[ Yuji can feel it as soon as Suguru comes, the way it fills her, hot alongside the thick, solid weight of his cock staying buried inside her. It makes her shake with her own want, teetering on the edge, but not being sure how to push herself over that edge. Luckily, it seems as if Satoru is going to take charge now.
Satoru rocks up into her cunt, even as his own hands shake from the feeling of seeing his best friend come. He grinds his cock up into Yuji, rocking into her, and his hand slips down to feel the way his cock slides into her cunt. He's not touching her clit yet, but he presses his fingers against the lips of her gently.
His cheeks are flushed, and he's smug as he tilts his head, rocking into her. ]
Suguru. Make your wife come, so I can fill her up. Don't you want to see her dripping? Don't you want to taste it? Make her come, so I can come.
[ How is Suguru supposed to resist that? He’s shaken back to his senses by Satoru’s voice, and he breathes out on a hum of immediate agreement as he shifts to rest on one forearm, pressing down against Yuji as his other hand ducks between Satoru and Yuji’s bodies, finding the point where his wife is joined with his best friend. His fingers brush gently over the back of Satoru’s hand before drifting higher, locating Yuji’s clit with practiced ease.
He presses a hot kiss to her neck, groaning into her skin. ]
Come for us again, Yuji. [ His voice rumbles against her, nearly a purr filled to the brim with affection. ]
Such a good girl around our cocks, come for us and let Satoru feel just how tight and perfect that pussy is.
[ It's as if she was waiting for it, as if she was doing nothing more than holding off until Suguru's hand was on her, seeking out her pleasure. His fingers rub over her clit and her cunt clenches tight around Satoru's cock, squeezing like a vice as her head tilts back and she moans. Even then, she's still rocking over them gently, grinding on both their cocks, whimpering as she gets closer and closer.
It's the command that gets her, that makes her jerk, body shaking as she moans out his name, shouts for him, needy and desperate. ]
Suguru... Gojo-kun, fuck... It's - thank you! [ She's blinking, tears in her eyes, overwhelmed as she cock over them, until she's finally coming, her nails digging into Satoru's chest. ] Megumi, I'm coming!
[ It's her tight pussy clenching around him and the touch of fingers over his own that has Satoru coming, leaning back in the bed as he moans aloud, rocking into Yuji as he releases, lets himself go, moaning low and needily. ]
[ Fuck, Yuji is gorgeous when she comes – and the way she tightens up around his oversensitive cock nearly milks him back to hardness already, almost painfully too much. (And just enough to appeal to his own masochistic streak.) Suguru keeps working Yuji through her orgasm, refusing to let up as the jerk of Satoru’s dick through the walls of Yuji’s cunt sends a shudder up his spine – intense, powerful, and hot as fuck.
Finally, Suguru stops, forced by his trembling arm to support himself again on both hands; he doesn’t want to accidentally or painfully crush Yuji, after all.
[ Yuji is twitching, almost painfully, stuffed so full and leaking come between two beautiful, perfect men. She licks her lips, swallowing a little as she leans closer, sinking against Satoru. His arm reaches around her to hold her close, tucked against his body, and she hums softly. ]
Suguru...
[ Her body twitches, the aftershocks of come, and Satoru groans softly. ]
[ Suguru chuckles breathlessly as he resists the urge to sink down against Yuji entirely, both to press against her and be closer to Satoru, but he also knows this position isn't a comfortable one to rest in – for anyone.
Smiling with more warmth than lasciviousness now, Suguru presses a kiss to Yuji's shoulder. ]
Stay put, sweetheart, as long as you want. I'm not going far.
[ Slowly, gently, Suguru sits up, adjusting his weight as he draws out of his wife's ass. He doesn't manage to stifle his throaty moan, nearly reluctant to leave that perfect warmth and wetness, but he has to pull out, has to wipe off the lube and remnants of his orgasm before he flops down beside Satoru, stretched out on the bed.
Suguru grimaces as he flexes his knee, but he wastes no time reaching out to touch Yuji again, eager to continue touching and praising his wife. But also? He's a little sore. ]
I remember that being easier on my knees the last time we did this.
