Akira hung around the glitzy main street of Shibuya, phone in hand. It was 7 P.M. and he had about two and a half hours to kill before his evening could truly begin. Across the city, in a high rise apartment in Aoyama, his girlfriend Hifumi’s evening had already gotten underway. There was a good reason for their separation at the moment, but Akira couldn’t help but text his girlfriend anyway.
{Having fun?} -Akira
{Yes, actually. Hiroshi knows a lot about the history of the game. He's pretty funny, too. You should hear some of his stories.} -Hifumi
{Oh. So you haven’t?...} -Akira
{Haven’t what?} -Hifumi
{You know what I mean.} -Akira
{I don’t have the faintest idea. We're just having a nice, friendly chat. Of course, that might change by the time your movie is over...} -Hifumi
{Will you text me about it afterward?} -Akira
{We'll see. I might be too busy by then. Enjoy the movie!} -Hifumi
Akira read Hifumi's last text to him, trying to stay cool and collected. He wanted to ask what his girlfriend meant by being "too busy" later but knew that if Hifumi answered at all, it would only be to tease him further. Akira couldn't complain, though. He had put himself into this situation, and now there was nothing to do but let it play out.
Akira stepped up to the counter in front of the movie theater in Shibuya. He bought one ticket for an action movie about rival yakuza gangs. Perhaps the promised action would be enough to distract him from the distinct possibility that his beautiful girlfriend was having sex with another man while he was in the theater. But Akira doubted it.
The movie was a short 88 minutes, but it felt three times that long. Akira hurried out of the theater as soon as the credits began rolling. He had wanted to leave earlier, but the minimal distraction of the screen was better than nothing. Akira couldn't head over to the man's apartment early anyway. The whole idea had been to give Hifumi time to flirt with her shogi instructor without Akira there to distract them.
{How is it going there?} Akira
Akira waited for an answer to his text, but nothing came. The seconds passed with indecent slowness as he realized that Hifumi was indeed too busy to communicate with him. What was she doing? Akira's mind whirled with the possibilities, each one hotter than the last.
Akira did his best to calm himself, though. He still had nearly an hour to kill before he was supposed to meet Hifumi at the man's apartment. The man, Hiroshi Tachibana, lived in a ritzy apartment building in Aoyama. Akira only knew what Hifumi had told him about the guy. Hiroshi was in his late 30's, unmarried, and was a professional shogi player with a number of students. He was also considered something of a playboy. Apparently, he had a reputation for being unable to keep his hands off of his students. The female ones, at least.
Hifumi had told Akira that the way the man acted wasn’t quite as bad as his reputation. Hiroshi Tachibana had been Hifumi’s shogi instructor for the last month, and in that time, he had flirted with Hifumi regularly, but that was all. Nothing beyond a little harmless flirtation, according to his girlfriend. And Hifumi hadn’t reciprocated, at least until recently, after Akira had confessed to her about his fantasy.
Just as he did with his other girlfriends, Akira had the desire to see Hifumi have sex with another man. Hifumi understood and used her rich imagination to come up with a number of colorful scenarios for Akira's enjoyment. Hifumi hadn't been too keen on going beyond that, as actually consummating the act required a measure of confidence from her that she didn't think she possessed. But Akira had been as patient as possible with his girlfriend, building up Hifumi's confidence with a wide array of compliments and encouragement.
In addition to that, Akira took on more of a submissive role in the relationship. He began to defer to his girlfriend about most matters, whether it was where to get a bite to eat, or what they got up to in the bedroom together. Like most women, Hifumi was uncomfortable with being the one in charge at first. And also like most women, Hifumi warmed up to the idea surprisingly quickly, and by all accounts, seemed to enjoy her role as the dominant one between them.
Akira's newly confident girlfriend had taken the lead on fulfilling his fantasy tonight. While Akira was killing time in Shibuya, Hifumi had shown up for an impromptu shogi lesson at Hiroshi's apartment with a bottle of white wine. From there, the man's playboy ways would hopefully do the rest. Once they had enjoyed each other's company, only then would Hifumi broach the subject of her submissive boyfriend coming over to watch.
Akira had been somewhat reluctant to agree to Hifumi's plan. He very much wanted to see his girlfriend's first time with another man, and this plan called for him to be away while it happened. But Hifumi was firm on it, and Akira was too eager for his fantasy to be realized to put up too much of a fight. Besides, he rather enjoyed Hifumi's dominant attitude. His girlfriend was just as sweet and caring as before, but she no longer subordinated what she wanted for the benefit of others. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Hifumi's change in attitude had coincided with a stronger performance on the shogi board. While Akira was ruminating on these facts, his phone chimed with the sound of a text.
{What do you think?} -Hifumi
Akira looked at his phone and couldn't help but gasp at Hifumi's answering text. It had come with a picture she had taken. His girlfriend was standing in a large bathroom in front of a mirror. In the picture, Hifumi was unmistakably naked, though nothing lewd was directly shown. Hifumi had artfully covered her nipples with twin strands of her long, straight black hair. Her pussy was just barely obscured by the rim of the sink, and it was obvious that she was entirely hairless down there. Hifumi’s dark green eyes were shining with mischief, and his girlfriend had a slight smile on her face that looked more like a smirk the longer Akira looked at it. Akira's cock suddenly became hard as a rock as he took in the picture his girlfriend had sent.
{Wow. You're really going to do it. Or have you already done it?} -Akira
{We will in a moment. We've been having fun for the last hour, though. Hiroshi’s quite a good kisser.} -Hifumi
{Better than me?} -Akira
{Yes, to be quite honest. Does that turn you on?} -Hifumi
{It does. Uh, I've noticed you've shaved down there. You've never done that before.} -Akira
{I thought Hiroshi might like it. How does it look?} -Hifumi
{Sexy as hell.} -Akira
{Good. Well, I should be getting back. I've got an idea, though. How about you pick me up some lingerie while you're waiting? You know my measurements.} -Hifumi
{You want me to buy you lingerie?} -Akira
{Yes. I think it'll help convince Hiroshi to let you come up if knows you're bringing some sexy lingerie for me to wear for him. It'll turn you on too, won't it?} -Hifumi
{Yeah.} -Akira
{Alright then. See you in an hour.} -Hifumi
Akira put his phone in his pocket and headed toward the mall. Thankfully, his cock had calmed down enough so that his erection wasn't too visible. As he headed down the stairs toward the underground mall, Akira's phone buzzed with another text. He pulled his phone out in a hurry and saw that his girlfriend had sent him one last little note.
{P.S. Hiroshi said that his favorite color is emerald green.} -Hifumi
Akira blinked, then realized what Hifumi wanted. Not only did she want her boyfriend to buy lingerie for the benefit of the man she was about to have sex with, but she also wanted him to buy lingerie that fit Hiroshi's taste and not his own. Akira smiled, knowing that his efforts to help turn Hifumi into a sexy, dominating woman had paid off.
Akira bought the lingerie Hifumi had told him to get (a very seductive-looking lace bra and matching panties in a deep emerald green) and took the subway to Aoyama. He had tried to text her a few times during the train ride, but his girlfriend hadn't responded. The knowledge that another man was undoubtedly fucking Hifumi at this very second was tremendously exciting.
So exciting that Akira inadvertently missed his stop. He had been too busy fantasizing about his girlfriend and her shogi instructor that he had taken the train halfway to Ginza before he realized his mistake. Akira had no choice but to get off at Akasaka and take another train going back the other direction. Akira had texted Hifumi that he would be late, but that went unanswered as well.
By the time Akira made it to Hiroshi's high rise apartment in Aoyama, he was 45 minutes late. At no point had Hifumi texted him back. Akira was a touch annoyed, but he was also very turned on by the idea that she was too busy being fucked by her shogi instructor to care about her buzzing phone.
Akira pressed the callbox outside the building, calling the penthouse at the very top of it. Nobody answered. Akira pressed it again, and only then did a very familiar voice come through the callbox.
"Yes? Who is it?" Hifumi asked with a definite giggle.
"You know who it is. Let me up, please." Akira responded with a touch of impatience, shifting the shopping bag he was carrying.
"About that...we kind of got started again. I mean, we waited, but you didn't show up..." Hifumi said in a seemingly regretful tone.
"W-Well, I'm here now." Akira said after a moment, his mind tripping for a second over his girlfriend's words.
Hifumi giggled again, then let out a sigh of satisfaction. Akira's breathing quickened at that. Was the man right there with Hifumi? What were they doing?
"Hmm. Hiroshi wants me now, though. I'm not sure what to do..." Hifumi said leadingly, letting out another soft sigh.
"Tell...tell him I brought the lingerie you told me to get." Akira said weakly, wanting very much to see whatever was going on inside.
"Is it in his favorite color?" Hifumi asked in a considering tone, as if she truly was undecided about whether or not to let Akira up quite yet.
"Yes. Emerald green. Just like you said." Akira answered rapidly, knowing that if Hifumi let go of the callbox button, it might be some time before he could get her attention again.
Hifumi didn't answer immediately. What sounded like a short conversation between his girlfriend and her shogi instructor ensued, but Akira couldn't make out the words. All he could do was wait and hope that Hifumi was done teasing him. At least for now.
"Alright then. Hiroshi said you can come up." Hifumi said with a short laugh, pressing the button to unlock the building door.
Akira opened the door as soon as he heard the buzzer. It was almost scary how good Hifumi was at maneuvering him into a position where he had very little power. But Akira couldn't complain. He has asked for this, after all. And Hifumi had definitely delivered.
Akira knocked on the door to the penthouse. Hiroshi's apartment was at the very top of the building. The elevator he had ridden had taken so long to reach the top that Akira was a little concerned that Hifumi and her shogi instructor might get up to something in the meantime. But he needn't have worried. The door opened quickly enough, and Akira was greeted by the sight of his beautiful girlfriend.
Two things immediately jumped out at Akira. One was that while his girlfriend was no longer naked as she had been in the picture, she was only wearing an oversized men's shirt. The shirt (Hiroshi's, definitely) came down to her upper thighs, just barely covering her pussy once more. Hifumi wore nothing else, not counting the smirk on her face.
The other thing that Akira couldn't help but notice was that Hifumi's appearance was no longer as immaculate as it had been in the picture. Her long dark hair was mussed, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her makeup was a tad smudged. Especially her lipstick. Hifumi still looked beautiful (and for a man with Akira's taste, she actually looked even more beautiful than before), but his girlfriend gave off the undeniable appearance of a woman who had been recently fucked.
"Hi." Akira said simply, trying to process the sight in front of him.
