
“You can look in that mirror and admire the flower or vase of your flesh.”
When Sekine finished, he took five daffodils and tied them together with a rubber band.
“Don’t you move!” Sekine came to Naoko’s feet and surprisingly inserted Daffodil into her sex.
Possibly thinking that sudden penetration would hurt the sex organ, he dipped his finger in saliva and massaged it in Naoko’s labia.
“How can you get so wet in the middle of a sacred flower arranging class?”
Sekine dipped his fingers in the nectar and applied it to Daffodil’s cilia.
“Get ready inside too.” Sekine’s fingers plunged inside Naoko’s fleshy hole.
This time it wasn’t as mechanical as earlier, but rather like checking the humidity or tightness inside, the finger wriggled inside Naoko’s fleshy hole.
“Ah yes more deeper” Naoko tried to wiggle her ass but held back. In doing so, the pleasure was more concentrated in her lower body.
“Your husband is so lucky to have such a great sex organ however this has nothing to do with the flower arranging lessons.”
Sekine spent a long time examining Naoko’s meat hole. Not only did he pump his fingers in and out of his meat hole, but he also found a small granular area inside and rubbed it hard.
(ah worthy of the teacher of flower arrangement such skills exceeded the husband’s ten times. No, more than 20 times ah can not stand it)
Just in time, Sekine plucked out his fingers and inserted a bunch of daffodils into Naoko’s fleshy hole.
“Awwww,” Naoko tried to hold back, but still made a lewd noise.
“Don’t you move! To try and work the light yellow flowers towards the ceiling row.”
Sekine crossed his arms over his chest like he was thinking.
(Ah better keep pumping that daffodil bouquet.)
Naoko made a lewd pose and intense pleasure kept gushing out from her body.
While resisting the itchy feeling in her lower body, she inadvertently looked towards the side mirror, and seeing her sexy and lustful posture, Naoko’s heart became even more excited.
“Hmmm seems like something is missing. By the way, the breasts are crying.”
Seki finished talking to and took out the paper clip from the cupboard.
“It would have been best to have Puccini, but now I have to use this.”
Sekine drew dried reeds from the vase, cut them short, and fastened them to Naoko’s nipples with a very tattooed needle.
“Your nipples are pointy and cute.” Sekine finished with a sigh.
(Ahh the pain of a very tattooed needle is not as good as the feeling of approaching numbness now if you play with the pubic nucleus you’ll reach orgasm immediately.)
Both nipples were decorated with dead reeds.
“What else is missing? By the way, the problem is the silky, plump ass.”
Sekine picked up the plum blossom that Naoko had brought and rolled tape around the root.
Looking in the mirror, he saw Sekine’s jeans bulging high in the front.
“Don’t drop the daffodil through the hole in front of you, then grab both fingers with both hands and center your ass, or anus, on the ceiling.”
“Uh-huh.”
Sekine lifted Naoko’s feet so that the anus was further towards the ceiling. Sekine’s breath sprayed over her anus, and occasionally a cool breeze from a crack in the door or window swept over her anus.
“Prepare the line here too.” Sekine used his little finger to dip the nectar from his meat hole and apply it to his anus.
(Ah well both front and back are being played with, indeed dominated by the flowers.)
Transforming the lustful pleasure into the mystery of flower arranging, Naoko deceived herself like this.
Sekine’s nails were clipped, but the skin was still rough from frequent flower arranging, stimulating Naoko’s anus, rubbing it and gradually inserting it.
(Ah great, in addition to being delicate, there is a moderate roughness here is the excretory organ, why is it still so itchy)
Naoko’s anus was already sensitive, and now it was like the anus itself was overflowing with nectar generating mysterious pleasure.
“Does your husband play with this place too? There are strong contractions.”
Sekine’s fingers were more than one, as if there were two or three of them together intruding deeply into the anus, and for a moment, Naoko couldn’t breathe due to the intense pleasure.
“Is your husband getting it here too?”
Now she was arranging flowers and ordering Naoko not to talk, but her husband’s friend, Sekine, seemed to be asking questions.
“Uh-huh,” Naoko replied honestly, shaking her head as she held Tulip 95 in her mouth.
