The tension in the house was palpable all day long. It was evident at breakfast when Tetszuso made murderous eyes toward Koto. She smiled, averting his threatening looks. Neither Minako nor Shimai, the blind daughter had any idea what had passed between them. As the day wore on The Master was alternately stony silent and thunderously angry, shouting at the tiniest thing and knocking things down and throwing paper and brushes in the studio. Koto was completely absent in contrast to her usual strong presence in the workspace.
Minako worked silently in the studio with Tetszuso keeping her distance to avoid his notorious temper, smiling at him innocently as always over the sketches. He made no aggressive moves toward her so all was well. Clearly something on the marital level had happened or was about to. These two powerful artists/lovers/spouses were not to be trifled with. It was like a terrible storm coming.
It was just before daybreak and almost dark in the house when loud groaning and banging noises broke Minako’s sleep. She woke in a sweat of fear, put on a light robe, and crept on bare feet toward the source of the commotion, the Masters’ suite. She peeked past the sliding screen into his chamber fearing what she might see. Demons? Assassins? Murder? What she did see shook her to the core.
There were two figures visible in the shaft of light on the mat in the middle of the room. The Master lay on his back in the middle of the mat with his arms outstretched, naked. On top of him was the wife Koto, also naked, straddling his body.
Mature now, her voluptuous sexual body heavy with age, her black-nipple-capped breasts swinging, head thrown back and her long, thick, blue-black hair was streaming back from her head like the demon. The milky white moonlight streaked down from the skylight above, painting wide stripes of light diagonally across her high cheekbones, slithering down across her sagging heavy breasts, on down to the soft, shiny, thick carpet of hair covering most of her rounded, silky under-belly. Her mouth was wide open and her tongue projected wildly, jabbing into space, spittle running down her chin. Her crimson swollen labia were spread on either side of his long, hard, fallen-log dragon-penis lying on his belly. Huge, bulging with thick veins it nearly reached his chest.
