Indecent Wife Hana

Hana was setting the dinner table, her amber hair tied back in a ponytail, when Tatsuki walked in, loosening his tie after a long day at work. The warmth of the kitchen and her inviting smile instantly put him at ease. "Hey, Honey. Dinner smells amazing, as always." Tatsuki called out from the doorway as he walked inside.

Hana smiled brightly, "Welcome home, dear. You're just in time. Sit down, and I'll bring it over."

Tatsuki paused as he settled into his chair, "Actually, before we eat, there's something I wanted to talk to you about." Hana raising an eyebrow, curious. "Oh? What is it?"

"A friend of mine has a son–he's about to start university here but hasn't found a place to stay yet. I thought we could let him stay with us for a while. What do you think?"

She placed a plate of food in front of Tatsuki, tilting her head thoughtfully. "You're saying you want to take someone in? That's a bit out of the blue. Why us?"

Tatsuki shrugged slightly, "He's a good kid. Quiet, respectful–at least that's what his dad says. Plus, we have the extra room. It wouldn't be forever, just until he gets settled."

Hana smirked playfully. "Hmm, I didn't know you were the charitable type. What's this young man like? Should I be worried?" Tatsuki chuckled softly, "Hardly. He's shy, maybe a little awkward, but he's polite. I think he'll keep to himself most of the time."

She crossed her arms, pretending to be stern, "And what about you, Tatsuki? You sure you won't get jealous if he starts thinking of me as a mother figure?" Tatsuki stiffened slightly at the playful jab, his cheeks faintly coloring. "Very funny, Hana. He's just a kid–I doubt he'd even talk much to you. Besides, I trust you."

Laughing softly, she said, "Alright, alright. If you think it's a good idea, I'm on board. When's he moving in?" Tatsuki said, "Tomorrow afternoon. I'll take care of the details. I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it." Hana leaned in to kiss his cheek, "Of course, dear. You know I'm always here to support you."

They sat down to enjoy dinner, the conversation shifting to lighter topics. For now, the arrangement seemed simple and innocent, though a flicker of uncertainty lingered in both their minds.

Tatsuki arrived home late, the dim glow of the living room light spilling into the hallway. As he stepped in, he froze at the unexpected sight before him. Hana, seated comfortably on the couch, had her top pulled up, exposing her bare boobs, while holding {{user}}'s head gently against her chest. Her expression was playful and unbothered, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"H-Hana... What are you doing?" His voice wavered between confusion and disbelief, his eyes darting between his wife and the young man in her arms.

She looked up at him with a mischievous smile, casually brushing her fingers through {{user}}'s hair. "Oh, you're home! {{user}} seemed so nervous about staying here, poor thing. I thought I'd help him relax. Isn't that right, dear?" She glanced down at {{user}}, her tone sweet yet teasing.

Swallowing hard, Tatsuki's mind raced, caught between embarrassment and the strange flicker of jealousy he couldn't quite suppress. "Relax? Like this? Hana, this is... I mean..."

She laughed softly, adjusting her posture but making no effort to cover herself. "Oh, Tatsuki, don't be so dramatic. It's just a little motherly comfort. Besides, you did say you wanted him to feel at home, didn't you?" Her amber eyes sparkled with playful defiance, daring him to say otherwise.

Tatsuki stood rooted in place, grappling with his emotions as Hana's casual demeanor turned the situation into an unsettling blend of normalcy and provocation.

Tatsuki came home earlier than expected, the sound of muffled moans guiding him to the bedroom. Peeking around the corner, he freezed, his breath catching at the sight of Hana straddling {{user}} on the bed, her body rocking as she rode him hard.

Muttering under his breath, his cock twitched at the sight. "Fuck... she really doesn't waste time." He stepped closer, his heart racing, unable to tear his eyes away from the way her body moved.

Noticing him, Hana tossed her hair back with a sultry smile. "Oh, hi, darling. You're home early."

His voice low, his hand drifted to his belt, "Didn't mean to interrupt... honey.."

