Sato Reiko (wife mature adult novel)

(1)

"What on earth are these people busy doing?" Reiko always thought so while sitting in a luxury car and looking at the noisy crowd on the street. Although she has been in Tokyo for a year and a half, Reiko still finds it difficult to adapt to the indifference and busyness of Tokyo people.

(2)

A year and a half ago, her husband was appreciated by his boss and recommended to the head office in Tokyo, so Reiko moved to Tokyo with her husband. After arriving in Tokyo, the husband's performance in the company was still outstanding, and three months later the couple bought a high-end villa in the suburbs. However, as Japan's economy continued to deteriorate in the past year, Reiko and her husband realized that they had also become victims of the bubble economy.

Two months ago, her husband suggested to Lingzi: "Let's sell the house!" Lingzi strongly opposed.

"It is Tosuke's dream to break into Tokyo's upper class society. This house is just the first step in realizing Tosuke's dream. I am absolutely against sacrificing Tosuke's dream."

"Dreams are dreams, but if things continue like this, we may not even be able to pay our water and electricity bills."

"I can work, too. We can definitely make it through this."

"But this is too unfair to Ling..." Lingzi said halfway when her fingers gently placed on her husband's lips.

Dongjie looked at Lingzi deeply, and suddenly hugged Lingzi in his arms, lowered his head to kiss Lingzi, and began to unbutton Lingzi's clothes with his other hand.

"Go... go to the room, not here." Reiko, who had just said she was going to work with great enthusiasm, now spoke in a voice quieter than a mosquito.

"There's no one else at home, so what's the problem with being in the living room?"

"No, the window is still open, others will see..."

Dongjie couldn't help but laugh: "What kind of house do you think we went to so much trouble to keep?" Having said that, Dongjie, who knew his wife's habits well, still picked up his wife and walked towards the bedroom.

"Today I will send Reiko to heaven." Just words like this were enough to make Reiko blush.

(3)

Reiko did not reach heaven, or to be more precise, she did not even reach the clouds. The first sexual intercourse between the two in six weeks ended unexpectedly and hastily because her husband had an important meeting to attend the next morning.

"How are you going to carry out the work you just mentioned, A-Ling?"

"Don't forget that I was also a piano teacher."

"Ah! I almost forgot Reiko graduated from a music school."

"We can rent a piano and teach the kids in the neighborhood to play piano. What do you think?"

"Whatever you want..."

"Ah! I fell asleep again. It happens every time."

Reiko got up and prepared to take a cold shower, which had almost become her habit. Every time after making love, I feel like there is a fire burning in my body and there is no way to calm it down without taking a cold shower. "Ah..." Reiko let out a trembling sigh as the cool water slid over her still engorged nipples.

(4)

The piano teacher's plan went smoothly. Lingzi has four students in total, three of whom are elementary school students from nearby neighbors. Their parents send them to Lingzi's home at a fixed time and pick them up after class. The only exception is the place where Lingzi is going now. Although it will take more time for this student, Lingzi is not unhappy at all because the other party is the son of the general manager of her husband's company. In order to make up for Lingzi's extra time, the other party not only paid more than twice the hourly rate, but also assigned a permanent exclusive driver to pick up Lingzi. In addition to these tangible benefits, Lingzi also had some selfish motives. The other party was her husband's boss, and building a good relationship with him would certainly help her husband's future. What's more, the famous piano worth 20 million yuan in the general manager's home was an irresistible temptation for the music-loving Lingzi.

Lingzi sat in the executive car and found that the right half of the seat had been sat on, leaving a concave buttock shape. "This must be Mrs. Mochizuki's seat." Reiko couldn't help but smile when she thought of Mrs. Mochizuki.

Mrs. Mochizuki is a woman in her forties. Her face still retains some of her former beauty. Unfortunately, her figure has never recovered after giving birth to a child. Any brand-name clothing looks worthless on her. Unlike most Tokyoites who were pretentious, Mrs. Mochizuki was a very cheerful and outspoken person. She never cared about her status as a managing lady and said whatever she thought. Because of this, she was often the subject of gossip and laughter from other ladies behind her back, but Mrs. Mochizuki herself did not care about it. Once, a minister's wife implied that she had a funny figure, so she said to that lady in front of her: "What's wrong with being fat? You can hold her to keep warm in winter and cool in summer. Only men who truly know how to appreciate women know the benefits of fat women. If you don't believe me, go back and ask your husband if he feels more comfortable with fat women." These few words left the group of gossipy women speechless.

