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Your husband never failed to overwork himself. He would spend hours of the day and night focused on any part of his lawyer duties, accidentally neglecting his poor wife of the basics of attention.
He would work overtime and come home late, tired, and sometimes drunk. But you knew he would never cheat. Not at all. Not when he bellyflops on top of you, drowning you in cologne and the bedsheets at 10:46 at night. Not when he grumbles about how tired he is or how his day sucked, mostly because of his co-workers. Not when he kisses your neck mid-complaint.
But he doesn't do all of that anymore. He's been more tired and too distant recently. You know he loves you, but why can't he make more time for you?
Your husband is passionate about his work. To spend more time with his work than with you? He's always taking on these super hard cases and spending way too much time on them, often leaving you to just be alone most of the time.
It was almost as if the romance had gone from your life. You didn't regret marrying Hiromi. But how could you bring that spark back into both of your lives? How could you get his attention? You have to win his attention back!
It surely couldn't hurt to try, right?
To try being sexy?
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Your attempts to get your husband's attention away from work failed. It was a lot harder than it had seemed. You had been trying all the tricks in the book; you'd been at it for almost a month now! But you really thought the recent ones would do something!!
First, you “accidentally” knocked his stapler off his desk, bending over to grab it while “coincidentally” wearing his favorite miniskirt. Of course, he looked. But that's it. He checked you out for about 2.83 seconds before thanking you for retrieving the escaping stationery and then just going back to work.
Second, you just so happened to spill cold water on your tight white tank top, the day you weren't wearing a bra. Once again, he only looked. And then went to get a towel and a new shirt. That one confused you. Your whole tits were out for him to see through the thin shirt, and he just looked?! Didn't even say anything?!
Third, you were sure to do something. He just so happened to come home and open the bedroom door at the same time that you were rocking up and down on your pretty pink dildo, moaning his name. There's no way it wouldn't work!! But he was only flustered, apologized for not knocking, and left for his study.
Maybe it wasn't him, but you? Were you just not attractive to him anymore? That couldn't be the case! Every time you had done something to get his attention, he was always blushing, so flustered. scrambling to hide the growing tent in his pants. It seemed like he was at least a little turned on, but why wouldn't he give in? Why wasn't anything working??
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That night, Hiromi was in his study. Reading over his annoyingly confusing case files, brows furrowed while a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. He was tense. The clock on the wall was barely visible in the room lit only by Hiromi's desk lamp. But it was late into the night. 1:38 AM. It was already morning, and you were still waiting for your husband to join you in bed.
“Don't worry, honey..I'll be over there…just give me 30 minutes, okay?” was what he had promised you. Three hours ago. So you just decided to get out of bed, slide on your nice silk slip dress, and lean against the doorframe to watch over the stressed workaholic you called your husband.
You had decided to give him a little tease, to act all seductive for him. Another attempt to pull his attention away from work and back to you.
“Honey..you told me you were coming to bed soon! I'm lonely without you…” You pouted. “I miss you…”
Hiromi smacked his lips, opening his mouth to speak. But he was cut off when he saw how you looked, standing in the doorframe. A strap of your slip had fallen off your shoulder, and the cold of the silent house was enough to bring goosebumps over your body, hardening your nipples enough to outline the silk, your legs freshly shaven and smooth, long compared to the shortness of your sleepdress.
You could swear he was having a heart attack from the look on his face and the stillness of his body. And yet, you took it as a sign to trot over to him with that wickedly sly smile on your face.
Your fingers brushed over his shoulder and skimmed his neck gently as you circled him like a shark. “You're so tense…” You whispered. “Miss me?” Hiromi was flushed red at the contact. Still and shy. You helped yourself to sit on his lap, a side saddle with your arms around his neck. Looking at him with focused, doll-like eyes, while he looked away shyly.
You gently cupped his cheek and pulled him closer, and planted soft, intimate kisses against his jawline, pulling a quiet whimper from his lips. You trailed your lips across his cheek and closer to his lips, and he guided his big, rough hands to your hips. You repositioned yourself to a straddle with your legs holding him down against the chair.
You went in for the kiss, but he gently pulled you away and turned his head. “No, baby…” Hiromi groaned. “I gotta work…” You felt a wave of disappointment tumble over your nerves.
You had just about enough.
“But you always have to work! When can I have some of you for myself?” You cried. You craved his attention for so long, and you thought you finally had him! He must be doing it on purpose!
