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It should be easy y’know. People do this on accident all the time. I don’t know what’s taking so long.
“Just lie on your back and let it happen” the doctor said.
“Its all in your head” a therapist said.
Neku gave them the lashing they deserved, but at the same time, their words echo in my head. Each time the pregnancy test shows only one line…
We have been proactive about trying to have a baby. We use a period tracker and I stuff myself with a cocktail of vitamins. I’ve had my ass lifted by God knows how many pillows, I’ve delegated my workload during fashion week to plan out our sex nights. Not to mention I accidentally knocked out one of Neku’s wisdom teeth when he tried giving me a basal temperature check. We have tried everything.
Speaking of work, I have been making adjustments into my work schedule. Nothing unmanageable, just lowering stress which was advised even before all of this. Guess it shows considering I had prepared several seasons worth of designs months ahead of time. Neku’s been such a help, taking in extra jobs on the side.
I look at the text he left me a little while ago.
“Will b a bit late. The mag wants alt pics for new line. Maybe an hour tops”
He really does put in the effort despite starting as a model for my company. What began as just a favor became a calling to Neku. Now he gets calls from all over the world and from fashion lines all bigger than us. As much as he wants to be loyal to my brand, I always push him to expand his horizons. We need the money. And the connections.
“Take your time” I text back. It takes a little over a minute as I fight autocorrect, but eventually I get what I need to say to go through. It’s like the universe knows I want him to stay late. To delay the plan. To delay the inevitable.
I must admit I’m struggling to get off the couch in our apartment living room. I look at the TV noticing I must have dazed out of the show I was watching earlier. What began as the daily news became a cheesy soap opera. I change the channel to find something that can keep my mind off things until it’s time to go. I surf until I find a commercial that features Neku. It’s rather uninspired. Just a couple on the beach, faking intimacy for a perfume that I didn’t care to know the name of, playing a classic song everyone forgot until then. My husband is in the background looking away from the couple but still posing lying on a beach towel. His bare chest with a black pair of board shorts. Sometimes I forget I’m married to that. Not just Neku, but the beautiful man on the screen.
My husband has made the effort to maintain his health, especially in our plan to conceive. He’s got the regimen and diet plan but nothing too outrageous. He is mostly methodical about his job, doesn’t say too much or bring it up as the highlight of his day. Not to say that I don’t enjoy the way he looks, but he finds the attention he gets in live settings a bit too much. He prefers posed modeling in a studio then walking a runway. Fashion shows are mainly for bread and butter but he prefers that disconnect, something that our photographers agree with.
“He brings a certain smolder, a certain mystery that can only be achieved through limited contact. He’s sexy but he has a past behind those eyes, pain but you see he uses that as his strength. Whenever I take his picture, the camera captures it leaving the viewer wanting to know what’s going on inside his head.” Shinji was always one to talk too much but damn can he make my husband’s ass look good in jeans.
No one questions me for the sake of their career but I think everyone knows how deep our relationship goes. How much we know how deep Shibuya goes. How we met. With him at my throat. I can sometimes feel choking, not as much anymore, but sometimes when we…
I hear my phone ring, the alarm has gone off. I shake my head to leave my worries at home and grab my supply bag at the end table next to the door. I make my way to my small light blue car to secure our reservation at the Cherry Blossom Hotel.
Joshua has been very adamant about this hotel. They don’t ask too many questions and they are somewhat aware of the reapers game. A bit seedy but they are very liberal to what happens inside. From what I heard, it has a reputation for single night stays but Josh tells me it’s for players of a certain age, usually as a last hurrah. Aside from the players, he told us they have a really good “success record”. Personally all of that didn’t matter after he said that he will be paying for the stay. Not that we couldn’t but he had it clear it was his privilege. And in a way he wasn’t wrong. But at the same time…
About a month ago he stood at the door frame to our bedroom. It had been 3 days since I had to say goodbye to another one. I didn’t even the strength to name this one. I made an effort to sit up straight from my bed to look towards him. He stood right next to my husband, who looked stressed at the moment, with light bags under his eyes which were noticeably red and puffy. We were so close. Josh looked over to me and handed Neku a bag of oranges and a couple forget me nots. As my husband left the room he approached me with a relaxed demeanor. I had a feeling this visit was more than meant to be comforting. He gave me a hug and he asked about my well being. I echoed what my new doctor said. I was too exhausted to go any further into detail. We made small talk despite the circumstances until I was speaking to him with a clearer head. My husband provided tea to ease the tension. We spoke on work and our friends until he asked.
