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[ Holding Yuji’s gaze is— surreal for Megumi. Not bad, not uncomfortable, but she’s never seen Yuji like this before. Flushed, lost in pleasure, and looking at Megumi now. Something pleasant and excited burns in her belly, and she can’t help pressing her fingers between her thighs, just to curb the throbbing ache building from denying herself this whole time.

The phone almost slips from her hands when Yuji calls out her name, then Gojo’s, but she keeps the camera trained on her best friend as climax strikes.

Suguru holds Yuji close as she bucks and writhes, his grip once again keeping Satoru in place as he purrs into Yuji’s ear. ]

Good girl… such a good girl, look at you coming from another man’s mouth~

[ He tugs pointedly at Satoru’s hair, his words quick to try and catch the orgasmic momentum to force Yuji into another. ]

Don’t stop. If you want to keep her coming, fuck her with your fingers and focus on her clit.

Suguru - more…?

[ Yuji’s voice is softly strained even as she knows that it’ll happen. Her husband has spent what feels like hours between her legs before, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of her body, until she was weak and breathless with pleasure, barely able to think. She’d returned the favour, of course, slipped between his legs and choked on his cock, pressed her own searching fingers into him, slid down on him until he filled her completely.

Shes looking forward to that later - being utterly filled up. The only downside is not having something for her mouth, too.

Hips jerking back even as Satoru moves forward, Yuji’s whimpers fill the roll again. He’s listening to what he’s been told, fingers - two straight away, no hesitation - pressing into her and curling, thumb and tongue on her clit, bullying her into pleasure. Satoru even laughs as she moans, blinking back overwhelmed tears as her head leans into Suguru’s shoulder and she swallows.

It’s too good, it’s - ]

Megumi, I’m coming again!

[ Satoru groans against her cunt as she tightens around his fingers, so wet its audible even over the sound of Yuji echoing around the room. ]

[ Suguru can’t help how much he loves pushing Yuji like this – affectionately, patiently, mindful of her limits, but he’s learned that tears, especially from his sweet wife, aren’t always a sign of “too much” or “stop.” They have safewords for a reason, after all.

Suguru nuzzles at her pink hair, his hips grinding forward against the small of her back. ]

Good girl. I can hear how wet you are, baby; Satoru must be doing a such a good job, hmm?

[ And he seems content to give her a breather, tugging Satoru back by his hair to get a look at the lewd slick covering his mouth, his chin, smeared up his cheek…

That’s hot, too. Fuck. ]

Let her clean your fingers, Satoru. She should taste how you made her feel.

[ The relief is immediate and Yuji sinks back against her husband’s body easily, shivering from the aftershocks and face damp from her tears. It feels good, though, amazingly good, the heat of her pleasure still warming her even with Satoru being done, and she turns her head to smile at Suguru as he speaks.

She did a good job, that’s all she’s ever wanted to do.

Satoru moves back, shifting away from his friend’s touch and Yuji’s mouth is already open to welcome her prize, her gift, his fingers sliding into her mouth and her tongue wrapping around them. This is familiar too, and she hums in enjoyment as she tastes herself, sucking at Satoru’s fingers as he gazes at her. ]

She’s so desperate for it, Suguru… How do you resist fucking her pretty mouth all the time? It’s impossible.

[ His fingers push further, tearing, and Yuji just watches, swallowing around them gently as Gojo whistles. ]

[ Suguru watches with rapt attention as Satoru's long fingers slide past his wife's lips, his breathing catching as the sheer eroticism of it leaves him painfully hard in his sweats. He unconsciously drags Yuji back against the iron of his cock – not so much possessive or pulling her away from Satoru, but finally indulging himself in some satisfying pressure. He's not going to get carried away, of course; he just needs some outlet for how badly he itches to bury his dick inside his perfect girl.

(God, how embarrassing would it be to come in his joggers before they even get around to fucking his gorgeous wife? Unacceptable.)