Hiromi looked at the neediness of your expression and sighed. Leaving a soft smile on his face. “You're right. I haven't been paying any attention to you recently. I'm sorry, baby. I'll wrap it up right now, and we can go to bed.” He moved to get up from the chair, but the not-so-tragic alignment of the positions you both were in drew a pleased gasp out of you.
He was half-erect in his slacks, thanks to your previous teasing, so when he moved to get up, the ridge of his cock slid over your clothed clit. You couldn't help the sound that pulled out of you, or that you kept rocking over it desperately to get the amazing feeling of friction back. You were just getting more wet, biting your lip to muffle the sounds you were making. Looking down at him with questioning eyes. Almost as if asking a mix of “is this okay?” and “does it feel good for you too?”
The sounds that Hiromi made answered for him, though. He panted and whined silently as he pushed back into his office chair. He didn't even know he was desperate for this feeling, too.
His gaze was fixed on where you were grinding against him. He gently pushed your slipdress up your waist and pushed his hips up in a gentle thrust to meet yours. Matching your speed-increasing rhythm.
“Oh fuck…” he cursed under his breath. You could feel his dick twitching and pulsing underneath his slacks. “Oh yeah…ride me, baby…”
You gently tilted his chin up so that he would make eye contact with you, but within the few seconds of his obeying, he pulled himself up to kiss you. Hungrily. One hand cupped the back of your head while the other pushed your hip down against his growing bulge.
He gently pushed you forward against his desk while he desperately and quickly dry humped you. You struggled to breathe while all this was happening. Especially with his tongue down your throat. You were soaking through your panties, and he was also getting a wet spot on his pants. But it was unclear if it was from you or the precum that just couldn't stop leaking out of the pretty cock he had packaged away from you.
“Take these off,” Hiromi demanded. Mentally, you screamed in victory, and physically, you quickly threw your panties over his shoulder and onto the chair behind him. He just grabbed the lacy thong and put it in his pocket for later.
He lowered himself to his knees with you lying back against his desk. He quickly snapped your legs open and kissed along the areas next to your needy, soaking, cunt. Of all times to tease, he chose now?
Still, you couldn't hold your moans, or stop your legs from twitching, or your needy cunt from throbbing desperately, expecting something from its usual visitor.
His tongue traveled across your inner thigh, running over the tense tendon, working to hold your legs open. He looked so starved, so why was he teasing??
“Hiromi…baby- mnn!! Fuck!! Why are you teasing me??” You stuttered out to the man crouched in front of you. “You're killing me!! Please!!”
He smiled to himself and took two fingers to your pussylips, snapping them apart and leaning in to press soft, loving kisses to your clit. By now, he had absolutely nasty sounds tearing through your throat. You hadn't felt anything that good in so long, and now he was making up for that time. And he was just getting started.
Hiromi started to leave sloppy kisses all over your nub. His tongue slowly lapping and pulling at your swelling clit. He makes you shiver with every stroke, even if he was just being slow. And then you caught on to what he was trying to do. The tricky bastard!!
He was trying to get you all sensitive and weak beforehand!! He wanted to drive you crazy so that he could be the only one on top!! That's just not fair!! You've been trying to fuck him for almost two months, and he's trying to steal your show!!
“Hiromi, I know what you're trying to-!! F-fuck!!” He cut you off!! He got his hands and used his thumbs to pull your entrance open, throwing your legs over his shoulders. He savagely stuck his tongue out and quickly shook and rolled it over your pulsing hole. Head swaying around your wetness, his beautiful nose flicking over your clit. He was making a whole mess of your juices, eating you like his last meal.
You couldn't even form words; all you could do was moan and whine. Going dumb over your husband's head game. He picked up on the signs you were giving. Shuttering legs, filthy noises, head snapped back like some cheesy horror movie. You were about to cum.
“Cum in my mouth, baby,” Hiromi demanded. “Soak my face.” he teased, looking up at you from between your legs before we quickly went back down again to feast.
You silently nodded, holding a moan behind your bitten lips as the coil tensed in your gut. Completely forgetting about him not letting you top, you didn't even care. You just wanted him to fuck your brains out, if you even still had any left.
Hiromi quickly strummed his tongue back and forth over your clit, and then jammed two fingers into your gummy walls, quickly thrusting his fingers exactly into your g-spot, making you whine loud enough to echo through the apartment.