“You really want a child, don’t you?” it wasn’t asked in the way he would speak to most people, with that air of superiority. He spoke to me with an understanding of who I was. Despite my meek demeanor, he is among the few people that have told me that if I needed something, I would get it. Whether I stripped my future husband in the middle of the street or fought through hell and back to being him back to life and save Shibuya, I won’t back down. But damn, it hurt getting there. Despite the pain and the heartbreak, I answer truthfully.
“I would love them more than life.”
“I have this idea…” Josh answered back…
I stare at the exterior of the hotel, with a reddish pink hue mixed with the paint and the lights from the night life around it. It’s only about 4 stories high but it’s rather cozy in its location. It’s rather small and out of the way. Right next to a small ramen shop and a sex toy store. It seems like this building was planned out perfectly. I walk in to smell roses coming from a single candle near the register in the small lobby if you could even call it that. Just two chairs and a small round table and that’s it. Not even a rug under them, both on a wood floor. I check in with Joshua’s information and they give me directions to our room with barely any acknowledgment .
I see the room is rather plain despite a wonderful view, with the entire wall on facing the beautiful lights of Shibuya. I think to myself that perhaps this being a love hotel was more of a accommodation for how loud and bright the city could be. After all, the lights from the street light up the room enough that with all the lights off, you could still see a person’s face in the mirror. Just as I see my own in front of the sliding closet door, which takes up almost the entirety of one of the walls. I look at my black blouse and rouge pencil skirt combo, I admit I look a little bit like a bottle of nail polish but I don’t plan on wearing this too long.
I redirect my sight to the small alarm clock reflecting in the mirror. I have maybe an hour until Neku arrives, so maybe a light freshening up in the shower can calm my nerves. I take out the two piece from the D&B collection and bring them with me. The bathroom is rather unremarkable, despite Josh’s recommendation. Nothing dirty or rotting but I’m a little let down by the stand in shower. It’s nothing to complain about but I didn’t hate the idea of a romantic bath. But considering this hotel serves a certain purpose, I suppose a not risking a slip is an acceptable inconvenience. I place the black bikini style panties on the sink countertop and I strip down to my white panties. Most nights, my plain whites do the job for Neku. He’s crazy about me but I noticed he takes his time taking care of me when I wear my white panties. The way he kissed me. It’s drawn out, his mouth is drawn out wider, his lips grip on my flesh. First my bottom lip then he works his way down until he is slurping my breasts. He doesn’t overstay his welcome despite a teasing grip on my nipples but he works himself down my stomach until he greets himself to my crotch. To say that he loves seeing me from down there doesn’t match how much he enjoys pulling my panties with his teeth. Not just off but he reaches out for first base quicker than when we kiss. He practically engulfed my crotch licking up and down like I was a soft serve cone. Teasing me by not removing the cloth but massaging me above it. I’m woken from my erotic daydream as I hear the door open. It barely registers in me I had been having a steamy shower in more ways than one.
I quickly shut the water valve and rip a towel from the rack. I dry myself from top to bottom as quickly as I could, hollering to whoever it is at the door.
“Neku, is that you?”
“Ill be out here outside the room until you are ready.” Neku answered back.
Showtime. I quickly put tie my bra and the bikini panties. Granted I won’t be wearing these for long, but I want to feel sexy. I take a look into the mirror, to see the vision in my head.
It looks…decent. I’m happy to say I’ve developed more in the years since Neku’s return, but it’s nothing compared to what Neku first saw me as. As Eri.
She would on occasion tell me she’s jealous of my figure. So dainty, slim, cute. She told me I could wear anything and it would probably fit. I look proper, but this was usually after her parents complained she looked “loose” showing so much skin.
I lied to myself for a long time that I was jealous of her body. Whenever I fell asleep I dreamt I was giving her measurements for my greatest designs. I would hug her measuring her blossoming bust. I would run my hands down her long creamy legs. Staring at that love line that paints a beautiful vector to a part I have never seen of her. Those hips were so wide I had to help tailor her skirts to prevent her from busting her seams. I never knew that she believed in me and my dreams in the way that she did.
