Chapter 73: The Story of My Older Sister from My Previous Life
Chapter 73: The Story of My Older Sister from My Previous Life
After releasing everything I had with all my strength, I relaxed on top of Linda. She really was like a living flesh futon. My cock had slipped out of her and was probably dripping fluid from the tip, but I didn’t care anymore. I rested my head between her large breasts and simply gazed at her. Even though I was in my refractory period, this view was truly wonderful.I thought it would be fine to just fall asleep like this, but Linda seemed to feel she should clean me up. She gently lifted my body off hers, took my cock in her hand, and began licking it. It was coated with semen, but mostly with her own love juices. She carefully licked every inch with her tongue. She lifted it up and even licked both sides of my balls (do balls even have a front and back? I suddenly wondered). Then, still holding my cock, she licked my thighs and my stomach. As she moved upward, I wondered if she was planning for another round.
"Linda."
"Yes? What is it?"
Linda looked up at me, but her hand kept gripping my cock firmly.
"Earlier you said you wouldn’t do it, so why did you let me tonight?"
"Ufufufu... Well, I just couldn’t hold back anymore. So I thought... maybe it’s okay now."
"But is it safe? Is today a safe day?"
"Yes, it’s perfectly fine. Don’t worry."
"I see. As for me, I’m very satisfied that we did it. Thank you."
"Oh my, I should be the one thanking you, Master Robby. To let someone like me—an old, finished woman—feel this good..."
"No, no. That’s just a man’s duty. When you do it with a woman, you should at least make her feel good once before you finish yourself."
"My, my... where did you hear something like that? If all men were like that, it would be wonderful. Usually, even if the woman doesn’t feel good, the man just finishes by himself and that’s it."
"Really?"
"Yes. That’s what I hear most of the time. My husband was attentive at the very beginning, but he quickly started finishing by himself and then immediately going to sleep. I can’t even remember the last time it felt this good. Master Robby, if you keep doing things like this, it’ll be hard on you later, so please don’t overdo it, ufufu."
I ended up hearing about her married life. It seems some things are the same in both my previous life and this one.
This is something I can’t tell anyone, but in my previous life, I had a long relationship with a married older woman who was five years older than me and had children. In fact, it continued until the day I died. She was an office lady at my workplace. We barely interacted there—we were just acquaintances who greeted each other.
One day, when I went to the supermarket to buy a bento for dinner, I ran into her. She told me she often went shopping at the same time I usually bought my dinner. After that, we started talking every time we met. She began complaining to me about her husband and children, and it didn’t take long before we started coordinating half-days off to meet at a love hotel.
When I asked her if it wasn’t the same as doing it with her husband, she replied:
"It’s completely different when the partner is different."
She continued:
"My husband is already tired of holding me. He only does it out of obligation. But you... you do all sorts of things to please me, so it feels so good. I can’t even remember the last time I came this much."