Hisao and Lilly's Married Life: Chapter 11 (Patreon)

The sense of movement was what awoke Lilly from her dream. She felt the bed shake, and slowly her sense of hearing picked up the soft harp music of Hisao’s alarm. She heard him exhale as he stood from the bed and walked over to his dresser and the alarm placed upon it. The music, from some old video game that Lilly had long forgotten the name of, was called Harvest Dawn. She smiled, remembering how he’d made the effort to switching from such a loud standard alarm to something soft, to ensure she’d sleep as long as she needed. 

Lilly sat up in bed, groaning slightly in response to her stomach pooching in her lap. She rubbed at the feeling of the sleep in her eyes as her senses began to alert her to the birds outside, and yawned.

“Oh, good morning, Angel.” Hisao said from nearby his dresser.

“Good morning, Love.” She replied, turning to where he stood and smiling.

“Did I wake you?” he asked, worriedly.

Lilly shakes her head, and flinches when she feels the length of her hair caught beneath her hips tug. “Ouch. No, no.” she says, pulling the hair free. “I wanted to wake up, so I slept lightly. I wanted to ask you something.” She swept the blankets off of her long legs, and stood over the edge of the bed. The cold wood of the floor usually made her hesitant to step from the bed, but she stood today with a tad of excitement. The wind from the outside brushed against her hips, sending a chill through her body that she forced to remain still as she turned, clapping her hands in front of her. “I was wondering if you’d be willing to take me with you today, on your morning workout.”

“Oh, umm, sure!” Hisao replied. “Do you need to borrow some clothes from school?”

“No, Rai and I went shopping and I picked some up then.” Lilly plodded over to her own wardrobe and pulled from it the exercise shorts and T-shirt that she’d gotten. She heard Hisao walk up behind her, and she turned around smiling to show them off. “See?”

He chuckled. “I’d love for you to join me.” He warmly replied. He slid one hand into her open pajama shit, and the other against her unclothed hip. She’d taken to sleeping in her underwear with only the pj shirt now, and Hisao seemed quiet taken with it as well. She pressed into his touch, feeling the coldness of his skin against the warmth of her own stomach. She tried to think, to imagine, how she must look to him. How her stomach undoubtedly felt soft and squishy against his touch, yet he did not draw away instead he drew closer and closer, pressing up against her himself. He kissed her, first once on the forehead, then on the nose, and then her mouth. 

The pair intertwined like that, wrapping arms around one another like serpents, until Lilly broke the kiss.

“Hisao, we must be going.” She giggled. 

“Yea, yes, of course.” He said, breathing out a little hard. “Sorry just… you look beautiful, you know that?”

Hisao tugged on Lilly’s hair affectionately, and she rocked her head back with it laughing. He dipped in, kissing her neck, which made her playfully mew. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” She said, knowing very well that they needed to stop, but finding herself unable to pull away.

Luckily for the two, or perhaps unluckily, Hisao found the strength to back off slightly. Still, he kept his hand on his wife’s belly, his thumb just above her navel as her stroked at her waist. 

“Come on, let me see it on you. I’ll get mine too.”

He backed up, pulling open the drawer to his dresser. Lilly slipped the shorts on, feeling them pull tightly over her rear as she did and the elastic of the waistband snap against her pelvis. She pulled it up a bit higher, over the curve of her stomach to just beneath her bellybutton. She then took off her pajama shirt, her breasts were perked from the cold air, and slipped the T-shirt over her top. The shirt wasn’t exactly tight, having upped the size a bit from a small… to a large. She bit her lip just thinking about it. Still, though, she felt it cling to her skin. She supposed it was designed to do that though, being workout gear. Then, she reached for her night stand, and felt the familiar fabric of the ribbon. She tied her hair back into its usual bow, tying it up so that it would no longer fall beneath her butt when she sat.

“Okay. How do I look?” she asked. She spun and spread her arms wide, knocking her knees to angle a pose. She heard Hisao bark a laugh as his footsteps walked closer to her.

“Feeling a bit cold?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

His hand brushed against her shirt, against the hardness of her nipple, and she yelped. A furious blush spread over her face. “You can see that??”

“Yea, the shirts a bit tight around your chest, because it’s an exercise one.” Hisao said, his voice stuck at a crossroads between his teaching voice replaced and one of amusement. She could just hear the smile on his face. 

