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."

Indeed, I was single and had no girlfriend at the time. I drowned myself in her mature body (which did have some looseness) and served her with 100% energy. As a result, she gradually became bolder, doing things she never did with her husband. I was allowed to use both her front and back holes.

Because I was enjoying it so much, I once told her I felt a little guilty toward her husband. She smiled and said:

"It’s fine, it’s fine. Don’t worry about that. When you hold me like this and make me cum many times, it relieves my frustration. Then I can go home and be kind to my husband and children. Thanks to you, our family is peaceful. As long as it doesn’t get found out, it’s okay. No one gets hurt. You, me, my husband, and the children—we’re all happy this way, right? Yeah!!"

She said it with a meltingly sweet smile. At the office, she was a strict, capable woman who wouldn’t overlook even a one-yen mistake in expense reports. Yet here she was, sucking my cock, licking my clit—no, licking me while I fingered her, dripping with juices and writhing in pleasure. The gap was incredible.

Even after our initial passion cooled and our weekly meetings became monthly, we couldn’t end it and continued our secret relationship. In fact, the fewer times we met, the more intense our encounters became.

Occasionally, when news of another double-adultery couple at work was exposed, we would just act like we knew nothing and let it pass.

When colleagues asked her opinion about such couples, she would say with a straight face:

"My goodness, how scandalous. I could never do something like that. After all, there’s no man who would approach someone like me, and I don’t have the courage anyway."

I once heard her saying that so naturally to another female colleague.

She was like the senior office lady, so her information network among the women in the company was incredible. She knew all the details about who was involved with whom. When I asked why she shared such information with me, she gave me a scary smile and said:

"Because if I found out that the girl who was dating the section chief broke up with him and was trying to move on to you, I wouldn’t like it, would I? I truly want you to marry a nice girl! That’s why I pass you the company gossip. But even after you get married, you have to keep seeing me, okay?"

Well, she taught me many things—mostly about what happens in bed. That’s why those lessons are still very much alive here in this world.

One of the memorable lines she taught me was:

"You shouldn’t believe a woman when she keeps screaming ’I’m cumming, I’m cumming.’ When it’s truly good, she can’t even make a sound."

I don’t know her sample size, but watching her, I believed it.

I wonder how that older sister is doing now. Is she still living as a virtuous wife and devoted mother at home, while being a capable office worker? Did she find another man to take my place?

"Men who can keep their mouths shut are really rare," she once said. "Once they sleep with someone, most of them want to brag about it right away. You see it at work, don’t you? Women can stay quiet, but men love showing off their conquests to other men. Really, men are such idiots. But you... you keep your mouth shut, and this stays hard, so you’re perfect. Ufufu."