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From the first moment I saw Yuna at her parents’ housewarming party, I fantasised about the two of us being together. She was twenty years old at the time, the daughter of Mr and Mrs Nakamura who had just moved in next door in our very exclusive neighbourhood. Yuna was pretty, friendly and fascinating.

And totally off-limits.

Rosie and I had been married for five years and together for seven. We had talked about starting a family, but she had persuaded me to wait. We had been together through difficult times, and we had seen each other flourish. Yuna was six years my junior. She was engaged to the son of a politician. She was the daughter of a potential client. She was the forbidden fruit you read about in lurid tales of men throwing away everything they’ve worked for.

It only made her more tempting.

Despite my best efforts, every time I let my guard down, I found my eyes drifting her way. By rights I should have been listening to her father droning on about shareholdings and business meetings, and how the small company he’d set up in his garage some thirty years earlier had turned into a multi-billion dollar corporation—all thanks to his own personal drive and ambition. As a business owner myself, that should have interested me. I should have been using the opportunity to network and attempt to pick up a lucrative new client for my own IT business.

But none of that seemed important. Yuna occupied my every thought.

She was nothing like my wife. Where Rosie was blonde, willowy and tall, Yuna was dark, petite and soft. Rosie’s breasts were prominent and round, Yuna’s barely made a dent in the yellow cotton shirt that draped over her torso. Rosie’s makeup routine was designed to look flawless, to make you wonder if she was wearing any at all. Yuna’s mascara made her eyelashes appear unreal like they existed inside some Japanese cartoon. Her dark eyeliner drew attention to those piercing, black pools.

Until then, I thought Rosie was everything I’d ever dreamed of in a woman. Now Yuna was all I desired.

I watched her standing with her fiancé, mingling with the younger guests, and wondered what she saw in him. She seemed like a sparkling gemstone against his dull, grey rockface. I dreamed of plucking her away from him, of pushing her down among soft pillows and tearing every shred of clothing from her body. I dreamed of caressing her flesh, pinching it between my fingertips until she cried out, running my tongue around small, hard nipples and along soft folds. I needed hot passionate outdoor sex with her, any romantic sex with her. I was already becoming an addict and I’d only just seen her.

It got so bad that I had to excuse myself from the group, hoping my erection wasn’t too obvious as I retreated from the room.

“Up the stairs, first door on the left,” Mr Nakamura said after me.

I nodded and thanked him as I fled.

What made me turn right at the top of the stairs, instead of left, is a mystery. I didn’t need the bathroom, that’s for sure, but nor should I have been snooping around my new neighbour’s property. Nevertheless, I followed the corridor to the end and opened the last door I came to, finding myself in what must have been a study. An ornate desk stood in the corner, and there were two leather armchairs placed to either side of a round card table. A large mirror occupied the whole of one wall, and above it, two katanas were displayed on a chrome frame, the blades sheathed. I wandered over to them and ran a finger along the wooden case of the lower sword, tracing the carved letters.

“It says, True Friendship.”

I jumped at the sound of a voice and turned to find Yuna standing in the doorway, watching me. She leaned against the doorframe, emphasising the curve of her hips beneath her long, soft skirt, and reached her hand up as far as it would go. A smile creased her lips, and my mouth started to water at the thought of kissing her.

“They are not heirlooms,” she said, her pronounced Japanese accent only making her more fascinating. “My father’s accountant, of all people, bought them for him.” She rolled her eyes and laughed.

I tried to be diplomatic. “He’s worked hard for everything he’s got.”

“Oh yes, my father has worked hard. He never lets anyone forget how he built his business from nothing. Do you want to know the truth? My mother’s father made a fortune in the tobacco industry. Twenty-five years ago he gave my father a hundred million yen as start-up cash. It was no loan. There was no interest to pay or shareholders’ meetings.”

I did a quick calculation in my head. Somewhere in the region of a million dollars. I shrugged. “Still, he’s built himself a fortune from that.”

“No, he hasn’t.” Yuna laughed. “The business is worth billions, it is true, but only because my grandfather hires people who know what they are doing to keep my father from running it into the ground. He bought this house for us because he would not want to see me or my mother out on the streets.”