Days before our engagement, I confided Neku in my crush. Most women would expect to have it dismissed as either a childhood triviality or something to be concerned about, but at that point I knew who Neku was. He didn’t disappoint. He understood me, and if he didn’t understand, he didn’t question me. Granted he took the opportunity to share he too had some lingering eyes of his male friends so while that maybe a turn off for some women, I didn’t think it was anything to feel ashamed of. I move my shoulder blades back to emphasize my breasts as I make sure the bottom was wedged and secured, letting my cheeks peek out. The lace finish really compliments with the strings on the side that should be easy to pull off from its simple knot.
I walk out of the bathroom and make my way to the bed. The recessed ceiling light was still off but the lights from outside let me look directly up into the mirror above me. The wedge pillow gave me a good view of my body on display in a spread eagle position. I can see in front of me across the room a good angle from where I see my crotch is the center piece for my husband.
“I’m ready”
My husband opens the door l, wear he leans against the door frame, with his right arm outstretched. He’s shirtless only wearing his plaid Gatto Nero jacket and as I look down…
Though the darkness made the color difficult to pin down, I immediately recognized the brand. Neku’s favorite.
Below his well maintained gut was a pair of briefs that left little to the imagination. Correction, swim briefs, as these were a prototype for a new line for Jupiter of the monkey. I can’t tell if blue or purple but what is definite is the slanted silver “N” on the front. The “N” is prominent not only by its glitter but its raised by something pressing against it. The choice of the letter is quite appropriate: It serves as a monogram to my husband, it calls back to the nekiri pin and frankly, it does accurately compare his dick to an odachi.
Despite my mind too blank from staring at my husband’s crotch, I can’t stop myself from asking
“Did they let you take that from home from work?”
Whatever attempt to put on a seductive façade was dropped as he replied, struggling to not chuckle as he shares the true reason he was late.
“The guys at work found out what we were going to do tonight so they gave me these as a good luck charm” he emphasized by giving a few mild pelvic thrusts in the air, clearly taking his model coworkers jokes in stride.
I smirk at this, despite all he does to give sex appeal he’s at his sexiest when he doesn’t even try. I signal to him to the bed. He walks to the bed and crouches down at the foot of the bed. He crawls towards me and I am so entranced by the sight of Neku’s smile, I don’t realize the door closed after Neku came to bed. I feel his lips collide with mine. He rubs his lips against mine, beginning with sensual slow kisses that slowly evolve into feeling his tongue. I’m lost in his touch as I straddle my legs against him. Feeling the clothes rubbing together until I feel the bottom of my ankle touch a plush surface as I look into the mirror above me showing me everything.
It's not just a Speedo, but a delicious thong. Not a gaudy g string, as I see a single strap of fabric covering his hole but his toned cheeks reflect off the mirror above me. As Neku starts moving his mouth against my neck, I take the opportunity to look at the angle of his ass, as his body slides down mine. The blue fabric going down fades in and out if view as his cheeks flex as he starts making way to my chest.
He kisses the top of the bikini bra as he digs his hands under me in search for the string to release my breasts. He takes a moment to struggle to find the ends of the string, losing a bit of his momentum as he finds it. He gently pulls out the string and I feel the bra go slack. He tosses the bra aside and then starts sucking on my left breast as he starts groping my right. I’ve felt this sensation before but it’s always so amusing to see Neku go crazy over me. This being a unique opportunity I take the opportunity to look up at the mirror above us.
I’m greeted with not only my husband caressing me, taking the time to enjoy my body. But what peeked my interest, was focusing on the thong clad ass. Neku in his youth followed the baggy clothes trend something he looks back in shame despite being in fashion at the time. But as a man with a fitness routine with plenty of squats, his butt was perfectly fit and perky. Nowadays, as my model and muse, I use those glutes as my source of inspiration for my male line of clothes. His cheeks are well rounded with well trimmed hair, just enough to give them the needed warmth to have in your grasp. But through the lights reflecting off the mirror above me, I noticed something was happening to his thong. While the thong was ridden up in between his cheeks, saw the small bit of fabric covering his hole start rising out of the crevice. Indeed, I looked down at my husband who was sliding down my stomach and saw the line of fabric stretching away from his body, with something feeling the groove from the back of the underwear. With my libido on high and the heat going to my head, I remember.
We are not alone tonight.
I stare in wonder as I see the back of the thong be stretched out by nothing. In fact I barely even noticed that Neku greeting my panties with a soft kiss. But with that soft kiss I saw the purpose of the strange foreplay with our invisible friend as the thong quickly snapped back, alerting Neku of his partner. He sits up expecting no doubt to see the blonde behind him. But he sees what I see: nothing. As he looks away I feel a tug at the strings tying my bottoms. Very quickly my knot had been undone and the panties were being pulled from under me without husband knowing. But as my husband turned, I saw my panties fly on their own onto Neku’s face, with the inner lining hitting my husband’s face.