Hifumi grinned at him and glanced down at the shopping bag in his hands. His girlfriend gave an approving nod before stepping close to Akira. Hifumi then rose to her tip-toes and kissed him on the lips lightly. Akira kissed her back and tried to hold her in his arms, but Hifumi saw that coming and stepped nimbly away before he could do so. Instead, she took his hand and led Akira inside.
"Hiroshi-senshi is in the living room. I'll introduce you to him." Hifumi said cheerfully as Akira took his shoes off and shut the door behind him.
Even seeing the entryway to Hiroshi's apartment told Akira that the man lived in comfort. It was tastefully decorated, with a number of western paintings on the walls. Akira even recognized one from an art class he had taken in high school. It was probably a reproduction, but even well-done reproductions of famous pieces could be pricey.
Hifumi led him down the hallway, still holding Akira's hand. The shirt his girlfriend was wearing only just covered her butt, and the brief, tiny glimpses Akira saw of it while she walked was enough to capture his attention. He was barely aware of passing several rooms. One was a kitchen, another was a dining room, and a third was a bathroom. But Akira really only had eyes for Hifumi at the moment.
They reached the living room soon after. It was very large for an apartment, with huge full-length windows that showed an impressive view of the Tokyo skyline. Just as the entryway had been, the living room was decorated in a tasteful fashion. Akira couldn't help but wonder how lucrative it was to be a professional shogi player.
In the middle of the room, there was a large, comfortable sofa. On both sides of the sofa were soft armchairs, all of which surrounded a delicate glass table where an expensive-looking marble shogi board rested. The pieces on the board were locked in a suspended battle. Akira’s unfortunately weak shogi ability meant that he couldn’t quite tell which side was winning.
An opened bottle of wine (which Hifumi had brought herself) and two glasses, both empty, were next to the board. The bottle of wine looked half full, though the frosted glass of the bottle was difficult to peer through from far away.
The shogi player in question was sitting on the sofa in the middle of the room. The man stood up as soon as Akira and Hifumi entered the room. Akira could see that Hiroshi Tachibana fit the description Hifumi had given him. The man was wearing a black robe and nothing else. He was indeed in his late 30's, with short, styled black hair, horn-rimmed glasses that enhanced his look of intelligence, and had a surprisingly good physique. Although perhaps that wasn't surprising if the rumors of his womanizing were true.
"Akira-kun! Hifumi told me all about you. Welcome." Hiroshi said coolly as a greeting, holding out his hand for Akira to shake.
Hifumi let go of Akira's hand and smoothly took the shopping bag out of his other one, peering inside and nodding as she did so. That left Akira free to shake Hiroshi's hand. The man had a firm grip and his smile was pleasant. Akira had been expecting some level of mocking from the man who had just fucked his girlfriend, but it wasn't forthcoming yet.
"Hello, Tachibana-san. Thank you for letting me come here." Akira returned automatically, unable to shake his submissive mindset.
"Don't mention it. I should be thanking you for letting Hifumi-kun and I become better acquainted in your absence." Hiroshi said with a chuckle.
Hifumi smiled at this, while Akira squirmed a bit. He wanted to come right out and ask them what had happened, but he felt a little too inhibited to do so yet. Perhaps sensing this, his girlfriend came to his rescue and took Akira's hand once more.
"We'll be back in a few minutes, Sensei." Hifumi said, winkling at the man.
"Hurry back. I'll be waiting." Hiroshi said with another chuckle, sitting down on the sofa again.
Akira wasn't certain where they were going, but he was content to let Hifumi lead him away by the hand. Their destination turned out to be the bathroom. A quick glance was all that Akira needed to know that it was the same one his girlfriend had sent that picture from. As soon as they were both inside, Hifumi shut the door behind her and turned to face Akira.
"Well? Are you enjoying yourself so far?" Hifumi asked in a more serious tone, looking straight into Akira's eyes.
"Of course. It's everything I wanted it to be. Are...you enjoying yourself too?." Akira asked with obvious curiosity in his voice.
Having gotten the reassurance she wanted, Hifumi's mischievous look returned. His girlfriend was silent for a few seconds, though she continued to gaze steadily at Akira. Now he began to sweat. Akira had seen that same look on Hifumi's face across the table when they played shogi together. Usually, that look appeared when Hifumi realized that the position was such that she could crush him with ease, and the only question remaining was how merciful she wanted to be.
"Oh, yes. It's been quite an experience. I might never have realized..." Hifumi trailed off delicately, glancing down at the front of Akira's pants.
"Realized what?" Akira asked quickly, his cock hardening.
"Nevermind. How about you help me get ready?" Hifumi said with a wink, pulling the man's shirt over her head.
Akira was soon greeted with the heavenly sight of his girlfriend's naked body. The sexiest parts of Hifumi's body, the ones that had been purposefully obscured from him in the picture, quickly occupied his focus. Hifumi's nipples were rock hard. They were also somewhat red and puffy. As if Hiroshi had given them plenty of attention, either with his fingers or his mouth.
Hifumi's pussy was an incredible sight as well. It’s appearance was unlike what Akira had seen before. Aside from the fact that his girlfriend's pussy was entirely hairless now (a choice apparently made for her shogi instructor's benefit and not his own), it was also rather pink. It was completely obvious that she had been very well fucked, and recently too.
The slight possibility that Hifumi had actually fucked her shogi instructor before sending that picture, despite what she had said, entered Akira's mind. But he quickly dismissed it. Hifumi had just been being a tease. Unique among Akira's girlfriends, Hifumi "got" his fetish at a deeper level than any of the rest. Sometimes it was as if she knew what he wanted better than he himself did.
Akira tried to say something here, but his breath was literally taken away by the sight of Hifumi's body. His girlfriend smiled at him and turned away to face the mirror. She reached over to take hold of something on the sink, and Akira realized that she had placed her purse there earlier.
"Take the tags off the lingerie and put it on me." Hifumi ordered Akira coolly, looking through her purse.
Akira did as he was told, too turned on to do otherwise. He pulled out an emerald green bra from the shopping bag and took off the tags. Even though green wasn’t really Akira’s favorite color, he did admire how the rich color went with the black lace trim of the bra. He did the same with the pair of emerald green panties that went with the bra. As he did so, Hifumi had gotten her makeup out of her purse and seemed intent on fixing her appearance.
Hifumi gave Akira a brief smile before returning her attention to the mirror in front of her. She did at least extend her arms, making it easier for him to put the bra on her. Akira slid the straps gently up her arms and hooked the bra behind her back. Even though the lacey green bra blocked the sight of her nipples, it pushed her breasts up nicely together, giving his girlfriend some very attractive cleavage.
Hifumi refreshed her lipstick while looking intently at her reflection. Akira kneeled next to her, panties in hand. It was really very exciting to be helping his girlfriend dress for the benefit of another man, especially considering how closely she was paying attention to her appearance. It was clear that Hifumi wanted to look her best for Hiroshi's sake, and took it entirely for granted that her boyfriend would help her do it. Hifumi raised her feet to step into the panties Akira was holding without even looking in his direction. And as Akira pulled the emerald green panties up Hifumi's smooth legs, he had no choice but to conclude that she was right.
His task finished, Akira remained kneeling and watched as Hifumi carefully refreshed her eyeliner, mascara, and blush, so that the face looking back at her in the mirror was sheer perfection. His girlfriend could give a model on any magazine cover a run for her money. Hifumi turned her head back and forth, looking at her reflection from different angles, then nodded to herself. His girlfriend turned away from the mirror and seemed to remember Akira's presence then, smiling down at him.
Akira couldn't help himself. He leaned forward and kissed Hifumi's upper thighs, his lips landing lightly on her smooth skin. From the angle he was viewing her from, Hifumi looked as though she was a goddess. And like any goddess, she wished to be worshipped. Hifumi let out a contented sigh every time Akira kissed her legs. Before they had started this game, Hifumi might have been too embarrassed to fully enjoy herself like this. But now, his girlfriend had the requisite confidence and sense of entitlement to accept that Akira's worshipful attitude was simply what she was due.
"Want to hear a little about what we got up to earlier?" Hifumi asked coyly, watching Akira's worshipful actions.
"Absolutely." Akira answered rapidly, alive with curiosity.
"Well, for the first hour or so we just talked about shogi. Hiroshi-sensei has incredible insight into the game. I wouldn't have minded if we had stuck to that topic, but he had other ideas." Hifumi pronounced, smiling ruefully.
Of course he did. From what Hifumi had told Akira earlier, Hiroshi could hardly be alone with a woman for more than a few minutes without flirting with her. According to rumor, the female shogi league that Hifumi was a member of was replete with his conquests. Considering how easily the man had gotten into his girlfriend's panties, the rumor was undoubtedly true.
"He's quite the smooth talker. Although I'm sure the wine I brought helped. Somehow the conversation moved pretty naturally from shogi to whether I was dating anyone. I told him the truth, of course." Hifumi said leadingly.
"What do you mean?" Akira asked slowly, continuing to kiss his girlfriend's thighs.
"I told Hiroshi-sensei that I had a very nice boyfriend who would understand if something were to happen between me and my instructor." Hifumi said with definite amusement in her voice.
"And what did he say?" Akira asked again, his cock hardening in his pants once more.
"Say? Oh, a man like Hiroshi-sensei doesn't waste time talking when he's given the green light. Before I knew it, we were kissing." Hifumi explained, her eyebrows rising.
Akira couldn't help but feel a submissive thrill, both at the mental image of his girlfriend kissing another man and from the fact that Hifumi felt the need to explain to Akira how an alpha male acted. Of course, Akira could hardly dispute what his girlfriend was implying. He was, after all, on his knees in front of her, kissing her thighs while she talked about the man who had fucked her earlier.
"I couldn't believe how good of a kisser Hiroshi-sensei is. Somehow we spent half an hour on the sofa just making out. Every few minutes he would strip me of my clothes, little by little. By the time he slid my panties down, I was beyond ready." Hifumi said in a slightly huskier tone, as if the memory itself was exciting to her.
Akira's cock throbbed at the image Hifumi was painting in his mind. Now Akira had gotten the confirmation he wanted. While he was in the movie theater, idly watching the screen and fantasizing about what his girlfriend was up to, Hifumi had indeed been kissing her instructor and allowing him to strip her until she was entirely naked in front of him.
"But then you texted me. I told Hiroshi-sensei it was my boyfriend, which made him laugh. I asked to be excused for a few minutes so I could send you a picture. He allowed it but said that I had to turn my phone off when I was done. So I could give him my undivided attention." Hifumi explained again, her eyes twinkling.
"And did you?" Akira asked softly, already knowing the answer.
