Forbidden Love

1

Daichi had put such thoughts from his mind whenever they arose in him; that the house had become a burden or that it was far too big for him, even if its location on the outskirts of Kyoto left him and his family, or visitors, in an enviable location. They could soon be in the surrounding countryside and away from the traffic fumes, the noise and the crowds. It was easier to escape the mayhem of city life that so many had no choice but to endure these days.

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

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

The solution was only too simple.

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

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

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

He had always taken care of himself since his wife died some ten years ago, and long before they could have enjoyed his retirement together. He wasn’t lost for company. Being a member of a local tennis club, with its hot baths and games rooms, brought him associations with men and women alike; the occasional uncomplicated trysts with favoured ‘younger’ women meeting his needs. He would often wake during the night and concede that the only cure for his loneliness was to sleep with a few favoured women, no more than three, and in an only too accommodating rota…as far as he was concerned. Yes, he had discovered that there were women who conceded to the idea that conventional behaviour only heightened their loneliness too. He was uncommonly pleased that they, like him, believed that some rules could now be broken. They could discover pleasure but not be unduly bound to each other. He soon found it to be the perfect arrangement. Both he and his women knew the rules and abided with them. Yes, it was feckless and selfish but at least you were free of draining commitments.

‘Oh, what a modern arrangement some of us can now live by,’ Daichi would often tell himself.

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

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

No, a care home was not to be the answer. It was to be found with Aiki and her uncomplaining devoted and attentive ways, and soft tread whenever she was near him. She could so easily become his ever-present guardian and a dutiful carer. Along with that, a respectful companion when she was not at work in the very care home that Jomei had tried to persuade him to go to.

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

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

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

It perplexed him.

It also engaged his attention on Aiki more and more, wrong as it was to do that; destructive even, that he should discover moments, when alone with her in the house, that he lusted after her young body. He contrasted it with those of the women he still took to bed. He would take to wondering what would delight him and filled the discreet blouses that she wore; a fastening at her throat; their hems sometimes riding up over her slacks to reveal a slender hipped body and the gentle swell to her belly. He did not miss how her firm breasts pushed at the fabric of Aiki’s blouse; the hint of nipples to be seen there. She was only too young and vital in her appearance and behaviour.

In truth, the sight of the young woman had begun to plague him.

Days would pass when he had to be away and out of the house and would seek the attentions of one of his lady friends. He would claim them and hear them clamour for more from him as he found them. His actions with them, however, were a consequence of his longing for someone else, a young woman who reached him in drugging waves. He lay with others to snuff out the flare of yearning for someone so much younger; someone whom others would regard as a delicious but forbidden fruit. Aiki was a delight that should never be tasted by him, a father-in-law; a man of some means and with an unblemished reputation.

Every man had his flaws of character; he was plagued by an unrequited longing for his son’s wife, Aiki. She who lived under the same roof, but who would never share his bed.

 

2

‘You don’t have to help me with this work,’ he told her, as Aiki sought him in a favourite corner of the garden that he cherished. ‘I don’t help with the cooking…or much of the house work. I know that I should…but you take care of me so well.’

She smiled on hearing his softly voiced compliment, met the look of his stilled eyes upon her. The bond with him had become uncommonly close and that she sometimes felt Jomei intruded upon.

‘No, you don’t have to do any of that,’ Aiki laughed softly, brushing away stray strands of black silken hair from her face, a soft smile on her lightly glossed pink lips. She loved these easy- going ways between them and the attention that he paid to her. It confounded tradition and that so many of her friends were known to follow. ‘We each have our parts to play in our life together here…Daichi.’ She looked at him, wondered how he would react to a moment’s over-familiarity.

‘You won’t even let me do my own laundry. We do not have any secrets now…’

‘Should we have those…secrets?’ she asked, but not looking at him.

Aiki clutched a broom and swept the path purposefully, making sure the debris did not go back into the beds that he had so carefully tended. She would see him at work on the gravelled surfaces as he raked them over and smoothed the stones until the lines from the rake’s tines, which he used, became sharp and clear upon them and forming patterns. Neatly clipped, stunted, trees dotted the surface near a small shrine that stood in a shaded corner; the soft tinkling of tubes to be heard on the breeze.

‘No…I guess not,’ he told her. Daichi moved to stand by Aiki’s side. ‘I hope…I hope that you do not feel obliged to me…to make me a grandfather? Such concern makes it no easier for you,’ he said gently. ‘You must let nature take its course. Try not to be anxious and I am sure that it will be right for you in the end.’

She heard the concern for her in his voice and looked at him. There were times when she felt so close to him and could reveal what was at work in her.

‘No, I do not feel that…feel any pressure. But there is something that I am missing. I…I have friends, as Jomei does, who would do anything to bear a child…anything.’

It was the first time she had confided in him on a matter of such delicacy; the words chosen and how they were spoken suggesting that she had more to say.

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

He looked away. It would not do to have her know how he felt on looking at the gentle tumble of her breasts under her blouse as she leant forward, nor how he delighted in the silken smoothness of her pale skin. He saw that as; the sleeves of her blouse were pulled up to reveal the delicate bones of her wrists and arms. She possessed an almost elfin fragility in her young, and yet, womanly body.

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

‘Tell me everything…you lovely young woman,’ Daichi murmured, beguiled by Aiki’s ways; her scent just to be breathed in that was discreet but enslaving him.

‘It is difficult to speak of it…or to ask it…that you help me,’ she answered, softly, and on a stilled look of her eyes upon him.

