Azami walked in on Kenji taking a bath...

He was just getting done with his bath when I came in saying, "Ah, good you are still here." Then dropped my bathrobe down my aging, but still beautiful body. His jaw dropped and I knew my entrance had struck just the right amount of shocking seduction that I was looking for. "I need you to wash my back," I instructed and then simply entered the warm bath with him. More properly I knew I should wash before getting in the tub, but it wasn’t a backwash I was after in the first place anyways.

He grabbed a washcloth and started softly at the base of my neck and I growled, "Put your heart into it!" He scrubbed harder, moving up and down my spine and that felt so good I let him scour my naked flesh clean for a bit before I upped the ante. I turned over, spreading my legs wide open as I laid back and said daringly, "Now wash my front."

"But…" he muttered, but could see I meant business. He is so cute when he is nervous and scared. Sometimes I’m almost glad that oni plagued this town, though that always made me think back upon my beautiful daughter. I pushed that painful hurt from my mind again and concentrated on the here and now. If I was to have any kind of legacy I’d have to do my duty as a wife and produce another heir to the Takahashi bloodline.

As he started washing my stomach I let him go for just a moment then ordered him, "Higher." Except for that first time with him being possessed he’d been always the cowardly little pussycat to start with. Always tender and sweet, which was endearing in its own way, but right now I needed a man, not a boy. "Higher!" I repeated as he still had only just gotten below my breasts. He moved up to run his hands over my boobs, still only washing them, but it was enough to feel his rough farm-workers calloused hands roaming up over my soft melons and kneading them up and down. I could tell it was having an effect on him too because while he’d been soft when I’d surprised him he’d grown significantly in the meantime.

Without warning him I took a hold of it and tugged on his strengthening manhood appreciably. "Ah… We can’t," he whispered, or more correctly whimpered.

"Why not?" I asked defiantly and yanked him harder, pulling him up to me as he moved to prevent me from ripping it off.

"Because…" was all he got out before my lips wrapped around his shaft and he held his breath to stifle his moan. I always liked sucking cock, even though I never liked the stink of sweat. A freshly washed dick was the best way to go and I delighted in feeling his bulbous cockhead throb and expand as my tongue caressed it. "Because your husband…" he started again once he got control of his voice as he again became accustomed to my experienced blowjob technique.

I pushed him back hard, causing him to land his ass on the side of the tub. "Did you think of my husband when you **** me?" I shot back as I stood up lording over him with my fiercest ‘Fuck you,' face.

"That was the oni!" he whined, clearly still ashamed about it.

I leaned right over him, getting right in his face and grabbing his cock again, squeezing it hard. "Was it also the oni who fucked me the next night in my bed?" I’d been lonely and sad missing my daughter, and with the sexual barriers broken between us, I took advantage of him. I used his flesh to give me pleasure as the oni had **** him to do before, using him as a diversion from my pain and sorrow.

"No… you…" he tried to compose words around my **** of his penis, but I wouldn’t let him.

I pushed him back further and propped one leg up on the side of the tub by his hip. "Or the dozen more times you shot your nasty, dirty, cheating spunk into me?" I demanded as I jacked his cock roughly, emphasizing each insult with my hand pumping his shaft.

"But..." he muttered, and I eased up just enough to let him make his final rebuttal. "Now that he’s back…" was all he came up with, but I knew that would be good enough for my plans.

"Yes, my old limp-dicked husband is back home," I agreed as I squatted over him, running his beautifully hot and rigid cock over the entrance to my snatch. "So now you have to do everything I tell you to do or I’ll make sure he knows you’re fucking his wife and have you castrated in the center of town." That threat was just the right time to lower my hips down and let his love spear pierce my wet cunt and wonderfully gore me to my very core as it always did.

His big dick stretched me so much I almost told him how good it felt, but that would ruin the mood, so instead, I did as I always did and taunted him. "You like sticking it in another man’s wife don’t you?" I squeezed his invading cock with my vagina and could tell he wouldn’t last long with how much I already built him up. "I bet that’s why you never even try and date other girls your age. You are a pathetic, weak, loser who will never…" I gasped and came as I felt his load erupt out of his manhood coating my insides white with his hot sperm.

I bit my lip sharply to keep from moaning out my own orgasmic bliss as he was doing as he jettisoned spray after spray of deliriously erotic spooge deep into me. As quickly as I could I continued, "...never get a girlfriend, much less a wife. Especially if you never learn how to please a woman." I ground my ass down, sucking up every last dribble of his deposit, and clamped down as hard as I could to keep any from escaping before I stood back up and said with as much revulsion and hate I could muster for this boy who made my every nerve tingle with excitement, "You disgust me. Get out of here."

Spent and ashamed he practically ran out of the bathhouse, back to his hovel of a home. I knew I couldn’t keep this act up forever, and that he would figure out that it was an act sooner or later, but damn, using him really turn me on.

"That was so fucking hot honey," my husband said as he crept into the bathhouse a few moments later. The fact that my perverted husband was watching the whole time also gave me a kind of thrill. I’d known about some of his quirks when I married him, especially for young boys since he was never very interested in fucking me himself, but never about his desire to watch them fuck me until I confessed my infidelity when he came back. last week That night he did me with the most gusto he’d ever had and I think it was then I realized he wasn’t the man I wanted anymore. I gave him a treat and let him finish in my ass, but what I didn’t tell him was that I was never letting him defile my womb with his sperm again.

"Let me see it," he cackled with delight. I appeased him and sat back with my legs spread and used both hands to open up my cunt lips to show him my well-used hole. Nothing came out at first, but with a gentle squeeze, I let the fresh load of sperm ooze out, and Hiro, the dirty old man my husband was knelt right in and began to gleefully lick it out of me. It felt good putting him in his place as the cuckold to my new young lover, and I wondered if I should tell him I was already late for my period. It might not mean anything yet, but I still was young enough to produce at least one or two more children if I was lucky.

No. For now, I’d just enjoy things as they are. If I was already carrying Kenji’s child we’d all know it soon enough.