I will blame it on the excitement but I start giggling as I see my husband with my panties over his face. With the crotch piece already at his nose, Neku gave me a grin I’ve only seen when he’s ready to take down game masters and took a good sniff of the panties. He yanked off the panties and tossed them aside and quickly dove his face into me.
I arched my back in ecstasy as he absolutely devoured me, licking me like I was going to fade away. My eyes were wide open as I felt my heat rise, and with the mirror, I saw I was not the only one on the throes of passion providing lip service. I see my husband’s ass cheeks, now furrowed and depressing. His ass is being rolled and groped with noticeable handprints on each cheek, kneaded like dough. The cheeks are then spread with the fabric being pulled to the side, revealing my husband’s most private opening. Neku is no stranger to having me as an occupant to his hole, and while to most who not be as welcoming to the sight of their husbands hole, it was quite amusing to see my husband hitch as it became clear josh was snacking between his cheeks. As Joshua enjoyed my husband’s bubble butt, I guided my hands to the back of Neku’s head, guiding him to not only to lick but to dive his tongue in. As I started to feel my eclipse, I hear the smacking of my husband’s cheeks, as I saw the ripples of Joshua giving him a light spanking. It seems like this was a coded language as Neku adjusted himself as his thong was pulled off by the invisible force.
Neku’s engorged cock looked ready to poke my eye out, already leaking and ready to burst. We assumed the missionary position like we had discussed and slowly he entered me. It felt like a divine breath of fresh air had filled the room. Like destiny and a long journey home, Neku relaxed into me. I nod to him to keep going but it appeared Neku was in a state of ecstasy as well. It was interrupted as I saw the handprints return to Neku’s bubble butt as they were pushed him in, like dribbling a basketball. Despite the night being between me and my husband creating life, I couldn’t help but being drawn to the mirror above with the show that is being put on by Josh as he makes love to my husband. Whether his spit has lubrication properties or Neku had prepared himself, I see Neku’s cheeks pull inward , the butt being squished down by an invisible pelvis and his hole expand around nothing. It takes a brief minute but aside from the hard grunts and adjustments the two work in sync to plow. Joshua must have noticed my staring as he constantly exits and breaches Neku, hypnotizing me with the opening and closing of his hole.
I feel something course through me as our strange threesome was heading to a climax. My own butt was practically bouncing off the bed. I could feel myself nearly dying from the heat, especially as I saw my husband’s pecs were being moved on their own, his nipples being played with by the invisible lover deep inside him. My climax soon arrived shortly before my husband’s and in turn Joshua’s. On most nights we would have called it in. My husband spent and I try to make sure all of his nectar stays in. But not tonight, I can’t tell what influence Joshua has but I am ready to go again. And by the look how Neku’s dick is being pumped by Joshua, their stamina has been greatly increased. Neku motions towards me pushing me to the wall on our bed and we begin to move between my legs again. As he readies to enter again I look behind him to see Joshua.
He's bright, like almost white light, reflecting off the wall from outside. His penis is erect as well smiling warmly as Neku, now nearly primal, starts moving into me. Neku has told me about the wings, and claimed there was no true way to describe their beauty. I now hear witness to the truth I initially believed was just an exaggeration of Joshua’s beauty. The light reflecting off him made it seem he was a chandelier so pristine and untouched. We had come so far tonight and I am not sure if we were fully done. He looked beautiful like a marble statue come to life. MI first place my hands behind my husband’s back , gripping onto him as he slowly rose to his feet, my own body being carried onto the wall. I feel Neku supporting me with no effort. Whether or not lust has come over me, I guide my hands to his buttocks and pull his cheeks apart.
Joshua loses his smile but gains a look of intrigue as he cocks and eyebrow. Who knew my hormones would drive the angels curiosity. Josh then made his way to Neku and found his way into him once more. As they both gave each thrusts power, I could feel the beats of Josh’s angel wings. The coolness of the wall and the heat in front made the experience all the more exhilarating. Then as I close my eyes, getting lost in the feeling, I notice myself being dragged up the wall. I open my eyes to see we are now levitating, Joshua’s wings lifting both Neku and I towards the ceiling. As I start feeling my second climax, I see Joshua start to glow brighter, his eyes starting to shut, and his voice start to grunt. Neku sounds like a wild animal losing himself to his lust. Soon the light becomes too much and I close my eyes once more as I gasp into my second orgasm. I catch my breath but still feel myself in the air and open my eyes to the man in front of me.