"Of course. Hiroshi-sensei deserved it. Wouldn't you agree?" Hifumi asked in return, her eyebrows rising again.
Akira didn't answer immediately. He had the sense that Hifumi's question was rather important. His girlfriend seemed to be asking for his blessing when it came to prioritizing what her instructor wanted over what Akira himself did, at least while they were playing this game. If he said yes, it probably meant that more experiences like having his texts be ignored while she was fucking Hiroshi would be in store for Akira. Was that okay?
Earlier, he had been annoyed that Hifumi hadn't answered his texts, thereby allowing Akira's anxiety to build. But Akira had also been surprisingly excited from being ignored like that. Akira was also turned on by how Hifumi seemed to be framing the situation: Alpha men like her shogi instructor had certain expectations of their women, and betas like her boyfriend needed to accept that if their unusual relationship was to work.
Hifumi was probably right about the situation. Akira had no doubt that he was more important to Hifumi than her shogi instructor, and that if he was unwilling to subordinate his desires to Hiroshi's, then the man (great kisser or not) would be the one left in the cold. But as Akira continued to kiss his girlfriend's upper thighs, getting closer and closer to her pussy, he realized that he was willing to go along with that dynamic. Akira wanted this to work.
"Absolutely." Akira answered simply.
Hifumi gazed at him for a few seconds, then nodded slightly. Akira couldn’t help but swallow nervously. Whatever particular idea was behind that nod, Akira had just persuaded his girlfriend that he was fine with it. Hifumi allowed Akira to continue kissing her upper thighs until he succumbed to the desire to plant a light, worshipful kiss over her lace panty-covered pussy. The same pussy that Hiroshi had conquered earlier, and would almost certainly be enjoying again before the night was over.
"Would you like to hear about what we did after that?" Hifumi said in the same leading tone as before, this time with a wicked look in her eyes.
"Yes." Akira answered at once, continuing to kiss his girlfriend's pussy over her panties.
“Well, I could tell you...but on second thought, I don’t want to keep Hiroshi-sensei waiting too long. Let’s head back to the living room.” Hifumi said coolly, turning to walk out of the bathroom without bothering to see if Akira was following her.
Not that she needed to. Akira scrambled to his feet and followed his girlfriend, entranced by the sight in front of him. The emerald green panties he had purchased for Hifumi cupped her ass nicely, so that it swayed fetchingly with each step his girlfriend took. Akira was close enough to reach out and grab a feel. He wanted to do it. But Akira was a little too inhibited to do so. Unlike the man who was waiting in the other room.
The sound of light jazz was coming from the living room. Hiroshi appeared to have put some music on. He was still sitting on the sofa, drink in hand, when they came in. Akira saw Hiroshi's eyes widen at the incredible sight of Hifumi in lingerie that just happened to be in his favorite color. Courtesy of Akira, naturally. But if the man was grateful to him for buying it, he showed no sign. Hiroshi only had eyes for his girlfriend's lovely form.
"I must say, that was certainly worth the wait, Hifumi-kun." Hiroshi said with a laugh, draining his glass.
Hiroshi set his empty glass down on the table next to the shogi board. Akira saw that the pieces, which had been all over the board, were now in their original position. Did that mean something? Akira could simply ask, but he had gotten used to being led around tonight and was content to wait to find out.
Hifumi smiled at the man and sat down right next to Hiroshi on the sofa. Akira was momentarily spellbound by the sight of his lingerie-clad girlfriend sitting so close to another man, but after a second or two he sat down on one of the armchairs. A satisfied smile appeared on Hiroshi's face. It was probably because Hifumi had chosen to sit next to him, along with Akira's implicit acceptance of that.
"I'd wanted to ask Hifumi-kun this, but how long have you two been dating, Akira-kun?" Hiroshi asked in a conversational tone.
"Six months, Tachibana-san." Akira answered easily.
"I see. You two must have quite a bond, if you're comfortable letting her play around like this." Hiroshi said with a chuckle.
Of course Hiroshi would view it like that. The man in the relationship determining what he "let" his girlfriend do. That was hardly Hifumi and Akira's dynamic, however. He could try to explain that, but the man probably wouldn't understand. Hiroshi likely thought Akira was simply too much of a pussy to stop Hifumi from having her cake and eating it too, at least when it came to guys. So why bother arguing with someone who had such a two-dimensional view of relationships?
"I would like to think we do, yes." Akira said firmly, nodding.
Hifumi smiled warmly at Akira then, though her eyes flicked to the empty wine glasses on the table. After a second or two, Akira got the hint and stood up from the armchair he was occupying. He picked up the bottle of wine and filled the two glasses next to it. That being done, Akira picked up the wine glasses and held them out to his girlfriend and her shogi instructor. There was no glass for him to drink, however, so Akira simply put the bottle down and returned to his seat.
"Thank you, Akira-san. You're too kind." Hiroshi said with just the smallest mocking edge in his voice, accepting the glass and taking a deep drink.
"He really is. I'm lucky to have him." Hifumi said pleasantly to her instructor, sipping from her wine glass.
Akira smiled back at his girlfriend but said nothing. He did not miss how skillfully Hifumi had established Akira's submissive role between the three of them, and all without needing to speak a single word. Simply choosing to sit beside Hiroshi and encouraging Akira to serve the two of them drinks had been enough to ensure that her instructor did not need to do any "flexing", so to speak, to know he was the alpha in the room.
Hiroshi drained his glass first and set it on the table, sitting up on the edge of the sofa. The older man was regarding Akira with a combination of amusement and curiosity on his face. No doubt he had fucked quite a number of women who were in a relationship, but it was probably the first time he had encountered a man who seemed to enjoy his girlfriend running around on him.
"What do you say we play a game, Akira-kun? I'd like to know more about you, and I've always said that a man's truest character will come out on the board." Hiroshi offered, motioning toward the shogi board on the table between them.
Akira looked down at the glass table but said nothing. So that was why the shogi pieces had been returned to their original position. Hiroshi wanted the opportunity to thrash Akira over the board in front of his girlfriend. Hifumi's efforts to peacefully settle their roles had been in vain, it seemed. His girlfriend gave Akira a sympathetic smile as she set her glass down on the table, though she didn’t seem to want to intervene beyond that. Akira returned her smile with a rueful one of his own, knowing that he had no chance against the man. Hifumi herself regularly destroyed Akira in shogi, and this guy was one of the top professional players in Japan.
"I doubt I'd be able to give you much of a challenge, Tachibana-san." Akira answered honestly.
"Well, that's why they have handicaps. How's a six-piece edge sound?" Hiroshi offered in a jocular fashion.
Akira flushed for a moment. He knew what the various handicap levels in shogi were by now, and a six-piece advantage was the largest recognized handicap between players of different skill levels. It was the equivalent of one player giving up their queen in chess, or nine stones in Go.
"Hmm. What do you think, Hifumi?" Akira asked his girlfriend, looking over at her.
Akira didn't particularly see any value in playing a game of shogi with the man, but he was curious about what his girlfriend wanted. Hifumi was looking at the board in that intent way she often did while formulating one of her plans. Just seeing that look made Akira equal parts nervous and excited.
"I think...you guys should have something to play for." Hifumi answered finally, looking wickedly at Akira.
The temperature in the room suddenly rose a degree or two. Both Akira and Hiroshi couldn't help but stare at Hifumi, sitting there looking quite regal in her sophisticated lingerie and immaculate-applied makeup. Hiroshi recovered first, and he spoke the question both of them wanted to know.
"Such as?" Hiroshi asked leadingly.
"Originally I was going to say that whoever wins gets to have me, but..." Hifumi said slowly, cocking her head slightly.
"But I won't have that. Sorry, Akira-kun. I'm the only one who gets to fuck this beautiful girl, at least in my apartment." Hiroshi said with complete frankness, giving Akira a somewhat challenging look.
Hifumi giggled and nodded, looking as though her instructor's behavior was entirely expected. This was indeed one of those "alpha" traits that Hifumi foresaw, and that Akira needed to accept if he wanted proceedings to continue. With that in mind, Akira gave a small nod, his face somewhat red.
"I understand, Tachibana-san." Akira said tightly.
Hiroshi capitalized on Akira's submissive admission and put his arm around Hifumi, drawing her closer to him. Hifumi settled against her instructor's side warmly, though her eyes remained on Akira across from them.
"Well then, how about this? If my boyfriend wins, he gets to watch us here. If you win, sensei, we go to the bedroom and he has to listen outside the door." Hifumi offered wickedly.
"I can't object to that. Sounds like I win in either case." Hiroshi said with a laugh.
"Indeed. What do you say, Akira?" Hifumi asked softly, gazing at him.
Akira swallowed, captivated by Hifumi's dark green eyes. He had once again been maneuvered by his girlfriend in a position where his fantasy could be realized, but only on terms favorable to Hifumi. His girlfriend was going to get what she wanted regardless, but Akira could only do the same by going along with her. Akira would be lying if he said he wasn't turned on by the dynamic between them.
"Alright then." Akira answered simply, leaning forward in his chair closer to the table and removing six pieces from Hiroshi's side of the board.
"I won't give him any hints, sensei. But don't be surprised if I try to distract you a little." Hifumi said to her instructor, turning her gaze over to him and dropping her voice sexily.
Hiroshi turned to look at her, their lips inches away from each other. His girlfriend took the opportunity to demonstrate how serious she was by kissing her shogi instructor gently. Hiroshi kissed her back much more firmly, leaving Akira to squirm in his chair across from them. Hiroshi broke off their kiss after about ten seconds, but it was clear to Akira how into it his girlfriend had become. From her flushed cheeks and lidded eyes, they'd still be kissing if Hifumi had her way.
"Would you mind moving the pieces for me, Akira-kun? I might have my hands full with this beauty here." Hiroshi said with another laugh.
Hiroshi proved his point by reaching out with his free hand to caress the edges of Hifumi's bra, his fingers moving along the black lace trim of it. Akira nodded, spellbound by the sight in front of him. He had always found Hifumi sexy, but seeing his girlfriend in the arms of another man made her seem almost impossibly attractive to him. This always happened to Akira: he would only be seized powerfully by the desire to fuck one of his girlfriends when it was past the point of no return, when another man would have the chance to enjoy her body and he would not.
"P-76." Hiroshi called out, turning back to kiss Hifumi once more as soon as he spoke.
"P-34." Akira said aloud, moving both pawns to their indicated squares.
Akira's side of the board had more pieces than Hiroshi, due to the handicap the other man had started with. It meant that Akira could play a little bolder than usual. Hifumi had taught him the principles of shogi, one of which was to try to trade down when ahead on material. If fewer pieces were on the board, the material difference between the players would become more pronounced. With the strategy Hifumi had taught him in mind, Akira moved his pawns aggressively up the board. He continually offered trades that might not put him in a better position overall, but would put Hiroshi in a bind if he didn't want to keep trading away material.
