beautiful wife Tachibana

I crouched in the storage room, my bloody knuckles throbbing, and stared at the monitor. My mother had curled up on the floor in her own office, the door locked, her knees pulled tightly to her chest. Her slender, pale body was still trembling. Her skirt had ridden up, the fabric clinging wetly to her thighs. Thick, white cum from the two fat security guards was still slowly oozing out of her pussy and ass, leaving shiny trails across her pale skin and dripping quietly onto the carpet. Without panties or a bra, her hard nipples pressed clearly through her blouse. She looked like a cheap, used company whore—and that’s exactly what she was now.

Just then, her cell phone vibrated.

Jeremy: Hey, my beautiful wife Tachibana ❤

I’m so incredibly sorry for not getting in touch until now. My father took me abroad completely out of the blue—an important client had a huge problem and needed both of us on site immediately. I couldn’t even say goodbye properly. I’ve been thinking about you all weekend… about your touch, your smile, how much you trusted me.

I didn’t want to leave you in the dark. I really believe you now—that you’re not playing games with me. You’ve given me so much… more than anyone else ever has. That’s why I’d just love to see you tomorrow night. No pressure at all. Just you and me. I want to hold you in my arms and show you how important you are to me. Please say yes. I miss you already.

My mother stared at the screen. Her fingers, still sticky with her own juices and the security guards’ semen, trembled. She read the message twice. Then once more. And suddenly a shudder ran through her body. Color returned to her cheeks. Her lips formed a small, trembling smile. Oh Jeremy… you’re back… you weren’t here at all… you knew nothing about the camp… nothing about the three men… nothing about the security guards… and yet you write to me so sweetly… so honestly… you believe me… you just want to hold me in your arms… your strong, young arms… I can already feel how safe I feel with you… despite everything… despite the cum that’s just running out of me… despite what I’ve just done…

She bit her lower lip; her free hand involuntarily brushed over her wet thigh, spreading the stranger’s semen a little further. Her guilt was immense—I could see it in her eyes—but beneath it, something else was flaring up. Relief. Anticipation. Longing.

Ms. Tachibana: Jeremy… ❤ I’m so glad you reached out. Being abroad sounds stressful… I’ve missed you, too. Of course I’d love to see you tomorrow night. I’d really love to. I’m already looking forward to your strong arms… and just being with you. See you tomorrow.

She sent the message, let her phone drop, and leaned her head against the wall. A soft, relieved sigh escaped her. Her legs spread a little wider, as if the mere thought of Jeremy was already making her wet again—even though two other men had just come inside her.

My own mother, who’d just been double-fucked by two burly security guards and hired as a weekly blowjob whore, was looking forward like crazy to the strong arms of my old school bully.

Jeremy had sent me the live feed from the hidden camera he’d set up just for me. “So you can watch your horny MILF mom make herself into dessert, loser.”

They were sitting at a quiet table in the corner. Candlelight, soft music, expensive wine. It looked really beautiful. Romantic. Jeremy was the perfect gentleman—reserved, almost shy. He smiled at her, gently stroked her hand, listened when she spoke. But he didn’t take it any further. No steamy glances, no touching under the table, nothing. My mom was getting more and more restless. I could see it in her eyes. She wanted him to be burning for her. To want her. To take her. The guilt from yesterday—the two security guards, the cum still lingering inside her—seemed to drive her on even more.

Suddenly, in the middle of the conversation, she looked deep into his eyes. Under the table, she took off her panties, then unhooked her bra under her blouse. She placed both slowly, seductively, on the table—the black lace panties and the bra right next to his wine glass. Her cheeks were flushed, but her gaze was defiant.

Jeremy just smiled gently and left them there. He didn’t take them away.

The waiter came over. A young, slender guy. He saw the panties and the bra, paused briefly, swallowed visibly, and poured more wine. My mother turned bright red, but she didn’t move the items away. She wanted more. She had to seduce him.

While Jeremy continued to talk calmly with her, she slowly slid off the chair and crawled under the table. Her tight skirt rode up over her plump ass. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her smooth-shaven, still slightly swollen pussy was pointing straight toward the main room—anyone who happened to look under the table would have seen everything.

Jeremy guided her head with both hands. Gently, but firmly. He pressed her face into his lap, simultaneously pulling the tablecloth aside a bit with one hand so that the entire room had a clear view of her bare ass and her dripping pussy. She didn’t notice. She was too busy pulling his cock out of his pants and taking it deep into her mouth.

I saw everything. The camera under the table showed how her full lips closed around his hard cock, how she sucked him devotedly, while her bare ass and wet pussy were visible to the entire room. Jeremy kept holding the tablecloth up, as if he wanted to put on a show for the other guests. A few tables away, heads turned. Someone whispered. The waiter came back—and stopped. He stared straight at my mother’s bare, white ass, at her glistening pussy, while she sucked Jeremy’s cock under the table.

When she was done and tried to crawl back up, Jeremy held her back briefly. With a quick movement, he undid another button on her blouse. Two buttons had already been undone—now the blouse gaped wide open. Her full, plump, white tits spilled out, the dark nipples hard and clearly visible.

The waiter was standing right next to the table. From his perspective, he saw everything: my mother’s bare tits, which had just been sucking Jeremy’s cock, her skirt riding up, her bare ass, and her glistening pussy, which was still facing the dining room.

Only now did my mother realize how open her blouse was. She turned pale as a sheet, hastily pulled her blouse closed, sat back down, and smiled shyly at Jeremy as if nothing had happened. Jeremy just tenderly stroked her cheek and whispered, “You’re incredible, Mrs. Tachibana.”

My own mother had just given a public blowjob under the table in a crowded restaurant, presenting her bare ass and pussy for all to see and holding her tits right under the waiter’s nose—just because she wanted Jeremy to finally be burning for her.

They came straight to our house after the restaurant. Jeremy was gentle this time, almost tender. He undressed her slowly, kissing her neck, her full breasts, her stomach. My mother moaned softly, clinging to him, her legs wrapped around his hips.

“You’re so beautiful, Mrs. Tachibana…” he whispered lovingly as he slowly entered her. He fucked her deep and rhythmically, in the missionary position, with long, gentle thrusts. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her nails digging into his back.

She came twice—first with a soft whimper, then with a long, trembling moan as she pressed him tightly against her. Jeremy kissed her the whole time and finally came deep inside her, with a soft, respectful moan.

Afterward, she lay happily in his arms, stroking his face and smiling.

Finally… this is what I wanted… his strong arms, his tenderness… with him, I feel loved… even if it’s wrong…