[ Yuji has physically collapsed against Satoru now, who wraps an arm around her and shifts them slowly. He turns his body, so that Yuji can be tucked between the two of them, her back against Suguru and her chest held tight to Satoru as he stays inside her, plugging her gently.
The next stage is her getting eaten, after all.
His arm reaches out, and he pets absently at Suguru's hair with a hum. ]
[ Suguru doesn't waste any time snuggling in close to the other two, bracketing his wife with his best friend and reaching out to wind an arm around Yuji – but after another second of thought, he slides his hand behind Satoru, settling on the small of his back. Suguru drags them both closer, eager to keep Yuji close and Satoru inside of her.
(But he feels his heart stutter when long fingers stroke through his hair, as that familiar and beloved voice praises him.
Hm. Something for later.)
Playing off the catch in his breathing with a smile, Suguru can't resist tilting his head into Satoru's touch. ]
I would say that it was a team effort.
[ Looking down at Yuji now, Suguru kisses the top of her hair, then her forehead, then her wet cheeks. ]
[ Satoru lets himself tuck close, fingers stroking idly, unconcerned about how intimate it is. There's something soft and sweet about the moment between the three of them, and he sighs a little as he makes himself more comfortable. He does turn his head, looking over at his wife and giving her a small smile.
Not forgotten, tenderly loved, even as his cock is buried in another girl's cunt.
Yuji, who is trying to blink back her desperately, pained tears, tilts into her husband and sighs softly, still shivering from pleasure. ]
I'm fine, Suguru. Just a bit sore, I think? Full.
[ She settles her head on Satoru's chest, leaning back into her husband, and sighs. ]
[ Suguru keeps peppering her with kisses, slow and tender and adoring. ]
That's what I was thinking, too. Let's have a breather, we'll take care of you.
[ With gentle affection and praise, nothing more than Yuji can handle.
Megumi takes that as her cue to stop the recording. Hitting that little red button again, the video ends and automatically saves neatly to her phone (with a lewd frame in the corner of her screen practically broadcasting itself back to her).
An unexpected spike of awkwardness is left in the wake of that soft smile from her husband, even though Megumi knows it's supposed to be reassuring. That whole scene was intense, wildly attractive and erotic, but Megumi doesn't know what to do with herself now that Yuji definitely needs that five minute break. And she should have it with both Satoru and Suguru wrapped around her to provide that aftercare until she's ready for more. And Suguru and Satoru deserve to sooth and be affectionate with each other; that makes sense to Megumi.
But something about the idea of sitting in that chair or nearby for that whole time makes Megumi want to vanish into the flooring.
Tucking her phone into her leggings' pocket, Megumi glances between the three on the bed and the bathroom before she's quietly getting to her feet. ]
I'm just gonna— fix my hair. [ Fucking awkward to say she wants to tie her hair out of the way if she's going to eat her best friend's pussy – but also a good excuse to whisk herself away from the palpable intimacy of the three bodies tangled together. ]
[ Yuji is too busy being tucked into their bodies to really pay all that much attention to what's going on, but she's brought a little back to herself with the reminder that Megumi is right there. She'd been consciously aware this whole time, of course, since she had been telling her best friend each time she was allowed to come, but there's a difference between that and this.
Slowly, she pushes up a little, looking over at her friend and giving her a soft, tender smile. If she could wiggle away and actually help, she'd do it, but with how tightly pressed she is between the two men there's not too much she can do. There's not a lot she can offer, beyond breathing out a soft noise and rubbing her hands over her face. ]
'Gumi... Come to me when you're done?
[ Her voice is soft, a little hoarse, and she slumps back down as Satoru lifts his hand up, stroking through her hair and kissing her forehead. ]
When she's out, I'll take my cock out, alright, Suguru? If you have something to plug her with...
[ Megumi calls it back to Yuji as she disappears into the bathroom, closing the door behind herself and pausing to take a few long, slow breaths before she can focus on tying back her hair.