Hiroshi didn't seem to be bothered, however. He continued to call out moves in between bouts of increasingly passionate kissing. The older man was indeed being distracted by Hifumi, but the same was true for Akira. How could he press his advantage when the sight of the man sliding fingers inside of one of Hifumi's bra cups was occupying his focus? Akira was so distracted by the sight that he ended up blundering a rook, moving it too far into Hiroshi's side of the board.
Hifumi spared a glance at the board, undoubtedly sizing up the position in seconds. His girlfriend kept her word and declined to offer Akira any hints, but she apparently felt that he required some additional assistance from her nevertheless. That was why Hifumi swung her leg over her instructor's lap so that she was straddling Hiroshi, her long dark hair fanning out behind her as she moved.
Hiroshi grinned at Hifumi's bold decision and drew her closer to him. In seconds, they were kissing once more, with the man's hands roving up and down Hifumi's body. Akira watched as Hiroshi caressed his girlfriend gently, paying special attention to her hips and ass, covered only by the thin panties Hifumi was wearing.
From the position they were in, Hifumi's pussy was pressing against the front of Hiroshi's crotch. Akira could see the man's cock hardening beneath his robe, and it looked to be quite a bit larger than Akira's own. The knowledge that the man had already sampled his girlfriend's pussy earlier, and would do so again shortly, made Akira's cock hardened considerably. He came near to blundering one of his knights. But Akira wanted the privilege of seeing them fuck very much, so he buckled down and refocused on the board.
Akira still had the advantage, even as he realized that some of his pieces were in danger of being trapped now. He began working on extricating them from danger. Now that he was playing more cautiously, Hiroshi's greater level of distraction (mostly from the way Hifumi had begun grinding herself slowly on his crotch) made itself felt here. Akira felt more and more confident as the game went on. At least until was too captivated by the way Hifumi was practically giving her instructor a lap dance in front of him. Akira fell for a simple fork, forcing him to give up a lance in order to save one of his gold generals.
Although Hifumi wasn't facing the board (and appeared to be too excited to care much about the state of the game), she could read the mirth on her instructor's face as Akira's lance fell to him. Hifumi tossed her hair in an annoyed fashion and pushed herself off Hiroshi, only to sink to her knees in front of him on the sofa.
Both Akira and Hiroshi gaped as Hifumi untied the man's black robe, freeing his cock. It was indeed longer and thicker than Akira's own. Hifumi wasted no time before going down on it, taking the man's cock in between her beautiful lips. Akira's own cock was fully hard at this point. He couldn't believe how willing (and eager) Hifumi appeared to be to give her instructor oral sex. Hifumi never seemed to want to do that for Akira, but perhaps it wasn't so surprising. Maybe Hifumi saw it as a submissive act that she was willing to do for her instructor, but not her boyfriend.
Regardless of the answer, and regardless of how captivating the sight of his girlfriend giving another man a worshipful blowjob was, Akira was still less distracted than Hiroshi. The man couldn't take his eyes off of Hifumi, and he couldn't help but let out a satisfied grunt every time his girlfriend's lips went all the way down on his shaft.
When had Hifumi become so good at giving oral sex? Akira had no idea when his girlfriend had built up her skill at that. It certainly hadn't been with Akira. The slight suspicion that she had slept with her shogi instructor before this entered his mind once more, but again Akira dismissed the idea. Hifumi wouldn't have done that. Would she?
Even with this new distraction in mind, Akira began winning handily. Hiroshi seemed not to care about the state of the board anymore, though he continued to call out moves. Not when Hifumi was giving him a fantastic, albeit slow, blowjob. His girlfriend's sedate pace seemed to be done to distract her instructor as much as possible without actually making him cum.
By the time Akira had checkmated Hiroshi's king, the man was nearly there anyway. But when Akira called out the final move, Hifumi ceased her blowjob. Her lips came off of Hiroshi's cock with a slight pop, and she pushed herself back up on the sofa, straddling her shogi instructor once more.
"Well done, Akira. Enjoy your reward." Hifumi said brightly, turning her neck to look at Akira for a brief second, blowing him a kiss as she did.
Hifumi's lipstick was smudged slightly, though the rest of her makeup remained intact. Akira was consumed by the desire to kiss his girlfriend then, but he had to make do with her blown kiss instead. Hifumi then reached down to pull her panties to one side, ******** her hairless pussy. Akira could see how wet his girlfriend was, indicating that she had enjoyed sucking Hiroshi quite a bit.
Now was the time. Finally, after an evening full of teasing, taunting, and manipulation, Akira would get to see his beautiful girlfriend making love with another man. Akira quickly got up from his chair and sank to his knees, just trying to get to a better angle from which he could see it.
Hiroshi had been allowing Hifumi to make all the moves up to this point, but as soon as her pussy was free and clear, the older man grabbed her hips and forced her down on his cock. Hifumi arched her back in clear satisfaction as her pussy was filled to the brim. With how wet she was, even Hiroshi's large cock slipped inside it easily, only stopping once every inch was nestled inside her pussy.
Akira couldn't help himself: he unzipped his pants and began masturbating to the sight in front of him. He knew, without a doubt, that Hiroshi's cock could satisfy his girlfriend far better than his own ever could. And as Hifumi began riding her instructor's cock (aided by Hiroshi's hands on her hips, which helped her bounce up and down on it), Akira knew that the two people in front of him were perfect for each other physically. Perhaps not emotionally, but even at this early stage, Hifumi was clearly having a fantastic time.
His girlfriend was not the type to be loud in bed, even with a man she was far more physically compatible with, but Hifumi made her enjoyment clear through the eager, almost desperate way she rode his cock. His girlfriend also wrapped her arms around her instructor's body, kissing him with a passion that dwarfed every kiss they had previously shared.
Hiroshi took his hands off Hifumi's hips, leaving her to bounce on his cock by herself for a bit. That was because he wanted to tease her nipples. The man reached out and unhooked Hifumi's bra with the greatest of ease. His girlfriend's bra (which Akira had bought hours earlier) fell from her shoulders, ******** her breasts to her instructor's gaze. Hiroshi reached up to tease her nipples with his fingers, causing Hifumi to moan prettily, at least when Hiroshi's tongue wasn't in her mouth or vice versa.
Hifumi was on the verge of cumming. Akira knew the signs well, though Hifumi had always seemed ******* of them herself: her back steadily arching, her toes curling, and the volume of her muffled cries becoming louder as she lost control. Hifumi stopped bouncing on Hiroshi's cock as her orgasm crested inside her, but the man only laughed a bit and returned his hands to her hips, forcing Hifumi to continue riding him even through her orgasm.
And what an orgasm it was. Akira had never seen Hifumi lose herself so completely. Though Hifumi had certainly cum before with him, her orgasms had never been so overwhelming. Hiroshi only grinned as the beautiful girl in his lap orgasmed powerfully, her pussy no doubt spasming nicely around his cock. He didn't look surprised at all, which indicated to Akira that Hifumi had cum just like this before, and possibly even more than that in the past, if Akira's unlikely suspicions were correct.
Had Hifumi slept with her instructor before tonight? Akira, totally turned on and on the verge of cumming as he was, found the idea surprisingly exciting. Though a part of him might have felt betrayed if she had, the living proof of how wonderful the sex was between these two made Akira feel as though he would understand.
Hiroshi appeared to be nearing his own limit as well. Perhaps the man had stamina to spare, but he had just been on the receiving end of Hifumi's unexpectedly impressive oral skills just a short while ago. His self-control couldn't last forever, not after experiencing the twin pleasures given to him by Hifumi's mouth and pussy.
With an immensely satisfied-sounding grunt, Hiroshi pulled Hifumi down so that every centimeter of his cock was buried inside her, then came. Akira's eyes widened as he saw the man's cock pulse again and again. And his breath quickened as he realized that every drop of cum the man had stored in his balls was currently being shot into his girlfriend. That simple realization was too much for him: Akira came hard himself, even though his own hand was the only thing pleasuring him.
Hifumi threw her head and let out a singular, incredibly sexy moan as her pussy was filled with the man's cum. Hiroshi's orgasm looked like it had come on the tail end of her own, and Akira's girlfriend collapsed against her instructor's chest, her energy completely spent.
After a minute or so in which everyone was too busy recovering to do much of anything, Hiroshi began kissing Hifumi once more. Akira watched as Hifumi kissed her instructor back readily. There was little to no passion remaining in their kiss, instead, it was full of tenderness and intimacy. Seeing their easy comfort with each other's bodies, Akira couldn't help but conclude that his (still unproven) suspicions were looking more and more likely. They didn't look as though their first sexual experience together was only a few hours ago. More like a few weeks ago. The timing lined up pretty well with the first time Akira had told his girlfriend about his fantasy.
However, Akira said nothing right now. If Hifumi wished to confess anything later, he would listen and forgive her. And if Hifumi wanted to keep it a secret and pretend that nothing had happened, then Akira understood that as well. Hifumi would almost certainly have shut down the man’s flirting had Akira not told her about his fantasy of seeing his girlfriend sleep with another man.
"I hope you didn't have plans for later, Hifumi-kun. Because you're spending the night here." Hiroshi said firmly, as soon as they had broken off their extended kiss.
"Only if Akira can stay too." Hifumi returned in a tired fashion, pushing herself off of her shogi instructor's chest.
Akira was at least relieved that his girlfriend was committed to including him from now on. Possibly because Hifumi thought the sex she had with Hiroshi was even hotter with her boyfriend watching, but Akira appreciated it nevertheless. Hifumi searched around for her bra for a moment, found it on the sofa beside them, and put it back on a smooth motion.
"Of course he can. But we'll be moving this to the bedroom later." Hiroshi said with a laugh, sounding admirably indefatigable.
"You haven't had enough yet?" Hifumi asked, sounding a little incredulous.
"Not nearly. I'll have you moaning my name before the night is out, Hifumi-kun. And your boyfriend can watch it happen...if he asks nicely." Hiroshi said boastfully, grinning at Akira.
Hifumi threw Akira a quick glance. The look she gave him clearly took in the fact that Akira was on his knees, and a wicked smile appeared on her face as realized that he had cum to the sight of her and Hiroshi together. Although that might not have been the only thing Hifumi noticed. Akira looked down at himself and was surprised to see that his cock was still hard, even after cumming only a few minutes ago. That had certainly not been the case when he and Hifumi had made love in the past.
