Chapter 712: Seducing The Farmer’s Voluptuous Wife

The way she looked at me, soft, caring, and still trying to be the perfect hostess, only made the hunger stronger. I didn’t want her to leave the room. I wanted to feel that warm, heavy body under my hands again. I wanted to peel the damp vest off her and finally squeeze those thick, soft breasts that had been teasing me since the moment she opened the front door.

I pretended to reach behind my back with both hands, twisting my shoulders and stretching as if I was trying to get at a spot I couldn’t reach.

"Do you think you could help me wash my back?" I asked, making the request sound casual. "I can’t really reach it properly."

"Oh..."

Yuki’s eyes dropped to my chest and arms. She stared at the lines of muscle for a second longer than necessary, her gaze slowly moving across my shoulders and down my torso.

Then, almost without realizing what she was doing, she let the door she had been holding slowly swing shut behind her. The soft click of the latch sealed both of us inside the small outer room.

"I shouldn’t be doing this, Alex..." Yuki whispered, her eyes flicking toward the closed door. I could tell she was thinking about her family, about her husband who had left for work, about her daughter who was still somewhere in the house.

I stepped closer anyway.

My cock hung only a few inches away from her thick thighs now, heavy and fully on display.

"It’s okay, Yuki. No one is here," I said quietly. I placed my hand back on the same shoulder I had been massaging earlier and gave the soft flesh a slow, firm squeeze.

Yuki’s mouth opened in a small, sharp gasp. Her body tensed under my palm. She was clearly torn, her body’s quiet desire pulling one way, her loyalty to her family pulling the other.

My cock was so close she could see every thick vein and the heavy weight of it from only inches away. She stared down at it, unable to look away for a long second.

I knew I had to push her just a little further. I shifted my hips forward and let the hot length of my cock brush lightly against the soft skin of her inner thigh, right above the hem of her short cotton shorts. The contact was deliberate. I wanted her to feel exactly how thick and monstrous it was up close.

The rumors about this island floated through my mind again, the low fertility rates, the shortage of young men. Standing this close to her, I could almost sense that the men here rarely got cocks this hard or this heavy. Mine was something she clearly wasn’t used to seeing.

I slowly slid my hand from her shoulder down the length of her back, tracing the warm, damp fabric of her vest. The thin material clung tightly to every soft curve. Her body felt incredibly soft under my palm, heavy, mature, and inviting.

Yuki’s breathing had grown shallow.

Finally she lifted her eyes and met mine. Her soft lips were still slightly parted.

"I’ll help you, Alex..." she said, her voice low and shaky. "You’re our guest."

"Let’s go, Yuki," I said quietly, guiding her through the door from the small outer room into the actual bathroom.

Once we stepped inside, I closed the door firmly behind us. The soft click of the latch made the space feel sealed off from the rest of the house. Now I could enjoy this soft, juicy mother without any sudden interruptions.

The bathroom was simple and traditional. A deep wooden tub sat against one wall, already filled with steaming hot water. The other half of the room was open tiled floor with two low bathroom stools, soap holders, bottles of shampoo, and a wooden bucket with a mug for pouring water.

There was no shower, only the tub and the stools.

Yuki moved ahead of me and pulled one of the stools into place. "Alex, why don’t you sit here? I’ll wash your back first, then you can soak in the tub."

She also dragged a second stool behind the first so she could sit at my back.

I walked over and sat down on the front stool, waiting. My thick cock hung heavily between my open thighs, still hard and impossible to ignore.

"Your clothes are going to get wet, Yuki," I said, glancing back at her.

Yuki’s hand rose almost automatically to the front of her vest, resting over her heavy breasts. I could see the thought cross her face, she knew she should take the damp clothes off.

But she didn’t. A last bit of shame still held her back. She wasn’t ready to get fully naked in front of a stranger... even though both of us could feel that moment was coming soon.

She sat down on the stool behind me. I heard the soft sound of soap being worked between her palms. Then she dipped the wooden mug into the bucket, filled it with warm water, and slowly poured it over my back. The heat ran down my skin in thick streams.

Her soft, soapy hands followed immediately, pressing firmly into the muscles of my shoulders and working the lather across my upper back. Her touch was careful but thorough.

After she finished my back, her hands slid lower without me asking, around my sides, then down to my thighs, washing them with the same slow, soapy strokes.

"Ahh... Yuki, you’re so caring," I groaned, letting my head drop forward a little.

Her hand moved a little higher on my inner thigh while spreading the soap.

Then it happened.

Her soapy fingers brushed directly against the thick, rock-hard length of my cock.

Yuki froze.

She yanked her hand back immediately.

"I’m sorry, Alex... I didn’t mean to," she said quickly, her voice soft and flustered.

I reached out and gently took her hand, guiding it back until her soft, soapy fingers rested around my thick cock.

"It’s okay, Yuki... ahh..." I groaned as her warm hand closed around my aching length.