He watched as your juices ran down his palm like a waterfall, continuing to finger-fuck your G-spot, splashing your fluids over his shirt. “Our neighbors hate us,” he laughed to himself. Watching you struggle to catch your breath.
“Baby??” you sighed.
“Hm?”
“Why are your clothes still on??”
“Huh??”
“Take them off.” You commanded him, and to no surprise, he looked a little flabbergasted. Like all his confidence flew out the window the second you came. To take him out of his trance, you bit your lip and arched your brows at him, putting two fingers over your slit and rolling them in circles. Giving him a little show as you touched yourself.
And just like that, he sprang up. Throwing off his wet button-down shirt and started clumsily fiddling with his belt. His eyes flicked between you and then back to the pants he was desperately trying to peel off.
You giggled at him when he finally got his pants off, but the laughing stopped when he got his boxers off, and you saw what he was hiding under there for the past two months.
His shaft looked heavy, thick, and had maybe a vein or two, while his tip was flushed red with a glossed layer of precum over it. You weren't sure if your poor pussy could take it!!
Before a word could leave your mouth, he rushed over you and used his hand to roll his throbbing tip around the edges of your sweet, sensitive sex. And before you could even process, he had a hand on your waist and one on your hip, and pushed his length into your warmth at a slowish, painful pace. And yet you couldn't stop mewling into his sleeve.
His cock bottomed out inside of you, kissing and nudging at your cervix. Hiromi gently pushed himself up into your sweet spot, just to feel your walls flutter around him and your legs quiver at his hips.
“S-shit..” Hiromi gasped. “I love this pussy…” He kissed your earlobe as he held the sides of the table and started to thrust himself into you, back and forth. The table rocked into the wall repeatedly as your husband fucked you. The feeling of your tailbones on the hardwood table was oh so uncomfortable, but you've been waiting for this sex for so long that it would have to do.
He started to slam himself into you at a dizzying pace, your sopping cunt soaked his balls, making a wet slapping sound against your ass amongst the quiet night. You couldn't stop yourself from shaking and felt tears well up at the corners of your eyes, teasing their release.
“You gonna cum again??” Hiromi growled into your ear. “Gonna cum all over my cock??” He pushed you all the way onto your back and started ruthlessly pounding that sensitive gummy spot deep inside you. Filthy sounds flooded the room as you went absolutely stupid for him.
“Mhm!!” You moaned behind pouting lips. “I love you!!” You cried. Mind flooded with emotions for your lover. It had been so long since he was in your firm walls, and it felt like home.
“Fuck yeah, y/n.” He smiled at you. “That's my girl. Tighten for me, baby.” He gripped your hips hard and pulled you right to the edge of the desk. You did just as he told you, like a dog. You clenched around him as if you were doing kegels, and just as you did,
You felt your orgasm tear out of your guts and spill between your legs.
Hiromi didn't give you any time to recover; instead, he picked you up and held you right against him, your legs with no choice but to wrap around him as he slammed his cock into you. Letting your body bounce over his hips every time he bucked upwards into your spasming pussy.
“Fuck!! Oh my god!!” you screamed into his shoulder, as if it muffled anything. The stamina that this man had was insane!! He could've been in the Olympics the way he was running your pussy!!
“You're my little whore for the night, aren't you, baby??” Hiromi whispered those sexy insults into your ear as he carried you to the bedroom. He threw you onto the bed and quickly took off the remainder of his suit. “Take that shit off.” He nodded his head to your wet, silky nightgown. And without hesitation, you threw it into the laundry basket across the room.
Hiromi grabbed your hips and threw you onto your stomach. The messy comforter on the bed skimmed your hardened nipples like a massage as Hiromi forced your back into an arch.
“Hmnn?! You're still going?!” You exclaimed. At this point, you were just never going to sleep.
“I've gotta cum too, yknow?” He pointed out as he slammed himself into you from behind. Knocking all the air from your lungs and forcing them out in a moan. “You have no idea how hard it was to try and stay focused on my work, so hard when my sexy wife kept teasing me when I had important work!!” It seemed as if he was taking out his pent-up frustration from work on you. He was almost rearranging your guts with his harsh slams.
“This is all I've wanted!!” you yelled back at him. “I just wanted you, Hiro!! I wanted you to notice me!! Be with me!!” You tried to hold a serious conversation, even if you were mid intercourse. “You don't always have to lock yourself away!! Just let me be your weakness every once in a while!!”
