Shizune - Lazy Sundays

For a Sunday evening, traffic wasn’t that bad. Certainly better than on weekdays. I almost enjoyed a ride for a change – almost. It was getting dark, and I’d hate to spend the rest of the evening in a jam somewhere, so I started to get worried. Damn, if only mom and dad didn’t live on the other side of the city, so my trip home wouldn’t take over an hour. On the other hand, it may be a blessing in disguise – I can’t visit them very often, which makes reunions that much sweeter. Mom is always so happy and energetic when I visit. Especially this time? I don’t know, I may overthink it.

Yeah, this time I went alone - multiple reasons for that. Firstly, Shizune herself refused to go. Not out of any bad blood between her and my parents, though – she wanted to go shopping and “make this evening an unforgettable one”. I only nodded – who knows what she had in mind. I’m not that keen on surprises, but… let’s see how this one plays out. Secondly, there was an obvious problem – Shizune’s deafness. Every visit to my old house felt really awkward, since despite Shizune almost never engaging in any dialogue, I still had to translate everything to her, which started to get, honestly, pretty difficult after a while. Of course, she can lip read – a bit, and it works better when it’s a dialogue, not when multiple people are involved, and she still can’t easily interject – only through me.  I can’t believe Misha, that titan of a girl, managed to do it day in – day out, and with a smile on her face. Next time they’re over, I’m going to… Wait, what was my idea of a gift for her? A massage parlor abonnement, right? I just have to pick out a good one…

Anyway, Shizune and my parents aren’t close. Not that they hate each other – they just don’t have anything in common, except for me. I felt for both parties when I was sitting there, knowing they were uncomfortable – mom wanting me all for herself, and Shizune wanting to go home. Mom always tells me that I look like a stick when I’m over, which I prefer not to translate – among some other things. Is it a jab at Shizune? I told ma multiple times, it’s an equal marriage – the one least tired after a workday cooks. Unless we’re equally dead, and just get a takeout. Dad likes Shizune – or at least, being a pragmatic bastard, likes the fact that I married into a wealthy family. He always asks this tactless question about me “finally quitting the teaching, and applying for a job in Jigoro’s company”. No, thank you. Let Shizune do business – she was born for it. I’m fine with bringing in a smaller cut of family’s budget. Doesn’t hurt my self-esteem.

I finally pull up to our parkway, and let out a triumphant sigh. Home. I’m absolutely full after mom’s dinner, but hell, let’s see what awaits me home. I think I can find a little more space…

Shizune waits for me in the hallway, scrolling through her phone. She’s in her bathrobe, although her hair doesn’t look wet. How long has she been waiting? She notices me as I start to undress, and waves.

“Hey.” I sign back, after dealing with one shoe.

“Took you a while” she replies.

“Mom didn’t want me to leave, you know her. Everything went fine when I was away?”

Instead of relying, Shizune mischievously smiles, and becks me with a finger. Starting right off the bat, huh? I comply and follow her through the house – right in the back room, the one we haven’t figured out the purpose for yet. Or maybe not. Seems like Shizune did just that when I was away.

In the middle of the room, there’s a big steel pole now. Yeah, like the one you see in a night club. A massive rod makes a statement just be being there. I gulp a little at Shizune’s attempt at renovation, but she only smiles.

“Happy birthday” she signs.

I chuckle. My birthday is still three months away.

“Looks like it wasn’t crocheting you signed up for two month ago” I sign back.

Shizune winks at me. “Good job deducing that”.

I take a walk around the room, looking at the pole from all angles. It’s nicely mounted at both top and bottom ends, and doesn’t flinch a bit when I try to shake it. Damn, this one probably cost a hefty price to get installed. I really don’t want to ruin the mood and ask her about it, but I will have to – later.

“What do you think?” she finally asks again.

“Monumental.” I try the pole once again – not a shiver.

Shizune loses her bathrobe – underneath, another surprise. Red lingerie I haven’t seen before – really cute one. Also, new red high heels – explains her loud steps. With grace, Shizune mounts the pole, and makes a couple spins around it – all I can do is marvel. She then jumps down, and walks to me. Of course, I want to take her right there, without preludes, but I’ll wait – as a respect for her craft. She leads me to a chair in the corner – also a new one, geez, this whole ordeal probably costs a fortune – and pushes me into it.

“Wait here.” I comply, and follow her with my gaze, as Shizune leaves the room. Those panties are a thing of art.

Two minutes later, lighting in a room changes. Chandelier turns off, but muffled red light from the corners of the room replaces it.

Shizune enters, with a bottle in her hand – she passes it to me, before taking the stage again. I take a nice sip of beer, and begin to enjoy the show.

