The Master Of The House

Daichi had put such thoughts from his mind whenever they arose in him; that the house had become a burden; that it was far too big for him, even if its location on the outskirts of Kyoto left him and his family, or visitors, in an enviable location. They could soon be in the surrounding countryside and away from the traffic fumes, the noise, and the crowds; the mayhem of the city that passed for life these days.

Apart from its size, the house was now overlooked by a garishly designed apartment building that cast a shadow over the garden at certain times of the day. It lessened the pleasure to be found from the early morning sunlight and its bulk made him feel closed in, It also aroused a sense of being oppressed by the sheer pressure of humanity that the quiet of the property's carefully appointed, and sound-roofed, interior sought to dispel, the heavy scent of candles often to be sensed on the air.

Daichi had considered the idea that he move out and into a smaller place, but he had resisted all suggestions that he do so, even those of concerned friends who said that a care home was the place for him to be. There, he could cut loose from the draining effects of living by himself.

But the solution to his troubles was only too simple.

He would concede to the pressure, to the drip-drip of his son, Jomei's request that he move in, along with his pretty young wife, so that in time they could bring up their own family there. He would be taken care of in only too familiar surroundings that continued to stir his memories of his younger days.

But, in that lay a problem, for his son's pretty young wife, Aiki, had failed to conceive and, so, he had not felt the urgency to concede to any request that he move out or that they should move in with him.

But the day finally dawned when he had done so and had chosen to admit that company, the sounds of other voices and laughter, would bring the house back to vibrant life. A start in that process, or changed ways of living, had to be made.

He had always taken care of himself since his wife died some ten years ago, and long before they could have enjoyed his retirement together. He wasn't lost for the company of others. Being a member of a local tennis club, with its hot baths and games rooms, brought him associations with men and women alike. With that social life came the occasional uncomplicated trysts with favored 'younger' women, they meeting his needs. There were nights when he'd woken and known that the only cure was to sleep with a few favored women, no more than three, and in an only too accommodating rota as far as he was concerned.

Seducing the women took time, but once they had conceded to the idea that conventional behavior was to be consigned to the past and a different future beckoned, they agreed. He'd become uncommonly pleased that they, like him, believed that some rules could now be broken.

Daichi was the perfect and discreet lover of them all, yet he made studious efforts not to be seen in their company when another might be met. He was a distraction for them, and they met his raging physical needs, even loved his passionate and selfish ways of it when in their beds, or on the mats of their small apartment's day room.

He was still in good shape for a man of sixty-five, his full head of closely cropped greying hair lending his slender body's appearance that of a man not eager to concede, too easily, to the ravages of the passing years. He shaved and bathed every day; he ate sparingly, and he exercised regularly. So, it was pleasing to often hear that he defied the ravages of aging.

No, a care home was not to be the answer but Aiki, with her caring ways and soft tread of her dainty feet, would be an ever-present guardian; a dutiful carer and respectful companion, when she was not at work in the very care home that Jomei had tried to persuade him to go to.

The pretty young woman was strong in her opinions, not deferential to him. That did not mean any lack of respect. Aiki had chosen for them to live as equals as far as Japanese customs and society allowed to prevail between elders and the younger members of a family.

'What's the point of me hiding away in some care home?' he would argue with both of them, but with his son in particular, and whenever the subject of him selling up had been raised. He had finally put those moments of discord between them 'to bed'.

His other children, a son, and daughter lived far away and rarely visited. So, he loved to have their youthful company and felt that it would only serve to keep him young too. He could also look at the winsome figure and soft smiles of Aiki; take to wondering how such a lovely young creature could not bring to Jomei what she so clearly sought; a son or daughter.

It perplexed him. It also engaged his attention on Aiki more and more, wrong as it was to do that; destructive even, that he should discover moments, when alone with her in the house, that he lusted after her and would take to wondering what filled the discreet blouses that she wore; a fastening at her throat and their hems sometimes riding up over her slacks to reveal a slender hipped body and the gentle swell of her tummy. He did not miss how her firm breasts pushed at the fabric of Aiki's blouses, nor the hint of nipples to be found there.