She pouted at him. “Well I didn’t know… I’ve never had an exercise shirt.”

“Really? What about gym class?”

“Well, Mr. Nakai.” Lilly said, with a false sternness. “I kind of had an issue with taking gym class.” She blinked enthusiastically, to extenuate the point.

“Oh… oh… How am I just hearing about this?” Hisao asked.

“I guess it’s never come up.” Lilly said. “After all, why would it? We both agreed years ago that you’d need to work out, but I didn’t exactly sign that same contract.” She said. She winked, and stuck out her tongue at him.

“Oh, contract? I wasn’t aware I signed anything.” He mocked back.

“Hmm, I guess you forgot, like you forgot the elevator at school.” Lilly glibly replied. She flicked his chest, and Hisao just laughed.

“Yea… yeaaaaa… Anyways, we should be going. There might even be some of the track team there today. I told them I’d be there every morning. None showed up yesterday, but hey you never know.” 

Lilly happily clapped, her arms pushing against her chest. 

Hisao, with a fresh reminder, helped her remove her shirt and put on a bra, and the pair left the apartment.

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As the two walked from their apartment, Lilly had volunteered to take the stairs down, as a sort of start. Hisao and her skipped down them quickly, and Hisao was extremely glad that his wife had any support at all for her chest. He’d need to show her what a sports bra was, as even with the support they still bounced upwards and downwards as she went, and Hisao could swear he could hear them clap against her stomach more than once.

The last set, she held her chest with her hands, skipping down them behind Hisao, and laughed to herself. “I must look ridiculous.” She said.

“I think the most ridiculous thing about how you look is someone as beautiful as you is holding hands with me.” He waved at the security guard as they exited the apartment, who snored at his desk in a way of response. 

Lilly flicked his arm, “Don’t speak of yourself like that.” She said. “You are a beautiful man, Hisao.”

Hisao put his hand against his forehead, laughing at the usage of the word. “I know, I know, I’m fabulous. You, though, you’re in another league.” 

“You think so, huh?” Lilly said. With her free hand, she patted her stomach, sending a quick ripple against her shirt. “Am I so beautiful?”

“Yes.” He replied, matter-of-factly. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “You are.”

They walked the rest of the way in a comfortable silence, and Hisao could tell Lilly was mulling some things over in her head. She kept humming happily though, so he didn’t ask. If she wanted to say, she would. 

They approached the track, which turned out to actually be in use. A lone boy was running at a steady pace, a bit higher than a jog, and was just pulling into the line when Hisao and Lilly entered onto the track through the schools gate. He slowed up his speed and waved at them.

“Victor!” Hisao exclaimed. “It’s good to see you. Is anyone else here?”

“Hello, coach. Good morning, coach.” Victor said formally with a bow. “No. I am only one come run this morning. I would come yesterday, but nearly dead in room.”

Hisao nodded his head, trying to understand the boy over his thick Russian accent. He had learned from the other coach, Yuki, that Victor was actually an immigrant from Russia, and was still coming to terms with the language. The boy was almost as tall as Hisao was now, and still had a few years growth ahead of him. His shaved head gave off a certain strength that Hisao so readily equated with Russians, though he still had a boyish face. “That’s excellent, Victor. I’m glad you came.”

Victor tilted his head. “Nearly dead excellent?” He asked.

Hisao sighed. He was never good with these. “What’s wrong?” Lilly asked.

“Just the fun of the language barrier.” He lowered his head and shook it.

Lilly began making noises that sounded something like she was swearing to Hisao, but instinctively he placed the words as Russian, or at least Eastern European. Victor’s face, though, lit up in a large smile.

“Da” he said, nodding his head, using the word that even Hisao knew was yes in Russian. 

He said something else after rapidly, and Lilly seemed to have issue following. He repeated himself and she responded, shaking her hand back and forth as if to say ‘so so.’ She then raised her hand to her face, shaking it back and forth across her eyes. They spoke back and forth for a few moments, Hisao not even coming close to following anything more than the most basic of hand signals. Lilly turned to Hisao after a moment. 

“Victor Ivannovich says he is very pleased to have such a dedicated coach, and that his father told him that he would need to work extra hard to impress you and win come this Saturday.”

Victor smiles and nods his head along excitedly. It’s apparent that he doesn’t meet people very often that speak in his native tongue.

“Where did you learn Russian??” Hisao asked.

