She was undeniably lovely and I had played the roll of her husband often enough. I found it a comfortable role to play; she seemed to find it equally ...cceptable. If there was a woman that I could - that I would want - to take as a wife...But 'now' Ishtaaru had her own duties and it would be dishonorable to distract her from them. The past cannot be recaptured. The future may never come. Now, we have our own roles and that is all that matters.She smiled when she saw me. "Akio-san." She bowed and. It had been a couple of weeks since her meltdown episode with Danny and the disappointment at not getting pregnant. Since then she had been a little more doting a wife than usual, attentive to his needs and planned to continue over the weekend. Since going off the pill a few months earlier, she would let him satisfy her orally fairly regularly when she came home from work. It was a great way for Kendra to decompress and let the work day frustrations melt away. She was pondering which of their. I imagined he’d want to go in and out experiencing the thrill, but he didn’t. He started right in, fucking in and out with abandon, but after what I’d said, I didn’t want to tell him differently.Here I was, a thirty-seven-year-old man being fucked for the first time by a beautiful seventeen-year-old boy. A seventeen-year-old with a really big cock. A boy with a big cock who was my step-son. And although that hadn’t been a part of my earlier thoughts, now it somehow made it even better, more. We told the waiter that we had decided not to take our luncheon, and retired to our rooms. The windows were open, to let in the fresh breeze, blowing in from the sea. The sheer curtains fluttered with the breaths of air. Our bed was near the window, its canopy danced in the breeze as well. As we fell into the bed, amid a rush of exploring hands and tender kisses, I told him I loved him and that I always would. He looked at me for a moment and replied the same heartfelt sentiments. He held my.