Yuki has a plan...

"Trust me," I said sure of myself and trying to use that confidence to convince Kenji. "She won’t be able to resist!" He looked doubtful and scared, but he didn’t argue with me anymore. "Just stick to the plan and do exactly as I tell you." He nodded and walked the rest of the way with me in silence.

Kenji made a great husband these last few months. It had been a quick and small ceremony, and I found it cute how he refused to live in sin with me once I told him I’d become pregnant with his child. He was still bothered by his unnatural 'deformity' as he called his miracle second cock, but I could care less how he'd gotten it, and loved him all the more for it. The fact is it had **** him into my arms and my bed, away from where Azami might have stolen him from me and crushed my heart. Still, I knew he liked big tits, and I even caught him looking at Kouki’s tits when he didn’t know anyone was looking. He never looked at my tiny rack like that, despite his heartfelt insistence that he loved my modest pair. In fact, I loved, even more, his long sessions of proving it to me as he spent hours sucking on them now that I’d started producing milk, but even then they didn’t grow much, if at all.

Taking a deep breath I tried to clear the sex thoughts from my mind as we crept up to the door of the Takahashi Manor, cautiously looking around to make sure no one was actually around. With the war all but lost our army had surrendered, but not before her aging husband had been killed. Their demands were luckily brief, they only wanted Chizu back as she was some kind of a princess and the reason for the whole war in the first place. Finding out she was dead they amazingly just accepted her burnt remains and left. Kenji said something about the strange monk talking with their leader, but it still seemed weird that they stopped their invasion and just left us alone after that.

Shinji Honda had been one of the few survivors and had come home to marry Setsuko, taking her away to his dojo, leaving only Kenji’s sister Kouki as Azami’s only remaining servant. That was the only reason she was able to keep her secret for so long, and why we were probably the first to find out. Having his sister over for dinner we plied her with questions at Azami’s strange sudden reclusiveness and she made us promise not to tell anyone else about Azami’s pregnancy. It was just a good thing she didn’t put together how far along she was as Kenji was the only guy in the town at the time until the war ended a month later. But since she refused to talk about that with even Kouki, she assumed it was a soldier or someone else’s husband now that the few men left were back in town.

But with that knowledge, I decided then that there was no way I was going to let her keep Kenji’s child from knowing its father. Maybe it was just the maternal overemotional side of me talking as his other child was squirming around in my own belly, growing stronger every day. It was only a matter of weeks before we knew Kouki would be out of the house for a long stretch while she was shopping when we made our move and were here now sneaking around searching for the older woman, but so far we're having no luck in locating her in the empty house.

"She’s in the bathhouse," Kenji whispered to me and pointed out the window. I saw the smoke rising from the pipe chimney where the water was heated and smiled. That would mean the hard work of stripping her would be done already. With a nod, we hurried out and then into the bathhouse that was almost the size of our whole house.

Azami heard us come in and screeched for just a moment before Kenji got his hand over her mouth and got a hold of her hands, pulling them up over her head as he pinned her to the side of the tub. I strutted up proudly gloating over the other woman and laughed, "Looks like I won this time." She was clearly swelling up and covered in stretch marks. A long dark crease line traversing from above her belly button all the way down to her pubic mound much like mine, though with her age and this being her second child it was much darker than mine. "You seemed to think that you could just hide up here and rob Kenji of his fatherly rights."

I waved at Kenji to uncover her mouth as she clearly wasn’t screaming anymore. "Fuck off you perverts!" she hissed.

I just laughed at her and rubbed my own distended stomach. "You say that, but I can tell you are in as much need of a man as I am, probably a whole lot more." Then I walked around and took her hands in mine to free Kenji for his part of the plan.

"What are you…" she started to struggle confused, then figured it out as she witnessed Kenji removing his clothes. "Let me go! Leave me alone!" she screeched and thrashed in the hot bathwater.

"Now shush up and just enjoy the gift I’m giving you," I scolded her like a child. "It’s not every day you get to be serviced by another woman’s husband, and Kenji is twice the man of anyone else as you well know." I licked my lips then seeing Kenji disrobe. I still loved seeing his double dongs prodding up getting ready for sex almost as much as I liked feeling them fill up both of my holes, but knowing what was coming up has my pussy extra wet. I didn’t really think that this would turn me on as much as it was, but I had already soaked my panties in expectation as he climbed into the tub with the older woman.