“Our first year here, remember Ms. Medvede? The old woman that retired last year? I spent my off periods assisting her in class. She taught Russian, remember? I picked up a few things.”

“Huh, really?” Hisao asked. Lilly replied in the foreign tongue to him, something that made Victor laugh.

“Well okay then.” Hisao said, shrugging. “How about we start with some warmups today. Victor, mind giving us a few laps? I would like to work with Mrs. Nakai beforehand.”

Lilly translated the speech into Russian, motioning with her hands. Victor nodded and gave an affirmative “Yes, coach.” Before heading back out onto the starting position on the track. He stood there, waiting. Hisao guessed that he was waiting for them.

“Okay, Lilly. Have you ever run on a track before?” he asked.

“Truthfully, I don’t remember the last time I ever ran…” Lilly said with honesty. Hisao believed her, after all her soft lifestyle had grown a bit… apparent. In fact, all of the woman had grown a bit apparent, as both her breasts and stomach were outlines by the black and blue running shirt, and her butt and thighs were ever so visible with her matching running shorts.

“Hisao, do you mind running at my pace? Just until I get a feeling for the track…” Lilly said. Her nervousness was showing on her face, the woman had never been good at hiding her emotions.

“Of course Lilly.” Hisao replied to try and reassure her. “Okay, ready? Here we go.”

They started running, feet moving one in front of the other, and Victor quickly took off ahead of them. Lilly ran… Well, she ran really weird. She held arms locked at her legs, leaning forward and stomped her feet like she was catching herself from falling. She started breathing hard through her mouth, sucking in air between steps and only exhaling a small bit. They had only reached the first corner of the run before Hisao made them slow.

“Okay. Okay okay okay…” Hisao said, inwardly slapping himself. Of course she had no idea how to run. She was Lilly! She never rushed to do anything. She was born at a leisurely pace.

“Is something wrong?” Lilly asked. She held her hands up by her chin. “Ooo I’m just doing this all wrong, aren’t I?”

“Well… yes.” Hisao said. They continued walking, and he placed a guiding hand on her back, steering her slightly. As she panted, Hisao could hear her breathing out small numbers, counting her steps. He stepped behind her and touched her arms. 

“When you run, you want to swing your arms.” Hisao said, motioning with her arms. “Each arm goes out with the opposing leg. The momentum of your upper body carries you forward. And you don’t want to lean and land on your feet like that, it’s bad for them and for your back. Stand up straighter, and you want to land on the mid of your foot, then spring off the front of it. Okay? Try it.”

“Okay” she panted. She began running again, Hisao besides her, guiding her through the corner.

“Ohmy- Ohmygod.” Lilly said in between breaths. As she ran, her boobs flopped and jiggled up and down, up and down, and her posture began becoming worse and worse. They reached the halfway point on the other side of the track before she began to slow again, Victor just completing his first lap. They begin walking together, and Lilly tried to catch her breath.

“Breath in through your nose and out your mouth.” Hisao instructed. “Where did you learn to run like that?” He asked.

“Akira *gasp* told me *gasp* that Ninjas *gasp*-” She didn’t continue, as Hisao had burst out laughing. She swiped at him half-heartedly. “Shu*gasp* shutup.” She was is evidentially counting her steps, as Hisao could hear her whisper numbers every few steps.

“Your running ones will be different than walking, because you’re taking much larger strides than normal.” Hisao reminded her. She responded by sticking her tongue out ahead of her, blowing on it in a raspberry.

Hisao just laughed.

The sound of footsteps behind them as they entered the final turn, and the young Russian man shouted out a string of words. Lilly tensed as she streaked past, and then she laughed. She laughed loudly and hard, rolling her neck back as her body shook with laughter. Hisao looked back and forth, confused. She sighed as she finished, and reached out grabbing Hisao. “Come on. I need to hit your student.” 

They ran together again, rounding the corner together and coming up towards the finish line. At the line stood Victor, waving his hands and shouting what sounded like words of encouragement. He jumped up and down, shouting as Hisao and Lilly crossed the finishing line, and gave a loud cheer. He clapped his hands as Lilly doubled over, heaving with her hands on her knees. Her shirt had begun to ride up on her middle, and Hisao pulled it back down as he patted her back. “There, there.” He said.