The fingers that had been petting and grabbing at Satoru before lift to Yuji's hair now, brushing it away from her flushed face as Suguru leans in to kiss the damp crest of her cheekbone. ]

You're implying that I resist, Satoru. [ He chuckles with a husky, breathless edge as he nuzzles at Yuji. ]

This cute little slut is practically begging me to fuck her throat at the drop of a hat – and the only times I deny her are when it seems like more fun to make her desperate first.

[ Yuji nods, agreeing, because of course she does - she’s a slut for her husband’s cock all the time, constantly needing it filling her, inside her, stretching her out and leaving her in bliss. She knows how lucky she is, that both she and Suguru are so compatible, that their tastes match so perfectly, and it’s just another reason to be thankful for Megumi.

Keen to please, as ever, she rocks back against Suguru’s hard cock, moaning around Satoru’s fingers, pressing them as deep as she can take them as he watches. Her eyes, when they lift, are glued to his face, sticky lips and cheek, and she moans even louder at the sight of him; all does is make him smirk. ]

She’s just the kind of wife you always needed, hm? You were just as much of a slut in college, and now you’ve found yourself the prettiest girl to be your own personal whore.

[ Yuji moans again, nodding. She’s aware of it; she’s a whore for Suguru. She wants him all the time, constantly, even as she suckles on another man’s fingers. ]

I bet she can’t wait to be completely filled up.

[ The familiar timbre of Satoru's voice shouldn't make Suguru harder against Yuji's ass, but it does. Someone else might bristle about their best friend referring to their wife as a "whore," yet Suguru only finds it fitting that Satoru falls so easily into step with him to tease Yuji. They've always worked beautifully in tandem, and the bedroom is no exception to that rule of their friendship. ]

And I have your sweet wife to thank for practically delivering her into my lap.

[ Suguru's dark eyes glint with mischief as he peers over at Megumi and the camera. Thrills of amusement and arousal sing through him when he sees Satoru's own wife with her hand surreptitiously tucked under the waistband of her black leggings and presumably her panties. She's sitting forward on the chair, trying not to disrupt the phone's stability with the small circles she's rubbing insistently over her swollen clit, and Suguru thinks it's adorable.

Kissing the top of Yuji's head, Suguru looks back to his own best friend, smirking at him above where Yuji keeps suckling at Satoru's fingers. ]

Should we give her what she wants? She's been aching to be completely full, and I could use a little help with that. [ "A little help," like Suguru is asking Satoru for assistance moving a table, not fucking his wife's brains out. ]

[ Satoru is nodding eagerly already, excited at the prospect of sharing a woman with his best friend again. Those days back in college had been remarkable, they’d been good, and reliving them with someone they both care about is something special. It helps, of course, that he still has that deepen swell of affection for Suguru, wanting to see him lost in pleasure too.

Fingers slip out of Yuji’s mouth and Satoru shifts her, lifting her hips a little to slide her down and get her into a slightly better position. Even then, his fingers are questing lower, searching between her legs, avoiding her cunt completely to slide two fingers against her ass. It’s impossible not to groan then, as his head leans into her stomach. ]

Suguru… Did you prepare her for us, or is she just that excited?

[ Yuji is wet there too, fingers able to press into her ass without any resistance. ]

Fuck, she really is so needy.

You can see how desperate she gets – I figured we'd save a little time.

[ If Suguru had been thinking ahead properly, he probably would have added a plug to keep Yuji comfortably ready for more than just fingers in her ass, but that's a thought for next time. Suguru also wouldn't be surprised if his wife's excitement has just left her sticky and wet everywhere, because that's just the kind of eager slut she is.

And Suguru loves it.

Nuzzling at Yuji's temple, Suguru presses a few kisses against her face as he holds her for Satoru to touch and explore. With a smirk, he glances down at Satoru again. ]

I was going to let you have her pussy, but her ass is blissfully tight, if you'd rather trade places.

[ Save time and get Yuji worked up all at once. They talk about her as if she isn’t even there, an object for their pleasure, and it’s driving her insane, her body wiggling in her husband’s arms. She doesn’t much care which way it happens, she just wants to be fucked.

