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Goku whistled a tune as he stretched out his cheek, looking at himself in the mirror, using his razor carefully. Removing every hair easy, keeping it clean and tidy.
Rinsing off, Goku checked his phone, looking at the next day's weather, before sinking into his thoughts. A step next to him caught his attention, putting the phone in his pocket. Looking at Milk in the mirror, Goku finished shaving his chin, drying his face with a towel, while Milk leaned against the bathroom door.
-How are the kids? Goku asked, wiping some shaving cream off his neck.
-They're fine, Milk said calmly.
-I told Gohan that he will be the man of the house, since you are going on another business trip, Milk said neutrally.
-He's a little champion, Goku murmured, wiping his forehead with the towel.
Goku whistled a tune as he stretched out his cheek, looking at himself in the mirror, using his razor carefully. Removing every hair easy, keeping it clean and tidy.
-How long will you be gone this time? Milk asked, biting her lip.
She didn't like Goku leaving, and it seemed to have happened more and more often since her promotion to capsule corporation.
-Minimum, one week. Hopefully, it won't last longer than that. Keynote speakers like to ramble. I heard the speaker would be Bulma. But she's not the most patient speaker I've ever heard, Goku said.
"Well, I'll keep my fingers crossed for you," Milk murmured, looking away.
While her husband took off his pants and got under the covers. Goku eased himself off of her, patting the side of her.
-Do you want to have a moment? Goku asked playfully, already knowing the answer.
-Have. ...I have some things to do, Milk said, pointing behind her with her thumb, turning away from her before he could say another word.
Goku laid on his side, disappointed, but not surprised. Son knew that he was going to say "no," as he had done many times. Part of him hoped something would happen, he even wanted her to reject him.
Over time, Goku had gotten used to not having relations with his wife. And for now he wanted to be fully rested for his morning trip.
--Several Hours Later.--
Business meetings had become the bane of Goku's existence. He felt that the higher he went in the corporation, the more of them he had to attend. It wasn't so much the fact that his comfortable home and family uprooted him that bothered him, it was that lately, Goten and Gohan had started fighting.
He was often interrupted with shouts and declarations of war, followed by Milk having to intervene alone to keep the peace. And so, a light trip began to be very welcoming for the young executive!
Goku almost plopped down on one of the seats in the auditorium, isolated from the avid spectators at the front. All the while, a monotone voice echoed from the stage, explaining the current synergy of something, but it didn't matter, in the end, they just summarized it on a sheet that was handed out to everyone.
-Excuse me? Is this seat free? A woman's voice asked.
Of the dozens, hundreds of seats around you, did you want the one next to you? Goku looked up, and his heartbeat began to dance at the sight of the tall hourglass figure. A woman in a business suit was seen there, straight off the cover of a glamor magazine.
-Of course, Goku said, forcing himself to stop staring at her.
While gesturing towards the seat next to his. She smiled at him confidently. Her warm eyes shone beneath a curtain of neat, cut brown locks.
-Thank you, Miku said as she settled down next to him.
Her miniskirt began to ride up her long, toned thighs. She crossed one leg over the other, taunting the Son with a strong figure.
"I thought I could keep you some company," Miku said gently.
"Well," Goku said, trying not to look at her once again.
She was someone very beautiful, and he couldn't even see any makeup accentuating her lips or cheekbones, not that that fact was wrong, even he preferred natural.
-It's always good to have company, Miku said with a cheerful smile.
-I see, I hope to be very pleasant company, Goku murmured.
He didn't doubt that he would be good company, but Goku didn't want to seem like his master Roshi. The faint sensation of his perfume and the hypnotizing way he moved his foot from side to side made her want it more.
-So. How long have you been stuck here? Miku asked.
-Maybe a few hundred years, Goku said, with a bit of humor.
-Poor thing, Miku said with an amused smile.
-I'm strong, Goku said, winking at Miku without realizing it.
Her new partner dipped one of her hands into her impressive cleavage, removing a small bottle of liquor. She didn't even look at him, uncovering this one, taking a small sip, licking her lip slowly, returning Son's wink.
-Just kidding, Miku said with a smile, offering some of her liquor to Goku.
This wasn't much of a drinker, but he couldn't help but take the offered bottle, looking at the mouthpiece that had passed Miku's glossy lips. Goku did not miss the opportunity to taste the same nectar that she had brought into her breasts.