Victor came up and said something, a smirk on his face. Lilly stood up straight and smacked his shoulder, though the blow was soft. “Call me *gasp* a cow again *gasp* and I’ll take your head.” Hisao was sure the threat jumped the boundaries of communication, because Victor laughed and clapped like the young boy he was.

Lilly stood up straight, flexing her back, and sticking out her chest. Victor, who’d a moment ago looked so cocky and sure of himself, stared mouth gapping agog at Lilly’s large heaving chest, bouncing up and down practically in his face. His face quickly turned red and he looked away, muttering quietly. He looked at Hisao, and then back at Lilly, and had a harder time looking away this time. Hisao cleared his throat, and Victor nearly jumped from his skin.

“I didn’t say you were done. You and me, let’s go.” He said, smirking at the boy maliciously. 

“I think…” Lilly said, still getting her breath back. “I think I’m going to walk this one.” Hisao laughed a short laugh, and told her to take all the time she needed.

He and Victor quickly raced around the track. He ran a running pace that almost seemed to be a sprint for the poor boy. ‘Good,’ he thought to himself. ‘Give him something else to think about than his new sexual awakening.’

Victor tried to slow after the first lap, as they passed walking Lilly who’d just entered her first curve, and Hisao barked at him to keep up. He looked back to see Lilly giggling into her hand, her soft milky thighs rubbing together as she walked. They kept running, another lap as Lilly walked along the opposing straightaway, and Victor didn’t even slow this time, though Hisao enjoyed the view of his wife’s bobbing ass. On the third lap, Victor stumbled, catching himself whilst running. He panted like a dog with his tongue out, though Hisao knew the boy had more in him than this. They passed Lilly once more, who seemed much more comfortable at her current pace, smiling pleasantly. Their final lap, Hisao ordered the boy go full tilt, to keep up with him as he sprinted. They went all the way around, and managed to arrive at the finish at nearly the same time as Lilly had. They quickly slowed up, Victor tripping over his feet and landing on the track ground. He lay there panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Hisao felt an old familiar burn in his joints as he doubled over, resting his hand on his knees, though his heart and chest felt fine and he quickly caught his breath.

“Have a good run?” 

Hisao turned and was met with the site of a potbelly struggling against its confining shirt. He stood up straight and saw the marks of sweat on Lilly’s forehead, as well as on her shirt. The exercise must have been pretty hard on her, which made sense considering she didn’t have to do much besides walk to school or the store over the past few years.

“I need to shower…” she said. 

“I think we both could use one.” He replied. He checked his watch. “Hey, Victor. We’re going to go home and shower. You gonna be here tomorrow morning?”

“Eeatbet viyo mat.” Came the reply from the ground.

Lilly scowled, an angry look flashed in the boys direction. “He says yes, and if he’s not, to hunt him down and make him come.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” He called back to the boy, and walked off, following Lilly. She seemed pretty steamed, but allowed herself to laugh softly to herself as she calmed down.

“So what did he say?” Hisao asked her, curiously. 

Lilly groaned. “I’d rather not say it…” She rolled her head backwards and to the sides, stretching her neck. She hung her arms at her sides, and made an effort of showing the pain even saying this was putting on her. “He… told you to… to… Ugh.”

Hisao laughed at his wife’s misfortune, which made her scowl.

“He said ‘fuck your mother.’” She said. She put her hand to her chest. “Ooo, that burned to say…”

Hisao roared with laughter, and mentally made sure he’d put Victor through a bit of training. When he was done with him, he’d be the best damn runner on the field.

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When the pair returned home, Hisao noted their time as the alarm on his watch beeped.

“We don’t really have time for two showers…” He said. “I can run to school if you-” He was cut off as Lilly reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling him behind her into the bathroom. 

“Oh you know very well what we’ll have to do.” She replied, a mischievous grin on her face. “Here, help me take this off.”

Hisao did as ordered, pulling the sweaty shirt up over the woman’s head. She smelled like exhilaration and wanting, and she tore away Hisao’s own shirt to his surprise as he unclasped her bra. She shimmed her sides, her shorts falling off of her engorged thighs, and stood bare before Hisao, tugging him backwards and into the shower. “We better hurry if we don’t want to be late.”

Turning the shower onto a warm heat, steam quickly began to fill the bathroom as the pair held each other closely, soaking one another. Lilly’s long blonde hair clung to her body. It was so long that it could reach her thighs, and Hisao ran his fingers through it as he caressed her soft curves. He felt himself becoming aroused, and was sure that Lilly could feel it too as she pressed up against him. 