"Oh, I'm sure he will. And he doesn't, then he can listen at the door instead." Hifumi pronounced with a voice thick with amusement, looking supremely satisfied with how her plan for tonight had gone.
{Having fun?} -Akira
{Yes, actually. Hiroshi knows a lot about the history of the game. He's pretty funny, too. You should hear some of his stories.} -Hifumi
{Oh. So you haven’t?...} -Akira
{Haven’t what?} -Hifumi
{You know what I mean.} -Akira
{I don’t have the faintest idea. We're just having a nice, friendly chat. Of course, that might change by the time your movie is over...} -Hifumi
{Will you text me about it afterward?} -Akira
{We'll see. I might be too busy by then. Enjoy the movie!} -Hifumi
Akira read Hifumi's last text to him, trying to stay cool and collected. He wanted to ask what his girlfriend meant by being "too busy" later but knew that if Hifumi answered at all, it would only be to tease him further. Akira couldn't complain, though. He had put himself into this situation, and now there was nothing to do but let it play out.
Akira stepped up to the counter in front of the movie theater in Shibuya. He bought one ticket for an action movie about rival yakuza gangs. Perhaps the promised action would be enough to distract him from the distinct possibility that his beautiful girlfriend was having sex with another man while he was in the theater. But Akira doubted it.
The movie was a short 88 minutes, but it felt three times that long. Akira hurried out of the theater as soon as the credits began rolling. He had wanted to leave earlier, but the minimal distraction of the screen was better than nothing. Akira couldn't head over to the man's apartment early anyway. The whole idea had been to give Hifumi time to flirt with her shogi instructor without Akira there to distract them.
{How is it going there?} Akira
Akira waited for an answer to his text, but nothing came. The seconds passed with indecent slowness as he realized that Hifumi was indeed too busy to communicate with him. What was she doing? Akira's mind whirled with the possibilities, each one hotter than the last.
Akira did his best to calm himself, though. He still had nearly an hour to kill before he was supposed to meet Hifumi at the man's apartment. The man, Hiroshi Tachibana, lived in a ritzy apartment building in Aoyama. Akira only knew what Hifumi had told him about the guy. Hiroshi was in his late 30's, unmarried, and was a professional shogi player with a number of students. He was also considered something of a playboy. Apparently, he had a reputation for being unable to keep his hands off of his students. The female ones, at least.
Hifumi had told Akira that the way the man acted wasn’t quite as bad as his reputation. Hiroshi Tachibana had been Hifumi’s shogi instructor for the last month, and in that time, he had flirted with Hifumi regularly, but that was all. Nothing beyond a little harmless flirtation, according to his girlfriend. And Hifumi hadn’t reciprocated, at least until recently, after Akira had confessed to her about his fantasy.
Just as he did with his other girlfriends, Akira had the desire to see Hifumi have sex with another man. Hifumi understood and used her rich imagination to come up with a number of colorful scenarios for Akira's enjoyment. Hifumi hadn't been too keen on going beyond that, as actually consummating the act required a measure of confidence from her that she didn't think she possessed. But Akira had been as patient as possible with his girlfriend, building up Hifumi's confidence with a wide array of compliments and encouragement.
In addition to that, Akira took on more of a submissive role in the relationship. He began to defer to his girlfriend about most matters, whether it was where to get a bite to eat, or what they got up to in the bedroom together. Like most women, Hifumi was uncomfortable with being the one in charge at first. And also like most women, Hifumi warmed up to the idea surprisingly quickly, and by all accounts, seemed to enjoy her role as the dominant one between them.
Akira's newly confident girlfriend had taken the lead on fulfilling his fantasy tonight. While Akira was killing time in Shibuya, Hifumi had shown up for an impromptu shogi lesson at Hiroshi's apartment with a bottle of white wine. From there, the man's playboy ways would hopefully do the rest. Once they had enjoyed each other's company, only then would Hifumi broach the subject of her submissive boyfriend coming over to watch.
Akira had been somewhat reluctant to agree to Hifumi's plan. He very much wanted to see his girlfriend's first time with another man, and this plan called for him to be away while it happened. But Hifumi was firm on it, and Akira was too eager for his fantasy to be realized to put up too much of a fight. Besides, he rather enjoyed Hifumi's dominant attitude. His girlfriend was just as sweet and caring as before, but she no longer subordinated what she wanted for the benefit of others. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Hifumi's change in attitude had coincided with a stronger performance on the shogi board. While Akira was ruminating on these facts, his phone chimed with the sound of a text.
{What do you think?} -Hifumi
Akira looked at his phone and couldn't help but gasp at Hifumi's answering text. It had come with a picture she had taken. His girlfriend was standing in a large bathroom in front of a mirror. In the picture, Hifumi was unmistakably naked, though nothing lewd was directly shown. Hifumi had artfully covered her nipples with twin strands of her long, straight black hair. Her pussy was just barely obscured by the rim of the sink, and it was obvious that she was entirely hairless down there. Hifumi’s dark green eyes were shining with mischief, and his girlfriend had a slight smile on her face that looked more like a smirk the longer Akira looked at it. Akira's cock suddenly became hard as a rock as he took in the picture his girlfriend had sent.
{Wow. You're really going to do it. Or have you already done it?} -Akira
{We will in a moment. We've been having fun for the last hour, though. Hiroshi’s quite a good kisser.} -Hifumi
{Better than me?} -Akira
{Yes, to be quite honest. Does that turn you on?} -Hifumi
{It does. Uh, I've noticed you've shaved down there. You've never done that before.} -Akira
{I thought Hiroshi might like it. How does it look?} -Hifumi
{Sexy as hell.} -Akira
{Good. Well, I should be getting back. I've got an idea, though. How about you pick me up some lingerie while you're waiting? You know my measurements.} -Hifumi
{You want me to buy you lingerie?} -Akira
{Yes. I think it'll help convince Hiroshi to let you come up if knows you're bringing some sexy lingerie for me to wear for him. It'll turn you on too, won't it?} -Hifumi
{Yeah.} -Akira
{Alright then. See you in an hour.} -Hifumi
Akira put his phone in his pocket and headed toward the mall. Thankfully, his cock had calmed down enough so that his erection wasn't too visible. As he headed down the stairs toward the underground mall, Akira's phone buzzed with another text. He pulled his phone out in a hurry and saw that his girlfriend had sent him one last little note.
{P.S. Hiroshi said that his favorite color is emerald green.} -Hifumi
Akira blinked, then realized what Hifumi wanted. Not only did she want her boyfriend to buy lingerie for the benefit of the man she was about to have sex with, but she also wanted him to buy lingerie that fit Hiroshi's taste and not his own. Akira smiled, knowing that his efforts to help turn Hifumi into a sexy, dominating woman had paid off.
Akira bought the lingerie Hifumi had told him to get (a very seductive-looking lace bra and matching panties in a deep emerald green) and took the subway to Aoyama. He had tried to text her a few times during the train ride, but his girlfriend hadn't responded. The knowledge that another man was undoubtedly fucking Hifumi at this very second was tremendously exciting.
So exciting that Akira inadvertently missed his stop. He had been too busy fantasizing about his girlfriend and her shogi instructor that he had taken the train halfway to Ginza before he realized his mistake. Akira had no choice but to get off at Akasaka and take another train going back the other direction. Akira had texted Hifumi that he would be late, but that went unanswered as well.
By the time Akira made it to Hiroshi's high rise apartment in Aoyama, he was 45 minutes late. At no point had Hifumi texted him back. Akira was a touch annoyed, but he was also very turned on by the idea that she was too busy being fucked by her shogi instructor to care about her buzzing phone.
Akira pressed the callbox outside the building, calling the penthouse at the very top of it. Nobody answered. Akira pressed it again, and only then did a very familiar voice come through the callbox.
"Yes? Who is it?" Hifumi asked with a definite giggle.
"You know who it is. Let me up, please." Akira responded with a touch of impatience, shifting the shopping bag he was carrying.
"About that...we kind of got started again. I mean, we waited, but you didn't show up..." Hifumi said in a seemingly regretful tone.
"W-Well, I'm here now." Akira said after a moment, his mind tripping for a second over his girlfriend's words.
Hifumi giggled again, then let out a sigh of satisfaction. Akira's breathing quickened at that. Was the man right there with Hifumi? What were they doing?
"Hmm. Hiroshi wants me now, though. I'm not sure what to do..." Hifumi said leadingly, letting out another soft sigh.
"Tell...tell him I brought the lingerie you told me to get." Akira said weakly, wanting very much to see whatever was going on inside.
"Is it in his favorite color?" Hifumi asked in a considering tone, as if she truly was undecided about whether or not to let Akira up quite yet.
"Yes. Emerald green. Just like you said." Akira answered rapidly, knowing that if Hifumi let go of the callbox button, it might be some time before he could get her attention again.
Hifumi didn't answer immediately. What sounded like a short conversation between his girlfriend and her shogi instructor ensued, but Akira couldn't make out the words. All he could do was wait and hope that Hifumi was done teasing him. At least for now.
"Alright then. Hiroshi said you can come up." Hifumi said with a short laugh, pressing the button to unlock the building door.
Akira opened the door as soon as he heard the buzzer. It was almost scary how good Hifumi was at maneuvering him into a position where he had very little power. But Akira couldn't complain. He has asked for this, after all. And Hifumi had definitely delivered.
Akira knocked on the door to the penthouse. Hiroshi's apartment was at the very top of the building. The elevator he had ridden had taken so long to reach the top that Akira was a little concerned that Hifumi and her shogi instructor might get up to something in the meantime. But he needn't have worried. The door opened quickly enough, and Akira was greeted by the sight of his beautiful girlfriend.
Two things immediately jumped out at Akira. One was that while his girlfriend was no longer naked as she had been in the picture, she was only wearing an oversized men's shirt. The shirt (Hiroshi's, definitely) came down to her upper thighs, just barely covering her pussy once more. Hifumi wore nothing else, not counting the smirk on her face.
The other thing that Akira couldn't help but notice was that Hifumi's appearance was no longer as immaculate as it had been in the picture. Her long dark hair was mussed, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her makeup was a tad smudged. Especially her lipstick. Hifumi still looked beautiful (and for a man with Akira's taste, she actually looked even more beautiful than before), but his girlfriend gave off the undeniable appearance of a woman who had been recently fucked.
"Hi." Akira said simply, trying to process the sight in front of him.
Hifumi grinned at him and glanced down at the shopping bag in his hands. His girlfriend gave an approving nod before stepping close to Akira. Hifumi then rose to her tip-toes and kissed him on the lips lightly. Akira kissed her back and tried to hold her in his arms, but Hifumi saw that coming and stepped nimbly away before he could do so. Instead, she took his hand and led Akira inside.
