Chapter 37: Crossing the Line ( 37 )

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Chapter 37 - Crossing the Line ( 37 ) When they got home, Kyouko took off her shoes and reached for the light switch. The warm light gently filled the space, creating a cozy atmosphere in the quiet house. "How long are Father-in-law and Satomi going to be away?" Haruki asked as he slipped off his shoes. "He said four... maybe five days," Kyouko replied, setting her bag down on the table. "Oh," Haruki replied, stepping closer. Without saying anything else, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her back into his chest. Kyouko gasped softly at the warmth of his embrace, but before she could say anything, Haruki turned her around to face him. His eyes met hers—tender, full of longing, with unspoken emotions swirling between them. He leaned down slowly, giving her a chance to pull away. But Kyouko stayed still. Her lips parted slightly, and she held her breath in anticipation. Then his lips touched hers. It was a kiss that wasn't rushed or playful. It was sensual. Deep. Lingering. Haruki's hand moved up her back, pulling her closer, while Kyouko's fingers slid up to his neck. The kiss revealed the desire they had both been holding back—a slow burn finally finding its release. In the back of her mind, Kyouko realized they were alone. She knew there was no one around to interrupt them now. Haruki didn't break the kiss. Instead, he tightened his arms around her waist. Without saying a word, he gently lifted her off the ground. Kyouko gasped softly against his lips, instinctively clutching his shoulder with one hand and resting the other behind his neck. Her legs hung for a moment before she instinctively curled them around him, trusting him completely. He carried her slowly, carefully, as if afraid to ruin the moment. The world around them faded away, and all that remained was the sound of their breathing, the warmth of their lips, and the growing tension between them. Haruki leaned forward and gently lowered her onto the couch, as if he were placing something fragile. But his lips never left hers. Kyouko felt the soft cushions against her back as he positioned himself over her, one knee resting between her legs while his other foot stayed on the floor. His hand caressed the side of her face, his thumb brushing gently against her cheekbone. Their lips met again—this time slower and deeper. Each movement was deliberate, each touch filled with the desire they had both been holding back for far too long. Kyouko's hand slid up into his hair, and her chest rose and fell beneath his as the kiss continued, her heart pounding in her ears. She knew exactly where this was heading. And she didn't try to stop it. Haruki's lips moved down Kyouko's neck, his breath warm against her skin. His teeth grazed lightly, and she arched into him, a soft gasp escaping her lips. His mouth found hers again, kissing down her collarbone and gently pushing the soft fabric of her shirt aside with each movement. "Haruki..." Kyouko whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. He paused, resting his forehead gently against hers, their breaths mingling in the space between them. "Kyouko... if you don't want this... we can stop," he said softly, his tone full of restraint, even though she could feel his heartbeat pounding just like hers. She didn't answer right away. Her mind was a whirlwind—conflicted, torn between desire and guilt, fear and longing. One part of her screamed to stop—to pull away and remind herself who she was and who he was. But another part, buried deeper, ached with hunger; a hunger that had been ignored for years. "I don't know..." she murmured honestly, her hand sliding along his arm and trembling slightly. Haruki looked at her—searching, waiting. Instead of answering, Kyouko leaned up just enough to brush her lips against his—slow, uncertain, but deliberate. That one kiss communicated everything her words couldn't. The conflict. The longing. The quiet surrender. Haruki responded to her kiss, deepening it with slow, passionate intent. His hands roamed gently along her sides. He kissed her jawline, then down her neck, each touch sending shivers through her body. Kyouko arched slightly beneath him, her breathing uneven—her body reacting before her mind could catch up. Haruki's lips traveled lower, his hand brushing the hem of her blouse and pausing—waiting for a sign. Her fingers gripped his shirt, not to stop him, but to keep him close. That was all the permission he needed. He slowly removed her blouse and bra. Kyouko's breasts were round and full, with small, pink nipples, and her skin was smooth and youthful. Haruki groaned softly at the sight of her exposed skin, her body glowing in the soft light. He leaned down and kissed her neck, then moved to the gentle curve of her breast, savoring every moment. Kyouko closed her eyes, her back arching slightly as his touch ignited sensations she hadn't felt in years. His mouth found her nipple, and she gasped, fingers threading through his hair as pleasure coursed through her like electricity. Kyouko slowly reached for Haruki's shirt, unbuttoning it and taking it off. She then pulled down the zipper of his pants. Still kissing her, Haruki removed his pants and underwear, and his big, thick penis sprang free. Kyouko's breath caught the moment she glanced downward. For a second, her thoughts scattered—her heart raced faster than ever. She hadn't expected him to be... that big. Her husband was smaller compared to Haruki—three times in size. But her gaze lingered. Her pulse quickened, and a shiver ran down her spine—not out of fear, but from raw, electrifying anticipation. It had been so long. Too long. Now, just the sight of him made her legs instinctively squeeze together. She swallowed hard, her eyes drifting back to him. Kyouko hesitated, wondering if she could handle it. Haruki then unzipped her skirt and removed it along with her panties. He was stunned to see Kyouko's pussy—smooth, hairless, and incredibly tight. He could see that she was already slightly wet. Haruki leaned in and kissed Kyouko passionately while positioning his penis against her pussy. Kyouko's back pressed against the couch, her breath already ragged from the heat of their kiss. Haruki's touch was gentle, his gaze locked on hers as if he were memorizing every small expression. But as he moved closer, her body instinctively tensed. The moment she felt his penis begin to press into her, her whole body jolted. A sharp sting—deep and stretching—far more than she had expected. "Ah...!" Her voice cracked with surprise. The sensation was overwhelming. It wasn't just the pressure; it felt like her body was being pulled apart, stretched beyond what seemed possible. Kyouko couldn't stop a small whimper from escaping her lips, her fingers digging into Haruki's back as she instinctively tried to push him away. It felt like her pussy was being torn apart by Haruki's cock. "Wait—" she gasped, panic rising in her voice. ( End of Chapter )

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