My cock thumped and throbbed in my pants as I waited for Mr. and Mrs. Takamoto to arrive at my home. I fantasized about Suri's pussy all day, and despite having shot a good four loads of cum at work, I was ready to dump a few more. It was a few minutes past eight. That was not a good sign considering how punctual the Takamotos had been before. It was entirely possible they got cold feet or grew frightened and decided not to come. I sure hoped that was not the case because I didn't want to lose the chance to fuck not just mom, but her two darling preteen daughters as well.

The doorbell finally rang a quarter past the hour, riveting my mind away from my wonder. I opened the heavy oak door to find my treasure. Kenji and Suri were standing there, and while he was grimacing and nervous, Suri had a warm smile. She also came dressed for fucking. She had a tight black miniskirt and a button down blouse. Like her daughters last night, her braless top was thin and showed off her perky 34B breasts and dark nipples. She had a pair of black leather boots to complete the look.

"You look so beautiful, Suri!" I pulled her in, but this time it was not for a friendly kiss on the cheek. Our mouths locked and we kissed hot and wet on my doorstep while Kenji whined in the background.

"I so happy to be back here, Mitch," she moaned in my ear, doing her best with English.

I welcomed them both in, giving Kenji a hearty handshake, causing him to wince in a bit of pain. I know from experience that when a cuckold and wife show looking this ready, small talk is just a waste of time. I was ready to power pound her in my foyer, but there was one thing I had to know up front.

"Kenji, are you still wearing Suri's panties?" I asked, giving him a threatening look. He had to understand I meant business with all my orders.

"Yes, Sir," he replied softly. He unbuckled and unzipped his pants, exposing the tight-fitting, silky pink bloomers.

Suri laughed. "He has my panties, so I have none!" She lifted her mini-skirt to prove it.

Fuck, she had a sweet looking pussy. It was small and petite, with just a tuft of jet black hair on the mons. I took her hand to lead her to the bedroom upstairs, and as we neared the staircase, she reached down and rubbed my raging erection in my pants.

"Ohhhh, so big and hard. Kenji like sucking!" she giggled.

"Yes he did, that little faggot," I smiled, knowing she probably didn't catch the full meaning of my words.

"Come on Kenji, you need to be with us," I ordered when I saw him trying to hover in the living room.

We all entered the master bedroom and I embraced Suri again, kissing her hot mouth and neck, making her breathe faster and moan softly. She unbuttoned her top as we kissed, revealing her softball-sized breasts. Each was a perfect, firm globe of flesh that she was offering to me. I love when submissive women give themselves to me like this while their sissy partner watches. It's her ultimate betrayal as well as the cruelest slap to him, her way of saying all those years of unsatisfying sex and wimpish femininity had taken their toll.

I kissed, sucked, tugged, pulled and tormented each nipple while Kenji stood in a corner, sulking. She arched her back as I feasted on her brown nipples until they were taut and extra-sensitive. I have been with needy wives before, but it was clear to me Suri had been neglected for years. She was horny as fuck and ready to do the same!

She was nude in a matter of seconds. I gazed at her hot body, enjoying her perfectly shaped ass, hips, pussy and breasts. She began undressing me and could not get my cock out fast enough. She gasped seeing it sticking up lewdly, raging hard and proud, a slick, heavy coating of precum dribbling from my large pisshole. She grinned as her small hands explored my Texas longhorn, sliding them up and down, mentally measuring length, girth, and weight, and then cupping and admiring my huge balls. She ran her fingertips over my precum until they glistened in the glow of the nightstand light. She teasingly tasted the salty mix, moaning with eyes closed, but then she shoved what remained in Kenji's mouth and angrily made him finish the job.

Kenji yelped like a dog getting a rare Milk-bone treat. He sucked her fingers, moaning as he cleansed them free of my fuck lubricant. Suri then shook her head as if to shame him. While her left hand cradled my heavy cockstaff, she held up her right pinky finger and teased Kenji over his small size. We both laughed at the humiliating comparison.

"Hey, Kenji. You need to take off everything except those panties. Hurry up now, and get over here!" I barked.

He stripped down in a flash, obviously afraid of my tone. He came over and gave me a frightened stare.

"Show your pretty wife what a good cocksucker you are," I smiled.

He sank to his knees and began licking and sucking more precum from my cockhead, just before taking it in his mouth and greedily sucking my pole. He had a damned good Hoover suction grip going on. Suri was excited. She and I kissed while Kenji worked my fuckstick like a cumwhore on his knees. I let him suck for about five minutes, before pushing his head away.

"That's enough, sissy! Tonight my cock is all for Suri," I said, giving her a wink. "Sit on the bed and watch, Kenji."

I took Suri's hand and led her to the bed. I lay back on the downy comforter and pulled her on top of me, her ass over my face. It was time I got to taste that yummy looking peach. She grabbed my cock and began sucking it loud and deep, clearly savoring the chance to suck something bigger than Kenji's dry Tootsie Roll miniature.