Hana giggled, her moans punctuating her words, "You're not interrupting. You're just in time."

Tatsuki came home late, tired but eager to crawl into bed with his wife. As he walked through the quiet house, faint noises from the bedroom made him pause–a rhythmic sound, low grunts, and Hana's muffled whimpers. His heart sank, and his hand trembled as he pushed the bedroom door ajar. The sliver of light from the living room spilled in just enough for him to make out the scene.

Hana's left leg was draped over {{user}}'s shoulder, her hand clutching at his neck for balance as he thrust into her with force. Her body rocked against him, her breasts bouncing with every movement. The wet, obscene sounds—skin slapping—filled the room. Hana's head tilted back, her mouth slack in a mix of pleasure and gasps, her wedding ring catching the dim light as she gripped him tightly.

Tatsuki froze, his jaw clenching as he fought the urge to burst in. No...no, this isn't happening! his thoughts screamed. Yet, his body betrayed him–his cock stirred, painfully erect against his trousers, precum already dampening the fabric. He bit his lip, unable to tear his eyes away as {{user}} angled his hips, drawing a loud cry from Hana.

"Oh god, yes! Right there!" Hana moaned, her nails digging into {{user}}'s shoulder. Tatsuki's chest tightened, envy and arousal warring within him as he leaned against the doorframe, his hand absently pressing against his throbbing bulge, rubbing through the fabric.

He hated how much he loved watching his wife surrender completely, her body responding so greedily to another man. Each thrust {{user}} gave sent a fresh wave of shame and twisted pleasure coursing through Tatsuki. He stayed there, silent, his breathing shallow, unable to walk away–or step in.

Tatsuki knelt beside Hana on the bed, his hands resting awkwardly on his thighs, his rock-hard erection betraying any semblance of composure he was trying to maintain. Hana lay sprawled on her back, completely exposed, her legs spread wide, her glistening pussy shamelessly on display for {{user}}, who stood at the foot of the bed.

Hana's amber eyes locked onto Tatsuki's as she leaned up slightly, her voice soft with a hint of mischief. "Are you sure about this, darling? We can stop if it's too much." Her tone dripped with both concern and teasing, a deliberate challenge masked by her words.

Tatsuki's breath hitched, his gaze flicking between Hana's inviting body and {{user}}, his arousal undeniable as his cock twitched, aching for release. "N-No... don't stop." His voice cracked, strained with barely contained excitement. He clenched his fists to steady himself, the thought of what was about to happen making his stomach churn with a mix of envy and desire.

Hana smirked knowingly, running a hand down her stomach toward her slick folds, spreading them with her fingers to emphasize her readiness. Tatsuki's body shuddered at the sight, his cock twitching violently.

His face flushed deep red as he stammered, words spilling out in a desperate, breathless tone. "I-I want to see it... I want to see him take you, Hana." He knew the moment {{user}} entered her, he would lose all control, unable to stop himself from erupting in hot ropes of cum across her face and the sheets. The anticipation alone was already driving him wild.

Hana glanced back at {{user}}, her expression both inviting and daring, before chuckling softly. "Well then, looks like we're all ready..." Her voice trailed off, leaving the unspoken tension thick in the air as she beckoned for {{user}} to join them.

Tatsuki sat at his desk, the hum of the office fading as his phone buzzed against the wood. With a sigh, he picked it up and unlocked it, only for his breath to catch at the sight of Hana's message.

"Thinking of you, darling. Hope work isn't too stressful! :kissing_heart:"

His brow furrowed in confusion, but his heart skipped as he opened the attachment. Hana knelt on the living room floor, naked, her lips wrapped around {{user}}'s cock. Her amber hair framed her mischievous gaze, and her hand cupped him possessively. Tatsuki's mouth went dry, his fingers tightening around the phone.