Suguru vaguely watches Megumi go from the corner of his eye before looking back to Satoru, humming and nodding with easy agreement. He's nearly hard again, too geared up to be held down by his refractory period for long. ]
Are you going to be ready for my cock again, Yuji? When your best friend gets out, do you want me to fuck her husband's cum back into you?
[ Yuji moans softly, shifting her body closer to her husband, rocking back against him. Satoru's cock is still buried inside of her, and when she wiggles it makes him groan, oversensitive and needing to get his dick out of her before he falls to pieces.
Slowly, surely, he drags his cock out, leaning down to press fingers into her as they await Suguru. Yuji nods, licking her lips. ]
Yeah... Fill me with both of you. I want to feel it inside me, on my legs, all over me, Suguru.
[ Suguru rumbles with sultry approval, his hand sliding from behind Satoru to curl around his wife's belly, dragging her into the press of his hips as Satoru's fingers stay buried inside her. ]
Such a perfect slut, Yuji. So needy for so much cum.
[ And, hey, he relates. Half of the appeal now is the idea of coating his cock in Satoru's cum inside Yuji, so... he gets it.
Releasing Yuji, Suguru reaches for his own cock, guiding it back between his wife's legs, nudging between her thighs from behind to tease where Satoru's fingers are deep inside her still.
Megumi doesn't take the full five minutes to put up her hair and return silently from the bathroom, but she hangs back at the foot of the bed, a little hesitant to crawl in between everyone just to get to Yuji. Hm. She shouldn't feel so awkward about this, but she does. ]
[ Satoru moves gently, carefully; as his fingers draw back he pushes on Suguru's cock, aligning it with Yuji's wet cunt so that it can slide right into her, pushing his cock right where it belongs. He leans back, then, to give Yuji and Suguru space, to focus on his own wife despite the mess of his hands and the smirk on his mouth.
Wiggling down the bed, he opens his arms for her, his head tilted. ]
Come here, Megumi. You wanted to taste her when they're done, right? Do you want to sit with me and watch? You can try it, too.
[ He wiggles his cum stained fingers at her, even as Yuji makes a soft, needy noise, a little desperate before she groans. ]
[ Suguru, of course, is most happy to turn his attention to his wife, grateful for the effortless assist from Satoru before the other man retreats. Dragging Yuji down his cock as he presses forward into her deliciously wet and sticky cunt, Suguru winds himself around Yuji with an approving moan. ]
Fuck yes...
[ Megumi's attention bounces between Satoru and Yuji, because how can she not be distracted by her best friend moaning her name? Licking her lips, Megumi climbs onto the bed with her husband, leaning in to clean away some of the mess of combined cum, mumbling against his fingers, ]
[ Satoru reaches out, tugging her into his lap and wrapping an arm around her waist, nuzzling into her neck. He presses a soft kiss there, gentle and sweet, and he hums. ]
Look at how pretty she looks. Her cunt tastes incredible, Megumi, you're going to love it. You'll take such good care of her, your sweet friend. I bet she'd do the same to you, if you were sweet with her.
[ Yuji's body twitches, her cunt tightening around Suguru as he presses into her, her hips rocking back, grinding, rocking over his cock with ease, familiarity. He knows how to do it. ]
[ Megumi climbs into her husband's lap, her clothes (other than her panties and bra) abandoned in the bathroom to let her settle mostly-naked against Satoru. She isn't bothered by the lewd words spilling out of Satoru now, not when it feels... good watching Yuji now. She can't help nodding along, her breathing coming in soft pants as she tries not to squirm against Satoru while her eyes remain glued to Yuji.
Yuji looks— so good getting fucked, and Megumi has a different vantage point now. Flushed and needy and stretched around Suguru's cock, Megumi can't help how powerfully she already wants to put herself between Yuji's thighs. She doesn't care that Suguru is still inside Yuji; she wants to put her lips over her friend's clit and lick and suck until she falls to pieces around Suguru's cock.
Shuddering, Megumi's fingers grip Satoru's arm, her chin bobbing in an almost helpless nod of heady agreement. She wants to touch Yuji so badly, and it's driving her crazy.
