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Chapter Eight - Getting Too Close to the Edge

We stepped out of the restaurant into the cool night air of the city. Before we left, the manager thanked us for coming, and he gave Haruhi a genuine sombrero hat to compliment her Mexican-themed gloves, shoes, and socks.

As usual, we got a ton of attention out on the streets. Since I was casually dressed as a normal Japanese guy in my jeans and a shirt, none of the attention reached me. My nearly naked wife, on the other hand... Who the hell are we kidding? My essentially naked wife dressed in all her Mexican-colored splendor, looked spectacular.

It didn't surprise me one bit when she became a semi-famous celebrity after the music festival videos emerged. She and Mikuru were the hottest reverse-style girls at the show by far, and most everybody's cell phone camera honed in on their dancing. Since the two spent time with ENOZ during their rehearsals, they knew many of the featured performer's moves, and they often danced in sync with them.

As I mentioned earlier, a good percentage of the attending females dressed in a similar fashion for free admittance, but none of them glowed in their quasi-nudity like Mikuru and Haruhi. No one else knew the dance moves either. The TV cameras noticed, though. I thought for sure they'd censor the crowd consdering the plethora of scantily clad female fans, but the producers hired an Australian Media company to record the show, and they had no qualms with broadcasting nudity. I later learned my wife and busty dance partner got more air time than the main act.

So naturally, our evening stroll drew lots of attention.

"Hey, it's Haruhi." The male half of an attractive young couple stopped in front of us.

"And she's dressed reverse-mode style," said the girl I assumed was his girlfriend. "Aren't those Mexico's colors?"

Haruhi lit up. "Yes, they are. We just ate Mexican. Thanks for noticing."

"The giveaway was your way cool hat," said the guy.

"Thanks." She tapped her head covering. "It's called a sombrero."

"Miss Suzumiya," the girl asked, "can we please get a picture with you?"

"Sure thing. Give your camera to my husband."

The boyfriend handed me his phone. "Hey, Mika. Would you be upset if I asked for a picture of Miss Suzumiya sucking on my dick?"

Mika eyed her boyfriend sternly. "If it were any other girl in the world, I'd mind. But this is Haruhi Suzumiya." She turned to my wife. "Would you please blow Frank?"

"Sorry." Haruhi took my arm. "I made a promise to my husband that no man's dick but his will ever enter my mouth."

Mika lowered Frank's zipper and pulled out his manhood. "We just came from an Italian restaurant. Aren't you tempted?" The girl pointed the hardening appendage at my wife.

Her eyes bulging, Haruhi bent forward and licked her lips. Then she shook her head. "No way." She glanced at me, but before I could tell her, No, she took the words out of my mouth. "Nope. I made a promise to my hubby."

"How about if we both just kiss it a little bit?" A kneeling Mika moved her lips toward her boyfriend's hardened dick.

"I guess a little kiss is all right." Haruhi looked at me for guidance.

I composed the camera image. "A tiny kiss is fine."

The kneeling girls kissed Frank's cock, and I took the picture.

"One more shot," Mika said. When she reached over and fondled Haruhi's breast, Haruhi opened her mouth. As the tips of the girls' lips met around the Frank's shaft, I took another picture. "Now his balls." Both girls extended their tongues and teased his testicles.

"Oh, shit. No." Frank's dick erupted. I hopped to the side an instant before a stream of steaming hot cum shot past me. The smell of spaghetti and meatballs wafted through the air. "Oh, damn." He looked down at Haruhi. "I am so sorry."

"It's okay." Haruhi checked her gloves and socks. "You didn't get any on me."

"I'm really sorry," Mika said. "I know his balls are sensitive, but he's never done that."

He's never had Haruhi's mouth on his privates before either, I thought but didn't say.

"No harm, no foul." I handed Mika the camera.

Frank put himself away.

"You guys are the best," Mika said. She grabbed Frank's hand, and the two scampered away.

I took Haruhi's hand. "I know you didn't mean for that to happen."

"I'm not sure." She sighed. "I got a small sample taste when I licked his balls, and all I could think about was eating Italian."