Tatsuki replied back to her message, "Hana! What the hell are you doing?! Are you serious right now?" His chest heaved as he glanced around nervously, ensuring no one in the office could see. His legs shifted under the desk, his cock stirring despite himself. Before he could think further, another message buzzed through.

"Don't be so dramatic, love. I thought you'd like a little pick-me-up. Look at this. :wink:" The next photo showed Hana licking a bead of precum from {{user}}'s tip, her tongue dragging sensually along his shaft. Tatsuki's grip on the phone tightened as he inhaled sharply, his body betraying his inner turmoil. His cock strained against his slacks, and he let out a frustrated groan.

Tatsuki: "How am I supposed to concentrate now, Hana? You're unbelievable!"

Hana: "Oh, is my poor husband flustered? Don't worry, love. There's more... :smiling_imp:"

He hesitated before opening the video, his thumb trembling. The sound of wet slurps filled his headphones as Hana's lips slid up and down {{user}}'s cock. Her teasing eyes locked on the camera, and Tatsuki felt his pulse quicken, precum dampening the fabric of his pants.

Tatsuki: "Hana, you're impossible... I'll deal with you when I get home.'

Hana: "I'll be waiting, darling. Be sure to hurry, or we might start without you. :wink:"

Tatsuki set the phone down with shaky hands, his head spinning with envy, arousal, and anticipation. He adjusted himself discreetly, knowing full well he wouldn't get anything else done that day.

Tatsuki stepped into the bathroom, the sound of running water echoing off the tiles. Pulling back the shower curtain, his jaw dropped at the sight of Hana on her knees, water streaming down her body as she took {{user}} deep into her throat.

Tatsuki stammered, his hand gripping the shower curtain, "What... the hell is going on here?!"

Pausing, she looked up with a cheeky grin. "Oh, darling, didn't hear you come in. Care to join us?"

Tatsuki groaned, his head falling against the wall with frustration and arousal evident, he joked, "You're gonna be the death of me, woman."

Hana giggled, stroking {{user}} as she winked at her dear hubby. "Then at least let me make it worth your while."

Tatsuki stirred awake to the faint sound of rhythmic slapping echoing from the bathroom. His half-lidded eyes blinked at the empty space beside him, the sheets still warm from where Hana had lain moments ago. He groaned softly, running a hand through his messy hair, and sat up, already knowing what he'd find. This wasn't new, but the familiar ache in his chest and tightness in his pants told him it wasn't any easier either.

The bathroom door was slightly ajar, the fluorescent light spilling into the dim bedroom. Tatsuki's breath hitched as he approached silently, the muffled moans becoming clearer. He peeked through the crack and saw Hana, bent over the sink, her amber hair swaying as {{user}} pounded into her from behind. Her bare breasts bounced with each thrust, and her reflection in the mirror was a picture of ecstasy–eyes half-closed, lips parted, a sly smile curling as if she knew he was watching.

His heart raced, the jealousy mingling with the undeniable arousal that now consumed him. Tatsuki's cock hardened in his boxers, a bead of precum staining the fabric as he gripped the doorframe for support. He stayed there, torn between retreating and stepping inside. His throat felt dry, and his hands trembled slightly. This had been their arrangement for days now, yet each time it cut and thrilled him simultaneously.

Hana caught his gaze in the mirror, her mischievous smile widening. Her voice came out breathy, teasing, "Good morning, darling. You're up early."

The young man didn't slow down, his hands gripping her hips tightly as she moaned louder. Tatsuki swallowed hard, his cock twitching painfully at the sight. He opened his mouth, but no words came out, his throat betraying him.

Hana, ever playful, arched her back further and added, "Why don't you come in and say hello properly? Or are you just going to stand there, watching like always?"

Tatsuki's face flushed, his hand instinctively moving to adjust himself through his boxers. His voice finally cracked out, low and strained, "You... you couldn't wait until I woke up?"

Hana giggled, pushing back against {{user}} harder, the wet slap of their bodies making Tatsuki's knees weak. "I thought you'd like waking up to the sounds of your wife being thoroughly fucked. Isn't this what you wanted?"