Suguru, meanwhile, has full access to touch Yuji. He doesn't tease with light thrusts now, too eager to drive into her blissfully sloppy cunt. He looks over at Satoru and Megumi, smirking as he catches sight of the wriggling woman in his best friend's lap. ]
Oh, I think Megumi can barely keep her hands off you, baby. Look how desperate she is after watching you take that much cock.
[ Yuji's eyes, dark and lidded, drop to look at Megumi, drinking her in. She wants to touch Megumi too, to kiss her, to stroke fingers along her skin, but she's aware that wasn't part of the agreement today. They didn't discuss the two of them being together, just her and Satoru and Suguru, so she relents. She stops herself from getting too caught up in fantasy, sighing softly.
Tilting her head back, she clenches around her husband, moaning with delight. ]
Satoru... I want you to come in me, please. Fill me, so Megumi has something good to taste. Something nice, from all of us.
[ Satoru grins, one hand on his wife's tit, the other slinking between her legs to curl over her cunt - not touching her, just resting palm-flat, to tease. ]
[ How is Suguru supposed to resist such a delicious plea from Yuji? He's not magnanimous enough to claim he isn't interested in watching Yuji and Megumi together for the pure eroticism of two gorgeous women touching each other – so of course the idea of Megumi eating Yuji out, cleaning away two creampies, that just makes Suguru throb inside Yuji. (And it doesn't hurt that Yuji knows just how to squeeze around him to work him to his peak faster, almost embarrassingly so.)
Suguru groans, pressing his lips messily against Yuji's cheek, her jaw, growling and panting just below her ear. ]
I will, baby. I've got more cum for you, gonna make you so full...
[ Needy enough that she doesn't care how embarrassing it is, Megumi rocks forward against Satoru's hand, grinding herself against the flat of his fingers through fabric. The panties are destroyed by now, soaked through and plastered to the contours of her cunt – a dead giveaway for how needy she is, but easier for her to find some relief to her swollen clit. She's desperate enough to hump her husband's hand, even in front of her friend and her husband.
Whimpering, Megumi bites down on her bottom lip, clinging to Satoru and mentally begging Suguru to finish.
At least she doesn't have to wait long. Suguru's rhythm stutters soon enough, his hips jerking forward to buck into his wife, twice more before the mind-numbing pleasure swarms through his body and leaves him emptying his balls into his wife all over again. Not as much to offer after the first volley, but he can still feel himself adding to the mess Satoru left in his wake. ]
[ Yuji moans as she feels Suguru come, sliding into her and filling her up again, and she knows that she is going to be dripping with it, the cum slipping out of her cunt, her body clenching as if to try and keep it all inside of her. She burns with it, the need to take more and more, and she leans back as she swallows, breathless. ]
Suguru... Thank you...
[ Well trained, as always. Reaching down, she presses her fingers against his cock as it grinds into her, giving her all he has left, her palm rubbing at her cunt, and she moans at the feeling of it, face damp from the new tears. ]
Are you ready, Megumi? [ Satoru's voice gentle and quiet in her ear. ] When Suguru pulls out, it'll be your turn. You can do whatever you want with her, I don't mind.
[ Suguru might have usually reached down to thrum over Yuji's clit and try to get her off again if Megumi wasn't waiting in the wings to dive between Yuji's legs. He doesn't want to deprive Megumi of her fun by wearing Yuji out too quickly, after all. As he recovers from that swell of orgasm, Suguru hugs Yuji tighter, closer, kissing where he can reach in wordless praise. ]
My perfect girl, Yuji... [ And words of praise, too, of course. ] Mmmm, I love you so much...
[ Megumi is still clinging to Satoru's arm, her muscles coiled with the urge to cross the bed to Yuji, but she nods instead. ]
Yeah. Yes, yeah, I'm... I'm ready. [ As long as Yuji is okay with it...
After clinging to Yuji, petting over her body for a moment longer, Suguru slowly draws away from his wife, easing her to lie on her back. Glancing over at his best friend, Suguru grins breathlessly at the other two. ]
I'll trade you. [ Ha. Ha. Ha.
But Megumi doesn't need to be told twice, physically forcing herself not to scramble across the bed to get to Yuji. She goes at a totally normal pace, thank you.