Although, there’s a small problem. I chuckle to myself about it, but don’t mention it to Shizune. She forgot to turn music on.

I’d never imagined that Shizune possessed such flexibility. She whirls around the pole, performing one indescribable feat after another. With her legs, she locks around the rod, and arch backwards, her hands completely free. How the hell don’t her glasses fly off? Then she comes off the stage, and heads into my corner. Oh, right. My personal lap dance.

Shizune gets on my knees, and practically presses her body against mine. I doubt they teach THAT in her class. With a free hand, I reach her bra, but in response, receive only a slap. Ouch. Shizune angrily points to the wall. Oh, there’s a sign here.

“DON’T TOUCH THE DANCERS” it says.

How the hell didn’t I notice it before?

Frustrated, Shizune takes the stage once again. She nudges against the rod, her tongue out.

“Hey, don’t lick that!” I shout, to nobody.

To be fair to her, she doesn’t. Instead, Shizune loses her top, and presses herself against the pole once again. Despite it’s respectable girth, her breasts perfectly envelop it. A sight to behold, indeed.

My bottle is almost done. It would rude to leave and go for another one, wouldn’t it? So instead, I go for the next best thing – undo my pants, and start pleasuring myself.

To my surprise, Shizune isn’t mad. She sends me a kiss instead, still mounted on the pole. I beck her with a finger in reply. Shizune smiles – as much as I can tell from the dim lighting – and crawls from her stage. An all fours, she slowly approaches me – perfect.
Just as Shizune comes close enough, I finish on her face.

“Is this punishable by your “not touching” policy?”  I ask, as she clears her glasses.

“I’ll let it slip – for now.”

I smile, and welcome her back in my embrace. Finally, after almost half an hour home, I hug my wife.

After a long kiss, I let her go, and walk to pick up her bra. Beautiful piece. I hand it back to her, Shizune nods back.

“Took me a while to pick it out.”

“You chose great, as always.”

I can’t believe such a simple compliment made Shizune blush.

“Anyway, I reckon that test drive was a success” she finally signs back. “Ready for a wider audience.”

I’m taken aback. “Wider audience?”

“Of course.” Shizune replies, as if it was obvious. “Misha and Miki visit next Saturday. I want to show them what I’ve learned, too!”

I shake my head. “Well, fine. Just pick a less revealing outfit, okay?”




“I’m thinking about getting a cat.”
“Okay.”

I mean, what else would I reply with? I was in the middle of enjoying my breakfast. She caught me off-guard with that one, so I just sipped my tea, before coming up with something else to say.

“What kind of cat?” I finally asked. Thankfully, Shizune didn’t seem to mind a pause.

“I looked some up online.” She took out her phone. “Come, take a look.”

I grumbled a bit, but got up. You had no qualms about redesigning the whole room by yourself couple of weeks earlier, but now you need my opinion? Okay, to be fair, Shizune never brought it up herself, and paid all of it from her own wallet. But still, I own half the house, too! I leaned over her shoulder, and cute kitten faces greeted me from the screen.

Shizune couldn’t sign to me with phone in her hands, so she just scrolled through some of the bookmarked offers. I couldn’t help but smile at all those little fluffs – adorable. All with pedigrees, too. Looks like Shizune picked out some of the most trustworthy breeders from the city. And prices shown it.

“I like those the most” she finally signed, putting the phone down.

Scottish folds, three kittens left. Cute, grey balls of hair. Not that far away from here, surprisingly. I looked at the price tag, and gulped. Five hundred bucks?! What for?

“They are very pretty” I signed back.

“Right? The price, though…”

I can’t stand Shizune’s concerned face. She’s usually very stoic, and it’s almost unnatural to see her being undecided on something. I mean, it’s just a pet – if you want it hard enough, go get it. It’s not a kid – and no matter how much mom wishes for grandkids, there’s probably won’t be any of them soon. Fine, I’ll break the ice.

“I’ll get you one” I signed, against my better judgement.

“Really?!” Shizune brightened up.

I can’t believe this extortion worked. Welp, too late now.

“Really. Go get ready, let’s move out asap, before they all are sold out.

I haven’t seen Shizune grin as wide maybe ever. Whatever makes her happy, I guess. It’s just unexpected. She never talked about pets before, what’s the sudden urge? Although, knowing how pragmatic she is…

“Did you see mice or something? Why cat?”

Shizune looked perplexed. “If I saw mice, I would buy some glue traps.”

With these words, she left the kitchen. Okay. I picked up her phone, and looked up breeder’s number.

She picked up almost instantly. “Hello?”