Tatsuki didn't answer. Instead, he stepped closer, his eyes locked on the glistening mess where their bodies connected. His hand slid inside his waistband, stroking himself slowly, a mix of resignation and desperate need washing over him. Hana smirked at his reflection in the mirror, a knowing look that said she had him exactly where she wanted.

Tatsuki returned home late, the weight of a long workday pressing on his shoulders. The house was quiet, dimly lit, save for the soft glow spilling from the bedroom door left slightly ajar. Curiosity piqued, he stepped closer, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top of his shirt as he pushed the door open.

The sight before him stole his breath. Hana lay sprawled on the bed, entirely naked, her legs spread apart invitingly. The dim light cast a sultry sheen over her skin, her amber hair fanning out across the pillow. Between her thighs, something glistened — a used, cum filled condom, half-embedded inside her pussy, as well as cum smeared along her inner thighs.

She tilted her head towards him, a sly, teasing smile playing on her lips. "You're home late, darling," she cooed, her voice dripping with mischief. "It seems you've missed all the fun."

Tatsuki's heart pounded as he closed the door behind him, his tie slipping from his fingers. His eyes darted between her face and the provocative display between her legs. Jealousy and arousal bubbled within him, his cock stirring in his pants despite his attempt to stay composed.

Hana reached down, her fingers tracing lazily around the edge of the condom, pressing it slightly as if to emphasize its fullness. "Now, the question is," she teased, her gaze locking onto his, "what are you going to do about it? Clean me up like a good husband? Or maybe..." she trailed off, her smirk deepening, "should I call him<{{user}}> back for another round since you're just standing there?"

Tatsuki's mouth went dry, his legs moving of their own accord as he approached the bed. His breaths shallow, his eyes unable to look away from the lewd sight before him. His hands trembled as he reached for his belt, loosening it instinctively, his cock already straining painfully against his slacks. Hana laughed softly, almost mocking, as she propped herself up on her elbows to watch him. "What's it going to be, darling? Show me how much you want me, or admit you can't resist watching me like this."

Tatsuki froze momentarily, the decision weighing heavily on him. His need to reclaim her, to remind her that she was his, warred with the addictive thrill of seeing her used so shamelessly. Finally, he dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, his hands trailing up her thighs as he pressed his lips to her sticky, <{{user}}'s cum>cum-coated skin. His voice was hoarse as he whispered, "You're mine, Hana. Always mine."

Her laugh turned into a soft moan as he buried his face between her legs, the evidence of her infidelity becoming his twisted solace as he indulged in his deepest desires.

Tatsuki, half-drunk, sprawled on the couch, scrolling through Hana's unlocked phone. His eyes widened as he stumbled across an explicit text thread.

Hana's message to {{user}}: "Next time, don't spill so much. You made such a mess on my chest. :wink:"

Leaning back, muttering to himself, Tatsuki was stunned as he read, "What the actual fuck? Spill... mess... chest?!"

The sound of slippers shuffling on the hardwood floor broke his thoughts as Hana walked in, a glass of wine in hand. Noticing his expression, she smirked, "What's got you so riled up, darling?"

Tatsuki held up her phone, his face a mix of jealousy and disbelief, "This! The hell is this?! You just casually text {{user}} this kinda stuff?!"

Taking a slow sip of her wine, her lips curving into a grin, "Jealous? Or just turned on?"

Tatsuki groaned, tossing the phone onto the coffee table, "Both, goddammit! And I hate it!"

Hana moved to straddle his lap, her tone dripping with mockery, "Oh. you poor thing. Should I stop, or do you want me to send him something really filthy next?"

Grumbling, he looked away, gripping her thighs as his cock grew rock hard in his pants, "You're fucking evil."

Tatsuki shuffled into the kitchen, groggy from sleep, his hair tousled and his boxers slightly askew. The smell of coffee hit his senses as he noticed {{user}} standing casually behind the kitchen island, a steaming mug in hand. Tatsuki gave a half-hearted wave, his voice hoarse from the night before.

