Mitchell's Take
Copyright© 2026 by Midori Greengrass
Chapter 3
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3 - husband's perspective
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction White Male Oriental Female Oral Sex Voyeurism
I called Hiroko. She hadn’t heard anything either. She and I aren’t friends but agreed to keep each other posted.
About a week before, we’d been playing basketball at the college, not serious, a game or anything, just shooting around, the gym was free, and some of Akemi’s Asian friends were there with us, and one guy, big, Chinese or maybe Japanese, I didn’t know, was pretty good, steady, consistent, accurate, and that day I wasn’t at my best, kept missing, running around seemingly pointlessly, and I felt pretty bad about it, and when we were done Akemi and her friends left together. That was the plan, they had somewhere to go. It didn’t mean anything but did to me.
Thinking of Akemi in her red-orange miniskirt, the one that looked like it was made of crepe paper, and sleek white dance top, the outfit she wore to the dance class the previous afternoon, when she disappeared. Thinking of how good she looked, she and friends with her at a garden party we went to on the weekend, just four days ago- it felt a lot longer- the makeup she wore, tangerine lipstick, actually a subtler color than that, and the foundation or whatever which made her face so white, her pristine skin, her eyes flared up, she and her friends celebratory at the gathering, and thinking of how much I liked her to go down on me, suck, to put it plainly, and how other guys would hanker for that too. She and her friends’ bright beauty, which, by the way, is what her name means, ake-mi. Thoughts of her, which continued to feel good, now tormented me, because, with her hair done up she’d gone to the dance class she’d never returned from in that same outfit, miniskirt and elastic dance top. Where was it now? Where was she?
The big separation before they married was to have lasted at least a month (turned out much longer), and Akemi had insisted they not meet at all during that time. She didn’t know what would happen, might even go back to Japan. She’d called meeting Mitchell a “revolution” in a note she’d written him early but was reconsidering her options now that Mitchell had revealed he was still seeing his old girlfriend and having trouble leaving her.
He’d provided only vague details, something about their having been together more than three years. Akemi had nothing against Pam, they’d never met then; she even felt a sense of solidarity; both were victims- but it was as if Mitchell were protecting that woman’s privacy even as he apologized for meeting her behind Akemi’s back!
He said he was sorry about the deception (“not telling everything”) and thanked Akemi for not holding it against him. She said she didn’t “keep bad feelings,” disliked what they led to, but still had herself to protect, thanked Mitchell in turn for understanding, respecting her wishes, claimed it helped.
All congenial, friendly despite what rage might roll beneath the surface, great waves of it.
Did that history have anything to do with what was happening now?
Was Akemi having a love affair?
Mitchell found thinking about those moments in the past an escape from the present (Akemi’s disappearance unbearable).
For the first few weeks the plan had seemed viable, endurable. Mitchell kept up his end of the agreement. Until he didn’t. He messed up- arguably, that’s what his action amounted to. Like an alcoholic who “slips”and has a drink; he knew people who’d been there. His problem wasn’t alcohol, of course. He’d gotten hooked on Akemi.
Yes, she’d suggested he write, liked his letters to her, but no, they didn’t keep him away, like a dog baying for a mate.
Hundreds of words, thousands some days, brought her no closer. What was Akemi doing while he typed on and on? That was the thing, nagging fear someone else had gotten or would get where he wanted to be. And he set a page limit so she wouldn’t think him a total maniac. Started a private journal to take the excess. Writing projects were fine as far as they went but no substitute for Akemi’s skin, her eyes, her voice.
It was the middle of the third week that Mitchell’s “slip” happened. On impulse? Checking her?
Showed up unannounced. She was surprised but welcomed him. They went to bed and enjoyed kissing, embracing. Before getting any further, Akemi blurted out, “I should tell you. I slept with someone else last night, and it was interesting because...”
They weren’t married then, had been seeing each other less than three months.
Different from now.
“Blurting” wasn’t Akemi’s style.
Mitchell still congratulated himself for his cool reaction.
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