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The door clicks shut.
You barely raise your head from your book, expecting to see the half-lidded eyes of your exhausted husband coming through the low-lit doorway of your home.
“Hard day?”
Your words stall in your throat as your eyes trail over the familiar sight of Hiromi, closely followed by the broad shoulders of his blonde colleague, who is tightly wound as he glances about your living room. Leaping up, you close your book and place it down - why didn't he forewarn you that he was bringing someone with him?
Shooting Hiromi a warning glare to which he just smirks - as he usually does - you take the large hand of the man in yours in greeting, looking up to him apologetically as you tried to explain.
“I’m so sorry, sir. My husband failed to let me know you were coming-”
Higuruma’s raised hand stops your explanation in its tracks, as he gestures for you to follow him into the kitchen.
“You could've told me, Hiromi. I've not made enough for all three of us to have dinner-”
“Forget dinner. I need a favour from you.”
You step closer, frowning as you reach up on your tiptoes, kissing him sharply in your proper hello before he continues.
He looks… awkward. For perhaps all of the time you'd known him, anxiety wasn't a common emotion that Hiromi kept in his arsenal. He was too quiet, too calm for that sort of thing. Which meant the sight of his apprehension had your heart thrumming tenfold.
“What did you do?” You whisper, gaze locked on his as you step even closer. Visions flashed before you in the shape of a dead body, that handsome face loved backlit by glowing lights of red and blue as he’s taken away in handcuffs.
Raising his hands in innocence he snaps his fingers, the sound pulling you out of your trance. Grinning in that tired, lopsided way that he uses when he knows he’s in trouble, you just can't help but hear him out.
Reaching forward, he curls his fingers through yours as he speaks softly, “Easy darling, I haven't done anything yet.” He takes your hands in his and you wait for the killing blow, whatever it was.
“It's just… I told Nanami that you'd sleep with him.”
You blink in disbelief. Waiting for the crack of that usual smile, the trademark glint in his eyes that told you he was joking.
Except… There was no trace of humour on his face.
You deadpan, matching his stoic expression with your own, “You’re joking, right?”
He groans under your heavy stare, fingers still laced through yours as he takes you in his arms and leans towards you, lips just an inch from yours as he starts bending you backwards towards the floor. “Don’t even try and say you're not interested in that kinda thing,” He murmurs, “I’ve seen your search history.”
Cheeks glowing red, you squirm in his now tightening hold, “That’s not- that’s-”
Ignoring your scrambled excuses, he chuckles as he pauses, pressing a kiss to your jugular before straightening back up.
Dark lashes fan against his cheeks as he watches the way your lips move, trying their hardest to settle on a reasonable reply before finding none, tucking your bottom lip behind your teeth instead.
“C’mon, angel. Help me out here - the man’s a mess.”
Really, it shouldn't have come as a surprise. As satisfying as your very full sex life was, Hiromi had always given off the vibe that he wanted to spice things up even more - you just had no idea how far he was willing to go with it.
Holy fuck, were you actually considering this?
Your pause for thought gave him all the confirmation he needed, as he braced his head back down, ghosting the edge of his teeth over your neck in the way he knew would make you shiver.
“Let’s just have a drink or two,” He muttered against your skin, knowing you'd be closing your eyes at his touch by now, “If you don't want to go any further, you don't have to. Ball’s in your court, darling.”
You sighed, vision obscured by your eyelids as you nod once with conviction.
“Fine.”
And that's how you ended up cross-legged at your kitchen table, nursing a glass of whiskey with your husband and his well-acquainted colleague, trying to make small talk that only made the elephant in the room feel that much bigger.
Kento Nanami, as the man had introduced himself, had been working on a file with Hiromi over the last few months. The work had left him exhausted, both mentally and physically - long nights in the office taking their toll, even with how well built he was. The man was massive, thick biceps curling under the movement as he lifted his glass to his lips.
His glasses were long since abandoned on the edge of your table, his tie loosened to the point of coming undone against the strained blue fabric of his shirt. You licked your lips as your eyes cast over the shift of his shoulders, lingering just a few seconds too long.
Hiromi cleared his throat, making your gaze snap at the sound to meet his eyes.
A cocked, dark eyebrow told you exactly what he was thinking: she's into this.
You roll your eyes in response, but you don't bite.
