Ero anime

You were getting emboldened. With your friends wife basically at your disposal, you had a few things you’d like her to do before the night was trough.

“Oh I’ve got an idea“ You pulled up your phone, pretending to search.

“You don’t mind nudity, right?“ You said, innocently watching your screen.

“No, I guess not.“ She though about it for a second, then concluded “If it’s done tastefully.“

“Ok, well, this one is a little adult in nature. A lot of sex, like, tastefully. You are going to love this!“ You continued.

You pulled up the playlist of your favorite hentai series and pressed play.

The first episode, a typical high school romance story introduction, wouldn’t get mildly graphical until way into the second half. Plenty of time to prep her.

“I think I’ve seen some anime. Once. It was pretty good,” Jennifer said, getting prepared to love whatever was going to play next. The show started, and pretty soon she was engrossed in the story.

The story revolved around a young, busty, big-eyed high school student who had trouble fitting in with her class and teachers, involving a long series of embarrassing accidents, that seemed repetitive now that you watched it again. But then again, you didn’t watch this one for the gags. You had to suppress the urge to stroke your bulge at the flesh she was displaying. Looking over at Jennifer, you could see her cheeks redden every time the girl on screen experienced a wardrobe malfunction. She needed a nudge

“God, that’s sexy. You have to admit; It’s making you horny. “

“Shh, daddy!“ She beckoned you to shut the fuck up. “Why would you say that! She is just…“ Her eyes glazed over slightly as she turned back to the screen. Fearing for a moment that you had overstepped, you quickly paused.

“…trying to find her place. And so far the teacher was the only one that’s been nice to her. Anyway, it’s not like they’re really gonna… why did you pause? I was really enjoying it.“ She unconsciously readjusted her hoodie, you could tell she was getting excited on more than one level, her erect nipples barely visible through the thick fabric.

You had paused for several reasons. The first of which was that the show was about to get explicitly **** in a very graphical way and you wanted to make sure Jennifer was prepared.

“Look“ You started, “ I am glad you like the show so far, but…“

“Yes! You were right, I love it!“ She interrupted eagerly. “I can’t wait to find out where this is going…“

“Yes, sugar tits, I can tell“ You said, ogling her swaying boobs. “You know, usually I jerk off when I watch this.“

“God, you’re such a perv, daddy!“ She said hitting your shoulder. “Why would you even say that!“

“What? It's normal to masturbate when we’re watching stuff like this. And we’re both adults here, so I don’t see the harm.“ You demonstratively started rubbing the bulge that was stretching your boxers. She just looked at you without saying a word. You could almost see the inner turmoil behind her eyes. You had to snap her out of it, an angry Jennifer at this stage would not be pleasant. “Anyway, I’m all empty. Go grab us both a beer.“

“Uh… sure.“ She frowned and left for the kitchen, returning moments later with two fresh ones. You had moved your hand to underneath the fabric of your boxers, and was now openly, if a little reluctantly, masturbating in front of her. She sat down next to you, holding your beer.

“Here you go, daddy.“ She whispered. As you took it with your free hand, you noticed one of her hands slipping into her own sweatpants. When the show continued, you could hear the occasional moan escaping from her lips. Silent and awkwardly to start with, but as the first broom-closet **** scene gained momentum, so did her jerking off.

Pretty soon, her moans were drowning out those of the protagonist. You cautiously eyed her, boobs swaying in rhythm with her movement. She stopped as soon as she caught you staring.

“Don’t get any ideas, Daddy. I am a married woman.“ She said defensively. “Look, I am really enjoying this. In a sense it is kind of… liberating. But we really shouldn’t get intimate with each other.“

“What? Because of Marcus?“ You said, pausing the show again.

“Who? No, not that. Well, maybe kinda. I don’t want to cheat…“ She said, blushing. “…it just feels wrong.“

“It feels naughty, I admit. But you love being naughty, having me here watching you jerk off is what really feels liberating.”

“I… I guess.“ She slowly started rubbing her clit again, this time eyeing you with interest. “What about you, daddy? Do you like watching me tickle my pussy?“

“You know it babe.“ You said, putting your rock hard cock in a more comfortable position as you slowly continued stroking.

By the end of the first episode, you were certain she had climaxed at least once. With a glint of mischief in her eyes she retracted two slick fingers from her cunt. An obvious dark patch where her clothes were soaked in her juices, a wet spot underneath her spreading on the couch. She got up, eyeing you apologetically.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I’ll grab a towel. Get this cleaned up“ She scurried out, leaving you alone with the credits. You didn’t cum once. Despite your rock hard dick slowly working it’s way through your linens by sheer friction alone. You were actually hoping for Jennifer to do the honors. You figured she was pretty close.