Company Trips in Japan

Epilogue I

Higashi's husband had gone out drinking with his friends at a concert followed by karaoke. He was driving, he was drunk, he also killed one of his friends. Don't drink and drive. It's stupid. Those families were torn apart.

Mika came as promised to Nagoya and returned full of sperm and one of Higashi's tablets. I found what's called a couple-kissa and we spent hours on Friday and Saturday night having sex in front of other couples, and with other couples. Mika's hairless pussy was a tremendous success, attracting plenty of people between her legs.

Mika's boyfriend didn't break up with her. He was astounded by her bruised breasts and her shaved pussy and the stories of all the sex she had. He made her tell him everything as he fucked her. She said it turned him on no end, and she had to give a similar report when she came back from our trip to Nagoya. She expected she would be fucking his friends next. She wasn't sure it was what she wanted, but would see how it went.

I didn't speak with Higashi for a long time. She took two months off work until she finally came back. All our communication was by email, and about work, nothing else. 5 months after the trip news filtered in that Higashi was pregnant, that her husband had gotten her pregnant before the crash. For the next four months I was terrified it was mine but after the birth no one said anything at all, so to my great relief I was off the hook. Interesting that all the time we fucked she was already pregnant. I've never fucked a pregnant woman before, it was weird to think about.

The next company trip was in June, 16 months after the last one. This time we went to the beach at the north of Kyoto. It was spring and it was gorgeous. Higashi wasn't there, her baby was still young. Mika and I shared a room openly together for the week. She was on the pill and properly waxed for the trip, and had a video camera to show her boyfriend later the sex she had. The world is weird, no doubt.

Some of the other boys got pieces of her of course, especially at our beach barbecue dinner. I had to admit I couldn't blame them. Her bare pussy had become quite the target, everyone at least wanted to see it. She had filled out a little, too, and wore the hottest bikinis you would see on a girl, even the president smiled and flirted as she passed. But nights were with me and we gave her boyfriend hours of video to masturbate by.

The first time Higashi and I actually spoke about our personal life was on the day an email went around saying she was leaving the company, late in the year after our affair, almost two years after her husband's death. I was shocked to see she was going and wrote back to say so. Surprisingly I got a call. Higashi asked if I could talk outside the office. I went downstairs and called her back.

"I need to show you something," she said. My phone beeped, a text. It was a photo. A light-brown haired little boy, clearly half-half Asian/Caucasian.

"What is this?" I said frowning.

"That's Tommy."

"Who's Tommy?"

"He's ours."

I gasped and dropped the phone, reeling. It was some time before I picked it up and kept talking. Higashi explained she found out she was pregnant after the trip but kept the baby in case it was her husband's. Everyone was saying it was a miracle, especially her husband's family, his parents were so excited and she herself so worried. After the birth she kept the baby and photos from the office, but of course the families were devastated, even her own. It took months before her own mother would come near the boy. Her husband's family disavowed her altogether. She had to hire a nanny to be able to come back to work.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I wasn't sure I wanted you to know."

"Why?"

"I was worried you'd feel obligated."

"Well...I would."

"I know. I wasn't sure that I wanted you to feel obligated. I wasn't sure I wanted you around. It's a tough thing, what I did, what we did. I was in bed with you when he died, I will feel guilty forever. Us getting together after makes it feel even worse."

"Yeah. That's...fair enough."

"But it's been a long time. Tommy's 14 months old. He needs a father..."

My whole body shivered. What did that mean? My money? My time?

"...and, well, I always liked you. If I wasn't engaged when we met, if I wasn't married...I would have liked to be with you."

"Why...all this now?"

"Time to think. Time to do it calmly."

"Why did you resign?"

"I spoke with the President. I can't transfer to Osaka, and you can't transfer to Tokyo, not if..."

"If what?"

"Not if we're together."

I was almost 37 years old yet I felt like a schoolboy who had been asked to the dance by the school's best looking girl. My whole body covered in goose-bumps. All the regrets of not being married, never having family...that could be swept away in one moment. I was never more scared, nor excited.

"Higashi. Please. Don't tease me. It would kill me if you were teasing me."

"Brett-san. Will you be with me? With us?"

I fell to my knees on the street and sobbed. It must have been some sight, a blubbering foreigner in a suit kneeling on the sidewalk.

It took more than a minute before I could say, "Yes."

Epilogue II

I moved to Tokyo to keep Tommy near his grandparents and cousins. Higashi and I married quietly and lived as man and woman, mum and dad. Things weren't always smooth, she refused to stop going to Sendai, she said I knew about it before we were together and if it was okay then it was okay now. It was tough knowing that once a month some other faceless guy had his cock in my woman's cunt, his tongue in her mouth. He was delighted, she said, that she started waxing herself clean again. Usually it was just one night but sometimes the whole weekend. I never found out where they stayed or what they did but she wouldn't pack or take anything with her, no clothes, no underwear, so I guessed they were naked the whole time.

But...what can I say? Higashi was living with me, her and Tommy. It was more than I deserved.

"Oh," she said, "And by the way, I think it's time you started calling me Yukiko..."