Satoru, on the other hand, definitely has a preference, pouting at his best friend. ]

Do you think I’d put all that work into her pussy and not try it? I’m going to give her just what she wants, Suguru, we don’t need to move.

[ His thumb sneaks and presses on her clit, and Yuji physically jerks with a sharp noise. ]

But maybe we can swap after. I think you’d enjoy that, too.

[ Fucking another man’s come into his wife. ]

[ Suguru's eyebrows rise with affected astonishment, but his smirk betrays the banter for what it is. ]

I was just trying to be a good host and ensure you had all the options, Satoru.

[ But oh, the idea of swapping...

Cock throbbing, Suguru licks his lips, turning his head to nip at Yuji's ear. ]

Would you like that, sweetheart? Do you want me to fuck Satoru's sloppy creampie back into your pussy when he's done with you?

Yes.

[ Her words are immediate, and Yuji shivers as Satoru keeps stroking over the skin of her thighs. She nuzzles into her husband, leans into him, rocking against both the men holding on to her before she breathes out a sharp, needy little sound. ]

Will you clean me up after? You can share it with me… I don’t mind. I’ll help clean you both.

[ She means it, too. Yuji will do anything he asks, anything to taste him, to be devoured and devour in return. ]

[ Suguru has met (and even fucked) men who don't care for the taste of cum or the act of eating it out of their partners – but that has never been one of his own reservations. He discovered very early on how much he loves getting his mouth on a freshly-fucked hole, gender notwithstanding, and this is no exception. The idea of it now sends a full shudder down Suguru's spine, his own reaction and eagerness taking him momentarily by surprise. Whether it's the eroticism of involving his wife or Satoru, who knows. Suguru doesn't give a fuck, at this point.

He's about to offer an emphatic Yes, but from the bedside, a softer voice interrupts. ]

... Can I clean up?

[ Suguru blinks a few times, glancing over to where Megumi sits. The intensity is undeniable in her eyes, the heat and overpowering arousal, but she seems self-conscious again when the attention shifts.

She clarifies quickly, ]

Just Yuji. If that's okay.

[ Suguru briefly toys with the idea of how selfish he's feeling right now, but that thought flutters away as quickly as it appears; Megumi is being gracious enough to share her husband and record these activities without being directly involved. That's worth endless gratitude, no matter how hot the idea of eating two men's cum out of his wife might happen to be.

Suguru makes a mental note to ask Satoru later about Megumi's usual interests, to get a better sense of what boundaries to mind or what buttons he's allowed to push. But for now, with limited negotiating ahead of time, he's happy to rely on Satoru's expertise.

With a shrug, Suguru glances between his wife and his best friend. ]

Why not? I'm feeling generous, if Yuji doesn't mind.

[ Satoru perks up almost immediately when he hears his wife’s voice, turning his head to look at her. She’s so pretty, flushed and bright pink, charming as she loses herself to lust, and he can’t help the teasing lilt to his voice. How can he, when she just looks so cute? ]

Megumi-chan! Well done, for asking for what you want! How cute, wanting to clean your friend up for us… Don’t you think it’s cute, Yuji-chan? Megumi would take good care of you, she has such a lovely mouth.

[ Yuji’s eyes are caught, staring at her best friend, the sudden connection between them something electric and intense. She breathes out, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she shivers, licking her lips. She can’t even imagine how good it would feel, the way her mouth might feel suckling and licking come out of her cunt. It makes her moan softly, sinking into her husband. ]

I don’t mind. Megumi can do anything she wants with me, as long as Suguru is happy too - and Gojo-kun! I’d like to…

[ Glancing between the two men, shy all of a sudden, Yuji looks back over at her best friend.

Has she thought about Megumi sexually before? Not explicitly, but now she can’t get the image out of her head. Megumi’s sharp hair between her legs, soft mouth on hers, touching her warm skin… She whines softly, unable to help herself. ]

Maybe, one day… I can take care of Megumi, too.