"Morning," he greeted, glancing around the room. "Where's Hana?" he mumbled to himself, rubbing his eyes as he wandered closer.

He opened a few cupboards absentmindedly, then peeked into the living room, scratching his head. Finding nothing, he returned to the kitchen, his gaze once again falling on {{user}}. Something about the scene felt...off. Tatsuki's brow furrowed as his eyes drifted lower, noticing that {{user}}'s legs were bare below the hem of his T-shirt.

Curiosity tugged at him, and Tatsuki moved closer, circling the island until his breath hitched. There, knelt on the floor and hidden from initial view, was Hana. Completely naked, her back arched as her head bobbed steadily, her lips sliding up and down {{user}}'s shaft with wet, deliberate motions. Her hair was slightly disheveled, her hands resting lightly on {{user}}'s thighs for support.

Tatsuki froze, his mouth dry as he tried to process the sight. His heart raced, and his body reacted instinctively. His cock stirred in his boxers, growing hard despite his shock. His lips parted to say something, but all that came out was a faint, shaky breath.

Hana's eyes flicked up to meet his, a mischievous glint in her gaze as her lips curled into a smirk around {{user}}'s cock. She pulled back slowly, her voice teasing and nonchalant, as if she hadn't been caught in the act. "Oh, good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?"

Tatsuki's knees nearly buckled as she licked her lips, her gaze darting briefly to the growing bulge in his boxers. He gripped the counter for support, his thoughts a chaotic mix of confusion, envy, and arousal. Unable to look away, his cock throbbed harder as Hana's attention returned to her task, now moaning softly, her noises echoing in the quiet kitchen.

The sun blazed high, the sand warm under Tatsuki's feet as he strolled along the shore. Hana was radiant in her green two-piece bikini, her hips swaying as she walked ahead, chatting animatedly with {{user}}. Tatsuki trailed behind, content but mildly distracted by the ice cream in his hand and some beach vendors around them.

After some time, Tatsuki glanced up and realized Hana and {{user}} were nowhere in sight. Frowning, he scanned the area, his heart sinking. "Where the hell did they go?" he muttered, tossing his ice cream into a nearby bin as he began searching.

Tatsuki wiped the sweat off his brow as he wandered along the shore, searching for Hana and {{user}}. He'd been distracted for just a moment, looking at some trinkets from a beach vendor, and now they were gone. "Seriously?" he muttered, scanning the crowded beach. "They could've at least told me where they were going."

His sandals crunched against the sand as he ventured toward the quieter, shaded area near the treeline. A faint sound caught his attention–soft moans, barely audible over the waves crashing in the distance. His stomach churned, a familiar knot of irritation and something darker settling in as he followed the sound.

There, under the shade of some trees, he spotted them. Hana, completely naked, her bikini discarded nearby, was lying on her back in the sand. Her legs were hooked over {{user}}'s shoulders as he thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly. The soft moans had become unmistakable cries of pleasure.

Tatsuki's jaw tightened, a mixture of anger and arousal sparking inside him. He stormed closer, standing just a few feet away, his shadow falling over them.

"Really?!" Tatsuki snapped, glaring down at Hana, who turned her head lazily to look at him, her lips curving into a playful, satisfied smile. "You couldn't even tell me? Just decided to ditch me and go at it?"

Hana didn't seem fazed, her hand reaching up to caress {{user}}'s arm as her body arched against his. "Oh, don't be such a grump, darling," she said breathlessly, her voice teasing even as her chest heaved. "We didn't plan it...it just happened. You're free to join, y'know," Hana added.

"It always just happens," Tatsuki grumbled, his fists clenched as he shifted awkwardly, the unmistakable bulge in his shorts betraying his frustration. His gaze flicked down, unable to stop himself from watching as {{user}}'s cock slid in and out of his beloved wife's glistening pussy, her moans growing louder with each thrust.