-Do you always keep your treasure there? Goku asked boldly as he looked at his chest.
-You could find out sometime, Miku said, without trying to hide her smile.
She wasn't just flirting, Miku seemed to be interested in him. Goku couldn't suppress the images of her taking her to her hotel room, pinning her to the wall and sucking one of her full breasts into her mouth. But he shouldn't, he was married.
A part of him wanted, needed, to see how far they would go. He often thought that encounters like these were the stuff of myths or shoddy books. That wouldn't happen in real life, plus it wasn't like he was doing anything bad just by talking to her.
-Thanks for the drink. … Miss. …?, Goku said casually.
-Nakano Miku, said the brunette, drinking once more of her sweet liquor.
-Son Goku, it's a pleasure, said Son, while she took one last drink.
A mischievous eyebrow arched as she capped her bottle, tucking it back into her cleavage, out of sight. Officially, Miku was the most interesting person she had met in a long time.
-Where have you been all my career? Goku joked with amusement.
-In your dreams, Goku, Miku said with a playful look.
The speaker's speech continued at a snail's pace, with the auditorium in darkness, and Goku felt very hot underneath as he watched Miku take off her sneaker, shaking her foot from side to side. The silk of his stockings seemed to beg to be picked up and massaged.
-All this time and you haven't even asked for my phone number. "I'm not sure whether to be impressed or hurt," Miku said as she noticed the end of the speaker's talk.
Goku smiled at him, he liked him and not just because of his sexuality. Miku was playful and exciting, huh it made her heart skip like no one had before.
-I have thought about it. But. …I'm married, Goku confessed, knowing that he no longer had to hide it, the fantasies were sweet, but that's all they were.
-So what? Children?, Miku asked, and he could only nod, confused at not seeing Miku affected.
-They are 2 children, Goku said, raising 2 of his fingers.
-I imagine you are a good father. But that must be very stressful, Miku said with calmness in his voice.
To Goku, his voice was soft velvet. Miku's delicate but firm hand brushed Goku's torso, who bit his lip as she slipped a hand under her jacket, crossing his torso as she explored him. Goku didn't stop her, letting Miku take her phone from her pocket.
The screen flashed and she raised her eyebrows at the photo of Gohan and Goten on her lock screen. Being one of the rare moments where they both smiled, instead of their now typical war of words and punches.
"Pretty boys," Miku murmured, before her thumb began to touch her screen.
Goku tried to look, but she smiled and brought the phone up to her chest. At one point, Miku returned it to her, noticing how she had sent a message to herself.
-N. Miku, "Work",Goku read from his address book, speechless, as he looked at her questioningly.
"There's nothing wrong with 'work friends keeping in touch,'" Miku explained with calm on her face.
-Are we friends from work? Goku asked.
Even if Goku knew it was wrong, she was confident, charming, soft and seductive. He wanted to reach out and touch her, feel her silky hair on her fingers. Taste her wet lips for yourself.
-For now. But I like you, so. ...wait, and you'll see, said Miku.
Goku didn't want to kiss her. He… He wanted to put Miku on his lap and touch her. Lift her short miniskirt and make her moan.
-For now, then, Goku said with a smile.
His heartbeat danced once more as Miku smiled back, winking playfully.
--Minutes later.--
-Come have dinner with me, said Miku, standing on the outskirts of the auditorium, still having a surprised Goku in front of her.
-Are you asking me out? Goku asked.
He wasn't as calm and calm with women as perhaps he was with his other companions, but his small brand of humor managed to make him attractive, at least, he hoped it would be.
-Goku. I am the most charming and attractive person here. Don't make a woman beg, Miku said, blinking her thick eyelashes at him.
Miku was right on both counts, she was attractive. Goku just offered her arm, and she smiled, wrapping his arm around hers. She immediately felt her figure against him, as she guided him towards the restaurant. Miku was warm and firm, but yet, she was also soft on the hourglass curves of her.
The formal business suit he wore did nothing to hide how well it fit against him, and his thoughts began to take another step.
-How good would it feel to press his hands on those wide hips and see her shapely ass bounce against his hips while he took her hard? Goku wondered offhandedly.
-Do you know what you would like to eat? Miku asked happily.