Not when he's absolutely correct.
Whiskey warming between your palms, you drain your glass as you feel the buzz of the amber liquid settle behind your eyes, making you a little giddy.
“How about a game?” You suggest, innocently enough for Nanami. Not so much so for your husband who can read you like a book, firing a wink of those dark lashes at you from a blind spot at Nanami’s side.
“A game?” Nanami repeats, the depth of his voice running over you like a rich, heady wine. “What kind of game?”
Fuck. The soft way he speaks has you squeezing your thighs together, your brain discarding whatever it was that you were going to say.
“Truth or dare.” Hiromi answers, cocking his head in curiosity as Nanami agreed to play.
The whiskey has you leaning in, your cupped fingers just shy of the skin of Nanami’s arm. You can feel the heat radiating from him, your mind spiralling until you wonder what that heat would taste like, how it would feel wrapped against your throat-
“You first, my love.” Hiromi’s voice clears through the haze of your fantasy, that shit-eating grin flashing his white canines in your direction.
“Truth or dare - what's your stance on anal?” His forward question had you spluttering your whiskey back into your glass, choking for air as you glared at him.
“Hiromi, what the fuck?”
“Answer it princess, or ask for your dare.”
That drop in his tone meant you had no room to manoeuvre at all, as serious as he was.
You swallow, looking between the gentle concern in Nanami’s eyes and the burning authority of your husband’s.
A rock and a hard place.
“I like it.” You refused to be embarrassed as you took another mouthful from your glass. You were all adults after all - however, that fact didn't do much to cool the burn of your cheeks.
Hiromi seemed pleased with your honesty, and Nanami looked so tense that he might explode. It didn't stop you from continuing anyway.
“My love, truth or dare.” You smile wickedly, your revenge plan knitting together as you speak, “Is what you told me earlier actually true?”
As much as his earlier statement about getting you to sleep with Nanami could be true, it was also not outside of his usual behaviour to fuck with you like that. In fact, finding new ways to tease you had become his one of his favourite pastimes.
“Dare.”
Well, fuck. Your plan went out the window with the mention of one little word.
You were thinking up a suitable punishment when he leaned closer, forearms bracing the table as he smiled that wolfish smile.
“Strip.”
You frown, the rules were simple to this game. At least, that's what you'd come to understand after many years of playing it - this wasn't your dare to carry out, it was his.
Opening your mouth, he catches your attitude from a mile away, the downward tip of his chin levelling those dark eyes on you in a way that has your words failing before they can leave your mouth.
“Wasn't asking. Strip.”
Slowly, begrudgingly, you oblige. Sliding your shirt over your head, you don't miss the way Nanami’s eyes rove over your bare torso like a starved man, barely blinking as you reach forward to pick your glass back up.
“You're not done, angel. Keep going.”
Hardwired to obey his reckless orders, you fumble the clasp of your bra, letting it fall to the floor after you pop it open.
Nanami may as well have cracked teeth from the tension in his jaw, his hands clawing at his glass as he tries to regain an ounce of composure. You carry on stripping until you're sat at your kitchen table, now completely naked.
Hiromi seems unfazed, if a little proud at your obedience to him. He circles the rim of his glass with a lone finger suggestively, smirking as he carries on.
“Nanami, truth or dare - how much do you want to fuck my wife right now?”
Kento freezes at the brash question, the tips of his ears burning red as he looks to your face, then your exposed tits, then back at Hiromi.
“Dare.”
That one word almost breaks him to say, the weight of the answer to that question making his voice crack slightly under the pressure. Your husband sits back, crossing one leg over the other as he leans against his chair.
“Darling, come and sit on Nanami’s lap.”
Your jaw falls open at the gall of this fucking guy but you close it quickly, knowing better than to argue with him.
He gestured gently with a sideways tip of his chin, leaving you no option but to do what he'd said.
Nanami looked positively petrified as you approached, not sure where to put his hands as you crept closer, bare feet leaving your tiled kitchen floor as you slid your naked ass to perch on the thick of his thigh and face him.
The friction against the bottom of your cunt had you biting a chunk out of the inside of your cheek, your tits almost touching his chest as you tried your best to avoid your gaze for his sake.
“S-sorry.” Nanami apologised under his breath, trying his best to hold as still as possible as you hear Hiromi shift in his chair beside him.
