Magical Wife Adventures! (Amanise x Zeth)

[Zeth]

Jiro was working late in his cubicle. He was your typical Japanese Salary man. He held a steady job, took the subway to commute, and had a loving house wife. A house wife that just happened to be a magical girl. A magical girl that fights a mysterious evil organization and has done so before they met. So maybe not so average after all.

Jiro let out a sigh and went to the copy room. It was only him in the bland copy room and two copy machines. He had to make a copy of these boring account forms. It was a lovely spring afternoon and he regretted somewhat being coped up indoors all day. Just as his mind began to wonder, he felt it. A pulse of magic then a silence before his wife appeared from nowhere. Jiro undid his tie and turned around hoping to see his familiar Red haired darling.

 

[Amanise]

She was all a flutter, cheeks red and hair a bit disheveled as she brushed her hands over her thighs, dusting them off. Quickly she stepped towards her husband, that need in her eyes as delicate and deft fingers made quick work of the buttons on his shirt. There were no words uttered. Really, there was no need for them. The pair had been married for a while, and this was not a new thing to occur.

Her hands slid around his waist and up his back, pulling him close to her to allow her soft lips touch to dance over his chest. Next his belt was undone, whipped from his trousers and tossed aside as those swift fingers unfastened his button and zipper. Warm and soft palm curled around the salary man's length, coaxing it to fullness. Her sparkling eyes looked up at him as her cheeks blushed and her small but strong hand began to work him.

 

[Zeth]

"Darelking, that is unfair to you. Me being naked and you still dressed," Jiro teased. He kissed her on the mouth. A hard and hungry kiss of passion. Despite being married, he still craved her touch, her taste, her smell. His hands fondled and squeezed her full breasts through her top. "Let's get to it," He said breaking the kiss. His hands slid down to her skirt and removed it. His hand stroked over her cotton panties caressing her woman hood then her firm Derriere. He yanked the panties down then and asked,"Where do you want it first my darling?"

 

[Amanise]

"Oh, it is simply fine, Jiro." Her words were quickly silenced by his kiss, which she devoured. She felt the warmth begin to spread through her. He was such a good husband. She giggled and gasped as he began to peel the layers of clothing from her eager form. Still in her skin-tight top that left little to the imagination, she lowered to her knees in response to his question. Aiko brushed her lips over his lap as her fingers worked buttons and zippers to tug his trousers down around his ankles, along with his pants. Soft hands caressed and worked his manhood as her big, blue eyes looked up at him from her position there.