The Miyashita living room was filled with the sounds of a sensual Korean melody, causing Mr. Miyashita to pause mid-step as he entered his home. He followed the music, his heart pounding in his chest until he reached the living room. His eyes widened at the sight before him.
His wife, Oku-san, was dancing in front of a well-built black man, her body moving in ways that made Mr. Miyashita's breath hitch. She wore a wool top, held together by a single diamond, and a tight wool miniskirt that left little to the imagination. Her legs were long and toned, and her hips moved with a fluidity that was mesmerizing.
Oku-san greeted her husband with a seductive smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hello, dear," she said, her voice low and sultry. The black man nodded at him, a small smile playing on his lips. "She's a quick learner," he said, his voice deep and smooth.
Mr. Miyashita's eyes narrowed as he took in his wife's outfit. "What are you wearing?" he asked, his voice tight with anger. Oku-san laughed, a sound that was full of amusement. "I'm taking private dance lessons from him," she said, gesturing towards the black man. "He's my dance instructor."
Mr. Miyashita struggled to understand the situation. "But your outfit," he said, his voice faltering. Oku-san shrugged, a playful smile on her lips. "I'm wearing a C-string thong," she said, her voice matter-of-fact. "It's not a big deal."
Mr. Miyashita's mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't argue with her logic. He watched as she continued to dance, her body moving in time with the music. After a few minutes, she turned to him, her eyes twinkling. "I'm learning sexy dancing for you," she said, her voice soft.
Mr. Miyashita's face turned red, and he quickly left the room. Thirty minutes later, he returned to find Oku-san and the instructor chatting over tea. Oku-san laughed, her voice loud and infectious. "I accidentally spilled tea on your crotch," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
The instructor nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes, you did," he said, his voice deep. Mr. Miyashita's eyes widened as he saw a small wet mark on the instructor's pants. Oku-san stood up, a playful smile on her lips. "Let me clean it for you," she said, her voice low and sultry.
She squatted near the instructor, pretending to clean the stain. But instead, she grabbed his manhood and started licking it over the fabric. Mr. Miyashita watched in disbelief as Oku-san continued to tease the instructor, who seemed to enjoy the attention.
Unsure of how to react, Mr. Miyashita observed as the dance lesson took an unexpected turn. Oku-san invited him to join, turning the living room into an erotic dance floor. And as he watched his wife move her body with a sensuality that he had never seen before, Mr. Miyashita realized that he was in for a wild ride.
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