I see before me a panicked Neku, gasping and afraid. Eyes darting across the room, but now those eyes are amethyst. It took me a moment to see that Joshua was gone. I could hear no beating of wings despite our current position in the air. I move my hand to his face.
“Josh?”
“yeah?” I hear a reverb of two voices speaking as one..
“Neku?” the man looks around and replies calmly
“Yeah.” It seems Josh’s powers are just as mysterious to him as it is to us. Slowly as he started into my eyes, he started up again. Slowly working his way into me as he lifted me. As I felt my sweaty body touch the mirror I saw Neku? Josh? The man in front of me had his arms and legs stretched out touching the mirror. As of he was the one pining me to the ceiling mirror. He thrusted into me into the ceiling bouncing it off the mirror no doubt leaving a stain I don’t know how to explain when the night is over. All I can do is embrace the being, letting the gravity take control of his pumps. Crawling across the ceiling as my pelvis is lightly battered and the mirror smudging. I don’t bother looking below me, as I’m just as afraid of falling as the mirror cracking. Perhaps his enhanced body took notice as we made our way off the ceiling to the other side of the room, crawling down the ceiling and wall. That’s not to say he left my body, like we were conjoined, he never took himself out, even going through a contortionist act to make sure he was still inside me. I was so worried he would let me fall, I barely forgot registered my last orgasm. Evidently that may have calmed my nerves as we touched the floor.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, now their voices were intertwined and in sync.
From a moment of confusion, I touched my face to see tears were streaming down my face. I focused on his face looking at me in concern. He stood in all his naked glory. As a boy, he was afraid to remove his pants back when I appeared as Eri, but now here his is completely bare with me as solely myself. I have a choice to either dismiss my feelings and move forward for another round or crash and burn with my feelings, falling to the ground. But this is Neku, despite everything that tells me the man in front of me is not.
“You’re just so beautiful.” I smile back at him. At my relief. At the love I will always share. And it looks like he shares the same feeling. Neku loves me through and through.
“In our eyes, you are beautiful too.” Neku exits my body to head towards the light switch. We had a good couple rounds and I’m content with what…and the second he turned on the lights, he disappeared. My husband disappeared like the shadows that were cast and now I stand alone in front of the mirror. And I see myself. Red marks lines my body from heavy petting and the suction and teasing against my flesh. The light bruising from our sexual acrobatics. Lower, I see my entrance, practically oozing from my husband’s work on me. Despite the way it looked, it felt like everything was still in place, especially how nothing fell from my body. I look like I made love to a score of men, the hand marks on my body a sign of desire, my bruises a medal of prowess. Everyone but Neku saw a meek mouse but I stare at the goddess now before me. No, not now, has always been.
My husband must have seen me come to this realization. I know he is always with me, whether in spirit, in person, or something in between. But as romantic as he is, I see he still has that vigor of a young man as I now feel him touching my body. Still transparent, I see my nipples being pressed inward with the familiar lips of my husband. And though I feel it, I see from the mirror in front of me, my reflection from my back from the mirror behind me. I see my butt being pulled and groped with the same vigor as Joshua has played with Neku. I close my eyes as he finally breaches me and open my eyes when I feel him inside of me. I look at the opening between my legs. My lower lips held open by an invisible cock. Not unlike the sight of my husband’s hole, but in brighter light, I can see deep into it. An endless tunnel of pink leading into me. I see it flex and gape as I see our fluids cover our organs. A disgusting but beautiful sight. I feel Neku starting to lift me up to let me ride him, and I oblige. Despite the silliness of seeing myself jumping air, I orgasm one last time by the sight of myself being absolutely ravaged. It’s bliss. I’m beautiful.
Upon my last orgasm, my husband lowered me down to my feet as I see him moan and arch his back, shutting his eyes. He drops down to his knees and I hurry to be by his side as I see josh had left his body, as evident as his eyes return to their normal color. Neku gasped and heaved as he tried to catch up with his body. I guide him, limping towards the bed. We had been warned this is common and is basically a intense refractory period. I don’t ask but Neku starts giggling that turns to joyous laughter. Comforted by his good spirits, I allow myself to laugh as well. Once he had called himself, I took a moment to take it all in. I’m all but certain I’m going to be a mother. The man responsible for it both lying next to naked and falling asleep and as it appears from the small balcony outside, sitting on a chair watching the city. Perhaps because of Josh’s abilities, I don’t feel as tuckered out as Neku, I get out of bed putting back on my white underwear and Neku’s jacket, walking to the sliding glass door to greet our friend on the balcony.
