I went back to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and noticed
a packed bento box on the table. Then it struck me that I'd forgotten
to deliver dinner to Mr. Tanaka. The poor man must be starving,
expecting food all night.
Tonight was dark out despite being in the middle of August.
My only complaint living in Shinjuku was that it meant we were
technically living in Tokyo. City pollution blotted out any chance to
see the stars on most nights. Cars and traffic lights blared in the
distance. It wasn't all bad. Being here gave me front row seats to the
beautiful Shinjuku skyline and Mount Fuji behind them.
I had already changed into my pajamas, and I was only
delivering Mr. Tanaka dinner so it should be fine. With my keys and
cell phone in hand, snuck over to Mr. Tanaka's place, trying to keep
the volume to a minimum. I knocked once, but there was no answer.
Twice, still no answer.
"Mr. Tanaka!" I whispered as loud yet quietly as I could.
There was no light coming from his window, but the sound of
television airing a reality drama show can be heard clearly. He must
not have locked his door earlier because the doorknob turned
without resistance.
Immediately as the door opened, the smell of booze and
smoke assaulted my nose. His home was dark. Light from the
television illuminated the dozens of aluminum beer cans on the floor.
I knew he was a messy man, but I didn't think it was this bad.
"Mr. Tanaka? Pardon the intrusion…" I whispered a little
louder as I stepped inside.I felt around the wall for a light switch. My finger hit something
and the blinding lights turned on. I gasped at the sight of Mr. Tanaka
laying on the couch, his hand still clutched a beer. More repulsively
were his pants half undone and the sight of his penis flopped over on
his belly.
It was large. Much larger than Souji. I found myself
mesmerized by it.
Not wanting to overstay my welcome and be mistaken for an
intruder, I left the bento box on the coffee table and began to head
out. But one step towards the door and a hand clasped my wrist.
"M-Maki…?" Mr. Tanaka, who was clearly inebriated and half-
asleep, had grabbed my hand mistaking me for his ex-wife.
"It's me, Yuina Ninomae from next door— uwah?!"
"Maki! I've been so lonely without you. I'm sorry for
everything, so please don't leave!" he shouted and wrapped his thick
arms around me, pressing me against his chest.
"I'm not Maki! Snap out of it! I'm not your wife!" I pleaded.
The more I struggled, the harder he held me. His penis was
rubbing against my inner thighs and quickly becoming erect from the
stimulation.
My phone suddenly vibrated at a time like this, and I had a
sinking feeling what it was. Though I was stuck in the embrace, I still
had my phone in hand. The distinct purple horns floating above a
halo mocked me.
Then three choices appeared on the screen.
[Pretend to be Maki and have sex with Mr. Tanaka.]
+10,000pts
[Pretend to be Maki and give Mr. Tanaka a blowjob.]
+3,000pts
[Help sober up Mr. Tanaka and have sex with him.]
+10,000pts
Mr. Tanaka held me so tightly as he wept, head buried into the
pocket between my neck and shoulders, that I felt bad for him. Aside
from Souji and myself, he never really spoke to anyone else on the
floor. This man, who was mistaking me for his ex-wife, looked sopitiful. Leaving him alone was tantamount to abandoning him a
second time.
The choices blinked with more intensity, daring me to pick one
of the three options that would brand me as a treacherous wife. Even
the least damning of them— to give Mr. Tanaka a blowjob— was
something that should only be done with my husband.
To sexually pleasure another man, even if it wasn't going into
my sacred place seemed wrong. But as hot tears soaked the
shoulder of my nightgown, I felt my apprehension being chipped
away.
Was the thought of pleasuring Mr. Tanaka with my mouth that
bad? I couldn't escape because he, in his delirious and half-
conscious state, was afraid of seeing his ex-wife leave again. No one
else was in the room except the two of us, and he was too drunk to
tell who I was.
I was stuck, after all. Trying to leave would only agitate him. I
wasn't just doing this to betray Souji. I was alone in a room with a
drunk man, so who knows what can happen if I didn't tackle this
situation calmly.
My arms wrapped around Mr. Tanaka's body. I stroked the
back of his head, and already he was beginning to loosen his grip on
me.
"There, there," I whispered into ears, resting my chin on his
broad shoulder. If I remembered correctly, he had once told Souji
and I in a drunken spiel that Maki called him 'Keita' as a combination
of his full name. "I'm not going anywhere, Keita."
"Y-You won't?" he asked, finally pulling his face away but
trembling hands were still clutching my shoulders.
"No, but the door is open. I have to close it or it will get cold in
here," I answered.
Mr. Tanaka's eyes rolled in his head, but they seemed to take
notice of the open door. His hands left me at last, and he fell onto the
couch, groping around the empty beer cans for an unopened one.
I carefully walked over to the door. My hand fell onto the cold
brass doorknob. I had the chance to escape. If I ran back right now
and locked the doors, Mr. Tanaka wouldn't be able to get inside.My heart was still racing, pounding so loud I hoped he didn't
hear and think I wanted to escape. I was scared out of my wits. Yet, I
did the unthinkable instead.
I shut the door and walked back to Mr. Tanaka. He sat there
staring at the television with a blank expression, but smiled as he
glanced up to me. He hadn't pulled up his pants yet, and his penis
hung out like a flopped over fish.
