Kyouko lifted her head from his chest, her breath still unsteady, her body still trembling from how full she’d felt—and how empty she was now.
She looked up at him, eyes half-lidded but burning.
A car horn echoed faintly again from outside.
Kyouko bit her bottom lip, then whispered—
"Can you go... pay the cab?
And let us finish this first...?"
She nodded slowly, her voice barely above a breath.
"I’ll drive you to the airport.
Just... please... let me have you.
Her hands slid to his hips, guiding him gently, inviting him back.
"Please... don’t leave me with this emptiness."
It was love, ache, and everything unsaid.
Haruki adjusted his shirt, pulled up his zipper, and reached into his back pocket.
He took out his wallet without a word.
Kyouko walked quietly to the panel and pressed the gate button.
It slid open smoothly with a soft mechanical hum.
From the doorway, she stood still—watching.
Haruki walked out and spoke briefly with the cab driver, who rolled down the window.
They exchanged a few words, Haruki handing over several crisp bills.
The cab driver smiled.
A huge, satisfied smile.
Not just polite, but thrilled.
Kyouko narrowed her eyes slightly, catching the edge of Haruki’s low voice.
The cab’s engine started again, but this time, it pulled forward—driving away slowly down the street.
Haruki turned back toward the house, a small grin tugging at his lips.
As he stepped through the doorway, Kyouko looked up at him.
"...What did you tell him?"
"Told him to drive to the airport without me.
So Satomi won’t question anything."
Kyouko blinked—then let out a soft breath.
Always one step ahead.
Always thinking of her.
As the front door clicked shut behind them, the house fell into silence.
Haruki turned to her—eyes dark, full of hunger.
And before she could even exhale—
He grabbed her waist, pulled her close, and pressed his mouth to hers.
A deep, heated kiss that stole her breath, rough and needy.
Kyouko barely had time to respond when she felt him move.
His hands yanked his belt loose, his pants falling low in one swift motion.
"Haruki—!" she whispered, half-gasping.
He pushed her toward the wall, her back against the cool surface, lifting her thigh.
One sharp, hungry thrust.
Kyouko’s eyes flew open wide, her breath caught.
The sudden stretch, the pressure, the heat— it shocked her body.
Her mouth parted in a soft, breathy laugh, her voice trembling.
She gripped his back tighter.
Because this wasn’t violence.
Because only she ever saw this side of him.
And only he could make her body ache .
"What a naughty girl you are..."
Haruki whispered roughly against her ear, voice low, voice hungry.
Then his lips crashed against hers—a hard, claiming kiss, swallowing her moan as he slammed into her with no restraint.
Kyouko gasped—her body jolting , arms wrapping tight around his shoulders.
There was no time to adjust.
Haruki’s arms slid under her thighs, lifting her clean off the floor, pinning her against the wall.
Her skirt bunched, his hips crashing into her over and over—the rhythm unforgiving, rough, perfect.
"Nnngh—! H-Haruki—!!"
She cried out into his mouth, voice breaking.
Her whole body convulsed—
A climax that tore through her like lightning.
Fast, hard, all-consuming.
Her walls clamped down, tight, desperate, pulling him in with each tremble.
Her legs shook around his waist, her fingers dug into his back, and—
Just a strangled whisper against his lips.
A moan too deep for words.
Her head tilted back, and she was gone.
Gone in the way only he could take her.
Inside Kyouko’s mind—
words spun wildly, trembling with every thrust.
Look at this, Satoshi...
Look at what you gave up.
This young man. Your own son-in-law is holding me like I’m his.
And not just holding—he’s devouring me.
He’s thrusting his big penis into me without hesitation, without restraint.
So deep, so rough. Like he’s claiming every last inch of me.
Isn’t it humiliating?
Your wife. Who you haven’t touched in years—now trembling under someone else.
Climaxing again and again because of him.
His hand on my breast, kneading, teasing, savoring like it belongs to him.
His other hand tracing my thigh, gripping me tighter every time I shake beneath him.
And his body... pressing me to the wall like I weigh nothing.
Another climax struck her. Violent, overwhelming, and unrelenting.
And her thoughts unraveled.
Look at this man’s size, Satoshi...
He doesn’t just take me.
Like I’m something sacred...
Something forbidden he refuses to give back.
He touches me where you never reached.
Fills me deeper than I even knew was possible.
Every thrust feels like I’m being split open—and yet I crave more.
I never betrayed you.
For over twenty years, I waited.
I stayed quiet, loyal, untouched.
Look what you’ve done.
Your wife, your own wife,who once trembled for you. Now shakes under him.
He slams into me without space to breathe, without pause.
Do you hear it, Satoshi?
That obscene, wet sound?
The slapping echo of skin against skin?
That’s him driving into me again.
Every inch of me feels wrecked, used. And yet, still begging for more.
My pussy is clenching around his big penis like it never wants to let go.
There’s no room left inside me.
I don’t think I can ever feel the same again.
Not after being devoured .
Not after this young man made my body scream—
and taught me what it meant to truly be wanted.
Kyouko’s body shuddered again, her hands gripping whatever she could reach as Haruki drove into her—fast, deep, relentless.
Each thrust hit with weight—
hard, sharp, almost brutal.
Look at this, Satoshi...
Just look at what your silence has done.
He slams his penis into me like I belong to him.
My pussy clenches around his penis so tightly, it’s as if I’m trying to hold on—
like I don’t want to let him go.
My pussy gripping his penis on its own.
Like it knows this is what it was made for.
Not soft, pitiful touches...
This brutal, beautiful force that makes my legs weak and my breath vanish.
I can feel it—he wants to pour everything inside my pussy.
And my body... wants it too.
And you know what, Satoshi?
If you hadn’t abandoned me.
If you hadn’t made me feel invisible.
If you had just touched me, just once—like I mattered...
I wouldn’t be here now.
Made to scream by someone younger, stronger, and completely addicted to me.
Now your wife’s body is being fucked hard by another man—
with every deep thrust of his huge penis.
Every orgasm that tears through me.
This is what you’ve lost.
And I don’t think I can give it back.