Despite this, Reiko has a special liking for Mrs. Mochizuki. Her straightforwardness reminds Reiko of her elders in the countryside. Mrs. Mochizuki was also very caring towards Reiko, often giving her some rare cosmetics or skin care products. "It's okay for a woman to be fat, but she must take care of her skin." Mrs. Mochizuki said to Reiko.

Not long after thinking about this, Reiko arrived at the door of Mochizuki's house. Reiko knew that the door was not locked. The security in this area was very good. The Mochizuki family always only locked the main gate to the yard, and the door leading into the house was not locked for convenience. But out of politeness, Lingzi always pressed the doorbell and waited for someone inside to open the door. However, there seemed to be something unusual at Mochizuki's house today. Reiko waited for a while but no one answered the door, so Reiko decided to open the door herself and go in.

"Good afternoon! I'm Sato Reiko, and I'm grateful for your care today!" Reiko called out politely to the inside of the house and walked into the living room. There was no one in the house, and Reiko wondered why nothing like this had ever happened before. "Maybe he went out for something urgent!" Lingzi thought to herself.

Reiko waited for fifteen minutes and was about to leave, thinking that today's class might be cancelled. Unexpectedly, just as she stood up, she heard a woman's voice calling from the second floor. "Mrs. Mochizuki!" Worried that something might have happened to Mrs. Mochizuki, Reiko rushed to the second floor.

"Mrs. Mochizuki! Are you okay?" Not knowing which room Mrs. Mochizuki was in, Reiko had to shout.

"Ah! Mrs. Sato, please go back quickly and don't come in..." Mrs. Mochizuki's scream came from the second room on the left, her tone very panicked.

"Mrs. Mochizuki!" It took Reiko a while to come to her senses and ran towards Mrs. Mochizuki.

When she got closer to Mrs. Mochizuki, Reiko realized that all her clothes had been stripped off, leaving only a tight black pair of panties that seemed to be made of rubber. There was a strange bulge between her legs that trembled from time to time.

Lingzi didn't dare to look any further, "Mrs. Mochizuki, please be patient, I will put you down soon."

"Eh? It's fastened with a metal ring... the foot too..."

"What should I do? Mrs. Mochizuki, I can't open these iron rings, what should I do..." Apart from a leather belt around her waist, Reiko was at a loss as to what to do with the iron rings that bound her limbs, and she was so anxious that she was about to cry.

"There are two switches on the right side of the board, near the head..." Mrs. Mochizuki suddenly said.

"Really? That's great...Mrs. Mochizuki, are you okay?" Reiko was so excited that she wanted to scream after finally helping Mrs. Mochizuki out of danger.

"Mrs. Sato, I want to change my clothes first. Could you please step aside for a moment?" Mrs. Mochizuki's attitude was surprisingly calm. Not only was she not as panicked as before, she didn't even show any gratitude at all.

"Ah... yes... I'll take my leave now."

(5)

Reiko waited in the living room for more than ten minutes before Mrs. Mochizuki came downstairs as if nothing had happened.

"Ryuji is attending a club event today and has cancelled his piano lessons. Didn't anyone inform you and the driver?"

"No."

"I'm sorry to have made Mrs. Sato come here for nothing."

"It's nothing, please don't take it to heart."

"..."

"..." Neither of them knew what to say, and the atmosphere became awkward.

"Mrs. Sato, are you going to ask me what happened just now?"

"I'm glad you're okay. I was just worried that something happened to Mrs. Mochizuki."

"I tied myself up."

“Huh? Why?”

Mrs. Mochizuki glanced at Reiko and said, "I know that young couples like you who spend every night together will not understand the loneliness of being alone in an empty room, but as a woman, you can understand my feelings to some extent!"

"..." Reiko didn't know how to react to Mrs. Mochizuki's sudden and explicit confession and was speechless for a moment.

"Mrs. Sato is so cute, Mr. Sato will definitely come to bother her every night! Hehehe..."

