Several months of living together had brought them closer.
Haruki sat at the dining table, laptop open, working on a few projects assigned by his company.
He smiled. After months under the same roof, he and Kyouko had grown remarkably comfortable with each other.
They exercised together in the mornings, sharing "innocent" touches here and there, always staying close but never venturing further. Even when she was just in the living room, chatting idly, Haruki didn't dare push the boundaries.
I don't know how Kyouko really feels about this.
Maybe she's just happy to have company, someone to ease the loneliness in this big house.
"Haruki?" Kyouko's soft voice drifted from the kitchen doorway.
"Yeah, Kyouko-san?" He looked up.
"You working?"
"Sort of. Nothing urgent, though. I already finished the last project and sent it off to my boss."
She smiled. "Good. Want a late-night snack?"
"Yeah, sure."
Just as she stepped toward the fridge, the sound of a car pulling up outside cut through the quiet—followed by two short horn blasts.
The wall clock read 12:39 AM.
"Looks like they're back," Kyouko said, abandoning the snack idea.
Haruki stood and followed her to the front door. She opened it to find her husband, Satoshi, looking utterly exhausted.
"You two look tired," she said, her tone laced with quiet concern.
"Yeah, Mom!" Satomi chimed in from behind her father. "One of our staff made a huge mistake in the project files, and we had to clean up the mess ourselves."
Satoshi sighed, loosening his tie. "I just want a shower and bed..."
"Dear, do you want me to run the bath for you?" Kyouko asked softly.
"Yeah..." Satoshi replied, his voice heavy with exhaustion as he stepped inside.
"Honey?" Haruki called softly to Satomi.
"Hmm?" She turned to him, her eyes half-lidded from fatigue.
"M'kay~" Satomi answered without looking at him and headed upstairs.
Kyouko prepared a hot bath for her husband, but her body was restless. It had been building inside her for days, a slow, mounting ache.
She wanted to feel her husband's body against hers, his hands, his lips, and most importantly, his cock inside her.
Over twenty years of waiting, and tonight, she wanted Satoshi.
After finishing the bath preparations and watching Satoshi head into the bathroom, Kyouko slipped into their room.
She stood before the full-length mirror, adjusting the strap of her sheer nightdress. No bra, no panties—just bare skin beneath.
She spritzed on the perfume Satoshi once loved.
She fixed her hair one more time, though it didn't need it. Then she sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to finish. She didn't know why. She'd never felt this urgent need for sex before. For over twenty years, it had lain dormant, easily ignored.
But tonight, she could feel the throbbing between her legs.
Her thighs pressed together as another wave of heat rushed through her core, making her breath hitch. The ache was almost painful now—a throbbing, insistent pulse demanding attention. Her nipples hardened against the sheer fabric.
She crossed her legs and felt her pussy already wet.
Does this mean I really want sex tonight?
When Satoshi returned to the bedroom, toweling off his damp hair, Kyouko was already waiting. She sat elegantly on the bed in sheer lingerie, legs crossed, her perfume lingering in the air between them.
"Honey? Still awake?" he asked, surprised.
"Mm~ I was waiting for you~" Her voice was soft and sultry.
He sat on the edge of the bed. Kyouko crawled toward him slowly, kissing his cheek, then the side of his neck. Her hands traced gentle paths across his chest.
"Dear... you know... it's been so long since...," she whispered against his skin.
Satoshi let out a long sigh. "Haa... I'm tired, honey. Next time, okay?"
"But..." She tightened her arms around him, her body already aching with need.
"Please understand... I'm really tired." He lay back without waiting for her reply, turning away from her touch.
Kyouko's gaze dropped to Satoshi's crotch. Not even the slightest reaction.
*Seriously!?*
Nothing. No response. No sign of arousal, not even a slight twitch.
She stared at her husband, eyes glistening. Leaning closer, she gently shook his shoulder.
"Dear… please…" she whispered. "Just for a moment… at least push it inside… dear…"
No response. Only soft, steady snores.
She bit her lip, fighting to hold it in. A tear threatened to fall but lingered at the edge of her eye, shimmering under the bedroom light. She shook him again—harder this time.
"Dear… dear…" Her voice cracked.
Still nothing.
With a small, frustrated growl, Kyouko balled her fist and gave his thigh a light punch.
"Stupid old man…!" she hissed through clenched teeth.
She turned away, arms crossed over her chest as she sat on the edge of the bed.
"Stupid old man… limp bastard," Kyouko muttered under her breath, her lips trembling with irritation.
"You only get hard when it's about work or money," she scoffed. "Next time you want sex, just roll up your cash and jerk off with it. Hmph!"
She threw herself back onto the bed and yanked the blanket over her chest.
Kyouko tossed and turned for hours, unable to sleep. The tingling ache between her thighs refused to fade, her body restless.
She let out a long exhale, sat up, and slipped out of bed. She headed to her wardrobe and changed from the lingerie into loose pajamas, not bothering with a bra or panties. Then she stepped out of her bedroom and made her way downstairs through the dark, silent house to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, she set the coffee to brew and leaned against the counter as the machine hummed. Her arms crossed beneath her chest, her expression tight with frustration.
"Stupid old man… bald bastard," she muttered, even though Satoshi wasn't bald at all. "All he thinks about is work."
When the coffee was ready, she poured herself a cup and took a slow sip. The warmth spread through her body, but it didn't soothe the ache inside.
"At least use your fingers or something...!" she muttered to the empty kitchen, annoyed.
Reaching for her phone, she scrolled mindlessly through short videos, recipes, travel clips, random jokes.
None of it helped.
She shifted her legs beneath the kitchen table, trying not to think about the tingling heat that refused to fade.
"Ugh…" she sighed again, whispering to herself, "I just wanted to have sex with my husband at least once…"
( End Of Chapter )