ALL MY WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL ELVES

Chapter 158 Analversary (++R18)

Inside Kan's apartment, a warm and intimate atmosphere enveloped the room. The soft glow of green candles adorned windowsills and tables, casting a gentle illumination. The air was infused with the sweet scent of incense, creating an ambiance that spoke of affection and special moments.

Seated at the table were Kan's parents, their expressions a blend of contentment and joy. They indulged in a meal lovingly prepared by Kan's mother, the clinking of utensils punctuating the quiet conversation that flowed between them.

"Happy anniversary, my love," Kan's father said, raising his glass in a toast. His eyes reflected years of shared memories and enduring love.

Kan's mother, wearing a dress that shimmered in the candlelight, returned the smile. "Happy anniversary, dear. It's been quite a journey, hasn't it?"

They continued to talk about work, life, and the passage of time. Kan's father, always the encouraging presence, suggested, "Maybe we should take a little break from work, just for tonight. Enjoy this moment fully."

Kan's mother's eyes sparkled with a mixture of nostalgia and longing. "It's been too long since we had a night like this. Life gets so busy."

Kan's father reached across the table, placing his hand over hers. "And that's why we need to cherish these moments. Remember why we fell in love in the first place."

As they spoke, the emotional nuances of their conversation played out in the subtleties of their expressions. The glint in their eyes, the smiles that carried the weight of shared history, and the occasional touches that conveyed more than words ever could.

Kan's mother's gaze drifted for a moment, a cloud of sadness passing over her features. "I miss Kan," she confessed, her voice tinged with a mixture of sorrow and longing. "He used to be such a big part of our lives, and now, ever since that night at the club, it feels like we're losing touch."

Kan's father, sensing the melancholy, squeezed her hand gently. "We'll find a way to bridge that gap, my dear. Family is everything, and Kan will always be a part of ours. We just need to reach out to him somehow. You know, he is different from the kids. He talks funny and behaves funny. So I'm not surprised some of the concepts of how things are done rub him the wrong way,"

Her eyes, moist with unshed tears, met his gaze. "I hope so. You know, you are right about him being different. Since the first time we had him, he's not the ordinary Elf boy you'd encounter everyday. He comes off as having deeper knowledge of things prior to this sometimes to me with the way he acts. Still, I just want him to know how much we love him."

The conversation took a tender turn, focusing on the shared history of their family. Kan's father recounted stories of their early days, the challenges they faced, and the joys they discovered together. Each word held a promise—a promise to rediscover the magic that had brought them together.

The meal progressed, and laughter mingled with the soft background music. Kan's father, ever the optimist, steered the conversation toward brighter topics, sharing dreams and plans for the future.

Finally, as the night unfolded, they savored the last bites of the special anniversary meal. The glow of the green candles flickered, casting a dance of shadows on their faces.

After the last bite of the anniversary meal, Kan's mother suggested, "Let's not leave all these dishes for later. I'll wash, and you can dry?"

Kan's father grinned. "As you wish, my love." They moved to the kitchen, the warm glow of the green candles following them.

As they washed and dried dishes together, they engaged in playful banter. Each splash of water became a shared laugh, turning the mundane task into a cherished moment. Their hands brushed occasionally, a subtle reminder of the connection that had only strengthened over the years.

Once the kitchen was tidy, Kan's father took his wife's hand and led her back to the living room. Soft music continued to play, and the flickering candles cast a gentle radiance.

"May I have this dance?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye.

Her response was a delighted smile, and they swayed to the music. The dance was a rhythm of shared memories, an echo of countless moments they had danced through life together.

In this spontaneous waltz, the world outside their apartment ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, wrapped in the music that had been the soundtrack to their journey.

As the last note faded away, Kan's father whispered, "Our song never gets old."

His wife chuckled. "It's timeless, just like our love."

The green-lit room, filled with the fragrance of incense and the remnants of a delightful meal, witnessed a dance that transcended time.

They settled on the couch, still caught in the afterglow of their dance. Kan's father, ever the romantic, whispered sweet words that made his wife blush and laugh.

"Remember the first time we danced to this song?" he asked.

She nodded, a distant look in her eyes. "It feels like yesterday."

