My Edo-Era Harem

Yeah… my wife…

I already caught on to the fact that I was married. But I had yet to meet my wife since my arrival in the Edo era. My assumption was that she'd be to my liking, given the choices my father made with his own wives, but one never knows…

I gazed at Takumi. He seemed the kind of guy to rely on for advice and information given that I knew nothing about what was going on around me.

As much as I disliked his all-knowing attitude, I didn't think I'd do better without hearing him out.

"What do you advise?" I asked.

"If you're agreeable, I'd advise to accept your wife's request," said Takumi in his measured way, which is what I disliked the most about him. No accentuation whatsoever!

"What is she looking for from me today?" I asked, waving my arms. "Not to mention that I just saw Madam Kazuko…"

Takumi bowed. "I understand she feels very lonely and is worried that with the latest changes in your position she would be less in your thoughts."

"What rubbish," I shrugged.

"So it would serve you well to show her your constancy," nodded Takumi. "As for the second matter, I could get you a strengthening tonic to ensure you're fully replenished before she arrives. I'm also going to send in Haruto with a bucket of water to clean and refresh your body."

I rubbed my chin. It seemed to me that he covered it all.

"Makes sense," I said. "Please make the arrangements accordingly."

By the time my wife arrived in my room, I had the tonic and the wash, and as Takumi predicted, felt completely refreshed.

My wife Yukiko turned out to be a petite, delicate young woman. With her slender figure, her curves were more subtle than Kazuko's, but very proportional and lovely. She had a gentle, heart-shaped face and long and straight dark hair.

"Good evening, Taro-dono," she said, her voice very soft, as she bowed low in greeting.

I got up, returning the bow, and gestured for her to approach.

When she looked up at me with her large and expressive eyes, I felt an immediate affection.

"I have an excellent wife," I thought to myself. "Kudos!"

She glided across the room towards me and we kneeled next to each other on the mat.

"Thank you for your company, Taro-dono," she said, shyly but warmly. "I've felt so lonely lately without you."

"I'm sorry about that," I said. I reached out to put a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and her cheeks flushed.

"Not at all," she almost whispered. "It's my fault. I know it's been such a hard time for you, Taro-dono."

"Come, then, let's go to bed," I said, smiling.

I watched as she shyly slipped out of her kimono, revealing her white undershirt, folded the kimono carefully, and climbed quickly under the covers. I pulled her closer. She murmured as she nestled into my chest, her head tucked under my chin.

I felt her body relax against mine, and I ran my hand up and down her back, and then started to kiss her.

"Oh, husband," she whispered, responding to my kisses with her little soft ones.

I felt a need to see and possess her petite body.

I gently rolled her onto her back and raised her undershirt. Her breasts were not large, but not small either, perfectly proportioned to her slender frame. The soft, creamy skin of her breasts seemed to glow in the dim light of the room, and I felt a sharp surge of desire.

Down her body, her slender, smooth legs led to the most enticing mound. The gap between her slim legs allowed me to see more of her pink pussy than if her legs were fuller. I reached with my fingers to her hips and then to her pussy, but just then she whispered into my ear, "Please be gentle, Taro-dono… Allow time for my flower to bloom…"

I made a mental note for myself: my wife required more preparation than Kazuko.

I kissed her neck, and chest, and her breasts, teasing her clit with my hand in the meantime. After I noticed her nipples harden and felt moisture on the lips of her pussy, I couldn't wait any longer.

I lifted her legs and pushed my cock inside.

Yukiko's eyes fluttered open. "Ah!" she whimpered. "Oh, husband, please go slow…" she begged, covering my face in apologetic kisses.

I wanted to do the opposite. She was so tight and sexy that I wanted to split her open with my cock, ramming it immediately all the way inside her chiseled body. But with her big eyes staring at me—so innocent and pleading—I restrained myself.

I paused, pushing her legs closer to her chest, and allowed her time to relax. Then I slowly pushed my cock deeper, in sync with her breathing, and soon was all the way inside.

"It's so big…" she muttered, flustered.

"I like your tightness very much," I said. "You just have to relax."

She gazed at me, with clouded eyes and her lips moved slightly. "I love you, husband…"

I sensed her pussy moistening, and started to move, gently at first.

Yukiko moaned under her breath, her face flushed more and more with each thrust of my cock. "Ah… heavens…" she whispered frantically. "This path has no end… oh husband… you reaching so deep… all the way to my soul…"

I don't think she meant it as an encouragement, but that's the effect it had on me: I only slammed her slender pussy harder.

She arched her back, her eyes closed, and squeezed my hand. I could feel her pussy clench my cock, and a suppressed groan escaped her, as I saw her biting her lips hard.

I paused, letting her orgasm subside.

"Thank you, husband," were the first words out of her mouth, as she came to. "My body feels so… light… happy…" She smiled shyly, but the smile quickly faded. "I'm sorry I haven't satisfied you," she murmured.

"That's alright," I replied, catching my breath. "We have all night ahead of us."

She didn't seem that excited about my choice of words. "All night?"

"Come here," I said, helping her turn and get on all fours. I lifted her hips as her head fell helplessly on the mat and slid my cock in again.

She uttered a stifled cry and quivered when I thrust deep. Her moans made me lose hold of my restraint and I kept plunging my cock quickly and ferociously, until I burst shooting deep inside her and still trying to push ever further.

Yukiko moaned pitilessly while I kept cumming. It seemed to me that so much sperm came out of me that it was pushing back on my cock because there was no space for it in her petite pussy.

"She needs to get used to it," I thought. "I'll keep destroying her pussy as long as I can. She's my wife, after all."

I collapsed on top of her, and she gasped under my weight. I rolled to the side, squeezing her with my hands, running them all over her flushed body.

"Forgive me, husband," she muttered, "for the sounds I uttered… your member… is so powerful…"

I only squeezed her breasts, without replying.

"But I hope to give you a son to please you," she exclaimed.