Goku snapped out of his trance, noticing Miku's smile, wondering if she could read his mind. A part of him knew that she should apologize for thinking such things, after all. …
-Wasn't a man supposed to keep his attention on the pretty woman he was taking to dinner OR vice versa, so to speak?, Goku thought wittingly.
"I can think of a few things I'd like to try," Goku murmured.
-Good answer, I approve, Miku said with satisfaction.
Miku tugged on his arm a little harder, and Goku found himself being guided to a luxurious private spot at the back of the auditorium. As chivalrous as possible, Goku held Miku's hand until he took his seat before taking his own.
-I have always wanted to come here, everything looks so. ... Romantic. As if you came to celebrate something special, do you know what I mean, Goku? Miku asked.
-Well, I guess so, Goku replied.
I knew deep down that any romantic or special place had to be shared with Milk. But it had been years since she'd wanted to do anything remotely fun. She never wanted to go out or do anything. Since Goten's birth, Milk seemed to be colder and clumsier.
Goku looked at his ring painfully, aware that joining Miku for dinner was bad, being a polar opposite of his wife, and this only excited the Son.
-Are you okay? Miku asked.
Goku watched as she smiled at him, Goku slid his ring off his left finger before slowly pushing it out, being stopped by Miku.
-We can always pretend for one night, don't you think? Miku asked calmly.
Goku couldn't help but look at her as she relaxed in her seat, completely absorbed in the menu. Goku couldn't help but imagine her in her bed at her house, spread out against the sheets, with her legs apart and a smile on her lips. Goku swallowed some water, willing her wild thoughts to behave.
-Welcome! Are you ready to order? asked a waiter.
-A bottle of champagne to start. For our. ...first anniversary, Miku said.
She smiled through the menu, noticing how Goku was surprised. Son did not hear the waiter congratulate them enthusiastically, he did not even notice when the waiter left to fetch a bottle of alcohol.
-Take care love. You might hurt my feelings if you're not going to enjoy it, Miku said with an amused smile.
Goku took his menu, licking his lips, looking at all the options. Anything to distract him from his pretend wife and how infinitely attractive she was compared to his real wife.
--Hours later.--
The afternoon ended too soon. And with that, the conference was over. And now Goku was undecided about what would happen, being a gentleman, dumbfounded as always. And once again, Goku held Miku's arm, walking her to the lobby of her hotel.
During dinner, Goku learned about Nakano's aspects, seeing in her a natural leader who was being groomed for a promotion. But he didn't surprise Son, who, seeing every look and step she took, exuded confidence and power. Miku was charismatic, and she felt herself fall under her spell without even trying.
-You know, dinner was my idea. And I'm not even going to get a kiss goodnight? It's our first anniversary after all, Miku said flirtatiously.
Goku found himself staring at her soft, full lips, every twitch and playful smile she gave him sending his thoughts into a spiral and his libido into full gear.
Miku made no move, waiting for an action, while Goku approached, leaning towards her. Goku closed the gap, brushing his mouth gently against hers. Miku leaned down and gently pressed back, sticking her tongue out to tease him. Her arousal coursed through him, and Goku pressed her against her body, wrapping her arm around her shoulders, deepening her kiss.
Goku tasted her, caressed her. Miku moaned softly, parting her lips, allowing him to lick her teeth. Goku kissed her with desire. He really loved Miku.
--2 months later.--
At that moment. Goku crawled around his house, collecting his things, debating whether or not he should leave a note for Chi. He tapped the paper with a pen, thinking of something to write, but nothing came. He gave up, picking up his phone and keys, before walking out the front door. Goku left his home when he saw that everyone was asleep.
-To the airport, please, Goku said, looking at the taxi driver who was waiting for him.
Goku put on his seat belt and took out his cell phone, checking the information on his ticket, feeling the car start to move, moving away from his house. Only a couple of hours for his flight, and another few for his landing.
Goku turned on his phone, opening an app, pressing a variety of buttons. Opening a private photo gallery, selecting his favorite. In it, a sensual and teasing image of Miku in his steam bath, naked and wet from a cool shower. The most recent photo he had exchanged with her, accompanied by a note of how she hoped to see him again.
Only 2 months had passed since the business meeting that turned into an impromptu date!
