[Shizune] A Sweet Competition (Halloween Special + Erotic)

A Sweet Competition (Halloween Special)



I yawn as I close the door on our final visitor of the night, the moon shining high in the sky as the time continues to span past midnight. With a grunt, I flop down onto the couch, spreading my body across the cushions in an attempt to relax.

Let me start by saying this.

It's been one hell of a day.

Being on my feet the entire day because of my lovely overlord commanding me around the home, for one, isn't the best way to build up to a huge party.

Then it was finally time, and within a couple of hours, everyone is now gone.

I'm also left more than slightly buzzed from the amount of alcohol I've consumed. Speaking of my wife, on the other hand...

Where the hell did she run off to?

I groan as my feet ache from about ten or so hours of standing up, being put back into their previous misery while I head in a small scale adventure around the home.

I take my journey through the kitchen, dining room, laundry room; all leaving me empty handed with an answer as to where Shizune is. I finally reach the hallway that runs past the bathroom and to our bedroom, a quiet but frequent amount of shuffling finding its way out from behind the bathroom door.

I grin.

Why is she changing right now? Our Halloween party had some spirited guests, but she certainly was not among that bunch. She has no reason to be trading outfits at this time of night, especially because of her general bedtime being at a much later point during the night than now.

I fight back and forth in my head for a couple of seconds, deciding on how terribly it would go against my morals to take advantages of her deafness and try the knob to the door.

My male form of curiosity certainly takes the best of me, my hand reaching down for the knob and delicately pushing the door open a crack.

I'm caught off guard as soon as the door slams shut in my face, nearly knocking me back into the opposite wall of the hallway.

I rub the back of my neck out of embarrassment as she cracks the door open, peeking her head and hands out. Of course, I'm met by the evil and burning glare of a thousand suns, he eyes practically eating my skin alive as my face begins to feel hot.

She frowns, obviously disappointingly, in my direction.

[What do you think you're doing, Hisao?] She continues to hide the majority of her body behind the door, leaving me and my raging male drive flooring in reverse,

I scratch my neck as I attempt to come up with a response.

[I was just looking to see where you were, is all.]

She shakes her head from side to side, an evil grin forming on her lips.

[Oh, so you just happened to figure I'd be in the bathroom? If you'd figured that much out with that despicable brain of yours, then what else was driving you to actually want come in here?]

Shit.

I know where this is going, and it's certainly not going to end in my favor.

This is literally how most chess games go between the two of us, for example. I make one single mistake of a move, and she will spend an hour cornering me in my own failed strategy until I admit defeat.

Her villainous smirk continues to spread as she sees my expression turn for the worse, taking every chance she gets to add more shots.

[Let me guess: you wanted a free show?]

I hate submitting defeat to her. I really, really do. Maybe I'll get let off for good behavior if I admit to it.

Sometimes, being a guy who lives alone with his extremely attractive wife has its pitfalls.

[I guess you could say that.] I sign to her, my hands dropping to my sides as my face continues to blow up into an unbelievably bright red.

Seemingly satisfied with my answer, her eyes seem to loosen up into a more fire driven look than evil.

[You admitted defeat quite easily this time. How disappointing...] Her hand travels up to her mouth to cover up a silent giggle, followed by wiping some imaginary remains of tears from the corners of her eyes.

I glare at her as she adjusts herself, looking down to make sure her generous chest hasn't been showing past the door. Finally, she tacks on one more thing.

[If you know what's good for you, you'll go wait in the bedroom with your eyes closed.]

I shoot her a glance of confusion.

[Why? Also, how will I know when to open my eyes?]

She grins at me once more.

[Oh, you'll find out. Just stop asking so many questions and do as I say.] As she begins to retreat behind the door, she adds on one final cliffhanger. [Otherwise I'll start second guessing what I'm about to do even more than I already have been.]

Her face changes to one of what almost appears as guilty pleasure as she disappears behind the door once more, locking the door as it slams shut.

I'm left in a dazed and confused position, my body obeying her orders as I turn and drag my legs towards our room.

It can't be all that bad, right? I mean, after all, generally when she tells me to head to the bedroom, that means one thing, doesn't it?

Sex?

No, maybe not?

I suppose that's some wishful thinking.

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A few minutes pass by as I find myself laying on the bed, my eyes closed and covered by a pillow as a form for reinforcement.

The anticipation is nearly at it's bursting point in my head, my body nearly ready to fly through the wall and into the bathroom.

What could possibly be taking her so unreasonably long to get out of there? I mean, it's obvious she's changing into something, but what?

One light flicks on in my head, connecting a few dots together.

Halloween outfit?

My brain begins to strain itself as I try to remember back a couple of weeks, a time where we took a shopping trip in town and she ended up purchasing a costume I wasn't supposed to see.