I will admit, I underestimated my husband’s taste in Joshua. When we first discussed what would need to happen for Joshua to fuse with my husband, most men would be insecure of receiving but seeing Joshua in a more relaxed state helped me see things his way. Despite Joshua hiding himself in our love session, I see the light reflecting off his silver glitter Speedo. Then again, the combination of moonlight and neon radiates off his pale skin and blonde hair. His well toned stomach is stretched out as he slumped in his chair. His definition defined by that sparkling Speedo gives me confirmation that Neku really had no downside to accepting the ritual. I can still see he semi hard, ready but not eager for another round. He looks like a teenage dream boy, youthful looks with a little chest hair all wrapped around his cool demeanor. He is solemn, like he just attended a funeral instead of a threesome.
“Thank you.” I break the tension.
“Don’t mention it.” He puts the tension back in it’s place. It was almost harsh, but I’ve heard this tone before. My then boyfriend unlearned this defense mechanism and it looks like I need to help Joshua this time.
“ Really though, I’m sure you had broken a lot of rules for us-“
“Not really.” He furrowed his brow, looking towards the city despite being almost naked. I don’t know if we can be seen but I think neither of us are an unwelcome sight. “I told them what I was planning and they gave me the go ahead. No guidance, just an ok.” Neku told me this is his most common mechanism, changing topics.
“You did pretty well, back there. For a moment, I thought things would get too rough” While I expect some bruises, I think the adrenaline helped alongside the pleasure.
“That was more your husband than I. I was more rough on him then he was with you.”
“But you were there too, I saw your eyes in place of his” I point out to him.
“He had control of his movement, I simply enhanced the experience.” He corrected.
“That wasn’t just him, you actually took more power. It hit all the right spots. Neku is no slouch but that was…divine.” I complement his ability to catch up with our pace.
“I guess I wasn’t bad for a rookie.” There’s a pause, and I try to broach the topic without confronting him.
“…I’m sure it is different when among men, not going to lie, you weren’t the only one enjoying the clapping of my husband’s cheeks. Wasn’t expecting to get wet from my husband’s gaping hole but you learn something new everyday” I laugh to myself. At least until I see Josh look downward.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, not only did I lose my virginity to a boy but also a girl tonight. If I told my self in life just that, I would have vomited.” He looks up, searching for some salvation from the rooftop, despite being able to leave at anytime. I don’t say anything to him. I can’t say anything to him. I pull myself a chair next to him.
“This must be a lot.” I feel like we took a little too much for granted. I should have asked for his history, but in my emotional state, I was too clouded to really look into Joshua.
“It’s the most.”
“Why did you bring up the idea to do all of this then?”
“Because I needed it…then I saw Neku needed it …” he looks at me, “then I saw you needed it.” Josh confessed, continuing in a much lighter tone.
“Most men don’t get thanked by women for screwing their husband, but it’s going to be even more awkward if Neku thanks me for screwing his wife.”
“I could imagine.”
“I never understood breeding. I get sex now, that’s actually something I intend to explore now, but making a child, that’s beyond me. But the moment I was inside, I mean was with Neku, he opened my eyes. More or less literally, part of the process is a form of possession but I tried to let Neku take the reins but he pulled me back in. I’ve never experienced inhabiting the conscience simultaneously but that’s another first for me tonight. He felt joy not only being with you but the idea of being a father. I even told him what the ritual entails and he was still focused on having a child. It baffled me, not that I can ever have one. Kind of made me think. But what he wanted me to see was you. Through his eyes. He was right,” and he told me something I don’t think he has ever capable of telling another person “you are beautiful.”
It's bizarre seeing him like this. Blame it on his first afterglow but here, the composer of Shibuya, spilling his guts.
“I see why he chose you.” He looks up at the sky, this time in relief.