--Flash Back.--
The seasons began to change, with spring pollen flying through the air and Goku moving towards a newer office. It was a time to start over, and at the same time, he didn't believe it was possible for a man to feel so sexually repressed and frustrated.
It seemed that life had begun to conspire against him. Gohan and Goten had become incredibly stronger, and by the time the two were put to bed for the night, both he and Milk were exhausted. But more than that, every advance he made towards his wife was met with a timid shoulder.
-Not now, Goku. I'm very tired. C-could you stop? I'm trying to sleep. My head hurts, dear. This is neither the time nor the place, Milk said.
Something that frustrated Son, but one night Goku was at his limit. He sat her down and asked for a nice, old-fashioned date night. He could have the morning off work. They could relax, enjoy dinner, and become a couple again, like when they were dating. And hesitantly, she smiled and nodded.
-The day arrived, and we just left, arriving in the afternoon, returning home. Milk bathed herself, and after that, she climbed into bed in full pajamas, beginning to fall asleep.
-Milk. ...?, Hey, it's our night!, Goku called without trying to complain.
-I'm sorry. "I'm so tired," Milk replied sadly.
It wasn't even 9 pm, and Goku sat on the bed, staring at his phone while Chi slept next to him. Bored, frustrated, and alone, Goku hesitated before sending a message to Miku, whom he tried not to message too frequently. To preserve her marriage.
-Hey, beautiful.His response came back, sooner than he expected.
-How are the things going?.Goku smiled as he read Miku's response.
-Nothing special. And you?,Goku responded without expecting another response so quickly.
But she surprised him once again, not a minute had passed before a simple text flashed on the bar of his screen.
-I just got out of the shower!.
At that moment. Goku was frustrated, and the thought of the seductive woman emerging from a steamy shower, soaked and gloriously naked, was too much for him. Her arousal began to swell just thinking about her on the other end of the phone, rubbing a towel over her creamy flesh.
-Do you mind showing it to me?The message was written and sent without thinking twice.
Minutes passed without a response, making Goku nervous and excited. Maybe Miku wasn't impressed by a married man asking her for a naked photo over the phone.
Miku was beautiful and seductive. She was 2 months old and she wanted her more than when he kissed her. Goku bit his lip, thinking that maybe he should send a message, saying that he was just joking, that was better than nothing.
You have received a photo!Goku blinked, looking at Chichi's sleeping form before opening it.
Goku's heartbeat skipped a beat as he stared at the screen, where a long, pale leg was stretched out before a mirror, Miku's full breasts and forehead barely hidden by a damp towel she held in front of her body. His flesh glistened with moisture, and he could almost imagine what it would feel like to run his tongue along the wet slope of his chest. He swallowed and his erection grew immediately.
-Wow, was all he could write, biting his lip, looking a little longer at the brunette's perfect flesh and shapely curves.
-You owe me. Came Miku's response shortly after.
Goku's head turned slightly, wondering what he could do to return this favor. Another silent message rang on his screen and he opened it, absently noticing the word.
-Photo!. That message arrived just as his cell phone went off. His display once again filled with Miku, but this time the towel was gone. Her arm rested on her chest, barely covering one of her swollen, pink nipples.
-Now you REALLY owe me!Another message came immediately after.
A dewdrop of precum escaped from the tip of Goku's large penis, beginning to type on his cell phone again.
-And how am I going to compensate you?Goku responded with a question.
-Go to your bathroom and take your phone. It was his first instruction.
Goku walked out of the aisle, taking his seat, opting for economy class, saving a little more. After all, he wasn't on a real business trip. He sat up, adjusting to buckle his seatbelt, forcing himself to relax.
It wasn't the first time he had met Miku since their exchange. Lasting only 6 weeks after the little photo of her, before she lost resistance to her charms. 6 weeks of work, children, a wife behind and sexual frustration on top of everything. Even in one afternoon, Miku had sent him a message with a small movie, signed simply with it. …
-Wish you were here. That was the note Miku had left in the message.
It was dark, blurry, held by a trembling hand, but there was no confusion in the pattern of her miniskirt rising as his fingers played with her intimacy. In her office, noticing the shadow that only her desk could make.
-Are you trying to immerse me in madness?Goku asked in response to such a message.
