Chapter 2: Tryst in the private onsen
Breakfast the next morning turned out to be a rather frosty affair with Dani giving me the cold shoulder, running off on her own the moment she finished her food.
"What's wrong with Dani?" Sarah pondered as she sipped her coffee. "Did you do something to annoy her?"
Sarah's question hung in the air like the steam rising from the nearby baths, her dark eyes fixed on me with unsettling directness. I stirred my cooling tea, watching the leaves swirl in the dregs. Dani's abrupt departure and icy silence were impossible to ignore, her slender form practically vibrating with unspoken fury as she’d vanished towards the gardens.
"Yeah," I admitted, the word scraping out, rough with the sudden dryness in my throat. I couldn't meet Sarah's intense gaze, focusing instead on a knot in the polished cedar table. "We... had sex last night. After her massage." I paused, choosing my words with the care of a bomb technician. "Got a bit intense. I... I confessed something to her. Something I've carried for a while."
Sarah leaned forward, her petite frame taut with curiosity, the steam from her coffee momentarily fogging her delicate features. "Confessed? Like what? You didn't cheat, did you?" Her voice was sharp, probing.
"No!" The denial came too fast, too loud. I lowered my voice. "No, nothing like that. It's embarrassing." I rubbed my temple, genuinely feeling the weight of it now. "I... I have this fantasy. A stupid one. I told her I sometimes... imagine her with another man. That the thought... turns me on." Heat flooded my face. "She didn't take it well."
Sarah's eyes widened, then narrowed thoughtfully. She let out a low whistle, leaning back slightly. "Holy shit, Tom. A cuckold kink? That's...unexpected." Her gaze raked over me, a flicker of something unreadable in her expression – not quite judgment, more like reassessment. "No wonder she's pissed. Dani's pretty traditional under that shy shell. That kind of talk probably felt like a slap."
"It was a slap," I muttered, pushing my plate away, appetite gone. "I shouldn't have dumped it on her like that. Especially not after..." I caught myself just in time, biting back the words 'after Aiji fucked her brains out'. "...after a long day." The half-truth tasted sour. "Seemed like the right moment in the heat of... things. It wasn't."
Sarah drummed her lacquered fingernails on the table. "Heat of the moment makes us say stupid shit." She paused, her eyes scanning the dining room, then landed back on me. "So, you got off on imagining her with someone else? That's the big confession?"
I could only nod, the humiliation a tight band around my chest. "Yeah. Stupid."
"Huh." Sarah took a slow sip of coffee, her gaze drifting towards the gardens where Dani had disappeared. It felt like an eternity before she spoke again. "Well, lover boy, you've fucked up royally. She's probably off licking her wounds." A sly smile touched her lips. "Maybe I should go check on her? Smooth things over? Girl talk?"
Girl talk. The phrase sent a jolt of panic through me. Dani, upset and vulnerable, confessing everything about Aiji to her best friend? "No!" The word burst out, sharper than intended. Sarah raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. I forced calm. "I mean... maybe give her space? Let her cool off first. She seemed like she needed to be alone." The lie felt flimsy even to me.
Sarah studied me for another long moment, that unnerving perceptiveness shining through. "Right. Space." She pushed her chair back, the scrape loud on the tatami. "Fine. But sulking alone in a room is depressing. Come on. There's a private onsen garden tucked away down the east path I booked for us all later. Let's scope it out now – distract ourselves. Maybe the steam will bake some sense back into you." She was already moving, not waiting for my agreement.
Her sudden decisiveness left me scrambling. "Sarah, wait..." I fumbled for my wallet, hastily dropping yen notes onto the table.
"Chop chop, slowpoke!" she called over her shoulder, already weaving through the tables with surprising speed for her small, pregnant frame. "Fresh air! Scenery! Stop moping!"