The sight of the young woman plagued him and relief for his longing was not always to be quickly found.

Days would pass when he had to be away and out of the house, there to seek the attention of one of his lady friends and to claim them; to hear their strident calls for more from him as he found them. His unsatisfied longing for someone else reached him in drugging waves, the snuffing out of the flare of yearning for someone so much younger; someone whom others would regard as a delicious but forbidden fruit.

Aiki was a delight that should never be tasted, least of all by him, a father-in-law; a man of some means and with an unblemished reputation to maintain, somehow. To be in her company and know that she was living under his roof would have to be enough

'You don't have to help me with this work,' he told her, as Aiki sought him in a favorite corner of the garden that he cherished. 'I don't help with the cooking or much of the housework. I know that I should.'

'No, you don't have to do any of that,' Aiki laughed softly, brushing away stray strands of black silken hair from her face, a soft smile on her lightly glossed pink lips. She loved these easy-going ways between them and the attention that he paid to her. It confounded tradition that so many of her friends were known to follow. 'We each have our parts to play in our lives together here,'

'You won't even let me do my laundry. We do not have any secrets now...'

'Should we have those, secrets?' she asked, not looking at him.

Aiki clutched a broom and swept the path purposefully, making sure the debris did not go back into the beds that he had so carefully tended, their graveled surfaces raked over and smoothed and the lines from the rake's tines, which he used, marked out clearly upon them. Neatly clipped, stunted trees dotted the surface and a small shrine stood in a shaded corner. Listen carefully, and the soft tinkling of tubes was to be heard on the breeze.

'No, I guess not,' he told her. Daichi moved to stand by Aiki's side. 'I hope...I hope that you do not feel obliged to me and to make me a grandfather. Such concern makes it no easier for you,' he said gently. 'You must let time and nature take their course. Try not to be anxious...'

'No, I do not feel that feel any pressure, but something is missing. I...I,' she began hesitantly, 'I have friends, as Jomei does, who would do anything to bear a child, anything.' It was the first time she had confided in him on a matter of some delicacy. It was something that Jomei should never get to hear of or be told.

'But you're not like that?' he prompted, delighting in her as she moved and began to sweep the path once more, Aiki's hair swaying and brushing her cheeks as she looked down.

He averted his gaze from her.

It would not do to have her know how he felt on looking at the gentle tumble of her breasts under her blouse as she leaned forward; how he delighted in the silken smoothness of her pale skin and how the sleeves of her blouse were pulled up to reveal the delicate bones of her wrists and arms. She possessed an almost elfin fragility in her young, and yet, womanly body.

Aiki stopped and again looked his way.

She took in the soft, wondering glances of his dark, stilled eyes upon her and hesitated in what she wanted to say in answer to his earlier question. It would be wrong to give voice to all that prevailed in her thoughts whenever she was alone with him, a man with his undoubted physical needs that he sought to satisfy with others. They were needs aroused when...when she was in the house alone with him and the months passed and her body told her the same, destructive, story. Aiki stepped closer, so close that her breaths could be felt on Daichi's face when she spoke.

'Tell me, lovely Aiki, you look so troubled.' He spoke to console her, but he kept from touching her as he so wanted to do.

'It is difficult to speak of it to you, or to ask it,' she murmured softly and on a stilled look of her eyes upon him, upon the man and a relation by marriage only; a man dressed in denim slacks and shirt; a man with an obvious vigor in his body and a man with a mute, but known interest, in her.

'Ask that, like me, you want us to lie together?'

Her eyes widened in amazement at his direct ways of speaking out, and the studiously polite language Daichi had used.

'Yes, wrong as it is to do that, it is that way for me too,' she smiled at him and on reaching out to touch Daiki's face, wonderingly, as she gave him a tender look. 'If you had asked me, some months ago when I first came to live here, I may not have agreed. Then, I thought it to be so wrong. But now I have my dreams, my hopes, and deepest wishes. Also, I have my needs. If...if I agreed, you would not have to look for that at the club you go to and the women you meet there. People talk and I have heard them. I do not want that, nor can I listen about things being said and about someone I have come to care for.'