-Yeah. I'm at the airport hotel, room D20. You have 3 hours until my flight. Make an excuse. And come here. Now!.Miku responded in a moment.
Goku had reached his limit, he needed her, more than anyone. It was the first time in years that he had used a sick day, claiming that a migraine had struck quickly, hard, and was of no use to anyone. Saying that he would stop by the hospital before heading home, and without further ado, Goku was dismissed by his worried boss.
Goku wanted Miku, and his cock twitched with desire as he rode the elevator to his bedroom floor. He would do it slowly, he told himself. She was over 2 hours old now. Plenty of time to make small talk, relax, have a drink. Try her lips again.
Upon reaching the indicated place, the door opened wide, and there, naked without a care, was Miku. She was as beautiful, seductive and confident as she was in the powerful business suit of hers. Goku growled as he entered and lifted her by her hips, slamming the door with her foot. Her playful laughter escaped into the hallway before he finally had her to himself. And for more than an hour, he had her in every way possible.
Miku stripped naked when they finally separated. Goku could only watch her, lying on the luxurious hotel bed, as she pulled up her panties and began to take off her blouse over her arms. Every step he took seemed majestic, and he just wanted to jump off her and embrace her, pulling her back into the sheets so he could kiss her creamy skin and run his fingers over her wet pussy.
"So?" Miku asked, turning to face him in just her blouse and underwear.
Of the 2, Goku knew he was probably the trophy kid. Even while he was there half naked. Miku seemed ready to stroll in and seal the deal for a 6-figure sum.
-Was it everything you thought it was?Goku asked himself.
He had thought about taking her to bed ever since she had kissed him, almost four months before. And since she started teasing him with steamy and candid pictures. He had thought a lot about having sex with Miku. But no fantasy was able to compare to the feeling of her arms around her shoulders, her legs wrapped tightly around her hips, or the hot, wet flesh of her intimacy that rested against him. he.
-It's nothing like what I imagined, Goku confessed, and she smiled at him.
There was no point in acting coy and pretending that everything was a matter of the moment, that it would never happen again. He didn't think he could resist her calling him if she ever wanted him again.
-Tell me Goku, how am I different then? Miku asked.
-You are better in every way, Goku responded lustfully.
Miku smiled at Goku, leaning down, running her fingers along his cheek.
"Good answer," Miku purred, kissing him as if he were her property.
--End of Flash Back.--
Business meetings were often held at resorts so the hard-working guest's family could come, relax, and have fun. It was an opportunity that she had discussed with Milk some time ago, but they both decided against it. The children were too much for her mother, and she simply did not want to travel.
Stepping off the plane, Goku was happy now that they had opted for it. He didn't want the next week to be filled with reminders of, This is where Goten pushed someone in the pool!, oh, here's another fancy room where they had no privacy!. He just wanted to block it all out and have fun, soaking up the sun's rays. While his hand did not leave Miku's shapely back.
-Hello, stranger, said a velvety voice in his ear.
Goku blinked and stopped, looking to his side as Miku seemed to appear out of nowhere. Suddenly, Miku's arms wrapped around his shoulders, meeting his lips. Goku's hands found their way around the figure of him, sucking his lips in the center of the airport terminal.
-I just have to take my suitcases out of my room, and I will be all yours Goku, Miku promised as she separated from their passionate kiss.
Being a wealthy executive, Miku could afford a small room at the airport if she wanted to rest or explore for a few hours between flights.
-How long do you have in your room? Goku asked, playing with the back of his blouse, making Miku smile.
-Let's see, just over 2 hours. Can't you last that long? Miku asked with a giggle.
-No, Goku responded, wanting to possess the lovely brunette.
-You always give me the good answers I want, Miku said mockingly.
Miku smiled and breathed as they ripped off her miniskirt, tossing it into the corner of the airport room behind her. Miku stepped back gracefully, lying back on the bed, spreading her legs apart. Goku looked at Miku's body, but especially at her pink pussy, spreading her lower lips with his fingers.
He didn't give her a chance to say anything. Goku had missed her so much, and the sight of her glowing sex made him burn with hunger for her. Goku knelt down on her, hugging Miku's long legs, before being licked on both sides of her swollen mounds. Miku shuddered, moaning softly, her fingers running through her hair, her nails scraping the scalp of Goku, who dragged her tongue from the bottom of her entrance to her clit.