“So, how did you like running?” Hisao asked.

“Oh, it was… something. I much preferred the walking.” She said. She bit her lip as Hisao pinched her side, grabbing her squishiness. 

“I dunno, I kinda liked watching you bounce as you ran.” He raised a hand, and lightly batted her large breast, sending a ripple across her body as she giggled. He leaned forward and kissed her neck, biting it slightly with his teeth as he sucked on her flesh. Lilly let out a gasp of air.

“We’re going to be la-late.” She protested weakly. Hisao, lips still to her neck, felt out towards the shelf and picked up Lilly’s shampoo. He squirted it into his hand and began caressing her head, running the shampoo through it as he pressed her to the side of the wall. Her stomach pressed against his, her breasts to his chest, and his legs mingling with hers as his hands danced through her long hair, pulling and tugging. She moaned in his ear as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling himself against her and pinching at her abundant sides.

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‘If he gave me a hickey, I will kill him.’ Lilly thought as she walked through the empty halls towards the break room. They’d barely made it back to the school as the ‘Get to class bell,” as Hisao had called it, rang. She could just picture the look he’d had as he kissed her, grin so easy to feel on his face, pinched her stomach, and ran off to class.

She counted her steps, cane in hand as she tapped along the hall to the break room. She reached it and turned the knob. 

“Rai? Are you in here?” Lilly called.

“Hmm? Oh, good morning Lilly.” Rai responded. Lilly heard the sound of the chair being pushed back and smiled as the footfalls of the small girl came near. “Is there something you need?”

“Are we alone in here?” Lilly asked.

“Umm… Yes?”

“Do I have a mark on my neck?”

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Still confused as to why she was asked that, Rai walked with Lilly along to their class. “Should you have a mark on your neck?” Rai asked.

“No.” Lilly replied lightly. “Maybe. Sort of.” She finished. She groaned to herself. “I’m going to have such a hard time focusing today, I can already tell.”

“Well do you have… oohhh, I know what it is.” Rai said. She started laughing at the blonde woman’s blush, which confirmed her suspicion. “You two having a little too much fun?”

Lilly said nothing for a moment. “I know makeup covers bruises like that, but I don’t own any, currently.”

“Wait, really? Do you not wear makeup?” 

Lilly turned to face Rai. Her long eyelashes blinked around her unseeing blue eyes, her face was a fare pinkish white, and a bit cherubic as her face had filled out slightly. “No. Did you think I did?”

Rai could see it was true, though. No mascara, no eye liner, but there were no marks on her face either. The woman lacked any sort of imperfections.

“I just… kinda assumed, I guess.” Rai responded. Inwardly she thought about the awkward teenager that had cried once because she’d gotten a pimple before a school dance. “You’re a very pretty woman. I’d never noticed you didn’t wear it.”

Lilly beamed. “Thank you, Rai. That’s very nice of you.”

The pair entered the elevator, and headed up towards the room. Along the way, Lilly discussed her plan of how they’d handle the idea of students presenting the play.

“Are you sure about this?” Rai asked, a bit worriedly.

“Of course. I have much faith placed in them.” Lilly said, nodding.

“Okay, you’re the boss.” Rai said, still unconfident. 

The bell sounded and after a moment, students began trickling in. Benjamin, giant glasses on his face, was one of the last students to enter, and Rai watched as his face lite up when he saw Lilly, who bade him hello when he greeted her. He sat down next to one of his friends who whispered something that seemed to embarrass the boy, and Rai didn’t need to guess what it was about.

“Okay, students.” Lilly said, standing before her desk as the bell rang. “I apologize for my absence yesterday, but I’ve been told that you’ve all displayed interest in presenting our next reading?”

Several answers of approval were audible. One girl, the girl who’d wanted to play Paris, raised her hand and spoke. “Mrs. Nakai?”

“Hmm? Yes, Keikio?” Lilly asked. Rai tried to commit the name to memory, but knew it wouldn’t stick. 

“I asked Mr. Tensao, the drama teacher, if we could use the stage. Since there’s no drama class at this time, he said we could use it, and some of the costumes!”