I remember seeing it, and it's on the tip of my tongue, but I can't quite retrieve the image from my memory.

My train of thought is shattered as a massive snap rings through the air, nearly making me throw my body off the side of the bed. In the process of reacting, I managed to throw the pillow off my head and peel my eyes wide open.

I...

What?

What the fuck?

My jaw begins to descend on its own, my brain having a clash over what to do.

Should I laugh because of how embarrassed she looks, or rather be overly happy because of the amount of my fetishes being met in one single swing of the bat?

I eye Shizune up and down, her cheeks lighting up in a tinted red color.

I should add that it's her, accompanied by the outfit suitable of that assigned to a French maid.

A curve emphasizing, high cut black dress and apron with stockings and high heels, all brought together with a black bow tied into her shoulder length hair.

Also, glasses. Can't forget those.

She directs her eyes away from me, smirking a bit and attempting to avoid.

Feeling confident, I give her a massive, shit-eating grin.

[You're really into some weird stuff, aren't you?] Of course, I receive the reaction I was aiming for, She leans forward and scrunches her face at me, fuming a crazy amount as she takes my comment to heart.

[I'm into weird stuff? Try that again, only the other way around.]

I grin and shrug at her.

[Every good man loves a girl in a maid outfit. Nothing too out of the ordinary there. You're the one who actually went out of the way to please me with such a thing.]

She leans back a bit and raises her eyebrow at me.

[Oh, so what is this now? Are you accusing me of doing this out of my own pleasure?] I fall back into the mound of pillows on our bed, holding my gut as I laugh hysterically. This woman is so easy to mess with, even with her thick and generally playful attitude.

[Actually, yes, I am. After all, are you that daft to realize that I just said you're into some really weird stuff?]

She pouts at me, her teeth seemingly grinding together behind her lips.

[Okay then, Mister Nakai. What are some 'weird' things that I enjoy when it comes to sex?] I have to control myself at her usage of the word sex, as it's something she really has dropped from her vocabulary altogether.

Gathering myself back together, I begin to rattle off various experiments that she's wanted us to try.

[Where should I start? How about anal?] Her mouth drops open as her eyes squint at me, her facing crinkling up.

[That was a one time thing! Not to mention, you enjoyed it too!]

I let out a small bout of laughter, trying to contain myself once again.

[There's a difference between enjoying something and being the one to initiate it. What about the time you wanted to do it in that alleyway outside of your office? You know, like, in public and all?]

She moves forward quickly, disposing of her heels that were obviously just for show and pouncing on top of me. Her thighs straddle the lower half of my body, leaving me to gulp as her eyes shine with an expression of lust.

This right here... it is everything a man dreams of.

Well, at least, I think every man.

Actually, it could just be me.

I move to sign as I can't really adjust myself into a comfortable position, but to no avail as she restricts my hands from doing so.

This woman has such cheap tactics that it's unbelievable. Any and every opportunity she has to win something, whether it be a little domination fight in bed or a game of Risk, she will take the easiest way out.

It isn't happening like that tonight. No way in hell will I allow it.

With a strong turn of my hips, I manage to catch her off guard and swing her into position underneath of me, claiming top as my own.

She raises her an excited eyebrow at me, an evil aura meeting between our gazes.

[Hisao Nakai, taking charge in bed? What a shocking twist that is!] She seems giddy with her excitement nearly uncontainable, giving me a nice little boost in confidence.

[I aim to please.] She rolls her eyes at me, provoking another question. [Why no response about your crazy public sex fantasy, by the way? Admitting defeat for once?]

She attempts to protest, giving me a little jab to the arm.

[Mrs. Shizune Nakai never admits defeat. Ever.]

I raise my eyebrow at her, my lips beginning to tingle in hopefulness of what's to come.

[Well then, Mrs. Nakai, what are you trying to say? Would you like to make things a little bit more interesting? Say...] I pause for a moment for dramatic effect, drawing out the conclusion to my question.

[...a competition?]

A fire lights in her eyes immediately, bringing forth a sense of competitiveness that hasn't been present in a couple of weeks.

[What do you have in mind?] I ponder her words for a moment, coming to the idea that I probably should have planned this out a little bit better. After a couple seconds of frantic thinking, I organize my thoughts into words.

[A war over pleasure. Rather than a... well, dominating contest, as you seem to enjoy so much, we do things a bit differently tonight: We take turns making each other feel good. Come to the end of our time and after that, a victor will be named in terms of who was better at making the other feel better.]

Her glasses catch a glare from the light above us, making her smile look all the more menacing.

[I accept this challenge. Now just freaking kiss me and stop dragging this out, you know I need to be up for work tomorrow morning.]