"Hiroshi-senshi is in the living room. I'll introduce you to him." Hifumi said cheerfully as Akira took his shoes off and shut the door behind him.
Even seeing the entryway to Hiroshi's apartment told Akira that the man lived in comfort. It was tastefully decorated, with a number of western paintings on the walls. Akira even recognized one from an art class he had taken in high school. It was probably a reproduction, but even well-done reproductions of famous pieces could be pricey.
Hifumi led him down the hallway, still holding Akira's hand. The shirt his girlfriend was wearing only just covered her butt, and the brief, tiny glimpses Akira saw of it while she walked was enough to capture his attention. He was barely aware of passing several rooms. One was a kitchen, another was a dining room, and a third was a bathroom. But Akira really only had eyes for Hifumi at the moment.
They reached the living room soon after. It was very large for an apartment, with huge full-length windows that showed an impressive view of the Tokyo skyline. Just as the entryway had been, the living room was decorated in a tasteful fashion. Akira couldn't help but wonder how lucrative it was to be a professional shogi player.
In the middle of the room, there was a large, comfortable sofa. On both sides of the sofa were soft armchairs, all of which surrounded a delicate glass table where an expensive-looking marble shogi board rested. The pieces on the board were locked in a suspended battle. Akira’s unfortunately weak shogi ability meant that he couldn’t quite tell which side was winning.
An opened bottle of wine (which Hifumi had brought herself) and two glasses, both empty, were next to the board. The bottle of wine looked half full, though the frosted glass of the bottle was difficult to peer through from far away.
The shogi player in question was sitting on the sofa in the middle of the room. The man stood up as soon as Akira and Hifumi entered the room. Akira could see that Hiroshi Tachibana fit the description Hifumi had given him. The man was wearing a black robe and nothing else. He was indeed in his late 30's, with short, styled black hair, horn-rimmed glasses that enhanced his look of intelligence, and had a surprisingly good physique. Although perhaps that wasn't surprising if the rumors of his womanizing were true.
"Akira-kun! Hifumi told me all about you. Welcome." Hiroshi said coolly as a greeting, holding out his hand for Akira to shake.
Hifumi let go of Akira's hand and smoothly took the shopping bag out of his other one, peering inside and nodding as she did so. That left Akira free to shake Hiroshi's hand. The man had a firm grip and his smile was pleasant. Akira had been expecting some level of mocking from the man who had just fucked his girlfriend, but it wasn't forthcoming yet.
"Hello, Tachibana-san. Thank you for letting me come here." Akira returned automatically, unable to shake his submissive mindset.
"Don't mention it. I should be thanking you for letting Hifumi-kun and I become better acquainted in your absence." Hiroshi said with a chuckle.
Hifumi smiled at this, while Akira squirmed a bit. He wanted to come right out and ask them what had happened, but he felt a little too inhibited to do so yet. Perhaps sensing this, his girlfriend came to his rescue and took Akira's hand once more.
"We'll be back in a few minutes, Sensei." Hifumi said, winkling at the man.
"Hurry back. I'll be waiting." Hiroshi said with another chuckle, sitting down on the sofa again.
Akira wasn't certain where they were going, but he was content to let Hifumi lead him away by the hand. Their destination turned out to be the bathroom. A quick glance was all that Akira needed to know that it was the same one his girlfriend had sent that picture from. As soon as they were both inside, Hifumi shut the door behind her and turned to face Akira.
"Well? Are you enjoying yourself so far?" Hifumi asked in a more serious tone, looking straight into Akira's eyes.
"Of course. It's everything I wanted it to be. Are...you enjoying yourself too?." Akira asked with obvious curiosity in his voice.
Having gotten the reassurance she wanted, Hifumi's mischievous look returned. His girlfriend was silent for a few seconds, though she continued to gaze steadily at Akira. Now he began to sweat. Akira had seen that same look on Hifumi's face across the table when they played shogi together. Usually, that look appeared when Hifumi realized that the position was such that she could crush him with ease, and the only question remaining was how merciful she wanted to be.
"Oh, yes. It's been quite an experience. I might never have realized..." Hifumi trailed off delicately, glancing down at the front of Akira's pants.
"Realized what?" Akira asked quickly, his cock hardening.
"Nevermind. How about you help me get ready?" Hifumi said with a wink, pulling the man's shirt over her head.
Akira was soon greeted with the heavenly sight of his girlfriend's naked body. The sexiest parts of Hifumi's body, the ones that had been purposefully obscured from him in the picture, quickly occupied his focus. Hifumi's nipples were rock hard. They were also somewhat red and puffy. As if Hiroshi had given them plenty of attention, either with his fingers or his mouth.
Hifumi's pussy was an incredible sight as well. It’s appearance was unlike what Akira had seen before. Aside from the fact that his girlfriend's pussy was entirely hairless now (a choice apparently made for her shogi instructor's benefit and not his own), it was also rather pink. It was completely obvious that she had been very well fucked, and recently too.
The slight possibility that Hifumi had actually fucked her shogi instructor before sending that picture, despite what she had said, entered Akira's mind. But he quickly dismissed it. Hifumi had just been being a tease. Unique among Akira's girlfriends, Hifumi "got" his fetish at a deeper level than any of the rest. Sometimes it was as if she knew what he wanted better than he himself did.
Akira tried to say something here, but his breath was literally taken away by the sight of Hifumi's body. His girlfriend smiled at him and turned away to face the mirror. She reached over to take hold of something on the sink, and Akira realized that she had placed her purse there earlier.
"Take the tags off the lingerie and put it on me." Hifumi ordered Akira coolly, looking through her purse.
Akira did as he was told, too turned on to do otherwise. He pulled out an emerald green bra from the shopping bag and took off the tags. Even though green wasn’t really Akira’s favorite color, he did admire how the rich color went with the black lace trim of the bra. He did the same with the pair of emerald green panties that went with the bra. As he did so, Hifumi had gotten her makeup out of her purse and seemed intent on fixing her appearance.
Hifumi gave Akira a brief smile before returning her attention to the mirror in front of her. She did at least extend her arms, making it easier for him to put the bra on her. Akira slid the straps gently up her arms and hooked the bra behind her back. Even though the lacey green bra blocked the sight of her nipples, it pushed her breasts up nicely together, giving his girlfriend some very attractive cleavage.
Hifumi refreshed her lipstick while looking intently at her reflection. Akira kneeled next to her, panties in hand. It was really very exciting to be helping his girlfriend dress for the benefit of another man, especially considering how closely she was paying attention to her appearance. It was clear that Hifumi wanted to look her best for Hiroshi's sake, and took it entirely for granted that her boyfriend would help her do it. Hifumi raised her feet to step into the panties Akira was holding without even looking in his direction. And as Akira pulled the emerald green panties up Hifumi's smooth legs, he had no choice but to conclude that she was right.
His task finished, Akira remained kneeling and watched as Hifumi carefully refreshed her eyeliner, mascara, and blush, so that the face looking back at her in the mirror was sheer perfection. His girlfriend could give a model on any magazine cover a run for her money. Hifumi turned her head back and forth, looking at her reflection from different angles, then nodded to herself. His girlfriend turned away from the mirror and seemed to remember Akira's presence then, smiling down at him.
Akira couldn't help himself. He leaned forward and kissed Hifumi's upper thighs, his lips landing lightly on her smooth skin. From the angle he was viewing her from, Hifumi looked as though she was a goddess. And like any goddess, she wished to be worshipped. Hifumi let out a contented sigh every time Akira kissed her legs. Before they had started this game, Hifumi might have been too embarrassed to fully enjoy herself like this. But now, his girlfriend had the requisite confidence and sense of entitlement to accept that Akira's worshipful attitude was simply what she was due.
"Want to hear a little about what we got up to earlier?" Hifumi asked coyly, watching Akira's worshipful actions.
"Absolutely." Akira answered rapidly, alive with curiosity.
"Well, for the first hour or so we just talked about shogi. Hiroshi-sensei has incredible insight into the game. I wouldn't have minded if we had stuck to that topic, but he had other ideas." Hifumi pronounced, smiling ruefully.
Of course he did. From what Hifumi had told Akira earlier, Hiroshi could hardly be alone with a woman for more than a few minutes without flirting with her. According to rumor, the female shogi league that Hifumi was a member of was replete with his conquests. Considering how easily the man had gotten into his girlfriend's panties, the rumor was undoubtedly true.
"He's quite the smooth talker. Although I'm sure the wine I brought helped. Somehow the conversation moved pretty naturally from shogi to whether I was dating anyone. I told him the truth, of course." Hifumi said leadingly.
"What do you mean?" Akira asked slowly, continuing to kiss his girlfriend's thighs.
"I told Hiroshi-sensei that I had a very nice boyfriend who would understand if something were to happen between me and my instructor." Hifumi said with definite amusement in her voice.
"And what did he say?" Akira asked again, his cock hardening in his pants once more.
"Say? Oh, a man like Hiroshi-sensei doesn't waste time talking when he's given the green light. Before I knew it, we were kissing." Hifumi explained, her eyebrows rising.
Akira couldn't help but feel a submissive thrill, both at the mental image of his girlfriend kissing another man and from the fact that Hifumi felt the need to explain to Akira how an alpha male acted. Of course, Akira could hardly dispute what his girlfriend was implying. He was, after all, on his knees in front of her, kissing her thighs while she talked about the man who had fucked her earlier.
"I couldn't believe how good of a kisser Hiroshi-sensei is. Somehow we spent half an hour on the sofa just making out. Every few minutes he would strip me of my clothes, little by little. By the time he slid my panties down, I was beyond ready." Hifumi said in a slightly huskier tone, as if the memory itself was exciting to her.
Akira's cock throbbed at the image Hifumi was painting in his mind. Now Akira had gotten the confirmation he wanted. While he was in the movie theater, idly watching the screen and fantasizing about what his girlfriend was up to, Hifumi had indeed been kissing her instructor and allowing him to strip her until she was entirely naked in front of him.
"But then you texted me. I told Hiroshi-sensei it was my boyfriend, which made him laugh. I asked to be excused for a few minutes so I could send you a picture. He allowed it but said that I had to turn my phone off when I was done. So I could give him my undivided attention." Hifumi explained again, her eyes twinkling.
"And did you?" Akira asked softly, already knowing the answer.
"Of course. Hiroshi-sensei deserved it. Wouldn't you agree?" Hifumi asked in return, her eyebrows rising again.