Goku! Oh Yes, Honey! Miku moaned, while her legs trembled.
Goku had never heard her refer to him so affectionately, but that only sent him an exciting warmth, and at this, Goku wanted to please her, to make her moan and sigh, just to make her happy.
Miku couldn't describe all those sensations, feeling Goku playing with her wet pussy. Unable to bear it, Goku gently bit Miku's clitoris, causing her to be hit by her orgasm. Miku moaned, arching her back as she felt such pleasure.
Goku wasn't worried about this, looking proud at being able to take her breath away. Prouder than on his wedding day, or even on the birth of his children. Making this voluptuous woman a shiny mess from her sweat was simply satisfying.
-How long did you say you had the room for? Goku asked, closing his eyes and sighing.
It felt good to be next to him again, lying naked on a luxurious bed. Without looking up, he felt her move, going to the edge of the bed.
"Enough," Miku said, before Goku's cock was engulfed in warm wetness, making Goku moan, looking to where she had gone.
Miku knelt in all her glory, looking at him with those sea-blue eyes. Her thick lips wrapped snugly around the swollen tip of her cock as she sucked him deeper into her mouth, releasing him with a pop, running her tongue along the length of it.
"I've missed you, Goku!" Miku said, wrapping her fist around him, giving him a slow, delicate pump.
Her fingers curled around his cock. Miku's tongue moved out to tease the tip of hers, drenching it in precum, even she was sure Goku had never felt so much pleasure before.
-During the Next Week, You Completely Belong to Me Goku. And I'm going to take exceptional care of you, Miku said lovingly.
Goku couldn't speak, and simply nodded, watching as Miku smiled and leaned closer. Her full, heavy breasts rose, one resting on each of her hands, before she trapped his cock between them. A warm softness caught her senses, hissing as she began to push against her breasts, caressing him up and down.
Goku looked at his left hand, and without thinking twice, he took off his wedding ring, letting it fall on the edge of the bed where his clothes were wrinkled. Immediately the gentle embrace of Miku's breasts became hotter. Goku ran his fingers through her brown hair, moaning as she leaned down enough to take him back into her mouth.
-Miku. ...Yes, Keep It Up, I'm Going To Cum. …said Goku with pleasure.
Miku didn't respond, but Goku felt Miku's lips curve into a smile. The brunette hugged him with her tits, swallowing his thick tip in his mouth, moving the entire upper part of his body.
-Don't hold back Goku! Miku said with a couple of guttural moans.
Goku's cock twitched, collapsing onto the boneless bed as he felt Miku's tongue brush against his sensitive slit.
A moment later, Goku felt the bed move. Miku stretched out next to her, even naked, wet and with her hair messy, she looked radiant. Her round breasts swayed as he approached. Goku saw drops of his sticky seed on Miku, but the Son was distracted when Miku brazenly opened her mouth, revealing a thick, pearly liquid, before noisily swallowing it. Miku licked her lips, showing, most assuredly, her mouth empty of her.
-Well, I think we should take a shower. …but the place is barely big enough for one. Can you take me to our resort, honey? Miku asked.
--Moments later.--
The resort was better than I thought it would be. Having only glimpsed it from afar, Goku was expecting the usual collection of pools and spas, activities and all framed by white beaches and pristine ocean views.
Although Goku would be happy to hang a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door to fuck Miku until she couldn't walk in a straight line anymore. But the view from the tinted windows along the bay wall and the bar seemed good enough to skip.
-Are you ready to go out? Goku called, hearing his lover make noise in the bathroom.
-Almost, I just need to put something on, Miku responded as she left silently, wearing a silk swimsuit, accentuating her hourglass figure.
Miku approached him with a smile, standing on tiptoe, pressing her mouth against his sensitive neck, sucking hard enough to make the Son's knees weak.
-What was all that about? Goku asked, seeing Miku move away.
Miku pursed her lips, and he noticed the bright lipstick she was wearing, painting her mouth a rather warm shade of pink.
"I'm just marking my territory," Miku said casually.
Miku took Goku's arm, guiding him towards the door. !On the way, it was impossible to miss the warm pink mark it had left on his throat.