"No! Our relationship is not what Mrs. Mochizuki imagines."

"Stop denying it and tell me honestly, when was the last time you made love? It must have been yesterday..." Mrs. Mochizuki leaned her fat body towards Reiko.

"If you ask me this, I will..."

"I even let you see my naked body, but you are unwilling to answer such a simple question. This is too unreasonable, Mrs. Sato! Tell me! When was the last time you had sex?" Mrs. Mochizuki suddenly became angry because she was fed up with Reiko's shyness.

"Two...two weeks ago..."

"Huh?" Mrs. Mochizuki was obviously surprised by this answer. "Your period has come?"

“No…it’s not like that.”

"Why is that? Have you and your wife always been like this?"

Reiko nodded shyly: "Sometimes once a month, sometimes longer."

Mrs. Mochizuki was stunned for a while. "Either Mr. Sato is sick or he has a woman outside." Mrs. Mochizuki concluded.

"No! Tousuke is not that kind of person!"

"Then there is only one possibility left... the problem might be you, Mrs. Satou."

"I have a problem!?"

"Mrs. Sato, I'm going to ask you a few questions. Please answer me honestly."

"Do you like making love?"

"It's not a question of whether I like it or not. If Tosuke asks, I won't refuse. Isn't that a wife's responsibility?"

"Would you take the initiative to propose to your husband?"

"Tosuke works very hard, I don't dare to scold him..."

"Have you ever orgasmed?"

"I don't know, what does an orgasm feel like?"

"Have you ever masturbated?"

Reiko shook her head.

"Have you ever seen an adult video?"

Reiko shook her head again.

"Have you ever slept with other men?"

"How is that possible!?"

“Have you ever played the trumpet?”

"I majored in piano at the music college..."

"Who asked you that? I asked you if you've ever tasted a man's penis!"

"Stop talking! How could I possibly do such a dirty thing..."

Mrs. Mochizuki really stopped asking questions and looked at Reiko with pity in her eyes.

Reiko was frightened by Mrs. Mochizuki's gaze: "Is it possible... could it be... am I really abnormal?"

"I used to envy Mr. Sato, but now I feel sorry for him."

"Then...what should I do...Mrs. Mochizuki, please help me."

"Do you really want me to help you?" Mrs. Mochizuki's eyes flashed.

(6)

Reiko and Mrs. Mochizuki returned to the dark and mysterious room. This time Reiko had the opportunity to take a closer look at the room. Opposite the board that was holding Mrs. Mochizuki, there was a large floor-to-ceiling mirror; next to the board was a spacious double bed; a sofa was against the wall, and two strange-shaped chairs were placed nearby; there were several iron rings on the wall, and all kinds of ropes were scattered on the ground.

"Have you really made up your mind? It's not easy to correct your faults. In the process, you may have to do something painful. Don't you think it doesn't matter?"

"As long as it's for Tosuke, I don't care what happens to me. We swore at our wedding ceremony to make each other happy." Reiko looked solemn, with a sacred expression on her face, like a saint about to jump into a fire pit.

Mrs. Mochizuki seemed to be moved by these words. "Now I begin to envy Mr. Sato again for having such a good wife. Good! Since you are so sincere, I will definitely not let you down. I will definitely make Reiko a real woman."

"Thank you, Mrs. Mochizuki."

"From now on, I am your teacher. What I say is an order, and you must not disobey! Do you understand?"

"I understand, Mrs. Mochizuki." The originally harmonious atmosphere suddenly became severe. Reiko did not expect the situation to turn out like this. She bit her lips tightly, looking very aggrieved.

"Don't blame me for being too harsh on you, Reiko. I also want you to succeed soon." Mrs. Mochizuki's tone softened again. She hugged Reiko in her arms and gently stroked her long hair.

"Yes, I know Mrs. Mochizuki is doing this for my own good. What should I do next?"

"Don't be nervous. You don't have to do anything today. Whatever you want to do, just relax." After saying that, Mrs. Mochizuki no longer paid attention to Reiko and walked to the bed and lay down.

Reiko sat down on the sofa and looked at Mrs. Mochizuki, not knowing what she wanted to do. Just as I was wondering, I noticed that Mrs. Mochizuki's hand was touching her breast.