I fell silent, not quite able to bring myself to bad mouth my host.

“Do you like swords, Mr…?”

“Thomas. Richard Thomas. My friends call me Ricky.”

“I would like to be your friend.”

An involuntary shiver ran up my spine. The way she looked at me, those large eyes running over my body. Almost predatory. My cock twitched at the touch of her gaze, which only made her eyes flick down to the growing bulge.

“I’d like that,” I whispered, then added, “For us to be friends.”

She glanced up at the swords.

“After he got those, do you know what my father took to calling me? Katana. He’d say My little Katana, one day you will be married to a prince and you will look after your father, won’t you?” She laughed, but there was no humour in it. “At the time, I thought it was sweet. I thought Katana was such an exciting pet name. I didn’t realise he loved those swords more than he loved me. I thought he meant that I would find someone wonderful, not that he planned to marry me off for his own personal gain.”

“You don’t love your fiancé.” I nodded. It made sense.

“Nobody could love Colin. Nor could they hate him. Or find him amusing or infuriating. We will never have arguments and we will never have passion.” She pushed away from the door frame and wandered forward. I watched her body move beneath her clothes, wondering what she was wearing underneath. “I want passion, Ricky. I cannot even imagine having sex with Colin. I am sure the experience will be like filing a tax return.”

I expected her to pause when she got near to me, but she didn’t. She came closer until our bodies were nearly pressed together. I could smell a scent of citrus around her, intoxicating like a slice of lime in a Martini.

“Touch me. I know you want to. You have wanted to since you walked through our door.”

“I…” A soft growl rumbled from my chest, and I reached a hand around Yuna’s waist, drawing her in, my objection was forgotten. I slid my fingers down, over her buttocks, and squeezed her flesh. She responded with a soft yelp and tilted her head back.

As our lips met, I felt her fingers trailing over my erection. The kiss deepened and I grabbed handfuls of her skirt, lifting it up over her waist as she worked my zipper. My hands found soft lace panties, and I desperately tugged them down before pushing my hand between her legs, listening to her low moan as my fingers caressed her dewy lips.

She freed my cock and wrapped her hand around its girth, fingers dancing along the underside and making me leak precum. I grunted, turned us both, and slammed her hard against the wall, the mirror and swords shuddering in unison.

“Ricky, what the hell…?”

The sound of Rosie’s voice from behind should have made me jump. It should have made me ashamed of what we were doing. I should have come to my senses and let go of Yuna to chase after my wife.

I didn’t.

I thrust my cock in her grip, moaning as we kissed, my fingers circling her clit making her squirm against the wall.

A moment later, Yuna’s father was there in the room, tugging her off me and throwing her back. Her fiancé stared at me with an unreadable expression, trying to avoid looking down at my cock as I hastily, uncomfortably put it away. But I didn’t feel ashamed. I felt alive. Even as I fled the house, I knew that my marriage was over.

***

I think Rosie would have liked to be angry with me. I think it would have made it easier for her. Perhaps it even would have made it easier for me, to hear words of hate and fury, to be told how I’d broken her. But that wasn’t how things went. In the end, she sighed and told me she appreciated my honesty when I said I couldn’t see a way forward, that I couldn’t get Yuna out of my head. I slept that night in the spare room and Rosie was gone when I got up the next day.

The divorce was amicable and simple. Rosie found someone else and I even attended her wedding three years after we split up. I kept the house; Rosie said she couldn’t bear the thought of bumping into the Nakamuras in the street. Honestly, neither could I, but even worse would be to never have the chance of running into Yuna again.

I tried dating a couple of times. It didn’t work out. Each time I ended up going home alone, jerking off to thoughts of her, imagining the things we’d do together, imagining how she looked now. I hadn’t seen her once since that night.

Then, ten years after we first met, the doorbell rang as I ate breakfast by the pool, looking out over the bay. Expecting a delivery, or a salesperson, I didn’t even bother to put down my croissant as I padded through the house to answer it, and there she was.

