Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1260: Meeting Saki’s Husband

Claire’s face burned. Another shaky moan left her when I pressed my mouth more firmly against the dampening denim and exhaled hard, the heat seeping straight through to her swollen clit. Her hips gave a tiny, helpless roll upward against my face.

"Haaah... stop... the others can hear... nnngh...!" she whimpered, even as her thighs parted just a fraction more, giving me better access to breathe right against her clothed pussy.

The soft, wet heat of my breath kept coming, steady and deliberate, turning the front of her jeans warmer and damper with every exhale while Yelena and Jayden continued to laugh and tease from the front.

Jayden slowed the car and brought it to a smooth stop along the quiet residential street.

"We are here."

I sat up slowly, the lingering warmth of Claire’s soft stomach still pressed into my cheek and the damp heat I had left against her pussy through the denim still vivid in my mind.

Outside the window stood a modest two-story Japanese house, neat and ordinary under the evening light. The garden was small but well-kept. Most of the curtains were drawn, soft yellow light glowing from behind a few of them. The perfect private stage for what I intended to do.

I glanced at the three women still in the car, voice casual.

"Would you guys come with me?"

Yelena twisted fully around in the front passenger seat, one eyebrow arched high, a knowing smirk already forming.

"Who exactly are you going to meet here? You’ve got that look on your face again."

I chuckled, already reaching for the door handle, the suit jacket shifting over my shoulders.

"It’s my Aunt Saki. She’s been horny for a long time... missing me badly. I’m going to walk into her husband’s house and show him exactly whose Aunt Saki belongs to now. Whose married cunt answers when I call."

Yelena let out a low, filthy laugh. Jayden’s shoulders shook once with quiet amusement as she kept her hands on the wheel.

Claire, still flushed from the way I had been breathing hot and steady against her clothed pussy the entire ride, pinched my side hard enough to make me flinch.

"You bad guy... always thinking with your lower body. Even after you just finished spraying Yuko’s face and painting Sister Kasumi, you’re already hard again thinking about the next one. You’re shameless."

I only chuckled deeper, leaning in close enough that my lips brushed the shell of her ear. I caught her soft earlobe between my teeth and sucked lightly, tongue flicking the sensitive skin while my warm breath spilled against her neck.

Claire’s entire body stiffened. A fresh, deep red flooded her cheeks and the tips of her ears. A tiny, involuntary sound escaped her throat before she could stop it.

"Didn’t I tell you guys?" I murmured against her ear, voice rough and amused. "I’m an incubus. Women are my life force... and right now Aunt Saki’s been starving for it."

I pulled back just enough to look at all three of them, still half-hard from the combination of Claire’s lap, the memory of her damp jeans, and the thought of what waited inside the house.

"So what do you want to do while I’m busy reclaiming a married woman under her husband’s roof?"

Jayden answered first, already shifting the car back into gear, a small smirk on her lips.

"We’re going to go shopping. Call us when you’re done... or when her husband throws you out. We’ll come pick you up."

Yelena added with a wicked little grin,

"Try not to make her scream too loud. Some of these houses are closer than they look."

Claire gave me one last look—half exasperated, half still visibly turned on from the way I had treated her in the back seat—then planted both hands firmly on my back and shoved me out of the car with clear force.

I landed on my feet on the sidewalk. The door shut behind me with a solid thud.

A second later, the vehicle pulled away, taillights disappearing down the quiet street, leaving me standing alone in front of the modest Japanese house in my dark suit, already thickening again inside my pants at the thought of walking through that front door and reminding Aunt Saki—and her husband—exactly who she belonged to.

I stood there for a moment, running through possible excuses. Something plausible enough to get me inside without raising too many questions. Before I could overthink it I stepped up to the door and knocked firmly.

Footsteps approached from inside. The door opened to reveal a middle-aged man with a noticeable belly straining against his shirt. He looked me up and down with mild irritation.

"Who are you? We don’t need anything..."

Fuck this motherfucker thinks I’m a salesman.

I kept my expression polite and professional, already slipping into the role.

"Sir... I received a call from Mrs. Saki. She asked me to stop by regarding a private matter she needed assistance with. She said it was urgent. I am Mrs. Saki’s lawyer... Jack Reynolds."

The man with the belly frowned, still suspicious, then turned his head and yelled back into the house.

"Saki! Saki! Someone is looking for you!"

Footsteps approached. A moment later, Saki appeared in the hallway, wiping her hands on a small towel. The second her eyes landed on me, they widened in pure surprise.

"Jack..."

I gave her a calm, professional smile, as if we were nothing more than lawyer and client.

"Hello, Mrs. Saki. Is he your husband?"

Saki recovered quickly, though a faint flush had already risen on her cheeks.

"Yeah... he is Yamamoto, my husband."

Yamamoto looked between the two of us, still not fully convinced.

"Saki, why do you need a lawyer? What’s going on?"

Saki opened her mouth, clearly scrambling for an answer. I stepped in smoothly before she could fumble it.

"It’s regarding a customer who sued the Onsen. We’re simply preparing the necessary documents for the case. Mrs. Saki asked me to review a few details in person so we can respond properly."

Saki’s eyes flickered with understanding. She gave a small, quick nod, playing along exactly as I needed her to.

"Yes... That’s right. I didn’t want to bother you with the details, but it needed to be handled today."

Yamamoto still looked mildly annoyed, but the explanation seemed to settle him for the moment. He stepped aside just enough to let me in, muttering something under his breath about lawyers always showing up at inconvenient times.

I walked past him into the house, already feeling Saki’s eyes on my back and the thick tension of what we both knew was about to happen the moment her husband was out of earshot.