Japanese wife lactating while cheating with JAV director
The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm orange glow through the high-rise apartment window. Miki, a 38-year-old Japanese homemaker, was lounging on the couch, her voluptuous body clad only in a thin silk robe. Her husband, Hiroshi, was out of town on business, leaving her alone with her thoughts and desires.
Miki’s mind wandered to the encounter she had just a few days prior. She had met Kenta, a handsome young JAV (Japanese Adult Video) director, at the local grocery store. He had offered her a part in one of his films, and despite her initial hesitation, Miki had found herself drawn to the taboo excitement of it all.
She could still feel the warmth of his skin against hers as they made love, his strong hands caressing her sacred spots with experienced finesse. Miki squirmed on the couch, one hand slipping inside her robe to massage her swollen breasts. Milk began to leak from her nipples as she recalled how Kenta had eagerly suckled them, drinking down her sweet lactation with unrestrained lust.
The memory of his thick, veiny cock stretching her pussy filled Miki with a rush of arousal. She bit her lip, rubbing her sensitive nipples faster as she imagined him taking her from behind, those powerful hips slamming into her as he pounded her mercilessly. Her pussy grew wetter, dripping down her thighs.
Miki’s other hand slid between her legs, fingers parting her smooth, dewy folds. She gasped as they made contact with her aching clit, the bundle of nerves throbbing with need. She circled it slowly, teasingly, savoring the building pleasure.
Her mind transported her back to the film set, the lights and cameras just out of focus as Kenta’s rock-hard member filled and stretched her over and over again. She could feel his pubic bone grinding against her ass, his balls smacking her damp skin. He uttered dirty words as he took her hard and fast, driving her wild.
Miki’s fingers moved faster, dipping inside her slippery hole to gather her wetness. She brought the slick digits to her lips, tasting herself as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Her free hand continued its relentless assault on her breasts, milk splashing onto the couch as she simulated the thorough fucking she had experienced.
She could hear Kenta’s grunting, feel his cock pulsing inside her as he neared his release. He had pulled out at the last moment, painting her back and ass with continent after continent of hot, sticky cum. Miki shuddered, her pussy clenching around nothing as she wished once more that he had filled her womb with his seed.
The thought sent her over the edge. Her whole body convulsed as she came hard, casting her eyes towards the ceiling in silent rapture. Her juices flowed, drenching the couch as wave after wave of bliss suffused her mind and body.
Dizzy and spent, Miki lay still, panting softly. In the wake of her intense orgasm, she realized the full magnitude of what she had done with Kenta. She had betrayed her dear husband for the intense pleasure and thrill of illicit sex.
The guilt settled heavy and cold in the pit of her stomach. But beneath it, she could already feel her arousal beginning to mend. Hiroshi would be home tomorrow. Perhaps they could have sex, just as they had always done. But the memory of Kenta’s young, virile body would haunt her, a guilty pleasure she knew she could never erase.
Miki closed her eyes, letting the post-orgasmic haze envelop her. She knew she would have to make peace with her actions, with her desires. She was a married, lactating mom, but also a woman capable of deep, primal lust. And she would continue to indulge that lust, for better or worse.
With thoughts of her JAV lover still fresh, Miki drifted off into a deep and dreamless sleep, the first fingers of the night beginning to creep in through the windows.