Without any further mention of getting started, I take lead and force my lips against hers. Our tongues clash in a tide of passion, fighting for the glory of royalty when it comes to our bed expeditions.

Her hand not shortly after we start begins fumbling around with my pants, rushing in an attempt to beat me at my own game. I hold her down for a moment, causing her to nearly pout in disapproval of my momentum killer.

[Now, now. No need to rush, right? After all, I could potentially be interested in taking things slow this evening.]

She scoffs at my remark, seemingly frustrated.

[I've already told you that I have to get up in the morning! You, on the other hand, do not have to be up at the crack of dawn.]

Oh boy, this is almost too easy.

[I suppose you're okay with not winning, then. I'm perfectly okay with that, you know.]

She releases a hefty amount of air, nearly at the temperature of steam. I, of course, laugh in her face as she slows her pace to a much less frantic one, going slower as our tongues resume their war.

Once my pants are finally discarded off of the bed, she takes a gentle approach to putting me on the bottom of the two of us. My hands move up her dress, dragging her pair of skimpy underwear from their space and flinging them aimlessly over into the ever growing pile.

Our lips continue to fight, my eyes staying closed as a massive amount of pleasure begins to overcome my body at a newly started stimulus: her hand grasping my hardening length.

She smiles as she can see I fight off the urge to let her know how good it truly feels, my nerves warding off the onslaught of absolute lust. Her hand slides up and down, a couple of silent cues telling her to continue on.

Catching me off guard, she halts all of her kissing on my lips and moves to a full on attack to my emotions, kissing me on my neck and trailing down to a much lower location. Finally, she shifts her body into a position where her lips can easily access my genital area.

God damn, why has she gotten so good at this stuff?

She can read me like a book, as if there are step by step instructions on how to beat me at everything and anything.

I close my eyes for a moment as I prepare myself for the first battle of many, her lips teasing as they brush against my tip. Next, as expected, she involves a little bit of tongue, driving me to a stressful situation to as I attempt to refuse an early battle loss.

It's going to be a hard fought war tonight.

Then again, it is almost every night.

With that said, she brings the full blown attack. With a wink at me, taunting me with her deceptive and veiled attempts at tricking me into losing round one.

Her mouth takes my in my entire length, warmth and moisture being sent spiraling up and down as she begins her motions. She messed with me an unreal amount, throwing various pace changes to tease and send forward on my way to climax.

My hand finds its way to the back of Shizune's head, willing her along a bit and causing her to create a fast, rhythmic pace. Of course, being a person who can use sign, she simply shows me her disapproval, even while having her mouth and... well, a slight bit of her throat preoccupied.

[Hands off, or I'll bite down. You remember the last time that happened?]

I nearly wince in pain at the flashback to that day, a quite dark moment in the history of mankind. I'd like to not think about the fine details of that, though.

Giving her a mini salute, she brings herself back to finishing me off, speeding up and bringing me to the edge.

I think I'm going to lose.

Again.

I can't hold back this passion I'm feeling towards this woman right now, and it's making me go mad in my head.

Shizune peeks up at my face, seeing the vast look of horror and taking that as a sign of what seems to fast approaching. Removing the contents of her mouth, she resorts back to using her hand, giving me one of the biggest shit-eating smirks I've seen in my entire life.

[Oh my, Hisao. Are you feeling alright? You look as if you really want to let something out.]

Not bothering to give her a fair warning, and in a certainly correct manner, I finally reach my limit and release myself onto her face, leaving her stunned in disbelief of what just happened. I'm left in a flash of brilliant white, trying to regain my senses and move forward with my plans.

No more games.

I don't care if I lose.

I just want to feel good again.

She's going to feel damn good in the process, too.

Shizune stands up from the bed for a moment and discards her soiled clothes, leaving her just with a pair of glasses on her body.

I reach up and pull her back down to me, pushing my lips against hers a mix of lust and passion once more. She allows it for a moment, before shoving me away, crossing her arms across her chest and looking quite discontent.

[What do you say?]

[What are you talking about?]

[Say you're sorry for doing that on my face, you dick!]

I laugh it off, pulling her back down and settling for catching her off guard. I swing myself back on top of her, moving my hand down in between her legs. She hisses in approval, one of the only noises I've ever heard her make since we've been together.

Actually, that's kind of... disappointing?

All my wife can do is 'hiss' during sex to show her taking a liking to what I'm doing?

Whatever, can't say that's much of a worry.

My fingers glide up and down across the opening of her lower lips, teasing her and causing her hips to buck a bit. Her breaths sound erratic and feel hot as the brush against my ear, allowing me to regain some strength in my lower half.