“For a time before you merged with Neku, you were invisible. I know you told me you didn’t want me to feel any hurt but you said it before I said anything of the sort. I’ll be honest, I would have been fine, I may have enjoyed the strange show you put on but I would have made exceptions especially since it was your first time. I would have wanted you to feel like you were there “
“Yeah, well that would have hurt me more.” He finally breaks his shell. “When I know I’m not there, it makes me feel less attached. Less bound, you wouldn’t stare at me like a lost child who doesn’t know what they are doing.” He calmed. “But you saw me. Really saw me. And for a moment I actually felt there. I backed out my own promise and Neku saw it and let me join him. And it was wonderful.” He smiles to himself. “So yeah, you can tell anyone that this night never happened and just say you got lucky and I just did you some weird favor. No one can take tonight away from me.”
“It doesn’t have to be just tonight?” He gave me that look Neku gave when I first asked him to drop his pants, and like then, I continued.
“I mean there will be times during this pregnancy I might not want or need him and…”
“Do you hear yourself, offering your husband?”
“Because I know him, and he would say yes. I saw his face while you were in him. He enjoyed himself. If there’s anyone I trust to fulfill his needs it’s you.”
Josh tears up
“But you wouldn’t know that. How could you ask. He’s married, wanting to be a father. You could never have asked, you know what he wants and you love him too much how could you not help him.” I resigned myself echoing my thoughts before I confessed to Eri all those years ago.
“And that’s where I leave you two. He trusts you through and through. After tonight or rather after the birth, I go back to my work and you to your white picket fence. Your adults you have taxes and interest to worry about.” Once again he is desperate to dismiss his own feelings. “That’s why I agreed to tonight. This isn’t just a perversion of your procreation but my way of saying goodbye. On my own terms.”
“Who says you have to go?” I retort.
“I’m not sure I’m cut out for adult stuff. Especially with the whole lot of you growing older. Not like I ever gave myself the choice to grow up. Checked out way too early to even think of bringing anyone into the world, especially how I felt it was a curse I was here. In a way, even if it’s through you, I find some comfort in helping you both having that kid. Defying the odds yet again. A child that technically should not exist.”
“I want you to know-” I place a hand on his arm. “Neku may be my everything, but by proxy, you are the greatest thing to ever have happened to me. You gave us the chance to give life another try. This life is not a curse, I know that now. And we would be an honor for you to enjoy it with us. Up until tonight I started seeing sex as a chore and a heartache. A reminder of how I knew I was never going to be happy. That I was a disappointment, who fails at their own existence.” I stop my tears from dropping down my face
“But that back there, has been the most fun I’ve had in a while. For a moment, I nearly forgot what we were trying to do. But I didn’t because I know that when I see my son or daughter, I know what led to them being here. What I had to go through. What Neku has to go through. And then finally, You. I don’t know why you were allowed to help us, I don’t care why you chose to help us but I have never been so happy you entered our lives. Your”
“Thank you. I needed that.” He doesn’t bother with any quips or cryptic answers. He smiles at me, not just as Neku’s wife, but as his friend. I would hate this moment but…
“But like I said, who said it ends tonight. There will be enough time for responsibility for later but tonight it’s about sex.” I pivoted the conversation as I slide down the chair. I’ve never seen him caught off guard before. Neku would be amazed at the look on his face right now.
“What are you doing?” he was looking down at me, as I sit on my knees on the cool tiles and part Josh’s thighs to get a better look at the bulge in his Speedo. While I can’t determine if he used his abilities to help himself down here, it’s not a bad sight to see. His package was still swollen with his penis semi hard. I spoke directly to the pecker in front of me.
“As you pointed out, tonight you walked into this a virgin, without telling us. As your friend, I want you to feel the way that you made me feel. You and I have been through a lot of heartache, yearning for someone out of reach. If tonight you lost your virginity, I hope to make sure you enjoy every moment.” And with that I kiss his glittery crotch. Just a harmless peck, a proper thank you to the organ that helped me tonight.
“I don’t think Neku would agreed to you giving me a blow job” he chuckled, expecting the joke to end.
“We fulfilled the ritual,” Neku spoke up, I see he arrived to us in his naked model glory, posing learning on the door frame, smiling at us. “Relax, the hard part is over, indulge. Have some fun, that is if you are up to it.” We smiled to each other, we had discussed the possibilities that could occur tonight long before and we both agreed that considering Josh has helped us, we were willing to help in any way.
“I could tap in, but I will let you know, Shiki has special set of skills when it comes to blowing. Her job has her on her knees all day so she can go for a long time. I know she might not be your type, but I would hate for you to miss out.”
“Only if you watch.” Josh challenged, smiling at his old friend.