“I think we’re past the point of truth or dare, baby. Give Nanami a kiss.”
You look to him and he swallows, teeth gritted taut enough to shatter as you lean in and press a chaste kiss to his cheek.
He smells so fresh, an unnamed cologne forcing you to linger a little closer to his neck, your eyes closing as you breathe him in with a soft sigh. You feel his shaking hands graze the skin of your waist, hovering just above as though he couldn't quite commit to holding you.
Hiromi clicks his tongue, clearly impatient with Nanami’s wavering.
A little nudge to your side sends you teetering, your precarious balance causing you to fall sideways.
Thick, strong hands encircle your waist, keeping you steady atop him.
Jolting, your eyes are wide as they meet Nanami’s in silent thanks, the awkwardness broken a little by his gracious save.
Before you know it your mouth is hot on his, lips slotted, teeth clashing as you fall into his kiss. You can hear Hiromi sigh in relief as you groan, your hands finding purchase in the fabric of Nanami’s shirt and balling into fists.
He's hard; he's probably been hard this whole time.
A thick, swollen length tents his slacks, pressing against the bare skin of your inner thigh. It presses harder there as you shift in his lap, making him hiss through his teeth against your open mouth.
Your husband chuckles, a dark little sound as he watches you work yourself up in the lap of his colleague. With your eyes closed, the intrusion of a thumb circling your clit makes you gasp, your body leaning back automatically to give it better access.
“Fuck, you're soaked.” The awe in his voice would've had you curling up in on yourself in embarrassment any other time, but the rhythm he was drawing onto your clit prevented that entirely. You give in to the feeling, chasing the expert flick that brought you closer to the edge with each pass.
The removal of his thumb had you whining, Hiromi taking your chin between his fingers to still the sound with that look again.
Without even being told, you roll your hips once. The fabric of Nanami’s pants serves as a decent replacement, the roughness dragging over your cunt and pulling a delicious sound from you. Hiromi smiles.
“Clever girl - you know how to get what you want, don't you?” His voice is pure sin, but it's nothing compared to the way Nanami restrains a groan at your movements, the strangled sound making you chase your high even faster than before.
You're barrelling towards the abyss, your eyes squeezing shut as you feel Nanami’s hands cup your hips, dwarfing them as he helps to drag you forward and backwards, so close-
Hiromi’s voice cuts through the haze of your desire, “Stop.”
Even Nanami blinks his eyes open, turning to see the face of your husband watching you both intently, one hand propping his chin up with a lazy satisfaction.
“I think our guest deserves to know how tight your little cunt feels when you come. Don't you, princess?”
You nod, the action second nature as you step off with the help of your husband. You leave the darkened, slick stained material of Nanami’s thigh behind as you turn, whimpering as you feel the familiar sensation of your impending orgasm fizzling from your grasp.
You're bent over your kitchen table then, your ass presented to Nanami like some grand prize.
Finding yourself the verge of feeling sorry for the man, that sympathy is snapped away quickly as you hear the clink of his belt being undone.
You can only see ahead of you, the muted whispers of Hiromi and Nanami making you wiggle your hips impatiently. The bright, sharp crack of his belt against the fat of your ass soon remedies your aching need as you fall forwards, head resting against your crossed arms as he spanks you with it.
“F-fuck-” You’re moaning, coating your forearm with your drool as you feel the large, warm hand of Nanami softly caress the mark that was no doubt left by your husband.
Feeling his immense presence just shy of your bare skin you inch back slowly, stoppered only by the fat, blunt head of his cock against you.
“Is this okay?” The way he speaks is quiet, deeply considerate. The kindness he shows you makes you want to repay it tenfold.
“Yeah, please. I-” You’re lost for words as he pops the head of his thick length past the tight ring of your entrance, stretching you out with a burn that makes you whine with your head down. Sliding all the way inside for what feels like a lifetime, he bottoms out with a heavy grunt, stilling for a moment to let you catch your breath.
The rustle of your husband rounding the table to watch your face has your head lifting from its spot on your crossed arms, coming face to face with the blushed pink skin of his cock as he holds it to your mouth.
He smiles down at you, ravenous eyes raking over your blown pupils and kiss bruised, spit-slicked lips.
“Open.”
You know what he wants. You know how he wants it - and who were you to deny when you loved it as much as he did?