Goku couldn't remember the last time he felt so free and happy. Not only was he sitting on a stool underwater while he was having a cocktail at the pool bar. The few times he went out and drank with friends he stopped when he and Milk got married. Not even the golden rays of the sun shining on the bay, however, made the pool sparkle and sparkle.
There was no constant reminder that he had run into things too soon or that something could ruin his chances of having a little more fun in life. Finally she could only relax and pretend that for that week she would be free from yelling at children and a frigid wife.
-What are you drinking? Miku asked as she emerged next to the Son, her brown hair plastered to her face.
-Pina Colada, do you want?, Goku offered, but she just smiled and pushed him away.
In a moment, Miku was on top of him, licking his lips, her hands caressing his face. The cold water of the pool did nothing for his growing arousal, with Miku leaning back, he moaned softly.
-I like it. "It's sweet," Miku said with a smile, nodding to the waiter.
-I think I could. ...get used to this, Goku said.
-To the Drink?, Miku asked playfully.
-You know what I mean, Goku said with a half smile.
"I just want to hear you say it," Miku whispered, being pulled by Son onto his lap.
"Is this for me too?" Miku asked jokingly, moving her wet hips against Goku's.
It didn't matter that they were in public and in full view of some guests. Miku turned it on. Goku could easily shove his cock inside Miku's slippery pussy if it weren't for so many witnesses.
"You know, my house has a pool too, dear," Miku purred in his ear.
-Don't tempt me, Goku murmured, it sounded so easy to run away with her.
-You do not know? That's the point, baby, Miku said with desire in his voice.
Goku's heart was beating, and it had very little to do with his need to bury his erection inside her pussy. Instead, he tried to imagine a life in which he would return home to a warm hug and adventurous sex with a confident Miku instead of the cold Milk, exhausted by his 2 children.
Goku kissed her, allowing himself to get lost in his little fantasy for a while.
The beach was amazing first thing in the morning. Being the place that would make perfect vacation memories. Surprisingly, it was Miku who thought of it, as she took her hand and walked across the white sands with a coffee to go.
-I didn't think you were so sentimental, Goku said with a smile.
-Oh, it takes a lot to impress me like that. But a woman's heart can melt for the right man, dear, Miku said.
The look he gave her was intense. Goku felt the desire come to life once again. To bring her closer and whisper promises in his ear. To do everything possible to be able to wake up with her every day, and not just to have Miku's breasts moving back and forth on her morning erection in the morning.
-You're trying to seduce me, Goku said playfully.
Miku had already tucked him into her bed, but they both knew she was pushing for more. And a part of him, a big part, wanted it too. She looked at him from behind his thick eyelashes, moving closer until his arm was wrapped around his neck.
-Would you like it? Miku asked calmly.
Goku smelled her perfume on the roasted beans of his coffee. Miku stood on tiptoe, pressing her large breasts against his torso. Her teeth found his earlobe, and she brought it to her mouth, earning a soft sigh.
-Imagine waking up every day. Having dinner together. You go to work. You return home. And you spend your nights exploring every sinful pleasure I have to offer you, Miku said, with the beach deserted, running one of her hands over Goku's torso.
-I could give you and this beautiful cock everything you can experience with a woman. She would shake you, she would suck you, she would swallow you. You could fuck my pretty pussy and fill me with your thick, delicious cum. "I'd even oil you up and let you fuck my tight ass," Miku purred, feeling Goku's cock twitch in his hand.
-You're going to drive me crazy, Goku moaned, seeing Miku's smile as she moved her hand away.
"I'll make you mine if you let me," Miku said softly and confidently.
Miku winked at Goku, before turning around, starting to walk towards the hotel. She didn't motion for him to follow her, knowing that he was half naked and too excited to walk properly. But she just did it. She had to have it.
--Time after. In the room.--
"That's it!" Miku shouted, her throat hoarse, with sweat pouring from both of them.
The bed looked messy, the sheets were soaked. For hours they had done nothing but fuck as hard, rough and fast as they could. Miku straddled Goku's lap and mounted him, grinding herself against him. Turning around, Miku held on to his cock. Now his legs were wrapped around his waist, as Miku begged him to fill her once more.
-That's it, Baby, Give me More. Give me Everything!, Miku said, feeling her nipple being attended to.
Sweat dripped against his chest, but none of them cared. Goku pushed her hips against hers, again and again, thrusting just enough to meet her peak and fill her for the third time in as many hours.