Private onsen. The words echoed ominously. Where was Dani really? The sickening suspicion, fueled by Aiji's parting words about meeting later, coiled tight in my gut. I hurried after Sarah, the meticulously raked gravel path crunching underfoot, the scent of pine and damp earth filling the air. The lush greenery pressed in, dripping with morning moisture. Sarah moved with purpose, her jet-black hair swinging like a dark curtain down her back.
After several winding turns, she stopped abruptly, pressing a finger to her lips. We were near a high bamboo fence screening one of the private baths."Shhh. Listen." Her whisper was barely audible.
The distinct, rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh drifted through the thick steam and bamboo, punctuated by low, guttural grunts and high, breathless feminine cries that cut off into muffled gasps. Dani's cries. Unmistakable. My blood turned to ice, then fire.
"Oh god... Aiji!" Dani's voice, strained with desperate pleasure, shattered the serene garden atmosphere. "Please... oh! Ahhh! Please!"
Sarah's eyes locked onto mine, wide with shock, then darkening with something else entirely – a fierce, almost predatory understanding. Her gaze flicked pointedly from my face down to the front of my pants, where my traitorous cock was already thickening, straining against the fabric, reacting instantly to the raw sounds of my wife being taken. Her lips curved into a knowing, dangerous smile.
"Please what, Dani?" came Aji's voice. "Please stop?" he teased
"No..... Please don't stop!" wailed Dani "Take me!"
Sarah grabbed my wrist, her grip surprisingly strong, and pulled me silently along the fence. She found a slight gap, a warped sliver between the bamboo poles. "Look," she breathed, her voice husky.
Through the gap, the scene unfolded in the steamy haze. Dani stood waist-deep in the milky water of the private onsen, bent sharply forward at the waist, her slender arms rigidly braced against the dark, moss-slicked rocks lining the edge of the pool. Aiji reared powerfully behind her, his dark, muscular back gleaming with water and sweat, driving into her with relentless, deep thrusts that made the water surge rhythmically around Dani’s trembling thighs. Their position faced us directly; though a little distant, I could still clearly see every agonized twist of Dani’s beautiful face as her pregnant body welcomed each forceful impact, her full breasts swaying hypnotically over the churning water's surface.
Sarah’s hand was suddenly a vice on my forearm, her nails biting through my sleeve, her breathing shallow and rapid beside me. She didn’t look away from the spectacle; her own eyes were huge, dark pools reflecting the carnal scene, her lips slightly parted. "Oh god.." she breathed, the word trembling out, thick with an arousal that mirrored the painful, shameful throb in my own groin. Her other hand drifted unconsciously down, pressing flat against the slight swell of her pregnant belly, her knuckles white. The humid air felt thick enough to choke on, saturated with the mineral smell of the spring and the raw, animal musk of sex. Dani’s cries climbed higher, fractured and broken, a soundtrack to the obscene, wet slapping sounds echoing off the rocks. "He's... he's destroying her," Sarah whispered, her voice a strained mix of horror and fascination, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "And she's loving every moment of it!"
That much was painfully true; unlike the previous night’s obscured silhouettes dancing behind the paper screen, today’s harsh daylight laid bare in searing detail every tremor of ecstasy on Dani’s face as Aiji hammered into her from behind. Her pregnant body, taut and flush with arousal, arched elegantly back like a swan as she turned to seek the countenance of the man who was ravishing her. Dani's gaze locked onto Aiji with an intensity that stopped my breath, Her expression - a heedy mixture of need, longing, lust, content and love - was erotic beyond belief; this was a look she had never bestowed upon me, not even on my wedding day. But now, it was being lavished entirely upon Aiji, as my wife surrendered herself completely to him, moaning his name with wild abandon as he repeatedly claimed her pussy for himself. I could see Aiji's lips curl up in a triumphant smile as he continued to ravish her, secure in the knowledge that my wife was his again once more.