"Are her tits already milking as mine are?" I asked to give my husband an excuse to suck on them like I knew he wanted to. If I hadn’t said anything I think he would have ignored them to try and ease my breast envy, but watching him wrap his lips around her fat dark nipples actually made mine tingle and excrete a bit of milk in excited sympathy.

"Not yet," he replied after sucking hard on her first udder before trying the second. "Nope," he added to confirm she was still dry.

"Looks like you need him more than you know," I speculated to Azami. "What a waste with those giant milky pillows and not a drop to be had. Your baby will starve."

"I still have a few more months until… Ahhh!" she started, but gasped out as Kenji slid one of his cocks up into her pussy. It was the bottom one, so the top one slid up her crack across her clit to poke at her belly as he gently started fucking her as I’d planned for him to do.

"You missed that didn’t you?" I goaded her. "You can admit it, there’s no one else here."

"Uhhh, fuck yes," she moaned. Grinning wickedly I nodded to Kenji who pulled out. "Huh?" Azami seemed confused as to why he would suddenly stop, and even more confused why I would let go of her. "What’s going on?"

"That’s all we came here for," I said and Kenji stood up and got out of the tub. I collected up his clothes as she grabbed a towel to dry off.

"So… that’s it?" she asked, clearly confused. "You’re leaving?"

"Why should we stay?" I asked innocently. I knew she could have fought us far more to stop her from being ****, but she secretly wanted it no matter how much she denied it. and now that he’d given her a couple of thrusts it was only a matter of time before her nerve broke. "We know we aren’t wanted," I finished driving the final nail into her mental coffin as I stared at her expectantly.

It was almost fun watching her lustily gazing at my husband’s crotch as she chewed her lip trying to decide how to say it. "You could stay a little longer…" she said very quietly as if she was ashamed of what she was confessing.

"What?" I asked to make her repeat her request louder to help reinforce her commitment.

"You can stay a little longer," she said more solidly.

"You just want to get fucked by my husband don’t you?" I asked, and Azami looked like that confessing that was going to fully break her. She only nodded slowly, again biting her lip as if she hated admitting it. "Well, you can ask him yourself," I taunted and waved at Kenji who had been devotedly standing next to me and letting me do all the talking as we had agreed.

"Kenji, will you please..." she began quietly again.

"Osama," I said loudly to correct her reminiscing back to the game that got us together in the first place.

"Osama," she began again louder as she caught on quickly, "will you please fuck me again? I need it so bad." She squirmed one hand into her crotch and whined as she finished her request. She was ours now and Kenji knew it too.

As her first task, she took both of Kenji’s cocks into her big mouth and got him back to fully rigid. I kissed my husband and let him finger my wet snatch a little to let him know how turned on I was watching him dominate his other lover that was old enough to be his mother. "Make sure you give her both barrels," I whispered to him and then sat back to frig my gushing little pussy as he bent her over against the tub and filled her cooch and ass with cock at the same time.

I came at least twice before he did, but I was sure Azami must have endured one long orgasm that lasted through almost the whole time after he penetrated both her holes. He turned to sit on the side of the tub, and that’s when I swooped in, bending down to slurp away at both of his cum covered cocks. It was a good thing she was clean washed as there wasn’t any shit on the one that went into her butt. I often had to wash him after the double-pronged fucking he’d commonly come to give me, but this time I just happily slurped away the residue from the older woman’s cunt and savored his tasty saltiness.

As I hoped Azami joined me a few moments later and I let her have one for herself so we each could look up at the man who had changed our lives and his deliriously happy face as we thoroughly cleaned his pipes. Living on the meager lifestyle of a subsistence farmer was no future for my child, but now he or she would be living here in Takahashi manor and grow up living like a prince with his sibling from his mistress. I wasn’t sure how this would all work out, or what his sister would say when she found out Azami’s baby was also his, but that was a worry for later. Now I felt like Kenji might have enough virility left to give me a go as well, but now maybe I'd have to share again.