[ Two cocks inside her and Megumi’s cunt on her lips… She can’t imagine anything better. ]

[ Satoru earns the most half-hearted glare from Megumi, token exasperation for her husband's... well, everything. (And yet, if she really didn't like it, she wouldn't be here now.) But when Megumi's eyes lock on Yuji's, it feels impossible to turn away. Megumi has never excelled at expressing herself or her feelings, and she most often deals with things by bottling them up to examine never, which is exactly what she'd done with her crush on her best friend. But... maybe she doesn't have to smother those feelings? Or maybe she's allowed to feel them? This has nothing to do with a dissatisfaction with her husband or her marriage, related purely to Megumi's affection for Yuji and the special place Yuji occupies in her heart.

But oh, Yuji is okay with it. And she wants to...

Oh.

Megumi's breathing stutters, her blush darkening as she nods. ]

Y-yeah. I'd... like that.

[ Suguru watches with an absent curiosity, unbothered by the fascinating way things are unfolding. It's bad form to rapidly change course in the middle of a scene, casual or otherwise, because one's ability to consent becomes more nebulous with the additional factors of being outrageously horny or feeling external pressure for compliance – so anything more intense? Probably requires hashing out some details. But this? Suguru is just fine with it. ]

I know I'd love to watch you with your head between her legs. [ Suguru smirks, glancing over at Satoru. ]

Take her for a minute, would you? I'm going to grab the lube. [ And once again, he's talking around Yuji, like she's just a fun toy to pass between them and not his wife. ]

Gotcha, Yuji-chan!

[ Yuji is pressed face first into Satoru’s body and she settles there, her arms wrapping around his chest and her face against his neck. She doesn’t feel at all embarrassed or shy about it, not when she considers where his mouth has been, and her mind is elsewhere anyway without the solid weight of her spouse behind her, keeping her steady.

She’s thinking about Megumi. Sharing her, kissing her, sliding between her legs and showing her what Yuji could do for her, maybe even licking into her when Satoru was done fucking her and showing her how good it can feel. Yuji has always known that Megumi had a special place in her heart, her first proper friend, someone she cares for deeply, but she hadn’t expected this.

She truly didn’t believe that Megumi would want her like that. Sharing Satoru felt like a big enough leap.

Nuzzling into Satoru’s body, she hums softly. ]

We can all talk about it later. You and me, Gojo-kun and Satoru… We’ll decide what we want to do. Then we can make sure we’re all happy.

[ Lifting her head, Yuji looks around for her husband. ]

Suguru? I love you!

[ In case he’d forgotten; Satoru laughs against her hair. ]

[ Rather than find himself jealous at the picture Yuji makes in the arms of Suguru's best friend, Suguru absently appreciates how adorable his wife is, practically glowing with her own irresistible sensuality. Satoru is as striking as he's always been, otherworldly and handsome, and Suguru thinks he looks just as good holding Yuji.

Hm. Interesting.

But Suguru doesn't dawdle in fetching the nearby supplies from the nightstand, ducking briefly into their attached bathroom to grab some wipes for easy clean-up. (Swapping is hot, bacterial infections are not.)

Yuji's words follow after him, and he just chuckles to himself, smile warm and affectionate as he calls back, ]

I love you, too.

[ When Suguru returns, he can feel Megumi's gaze as he shoves down his sweats, kicking away his pants. Naked, Suguru crawls onto the bed with the lube, wet wipes, and a couple of towels, and he leaves them within reach as he moves close to the pair still snuggled together.

He shuffles in close, long limbs momentarily tangling with Satoru's as he sandwiches his wife between their chests. Kissing her shoulder, Suguru slides an arm around her waist. ]

How are you feeling, sweetheart?

[ A quick check-in before they lose themselves again or push farther. ]

[ The call back and reminder of love has Yuji brightening, warmth spreading though her body as she watches her husband move around the room. He’s as striking as ever, beautiful and sculpted from marble, and she knows she’s not the only one looking. Satoru has tilted his head against her chest so that he can watch his best friend too, and it makes Yuji grin.

