Ayaka was a bit embarrassed but excited at the same time. "What are you doing?" she asked in a sluttery tone.
Takashi smirks. "Well, it's my fault that you woke up late, isn't it?" He steps closer to her and tightens his grip on her, pressing himself against her body. "I'm just making sure you get the wake-up call you need."
Genji clenches his fists, his eyes flashing with shame.
"Genji, look at me." Takashi roared.
Genji was scared and quickly looked at Takashi. Takashi's hand had now found its way inside Ayaka's blouse by this point.
Ayaka was leaning back against Takashi, her eyes closed and a soft smile on her lips. She was clearly enjoying the attention and humiliation of her husband as Takashi played with her right in front of him.
Takashi was murmuring something softly into Ayaka's ear, his breath hot against her skin. His hands were slowly and gently caressing her body, teasing her, and sending shivers down her spine. Ayaka was pressing her body closer to his, her breathing was shallow, and her lips were parted in pleasure.
Genji was standing there speechless, his heart pounding in his chest. He could hardly believe what he was seeing—his wife being so intimate with another man right in front of him. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, and he could feel the anger and jealousy rising up within him. He wanted to tear Takashi away from her and demand that he leave their home immediately. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. He could only stand there and watch in silent rage.
The moment stretched on, the tension and emotion in the room almost palpable. Finally, Takashi pulled away from Ayaka, giving her one last lingering kiss on the lips, before looking at Genji with a smug smirk on his lips. Genji could feel the heat of Takashi's gaze, and he knew that Takashi was reveling in his humiliation.
"Listen here, Genji; from now on I will be keeping Ayaka busy in the night so she won't be able to wake up early. So you will take over her responsibilities and make breakfast in the morning for everyone. That way I will have more time to play with these lovely melons." He said as he pinched one of Ayaka's nipples.
"Ahhh" She moaned out loud in pleasure.
"What do you think about this Ayaka?" asked Takashi.
Ayaka was standing close to Takashi, and her face lit up with a warm smile. She was getting incredibly turned on by this. This was her chance to take revenge on Genji for all those years of misery.
"Yes, that's a wonderful idea." She then looked at Genji. "You know, Genji," Ayaka said, her voice mocking, "maybe you should do the laundry tonight too. It's been a few days since it's been done."
Takashi grabs Ayaka from behind and turns her around. Takashi wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her in tightly and pressing his lips against hers. He savors the taste of her saliva as his hands slide down the back of her yoga pants, skillfully playing with her ass. Genji looks on in disbelief, feeling helpless and powerless.
Takashi chuckled. "That's a great idea. Genji, why don't you take care of it? I'm sure you'll do a great job."
"Genji, I am starving after what he did to me the whole night, so honey, prepare breakfast for me and Takashi." Ayaka couldn't control her lust and was about to jump on Takashi.
Genji lowered his head and walked out of the living room and entered the kitchen. The kitchen and living room were combined into one large room, but each area is clearly defined by a spacious carpet. The carpet helps to separate the two areas without creating a physical barrier. From the kitchen, you could easily see what was happening in the living room, making it easy to carry on conversations while cooking. It was the perfect setup for entertaining and enjoying time with family and friends.
As Genji began walking towards the kitchen, he heard Ayaka whisper in Takashi's ear. "I'm so horny, I want you inside me right now."
Takashi smiled and pulled Ayaka closer to him, pushing her up against the wall. The two began making out, their tongues entwined and their hands exploring each other's bodies. Takashi's hands moved up Ayaka's body, caressing her breasts and sliding down to her waist.
Takashi growled and pulled her onto the couch, his hands tugging at her clothes. He pulled off her blouse, revealing her pale breasts, and bent his head to suck her nipples. Ayaka gasped and threw her head back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Takashi's hands moved down her body, tugging off the yoga pants. He paused for a moment to admire her naked body, his gaze lingering on her moist pink pussy. Ayaka moaned again, her body trembling with anticipation.
"Ahhh"
He also quickly took off his clothes, then he lowered himself onto her, his hard cock pressing against her wet pussy lips. Ayaka gasped and spread her legs, giving him easy access to her pussy. She was eager for his touch. He slowly pushed his hard cock inside her, and Ayaka moaned loudly, her back arching in pleasure.
"FUCKK "You are so big."
Genji stood in the kitchen, his hands shaking, as he heard his wife's moans and cries of pleasure. He could hear Takashi thrusting inside her, their bodies moving together in a passionate rhythm. He felt himself getting aroused, his cock hardening in his pants.
If he turned around, he could see them, but he didn't want to. He was afraid he would break if he saw them, so he focused on cooking.
Ayaka and Takashi moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. Ayaka's moans grew louder, her body shaking with pleasure. Takashi grunted as he thrust deeper, his hips pounding against her. Ayaka gasped as her orgasm ripped through her body, her pussy squeezing tight around Takashi.
"AHHH, Takashi, I am cumming." she screamed in pleasure.
"Fuck, you are so tight, I am going to come inside you." He growled as he came, his body shuddering as his cum filled her pussy.
Genji stood in the kitchen, his hands trembling. He was both aroused and jealous, but in some strange and twisted way, he began to feel a strange sense of pride. His wife was beautiful, and he had been lucky enough to witness her pleasure. He turned his attention back to the breakfast he was making, knowing that his wife and her lover would be hungry.