It was about six hours by bullet train to our destination, and it would have been a very boring trip if I didn't have a cabin with Mei. Don't misunderstand me, the most I got out of her was a little subtle risqué petting. The rest of the trip was spent fawning on the digital photo album she'd so thoughtfully prepared for me.
We spent the better part of an hour just discussing which was our favorite for each kid. Keku, with his little blonde bull cut, all dressed up for his first day of school, giving his adorable goodbye then carelessly dropping his lunchbox as he climbed into the car. Junior holding a massive silver trophy in her arms with a flustered smile on her face, desperately trying to hide in it and her long red hair from the clapping kids around her. Then there was Abri cowering and successfully hiding about 75% of his face in the cleavage of his wonderful, patient mommy.
The older two looked fucking adorable in their painfully boring school uniforms.
Abri we were thinking might need to be homeschooled or something, he was still real unstable around strangers and big groups. It brought me no small relief when Mei suggested that solution. She pushed our first two so hard to be exceptional, sending them to that fancy-ass boarding school and all, I had worried she'd try to force our youngest song into that mold too.
We were alone in the cabin, but she pointedly referred to them as her children for the entirety of the ride. That, the chastity she insisted on, and the absolutely lecherous outfit she wore, put me just a bit on edge. A pencil skirt, a white blouse that bulged unnaturally to contain her bountiful breasts, those thick black-rimmed glasses covering those expertly outlined eyes. Those full fucking lips….
"Why do you make yourself so sexy for things like this?" I asked like I was annoyed, and like it was a genuine question.
She blinked.
We'd previously been talking about which summer camp we were going to suggest to junior. A moment of deep thought staring at her brought the question to mind. My fingers idly flickered over the skirt while I asked it. She was only slightly flushed as she answered.
"Mr. Uzumaki, that's quite inappropriate,"
"What are you wearing a wire or something?" I asked, waving a hand towards the shut, windowless door. The attendant knocked last time before entering.
"No," she mocked, voice hushed. "It's better safe than sorry Naruto!"
I put my mouth to her ear as I answered.
"Now if we played it safe we wouldn't have those beautiful, amazing children would we?" my hand squeezed her thigh as I spoke, and her face finally went red. Swiftly and smoothly I dipped lower, hooking my hand under the skirt to caress her wonderful soft skin.
"Naruto…" she whined, squeaking as I placed a short kiss on her cheek, making her quiver. She was a mess now. That fragile armor was broken and it made my cock throb.
"Answer me," I commanded gently. "Why, do you make yourself so sexy for these things? I know how many creeps there are out there," my free hand came up to caress the flat of her back.
"I- I can dress however I want the creeps aren't my fault!" she protested, sharply even, despite her continued fidgeting and fumbling.
"Of course they're not," I said seriously, lifting the hand on her thigh but not on her back. "I'm sorry, I just worry about you. The kids need their mommy after all," I slipped the arm around to pull her against me, cuddling her against my side. When her frown remained I pressed on. "Of course you can make yourself as sexy as you want, I love it, just don't know what would possess you to go through all the trouble,"
Finally, she answered.
"It makes me feel good… confident. It puts others on edge too, makes them uncomfortable, throws them off balance, it's genuinely useful!" she protested, still not looking at me.
I laughed throatily, still putting my words right into her ear.
"You don't have to justify anything, I was only curious," my hand clamped back down on her thigh. "Like I said, I love it,"
"Naruto not here," she whispered even quieter.
I kissed her cheek again.
"Will you wear this for me at the room? Let me peel it off of you before we make love?" I asked.
She swallowed.
"O-okay…"
And with that I pulled back, loving the confusion and the disappointment in her eyes as I did exactly what she was asking.
"So what's your schedule look like? What seminars are you attending?" I asked as if none of the last five minutes had happened. She took a minute to answer. To breath deep and pull herself upright, to put the armor back on.
"Oh I'll be busier than you I'm sure," she quipped, just a hint of judgment there at the topic of my slacking, like a disappointed teacher almost.
I spent most of the afternoon bumming around the hotel room, relaxing after the long trip in the luxurious suite. The bathtub had jets like a hot tub that felt wonderful on my tired muscles. The TV had about every channel and movie I could imagine, and an elevator just down the hall lead to an outdoor pool complete with an open bar you could float up to.
Room service brought us our dinner from the hotel restaurant. A lovely three-course meal that we ate at the table by candlelight. It was the least I could do to set up, with all the free time I had before her arrival. She chuckled almost patronizingly when she walked in and saw it, but smiled for the whole meal.
"Well, I think I'll get cleaned up," she said to excuse herself, saying nothing else, even as I rose with her and followed her casually to the bathroom door. A delicate hand turned the handle, pulled it open an inch, then pulled back in fright. She jumped as I slammed the door shut before it came close to opening.
"I believe you promised that I got to peel this off?" the fingers of my free hand trailed up her side as I growled the words out. Her whole body seemed to go stiff. Slowly, oh so slowly, I slipped my arm around, still standing behind her, letting my palm slowly drift up the center of her shirt, not stopping until it came to the top button.
She sucked in a breath as I popped it free. My nose sunk into her flowing red hair as I worked my way down, popping buttons while I breathed in the soft, fruity scent of her shampoo. Her body was all but pinned to the door by the time I finished and pulled back, needing just a little free space to pull the meddlesome blouse off of her.
No bra.
God I loved her.
I kissed her neck, resting my free arm down on her belly while unzipping her skirt. Then she was naked, except for those tall, flashy heels. Sweet hell she was sexy in heels, especially the ones that made her taller than me. It was like fucking a giant almost. When my covered groin pressed against her bare ass I was rewarded with a shaky breath and a delightful full-body shudder.
My cock twitched, but I still pulled the zipper down slowly.
Her breaths sped up, climaxing in a hard gasp as I put myself at her entrance.
"Can I put it in Ms. Terumi?" I teased.
"Yes,"
She sounded so pitiful with that one-word answer, sad almost. It's what drove me to hold her so tight as I thrust into her. She was hugged against my broad chest, my mouth everywhere on her exposed neck as we rocked together, my pants clanking around my ankles. It was quiet, just the smacks of my kissing and her ragged breaths.
The breathing was so hard, so laborious. Her hands had come up to brace the door, to hold herself steady as she sweated and struggled to keep pace with my energetic humping. She was wearing out quicker every year. Her sex drive was fizzling a bit too.
I felt like such a fucking asshole for noticing.
She noticed. I could see the insecurity in her eyes. She struggled more than she let on to keep up with me, to try and keep me happy, satisfied. Interested. That sad, insecure little girl in her was sure of it, that I'd be bored any day now, that I'd break things off and go live happily ever after with my beautiful, age-appropriate wife. That I'd forget all about her and the children she'd oh so foolishly agreed to give me.
"You are so goddamn incredible," I growled into her ear, scattering the dark thoughts as a hand squeezed one of her bare breasts. She only gave a sputtering gasp. "I still can't believe you let me touch you, that you let me breed you," I squeezed her a little harder at that word. "That those incredible kids you created are real, that they're really mine!" I sped up as I talked, and grinned wickedly as she let out her long, throaty groan.
With a sharp curse I joined her, filling her warm womanhood with my cum.
I watched it leak out of her as I pull myself out and stood up to a straighter posture. She didn't so much as turn her head around until my shirt was finally removed and thrown to the floor. Even then she only stole a glance.
"There. Now let's get cleaned up," I said, pinching her butt playfully to make her jump out of the way. She realized my intention when I pulled the bathroom door open and smiled coyly at her. The tired, flustered smile I got back was delightful.
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