She’s not jealous, not anymore, not here. Once she’d envied what Satoru and Suguru had, once she’d been worried about losing her husband to someone he clearly cared for deeply, but she’s secure now. Suguru loves her, worships the ground she walks in, takes such good care of her - his affection for Satoru is different and she can’t fault him for it. They’re meant to be in each others’ lives.

His warm weight settles back behind her, his arm around her waist and his cock against her skin, and Yuji hums, tilting back to nuzzle at him immediately.

Suguru is perfect, and they love each other. That’s all she needs to be reminded of. ]

I’m feeling good.

[ She tilts her head up, lips pouting. ]

But no one has kissed me for a long time.

Aw, poor baby.

[ Suguru coos teasingly to his wife, and he leans around her shoulder, kissing her chin, her jaw, the corner of her mouth... ]

Was Satoru slacking while I was being productive?

[ ... Suguru says, while not kissing his wife yet. He just can't help messing with her a little. ]

You’re both slacking on kisses.

[ It’s very petulant, especially since Satoru’s mouth was elsewhere occupied, but Yuji can’t help the teasing little pout, tilting into her husband. She just loves kissing, loves being touched, loves to feel her mouth working with someone else’s.

How is she meant to resist when there are two beautiful men holding onto her?

Satoru laughs, at least, and cups her cheek. ]

Yuji-chan didn’t ask, so how was I meant to know?

[ Suguru chuckles, nuzzling at Yuji's temple. ]

Maybe you should ask nicely, Yuji. Tell us what you want, and then say please.

[ If Suguru can't help grinding his hard cock against his wife, he's sure no one can blame him. Tangled with Yuji, with Satoru, skin to skin... it's so painfully arousing, and Suguru feels greedy. ]

I want a kiss. From both of you.

[ Yuji delights in the feeling of her husband rocking back against her, and she hums softly as Satoru leans in close, kissing along her jaw absently. It’s another step closer to being completely filled and she yearns for it.

Satoru’s eyes glance up to watch his best friend before he leans in to kiss his wife, shoving his tongue and the taste of her cunt into her willing mouth. ]

[ Now would, of course, be the time to say something if Suguru was actually bothered by his best friend kissing his wife. But instead of bristling, Suguru's eyes are glued to Satoru and Yuji, soaking in every detail of how they look, how they move, how they sound.

When Satoru draws away again, Suguru leans in over Yuji's shoulder to fill that space, tracing his tongue over Yuji's slick bottom lip. She tastes like saliva and pussy, and that's hot as hell. ]

I didn't hear you say "please."

[ But Suguru can't bring himself to deny Yuji any longer as he reaches up to tilt her chin towards him, to seal his mouth over hers and chase the remnants of Satoru and Yuji's flavor. ]

[ Yuji moans into Satoru’s kiss as soon as it happens, chasing after his mouth when he moves away, pouting despite how heavy her breathing is coming. Turning her head to her husband, she smiles prettily. ]

I said please before… I’m sorry, Suguru.

[ Leaning in to his kiss, she moans louder, rocking between the two men. Satoru slips back to kick off his own sweats, eyes glued to the pair on the bed, gazing longingly. ]

You’re quite the pair, Suguru.

[ Suguru draws Yuji close again to give Satoru room to finish divesting himself of the rest of his clothes. Arm around her waist, the other crossing her chest to cradle her jaw, Suguru kisses his wife like he means to devour her. His lips curl in a smile against Yuji's, pulling away finally with a pointed graze of his teeth.

He looks back at his best friend, absently allowing his hands to stroke over Yuji's skin as if soothing a beloved pup. ]

She just makes me look better. [ And a wink! ]

Why don't you come give her what she wants? [ Adjusting Yuji in his arms, Suguru makes room for Satoru again in front of her. Hand dipping down, he spreads Yuji's pussy with his fingers, juices and spit smearing messily as he parts her. ]

I want to watch you stretch her first.

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