Episode 1: Falling

The Akira household was blissful. Masako was seeing her husband off at the front door. The stunningly beautiful raven haired woman was Takao's dream come true. A diligent wife who was always ready with everything a man needs to start and end the day. Dressed modestly in a dark purple one piece and black leggings, and smiling her genuinely blessed heart to ease away all of his worries and his pain. Like many ordinary Japanese couples, the pair were not at all sappy or overly affectionate. Simple proper bows were their way, and that was the prudent sentiment enough that Takao had so preferred.

When the door closed, Masako was left with her thoughts. However, it was not about what she could make for dinner tonight. It was not about the shopping list for the week's groceries. It was always about the first thing she did every time her hubbie left for work: how to settle the burning wet sensation that threatened to soak through her panties and down her thighs. Throughout the entire process of going about her morning routine and carrying the facade of a decent housewife were long indecent daydreams of rabid fucking and cumming. Fantasy after fantasy, she pulled from the near limitless pool of memories of her past life as a willing cum dump. The more she fantasized, the hotter her body cooked, losing herself to the vivid re-imaginations of a time when she was bent over the kitchen counter of her college apartment. One of her many 'boyfriends' back then happily pounded her pussy with his 9 inch cock without care or mercy. Soon enough, the skirt of her dress was hitched up, her leggings and panties were tossed aside and fingers rapidly sliding in and out of her slippery cunny. She was in the dining room, double D tits smushed onto the table with her amazingly thick ass lifted high to allow the imaginary dick to fuck her as much as it wanted. The longer she touched herself, the further she lost control. The facade had long slipped off her formerly docile expression, now flushed into sex craving, cock hungry, cum hungry hard panting frenzy. She arced as she boiled over, twitching away into cumming nirvana. When she came back, she was a quivering, gasping wreck.

However, she was hardly satisfied. There were too many things missing from the scene. Her pussy was not filled up and gushing with a copious hot load of spunk. There was no dirty promise that her cunt will be creamed again whenever he wants. She was still alone in her house. In the end, the fantasy was not real.

Masako sighed heavily. As great as it felt to release the morning tension, for now, it was not enough. As much as she loved Takao, he was too nice and too normal to even fathom the idea of treating his wife like a slut. She could never ask of such a thing from him, for she knows that would mean revealing what she really was and ruining the many years she had spent with him. The thought of the backlash scared her immensely. Her anxiety only worsened as the days went on. Her fantasies were only getting dirtier by the week. One rub off per day turned to two or three, all in increasing intensity.