He was a man and relation by marriage only; a man dressed in denim slacks and shirt; a man with an obvious vigour in his body and a man whom she had often sensed had a mute but known interest…in her.

‘Ask that…like me and others in the home…you want us to lie together?’

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

‘Yes, wrong as it is to do that…it is that way for me too,’ she smiled at him; touched Daiki’s face, wonderingly, and gave him a tender look. ‘If you had asked me, some months ago when I first came to live here, I may not have agreed…thought it to be so wrong. But…I have my dreams, my hopes, and deepest wishes. Also, I have my needs. If…if I agreed, you would not have to look for that at the club you go to…and the women you meet there. People talk and I hear them even if they think I cannot do that. But I do not like to hear what they say about you…about a man I care for and live with here.’

‘Perhaps that is so, but not all the time. You have your own life to live without being concerned about mine.’

She met again a gentle touch to her face; offered no resistance to the slow caress of his fingers to the front of her blouse. She did not keep from raising her face and to soon meet his soft, exploratory kisses to her mouth.

‘You…you would be good to me…if…if I lie with you.’

‘And I might make it happen for you…wouldn’t I?’ he murmured and embracing Aiki to him. ‘Is…is that what you think and want from me?’

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

He could only admire her.

Daichi nodded; he was surprised by her direct ways of it with him now; of speaking out the truth on what played out in each of their lives together and with her under the same roof as him. It seemed that they were each possessed by an unrequited hunger.

Aiki went on.

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

‘Forgive me…I have…I had…no right to intrude.’

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

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

‘There have been times that I had to get out of the house,’ he murmured against her lips; feeling Aiki press against him. His fingertips now brushed the sides of her breasts in slow caresses, each touch bringing soft sighs of her breaths to his lips, the tightening of her embrace upon him.

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

There had been nights when she had lain awake, beside Jomei, and had thought of the possibilities…of ‘lying with him’, as Daichi had so delicately asked of her. She had been constrained in letting go when Jomei claimed her; thought the sounds of them would reach another man in the house. To have learnt of his visits to other women had served only to confirm that he was still to be thought of as a lusty and vigorous man. She had ached to know of him, in spite of their relationship, and discover new pleasures when they were naked and in each other’s arms.

She felt his restraining hands upon her and clasped them as they tore at her blouse and heard the gasp of delight as his hands cupped her full, perfectly formed breasts. Their soft droop delighted him, and she squirmed on feeling his nipping pinches to their tips that sent shivers of longing coursing through her body. His words, and now his touches, had aroused an ache in her belly and a quickening of her heart beats.

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

For a few moments, Aiki just stood there, shaking her head and smiling; posing for him in her nakedness and revealing all of her young body, her unshaven black-haired bush and her sleek thighs. She cupped her pale skinned breasts; their brown nipples stark against them and had him delight in her.

She was small compared to his bulk and trembled at what she saw that he would bring to her and that she now craved to know of…in her…to take deep into her body.

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

‘That…that feels so good!’ she gasped on tearing her lips from his mouth and after she had felt his tongue probe rhythmically and so very deep inside her throat; the exchanges of sucking kisses to tongues and lips.

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

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

‘Taste me…taste me,’ he coaxed, pushing Aiki down onto her knees.

She slipped her hands down his body as she went down on him, paused for only a tantalising moment to look up at him before taking to it. She teasingly clamped a thumb and finger around the base before she worked on him with her mouth, slipping tongue and hands over it and then cupping his tightening sac.

‘Not for long!’ he gasped out at her brazen behaviour, and the pleasure that she so expertly bestowed upon him. Aiki knew, only too well, how to suck a dick and for maximum effect.

He quelled the urge to expel all that he had into her mouth. He tugged on her hair to draw her face and mouth from him and bent down to offer a long kiss as he sought to raise her to him and carry this captivating young woman to his bed. He ached to take his own delight in her body and to feel Aiki’s hands in his hair and her parted legs over his shoulders; to feel the warmth of her pale-skinned thighs as he prepared to taste her.

At first, he just ran his tongue over her bush a few times and then, parting the lips with his fingers, he began to lick up and down her delicate sensitive folds of skin. He progressed slowly, wonderingly; delighted in her and that she had consented to be with him. He then increased the tempo of sucking and licking claims until he was tracing up and down her pink slit. He parted the lips and offered fluttering kisses and touches, sucks and licks upon her skin like a Hummingbird’s weightless wings. Aiki groaned, moaned and whimpered.

‘Oh…Daichi…Daichi! That is so good! That is so good.’

He had resumed his touches and caresses with his fingers; had then teased and poked and changed in his ways before sucking and licking her clit from bottom to top, over and over again. When he managed to free one of his hands he put his finger in the bottom of her slit and pulled it gently as if to stretch I, Aiki called out his name on a scream. She was quite unable to control her reaction to these unknown claims upon her body, nor the abject pleasure that he had aroused so quickly and certainly.

‘Oh, my lover! Oh, my lover!’ she cried out. ‘I’m breaking…coming, Daichi! I’m coming…bring it to me!’ she yelled, bucking her hips to meet each and every seducing touch, her movements making the bed slam against the wall. ‘Stick it in me, Daichi!’ she pleaded, still trembling as her fevered clasps on his shoulders drew him up and to her.

‘Now…you wonder?’

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

‘Mine…you’re mine now,’ he kissed, opening her to his presence and slowly thrusting into her body as he felt the tingling sharp caress of her rough hair against his belly. Daichi moved slowly, purposefully, sinuously as she opened the way to him.