“Kinky.” Neku smirked at Josh’s candor. “When you’re ready, Shiki.” I carefully pull down the Speedo, revealing all of Josh. It wasn’t as obscenely big but definitely something commendable. I get to work slowly licking his head, feeling the goosebumps rise from his thighs. As I start working down the shaft I see Neku massaging Josh’s back and looking down at me, smiling warmly as I suck Josh’s cock. Josh however has his eyes closed in bliss as I make sure no teeth come into contact as I feel him sliding down my throat. It tastes nice and clean despite where it has been only moments ago. I hear Josh breathing heavy as I sense he is getting close.
“She is really good at this.” Joshua struggles not to moan. I feel his left hand on my temple, gently guiding me downward, reveling in the feeling of me descending on his manhood. His right, I glimpsed, was clutching Neku’s as I did this tongue trick on him that took me years to perfect.
“I know. She’s awesome.” My husband commends.
Despite his otherworldly nature, I feel Josh leaking out into my mouth just as any other man would. His seed slides down my throat, just as I do for my husband.
“I’m almost done.” His pelvis lifts up as I feel spurts shooting into my mouth. I gulp as I slide off of him, leaving his cock dribbling. I take a good moment to see Josh smiling at me, catching his breath, then as I blink, I see he was no longer there, leaving a echo of “thank you” as he disappeared.
“Just as usual.” Neku chuckles to himself.
He left as soon as he came, but despite that, I’m content. Josh accepted me. As the lover of his crush, as a confidant, as his first time. Despite every reason to resent me, he accepted a pleasure with no caveats. I may have Neku, but we will always have Josh.
I look to my husband, oIn our moment of exhibition, still quite erect, smiling at our resolution but I could see in his eyes he already was starting to miss Josh.
“The night is young” I break my husband’s concentration.
“I still can’t believe you sucked, Joshua’s dick.” He laughed, as he gestures me to join him inside for another round. I take a moment to look around the neon lights and the open balcony.
“You’re welcome, Joshua.” I take a moment to breathe in the night air, as I hear a yelp coming from the hotel room.
I hurry to entrance to be reunited with a familiar sight. I see my husband’s ass facing towards me. My husband’s body hangs in mid air by the small of the back. His limbs not touching the floor, his arms dangling like his sack that swings in mid air. As soon as I had registered what was occurring, I heard a heavy gasp as I see Neku’s cheeks spread themselves and I see his hole gape around nothing. I let out a laugh as I feel for Josh’s invisible cheeks are give them a good grope. He takes my hint as permission to give my husband another round. I hear Neku starts to pant as I see Josh entering and exiting Neku repeatedly once more, expanded and contracting, as I now have a clear line of sight to see my husband in such a humiliating state. The night is young and I don’t think it’s going to end very soon.
“The boy is doing fine, Shiki.” I repeat into the phone. “Just seems like a little headache that’s all. Just needed a little nap.” I reassure the young parent. “Your in Paris, City of Love. Enjoy the sights or stay in your hotel room after the show. Enjoy the fact your husband is a model.”
I look at the little guy who is following my hand, as I dance a chicken nugget between by fingers, waiting for Shiki to end her check-in. No doubt that his parents don’t let him have nuggets that often, who knew a 2 year old could have such a craving for salt.
“Thank you for taking the time off for this.” Shiki, always thanking me for my pleasures. I look at the little guy sitting at his table trying to grasp the air for my nugget. He was blessed with his mother’s eyes and his father’s nose. Not so much on the hair though, as red as his father’s if not more. He is giving me the same looks Neku would give me when we had our own fun in the reaper’s game.
“The little guy isn’t a handful, a bit grumpy like his dad, but he seems bright…….” I lose my voice as the nugget fell to the floor. I look down at it, on the kitchen floor, staring at the fried chicken. My eyes dart to the little boy making grabbing gestures to the nugget on the floor.
I see the nugget jump closer to him.
I absent mindedly hang up my cell phone. Praying she doesn’t immediately call back. I see the boy grasp his hand again, now smiling as I see the nugget hop towards him, despite being in the chair. I smile in return but definitely not for the reason he was. For the first time in my existence, I know why I am here.
The boy struggling to get his favorite snack starts to cry out. I walk myself over to him, taking another nugget and placing it in the boys hand. There is so much I want to say to him. But there will be plenty of time for those conversations when he can speak. Right now, I tell him the one thing I wished I knew before I met his father.
“You are not alone.”