妻から亀頭責めに遭いました。４Ｋ

-four kitchen. Japanese subsection.-

The dimly lit kitchen was bathed in the warm glow of a single pendant lamp, casting shadows that danced across the tiled floor. The air was thick with tension, a palpable electricity that seemed to crackle between Ai and her husband, Takeshi. She stood before him, her petite frame trembling ever so slightly, her almond eyes shimmering with a mixture of apprehension and desire.

Takeshi, ever the dominant one in their marriage, fixated on his wife like a hawk eyeing its prey. His tall, muscular frame was outlined against the dark wood of the kitchen cabinets, his jet-black hair disheveled and glinting under the lamplight. He wore a crisply ironed white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing sinewy forearms.

“Ai, you’ve been a very naughty girl,” Takeshi intoned, his voice a deep rumble that reverberated through the kitchen. “You forgot to buy my favorite sake at the store. And for that, you must be punished.”

“T-Takeshi-sama, I’m sorry!” Ai stammered, her voice barely a whisper. She bowed her head, her silky black hair cascading over her face like a curtain. “Please forgive me. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

A wicked grin spread across Takeshi’s face, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, I will forgive you, my dear. But not before I give you a good, hard punishment that you’ll never forget.”

He stepped closer, his tall frame towering over Ai. He reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back. Ai whimpered, her body trembling like a leaf in a storm. Takeshi leaned in close, his warm breath tickling her ear as he whispered, “Get on your knees, and show me what that naughty mouth of yours can do.”

Trembling, Ai slid down to the floor, her knees meeting the cold ceramic tiles with a slight thud. She looked up at Takeshi, her eyes wide and pleading. Slowly, tentatively, she reached out with her small hand and began to unbuckle his belt.

Takeshi stood still, his breathing heavy and labored as he watched his wife fumble with his pants. Finally, she managed to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, exposing his huge bulge. She gasped, her eyes growing wide at the size of his cock.

Without hesitation, Takeshi grabbed Ai’s head and shoved it into his groin. She gagged and coughed, feeling his cock throb against her face. Takeshi chuckled huskily. “That’s it, my naughty little wife. Worship your husband’s cock like a good girl.”

Ai began to stroke and caress Takeshi’s thick shaft, marveling at its girth. She could feel it pulsing in her hand, hot and irresistible. Her tongue darted out, lapping at the swollen head. Takeshi groaned, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.

“Open wide, Ai,” he commanded, his voice thick with lust. She obeyed, parting her lips and taking his entire length down her throat. Ai gagged and sputtered, her eyes watering as Takeshi thrust into her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat repeatedly.

Takeshi fucked her face mercilessly for a few minutes, relishing the tightness of her warm, wet mouth. Then, with a groan, he pulled out, covering her face and hair with his semen. “Clean it up, you dirty slut,” he growled.

Ai moaned as she licked Takeshi’s cock clean, savoring his salty taste. Her clothes were drenched in sweat and cum, her panties soaked with arousal. She could feel her pussy throbbing, aching to be filled.

Takeshi lifted Ai off the floor, wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her over to the kitchen sink, bending her over it. He hiked up her skirt and tore off her panties, revealing her glistening wet folds.

“Beg for it, Ai,” Takeshi demanded, teasing her entrance with the head of his cock. “Beg your husband to fuck you like the naughty little whore you are.”

“Please, Takeshi!” Ai sobbed, her voice a desperate wail. “Fuck me! Make me your dirty slut! I need your cock so badly!”

With a growl, Takeshi plunged his immense length into Ai’s tight pussy. She screamed, her nails digging into his shoulders as he pounded into her relentlessly. The sink creaked and groaned under the force of his thrusts.

“Your pussy feels so good, Ai,” Takeshi grunted, his skin slick with sweat. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To be marked as my property?”

“Yes!” Ai shrieked, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. “Fuck me harder! Fill me up! I want to be your cum dumpster!”

Takeshi obliged, slamming his cock into her at a punishing pace. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, milking his shaft for all it was worth. With a final, deep thrust, Takeshi emptied his balls into Ai’s convulsing cunt, groaning in pleasure as he pumped her full of his seed.

Ai collapsed over the sink, her body wracked with aftershocks. Takeshi stood behind her, his softening cock slipping out of her well-used hole. He smirked as he watched his cum dribble out of her, staining her thighs.

“Clean up this mess, Ai,” he ordered, tucking himself back into his pants. “And remember, if you ever forget to buy me sake again, you’ll get this punishment twice as hard next time.”

Ai nodded meekly, her body still trembling from the intense fucking. She reached for a paper towel, wiping Takeshi’s cum off her thighs and licking it clean. As she did, she looked up at Takeshi, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“Can I ask, Takeshi-sama?” she purred. “If I buy you sake next time, will you let me return the favor? I have so many punishments I want to inflict on you…”

Takeshi raised an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across his face. “You’re a bold one, Ai. But I like that. Very well, dear. Let’s race to the store, shall we? May the best spouse win.” With that, he turned and strode out of the kitchen, leaving Ai to ponder his last words.

The End