Kyouko leaned back in her chair, staring blankly at the kitchen wall. Her thighs pressed together tightly, trying to quell the insistent tingling ache between her leg.
She closed her eyes.
How long had it been since she'd last felt her husband's cock inside her?
She couldn't even remember the sensation anymore.
Kyouko sighed deeply.
I don't need a romantic dinner, just shove his dick in me. Five minutes, that's all I need. At least to ease this burning need.
Is it really that hard...?
He could just pop a pill and take care of it.
Frustrated, she grabbed her coffee mug and headed toward the backyard.
But as she slid open the door and stepped outside, she froze.
Haruki was already there, sitting quietly on the bench, gazing up at the stars.
He sat alone on the wooden bench, the soft moonlight tracing the sharp edges of his face. He looked calm... but achingly lonely.
Kyouko's breath hitched. She turned on her heel, retreating back inside, her pulse racing for reasons she couldn't quite grasp.
She poured another cup of coffee and stepped outside again.
Haruki hadn't moved, still lost in the quiet night.
"Want some coffee?" she asked softly.
He glanced over, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Hmm? Sure."
Kyouko padded barefoot across the grass, her loose cotton pajamas whispering against her skin. The cool night breeze clung to the thin fabric, molding it to every curve of her body.
"Can I sit next to you?" she murmured.
Haruki blinked, then smiled. "Hmm? Sure, go ahead."
"Here," she said, handing him the extra cup.
"Thanks." He accepted it with a small, warm smile.
She settled beside him, the pajamas clinging lightly to her frame, accentuating the full swell of her breasts and the stiff peaks of her nipples beneath the moonlight.
He took a slow sip of the coffee, but his gaze lingered, his eyes fixed on the outline of her breasts and the hard points of her nipples pressing against the fabric.
Kyouko sipped her coffee and noticed Haruki's eyes fixed on her breasts.
"Naughty boy~" Kyouko teased, giving his arm a light slap. "Where do you think you're staring... hmm?"
"Ouch. Not my fault," Haruki chuckled, scratching his cheek. "You're the one who walked out like that."
"Well, it's not like I expected someone to be out here..." She leaned slightly against his shoulder.
The warmth of his body seeped through the cool air, easing something inside her chest.
Haruki looked up again. "Look at the stars, Kyouko. They're beautiful tonight."
"Yes… they are," she whispered, her gaze never leaving his.
Kyouko rose slowly, every movement quiet and graceful, then stepped closer until she stood before Haruki.
She looked at him, steady, composed, before lowering herself between his legs and leaning her head against his chest.
"Kyouko-san?"
Haruki looked at her with concern, noticing the slight tremble in her shoulders.
"Haruki… can you at least hold me? It's cold," she said, her voice soft.
"Are you sure? You know my hands might… slip." He gave a small, teasing smile.
Kyouko let out a quiet chuckle, then leaned back into him. "Just don't overdo it."
"If you say so."
Haruki wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close until her back rested against his chest. She didn't resist. She simply exhaled, letting herself melt into the warmth of his embrace.
He felt a quiet joy stir in his chest. To hold her like this, to feel her soft, delicate body pressed against him was almost unreal.
Kyouko didn't fully understand why she had allowed it. She was Satoshi's wife, and Haruki was her son-in-law. No man should hold her like this. And yet, with Haruki, it felt natural.
Am I slowly opening up to him? Maybe because he's such a gentleman? Always there for me when I'm lonely?
Kyouko glanced up at Haruki's face and smiled, leaning even closer.
"Just… stay like this for a moment," she whispered, her voice trembling faintly. "Until I calm down."
"If you say so, Kyouko-san," Haruki replied softly, resting his chin lightly on her head.
"Haruki?"
He looked down at her, his head still gently leaning against hers. "Hmm? Yes, Kyouko-san?"
She hesitated. "Nothing..." Her voice was soft, almost a whisper.
She closed her eyes, letting the silence envelop them.
"Thank you, Haruki," she whispered.
"Kyouko-san?"
"Ah, nothing. It's just..." She smiled through the sting of unshed tears. "It's been so long since someone has hugged me like this."
She noticed Haruki's hand subtly grazing her breast, his eyes fixed on her cleavage. Slowly, she took his hand and guided it gently to her breast, settling it there.
"Kyouko-san? Are you sure?" Haruki glanced down at his hand now cupping her breast.
Kyouko shot him a sideways glance, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Just don't get any funny ideas, okay?"
They sat beneath the stars, not saying much. Just enjoying their moment—feeling his hug, Kyouko smiled and closed her eyes.
I feel so comfortable around him.
She looked at his hand cupping her breast, and slowly he slid it down to her stomach.
Even now, with permission granted and opportunity laid bare before him, Haruki held back. He respected her too much to take more than she offered. That restraint, that gentleness, meant more to her than he could possibly know.
She smiled. This is why I feel safe around Haruki.
( End Of Chapter )