Chapter 713: Farmer’s Wife is Juicy As Hell

The farmer’s soft, voluptuous wife was still sitting on the stool behind me. Her heavy breasts pressed firmly against my wet back, the damp fabric of her vest doing nothing to hide their soft weight. I kept her hand wrapped tightly around my thick cock, guiding her fingers along the soapy length.

"Alex... it’s wrong," Yuki moaned, her warm breath brushing against my skin as her breathing grew heavier.

But I loved the way her mature hand felt around me, warm, soft, slightly hesitant, and completely different from anything younger. Every slow stroke sent a deep pulse of heat through my body.

"It’s not wrong, Yuki... ahh... your hand feels so good," I groaned, encouraging her to keep moving.

Yuki hesitated for another second, her body tense against my back. Then her hand started sliding up and down on its own, stroking my heavy cock even while she still acted like she didn’t want to. The soap made everything slick and smooth.

"Why is it so hard, Alex?" she asked quietly, her voice soft and almost curious as she continued the slow strokes without fully realizing what she was doing.

"I got hard looking at you, Yuki," I answered, my voice low and honest.

She let out a small, disbelieving sigh against my shoulder. "Don’t lie, Alex. I know you young guys aren’t interested in women as old as me."

I glanced back over my shoulder at her. The sight of this soft, mature mother slowly working her soapy hand along my thick shaft made the heat in my gut tighten even more.

"You don’t know a single thing about guys then, Yuki," I said, watching her face.

Her hand kept moving, spreading the white lather along every thick inch of my cock. After a while she slowed down and looked at the result, almost checking her work.

"It’s clean now, Alex," she said softly, still holding the heavy, soap-covered length.

"Yeah," I answered.

Yuki finally pulled her hand away. I stood up slowly from the stool and turned around to face her completely.

She was still sitting on the low wooden stool. My thick, rock-hard cock now hung heavily right in front of her face, only a few inches from her soft lips. For a long second she stared at it cross-eyed, clearly taken aback by the size and weight up close. Then she quickly looked away toward the tiled wall, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.

I looked down at her from above. The thin white vest clung tightly to her sweat-slicked body, and the deep line of her cleavage was impossible to ignore. Those soft, heavy breasts pushed against the low neckline, the stiff points of her nipples clearly visible.

They looked like they needed to be handled roughly, squeezed, bitten, and used until she couldn’t think straight.

"Help me wash my thighs and chest, Yuki," I ordered quietly, my voice leaving no real room for refusal.

Yuki nodded quietly and worked more soap between her soft palms. She started washing the front of my thighs with slow, careful strokes, her hands sliding over the wet skin.

With every movement her fingers came dangerously close to my thick, hard cock, brushing near the heavy shaft, almost touching it, but never fully wrapping around it again.

"Ahhh... you’re such a kind woman, Yuki," I groaned, resting one hand on top of her head to steady myself while she worked between my legs.

Yuki kept her eyes lowered the entire time. Her soft lips were slightly parted, and her breathing had grown a little heavier as she continued to worship my body with the soapy water. The warm, slippery feel of her mature hands moving so close to my cock made the heat in my gut tighten.

My hunger grew darker the longer I watched her kneel in front of me.

"Tell me, Yuki... when was the last time your husband loved you?" I asked, my voice low and steady.

"He loves me so much, Alex. Pat is really the best husband," she answered quickly, though her voice flickered at the end, losing some of its certainty.

I reached down and gently placed my fingers under her chin, lifting her face so she had no choice but to meet my eyes.

"I’m not talking about that, Yuki. When was the last time he made his wife feel good?"

Yuki didn’t answer. She looked away almost immediately, unable to speak. The silence that followed told me everything I needed to know. The rumors about this island’s low fertility rates were probably true.

Even though she already had a grown daughter, I could feel it clearly in the way her body reacted, this soft, heavy, mature body hadn’t been taken roughly in a very long time.

"Women don’t crave that kind of pleasure when we get older, Alex," she said quietly, still avoiding my gaze.

But the stiff, dark points of her nipples pressing hard against the thin white vest told a completely different story. Her body was already answering for her.

"Wash my chest now, Yuki," I ordered.

She stood up slowly in front of me. She wasn’t as tall as her daughter June, but her body was to die for, soft, heavy, and full in all the right places. The damp vest clung tightly to her enormous breasts, the deep line of her cleavage impossible to ignore.

She worked more soap between her palms and started spreading the thick lather across my chest. We kept looking into each other’s eyes as her soft fingers slowly explored the hard muscle, circling and cleaning my nipples with careful, lingering strokes.

"You’re so beautiful, Yuki," I said, my voice rough with hunger.

My hand moved on its own.

I reached out and firmly grabbed her enormous breast over the damp vest, squeezing the thick, soft flesh deep into my palm. The heavy weight of it filled my hand completely.

"Alex... no," Yuki moaned, her body tensing the moment my hand squeezed her heavy breast over the damp vest.