1. The Light...a story about love, life and death in WW2 Japan


    Date: 8/31/2016, Categories: Fiction, Asian, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Romance, Wife / MILF, Author: ahorsewithnoname, Source: sexstories.com

    Ashes flicked off the end of his cigarette, the embers glowing briefly then silenced in the sand as the wind picked up. Sato's eyes narrowed, the deep creases in his leathery skin flexing slightly as he sought out the glowing disk of light sinking quickly on the horizon. Sayonara, he thought. It no longer hurt his eyes when he looked at the sun setting over the Pacific. They too are failing, like the rest of me. 94 years is a long time, too long. As he kidded with the few friends he had at the facility, maybe God has lost our reservations? As the sun's corona blossomed upon the water, the large glow brought back memories once again like it did everyday at this time. ----------- "Kenshi, please hurry. We cannot be late getting to dinner," said Sato, nervously looking at his watch, worried that if him and his wife were late to her parent's house, it would be a sign of disrespect. "I'm just about ready," was the reply from behind the closed door. Sato sighed and again went over in his mind what might be the best route to take to the Matosuma family estate. Through the mountains would be quicker, but with the recent rain, it could be treacherous. Going around would be safer, but it would be cutting it close, and if there were any delays... The door to the bedroom opened and Kenshi Matosuma walked out. She was dressed in formal dining attire befitting a wife and a daughter of a powerful businessman. Sato simply saw her as a beautiful young woman. They had been married for almost ...
    half a year, and her beauty dazzled him every time he saw her. "We must go quickly now," he said, snapping himself out of his reverie. He led Kenshi out of their house and into the Chiyoda, their five-passenger sedan. Sato once again consulted his watch as he was rounding the car to the driver's door and made a decision. As he turned right out of the driveway, Kenshi spoke up. "But...the rain..." "We are pressed for time," replied Sato sharply. Kenshi went silent. A moment later, Sato spoke again. "We will be fine." His voice was softer this time. Kenshi nodded, but did not speak. She has gone into servant mode, thought Sato, preparing herself for dinner. Sato knew that Kenshi had to live a dual life, one where she was the dutiful young Japanese woman, subservient to her husband, meek and obedient to her parents, but behind closed doors, she was much more liberated. Sato not only knew about this and put up with it, but he encouraged it. He thought that part of the problem with Japan was not enough forward thinking, a little too much tradition. Sato knew that Kenshi's parents somewhat disapproved of him, that he was not in Kenshi's social class. That was one reason why the two of them were trying to create akachan, "the Light", a baby. They both hoped it would soothe over any lingering doubt about their union. The drive over was relatively safe and uneventful. There were a few close calls, but Sato was skilled enough at driving to compensate for the rough roads. They arrived at ...
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