Akira didn't answer immediately. He had the sense that Hifumi's question was rather important. His girlfriend seemed to be asking for his blessing when it came to prioritizing what her instructor wanted over what Akira himself did, at least while they were playing this game. If he said yes, it probably meant that more experiences like having his texts be ignored while she was fucking Hiroshi would be in store for Akira. Was that okay?
Earlier, he had been annoyed that Hifumi hadn't answered his texts, thereby allowing Akira's anxiety to build. But Akira had also been surprisingly excited from being ignored like that. Akira was also turned on by how Hifumi seemed to be framing the situation: Alpha men like her shogi instructor had certain expectations of their women, and betas like her boyfriend needed to accept that if their unusual relationship was to work.
Hifumi was probably right about the situation. Akira had no doubt that he was more important to Hifumi than her shogi instructor, and that if he was unwilling to subordinate his desires to Hiroshi's, then the man (great kisser or not) would be the one left in the cold. But as Akira continued to kiss his girlfriend's upper thighs, getting closer and closer to her pussy, he realized that he was willing to go along with that dynamic. Akira wanted this to work.
"Absolutely." Akira answered simply.
Hifumi gazed at him for a few seconds, then nodded slightly. Akira couldn’t help but swallow nervously. Whatever particular idea was behind that nod, Akira had just persuaded his girlfriend that he was fine with it. Hifumi allowed Akira to continue kissing her upper thighs until he succumbed to the desire to plant a light, worshipful kiss over her lace panty-covered pussy. The same pussy that Hiroshi had conquered earlier, and would almost certainly be enjoying again before the night was over.
"Would you like to hear about what we did after that?" Hifumi said in the same leading tone as before, this time with a wicked look in her eyes.
"Yes." Akira answered at once, continuing to kiss his girlfriend's pussy over her panties.
“Well, I could tell you...but on second thought, I don’t want to keep Hiroshi-sensei waiting too long. Let’s head back to the living room.” Hifumi said coolly, turning to walk out of the bathroom without bothering to see if Akira was following her.
Not that she needed to. Akira scrambled to his feet and followed his girlfriend, entranced by the sight in front of him. The emerald green panties he had purchased for Hifumi cupped her ass nicely, so that it swayed fetchingly with each step his girlfriend took. Akira was close enough to reach out and grab a feel. He wanted to do it. But Akira was a little too inhibited to do so. Unlike the man who was waiting in the other room.
The sound of light jazz was coming from the living room. Hiroshi appeared to have put some music on. He was still sitting on the sofa, drink in hand, when they came in. Akira saw Hiroshi's eyes widen at the incredible sight of Hifumi in lingerie that just happened to be in his favorite color. Courtesy of Akira, naturally. But if the man was grateful to him for buying it, he showed no sign. Hiroshi only had eyes for his girlfriend's lovely form.
"I must say, that was certainly worth the wait, Hifumi-kun." Hiroshi said with a laugh, draining his glass.
Hiroshi set his empty glass down on the table next to the shogi board. Akira saw that the pieces, which had been all over the board, were now in their original position. Did that mean something? Akira could simply ask, but he had gotten used to being led around tonight and was content to wait to find out.
Hifumi smiled at the man and sat down right next to Hiroshi on the sofa. Akira was momentarily spellbound by the sight of his lingerie-clad girlfriend sitting so close to another man, but after a second or two he sat down on one of the armchairs. A satisfied smile appeared on Hiroshi's face. It was probably because Hifumi had chosen to sit next to him, along with Akira's implicit acceptance of that.
"I'd wanted to ask Hifumi-kun this, but how long have you two been dating, Akira-kun?" Hiroshi asked in a conversational tone.
"Six months, Tachibana-san." Akira answered easily.
"I see. You two must have quite a bond, if you're comfortable letting her play around like this." Hiroshi said with a chuckle.
Of course Hiroshi would view it like that. The man in the relationship determining what he "let" his girlfriend do. That was hardly Hifumi and Akira's dynamic, however. He could try to explain that, but the man probably wouldn't understand. Hiroshi likely thought Akira was simply too much of a pussy to stop Hifumi from having her cake and eating it too, at least when it came to guys. So why bother arguing with someone who had such a two-dimensional view of relationships?
"I would like to think we do, yes." Akira said firmly, nodding.
Hifumi smiled warmly at Akira then, though her eyes flicked to the empty wine glasses on the table. After a second or two, Akira got the hint and stood up from the armchair he was occupying. He picked up the bottle of wine and filled the two glasses next to it. That being done, Akira picked up the wine glasses and held them out to his girlfriend and her shogi instructor. There was no glass for him to drink, however, so Akira simply put the bottle down and returned to his seat.
"Thank you, Akira-san. You're too kind." Hiroshi said with just the smallest mocking edge in his voice, accepting the glass and taking a deep drink.
"He really is. I'm lucky to have him." Hifumi said pleasantly to her instructor, sipping from her wine glass.
Akira smiled back at his girlfriend but said nothing. He did not miss how skillfully Hifumi had established Akira's submissive role between the three of them, and all without needing to speak a single word. Simply choosing to sit beside Hiroshi and encouraging Akira to serve the two of them drinks had been enough to ensure that her instructor did not need to do any "flexing", so to speak, to know he was the alpha in the room.
Hiroshi drained his glass first and set it on the table, sitting up on the edge of the sofa. The older man was regarding Akira with a combination of amusement and curiosity on his face. No doubt he had fucked quite a number of women who were in a relationship, but it was probably the first time he had encountered a man who seemed to enjoy his girlfriend running around on him.
"What do you say we play a game, Akira-kun? I'd like to know more about you, and I've always said that a man's truest character will come out on the board." Hiroshi offered, motioning toward the shogi board on the table between them.
Akira looked down at the glass table but said nothing. So that was why the shogi pieces had been returned to their original position. Hiroshi wanted the opportunity to thrash Akira over the board in front of his girlfriend. Hifumi's efforts to peacefully settle their roles had been in vain, it seemed. His girlfriend gave Akira a sympathetic smile as she set her glass down on the table, though she didn’t seem to want to intervene beyond that. Akira returned her smile with a rueful one of his own, knowing that he had no chance against the man. Hifumi herself regularly destroyed Akira in shogi, and this guy was one of the top professional players in Japan.
"I doubt I'd be able to give you much of a challenge, Tachibana-san." Akira answered honestly.
"Well, that's why they have handicaps. How's a six-piece edge sound?" Hiroshi offered in a jocular fashion.
Akira flushed for a moment. He knew what the various handicap levels in shogi were by now, and a six-piece advantage was the largest recognized handicap between players of different skill levels. It was the equivalent of one player giving up their queen in chess, or nine stones in Go.
"Hmm. What do you think, Hifumi?" Akira asked his girlfriend, looking over at her.
Akira didn't particularly see any value in playing a game of shogi with the man, but he was curious about what his girlfriend wanted. Hifumi was looking at the board in that intent way she often did while formulating one of her plans. Just seeing that look made Akira equal parts nervous and excited.
"I think...you guys should have something to play for." Hifumi answered finally, looking wickedly at Akira.
The temperature in the room suddenly rose a degree or two. Both Akira and Hiroshi couldn't help but stare at Hifumi, sitting there looking quite regal in her sophisticated lingerie and immaculate-applied makeup. Hiroshi recovered first, and he spoke the question both of them wanted to know.
"Such as?" Hiroshi asked leadingly.
"Originally I was going to say that whoever wins gets to have me, but..." Hifumi said slowly, cocking her head slightly.
"But I won't have that. Sorry, Akira-kun. I'm the only one who gets to fuck this beautiful girl, at least in my apartment." Hiroshi said with complete frankness, giving Akira a somewhat challenging look.
Hifumi giggled and nodded, looking as though her instructor's behavior was entirely expected. This was indeed one of those "alpha" traits that Hifumi foresaw, and that Akira needed to accept if he wanted proceedings to continue. With that in mind, Akira gave a small nod, his face somewhat red.
"I understand, Tachibana-san." Akira said tightly.
Hiroshi capitalized on Akira's submissive admission and put his arm around Hifumi, drawing her closer to him. Hifumi settled against her instructor's side warmly, though her eyes remained on Akira across from them.
"Well then, how about this? If my boyfriend wins, he gets to watch us here. If you win, sensei, we go to the bedroom and he has to listen outside the door." Hifumi offered wickedly.
"I can't object to that. Sounds like I win in either case." Hiroshi said with a laugh.
"Indeed. What do you say, Akira?" Hifumi asked softly, gazing at him.
Akira swallowed, captivated by Hifumi's dark green eyes. He had once again been maneuvered by his girlfriend in a position where his fantasy could be realized, but only on terms favorable to Hifumi. His girlfriend was going to get what she wanted regardless, but Akira could only do the same by going along with her. Akira would be lying if he said he wasn't turned on by the dynamic between them.
"Alright then." Akira answered simply, leaning forward in his chair closer to the table and removing six pieces from Hiroshi's side of the board.
"I won't give him any hints, sensei. But don't be surprised if I try to distract you a little." Hifumi said to her instructor, turning her gaze over to him and dropping her voice sexily.
Hiroshi turned to look at her, their lips inches away from each other. His girlfriend took the opportunity to demonstrate how serious she was by kissing her shogi instructor gently. Hiroshi kissed her back much more firmly, leaving Akira to squirm in his chair across from them. Hiroshi broke off their kiss after about ten seconds, but it was clear to Akira how into it his girlfriend had become. From her flushed cheeks and lidded eyes, they'd still be kissing if Hifumi had her way.
"Would you mind moving the pieces for me, Akira-kun? I might have my hands full with this beauty here." Hiroshi said with another laugh.
Hiroshi proved his point by reaching out with his free hand to caress the edges of Hifumi's bra, his fingers moving along the black lace trim of it. Akira nodded, spellbound by the sight in front of him. He had always found Hifumi sexy, but seeing his girlfriend in the arms of another man made her seem almost impossibly attractive to him. This always happened to Akira: he would only be seized powerfully by the desire to fuck one of his girlfriends when it was past the point of no return, when another man would have the chance to enjoy her body and he would not.
"P-76." Hiroshi called out, turning back to kiss Hifumi once more as soon as he spoke.
"P-34." Akira said aloud, moving both pawns to their indicated squares.
Akira's side of the board had more pieces than Hiroshi, due to the handicap the other man had started with. It meant that Akira could play a little bolder than usual. Hifumi had taught him the principles of shogi, one of which was to try to trade down when ahead on material. If fewer pieces were on the board, the material difference between the players would become more pronounced. With the strategy Hifumi had taught him in mind, Akira moved his pawns aggressively up the board. He continually offered trades that might not put him in a better position overall, but would put Hiroshi in a bind if he didn't want to keep trading away material.