“Yuna.” My mouth hung open as I looked her up and down. A black dress hugged her body. She hadn’t changed, had barely aged a day.

“I’ve left Colin. My parents won’t let me in the house. Can I come in?”

I nodded and stepped back, then closed the door behind her and followed her through to the living room. There were no tears in her eyes and her voice was matter-of-fact as if she was telling me the weather forecast. A little of her accent had disappeared in the decade we’d been apart, but her voice still had the same cadence, the same allure.

“My grandfather has a spare room in his house in Japan. He will buy me a plane ticket and I will go. I’m sorry to drop in like this.”

I shook my head, then held up my croissant. “Have you eaten—can I get you anything?”

“Thank you, I’m fine.”

The silence hung between us for a moment, and all we did was look at each other. I wondered if the same thoughts were going on inside her head, memories of what had happened that night, of how it felt to be so carefree, so passionate, so foolish.

“You and your wife are…”

I shook my head. “I’m single now. Is there any chance for you and Colin?”

Yuna laughed. “No. There never was any chance for us. It’s a mystery it took me this long to leave him.”

The zip running up the front of Yuna’s dress glinted silver in the sunlight. It had been left open at the top, almost like an invitation, as it had already been partially unfastened so why not finish the job? She didn’t sit. My eyes wandered over her shoulders, her waist, her hips. I felt unable to exercise any control with her there, in my house, my one and only fantasy.

“I’ll make coffee,” I said because I needed to say something. “Why don’t you have a seat?”

Yuna shook her head. “I don’t want coffee.” She stepped forward and I was frozen to the spot. She reached out and caressed my shoulder, then she looked up at me. “For old time’s sake? Before I never see you again?”

I couldn’t hold back any longer. The croissant fell to the floor, spilling flakes of pastry over the carpet as I cupped a hand around her neck, then pulled her into me and leaned down, placing my lips against hers.

She softened at my touch, falling into my arms, panting breaths as she kissed me back, her lips parting at the touch of my tongue, her own twining around mine.

Fumbling with the zipper on her dress felt like being a teenager again. It clicked and rasped as I awkwardly tugged it down, unable to wait before slipping my free hand inside, finding her bare breast and feeling the peak of her hard nipple against my palm. She moaned and yelped, and I pulled away from the kiss to put my mouth to her chest, kissing the flesh between her breasts as I pulled the zipper down, over her belly, over her pelvis. I moved my mouth to the dark circle of her areola and licked and nibbled at her tit as the dress finally came completely undone. She let it fall to the floor, then placed her hands on top of my head, running her fingers through my hair.

“I want to make love outside,” she said. “Ricky, I want to remember what real passion is again. I want you to lay me down and screw me with the sun on my skin, feeling the caress of a warm ocean breeze.”

I glanced up and met her eyes. Those beautiful, dark eyes. Even now, her makeup was designed to be obvious, to make her almost inhumanly attractive.

“It’s been ten years since I experienced anything like that.”

“Me too,” I said.

Without waiting another moment, I grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her onto my shoulder as I stood up. She was still so small, so light, that it was like lifting a doll. She giggled and playfully pounded at my back as I carried her out of the house, down by the pool, and dropped her onto my daybed. Her naked skin, now only covered by lacy tie-side panties, looked inviting in the sunlight.

I flung myself down next to her on the soft mattress, then ran my fingers over her body, caressing her nipples, her stomach, sliding my hand down between her legs and pressing my palm to her already damp pussy.

Yuna reached out and stroked my leg, her fingers teasingly avoiding my already hard cock, then she grabbed my shoulder and pulled me in close, laughing as she took my lips with her own. She tasted so warm and tropical, soft like summer. I could smell her citrus scent and it took me right back to that first night. Pressing her down into the soft cushions, I covered her with my body as I tasted her, running my hand over her tits, feeling the hard peaks of her nipples against my palm.

She arched back and I moved my mouth to her throat, nibbling at the softness of her skin, lapping at her with my tongue. My hand moved down to cup her sex and I ground my hand against those enticing panties, letting the plum-coloured lace bunch and rub against her clit as I listened to the moans and giggles that fell from her lips.