“That sounds lovely!” Lilly exclaimed, and Rai inwardly groaned. She’d seen enough half-assed Shakespeare. When would that dead man stop haunting her? “Today, then.” Lilly continued. “We will be deciding parts. In the spirit of fairness, we’ll have an election tomorrow for each part, because this is sure to take all period. If you’d like to try out for a part, or even a few parts, please approach Ms. Kato and sign your name on her character sheet.” Rai waved as several students looked in her direction. “Okay, let’s get started.”

Over the course of the rest of the day, the students signed up for parts and, after lunch, returned to audition. Several parts only had one person try out for them, including the two main characters. Rika, Rai remembered her as the ‘popular’ girl from earlier, was the only one to try for Juliet. Her friends gave her a standing ovation, whilst the rest of the students just kind of sat there. Romeo, was auditioned for by Benjamin Kimura. As he walked in front of the class, the poor boy was as pink as the cherry trees. He attempted to read Romeo’s monologue, but several times he forgot his lines, and was having issues reading them from the script. Rai, being the boy’s assistant, tried her best to help him remember, volunteering the lines from memory, but it seemed to get him more flustered and his overly large glasses fogged up so he couldn’t see. He received a pity amount of applause, with the girl that volunteered for Juliet giving him a cold, hard, stare.

Lilly decided that, in the interest of fairness, all parts with only one try-out would receive a “write in” box, where students could elect someone to take the spot instead in case anyone decided they wanted to do it later. The students seemed pleased with the decision. One spot, the part of Juliet’s Nurse, didn’t have any volunteers at all, and received just a blank space. Lilly told Rai after class that they think of something if nobody wanted the part.

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“I’m just saying, they needed more of that syrup sauce.” Lilly said, as her and Hisao entered the front door.

“Yea.” he agreed. “That bottle was really small for being able to make so many… what were they called? The fancy name.”

(Flap-Jacks) Lilly said, calling the dish by its English name. She placed the remainder of the foil wrapped food down on the counter and sighed. “Meat. That’d be good with these, don’t you think?”

“Well, Kim said they often had pork bacon with them when they were logging in Canada.”

“Oh. I must have missed that.”

Hisao laughed. “I noticed, you were enjoying them too much already.”

“There’s no such thing as enjoying something too much.” Lilly chided. Hisao picked up the foiled food and placed it in the fridge. As he closed the door, he felt arms wrap around his waist and Lilly’s chin press against his back softly. “Speaking of enjoying things…”

Hisao turned, and Lilly kissed him. First on the cheek, then on the mouth. He returned the kiss, and felt Lilly’s tongue hungrily attack his own. She pulled him towards her, stepping back and guiding them into the hall, bumping into a decorative cabinet as they went. She tugged him towards the room, turning in time to enter it and guided herself to the bed.

“Do you want me to wake you tomorrow? For a morning run?”

Lilly hummed, turning towards Hisao. “I think I’d rather some exercise tonight.” She plopped onto the bed, which squeaked under her heavy frame. “How long has it been?” She asked. “With all of your teasing me lately, I’ve been soooo pent up. Tonight, I want you to make me feel only the way that a married woman can.”

Hisao stepped forwards and took his wife’s hands. She surprised him, then, by tugging him backwards and springing off the ground and back towards the center of the bed. The bed shook as she landed in the center, and he stumbled forwards and face planted against her soft stomach. She laughed hard as he recovered, his hands gripping her sides and began tickling her. Slowly, the tickling died down, turning to grabbing, fondling, and jiggling her stomach underneath her shirt. Lilly had gone from laughing to biting her lip, her hands grabbing the sheets beneath her.

“You really like that, don’t you?” Lilly asked, her voice filled with exoticness.

“I really do.” Hisao replied honestly.

“Even though I’m so fat that the bed gets mad at me now?”

Hisao stopped playing with his wife’s stomach, pulling her shirt over her head and her long hair through the gap. 

“Angel, allow me to be clear.” He said. “I fucking love your body.” He grabbed her sides in his hands, pinching them in his fingers. “I love watching you squeeze into tight clothes, God you talk about me teasing? I’ve been so hungry for you lately, I want nothing but to-”

He was cut off as she grabbed his shirt, pulling him down towards him.

“Tonight, you will be mine, Romeo.” Lilly said, placing a gentle hand to his face. She kissed him heavily, and together they tore his shirt off. 

“Something tells me that we’ll have a happier ending, my sweet Juliet.” He said, pulling her dress skirt down and off of her body.