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Part 3, The End, Not Quite;

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Yuka let me know one night that her husband’s assignment to the US was ending in a month. He’d spent his time getting to know the company better and was beginning to advance his position and that meant more money and a move back home for them was in the works.

She’d carried on with me (un)faithfully a couple days at a time, one or two times a month, or every time her husband was out of town. By my count we had sex more than 60 times. From what she told me, I was one of the few people she met while on the assignment. He did not treat her any better and even revealed to me one night I got him drunk that he had a couple interludes while he was on the road, something she suspected and I confirmed.

Nonetheless, he was still trying to impregnate her but she was not interested in that until she was happily back in Japan, around her family and support system. Meanwhile, she continued her amorous ways with me, mostly in my apartment except for those few occasions when we ventured out.

There was a two-nighter she risked by telling her husband that a new friend in the area had invited her out for a ‘girls’ trip’ during one of his business trips, but she spent with me at a mountain resort an hour out of the city. As was typical, neither of us saw much of the scenery, but the small-town locals did get a glimpse of this stunner and from the looks on some of their faces they were impressed, the men at least!

We followed the pattern of cooking and watching TV in my apartment, then sucking and fucking. Her oral got better and better and I got over the thought I should not shoot in her mouth or on her face. She spent the night often, but not always, and sometimes during my workdays I came home for lunch or some afternoon delight. We carried on like this well over a year and any apprehensions we had about her marriage were long gone – a true FWB relationship. I knew what she liked, how she thought and what made her happy, and yet neither of us ever considered her leaving him or staying in the US with me.

As the date drew near there were more distractions, more travel for her husband and a host of details they had to attend to, but the week they were to depart Kenji left Yuka alone in a downtown hotel after they had packed and had their stuff moved out. He was set to make a four-day tour of the sites he’d been working with. We wanted to make her departure special so I took time off work just to be rested enough.

As the wheels of his plane were lifting off the runway, I knocked on her door and was greeted by a perfectly coiffed princess, resplendent in dark red. From her lipstick to her pumps, and everything in between, she screamed “Fuck-me”, but not before we talked about our time over an intimate dinner and drinks at a small restaurant during which our hands and feet played with each other under the table and we stole kisses from each other at the corner table.

Back in the hotel suite, I peeled the sexy dress off her and pitched it to the floor revealing her dark-red bra, panties and thigh-highs. When she came out from the bathroom I turned out the lights, had her sit on the edge of the bed and held her from behind, kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear lobes. My hands teased her (again, the small breasts with hard nipples) before telling her I had a surprise, one she needed to close her eyes for. When she did, I slipped a black silk blindfold over her eyes and continued kissing her softly. A few minutes later, I tied soft rope around her wrists and behind her back, a new experience for us. I laid her back, with me next to her softly teasing and waited for the phone call from her husband. We waited awhile!

When Kenji’s call came in to the room I picked up and held the phone to her ear because she couldn’t. Their conversation between them was polite this time and she purred her answers to his questions as I stroked between her legs and continued kissing softly wherever I wanted, now adding a light feathered wand to the teasing. Her body shook lightly with the attention, legs moving all around and her back arching sexily.

The call lasted the usual ten minutes and he must have thought she was exhausted from all the activity because he didn’t press her on what she’d done, was doing or had planned for the next few days. And when I hung the phone up I asked what she’d like next. Her answer, “I think you know!”

“I have to ask, Yuka, how has this been, making love with me all this time?” I asked how she’d miss me and what it’d be like to be exclusive with her husband again. Her feedback was flattering. Since the first night, she’d only had sex with her husband once or twice a month and that was limited to just a couple positions, a little foreplay and then a quick fuck, but no oral … and orgasms were up to her when he was gone. She let that there was no comparison physically, and the frequency and intensity between us was one reason she endured the otherwise painful US experience with her husband.

With this in mind I wanted the night to be memorable so I started eating her through her moist panties, soaking her and then peeling her lingerie away to the extent I could. I set myself up with my cock touching her lips and told her to open up and as I sunk my cock between her lips. I swung one leg over, started lightly face-fucking her mouth and going down on her freshly trimmed pussy, making her cum with loud moans and violent leg action.

With her bound I rolled her into prone and let my cock slide between her slick ass cheeks, teasing her pussy and anus both before I stuffed myself inside and fucked her. She couldn’t move much but she could still talk and talk she did. I started super slow and built a rhythm over five to ten minutes where I went harder and harder, pushing her legs open for deeper penetration, then pulling them tight together with my cock ramming her.

Every time I thought I was close, I’d pull out for a minute and then start in again. My climax came the third go-round and judging by her sounds she’d already come, but continued to get off on the force she was taking from me. When I did come, I pushed her head into the pillow and went in as deep as I could, telling her I wanted her to take my kid in her back to Japan, holding myself deep inside. When I pulled out I rolled her over and presented my cock to her sexy mouth.

Our time in the hotel flew by and was marked by a genuine love for each other, but she did reverse roles on me with the blindfold and the ties the second night. We stayed in the room mostly, except for an intimate dinner each night, and the calls from Kenji continued on schedule, calls where I unknowingly taunted him by teasing his glorious wife during the conversation. Our last night was memorable because we were happy to be together, but so sad at the prospect of being apart.

We held each other and cried together that night, and then she was gone!

NSFW: yes

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