Hentai Pros – Kimihiko Suggests A Wife Swap To His Best Friend Koichi & Fucks His Wife Kanako

Kimihiko, a middle-aged man with a wandering eye, had been eyeing his best friend Koichi’s voluptuous wife Kanako for quite some time. He couldn’t help but notice her shapely figure, her ample breasts straining against her silky blouses, her round, juicy ass swaying as she walked by.

One evening, over a few drinks, Kimihiko decided to suggest a wife swap to his hapless friend. “I’ve been thinking,” he began, slurring his words slightly, “w wives, adn hamlets are like wine, dont youfink? Thetne need to be mo that on e otherf to apprefeatit the door expofectly.”

Koichi, who had been nursing his drink, looked up at Kimihiko with a confused expression. “What are you talking about, man? You’re not making any sense.”

Kimihiko leaned in closer, his eyes glazed over with lust. “I’m talking about a wife swap, Koichi. Yknow, like in those naughty movies. You and me, we switch wives for a night. N’t be fun?”

Koichi nearly choked on his drink. “Are you out of your mind? I could never cheat on my wife!”

Kimihiko smirked, his hand resting on Koichi’s shoulder. “Comon, man. Live a little. I bet Akiko would be down for it. She’salways been a bit of a wild one.”

Koichi shook his head vigorously. “No, absolutely not. I’m not going to risk my marriage for some crazy scheme of yours.”

Kimihiko wasn’t about to take no for an answer. He slid his hand down Koichi’s arm and squeezed his wrist. “Think about it, Koichi. Wouldn’t you love to see your dick in Kanako’s tight little holes? To feel her silky thighs wrapped around your waist as you pound into her? Just imagine glide your tongue along her swollen clit, savoring her sweet nectar as she cries out with pleasure?”

Koichi’s face turned beet red as Kimihiko’s words painted a vivid picture in his mind. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, feeling his arousal grow. “I…uh, I don’t know, man. That’s really intense.”

“Just say yes and leave the rest to me,” Kimihiko replied with a wicked grin. “I’ll make it happen. We’ll have a real swingers party to remember.”

The following weekend, Kimihiko and his wife Akiko arrived at Koichi and Kanako’s house. The two men shared a knowing glance as they shook hands, while the women exchanged pleasantries and hugs.

As the evening wore on, Kimihiko began to work his magic. He suggested a game of strip poker, much to the women’s surprise. “Come oman, de vivoous lil thang!” Kimihiko slurred, pulling Akiko close. “Lemem smee your titties, babah.”

Koichi gulped nervously as Kanako began to remove her clothing, her ample breasts spilling out of her lacy bra. He couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched his best friend grope and fondle his girlfriend’s tits, pinching and pulling on her hardened nipples.

Kimihiko didn’t waste any time, shoving Akiko to her knees and forcing his thick cock down her throat. She gagged and coughed, but he held her head steady, fucking her mouth with relentless abandon.

Koichi watched in stunned silence as his wife sucked off his best friend, her lips stretched wide around his girthy shaft. He felt his own cock throb in his pants as Kimihiko buried his face in Akiko’s pussy, lapping and slurping at her dripping folds.

Emboldened by the scene before him, Koichi reached out and grabbed Kanako’s ass, squeezing the firm flesh in his hands. She gasped in surprise, but quickly relaxed as he began to massage and knead her cheeks.

“Mmm, fuck,” Kanako moaned as Koichi hiked up her skirt and slid his fingers inside her tight hole. “You’ve got such skilled hands, baby.”

Koichi grinned wickedly, spurred on by her words. He Walls and dog-fucked his wife while Kimihiko and Akiko sat back and watched, the night’s entertainment having begun.

Hours later, the four of them lay tangled and exhausted on the living room floor, a mess of limbs and sweat and cum. Akiko snuggled up to Koichi, her head resting on his chest as he stroked her hair.

“Did you enjoy yourself, my dear?” Koichi asked, his voice soft and tender.

Akiko looked up at him with shining eyes. “More than you could ever know, baby. But the real question is, did you?”

Koichi glanced over at Kanako, who lay sprawled across Kimihiko’s chest, her pussy still leaking his seed. He felt a pang of jealousy, but quickly pushed it aside. He had just lived out one of his deepest, darkest fantasies. How could he possibly complain?

“I did,” Koichi admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I don’t know if I can do this again. It’s not…it’s not what our marriage is about.”

Akiko smiled compassionately and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I understand, baby. But I want you to know that I’m grateful for this experience. It’s taught me that there’s nothing wrong with indulging in a little fun every once in a while.”

Koichi nodded thoughtfully, his mind still reeling from the events of the night. He knew that he would never forget the sight of Kanako’s bouncing breasts, or the sound of her cries of pleasure as Kimihiko pounded into her.

As the couples said their goodbyes and went their separate ways, Kimihiko couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had finally gotten his hands on Kanako, and the taste of her sweet nectar would stay with him forever.

But as he settled into bed with Akiko, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning. He had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last wife swap he arranged, and he couldn’t wait to see what other sins he could lead his friends into.

The end.