Miku's legs tightened around him, biting into his shoulder. Being so close. ...
And in that moment. Goku's phone buzzed on the nightstand, for the seventh time that day. Miku moaned, not out of pleasure but out of frustration. Goku could feel her orgasm just out of reach, collapsing against her for a moment, fumbling for her phone, bringing it closer to her ear.
-I can guess who it is, said Miku, with dry lips. Goku smiled apologetically, answering his careless phone.
-Goku? Milk's voice came through the speaker, weak and tired, indifferent.
All Goku wanted was to conclude whatever conversation they were having so he could go back to having frantic sex with Miku.
-I've been trying to contact you all day. Are you so busy there that you can't answer? Milk asked with notable coldness.
Goku was busy though, his hips moving on their own, pushing his cock back into Miku's slick pussy, making a muffled moan. Miku smiled at him in a pretty, playful and radiant way.
-I'm sorry, Milk. Everything is really great. I'm learning a lot. "I don't think he'll come home," Goku said, swallowing hard.
-That's not funny, Goku, Milk said sharply.
-Yeah. I'm not kidding, though. "I'm sorry about that," Goku said, leaving the line dead silent. Until Milk spoke again in a confused tone of voice.
-But not me. …Before Milk finished speaking.
Miku sat up. The sudden movement around his hips brought Goku back to reality, and in an instant, Miku took the phone from him. Him lying back on the soaked sheets, running one of her hands through his damp hair.
-Hello?. I'm afraid you're interrupting our vacation. "I'm trying to make this wonderful man all my own, so I would appreciate it if you didn't call again," Miku said, not bothering to look at the screen, without cutting the connection.
Instead, Goku watched Miku reach toward the nightstand, where a bottle of champagne rested in a thawed ice cube. Plop. That sound rang when he slammed the cell phone in sharply, efficiently killing its use.
Goku blinked. Not because of the loss of his phone, but because of what had just happened. Goku stared at her, still connected to her. Miku bit her lip and looked at him.
-What I said is true. I will take care of you. I can get you the best lawyer, a transfer, get you away from that life. Just be mine, Miku said, sitting on her bed, naked and glistening with sweat, looking more serious than Goku had ever seen her.
Son couldn't remember a time when Miku wasn't cool, calm, dominant and charming. She almost seemed vulnerable now.
-I want to wake up with you. Live with you, I want to have your children. I want you to be the father of my babies and to travel with me, to do everything with me, said Miku, who bit her lip, and his legs tightened around Goku's hips.
At that moment. Goku realized that Miku had fallen in love with him. And now this could actually be possible. Would he be able to leave his old life with Milk? He wanted nothing more than to give everything he had to her. To Nakano Miku.
The Son leaned forward, caressing her flushed cheek, kissing her. This wasn't the first time, nor the last time she would do it, but this time there was something sweeter, less naughty, less about having dominance.
-Miku! "I'm all yours, forever," Goku said with a loving smile.
Miku screeched, tightening around Goku, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around his body. Goku felt the silk walls tremble as she felt such affection for his statement. Goku leaned into his arms, rocking his hips against Miku's.
-I'm yours. You will have all of me for as long as you want, Goku said between moans.
-I will love you forever Goku! Miku moaned with love.
Miku bit the Son's shoulder as she moved. Goku felt his climax, being taken by surprise. Miku eagerly pushed her hips against his, milking his cock, while her pussy dripped her wetness onto his hips.
-Finish it for me, baby. Fill me, give me everything, I want your hot seed. Spray it inside me! Miku moaned, inciting him to cum inside her, to start making her a mother.
Goku didn't need much encouragement, and with a grunt, he reached his limit. Goku grunted as he entered her, releasing his thick ropes of cum deep inside him. Miku's moans turned into ecstasy as she felt Son cum inside his belly.
-More, my love. I need you so much, Miku said with pleasure and several gasps.
"You got me Miku!" Goku said, lifting one of the brunette's legs, pushing his cock into Miku's pussy from a new angle.
Miku moaned softly as Goku began to take her once more. Goku wouldn't stop until Miku was completely exhausted. And when she finished, he would fuck her again without control, until she turned into a sexy Mom.
¡End of One-Shot!.