Parting your lips, you slide out your tongue to receive the heft of his length.
Instead, you get a glob of his spit, fired directly onto your waiting tongue. You still, knowing this little game of his.
“Such a good girl for me. Swallow.”
You do as he asks with a smile, letting him squeeze your cheeks to open your mouth once more. He places his cock on your tongue and takes a moment to drink in the sight - his colleague balls deep at the back of you, your obedient mouth curling around him at the front.
A tender hand caresses your cheek as he inches in slowly, hitting the back of your throat and angling down. You choke, tears in your eyes - he doesn't seem to care, knows you can handle everything he throws at you.
Nanami is struggling to keep it together now, minute bucks of his hips against yours, barely restrained as your greedy pussy sucks him back in. You whine at the stimulation coming from both angles, the fullness that you'd only dreamed of experiencing. A push back onto Nanami tells him that you were ready for more.
Hiromi brackets either side of your face with long fingers, drawing out only to slam back down into your throat with a ruthless thrust. You try to cry but you're so full, there's simply no space for the noise to make its way out. Nanami started with a slower, smaller roll of his hips, building the pace until you could scarcely think straight as the two men pummelled into you.
The heat beneath your skin was almost unbearable, the rising tightness in your lower stomach approaching at a faster speed than you could manage. Hiromi’s hand moved to brace against your throat, feeling the skin pulse with each protrusion of his cock, squeezing around it a little with his fingertips.
That little motion was all you'd needed, an animal noise rising in your chest as you feel that tension inside of you snap, leaving you convulsing hard around Nanami’s length as you wailed, trying to keep your teeth from clamping down on the length of your husband’s cock. Each aftershock was punctuated with a half-hearted sob as neither man let up, still chasing whatever heaven your body was dragging them towards.
“Naughty girl.” Hiromi spat out through gritted teeth, and you felt Nanami stutter behind you as you clenched involuntarily in response to his dropped tone, “Did I tell you that you could come yet?”
You couldn't even respond as he pummeled the back of your throat as punishment, the hot slippery sensation of Nanami’s thick cock pushing into you at a new angle making the tears run freely down your face. Hiromi thumbed one away, wiping the pad of the digit on his tongue as he tipped his head back, trying to keep it together with a hushed groan.
He always loved seeing you completely fucked out like this, knowing that he was the cause for the tears that pricked at your eyes. The two of you always had a safeword, and he was secure in the knowledge that if you ever really wanted to stop, you could.
“I’m going to- fuck.” Nanami’s gruff warning had Hiromi snapping back to the present.
You felt him throb, pulsing hot ropes of his come halfway inside of you, globs of it shooting against your ass and up your back as he tried his best to pull out in time. He was shaken, his pristine blonde hair falling over his forehead from the exertion of fucking you.
“I’m so sorry, Miss. I tried-” You shake your head as Hiromi slips out, still somehow feeling bad for this guy despite the silent power he seemed to command.
Nanami was a gentle giant, you had deduced - the perfect opposite to the usual domineering confidence you received from your husband. Hiromi gives you a little nod and you slide from the kitchen table, pacing over to where Nanami now sat back in his chair with his head in his hands.
Nudging them out of the way, you plant yourself back in his lap to hold one huge hand against your own, your other reaching over to tip his chin up towards you.
“It’s fine.” You shrug, acutely aware that the load he’d pushed into you was now slowly sliding down the backs of your legs, hitting the floor with a soft pattering sound.
Nanami raised his head, looking for any sign that you might be lying to him. When he found none, he palmed the side of your face gently, as though a weight had been lifted from those strong, broad shoulders.
Ever the tactful, you feel the long line of your husband’s body pressing against your behind, his fingers creeping up to swipe a glob of Nanami’s come from where it had travelled at the arch of your lower back.
Those fingers keep crawling, and you have a vague idea of what he's doing as he speaks softly into the shell of your ear.
“That's my girl.”
Reaching the tight ring of your ass, he pushes the digit in slowly, knowing that he'd have to be more careful there. You hiss through your teeth as your cheek hits Nanami’s chest, feeling him grope the fat of your ass to watch as he pulls it out and pushes back in, the stretch already making way for that feeling of fullness again.
He keeps going until he reaches the knuckle, pulling back out only to add another finger that was already slickened with Nanami’s seed.