It was precisely because her husband Yahiko had never done that that the anus would produce such intense pleasure.
At this point, Naoko knew that after Sekine’s fingers stimulated the anus, the pleasure was transferred to the pistil in front of her, and her nectar spilled out as if she were incontinent.
“So your husband doesn’t even know such a good place to see?”
Sekine gently flicked his finger out of his anus, gazed at the breathing Naoko for a moment, and then inserted the taped portion of the plum branch into Naoko’s anus.
“Ahh so deep and comfortable it’s killing my ass hole and rectum.”
Naoko couldn’t help but wiggle her ass to show her pleasure. It felt like the inside of the anus was starting to swell, as if it was involved in the stamen and something was about to explode.
“You can’t move! The flower arrangement will be destroyed by you.”
“Uhhhhhh,” Naoko grunted sharply as she spat out the tulip 95 she had in her mouth.
“In that case, you’ll have to immobilize your hands and feet, and you’ll have to have the atmosphere to be a vase altogether.”
After Sekine’s tepid remark, he brought twine and tied Naoko’s right hand to her right ankle and her left hand to her left ankle.
The stamens are facing the ceiling, with daffodils inserted within them, plum branches diagonally upward from the anus, and the nipples have dead reeds secured with very large striped needles.
(Ah what kind of position is this but it’s about to leak out. Maybe it’s a good friend of my husband’s, that’s why it’s so intensely sexy.)
Naoko peeked into the mirror placed next to her, and when she saw the self-same living vase, the nectar kept pouring out.
“Done! It’s the best work in a while, and I’d like to take a picture, is that okay? Naoko.” Sekine asked while turning the plum blossom branch to adjust its position.
“No teacher ah Sekine-san, if my husband knew, my life would be over ah but good.”
Naoko’s consciousness turned hazy at the thought of this pose being photographed.
“I can swear to you that I will hide this picture in the safest place and not show it to anyone, the snowy white flesh and flowers are my side work for this life.”
“Well no, Mr. Sekine.”
“I’ll be using a Polaroid camera, so I won’t be developing it. I’ll only take it out when I’m doing research and when I’m having a rendezvous with you, so let’s hook up, shall we?” Sekine kept pleading with Naoko.
“Ah is it a rendezvous? To meet with you without your husband’s knowledge? Not practicing flower arranging?”
Naoko was so filled with pleasure all over her body that she couldn’t speak fluently enough.
“Got it, Naoko, one day only, that’ll let me shoot, right?”
“But I can’t,” Naoko said as she opened her eyes slightly to look in the mirror next to her.
Sekine held the camera in his hand and opened his eyes wide to look at Naoko’s pussy.
“Nipples with dead reeds, ass with plum blossoms and pussy with daffodils is just beautiful. Especially the light red daffodils with the pink pussy lips.”
Sekine seemed to be completely enamored with his masterpiece.
“Ah,” the lewd words traveled from Naoko’s earholes to her nether regions and straight to the dark side of her soul.
“Naoko, how about a sacrifice for the flower arrangement?”
“It is known.”
Nao couldn’t help but agree, and when she and her husband had sex at night, Naoe-chan would still ask for the lights to be dimmed.
“Thank you, don’t move, I’m afraid the flowers will fall.”
Sekine said excitedly, pointing the camera’s lens squarely at Naoko’s face.
Naoko turned her face so that she could see her self in the mirror. That shameless gesture made her dizzy, and she closed her eyes tightly.
Feel the limelight come on while hearing the shutter click.
“Turn your face around, that’s my favorite? Br> Hear the squeak of the photo coming out of the camera.
“Ah well shine on.”
When the magenta lights up again, the stamen gushes out a large amount of nectar and the daffodil falls off.
“Um sorry.” Naoko apologized.
Not only because the daffodils fall from the stamens, but also knowing that a great deal of nectar flows from the stamens onto the tabletop.
“It’s hopeless, because you must be thrilled, mustn’t you?”
“Yes, and it’s still like that during flower arranging practice, so please forgive me.”
“Well, there are no more flowers there, but it’s still pretty.” The husband’s best friend said revealing things.