A liquid moan beside me brought my attention snapping back to Sarah. My cock jumped when I saw her. Standing within arms reach was the semi-naked and visibly aroused form of my wife's best friend. Her breaths came in sharp, shallow gasps that misted the humid air between us. Loosened fabric gaped at her chest, baring slender shoulders and stiff, dusky nipples puckered tight from arousal and steam. My stare snagged on her trembling hand buried deep beneath the silk sash of her yukata, fingers frantically pumping in and out of her own wetness.
“Fuck, Tom,” Sarah hissed, her voice a raw scrape against the lewd symphony of Dani’s cries and Aiji’s grunts. Her hips jerked in perfect, desperate time with each brutal thrust we witnessed, her knuckles white where she braced against the damp bamboo. “Can’t… stop… seeing him split her open… fucking hell…” A fresh, choked moan escaped her bitten lip as Dani arched back on a piercing scream, water sloshing violently around her thighs.
The shameless display – Sarah mirroring my wife’s submission, mimicking her posture and pleasure while imagining Aiji’s cock instead of her own fingers – ignited a wildfire in my blood. Jealousy, lust, and raw, perverse validation twisted together, making my own cock throb painfully. Dani’s ecstatic wail echoed – “Aiji! Don’t stop!” – and Sarah whimpered in response, her eyes wild and fixed on the spectacle, her plunging fingers a blur.
“She’s… she’s coming again,” Sarah gasped, her whole body tensing, watching Dani convulse against the rocks. “Just like… last night… God, she’s so fucking wrecked…” Her own frantic motions stuttered, then intensified, a low groan rumbling in her chest as she chased the phantom sensation of Aiji filling her instead. She wasn't just watching; she was becoming Dani in that steamy hellscape, consumed by the fantasy of being taken.
The primal need radiating off Sarah was a physical force. Her gaze snapped to mine, dark pupils swallowing the irises, gleaming with an urgent, reckless hunger that mirrored the chaos inside me. “Tom,” she breathed, the word thick with desperate need, her hand still working furiously between her legs. “I can’t… I need… touch me. Fuck me. Right here. Right fucking now.” Her free hand shot out, grabbing the front of my robe, yanking me hard against her trembling body. Before I could process the demand, her mouth crashed onto mine, hot and demanding, tasting of salt and desperation.
I pulled back, breaking the kiss, my hands on her shoulders. “Sarah, wait—Peter. Your husband.” My voice was a ragged thing, torn between the pounding in my skull and the ache in my cock.
“Fuck Peter,” she snarled, her eyes glazing over as another choked cry from Dani sliced through the steam. “I don’t care. I need it. I need you to fuck me now, Tom, please.” Her fingers scrambled at the knot of her yukata belt, tearing it open. The fabric fell apart, revealing her small, perfect breasts and the gentle curve of her pregnant belly. She was sopping wet, her inner thighs slick, her scent—musky and urgent—cutting through the mineral air.
Seeing sweet, normally feisty Sarah reduced to this begging, trembling state shattered my last pretense of control. My resolve crumbled. I spun her around roughly, facing her toward the bamboo fence, mirroring Dani’s position exactly. I yanked my own robe open, freed my throbbing cock, and without ceremony, guided it to her dripping entrance. I drove into her with one brutal, deep thrust, splitting her open, burying myself to the hilt in her tight, clutching heat.
She screamed, a raw, broken sound muffled by the wood she pressed her face against. “Yes! God, yes! Like that! Fuck me just like he’s fucking her!” Her words were a hot, obscene whisper against the bamboo slats. I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, and began pounding into her with the same relentless, driving rhythm Aiji used on my wife just feet away.
The two rhythms syncopated against the bamboo—his hard, wet slaps, mine sharper, flesh on flesh. Sarah’s choked sobs vibrated through the wood into my palms. “He’s fucking her so deep,” she whimpered, her own inner muscles clenching around me in a wicked, sympathetic pulse. Through the gap, Dani’s head was thrown back, her mouth a silent ‘O’ before sound rushed out. “Aiji, I’m gonna come! Please, fill me up! Come inside me, please!” she begged, the words raw and guttural, nothing like her usual softness.