You're panting as he scissors them inside of you, his weighty cock ready and waiting in his free hand. He dips it halfway into your pussy and you groan at the familiar feeling of it bending to kiss a roughened spot inside of you.
That friendly interaction doesn't last long though.
Hiromi withdraws and slams his slippery cock past the tight ring of your ass with little grace or care, forcing you forward as you scramble onto Nanami’s shoulder. Nanami doesn't waste any time as his arms slip around you, humming into your hair as your husband begins pounding into your tight hole.
“Jesus, Hiro!”
“Yeah, say my name juuust like that, angel.”
You should've expected that lazy confidence to leach through here, but you don't have the headspace for it. Instead, you cling to Nanami like a raft in the storm, the brutal slam of your husband’s length into your body rendering you speechless.
Nanami twitches beneath you and you keen your torso backwards, feeling him shuffle to grab his hardness and bring it back to the entrance of your cunt. Your eyes widen, surely he wasn't about to-
The pop of his mushroomed head making its way back inside of you knocks the air from your lungs.
So stuffed, so ridiculously full.
It was all you could think of, all you could focus on as Nanami slides in, the thrust of Hiromi’s fat cock separated only by the thin wall between the two holes. It was a squeeze, but he managed to force his rapidly hardening girth back up to the hilt, feeling firsthand the tremors that had you squealing against the fabric of his shirt.
You're being bounced on Nanami’s lap with the ricochet of each man, each cock that pushes into you in tandem with the other. A large hand reaches down, calloused fingers circling your clit in a messy abandon.
“Could you give us another one, please?” It's that dark voice wrapped in silk that has your body aching, spiralling and tightening and-
You come down hard again, both of your holes constricting in time with each colossal shockwave of ecstasy that passes through you. Your voice is hoarse, cracked and sore as you babble a string of incoherent curses against an altar of blue brushed cotton.
Nanami’s broad hand keeps you steady, cupping your breast as he fucks you through it, his mouth claiming your nipple as he takes it between his teeth gently.
Completely spent, you feel them use your body like a ragdoll between them, the sheer power of the two men unmatched as they keep going. You can tell Hiromi is close as you lean your head back to him, hearing how he mutters under his breath about how well you take him, how good you feel.
Nanami’s thrusts are getting sloppier, his strong arms coming around to lift you up at your waist, bouncing you on his cock like a toy. One advantageous pullback has him slipping out completely and, before you can protest, slams back down into your ass.
The sound that leaves you is completely inhuman.
You howl at the intrusion, seeing Nanami’s face contort from one of pure, unbridled concentration to another of sheer horror.
Both of the men still completely, unsure on how much damage that little move did.
“Darling…?” Hiromi coos as the fanned flames of pain finish licking over you, leaving your body heated. You nod and his look of concern is broken by that flashed smile, his half-lidded eyes creasing with the weight of it.
“I love you so fucking much.”
The words are a balm to your broken soul as he moves more slowly, the friction of his shaft up against Nanami’s almost too much to bear. He grunts, his eyes never once leaving yours as they both rub up against each other, slippery lengths colliding until they're both too stunned to speak.
Hiromi slots a finger between your parted lips, hooking it into your cheek and letting you bite down on the digit as he nears his climax. You brace as you feel him pulse, the cavity of your asshole filled to the brim with his warmth that oozes out around Nanami’s length, hitting the tiled floor with a splattering sound.
That warmth must have been the last straw for Nanami who follows him soon after, leaving you grateful that it wasn't carpet below you as he pumps load after load deep into your body with a shuddering growl.
The three of you stay there for a few minutes, glued together with your sweat and breathing heavily into the space between as you try and make sense of what had just happened.
Hiromi stands first, pulling his softened cock from your ass and standing to tuck it away, leaning in to press kisses to your sweaty shoulder blade as he does.
Nanami lingers a little while more, playing with your hair as he holds you against his chest silently.
“If you're ever in the market for a new husband,” He says softly, when he's sure Hiromi is out of earshot as leaves the room to wash up, “I’d certainly be interested.”
You chuckle, the sound dry and painful as you wince at the sore feeling it pulls through your bruised throat.
“Thanks,” You reply, hardly holding your laughter at bay as it shakes through your ribcage.
“Before I'd have said it was just him, but now I know you're both going to be a pain in my ass.”