Chapter 714: The Farmer’s Wife Needs Pleasure

"Shh... it’s okay, Yuki," I murmured, pulling her slowly against my chest. Her soft, warm body pressed into mine. I knew this mature woman was still innocent and sweet in many ways. She understood what things were wrong to even think about... but I also knew I wasn’t going to leave her alone.

"Alex, I love my husband," she said, emotion thick in her eyes as she looked up at me.

"I know, Yuki. I know you’re such a loving woman," I answered, moving my face closer until our warm breaths mixed in the small space between us.

"But your body clearly needs pleasure," I continued quietly. "See?"

I brushed my fingers over the stiff peaks of her nipples through the thin fabric and gave them a light pinch.

"Ahhh..."

Yuki moaned instantly from just that single touch. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive. She quickly hid her face against my wet chest, unable to meet my eyes. Shame poured off her in waves, and that shame only fed the dark hunger growing inside me with every passing second.

After a moment she slowly pulled back just enough to look down. Her eyes locked onto my cock. It stood thick and painfully hard between us, the heavy shaft throbbing in the open air.

"Did I cause this, Alex?" she asked in a small voice.

"Yes, Yuki. It really hurts," I said. I wrapped my hand around the thick length and gently tapped the swollen head against her soft belly, right over the damp vest, letting her feel the heat and weight of it.

Yuki stared at the sight, her lips slightly parted. "I... I don’t know what I should do to help you, Alex."

I tilted my head, watching her closely. "What do you mean, Yuki? Didn’t you help your husband many times before this?"

She shook her head slowly, still staring at my cock in quiet awe. "No, Alex... Pat’s never grew this hard. It looks so painful."

The way she said it made it clear, this level of hardness was something completely new to her.

"I’m sure he doesn’t get hard like this now," I said carefully. "But you must have seen it in the early years of your marriage, right?"

Yuki just looked up at me, her expression confused and almost disbelieving. She couldn’t accept what I was suggesting.

That silence told me everything.

It explained the sudden, awkward way Pat had stopped the car when I first asked about the rumors of the island’s low fertility rates.

The men on this island simply didn’t get hard.

The way Yuki kept staring at my thick, throbbing cock only made the impatience inside me grow sharper.

"Let me help you, Yuki. Your clothes are getting wet," I said quietly, my voice low and steady.

I placed both hands on the bottom hem of her damp white vest and slowly peeled the thin fabric upward. It clung to her soft, sweat-slicked skin for a second before giving way.

Her heavy, full breasts spilled free into the warm air of the bathroom, soft, thick, and beautifully natural. The dark nipples were already stiff from my earlier touches, standing out clearly against the lighter skin of her chest.

Yuki immediately crossed one arm over her breasts, trying to hide herself. She was still a devoted, sweet, and deeply innocent wife at heart. Even now, standing naked in front of a younger stranger, she didn’t want anyone seeing her body like this.

Her skin had a light, healthy tan from long days working in the fields, a soft golden tone that contrasted with her daughter June’s fairer complexion. The difference only made Yuki look more mature, more lived-in, and far more inviting.

"You’re so soft, Yuki," I murmured, letting my hand slide down from the side of her breast to the gentle curve of her mature belly.

My fingers traced the warm, yielding flesh slowly. Dark thoughts filled my head as I touched her. What if Pat one day woke up and discovered his loving wife was pregnant at this age... by another man? The filthy idea alone made my cock throb hard in the open air between us, the thick shaft twitching with need.

I moved my hands lower and hooked my fingers into the elastic waistband of her short cotton shorts.

"Alex..." Yuki whispered, looking straight into my eyes. There was clear nervousness in her voice, and a quiet, almost pleading note.

But I didn’t stop.

I slowly pulled the shorts down over her thick hips and soft, full thighs, letting the fabric slide all the way to the wet tiled floor.

In one steady motion, I made this mature mother stand completely naked in front of me, heavy breasts, soft belly, wide hips, and everything else fully exposed under the bathroom light.

I slowly pulled Yuki’s arm away from her chest, giving myself a full, unobstructed view.

Her mature, heavy breasts looked incredibly tempting, full, soft, and slightly tanned from the fields. I reached out with both hands and lifted them, feeling the warm, heavy weight of the soft flesh settle into my palms. Yuki and I kept staring into each other’s eyes the entire time.

She knew this helping a guest session had already gone far beyond anything innocent.

Then, suddenly, a soft knock came on the bathroom door.

"Mom, are you in there?"

It was June’s voice — Yuki’s daughter.

Yuki’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth to answer, but I quickly pressed a finger against her soft lips, silencing her. My other hand stayed firmly cupped around one of her heavy breasts.

"She isn’t here," I called out calmly, still holding Yuki’s soft tit in my palm.

There was a short pause on the other side of the door.

"Oh... where did she go?" June muttered to herself. Then she raised her voice slightly. "Did she tell you she was going back to the fields?"

"No," I answered, keeping my tone casual. "She didn’t tell me anything."

While I spoke, I leaned down and lifted both of Yuki’s heavy breasts in my hands. I slowly brought my mouth to one stiff nipple and kissed it, then closed my lips around the dark peak and sucked gently.

Yuki’s eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time, wide and conflicted, as I worshipped her soft tits with my tongue and lips, all while her own daughter stood just outside the bathroom door, only a few feet away.