Hiroshi didn't seem to be bothered, however. He continued to call out moves in between bouts of increasingly passionate kissing. The older man was indeed being distracted by Hifumi, but the same was true for Akira. How could he press his advantage when the sight of the man sliding fingers inside of one of Hifumi's bra cups was occupying his focus? Akira was so distracted by the sight that he ended up blundering a rook, moving it too far into Hiroshi's side of the board.
Hifumi spared a glance at the board, undoubtedly sizing up the position in seconds. His girlfriend kept her word and declined to offer Akira any hints, but she apparently felt that he required some additional assistance from her nevertheless. That was why Hifumi swung her leg over her instructor's lap so that she was straddling Hiroshi, her long dark hair fanning out behind her as she moved.
Hiroshi grinned at Hifumi's bold decision and drew her closer to him. In seconds, they were kissing once more, with the man's hands roving up and down Hifumi's body. Akira watched as Hiroshi caressed his girlfriend gently, paying special attention to her hips and ass, covered only by the thin panties Hifumi was wearing.
From the position they were in, Hifumi's pussy was pressing against the front of Hiroshi's crotch. Akira could see the man's cock hardening beneath his robe, and it looked to be quite a bit larger than Akira's own. The knowledge that the man had already sampled his girlfriend's pussy earlier, and would do so again shortly, made Akira's cock hardened considerably. He came near to blundering one of his knights. But Akira wanted the privilege of seeing them fuck very much, so he buckled down and refocused on the board.
Akira still had the advantage, even as he realized that some of his pieces were in danger of being trapped now. He began working on extricating them from danger. Now that he was playing more cautiously, Hiroshi's greater level of distraction (mostly from the way Hifumi had begun grinding herself slowly on his crotch) made itself felt here. Akira felt more and more confident as the game went on. At least until was too captivated by the way Hifumi was practically giving her instructor a lap dance in front of him. Akira fell for a simple fork, forcing him to give up a lance in order to save one of his gold generals.
Although Hifumi wasn't facing the board (and appeared to be too excited to care much about the state of the game), she could read the mirth on her instructor's face as Akira's lance fell to him. Hifumi tossed her hair in an annoyed fashion and pushed herself off Hiroshi, only to sink to her knees in front of him on the sofa.
Both Akira and Hiroshi gaped as Hifumi untied the man's black robe, freeing his cock. It was indeed longer and thicker than Akira's own. Hifumi wasted no time before going down on it, taking the man's cock in between her beautiful lips. Akira's own cock was fully hard at this point. He couldn't believe how willing (and eager) Hifumi appeared to be to give her instructor oral sex. Hifumi never seemed to want to do that for Akira, but perhaps it wasn't so surprising. Maybe Hifumi saw it as a submissive act that she was willing to do for her instructor, but not her boyfriend.
Regardless of the answer, and regardless of how captivating the sight of his girlfriend giving another man a worshipful blowjob was, Akira was still less distracted than Hiroshi. The man couldn't take his eyes off of Hifumi, and he couldn't help but let out a satisfied grunt every time his girlfriend's lips went all the way down on his shaft.
When had Hifumi become so good at giving oral sex? Akira had no idea when his girlfriend had built up her skill at that. It certainly hadn't been with Akira. The slight suspicion that she had slept with her shogi instructor before this entered his mind once more, but again Akira dismissed the idea. Hifumi wouldn't have done that. Would she?
Even with this new distraction in mind, Akira began winning handily. Hiroshi seemed not to care about the state of the board anymore, though he continued to call out moves. Not when Hifumi was giving him a fantastic, albeit slow, blowjob. His girlfriend's sedate pace seemed to be done to distract her instructor as much as possible without actually making him cum.
By the time Akira had checkmated Hiroshi's king, the man was nearly there anyway. But when Akira called out the final move, Hifumi ceased her blowjob. Her lips came off of Hiroshi's cock with a slight pop, and she pushed herself back up on the sofa, straddling her shogi instructor once more.
"Well done, Akira. Enjoy your reward." Hifumi said brightly, turning her neck to look at Akira for a brief second, blowing him a kiss as she did.
Hifumi's lipstick was smudged slightly, though the rest of her makeup remained intact. Akira was consumed by the desire to kiss his girlfriend then, but he had to make do with her blown kiss instead. Hifumi then reached down to pull her panties to one side, ******** her hairless pussy. Akira could see how wet his girlfriend was, indicating that she had enjoyed sucking Hiroshi quite a bit.
Now was the time. Finally, after an evening full of teasing, taunting, and manipulation, Akira would get to see his beautiful girlfriend making love with another man. Akira quickly got up from his chair and sank to his knees, just trying to get to a better angle from which he could see it.
Hiroshi had been allowing Hifumi to make all the moves up to this point, but as soon as her pussy was free and clear, the older man grabbed her hips and forced her down on his cock. Hifumi arched her back in clear satisfaction as her pussy was filled to the brim. With how wet she was, even Hiroshi's large cock slipped inside it easily, only stopping once every inch was nestled inside her pussy.
Akira couldn't help himself: he unzipped his pants and began masturbating to the sight in front of him. He knew, without a doubt, that Hiroshi's cock could satisfy his girlfriend far better than his own ever could. And as Hifumi began riding her instructor's cock (aided by Hiroshi's hands on her hips, which helped her bounce up and down on it), Akira knew that the two people in front of him were perfect for each other physically. Perhaps not emotionally, but even at this early stage, Hifumi was clearly having a fantastic time.
His girlfriend was not the type to be loud in bed, even with a man she was far more physically compatible with, but Hifumi made her enjoyment clear through the eager, almost desperate way she rode his cock. His girlfriend also wrapped her arms around her instructor's body, kissing him with a passion that dwarfed every kiss they had previously shared.
Hiroshi took his hands off Hifumi's hips, leaving her to bounce on his cock by herself for a bit. That was because he wanted to tease her nipples. The man reached out and unhooked Hifumi's bra with the greatest of ease. His girlfriend's bra (which Akira had bought hours earlier) fell from her shoulders, ******** her breasts to her instructor's gaze. Hiroshi reached up to tease her nipples with his fingers, causing Hifumi to moan prettily, at least when Hiroshi's tongue wasn't in her mouth or vice versa.
Hifumi was on the verge of cumming. Akira knew the signs well, though Hifumi had always seemed ******* of them herself: her back steadily arching, her toes curling, and the volume of her muffled cries becoming louder as she lost control. Hifumi stopped bouncing on Hiroshi's cock as her orgasm crested inside her, but the man only laughed a bit and returned his hands to her hips, forcing Hifumi to continue riding him even through her orgasm.
And what an orgasm it was. Akira had never seen Hifumi lose herself so completely. Though Hifumi had certainly cum before with him, her orgasms had never been so overwhelming. Hiroshi only grinned as the beautiful girl in his lap orgasmed powerfully, her pussy no doubt spasming nicely around his cock. He didn't look surprised at all, which indicated to Akira that Hifumi had cum just like this before, and possibly even more than that in the past, if Akira's unlikely suspicions were correct.
Had Hifumi slept with her instructor before tonight? Akira, totally turned on and on the verge of cumming as he was, found the idea surprisingly exciting. Though a part of him might have felt betrayed if she had, the living proof of how wonderful the sex was between these two made Akira feel as though he would understand.
Hiroshi appeared to be nearing his own limit as well. Perhaps the man had stamina to spare, but he had just been on the receiving end of Hifumi's unexpectedly impressive oral skills just a short while ago. His self-control couldn't last forever, not after experiencing the twin pleasures given to him by Hifumi's mouth and pussy.
With an immensely satisfied-sounding grunt, Hiroshi pulled Hifumi down so that every centimeter of his cock was buried inside her, then came. Akira's eyes widened as he saw the man's cock pulse again and again. And his breath quickened as he realized that every drop of cum the man had stored in his balls was currently being shot into his girlfriend. That simple realization was too much for him: Akira came hard himself, even though his own hand was the only thing pleasuring him.
Hifumi threw her head and let out a singular, incredibly sexy moan as her pussy was filled with the man's cum. Hiroshi's orgasm looked like it had come on the tail end of her own, and Akira's girlfriend collapsed against her instructor's chest, her energy completely spent.
After a minute or so in which everyone was too busy recovering to do much of anything, Hiroshi began kissing Hifumi once more. Akira watched as Hifumi kissed her instructor back readily. There was little to no passion remaining in their kiss, instead, it was full of tenderness and intimacy. Seeing their easy comfort with each other's bodies, Akira couldn't help but conclude that his (still unproven) suspicions were looking more and more likely. They didn't look as though their first sexual experience together was only a few hours ago. More like a few weeks ago. The timing lined up pretty well with the first time Akira had told his girlfriend about his fantasy.
However, Akira said nothing right now. If Hifumi wished to confess anything later, he would listen and forgive her. And if Hifumi wanted to keep it a secret and pretend that nothing had happened, then Akira understood that as well. Hifumi would almost certainly have shut down the man’s flirting had Akira not told her about his fantasy of seeing his girlfriend sleep with another man.
"I hope you didn't have plans for later, Hifumi-kun. Because you're spending the night here." Hiroshi said firmly, as soon as they had broken off their extended kiss.
"Only if Akira can stay too." Hifumi returned in a tired fashion, pushing herself off of her shogi instructor's chest.
Akira was at least relieved that his girlfriend was committed to including him from now on. Possibly because Hifumi thought the sex she had with Hiroshi was even hotter with her boyfriend watching, but Akira appreciated it nevertheless. Hifumi searched around for her bra for a moment, found it on the sofa beside them, and put it back on a smooth motion.
"Of course he can. But we'll be moving this to the bedroom later." Hiroshi said with a laugh, sounding admirably indefatigable.
"You haven't had enough yet?" Hifumi asked, sounding a little incredulous.
"Not nearly. I'll have you moaning my name before the night is out, Hifumi-kun. And your boyfriend can watch it happen...if he asks nicely." Hiroshi said boastfully, grinning at Akira.
Hifumi threw Akira a quick glance. The look she gave him clearly took in the fact that Akira was on his knees, and a wicked smile appeared on her face as realized that he had cum to the sight of her and Hiroshi together. Although that might not have been the only thing Hifumi noticed. Akira looked down at himself and was surprised to see that his cock was still hard, even after cumming only a few minutes ago. That had certainly not been the case when he and Hifumi had made love in the past.
"Oh, I'm sure he will. And he doesn't, then he can listen at the door instead." Hifumi pronounced with a voice thick with amusement, looking supremely satisfied with how her plan for tonight had gone.
