I wrote this story for Tiffany. Thanks for all your help, Tiff. I hope you're pleased with the outcome.
Chapter One
My moans urged Nick on as he thrust down into me. We hadn't made love much lately—he had been so incredibly busy with his new job—and I was determined to make the most of the rare opportunity.
Relocating to Japan had been quite a culture shock, and one I was still acclimatising to. Nick had previously lived there for several years before we'd married, but I hadn't even visited the country on holiday.
We'd purchased a luxury apartment on the outskirts of Tokyo and I had quickly come to learn in my first month there that the City was vibrant, full of life. But it was also a lonely place to a newly-married young woman who so far had spent most of her days stuck at home rather than exploring her new surroundings.
It all seemed so daunting! And the roads were so busy that I had no confidence driving anywhere. Thank God for the constant supply of taxis.
Things would change once I found a job, Nick kept telling me, but that had proved to be a nightmare so far. So I had stayed home during the first month like a wallflower, reading magazines and watching television, although there was only so much an outgoing girl could put up with. There were times I felt like screaming with the boredom.
Thank goodness for my discovery of internet porn, even if it was of the Japanese variety. At times it felt like I was becoming a bit of an addict. With Nick working such long hours, and then being so tired when he eventually joined me in bed, it was the best way to satisfy my growing sexual cravings, even if it invariably left me desperate for the real thing. There was only so much satisfaction a girl could get from her favourite vibe, after all.
Maybe that was why I had turned into a bitch in heat in moments like this?
I wrapped my feet around my husband's back, scratching my fingernails across his skin as I dug my heels into his ass and pushed him even deeper inside me.
"Come on, baby," I urged. "Fuck me harder..."
His response was just what I needed. Raising himself up onto his elbows, he gave a grunt as he began to pound me even faster.
"That's better," I growled, my voice reverberating in my ears under the delicious onslaught. "Yeah ... like that..."
We'd met six months ago at a party in London and our whirlwind courtship had been like a fairytale. We'd moved in together almost instantly and in those days we made love two or even three times a day.
Yet those carefree times seemed like a lifetime away now. Relocating to Japan had many benefits, but sex wasn't one of them.
I don't think either of us had anticipated the long hours Nick would need to work to establish himself as a key member of Hiutsu Kyokota's high pressured management team. He'd spent more time travelling the length and breadth of Japan than with me so far and—
His moan brought me from my reverie. The way he was panting hard was a sure-fire indication he was closing in on his orgasm. But even though his powers of recovery were impressive, I didn't want him to cum just yet.
"Let me on top," I whispered, manoeuvring from underneath him before he could object.
Twisting my body, I settled on his lap, leaning forward so that he could suckle each of my nipples in turn. That always made me cream.
I knew he'd cum almost immediately if I fucked him in this position and instead I shuffled my body upwards, leaving a damp trail of juices across his chest as I slid my sex towards his face.
"Get to work, buster," I rasped, clamping my thighs around his head.
Gripping his dark hair with one hand, I yanked his mouth to my wetness in just the way the Japanese girl had done in yesterday's adult movie. When he stretched his neck upwards and ran his tongue across my smooth opening, I understood why she'd screamed out so loudly.
"Oh fuck, yes baby, like that," I moaned, grinding down onto his wet lips. "Just like that..."
When I began to gyrate on his face, in just the way the female Japanese porn star had done, Nick twisted his head so that he could breathe more easily. I moved slowly at first but—like the on-screen girl—very soon I began to increase the pace as the need overtook me. I was half-crazed as I frantically rubbed my sex across the whole of his face as the rapidly-building orgasm closed in and ... then ... quickly consumed me.
Scraping my breasts along his perspiring skin, I slithered my body back down his and kissed him softly as I fitted his still-hard cock inside me.
"Such a good boy," I whispered as I began to undulate on his muscular body. "Now it's your turn..."
ONE WEEK LATER
"This should be a fun evening," I rasped, as I rifled through the dresses in my closet.
Nick sighed again, but he didn't need to respond. The way he rolled his eyes was enough. I was being petulant, I know, but the thought of attending a dinner organised by his firm wasn't exactly filling me with joy. From what he had explained to me, it would be a business meeting rather than a dinner—lots of business-talk among the men in a language I couldn't understand while their women obediently sat by and amused themselves.
I knew I'd be bored out of my mind, but that wasn't the only reason for my crabbiness. Until his elderly boss, Hiutsu Kyokota, had arranged the last minute 'dinner' for his senior Executives—to discuss problems at their Kagoshima plant, apparently—we had planned to go out for a romantic meal. It was compensation for the fact I'd hardly seen my husband all week—again!
"We both know I won't understand a thing about what's going on," I irritably whined, as I held a Dior black dress up against my body.
Nick shook his head as I turned to him for approval, silently telling me the same thing he'd been saying for the last half-an-hour. It was too revealing for a business dinner of this nature. Well, fuck that! Approval or not, this was the dress I intended to wear. It was short but not too-short, low cut but not too-low cut, and if his boss considered this too revealing, my other dresses would blow his mind.
"Are you sure—" Nick dubiously began, but then held his tongue as he saw the threatening look on my face.
"I'm sure," I snapped, dropping the dress on the bed and casually sliding the white robe from my shoulders.
When I saw his eyes flicker across my naked body, I couldn't help myself. We didn't have time for me to push him onto the bed and fuck his brains out, but at the very least I could give him a taste of what was in store when we returned to the apartment after dinner. Taking two steps towards him, I dropped my hand to his groin and squeezed him through his trousers.
"Oh, did I do that?" I teased, batting my eyelashes at him as I felt him start to grow in my squeezing palm.