“...ngh!” My thumb brushes against her slightly hardened nub.

I grin.

I think it's time to take back some ground in this war.

I slide two fingers inside of her, a sharp breath coming from her lips as she gives a diluted moan of sensation. Gliding in and out, lubricated by her already quite slick walls, her hips buck up and down, leaving me quite satisfied with my beginning forward attack. Mixing things up, I return to rubbing her nub, leaving her eyes pinched shut and her breaths as fast as I've heard them come in months.

She starts to sign at me.

[This doesn't even feel good! Maybe you should have thought of-] She cuts her signing for a moment to scream internally, a fresh bout of liquid oozing out onto the palm of my hand. Giggling like a child, I lift my hand to her face, one that looks completely overcome with fatigue. Her chest heaves in and out as her lower half finally stops bucking from the blast of sensation.

[You want to take that back?]

[Maybe...] She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath for a moment. [But I'm still winning easily. You have ground to make up still.]

She adjusts her glasses as I slip in a little cheap shot, pinching her nipple. She reacts by slapping my hand away, looking pissed as ever.

[What the hell was that for?]

I shrug.

[Getting you ready for the final round.] With that, I position myself in between her legs with my full rejuvenated shaft, taking the tip and teasing her just like I had with my fingers. Obviously still sensitive from the last time, she pulls back a bit at first, before finally giving in to the horrifyingly great feelings that are about to come her way.

She pouts at me, pushing out her lower lip.

[Stop teasing me and just put it in already...]

[Duly noted, ma'am.]

I slowly spread her entrance apart as I begin to insert myself into her, drawing overjoyed reactions from the two of us.

After a moment, I'm the entire way in, my eyes staring into hers as if I'm awaiting conformation to begin. She simply nods her head, enough to send my hips into gear. I flow in and out, our unusual breathing patterns mixing with sweat and other fluids below, creating a slight squishing sound with every thrust.

Her eyes squeeze shut and open almost in rhythm with every push, myself groaning upon deaf ears as sensation sets off fireworks in my imagination.

This right here may be the greatest night of my life.

Okay, that's a lie. Maybe top ten greatest.

But it's still pretty damn phenomenal.

I mix up my speeds a bit and rub her nub a bit as I continue to move, sending her lust into overdrive. Her hips begin to move on their own, leaving me with a brief moment to catch my own breath.

I can feel the end of our night nearing, my body beginning to heat up as I slow down for a moment, deciding to give her a moment of fair warning.

[I'm getting pretty close. Where do you want me to... you know?] She laughs at my awkward way that I go about addressing our current situation, leaving me a bit embarrassed. Within a split second, I find myself being put on the bottom, her thighs straddling me once again.

And thus, we're back at square one from our adventure this evening.

Minus the maid outfit.

[Let me handle it.] I frown at her, not entirely sold on the idea.

[You always 'handle' it. Why can't you let me take lead sometimes?]

She smiles in an unusual shy manner, attacking my senses in a way that I haven't quite felt before.

[Other than being a winner and competitor, I think I do it because I love the idea of making the man I love feel good. Is that too much to ask for?] I place my hands on her hips and get her started on her own, giving her an answer that should certainly appeal to her personality.

From there, she takes over, riding me as if I was a god damn horse. It's a fantastic feeling as I begin to feel myself about to finish off, her hips and breathing syncing to a point as fast.

In one final moment of brilliance, my eyes white out one final time for the night, my hips moving on their own as I retract the flood gates inside of her.

As I finally come back to reality, the realization of our fluids mixing inside of her finally fading away, Shizune falls off of her position on top of me and regains control of her breathing, her eyes closing as she tries to recover from an obviously more powerful finish than my own.

She scoots off the bed for a moment, stumbling around the room and into the master bathroom to clean herself off, returning and wearing just a pair of my boxers. I sigh in disapproval, not really caring as much as I normally would.

[Stealing my underwear now? Woman, you've got some weird characteristics.]

She puts her hands on her hips, forcing a menacing grin that barely covers up a smile.

[Your boxers are more comfortable. Anyways, you're sleeping nude because I stole your last pair.]

I groan as she rolls into bed beside me resting her chin on my chest and staring up into my eyes.

[Hisao?] I reach over and turn the lamp on my night stand off, darkening the room quite a bit.

[Let me guess: you want to know who won our little competition tonight?]

She lets out a silent giggle, nuzzling her head into my chest a bit and letting out a soft sigh.

[Actually, I was going to tell you that you won.]

Okay, now this night has reached one of the top five best in my young life.

I grin at her as I can feel her body relax and transition into a peaceful slumber, planting a kiss on her forehead.

Not too long after, I fade off into my own dream world, feeling as accomplished as I have in this household in a very long time.