"Better get home...I need the rest for tomorrow..." he murmured and reminded himself of the important meeting tomorrow with the East Europeans.
When he drove up to his driveway he was surprised to see another care being parked there already.
"It better not be that damn reporter..." he hissed.
He parked his car next to the green Toyota Corolla and looked suspiciously into it. It was empty. He looked around. His house was fairly large and located in one of the rich corners of Washington's suburbia. The front yard was decorated with expensive looking trees and flowers that his gardener cared for nearly every day. He saw his neighbour's wife cutting some flowers and looking over to him. She must have seen her surprised look in his face.
"There was a young couple looking for you Mr. Kinnock." She said and smiled.
"A young couple?" he answered bewildered.
"Yes, I think your maid let them in."
"Oh...really...didn't expect guests...well, we will see...thank you Helen...!" he said and grinned.
The woman smiled back a little embarrassed.
God...that nosy lady knows everything...he thought. She was the wife of a young plastic surgeon and Marty had enjoyed her large assets a couple of times. He stared at her for a little while and played with the thought to fuck her again. But the news about the couple needed attention. He hurried inside.
The heavy door opened and the cool air from the AC hit his body. He sighed in relief. Tired he threw his stuff in the corner chair. The entrance hall was painted white and gave the first hint of the huge size of the house. An enormous chandelier hung from the ceiling that was around 5 metres above him.
As soon as he entered the hall, his maid Ursula from Germany came rushing in from the back of the house.
She was dressed in her usual attire of a white shirt and black pants. He trusted her a lot. Though she was nearly 60 years old, she was fast and reliable and that was something that he liked. To his surprise Ursula was smiling when she came in to greet him.
"Good Evening, Sir!" she said
"Evening...well, that's something I don't see everyday...you smiling!" Marty said and grinned.
"Mr. Kinnock! A surprise...your son and his new wife are here! They are waiting for you on the patio. I served them some drinks. Would you like a drink as well?"
"Greg...!? Well, that's a surprise indeed"
This was the time when he saw her for the first time. Everything else seemed to fade out and only she came into focus. He breathed heavily. Out on the patio his son and daughter in law stood smiling.
"Good to see you again Dad! May I introduce you to my wife...Hiroko!" Greg said.
Marty nodded and smiled. She was shy and didn't quiet know if to give him the hand or hug him. Marty wrapped his muscular arms around her and gave her small body a good squeeze. He felt her breasts against his body.
"Welcome! It's good to see you finally! Greg told me a lot of things about you...you are truly a beauty Hiroko!"
Marty said.
He looked at her. She was a little smaller than him, her head reached up to his chin. Dressed in a black, short sleeved shirt and white long skirt Hiroko looked gorgeous. Check out those curves...Marty thought. He had a swift look at her plunging neckline and saw the rising outline of her breasts.
That evening they had a wonderful dinner at home and talked late into the night. Marty was happy to see his son again and for the first time in a while the house didn't feel empty. He was looking forward having this new couple staying at his house for a little over a week. Marty, however, couldn't keep his eye from her. Hiroko was young and infatuating. In the candle light her Asian beauty was sparking fireworks inside him. His son was surely one hell of a lucky guy, he thought. He remembered the days in the army when he was stationed on the little Japanese island of Okinawa...those were the days.
"I think I better show Hiroko the bed." said Greg. "Japanese love to drink...but some like Hiroko can get easily drunk as you can see..."
Marty saw that her face was red and her eyes were hazy. She looked ready to be fucked...he thought and chuckled inwardly.
"I'm sorry...good night, Otosan (father)." She said in sweet English.
"Good Night, my dear." He said and kissed her on the cheek.
That night Marty's mind was filled with his new daughter in law. He imagined her naked on his bed, begging to be fucked, but his sons face came into his mind as well. She was his goddamn wife...if that connection would have not been there he would have taken his chances. But not like this...this was wrong. Though he lusted for her and to his dismay this lust was getting stronger and stronger as the days passed. No moment inside the house passed where he would smell her sweet scent, hear her voice and see her gracefully wander around. He would talk with her and dream about having her.
CHAPTER 3
It was night and Hiroko stared through the open window into the night. The white curtains waved in the soft breeze. Four days had passed since they arrived here. She met a lot of new people and was glad to see Greg's happy face. It wasn't her first trip to America but she was still surprised at the size of the house. It was definitely triple the size of her family house back in Tokyo. Her English has improved greatly since she had met her husband a year ago and to her surprise so has his Japanese. They often talked a mix of the languages. She looked at him briefly, snoring away happily. The Jet-Lag was still causing her sleep problems and Hiroko sighed. Furthermore, the new environment was somehow nerve racking. She couldn't really relax and always felt obliged to be polite and keep everything tidy in the house.
Slowly getting up from bed she put her feet on the plush white carpet. She wore a small pink T-shirt and just plain blue satin panties. Greg always liked to sleep in the nude but Hiroko preferred to wear something. She had only slept once with a guy before she met Greg. She disliked having sex in truth...but Greg was always hungry for it. Often he would be too tired to do it after work and so they didn't have sex too much to her fortune. But now, on vacation, he was horny and ready to take her nearly every night. Tonight was not different. He'd rub her clit, get her wet, would fuck her and shoot his load into the condom and fall asleep. Not being used to have sex every night Hiroko's pussy was sore. She felt sweaty and disliked the smell of her own cunt after sex and was thinking about a shower.
It was late at night and Hiroko slipped out of the room. She decided to go down to the kitchen and have a sip of water before going to the bathroom. The lights outside were dimmed down for the night on the corridor. Hiroko stopped for a while and made sure Marty was asleep too before venturing out further with just her skimpy outfit on. After everything seemed to be quiet she went on to the staircases. The floors on the first floor were either wooden or stone and they felt cold on her feet. The kitchen was well stocked and she helped herself to a glass of milk and some cookies. Happily she munched and sipped on her night snack and looked around at Greg's family pictures in the living room. Greg looked a lot like his father, same hair and eye colours but his face was a little bit softer to that of his fathers. Also his father's eyes were stronger...and seemed harsher than his, however, he seemed to be a nice person, funny and polite...but yet she felt something else from him, which she really couldn't explain.
"Oh...you were still up." Suddenly the deep baritone voice of Marty echoed in the dark living room.
Hiroko nearly spilled the milk onto the pictures. She turned around and somehow the shadow of her Father in law looked intimidating. For a brief moment she felt as if all kindness was gone from him. But as soon as he switched on the lights she saw his familiar warm smile.
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