Narumi is a newly married wife. She, with her husband, recently moved to my neighborhood. Her husband is a busy man and he stays out from home for days for work. We met each other in a local event and ever since then we were friends. We started being good neighbors to each other helping each other and spending time together. Narumi is a beautiful Japanese girl and I have never seen such sweet girl before. She is nothing like the girls that we used to see in japan chat room. She belongs from a conservative Japanese family and she prioritizes her family values. I was really attracted towards her despite of the fact that she is someone’s wife. I never knew that she feels the same for me until one day when she called me at her home to help her in the kitchen.
Italian recipe in a Japanese kitchen
Italy is my hometown. I lived in Osaka, Japan, for my profession as a doctor. I told stories to Narumi of how my mother made pizzas for me, when I was a little kid. My mother passed away when I was just 10 years old. Ever since then I miss the taste of fresh pizza made by my mother. Narumi felt for me. One day she planned to make pizza and called me to help her out with the process. I went with a recipe book as I am not too good with cooking. After entering her kitchen, I saw that she has arranged everything beforehand. We started making the dough first. I poured flour and necessary ingredients in a bowl and told her to grind all the stuff with her bare hands.
The chef wants more than the spices
I gave her a short demonstration of how to make the dough so that it becomes soft and tender. She didn’t understand what I was doing. So, I stood behind her and took her hands to the bowl with my hands. We made the dough together and we were really close at that time. We were so close that I had a sudden hard on and she felt that on her back. At first she ignored but then she became quiet and stoned. An idea suddenly came in my mind and I went on pressing the dough and keep pressing my tool behind her. She got turned on and told me to stop. She was afraid about the consequences. I was beyond my control and I took some dough and started rubbing her cheeks and neck. She closed her eyes. I told her may be the chef wants more than just the spices. She laughed and felt comfortable.
It was a trick, oh my god
She had something else planned for me. Narumi acted like a japan chat room girl. She took the flour container and put it all over me. I realized that she was happy doing this and I didn’t stop her. Then she poured some olive oil over me and rubbed me off with her body. She took my clothes off and took me to her bathroom. There she took off her clothes and we both had a bath. She gave me a nice blowjob and I came on her face. Later we ordered food from a nearby restaurant and we spent the whole night together. She didn’t let me sleep until we had three rounds of intercourse. What else can you expect from a newly married Japanese wife?