'Perhaps that is so, that I meet others, but not all the time. You have your own life to live without being concerned about mine.'

'But I am, and you will think me selfish...'

'No, never that. You brighten my days, every one of them..'

She met again a gentle touch to her face. She offered no resistance to the slow caress of his fingers to the front of her blouse and did not keep from raising her face and soon meeting his soft, exploratory kisses to her mouth. Aiki clutched his hand and pressed it to her belly as she sought a deeper kiss of submission to his wishes.

'I might make it happen for you,' he murmured and embracing Aiki to him. 'Is that what you think and want from me?'

She felt Daichi's hand against her belly and clamped her own to the evident swell in the front of his trousers. 'I make a fantasy come true for you, and I take a man who may help my dream become reality. Is that it?'

He could only admire her.

Daichi nodded and was surprised by her direct ways of it with him now; of speaking out the truth on what played out in each of their lives together, with her under the same roof as him and her longings going unrequited.

Aiki went on.

'I would always be near you if it happened in that way. You have been discreet, and you have not bothered me with your feelings or needs. And yet I have known of them. I have seen it in your eyes when we are alone. I have respect for you and your restraint.'

'Forgive me...'

'I...I don't need to forgive you. I look at what you show me as a sign that you can bring something to me and my body that I need. It can be nothing more than an arrangement between us,' she ventured before moving away. But Aiki looked over her shoulder at him. 'Come...come to me, now. Lie with me, please, Daichi?'

He stopped her once they were in the house, and they could share in deepening kisses of avowal of what would soon pass between them; their deep open-mouthed kisses, the slip and suck on tongues and lips unhindered now by any convention that they had sought to live by and that frustrated them in equal measure.

'There have been times that I had to get out of the house,' he murmured against her lips, feeling Aiki press against him. His fingertips now brushed the sides of her breasts in slow caresses, each touch bringing soft sighs of her breaths to his lips, the tightening of her embrace upon him as she accepted what was to be shared with him.

'You can be with me, now. You can lie with me whenever you need me. I...we...we will all arrange life here as it might have to be from now on.'

There had been nights when she had lain awake, beside Jomei, and had thought of the possibilities of 'lying with him' as Daichi had so delicately asked of her. She had been constrained in letting go when Jomei claimed her in his mechanical ways that were not with the passion that burned in her heart. She had thought that whatever sounds they made would reach another man in the house. To have learned of his visits to other women had served only to confirm that he was still to be thought of as a lusty and vigorous man; that, despite their relationship, she would learn, and teach, a thing or two when they were naked and in each other's arms.

She felt his restraining hands upon her and clasped them as they tore at her blouse and heard the gasp of delight as his hands cupped her small, perfectly formed breasts; how their soft droop delighted him and how his nipping pinches to their tips sent shivers of longing coursing through her body. Just his first touches had aroused an ache in her belly and a quickening of her heartbeats.

Naked, they fell into each other's arms before any more words could be spoken; words of encouragement, or in response to the raging claims that they again made upon each other.

For a few moments, Aiki just stood there, shaking her head and smiling; posing for him in her nakedness and revealing all of her young body; her unshaven black-haired bush; her sleek thighs and softly rounded belly, her pale unblemished skin.

She was small compared to his bulk and trembled at what she knew he would bring to her and that she now craved to know of and to have him in her, to be made love to.

Aiki moved towards him, still smiling and with keen anticipation in her eyes. When she was close enough he slipped his arms around her waist, pulled her close and their lips met. Daichi had not performed or shared in the deep open-mouthed kisses with the women he tamped, they considering it too much fakery when all that they sought was a frenetic and short-lived union of their bodies. Deep kisses, as they now shared, were a symptom of so much more that their touches now aroused.

'That...that feels so good!' she gasped on tearing her lips from his mouth and after she had felt his tongue probe rhythmically and so very deep inside her throat, the exchanges of sucking kisses to tongues and lips inflaming her senses as his hands caressed and let her know what he would bring.