"The flavor must have seeped through the sweat." I squeezed her hand. "Thanks for staying strong."

"What are you talking about? I totally screwed up back there."

"The business end of Frank's dick never entered your mouth, and you didn't injest a drop of his semen."

"I know, but... he came."

"It's fine. Forget about it."

"Thanks, Kyon." She reciprocated the hand squeeze. "You're my hubby for life, Kyon. And tomorrow we're doing Italian—for real."

Instead of heading straight home, we strolled around town and checked out the shops so Haruhi could walk off some pent up energy. When a crowd formed and followed us, we ducked down an alleyway and ran off to ditch them—and we got totally lost. Eventually, we walked past a dumpster where five guys were smoking, drinking, and doing drugs.

"Hey." One of the guys pointed. "It's that smoking hot chick from the concert."

"No way."

The five guys rushed out and surrounded us.

"What's up guys?" Haruhi said. "My husband and I are lost. Could you point us to the town center?"

One of the guys rubbed Haruhi's ass with his palm. "What will you do for us in return, sweet cheeks?"

She swatted the hand away. "I'm not having sex with any of you guys, and I'm not sucking any of your dicks either." She pointed at me. "That's my husband."

"Then we better take him out of the picture." One of the guys socked my in the face, knocking me down to the ground.

Haruhi glared at the dude. "Big mistake."

Hoping to avoid flying body parts, I grabbed my head, curled into a ball, and closed my eyes. Were these guys idiots? Didn't they see Haruhi's workout video? Since I only took a sock to the jaw, I hoped she'd keep them alive.

Two minutes later, four of the five guys laid in a pile on the ground with broken bones, and blood oozing from their heads. The remains of the guy who hit me laid in the dumpster, his leg draped over the edge.

I rose from the ground and rubbed my chin. "Did you let him live?"

Haruhi wiped her bloody fist on the dumpster guy's pant leg. "Yeah, but barely."

One of the guys groaned, rolled off the pile, and sat up against the wall. His face took on a look of horror after blinking his eyes open. He covered his head. "Please. No more."

"Which way to town?" Haruhi shook her fist. "And it better be the truth."

He flattened his back against the building and pointed to his right.

I said, "Thanks."

"Darn it." Haruhi picked up her sombrero and started walking. She waved her hands over her body and clothes. "I got blood on everything."

"It might be wise to not go exploring again," I said.

"What's wrong with exploring?" She cupped her stained breasts. "I wouldn't look like this if we hiked in the woods."

"Unless we ran into a bear."

Haruhi chuckled.

The alley took us back to town. Once we hit the main street, we jogged the few blocks to our apartment. Once inside, Haruhi shed her gloves, shoes, socks, and hat, and jumped into the shower.

She exited the bathroom ten minutes later, squeaky clean, wearing nothing but a vibrant smile. "Time for the final course!" She skipped to the kitchen, donned an apron, and fixed me a hot fudge sundae.

I plunked down on the couch, accepted the bowl from her hands, and dug in. "This is really good."

Haruhi kneeled between my legs and lowered my zipper. "I know." She pulled out my dick and glanced up. "You done yet?"

"Give me a minute." I took my time, enjoying the anxious expression of the nearly nude beauty bouncing before me like a puppy awaiting a treat. "All done."

"Woo hoo." Haruhi went to town.

I intertwined my fingers behind my head and enjoyed the ride. Haruhi took her time with me, licking my shaft like a popsicle before enveloping it. I nearly passed out from bliss by the time she pushed me over the edge, gushing like a mad man into her mouth.

"I know what I did wrong tonight." Haruhi wiped her lips before sitting her bare bottom next to me on the couch. "Karma came to collect."

"Are you talking about those guys that attacked us?" I asked.

She rubbed the bruise on my chin. "I bet we wouldn't have run into them if I hadn't made that guy come."

"You only helped," I corrected, "and neither his dick or his cum ever entered your mouth."

"Still, I ventured way too close to the edge of the cliff." She kissed my booboo. "Sorry, Hubster. It won't happen again."

I took Haruhi into my arms and kissed her lips. "Consider yourself forgiven."