I leaned up and slid my tongue along her delicious slit. Her pussy dripped fuck juices on my face as she grew more aroused. Her married snatch was wet, warm, and velvety, and the taste was amazing. I can't quite describe it, but it was a lot like the lighter, sweeter, sugary juices of the many preteen cunnies I've consumed at work. As I licked that candy mound and played with her aroused clitoris, she mewed and moaned in a high-pitch voice, sometimes gasping like a child.

I gave Kenji a glance. He was watching us intently, rubbing his panty-covered kid's dick. "Stop that, Kenji! No touching your own cock."

He pulled his hand away, sulking and unsatisfied.

"So how does it feel to see a man pleasure your wife the way you cannot? I want you to ask me to fuck your wife, beg me to put this big fucking cock in her married pussy."

"Mr. Howard, do it! Please fuck my wife, Sir! I want to see her so pleased with that huge American cock."

I laughed, then went back to licking that hot pussy like a pudding cup, making sure I didn't miss a dollop of married goo. Suri moaned and groaned as she pushed her hips down, grinding that wet mound on me. All the while I lapped her sweet hole, she sucked my cock more and more, getting much of it back and down her throat.

"Your wife is a good cocksucker like you," I smiled at him, sweeping her hair back so he could see her mouth stuffed with my fuck meat, her nostrils flaring against my nutsack.

He moaned, "Suri, make my boss happy. Suck his cock the way he wants it. I love you so much, honey!"

I pulled away from her pussy, and yanked her head off my cock. "Time to fuck, Suri."

I placed her on her back, and she instantly opened her legs wide, smiling up at me. I rubbed the head of my prick up and down her drenched slit while she moaned and whispered something in Japanese to Kenji.

He reached over and stroked my cock. "She wants me to enter your cock in her."

"Suri, you dirty girl! I like that. Go ahead, Kenji, guide me into your bride's tight fuckhole."

He grabbed my cock at the base and eased me into her. The second my head went past her outer lips, she nearly screamed in response. Her pussy was super tight, but sloppy wet. He pushed more and her screams grew louder. She was mumbling in Japanese. I gave Kenji a look, not sure if I was hurting her, but also pretty sure I didn't care.

He blushed. "She is pleasured, Sir. She says your cock feels so nice, she wants you to give it to her hard."

I grinned, gripped her hips, and slammed it in. She gasped and grunted, but then she began moaning in her high-pitch anime voice as I began fucking her hard. I thought I was tagging Sailor Moon or some shit. Her head was thrashing back and forth as I pounded that married, burning hot flesh forge. My big thick cock was shiny wet as I drilled her nonstop. Kenji's eyes were wide in excitement as he witnessed his wife's first official real fucking.

She dug her nails in my arms as she gripped my biceps, fucking her hips up into me. She wrapped her legs around my waist and yanked me in for a nice, tight, close-in fuck. My huge nuts were spanking her ass so hard they made a loud noise like a rug getting slapped free of dust on a back porch. She screeched, bucked, humped, thrust, and ground her pussy into me with all she had as I returned the same to her.

I could sense she was edging, something neglected women are oft times wont to do. We fucked another fifteen minutes at this pace until she tipped the scale. Suri bit my chest hard and wailed like a siren, clutching me tight and slamming her fuck tunnel up hard and fast. My new submissive lover came harder than any woman I have ever been with, and I was later to learn this was the first true orgasm she's had in her thirty-two years of life. As she rode through her cum, she mumbled in Japanese, again using that cartoon character pitch.

I moaned in her ear, "Here I cum, baby! HMMMMmmmmphh! FUCK!" I screamed as my nuts blew open like a whale spouting as it breaks the ocean's surface.

I pumped her married cunt with a heavy load of milky white Dallas oil as we both continued to fuck each other with ever-slower thrusts.

She kissed my mouth hot and sexy again, our sweat pouring together on our faces and bodies. She moaned loud enough for Kenji to hear. "I love you, Mitch. You fuck so good."

I gave Kenji a wink, making sure he knew I had just sealed my dominance over them both. I pulled out, leaving a trail of cum and Suri juice on my cock and her pussy. It trickled down her ass crack.

"Okay, Kenji, get to work!" I reached over and clutched a fistful of hair and pushed his face in to her pussy. He went right to it, noisily eating her fresh-from-the-oven creampie.

I slid up to her and we kissed for the next several minutes while her husband did his job. She purred as she stared into my face with a glow of satisfaction that I doubted had ever before graced her pale skin. When Kenji finished devouring every drop of my cum from her tight mound, he started working on my fuckpole without prompting. I was semi-hard when he started, but rock rigid in minutes. Suri and I continued to kiss while her sissy hubby served me. Every now and then she'd lean up to get a look, laughing at his pathetic servitude.

"He born to do that. He natural cock drinker," she smiled, using her best English.

I grinned. "Uh huh, he loves a hard cock, doesn't he?"

I allowed Kenji just enough cock time to get me hard to fuck Suri once more. I had to yank his hungry mouth away again, wagging a warning finger at him to behave. His wife snickered.

I lay back with my head propped up on two pillows, my Johnson like a chunk of hard salami sticking straight up. Suri needed no instruction as she straddled me, but just before she slid down onto my fuckpole, I stopped her.

