Sawamura Reiko Sex Tape: Blackmailed by Her Father-in-Law. The first time I saw it, I nearly choked on my green tea. It was late, the house quiet, my son, Taro, away on a business trip as usual. I was just idly browsing some online news on my tablet when a suggested video popped up – “Sawamura Reiko Sex Tape: Blackmailed by Her Father-in-Law.” Sawamura Reiko. My son’s wife. My Reiko.
My thumb hovered over the play button. A jolt of something electric, a mix of disgust and morbid curiosity shot through me. I clicked.
The image was grainy, clearly taken with a hidden camera. Their bedroom. Reiko was kneeling on the bed, back to the camera, her silk robe hanging open, revealing the curve of her spine and the tantalizing swell of her bare bottom. She was moving, rhythmically, her head bobbing out of frame and back again. Even from this distance, the sounds were sickeningly clear – the wet smacking, her soft moans, the guttural grunts of the man beneath her. It wasn’t Taro. It was some… stranger. Younger, rougher looking.
Rage. That was the first, overwhelming sensation. Rage at her betrayal of my son, of our family. But then, as the video played on, showing her face, flushed and contorted in pleasure as she serviced this man, something else started to stir within me.
It was Reiko, but… different. This wasn’t the composed, polite daughter-in-law who served me tea and smiled demurely at family dinners. This was raw, uninhibited Reiko, lost in the throes of carnal desire. Her robe slipped further, exposing her breasts, bouncing slightly with each thrusting motion. Her fingers dug into the sheets, her nails long and painted a provocative red.
A memory flashed in my mind. A few months back, I’d been in the garage, fixing a loose wire on my car. She’d come in, ostensibly to get some gardening tools. But the way she looked at me, lingering a little too long, the way her eyes flickered down to my lap… it hadn’t been lost on me. Then, a week later, I’d found her in the garden, supposedly weeding, but she was facing the house, her back to me, and I could see the unmistakable rhythm of her hand moving under her skirt. She hadn’t seen me. I’d retreated, a strange heat rising in my own body.
And then there was the parking garage incident. I’d gone to pick up some medicine late one night. As I was leaving, I saw her car, parked in a secluded corner. And there she was, illuminated by the dim garage light, bent almost double over some man in the driver’s seat, her head buried in his lap. The image seared into my brain – the back of her head, her bare legs sticking out from under a short skirt, the unmistakable motion. I’d backed away then too, ashamed, confused, and yes, undeniably aroused.
Now, watching this video, it all clicked into place. The subtle looks, the near-misses, the deliberate displays. She hadn’t been just careless; she’d been taunting me, tempting me, throwing down a gauntlet I’d been too cowardly to pick up.
The video shifted, now showing them on the bed, her legs wrapped around his waist, her moans louder, more desperate. The camera focused on her face again, and this time, her eyes fluttered open, met the lens, and for a split second, it felt like she was looking directly at me. A shiver ran down my spine, a primal, forbidden thrill.
The next day, she was her usual self, serving me tea, asking about my health. But I saw it now – a different glint in her eyes, a subtle smirk playing on her lips. She knew I’d seen it. She knew I knew.
“Reiko,” I said, my voice a little rougher than usual. “Can you come into my study for a moment?”
She followed me, her steps light, almost playful. I closed the door behind us. “I saw something last night,” I began, turning to face her, my heart pounding against my ribs. “A… video. Online.”
Her smile faltered, just slightly, but her eyes remained locked on mine, unblinking. She wasn’t going to pretend ignorance.
“The one titled ‘Sawamura Reiko Sex Tape: Blackmailed by Her Father-in-Law’?” she asked, her voice surprisingly steady.
I swallowed. “Yes. That one.”
Silence hung heavy in the room. Then, she took a step closer, her scent, a mix of jasmine and something musky, filling my nostrils. “And?” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, but laced with a dangerous challenge.
“And… I have to say, Reiko,” I managed, my voice catching, “you were… very convincing.”
Her lips parted, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her face. “Convincing enough to blackmail?” she purred, her gaze dropping to my crotch for a fleeting moment.
The air crackled with unspoken desire, with the forbidden knowledge we now shared. The video, the blackmail, it wasn’t just about exposing her infidelity anymore. It was about something far more dangerous, far more thrilling. It was about the power she now held over me, and the power I was about to claim over her. The game had changed. And we were just beginning to play.