“Sex should always be this much fun,” she said, laughing.

“Yes, it should be.” My touch drifted up and down her thigh, and she gasped and murmured as I pressed my fingers hard against her slit. “I want to taste you, Yuna.”

I didn’t wait for her response, moving down the bed to put my head between her legs. I lapped at her sex through her panties, tasting her musk and hearing her moan. My cock was hard inside my cotton shorts, and I wanted desperately to touch it, but my focus remained on her pleasure, on her enjoyment.

“Oh, God, nobody has ever done that for me,” she whispered. “Ohhhhh… Ricky, I want to be naked. I want to greet the morning with my body.”

I hooked my fingers into the waist of her panties and slid them down her legs. As I removed them over her feet, I kissed her painted toenails, making her shiver with need. Her pussy was shaved bare, the soft petals glistening, inviting.

Yuna laughed as I kissed her thigh, then moaned softly when I covered her pussy with my mouth, moving my lips against her secret lips, lapping at her dewy warmth with my tongue. As I gently licked at her sex, flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue, she stopped laughing. Instead she writhed, grabbing her breasts with both hands as she cried out, shuddering and panting as I brought her close to a climax.

“Oh, God, what’s happening? I am…Ricky…God, I am going to soak you.”

I urged her on with my tongue, with my mouth. Sucking at her slit and lapping at her hot little bud. I tasted her sweet nectar, but I wanted more. Her body shook and she grabbed at my hair, tugging painfully, but I didn’t let up. She jerked and her stomach quivered, and then she shrieked as she grabbed my head, burying my face in her pussy as her cream slid over my tongue.

She filled my mouth and I took it all, revelling in the taste of her after all those years. Fuck, how I’d wanted this moment, how I’d imagined doing these things to her. I could barely believe it was really happening. I swallowed her gift until she calmed and dropped back, releasing my head, and then I gazed down into her eyes.

“That was…like nothing I have ever felt before.”

I smiled. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“I’ve dreamed about your cock every night since we met. I want to suck it. I want to feel it in my throat.”

What could I say? I drew up into a kneeling position and hurriedly unbuttoned my shorts. Yuna sat forward and helped, pulling down the zipper and grabbing at my cock. It was thick and hard already, and she ran a finger over the head as I cupped her face and leaned in for a kiss. Yuna wrapped her hand around my shaft and tugged, and I thrust into her, gasping and straightening at the feel of her hand on me.

“I’ve wanted this,” she said, then leaned forward and took my cock between her lips.

The feel of her mouth on my shaft was mind-blowing after being celibate for so many years. She tongued at the underside of my cock and my head bobbed at the back of her throat as she moved back and forth, building my orgasm. I didn’t know how long I could hold back, it had been so long, but I was determined to enjoy the moment while I could. I brushed the hair back from her face and gazed down into those dark eyes, and regretted every day that we’d been apart. I should have tracked her down, I should have told her that I wanted her. She had been trapped in a loveless marriage and I’d done nothing.

I loved her.

“Yuna,” I gasped. “Yuna…fuck…I need to talk to you.”

She didn’t stop. Her tongue flicked and her mouth sucked and I moaned and grunted and felt my cock swell as she stroked at it. I writhed with her touch and closed my eyes as the building tension reached a crescendo, then felt my whole body shudder as I emptied my load into her throat. The sound of her moans of pleasure only drove more cum from me as I quivered and nearly fell, my body collapsing into that single moment of pleasure.

When I finally opened my eyes, I saw her looking at me, a smile on her lips as she licked up the spilt drops of my release from around her mouth.

“What did you need to talk about?” She grinned and ran her hand over my hypersensitive cock, nearly blocking out all thoughts from my brain.

“Fuck…”

“Yes, you have said that already.”

I laughed. “Stay with me, Yuna. Don’t go back to your grandfather. We can make this work.”

She leaned forward and took my lips in a kiss. She tasted of my own release, but I didn’t care. I kissed her back and pulled her close, and we fell together onto the bed, our bodies entwining as I started to get my second wind.

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