"H-Have you eaten yet?" I asked, averting my gaze and trying
to make conversation.
Mr. Tanaka realized what I was staring at, grabbed my hand,
and pulled me onto the couch. I threw out my hands to catch myself
on his shoulder and couch, but now his penis was much closer to my
face. It was becoming erect and growing much larger than when I
first saw it.
"You know, Maki… it's been a while since you showed me any
attention… down there," he said, smirking.
Once again, the feelings of betrayal gripped at my very core. I
shook them away, reminding myself that I was only doing this out of
fear for my life. That's right. I had to do this.
He reached around to grab a handful of my butt, making me
jump. His hand caressed me carefully, tracing the outline of both
cheeks. I slapped his hand away and wagged a finger at him.
"K-Keita, we can't. You'll just… have to settle on my hand,
okay?" I scolded.
Mr. Tanaka nodded and leaned back on the couch with his
hands behind his head. I took a seat next to him, and he pulled me
closer with a strong arm. His penis was at full mast now. I couldn't
believe its size. I didn't even know people could be this large. Or
maybe, Souji was just modest in size.
"Don't keep me waiting, Maki…" his words began to slur.
It was too much to hope he would just pass out right then and
there, but it may take a little more work than I thought.
I gulped hard and took the plunge, gripping his erect penis at
the base. It was thick, possibly ten inches at a glance, and pulsed in
my hands. The uncut head was shaped in a mushroom, but a much
deeper red in color.All I needed to do was jerk him off until he ejaculated. Then I
would excuse myself and leave. However, no matter how much I
stroked him, he wouldn't orgasm.
"How about using your mouth, Maki?" he asked, growing
impatient.
I heard the irritation in his voice. A drunk man needed to be
placated. If he got angry, he might actually rape me out of
impatience.
When I leaned down, the smell of tobacco and alcohol was
drowned out by a musky, sweaty scent. I started with my tongue,
dragging it along the length of the shaft. It tasted bitter. He must not
have showered or bathed yet.
Circling my tongue around the bulbous tip of the head made
him moan out loud. This wasn't my first time. I've performed blowjobs
in the past for Souji. Hearing Mr. Tanaka expressed pleasure even
as he was drunk, excited me.
To know that I made him feel good stoked joy in me to know I
wasn't a washed up old woman yet. Of course, I wasn't old. This
body of mine was young and still ripe.
Grasping fingers glided down my back and slipped under my
nightgown. His hands stroked my backside, lighting a fire in me I
didn't know existed. Mr. Tanaka's hands were full of old scars that
made his palms rough. But each time it rubbed my lower back, my
crotch became wetter.
There was probably no need to have done it. He seemed
perfectly fine with just my tongue, but I wanted to take it a step
further. I wrapped my lips at the tip of his penis and lowered my head
down until it hit the back of my throat.
I was giving him a real blowjob now. Deep down, I wanted to
see how much pleasure I could give him. To someone other than
Souji, who had now fallen to the back of my mind. All I saw was Mr.
Tanaka, who stared down at me with a delicious grin on his face,
watching me with his thick and meaty penis in my mouth.
His free hand brushed the hair from my face so he could see
me clearly. As I continued to pleasure him with my mouth, I toobegan to feel pleasure. I couldn't believe I was enjoying this, but
there I was, bobbing my head up and down another man's cock.
"That's it… your mouth feels so good…" he mumbled.
This was all because Souji didn't have sex with me, because I
didn't finish all the way in the bath, because of that silly app tempting
me.
"I'm cumming, Maki— it's a big one…!" Mr. Tanaka grabbed
my head. His body stiffened as the penis throbbed violently in my
throat. I tried to pull away, but his hand kept my head in place.
"Mmmmh! MMrrpphh— gulp… gulp…" Because he didn't let
me pull away, I swallowed his load. He just kept cumming, like a
broken faucet that wouldn't stop gushing water.
The ejaculate was hot and thick. It slid down my throat like
honey.
His hand finally fell away from my head. I pulled away
coughing. There was nothing to spit out because he emptied his load
down to the last drop into my throat.
Something inside me cracked. Like the shell of an egg began
to split with webbed fissures.
Even with Souji, I never swallowed before. I had always spat
out his cum after he came into my mouth. Granted, he never held my
head in place before.
My mouth was left with a bitter and salty taste of semen and
sweat. I wiped the drool from my mouth and looked up to see Mr.
Tanaka passed out. His head leaned against the armrest, fast asleep
like a big baby.
"Whew…" I let out an exasperated sigh and began to head
out when my phone suddenly pinged.
My points went from [3,500/5,000,000] to [6,500/5,000,000].
It wasn't my intention, but I ended up giving my neighbor a
blowjob. He laid there with a blissful expression on his face, the
bento box I brought for him rests at his feet. But my eyes were
focused elsewhere. No matter where I looked, it always came back
to his penis, still fully erect.
When I got back to my home, I spent half an hour brushing
my teeth until my gums started to bleed. Laying in the bed I sharedwith Souji eased my mind a little, but as I stared at my husband's
back, the fresh memories of sucking Mr. Tanaka's penis ushered a
different feeling within me.
It wasn't guilt.
I felt excitement.