That's where he just about had it.
Hiromi wrapped his arm around your neck and choked you with his bicep, holding you in a headlock as he seemed to be strangling you. But it was still so hot. “Is this what you wanted?? You wanted my attention, right?!” He yelled at you. “You want me to pump this pretty cunt full of my cum?!”
“Fuck!! yesyesYES!!” You cried, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as you choked out your words. “I missed everything!! I missed you!! I missed all the things we did together!! I missed this dick!!”
He pistoned himself all the way in and grunted through his release. Hot robes of sloppy seed littering your tunnel. Punishing your guts as you came one more time around him, milking him for his cum.
Hiromi gently pulled out of you, looking at the wreckage between your thighs as if he were an artist admiring his latest masterpiece. Like Norman fucking Rockwell.
You caught your breath, and he held onto you and pulled you to his chest. Kissing your cheek. Catching up in a soft moment of intimacy together. It felt so nice to finally do something together for once.
“So how have you been, baby??” Hiromi breathed out.
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After both of you had cleaned up, you slid on a new nightgown and joined your husband in bed, a comforting sweetheart's cradle for aftercare.
“I'm so sorry for neglecting you in my attention, y/n.” Hiromi apologized. “You mean everything, and I just got too carried away with my work and-!!”
“Shhushhh…” You comforted. “It's okay, I'm not mad.” You smiled for reassurance.
“And I'm sorry I said you were my whore for the night!!” He quickly stumbled out. “You're so much more to me than that!!”
You couldn't help but giggle at how apologetic he was. Compared to how he was unapologetically ruining you an hour ago.
“Let's go out tomorrow!! Let's have breakfast together!!” Hiromi demanded. “You deserve everything, and I need to catch up on loving you!!” He pleaded to you as he sprang from the mattress.
“Alright, but that's later.” You shifted him back down to the pillow. “Now, it's time for us to sleep.” You gently rested your head back down on his chest.
“...finally.” you whispered.
He let out a little giggle, but then drifted to sleep so quickly.
And so did you.
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“y/n?!” Hiromi called through the apartment. “You ready to go?? It's almost time for the reservation!!” He anxiously checked his silver watch beneath his brown winter coat.
“Yeah!! Coming!!” You applied your last brush of mascara and two quick puffs of perfume before rushing to the door. Slipping on your cute fur boots in front of your husband as he towered over you. “Let's go!!’ You exclaimed as you laced the last string. Taking Hiromi's hand to lift you.
“It's cold out, you gonna get your scarf?” He suggested. He didn't want his darling wife to get cold now, did he??
“I'll be fine!! Now come on were already gonna be late!!” You took him and rushed the two of you out the door.
“And whose fault is that?” He joked. You just swatted at his arm as he laughed to himself.
The two of you reached the elevator and joined your two neighbors, who were a lovely older couple.
God, you hoped they didn't hear you last night.
The cold from the building was already sending goosebumps down your body, and you were used to the warm blankets from last night that you overlooked everything. It was embarrassing, but you had to admit that Hiromi was right.
“Honey?? Could you hold the elevator for me??” You blushed before you could even say it. “I'm gonna go get my scarf…” Hiromi's face lit up in an “I told you so” kind of way.
“Of course. Just be fast, sweetheart.” Hiromi smirked. “Don't hold us up.” He teased you again. God, he sure was cocky the morning after.
You rushed down the hall back to your apartment, leaving your husband with the sweet couple in the elevator.
“She is a doll, isn't she??” The old lady complimented. “You are a lucky boy!” She let out a soft smile to the shy man. The lady holding her husband's arm.
“Yes, I am.” Hiromi blushed, failing at hiding his smile. “Shes the light of my life. Don't know what I’d do without her.”
“You two are just like my husband and me when we were younger!! Now we're just lazy old bums!!” The older lady joked. The couple laughed together. Hiromi laughed with them.
“I think it's sweet that you two have stayed together that long.” Hiromi returned a compliment.
“You and that girl have a spark that my wife and I have. I'm sure that you two will grow old together just like us.” The old man smiled at Hiromi in his flustered state.
“I'm sure we will.” Hiromi smiled. A moment of silence passed in the waiting elevator.
“You know, I think it's wonderful that the two of you are trying for a baby!!” The old lady misunderstood. They definitely heard last night.
It took a moment to register in Hiromi's lagging head.
“WHAT?!”