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The Saucy Wife’s Nipple Fetish
Meet Ai, a sultry, married 38-year-old Japanese wife with a concerningly lustful obsession. Her fixation? A lust for throbbing cocks and particularly, an irrepressible fascination with the tenderness and sensitivity of a man’s nipples. While her unassuming husband Naoto slaved away at the office, Ai would find herself lost in a provocative daydream, her dress tightening as a bead of sweat trickled down between her heaving cleavage. Relenting to temptation, she’d seductively switch off the TV, massage her tender breasts, and tease herself into a state of unbridled ecstasy, savoring every revelation until Naoto’s key turned in the lock.
One fateful evening, her friends Shiho and Sakura discovered Ai’s bizarre obsession during a post-shopping spree gossip session. Stunned by their revelation that their respective husbands had been cheating with a 22 year old college student, Ai responded with a knowing smile: “So what? Husbands come and go. An affectionate man’s nipples provide real satisfaction!” Flabbergasted by this questionable assertion, Shiho & Sakura exchanged glances, but their curiosity was piqued.
Taking the unsuspecting duo by the hand, Ai invited them to her home where they witnessed her performing a provocative toy masturbation dance set to Stefanie Forcier’s raunchy R&B hit “See My Strip.” Captivated by Ai’s sensual moves, sparked by a niche fetish for breasts and their pleasures, the stunned women’s bosoms heaved with climax merely from watching twins toys pulsing and squirming within Ai’s gyrating hips. Their faces blushing beet red, they eyed each other demurely, Hisa spouting a flurry of questions, as Ai selected unnecessary lingerie and Mall cop bikinis from their shopping bags.
“Yours will love this!” announced Ai, the sight of their ROI-provoking Mall cop get up tangible proof of their husbands’ cock-bound complacency. As for Naoto, he replied: “Sex is overrated! There’ll be plenty of time for that later,” and went to sleep. A frivolous spree for milk going by, the trio settled in for a bonding session of genuine proportions involving Asian porn and lesbian roleplay.
As the camera panned over to the hidden corners of the game room, Ai’s lustrous auburn mane framed her porcelain features. The raven-haired vixen fluttered her lashes and wet her plump rosebud lips, before coaxing out a deep moan. As the backdrop of armored mannequins shimmered, she rubbed her chest slowly, savoring each caress as if it was the Oppai Ohh! cream sold in that Chinese toy store. Wriggling provocatively against the camera, she rolled her eyes back and came undone in a surge of palpable ecstasy before collapsing into a puddle of lustful juices.
With a contented sigh, she reached for her rose teal bra dangling from a nearby mannequin and slid into it. She was elated, finally free from the puritanical constraints of her marriage. As she continued her daring exploits, she pictured herself as Playboy’s next covergirl, a fantasy that would soon be realized.
Months later, while sipping fréquemment upon rose-based Gerome candles and making eyes at her friends, Ai’s erotic fantasies began to spill into their reality. She and Naoto were “cooling it” as her job seemed to keep her away for what felt like forever. Late one night, Ai received an unexpected knock at the door. It was the postman with a copy of Next Vita Time, a popular men’s magazine. Inside was an interview with Ai, complete with a series of saucy pictures in nothing but nipple pasties and a jockstrap. To her surprise and delight, Naoto was secretly the interviewer, adding insult to injury. The article ended with her declaration that she’d like to be a Playboy model. Before bed that night, she pondered what exciting new fetish she could try the next morning.
Night gave way to morning as her auburn mane rustled invitingly, tempting her to tousle it with her finger or tight feather cut plumes from the past. As she swiped a crimson lipstick glide across her full, rosebud mouth, a defiant eyebrow curl punctuated the expression she hoped would suggest her newfound confidence. This bold spirit would soon take the form of a passionate letter written to her husband, words dripping with erotic innuendos and tales of lavish orgies.
And there it was… the explosive revelation. An upperclassman had called and teased, his silken whispers transforming her fantasies into a carnal reality. Small wonder her excitement was barely contained within her kaftan dress; it was all she could do to keep her brilliant auburn mane from grazing the popcorn ceiling. Naoto’s key in the lock brought her back to reality and reminded her to play the dutiful wife.
With a seductive smile, Ai emerged from the bathroom, confident that hidden beneath her black agrarian dress were thigh-high stockings and black lace panties. As the hungry gaze of a producer identified her secret desires, a tingling sensation revealed something else entirely. While drinking in the alluring beauty of her young charge, her husband’s eyes revealed a flicker of thwarted desire. Seizing the opportunity, she assumed a demure pose, gazing copy at anyone interrupting their brief tryst. No matter the scandal, she’d have to make good use of her new single status.
