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I love Maria's body.
Whether it was her youthful, supple figure when we first met or the softer curves she developed with age, I adore both versions equally. But that's just my opinion; personally, she feels self-conscious about her overly full figure—especially around the midsection. If I were to pinch her belly fat while she wasn't in the mood for intimacy, getting struck by lightning would be preferable to the icy glare she'd shoot me, making me almost scream, "Just kill me already!"
And yet here she stands now...
"Are you really going to wrestle dressed like this?!"
"Yes indeed."
Her beautiful body is shamelessly exposed.
The only thing covering her flesh is a single white cloth wrapped around her crotch. That's right, Maria is standing there wearing nothing but a loincloth.
Traditionally, sumo wrestlers wear mawashi, long and sturdy belts, but preparing those for everyone would be too much work. However, any random piece of fabric can serve as a makeshift loincloth, so they're easier to arrange.
"Well, if you keep hiding your body like that, I can't check anything."
"But—but!"
"You're going to cooperate, right?"
"Nnnngh..."
By appealing to her strong sense of responsibility, I got her to endure and lower her arms, which had been covering herself. Her pregnancy wasn't yet far enough along for the baby bump to be noticeable, but her plump figure's soft belly protruded visibly over the loincloth. Whoever first coined the term muffin top must have been a genius; it perfectly described this sweet, melting sensation.
"Please spread your legs shoulder-width apart. And straighten up."
"Um, umm..."
With gravity pulling them down, Maria's breasts seemed even heavier, their tips beginning to swell noticeably as erect nipples hardened. Though they were usually inverted, she experienced so many opportunities for arousal at this point that it was becoming more rare for them to stay hidden.
"Does that make movement difficult?"
"No, not really..."
I leered shamelessly at my wife's body.
As I circled around Maria, taking in every inch of her body, it was hard to choose between two equally enticing views: those giant breasts paired with the loincloth from the front or the unique sight from behind. Her plump, ample buttocks completely concealed the garment within their cleavage. From the back, she looked practically naked save for the narrow strip of cloth wrapped around her waist.
"Lord Ain!"
"Yes?"
"You're really going to wrestle like this?"
"That's right."
"But—but then your breasts will be on full display!"
"It shouldn't matter; these clothes are meant for men."
"It does matter?! So indecent... And they're male attire?"
"Oh, did I not mention that?"
"A-ahh...! L-Lord Aiinnn!" Her protest fell on deaf ears as Ain reached for the loincloth and pulled it taut before she could finish speaking.
Ggiiiirrrr ♡♡
"Oh! Ohhh! Ooooooh! The loincloth! It's pulling on my pussy! My p-p-puusssyy ♡♡♡"
"Hmm... Unlike a belt, pulling on this might be dangerous."
"Aaahh! Aiin saa♡ Ooooh! Ohhhhhhh! Fffnnn! Stop pulling it! Ah! Ahaaaa!"
"I have to grab you like this during matches, so I can only pull here."
"I understand! Ah! Yes, I get it! Ai—Aiin! Nnnnoooo!"
During combat, everyone would be intensely focused on defeating their opponents and likely make some aggressive moves. To prevent injuries in our first-ever sumo festival, we had to thoroughly prepare ahead of time. And indeed, we must.
For example... There was no guarantee that the fundoshi wedged between her legs wouldn't slide back and forth repeatedly.
"Ohhhhhhnngghhh! Ahhh, aaaah, aaagh! No, not there! Don't rub me there! Ahii! Ah-aaahhhh! I'm gonna come! I-I'm coming—I'm cominnnngggg, coooommmingggg!"
Shwshhh...! ♡ Shwhooooshhhh...!
The sudden gush of fluid drenched her loincloth, making it stick tightly to her skin. With increased resistance, moving the cloth back and forth would only intensify the stimulation further. Her engorged clitoris, swollen like her nipples, peeked through the translucent fabric.
"Ahhiiiooooh! I'm coming! Ahh, I'mmmmm coooming! Wait! Stop! It feeeels so goood! Too gooood, ohhh!" she cried out.
Squish! Squissssh! Squeeeeze!
"Nnnnnoooooooohhh!"
After enduring countless strokes against her crotch—well, more accurately, after meticulously preparing herself for any potential accidents—the strain became too much, and Maria's body swayed forward.
I gently caught her, then helped ease her down onto one knee with her rear sticking up to avoid putting pressure on her belly.
"Oh... I see. This won't do."
"...Wh-what's 'not do'...? Ahhh...!"
Ploooop!
I spread her plump buttocks wide open.
Pulling them apart stretched Maria's already thin loincloth even more, leaving nothing to hide her bouncy anus.
"This way, your anus is completely exposed. We'll have to address this somehow."
"Mmm... Aahh...!"
Maria's well-distended asshole was now quite impressive. Normally concealed by flesh, it had begun pulsating invitingly once exposed to the air.
How could such a magnificent anus be hidden away under mere cloth?
"Do you have any ideas?"
"Oh, my looovely husband!"
"Yes? What is it?"
"How about...using your hand to hide it?" she purred.
"Oh."
Using my hand...
That wouldn't work during battle, but there was no way I could dismiss Maria's suggestion without at least trying it out. After all, unexpected solutions often come from the most unlikely places.
Shlooooop...
"Ahhhhh~~~! ♡"
I inserted my finger into her hot, slippery hole, coated with intestinal fluids.