The evening unfolded into a tapestry of shared moments and quiet reflections. The green candles burned steadily, casting their light on the couple who, after all these years, found joy in simple, heartfelt gestures.

As they swayed to the music, the ambiance of the green-lit room seemed to amplify the intimacy. The soft glow revealed the subtle lines of experience etched on their faces, each telling a story of shared joys and occasional sorrows.

"You know, this kind of mood was what got us Kan in the first," Kan's mother quipped with a naughty, mischievous glint in her eyes.

Her husband chuckled, his eyes reflecting the same spark of playful nostalgia. "Well, we did create something beautiful that night."

The music played on, a melodic backdrop to their conversation. "It's no secret, even with what we do for a living and all the clients I meet, no one comes close to being as beautiful as you," Kan's father asserted, his voice carrying a blend of sincerity and admiration.

A teasing smile played on Kan's mother's lips. "No one?" she asked, feigning surprise.

He grinned, his hands confidently placed on her waist as they continued to dance. "No one," he reasserted, pulling her closer. His hands cupped her face, and their eyes locked in a gaze that transcended words.

In the warm glow of the green-lit room, the music playing a gentle serenade, Kan's parents found themselves drawn into a tender kiss. Their lips met in a familiar dance, a silent language of affection that spoke of years spent together.

As the kiss deepened, they moved towards the plush couch, their steps guided by the unspoken desire to continue their celebration in a more comfortable embrace. The soft cushions welcomed them as they sank into the seat, still locked in the embrace of their shared passion.

Their kiss carried the weight of years of shared laughter, whispered confessions, and the quiet strength that held them through the ebb and flow of life. The room around them seemed to fade as they immersed themselves in the sweetness of the moment.

As they continued to kiss, kan's father slipped his hands across kan's mother's dinner dress, pulling the straps down her shoulders. With an assist from his wife, he managed to get the gown down to her abdomen, exposing her blush breasts that were braless.

Her pinkish nipple stood firm and erect, a dead giveaway, further exposing her intentions. Kan's father's thoughts however were below him. She could feel the bulge in his trousers but paid no heed to it. After all, she was not a stranger to it, to begin with.

"I can hear your heartbeat triple in rhythm. You need to calm down, hon" Kan's mother teased, straddling her husband, twisting her waist on his crouch area and eliciting a response in the form of a stoned pipe.

"Easy? Maybe with my clients. I try to keep myself tamed and not enjoy it. However, when it comes to you, I can't hold back!" He said, locking his hands around his wife's nipples and rubbing on them. He then dived in hungrily, kissing and sucking on her nipples while she ran her hands through his hair, enjoying the feeling.

She arched her head backwards from the pleasure being driven into her by her husband.

"Ready?" He asked, as he reached down into his pants and unlocked his cocoon. Seeing what emerged from his pants which was by no means a butterfly, her heart skipped, memories flashing through her mind and with a slow swallow, she nodded.

Kan's father then redirected his dick, manoeuvring it through the labyrinth of the dinner dress only to make contact with a wet skin.

"I see you were prepared," he said, discovering no hindrance whatsoever. His wife had it all planned out in her mind and wore no panties, granting him, easy access. It was a one way traffic from then on as he skillfully infiltrated her vagina, sliding into it like a worm info its abode.

"Ahh!!" Was her response, her lips gaped and she gasped for air. Meanwhile, intentionally, she squeezed on his dick, creating a suffocating yet pleasure rich environment for his cock. She then began to bounce on him, riding her husband.

He on the other hand gracefully squeezed on her breasts, milking her and sucking the contents. As she continued to ride him, the sounds that emanated from skin meeting skin drifted through the night.

"Fum..fum...fum..tata..tata.tata...tata"...

After riding him for some time, she slowed down and lifted her hips up, allowing kan's father to adjust a bit. He reached down and removed his dick from his vagina, directing it into somewhere else.

"You know this is where I call home," he said to her, making her giggle a bit but it then seized as she felt something poke into her anus.

"Mmphh..." He groaned before pulling his wife towards his chest. Wrapped together, he began to thrust into her, fucking her incredibly fast.

"Ahnn..!!" She moaned as he continued to lambast her with his dick.

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