Changing Another Household

Despite his reservations, Masaru steps aside, letting Inko inside. As she walks by, he can't help but look down, blushing as he stares at his wife's friend. Clearing his throat, he pipes up, stopping Inko in her tracks as she turns back to him. "Mitsuki's uh... in the shower." He says, shutting the door.

Her plump lips in a perfect "o" shape, Inko looks to the clock, seeing that she was right on time. "Oh really? Guess she's a little tardy then~" She jokes.

"Yeah... guess so, should just be a few more minutes though..." Masaru gestures over to the couch. "Did you want to wait?"

"Sure!" Inko chirps.

As the two take a seat in the living room, Inko leans back, wiggling her rear into the couch and indulging in how sensitive her body has become. It only takes a few moments before the sensation alone starts to get her going. Her thoughts drifting back to the couple she saw on the street, Inko glances over to Masaru. "Hey... you wanna come scooch over here baby? It feels kinda weird with you so far away~"

The weak willed man coughs, glancing down the hall to the bathroom, before looking back to Inko. She pats the couch, moving over to make more room. "Sure, I guess..."

The tension is awkward, yet slowly building as Masaru sits down next to Inko, the extra weight on the woman causing the indent in the couch to favor her body. Masaru blushes as he slides closer, unable to really move away as gravity pushes him closer. Soon, the two are leaning next to eachother, Inko's eyes sparkling as she thinks about what's about to happen. Originally she came here to make cookies, something her and Mitsuki have done on occasion, but sitting here so close to her husband... other ideas are beginning to come to mind.

"Say Masaru..." She starts, tugging at the hem of her sweater. "I'd like, hate to bother you, but it's been hours since I drained the girls... and they're already full again. You wouldn't mind would you?"

"Huh?" Masaru raises an eyebrow, before looking down, his eyes going wide. In the middle of the living room, Inko pulls down the hem of her sweater, freeing one of her swollen tits.

"It really wouldn't be much, just for a few minutes, you know?" Inko speaks like the act is something normal, as if she isn't asking the married man to practically cheat on his wife. Squeezing her breast, she blushes, feeling a small stream of milk dribbling down her teat.

Immediately Masaru knows he should do something. That he should stand up and kick this harlot out... but as she squeezes the milk from her breast, and it trickles out onto her thigh, a distinct aroma begins to fill the room.

It doesn't take much, the already meek husband smelling the milk, it's unique properties Immediately taking effect. Earlier Inko had used it to calm down her slutty daughter and her whore friend... but against someone so weak, and pent up... He doesn't even need to drink it.

Masaru blushes, looking directly at Inko's tits. "Y-You want me to..."

"Mhmm!" The bimbo beams.

The man gulps, only soaking in more of the relaxing vapors before he leans in closer. "Okay... Just d-don't tell Mitsuki..." He says quietly, before leaning in. Inko giggles, jumping a bit as she feels Masaru latch on.

"Good boy~" She purrs, petting his head as he drinks the tainted milk.

Just a few minutes later in the shower, Mitsuki sighs, rinsing the soap from her hair. She runs her hands over her scalp, trying to be quick. "Inko's supposed to be here soon..." She thinks. Reaching to turn the water off, she's caught off guard by a strange noise... The sound of the door opening, followed by silence. "Honey?" She calls out, yet still she's met with nothing.

Suddenly she gains an uneasy feeling in her stomach, something just feeling off... She slowly reaches for the curtain, until the flimsy wall is thrown to the side by another figure. Gasping, Mitsuki almost screams, until she sees the familiar face of her husband, looking her in the eyes with a newfound fire.

"Shit! The hell are you doing?" Mitsuki complains, her heart beating out of her chest. She stares into his eyes, only now noticing that Masaru isn't wearing his glasses... and... "Wha- Why are you naked? Isn't Inko coming?" In the steam covered room and the sudden nature of her husband's appearance, Mitsuki doesn't notice his physique, the changes to his body... "Well? You gonna answer or what?"