"Hmm...ah..." Mrs. Mochizuki hummed with pleasure as the kneading continued.

Mrs. Mochizuki's movements became more and more intense. She quickly unbuttoned her chest with her hands, and her huge breasts jumped out impatiently. Mrs. Mochizuki pinched her nipple with one hand and lifted her skirt up to her waist with the other hand. She bent her knees and spread her legs as wide as possible. She was not wearing anything under her skirt. Mrs. Mochizuki's fingers skillfully attacked her vagina, and her screams were like waves, one louder than the other.

Reiko closed her eyes and dared not look any longer, but she couldn't control herself from listening to Mrs. Mochizuki's obscene screams.

“Ah… so comfortable… ah…”

Mrs. Mochizuki's lewd cries made Reiko's heart distracted, as if a fire was burning inside her body. Reiko felt the anxiety she had just felt after making love with her husband.

"What is Mrs. Mochizuki doing?" Reiko couldn't help her curiosity. She opened her eyes and stole a peek at Mrs. Mochizuki. Her hands unconsciously moved towards her breasts.

"Hey, Reiko, are you looking at me?"

“Ah… yes… yes.”

"What a bad student you are! You actually peeked at the teacher's naked body. Where are you looking at?"

"...Vagina...Vagina..."

"Oh... I'm so embarrassed that Reiko has seen my most shameful part... Don't look... Don't look..." Mrs. Mochizuki twisted her buttocks as if to avoid Reiko's gaze, but her legs opened wider intentionally or unintentionally.

Reiko's mind went blank. Although Mrs. Mochizuki told her not to look, her tone was clearly encouraging. Reiko continued to stare at Mrs. Mochizuki, squeezing her breasts even tighter with her hands.

As early as seven years ago, this kind of masturbation relying solely on fingers was no longer enough to satisfy Mrs. Mochizuki, but performing in front of others brought new excitement, especially when the audience was a young woman like Reiko who was ignorant of sex.

Mrs. Mochizuki's fingers thrust faster and faster, "Bad boy Reiko... you peeked at the teacher doing this... ah... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to lose it... I'm going to lose it... ah..." Mrs. Mochizuki screamed, and she thrust her fat waist upward fiercely, and collapsed on the bed with her whole body exhausted.

"Reiko... ask the driver to take you home..." After saying that, Mrs. Mochizuki fell into a deep sleep.

(7)

Lingzi tossed and turned and couldn't sleep tonight.

She couldn't stop herself from thinking about Mrs. Mochizuki. As soon as she closed her eyes, she seemed to see Mrs. Mochizuki's twisting body and her lewd cries again. "Mrs. Mochizuki seemed really comfortable..." Reiko's whole body began to heat up again.

"Tosuke...Tosuke..." Reiko shook her husband beside her, but her husband was sleeping soundly without any sense of romance.

Reiko wanted to get up and take a shower, but suddenly she had an idea and walked towards the guest room. Reiko carefully closed the doors and windows first, then leaned on the bed and imitated Mrs. Mochizuki's posture, gently caressing her breasts.

"Will this really be comfortable?"

"Huh!? My nipples are getting hard!" Although her movements were clumsy, Reiko still felt a slight pleasure spreading. Even through her bra she could feel her nipples standing up excitedly.

"Ah... so comfortable..." However, this level of enjoyment soon turned into torture. The faint pleasure not only failed to quell Reiko's desire, but instead aroused her desire for deeper and stronger stimulation.

The image of Mrs. Mochizuki's fingers thrusting into her vagina came to Reiko's mind.

"You can't do this..." Reiko's mind protested weakly. In the heart of Lingzi, who grew up in a traditional conservative family, private parts are shameful. Even though it is her own body, Lingzi still feels a strong sense of shame about touching her vulva.

"No, I can't go on..." But the more she forced herself not to think about it, the clearer Mrs. Mochizuki's figure became, and the more intense the movements of her hands kneading her breasts became.

"Ah...what should I do..." Reiko moaned in distress.

The primitive desire finally overwhelmed everything, and Reiko's trembling right hand moved to her lower abdomen.

"Ah! My underwear is wet... How come I'm leaking so much water..."

"Ah... so comfortable... how could this be..." The fingers rubbed the vagina quickly through the panties, and the pleasure quickly spread.