Aiji’s roar was a feral thing, his body locking as he slammed home and stayed there, his hips grinding deep. Sarah’s breath hitched against my ear, her voice a feverish whisper. “Tom… now. Come in me. Do it. Fill me up while he fills her.” The demand, paired with the sight of Aiji’s triumphant shudder, severed my last thread of control. I drove into Sarah one final, brutal time as my own release tore through me, a hot, pulsing flood emptying into her depths as I watched my wife’s body accept another man’s seed.
Simultaneously, from the onsen, Dani's voice shattered into a raw, keening wail. "I’m coming! Oh Aiji, I can feel you pulsing inside me —oh god, I can’t believe how much you are shooting inside me!" she screamed, her words dissolving into incoherent sobs as her body seized around Aiji. Beside me, Sarah's stifled gasp ripped into a sharp, choked cry as her own climax gripped her; she bit down on her knuckle, but a high, desperate whine escaped as her hips jerked back against me, her channel fluttering wildly around my softening cock.
For a long moment, the only sounds were the frantic slosh of water, ragged breathing, and the drip of condensation from bamboo leaves. "Sounds like we weren't the only ones enjoying ourselves," Aiji's smug, post-coital voice carried clearly through the steam, lazy and satisfied. "Someone in the next garden got quite a show." Dani's reply was a breathless, spent murmur. "Do you... think they heard everything?" "Every delicious detail," Aiji chuckled, the sound of water shifting as he presumably moved. "Hopefully, it made their day."
My own stomach coiled with a nausea that had nothing to do with satiation. Sarah slowly peeled her forehead from the bamboo, her expression shell-shocked and flushed. She wordlessly tugged her yukata closed, her fingers trembling on the fabric. I withdrew from her, the sudden chill air a shock on my wet skin. We didn't speak, moving with a silent, urgent consensus away from the fence, our steps hurried and soft on the damp moss.
Only when we were a full turn of the path away, hidden by a thicket of maple trees, did she stop and lean against a trunk, her chest heaving. "Fuck," she breathed, the word exploding into the quiet garden. "Fuck, Tom. That was...insane." I could only nod, my mind reeling with the image of Dani's ecstatic face and the feel of Sarah's climax around me. "We have to do something," I managed to say, my voice hoarse.
Sarah smirked, punching my arm playfully as she admitted that what happened just now was the best sex she’s had in a long time, even though by doing so we’ve generated a whole new set of problems. “My knees are actually shaking, you animal,” she whispered, a breathless laugh escaping her as she straightened her yukata with trembling hands. I apologised for losing control and making love to Sarah and potentially putting her relationship with Peter in jeopardy, the words tumbling out in a guilty rush. She surprised me by telling me this will not be an issue as she and Peter have an open relationship and often swing, her expression shifting to one of casual reassurance. “Peter’s probably fucking some yoga instructor in Bali right now, honestly,” she said, waving a dismissive hand. However she admits that Dani’s reaction might be a bit more difficult to manage, her playful smirk fading into a look of genuine, focused concern. “That look on her face with Aiji… that wasn’t just sex, Tom. That was something else.” She believes that she will be able to talk Dani through it in private, and asks me to leave it to her, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Go for a walk. Clear your head. Let me find her and… assess the damage.” She leaned in, her scent of sex and steam still clinging to her, and gave me a quick, hard kiss. “And for the record, your cock is way better than Peter’s.” With that, she turned and hurried down the path, her steps purposeful, leaving me alone in the dripping silence of the garden.
I stood there for a long time, the chill air finally seeping through my robe, making me aware of the dampness on my skin. My mind replayed everything in a sick, overlapping loop: Dani’s ecstatic screams, Sarah’s desperate pleas, the feel of her tight cunt milking my orgasm out. A profound emptiness settled in my gut, colder than the mountain air. I had gotten everything I’d secretly fantasized about, and it tasted like ashes. Mechanically, I retied my robe and began walking, not toward our room, but deeper into the labyrinthine gardens, following no path at all.