“Um, hi. We wanted to take a look at kittens…”

“Oh, wonderful!” For some reason, it sounded like woman on the other side of the phone was hugely relieved it wasn’t about something else. “When are you going to come by?”

“In half an hour, is this all right? We’d like to make it fast.”

I heared loud rummaging, like she was moving something heavy.

“Is that so? Great! So, in half an hour! Splendid!”

“Yeah, thanks.” I hang up before it got too awkward. Time to get dressed.

I took us even less than we expected to make it to breeder’s flat. I rang the bell, and we had to wait for uncomfortable couple of minutes before somebody answered.

“What is taking her so long?” Shizune angrily signed.

“Hey don’t be mad at me!”

Finally, I hear the same unpleasant sound from before. “Coming, coming!” Door opened, and we were greeted by a 30-something woman with unkempt hair.

“Hello, miss…” Oh, crap. I forgot breeder’s name. In a moment of panic, I reached for Shizune’s pocket, to take a look at the ad once again.

The woman smiled. “Futaba. Call me Futaba. Come in.”

To my surprise, the flat was well-kept, I expected a disaster. In a corner, in small cage, there were mom and three kittens, blissfully napping. They were already quite grown up, unlike the ones in the picture. Mom woke up and yawned at me – so cute!

“So, interested in Scots, right? Good taste!” Futaba said behind my back.

“Yeah, I guess.” I turned around, and noticed her visible confusion. Of course, she was talking to Shizune, who also stayed behind me. I slapped myself on a forehead.

“Futaba, I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you. My wife is deaf.”

“Ooh.” Futaba turned red from embarrassment. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. Some sort of accident?”

I chose to ignore the tactless question. “Don’t be. She’s used to it.”

We spent next half an hour looking through kittens papers, talking about kitty food, vaccines, all the important stuff. It was hard to translate things considering I knew pretty much nothing about kitten care, but Shizune came prepared. It clearly wasn’t an impulse on her part, since she meticulously asked about every little detail. After what looked to me like eternity, the deal was finalized. Despite my push to get one of two boys, Shizune stood her ground, and insisted we take home a girl. I shook hands with Futaba, and wished her well in selling the remaining two kittens. Shizune gently pried little girl from out of the pack, and we headed out.

It was in the car when it dawned on me why Shizune wanted a girl. When we stopped on traffic light, I turned to her – she was sitting with kitten in her hands, holding it tightly.

“You want to breed kittens too, right?”

Shizune nodded back, not letting the kitten go.

I rolled my eyes. “Well, okay. Hope this business venture will pay off.”

We went to a giant pet shop breeder recommended us to visit. Shizune stayed in car, while I spent another hefty sum of money on cages, toys, food and all other stuff I barely could name. It was a challenge to get it all back to the car. We stuffed little girl in her new cage – she faintly meowed once, but that was it – and headed home. Finally, Shizune’s hands were free to keep a dialogue going.

“What are you going to name her?” I asked on another stop.

“Don’t know yet. Any ideas?”

I smiled to myself. Considering this was a Scottish fold, I was tempted to call her Lilly.

“No, nothing.”

Shizune sighed. “We need something catchy, something… aristocratic.”

I shrugged. “You’ll come up with something”

Shizune nodded in response. A minute later, I pulled over to our house.

We spent another couple hours making it comfortable for the kitten. Shizune fed her warm milk through bottle, and we left her to nap on her new bed. To be honest, it was a tiresome day. I even forgot how hungry I was before I smelled Shizune heating up food in the kitchen.

I walked in on her smiling as wide as she did in the morning. Very gently, I touched her on the neck – she didn’t flinch, and turned to me, still grinning.

“Nice to see you happy.” I signed.

Shizune nodded. “Thank you.”

“Still, it’s a huge commitment. I mean, we’re almost like parents now. It’s not an easy task.”

Shizune grabbed my hand for a moment, then let go. “You’re right. Let’s call it a test drive. Today, we begin a new chapter of our life.”




Sometimes, on a Sunday evening you just want to relax. Spend some time with your wife, who is so awfully busy for the rest of the week. Even yesterday, on her day off, she went to an office. Or was it some business meeting? I yawned loudly, trying not to think about it. Now, she’s with me. Nice cozy couch, our new humongous TV on the wall that she received as a gift from some business partners. Life worth dying for. I switched the channels, trying to find something watchable. Zero luck. I stopped on a fishing channel before I got tired of even holding the remote in my hand.

Shizune dropped on the couch near me. “Fishing? Never expected you to like it.” She signed.