"It feels good... I want... more..." Lingzi, who had let go of everything, unconsciously put her fingers into her panties.

"Ah..." Reiko's whole body suddenly shook. When her fingers touched the sensitive buds, a sudden strong electric current pushed Reiko to the peak.

"Hmm...hmm...what is this feeling..." Reiko's waist twitched unconsciously, and she fell asleep mumbling in a trance.

(8)

“Ring…Ring…”

"Hello, this is the Sato family."

"Hello, is this Mrs. Sato?"

"Ah! Hello, Mrs. Mochizuki." Reiko still couldn't believe what happened yesterday. Until noon, Reiko even suspected that she was dreaming. Hearing Mrs. Mochizuki's voice, Reiko suddenly felt very nervous.

"Well, Ryuji was late for his piano lesson yesterday, so can we ask Mrs. Sato to make up for it today?"

"Oh... So that's it... Yes, no problem, I'll go over for extra lessons today."

"That's great. The driver will pick you up on time. Thank you, Mrs. Sato."

"Don't say that. By the way, Mrs. Mochizuki..."

"Anything else?"

"About yesterday...yesterday..."

"What happened yesterday?"

"Nothing... nothing. See you later."

"Am I really dreaming?" Lingzi was full of doubts.

(9)

"Good afternoon, I'm Sato Reiko."

"Ah, Reiko, you're here, come in."

"Eh? Ryuji-kun isn't here? Didn't you say you were going to make up lessons?"

"It's true that you're giving extra lessons, but the student is you, Reiko. Could it be that you've forgotten?" When she said the last sentence, Mrs. Mochizuki deliberately put her face close to Reiko's ear and let out a weird laugh.

"How could this be..." Reiko felt like she had been cheated, and at the same time she was finally sure that what happened yesterday was not a dream.

Reiko was taken upstairs again.

"Reiko, did something embarrassing yesterday!"

"Eh? How did Mrs. Mochizuki know that?"

"Reiko has become more beautiful today!" Mrs. Mochizuki suddenly pulled Reiko into her arms, "Reiko finally masturbated!" Reiko nodded shyly.

"It tastes great, right?"

"I've never had this kind of experience before..."

"Okay! Come on, let me see how you do it." Mrs. Mochizuki let Reiko lie sideways on the bed.

"What!? No! I can't do this!"

"Haven't you already done it? Why are you pretending to be innocent in front of me!"

"I can't do it with other people around."

"Are you shy? Then I'll blindfold you and you can just pretend you're alone. That should be fine, right?"

"I still can't..."

"You asked me for help yourself! How can I help you when you don't listen to me? Forget it, Mr. Sato's happiness has nothing to do with me. Go back. I won't care about you anymore."

When it comes to her husband's happiness, Reiko's attitude softens. "I'll just listen to you..."

Mrs. Mochizuki was happy then, and took a black silk scarf to cover Reiko's eyes, "Don't be nervous, treat this place as your own home, and enjoy it, okay?"

Although she said that, Lingzi still couldn't hide her nervousness. She lay stiffly on the bed without moving at all.

"What's wrong? Do you want me to help you?"

"Ah...no...I'll do it myself." Reiko mustered up the courage to move her hand to her chest.

"It's inconvenient with so many clothes between us, right? Let me take off your clothes for you."

"No... no need... this is how I do it." Reiko said anxiously, afraid that Mrs. Mochizuki would really take off her clothes.

"Oh? Really?" Mrs. Mochizuki did not move.

"Your other hand isn't idle, is it?"

"Yes... yes..." Reiko put her other hand into her skirt. Although the movements were exactly the same as last night, there was no such pleasure as last night. Reiko felt like a robot being manipulated by Mrs. Mochizuki, following every command.

Mrs. Mochizuki didn't say anything for a long time. In the darkness, Reiko's tense emotions finally calmed down. After calming down, Lingzi realized that she was still doing obscene postures.

The palm of my hand began to feel the fullness of the breast, and with my other hand I could feel the shape of the crack through my panties.

"Ah...what am I doing..." The pleasure from last night seemed to gradually begin to awaken.

"Is it finally quiet?" Mrs. Mochizuki came closer to me without me noticing.