The sound of the shutter was heard again. Naoko’s stamen began to squirm, and her anus was affected, trembling and falling off the plum blossom branch.
“Ah ass’s sorry.”
“Really, in this sacred classroom. But it looks good without the flower arrangement, and the reeds take it down.”
Sekine removes the wildly tattooed pins from his nipples and begins to photograph the flowerless torso.
“Ah I’m going to pass out give me a break.”
Without flowers on her body, it was as if it had nothing to do with flower arranging, only the obscene gesture that made Naoko feel her body sizzle. Not only the stamen and the anus, but the whole body seemed to have turned into a sex organ.
“There’s nothing in my mouth, like I’m missing something.”
Sekine took the camera and came to where Naoko’s head was, and Naoko heard the sound of a zipper being unzipped.
“Naoko, use my cuntal lashes as flowers.”
Without waiting for Naoko to answer, Sekine’s hot rod pressed against Naoko’s lips.
“Kiss it, suck it.”
“Uh-huh.”
Guilt made Nayoko feel like she was falling deeper into self depravity. Taking Seki’s hard rod into her mouth, the fishy odor was particularly strong, unlike her husband’s. This difference made Naoko feel deeply about her affair, so much so that her arousal reached its maximum.
“This blowjob scene is nice too, I’m going to film it for a souvenir.”
Sekine pressed the shutter again.
The photo that slipped out of the camera fell onto Naoko’s pubic mound, and her pubic core felt a strong stimulation.
“Naoko, I’m going to lick yours too, is that okay?”
“Ah whatever. Oh.”
Naoko’s lower abdomen kept rising and falling, and the strong feeling of anticipation made Naoko feel her pubic hairs stand up as well.
Sekine clamped his lips around the nub and sucked on it.
“Ahhhh well,” Naoko’s eyes went blank as she raced toward the peak of her orgasm.
It’s quiet, it’s a deep blue world outside, not quite dark, and it’s still snowing.
“Go take a bath, I’m so sorry for leaving rope marks on your hands and feet.” Sekine, her husband’s best friend, whispered in Naoko’s ear as she woke up from her fast asleep stupor.
At some point, it was completely naked.
“What about not toweling the place off and drying it right away? I’m not finished yet.”
The teacher of flower arranging also seemed to have the strength to pick up the forty-seven kilogram Naoko and lay her down on the tatami mat.
Beside her were the flowers that had been placed on Naoko’s body, the cut up boxers, and the twine.
There is also hot water in a wooden basin and the kimono hangs on the wall.
“Look, already.”
Sekine seemed to have just gotten out of the shower, with only a large bath towel on him. Pulling Naoko’s hand to the lower half of her body.
Not as hard as her husband Yahiko’s erection, but with a thick physique.
“Do you wash me?”
“Not like that.” Naoko replied with a half-truth.
“Probably, putting flowers on his best friend’s wife while he’s away! That must not promise to kiss me.”
“Kissing won’t work, but please rub me there.”
“Does that mean it’s okay to stick it in there even though there’s no love?”
Sekine’s palm pressed against Naoko’s stamen, whose nectar hadn’t fully receded, and the flames of Naoko’s arousal ignited again.
“Um please feel free.”
Sekine covers his entire sex with a hot towel. Sekine’s fingers rub at the same time on the pussy, stamen, and anus.
From Naoko’s pistil, nectar immediately gushed out.
“You’re willing to kiss the cunt-lashes but won’t accept the mouth, so you’ll have to stick it in.”
Sekine sighed and pressed into Naoko’s body.
In addition to the feeling of weight on her body, the feeling of fullness that was stronger than her husband’s caused Naoko’s flesh to tremble with excitement at the guilt.
“Naoko, okay?”
Sekine’s pubic bone pressed tightly against Naoko’s nub, his fingers rubbing against his anus.
Naoko knew that an intense orgasm was upon her again.
“Ah great. Kissing doesn’t matter but forget about today. Uh-huh.”
The depths of the stamen began to spasm and the kissing was wonderful.
Ten months later, Naoko founded a new school of flower arranging with seventy-seven students. Husband and wife lived a happy life.