As they continued to kiss, he fondled her breasts, and she slid her hand down to feel his thick, hard cock. She knew enough, with Jomei, to understand that brazen acts upon a man excited him still further.

'Oh, you darling man...that feels so good! You feel so good and strong that I have to touch and kiss you there,' she whispered hoarsely, looking down and grasping him; soon offering sliding caresses to his trembling length and tip.

'Taste me...go on, taste me,' he coaxed, pushing Aiki down onto her knees before him.

She slipped her hands down over Daichi's body as she went down on him, pausing for only a tantalizing moment to look up at him before taking to it. Agile fingers soon clamped around the base of his penis before she worked on him with her mouth, slipping her tongue and hands over it and cupping his tightening sac.

'Not for long!' he gasped, dismay and delight at her brazen behavior bringing him on; the rage of pleasure that she so expertly bestowed upon him.

Aiki knew, only too well, how to suck a dick for maximum effect. He quelled the urge to expel all that he had into her mouth. Instead, he tugged on her hair to draw her face and mouth from him before he leaned forward to offer a long kiss as he sought to raise her to him. He wanted to carry her to his bed and take delight in her body and feel Aiki's hands in his hair as her parted legs were draped over his shoulders. He wanted to feel the warmth of her pale-skinned thighs as he prepared to taste her.

'I lie down for you, ' she smiled, lying on the thin mattress in his sparsely furnished bedroom and holding out her arms to him.

At first, he just ran his tongue over her bush a few times, and then, parting the lips with his fingers, he began to lick up and down her delicate sensitive folds of skin. He progressed slowly, wonderingly and he delighted in her.

'I am glad that you can lie with me,' she kissed, giving voice to his pleasure that she had consented to be with him.

'Go on, darling man...I ache for you to find me!'

He increased the tempo of his sucking and licking claims until he was tracing a path over her pussy's lips, up and down. He offered fluttering kisses and touches, sucking and licking upon her skin like a Hummingbird's weightless wings. Aiki groaned, moaned, and whimpered.

'Oh...Daichi...Daichi! That is so good! That is so good.'

He had resumed his touches and caresses with his fingers; had then teased and poked, moved to change in his ways, sucking and licking her clit from bottom to top, over and over again. When he managed to free one of his hands he put his finger in the bottom of her slit and pulled it gently as if to stretch it. Aiki called out his name in a scream, unable to control her reaction to these unknown claims upon her body and the abject pleasure that he had aroused so quickly and certainly.

'Oh, my lover! Oh, my lover!' she cried out. 'I'm breaking...I'm coming, Daichi! I'm coming...bring it to me!' she yelled, bucking her hips to meet every seducing touch; her movements making the mattress sag and slip on the mats it was placed on.

He lingered over her. 'We will be as one...never the same again.

She averted her face from his kisses, even as she felt the tip of his penis at her entry, parted her wet heat, and slowly moved to enter her body.

'Yes...yes! Stick it in me, Daichi!' she pleaded, still trembling, her fevered clasps on his shoulders drawing him up and to her.

'Now...you wonder?'

She met his smile and knew how her words of encouragement confounded him. All modesty had been forsaken and no deference shown to him. She sought to share in the act; she had no intention of being used simply for his pleasure.

'Mine...you're mine now,' he kissed, opening her to his presence and slowly thrusting into her body, the tingle of her rough hair against his belly arousing him to move slowly, purposefully, sinuously as she fully opened the way to him.

'Yes...bring it all to me...push...push...I don't care! Push! I want to feel you so deep inside me!'

Daichi just pressed his hands to her thighs and positioned himself between them before he plunged in again...rammed and withdrew...pushed in and moved without concern for her and the frenzied plumbing of her young body. He ignored the screams of pleasure and wanton abandon on the air as he claimed her.

'You...you are a beautiful woman! I'm lost now...lost in you!' He crashed against her; ignored Aiki's calls as his movements became energetic and purposeful, the rhythmic squelching sounds of their loving soon filling the room.