"Let me help you!" He breathed into Reiko's ear while speaking.

Mrs. Mochizuki's hand reached into her skirt and suddenly moved quickly over the inside of Reiko's thigh. "Ah..." Reiko shuddered and all the pores on her body stood up.

"Hehe, I didn't expect Reiko to be so sensitive... I guess you can't take care of this place yourself..." Mrs. Mochizuki kissed Reiko's earlobe lightly, sometimes sucking it with the tip of her tongue, and sometimes biting it with her teeth.

"Ah... why..." Lingzi felt a tingling sensation, yet she felt indescribably comfortable. Lingzi had not expected that this place could be so sexy.

"Don't stop your hands..." Mrs. Mochizuki grabbed Reiko's right hand and massaged her breasts; it was a far cry from Reiko's clumsy movements, each massage by Mrs. Mochizuki was just right.

"Ah... so good..." Under Mrs. Mochizuki's skillful caressing, Reiko's sexual desire quickly increased and she couldn't help but moan softly.

Looking at Reiko's slightly parted cherry lips and intoxicated expression, even Mrs. Mochizuki felt her heart moved. She turned her head and kissed Reiko, her tongue greedily drilling into Reiko's mouth.

"Hmm..." Reiko, who was already drowning in lust, completely forgot to resist. Instead, she welcomed his tongue and enjoyed the sweet kiss that only existed between the same sex. Encouraged by Reiko, Mrs. Mochizuki kissed more passionately, their tongues tightly entangled, and they spit saliva at each other, making chirping sounds; it was not until Reiko was out of breath that Mrs. Mochizuki reluctantly left Reiko's lips.

"Do you like it?"

"like."

As she spoke, Mrs. Mochizuki lifted Reiko's skirt and pulled her panties aside.

"Ah! It's already wet. It turns out that Reiko is also a lustful woman."

“No… that’s not it…”

"There is no man who doesn't like lustful women. No, even women will fall in love with someone like Reiko!" After saying that, he kissed Reiko again.

Mrs. Mochizuki gently drew circles around the clitoris with her fingers, constantly teasing it so that the nectar overflowed like a dam breaking.

"Where does all this water come from?" Mrs. Mochizuki continued to stimulate Reiko with obscene words, and then she inserted her fingers into her husband's exclusive territory.

"ah!"

"It's still so tight! Mr. Sato is so abominable, neglecting Reiko like this." Mrs. Mochizuki kissed Reiko tenderly, her fingers moving slowly.

"Are you feeling comfortable?"

"Hmm..." Reiko couldn't answer, worried that she would moan loudly if she opened her mouth. Reiko has always been quiet and passive in bed. This is certainly because she is conservative by nature, but the more important reason is that her husband lacks skills and cannot let her completely liberate herself.

"If you feel comfortable, you can scream out loud." Mrs. Mochizuki seemed to see through Reiko's reserve. On the one hand, she intensified the attack with her fingers, and on the other hand, she used words to remove Reiko's defenses.

"..."

"It's not enough? Okay!" Mrs. Mochizuki's hands began to tremble violently, and her fingers kept rubbing the most sensitive G-spot.

"Ah... no... no, attack that place..." Reiko finally couldn't help but scream.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Reiko finally surrender, Mrs. Mochizuki felt a sense of accomplishment.

"It's...ah...too exciting...ah..." Reiko moaned. Her modesty and morality were completely gone, and were replaced by lust and desire.

"Are you comfortable?" Mrs. Mochizuki's fingers did not relax at all.

"Comfortable...ah...so comfortable..." Reiko cried happily.

"Do it yourself from now on!" Just as Reiko was falling into frenzy, Mrs. Mochizuki cruelly pulled out her fingers.

"Ah..." Reiko felt a strong sense of emptiness.

Reiko's mind went blank, and she unconsciously inserted her fingers into her vagina to fill the emptiness left by Mrs. Mochizuki. "Oh..." Reiko moaned with satisfaction.

Without any scruples, she could get the highest pleasure by just following the instructions of her body. Reiko twisted her waist and thrust her fingers vigorously. Her movements were no more subtle than Mrs. Mochizuki's. "Ah...ah...good..." Reiko couldn't believe that such obscene sounds came from her own mouth.