"Let Kenji do it again, Suri," I gave her a big wink.

She grinned and smacked his face with an open palm, turning his flesh bright red while grumbling in Japanese to him.

He grabbed my beefstick and eased the head into his bride, gently coaxing her hips lower as I swelled up deep inside her. She started to ride me slow and dirty for a good twenty minutes, arching her back as she enjoyed every inch of cock she could get to fill her womb. I just watched and enjoyed, occasionally giving her breasts and nipples some needed attention. Somewhere about halfway into this initial cowgirl ride, I felt Kenji's breath on my cock and balls. I knew this was inevitable; cuckolds always figure out that the best way to please a bull and his new submissive is to serve up a double dose of degrading licking.

He ran his tongue up and down the back of my massive wet prick, alternating with sucking my balls. I slowed Suri down so Kenji could get the rhythm just right. I heard an occasional extra gasp from Suri, always at a time when Kenji's tongue had strayed from my cock and ball sack, so I knew he was licking her asshole as well. I held off cumming for a long time, knowing that while I had earlier sealed the deal on cuckolding Kenji, having him lick us both like this was like writing the finer details of our new contract.

Suri leaned down to kiss me while she fucked me slow and nasty. My cock made erotic wet fuck sounds in her cunt with each movement she made. I decided it was time to test the waters a bit. I whispered in her ear low enough to keep Kenji from hearing.

"Maybe Kenji should also wear Naoko's panties."

She pulled her face away for a moment as if trying to translate in her head. It took a few seconds, but I saw the spark of understanding fill her eyes. She giggled, looked back at him for a moment, then into my eyes again. She smiled, and then nodded with a big toothy grin.

"How about we also make him wear Emi's panties?" The image of Kenji sporting his nine-year-old daughter's sexy panties was so arousing to me.

She giggled more, making her ass bounce on my pole. We both looked down to Kenji who was preoccupied with his duties. She bit her lip, but then nodded her approval as before.

"Suri, I think both of your daughters are so sexy, so hot. Maybe they should experience sexual pleasure early in their lives. You should never have been denied it so long yourself, so don't let that happen to them."

I must have used too many words at once because she clearly did not understand. I looked down at Kenji. "Stop your cleanup duties! I need you to translate something to Suri."

"Yes, Sir!" he said with a look of disappointment on his wet face. I repeated what I had just told his wife, and he was mortified.

"What? SIR! NO! That's imposs---"

"Do it! You're not the boss around here, so don't forget that!" I growled.

He looked down in shame as he meekly whispered in Japanese the life-changing words I had spoken. Suri gave me a troubled look for a moment, but then I felt something build in her. She moaned softly as she contemplated my suggestion, arousal forming in her loins, her juices frothing within her canal. He pussy began to rise and fall on my cock with more intensity. Her worried look turned to a wrenched-up face of pleasure as she started to cum. She rode me faster and faster, building speed like a runaway train. She howled, bucked, moaned and slam fucked me harder. She let loose a tirade of Japanese words, no doubt the language of intense ecstasy.

Suri came hard and fast, screaming as she ground her cunt into me, and ultimately sending a jet of warm pussy juice down my fuckstick. She went on like this a few minutes more, rolling through her orgasm, and when she had peaked on top of me, she shouted in English the words I longed to hear.

"Yes, Mitch! Yes, fuck Emi and Naoko!"

Kenji nearly fainted, but I would not let him miss this for anything. I slid Suri off me as she finished her cum ride, shoved Kenji to the floor and stood in front of him.

"Suck my cock, sissy! Suck the cock that's going to fuck both your daughters tomorrow!"

He was lost and helpless. His worry, fear and shame were pushed to the sidelines while his arousal and desire to serve took center stage. He grabbed my cock and began worshipping it with his cuckold mouth, taking it down his throat. As my balls hit his chin, I mouth-fucked him silly for ten minutes, dumping a huge load of jizz into his eager gullet.

After things calmed down, I cradled Suri in my arms on the bed while I told Kenji to look for all the stray gobs of cum in the room and clean them up. I gave him more orders as he worked on hands and knees, licking the carpet below.

"Tomorrow right after lunch, take Emi and Naoko out of school early and bring them here. Tell them Mr. Howard has a special surprise for them. Keep them in their uniforms! I want those sexy schoolgirls just the way they are. Oh, and bring a change of clothes for Suri."

He looked puzzled. "But, why....?"

"Because she's spending the night in my bed while you go home and get ready for your special day tomorrow! And there's one more thing..."

"Yes, Sir?"

"Wear a pair of Naoko's used panties tomorrow. I understand it's her birthday, so buy her some sexy thongs in the morning and bring them with you, wrapped as a gift from me."

He nodded understanding as he slowly dressed, crestfallen and clearly worried, but judging from the tiny tent in his panties, he was thoroughly turned on by the idea of seeing his preteen daughters broken in. As he left the room, I turned to Suri and we kissed. Over the next two hours, I took her virgin ass deep and hard. Her screams became moans long into the early morning hours.