“Yeah, me neither.” We both laughed a little. Shizune’s laugh is very cute, but she rarely lets it out – too self-conscious about it. I always tell her to loosen up a little, but she’s as stubborn as a mule.

Shizune gets remote into her own hands, and starts maniacally switch channels. Music, sport, crime, sci-fi channel, news… Fishing again. Looks like we made full circle.

“We should get some DVDs or something” Shizune signs, frustrated.

“I’ll pick something up tomorrow.”

For some time, we simply watch a man telling about different types of hooks. There is no subtitles, so I’d imagine it’s even less interesting to Shizune than it is to me. She yawns loudly, and I have to turn away so she doesn’t see me laughing.

Okay,I know it’s not how you do it. You need foreplay and such. But I want to try it this way. I tap Shizune on a shoulder, and she turns to me.

“Hey, Shiz. How about a blowjob?”

Shizune feigns being shocked. I can see that my audacity already pays dividend, though – corners of her mouth are smiling. I decide to strike while iron is hot, and imitate fellatio myself, poking at my cheek with tongue. Shizune has to hover her mouth to hide herself snickering at me dumbass joke.

Finally, she replies – not with sign language, but by showing me a middle finger. I’m almost ready to give up, but instead of leaving, she nudges to me, and starts to undo my pants.

“Reel it in!” an angler on the screen proclaims.

With triumphant look on my face, I take off my pants. Shizune rubs her face on my underwear, before tearing it off also.

“Whoa, naughty girl!” I say, to nobody.

Shizune is still on a couch, with her face in my crotch. I gotta be honest, I love this position. I don’t really like eye contact during the blowjob, can be awkward. Shizune seems to prefer this one, too. She hands me her glasses, locks her lips around my dick and starts going to town. I relax, letting her do the job.

What a life, eh? A CEO sucking my dick. Considering the situation, and her enormously hard week, it should be me eating her out. I feel like a proper asshole, but damn, no way I would stop her now.

“Why would you choose me? Why not some jacked fuckboy with no heart problems?” I ask Shizune’s bobbing head.

What a self-deprecating question. I’m angry at myself just for thinking about it. Shizune has been such a reliable partner for me through the years, and now I think about her being unfaithful? Right as she’s giving me head? I slap myself on the face.

Shizune pulls up her shirt, and lets her puppies out for a walk. I don’t lose much time, and with a single snap undo her bra. It falls off, revealing two beauties to the world. With my left hand, I start gently folding them. I almost feel like a farmer milking a cow – thinking about it makes me chuckle. I guess, Shizune noticed it – she now stares me right in the eyes. Ah, crap.

“What’s funny?” she signs, angrily.

“Guy on the screen. Almost fell in water.” I sign back in panic.

Shizune scowls, but gets her shirt fully off, and gets back to work. I gently place my right hand on her head, and pat her from time to time.

“Meow.”

Oh, right. Yamato is awake, and is probably hungry. She's grown enought not t be bottle fed anymore, and now we get her that absurdly expensive food. I hope there’s enough in her tray – I really don’t want to disrupt Shizune. Oh yeah, she named our cat after a battleship. Little does she know, I still call cat Lilly from time to time. Just as a joke.

“Shhh, Yamato, mommy is having her lunch. Don’t disturb her!”

I pinch Shizune’s nipple, and she shivers – I hope, from pleasure. Then, she tries to go deeper – I press her head down a bit, just for couple of seconds – I know she likes it rough sometimes.

“That’s right, Jigoro, your daughter and successor is now mine. You can call me a spineless slug all you want, it’s me she’s kneeling before!” I gleefully proclaim.

Ah, what’s better than remember your father-in-law during sex. Poor bastard must be grinding his teeth into dust thinking about how NAKAI will inherit his businesses. Cry me a river, old man. I won.

I reach Shizune’s jeans, and shove my hand in her back pocket. Amazing curves, all around. Then I go lower, lower, lower. Finally, a magic spot, Shizune moans in pleasure as I start rubbing her.

“Your grip must be strong!” an angler on the screen keeps instructing me.

Shizune starts to speed up, tongue dances around my dick. I feel like I’m getting close, so I put both my hands on her head. Finally, I cum in her mouth, and hold her head down, until she cleans everything up.

“Oh, that’s a big one!” – TV fisherman is very happy.

Shizune raises her head, and looks at me, happy as a clam. She opens her mouth, to prove it’s absolutely clean.

“You didn’t have to do that.” I sign.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” She replies, smiling.

 She leans forward for a kiss. I grab her, and let her lie on top of me, hugging her tightly. At this point, I’m ready to never let go. Not now, not in a hundred years. Or not this Sunday, at least.