WARNING: This chapter contains smut. If you don't want to read about two middle aged men fucking, don't read this. If you want to criticize the way I write about two middle aged men fucking, you can leave. If you want to read some mf smut about two middle aged men fucking and keep negative opinions to yourself, you're in the right place! I hope you enjoy! <3
"Yosano-san, I need to speak with you for a moment."
Fukuzawa walked into his office with his slightly concerned female associate hot on his trail.
"What's going on, Boss?"
Fukuzawa swallowed hard before saying what was on his mind. It could quite easily destroy his reputation and his pride but, if there was anyone he trusted to discuss his current affliction, it was Yosano.
The doctor took a seat in the chair across from her boss's desk at which he sat in his chair, resting his elbows on the table and intertwining his fingers. The man took a deep breath.
"You are not to speak a word of this to anyone else, Yosano-san."
Yosano's eyes widened a bit and she started to laugh, relaxing in her chair.
"Honestly, President, how bad could this news be??"
Fukuzawa shot her a slight glare and she closed her mouth.
"I seem to have... an ailment of sorts."
"Are you sick, sir? What are your symptoms?"
Fukuzawa turned his head down and to the side, unable to make eye contact with Yosano.
"Recently... I have been extremely agitated. I seem to become angry easily and am overheated all of the time. I become flushed at the mere mention of...certain...human indulgences. Not to mention that I cannot stop thinking about my-" Fukuzawa slammed both fists on the table, standing up from his chair. "This is getting in the way of my work! I am ill and you are a doctor and I need treatment!"
Yosano had an involuntary blush spread from ear to ear and she stammered a little bit before she was able to make a full phrase come out.
"I understand, Boss. Please sit down, you are much bigger than me at the moment."
Fukuzawa hurried to sit back down in his chair and apologized formally to Yosano, sighing.
"I must ask you a quite personal question. Forgive me but, have you found yourself... um.... to be bigger than usual more often lately? Between your legs to be exact, Sir."
Fukuzawa looked like a melting tomato right now, his face was red and his eyes were wide staring at Yosano.
"W-what does that have to do with anything?!"
"That is precisely the problem you are facing, Sir. When is the last time you slept with a woman?"
Fukuzawa counted to himself. "About 18 years?"
"18 YEARS?!"
"Why do you only want to know how long it has been since I have bedded a woman?" Fukuzawa's expression was serious and confused, it didn't make sense to him whatsoever.
Yosano blushed and covered her mouth with one hand, completely shocked.
"I-it's just that- I never expected you to be- I I I I II I IIIIIiiii-"
"I have been married to a man for the past 6 years, Yosano-san. It isn't that I don't find woman attractive and enjoyable to engage with. I simply enjoy my husband more than I have ever enjoyed any woman."
"R-right, Sir. Well in that case, when is the last time the two of you engaged in any sexual acts? You briefly mentioned having something consistently on your mind? Perhaps it is your spouse you are yearning for. Extended periods of time without any sexual interaction, especially in a relationship, and especially for men, can lead to intense aggression."
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