Suguru makes room for Megumi easily, though he doesn't scoot far to watch with Satoru. Megumi hovers over Yuji, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she forces herself not to get carried away. ]
Can— can I kiss you? [ Satoru said she can do whatever she wants, so... ]
[ The praise makes her burn, turning her head to watch Suguru with an overwhelming fondness she can't ignore. The depth of her love and adoration for him is obvious, and she shifts, pushing herself up, leaning in to press a quick, sly kiss against Suguru's mouth. The way she feels about him is obvious, even without action, and he sighs softly, leaning away.
She wants to be perfect for him. She wants to be good for it. It's what spurs her on, even now.
Megumi moves closer, and Yuji's body adjusts, moving so that she can make space for Megumi to get near enough to touch. Satoru lets her go, and when Suguru is close enough he moves too, leaning into his best friend and letting their bodies rest together, idle and unconcerned with his nakedness.
They just fucked a girl together. It's not that big of a deal to him.
Lifting her eyes, Yuji breathes out, cheeks flushed and expression filled with warmth and admiration. Adoration. ]
[ Excitement sings through Megumi with Yuji’s consent, but she’s gentle about leaning in, taking that first kiss with sweetness instead of lewd flare. She cares about Yuji, wants to see her happy and bring her joy, even if Megumi is far less vocal about those parts. She’s quiet about a lot of things, but how much she wants to kiss Yuji won’t be one of them.
Suguru leans against Satoru with careless familiarity, still reeling a bit in the wake of his orgasm. He’s not upset in the slightest about getting a short breather.
Also? His wife looks really hot kissing another woman.
Megumi lets the kiss linger, deepening it and tangling her tongue with Yuji’s to give her a brief taste of the cum she’d already sucked off of Satoru’s fingers. But that, of course, reminds her of a better prize waiting between Yuji’s thighs.
Reluctantly drawing away from Yuji’s mouth, Megumi nuzzles at the other woman’s face as she paws gently at Yuji’s waist. ]
Can I… [ Why does it feel so hard to ask for it now? But she figures Yuji knows what she means. ]
[ Yuji lets herself lean into Megumi as soon as their lips press, sinking into her body with a pleased, happy little sound. It feels good, kissing the sweetness of her dearest friend alongside being so sated and taken care of by their husbands, and she can feel the flood of warmth and adrenaline rush through her.
She wants more of this. It might be incredibly slutty, just like Suguru called her, but she can't deny it - not that she wants to.
Biting at Megumi's lip gently, she whines when the mouth moves away from her, sinking back into the bed and shifting her weight, opening her legs ready. ]
You can. I can't wait to feel your mouth.
[ Satoru grins, resting his head on Suguru's shoulder with a soft sigh. ]
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Satoru rocks up into her cunt, even as his own hands shake from the feeling of seeing his best friend come. He grinds his cock up into Yuji, rocking into her, and his hand slips down to feel the way his cock slides into her cunt. He's not touching her clit yet, but he presses his fingers against the lips of her gently.
His cheeks are flushed, and he's smug as he tilts his head, rocking into her. ]
Suguru. Make your wife come, so I can fill her up. Don't you want to see her dripping? Don't you want to taste it? Make her come, so I can come.
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He presses a hot kiss to her neck, groaning into her skin. ]
Come for us again, Yuji. [ His voice rumbles against her, nearly a purr filled to the brim with affection. ]
Such a good girl around our cocks, come for us and let Satoru feel just how tight and perfect that pussy is.
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It's the command that gets her, that makes her jerk, body shaking as she moans out his name, shouts for him, needy and desperate. ]
Suguru... Gojo-kun, fuck... It's - thank you! [ She's blinking, tears in her eyes, overwhelmed as she cock over them, until she's finally coming, her nails digging into Satoru's chest. ] Megumi, I'm coming!
[ It's her tight pussy clenching around him and the touch of fingers over his own that has Satoru coming, leaning back in the bed as he moans aloud, rocking into Yuji as he releases, lets himself go, moaning low and needily. ]
Perfect, so fucking perfect...
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Finally, Suguru stops, forced by his trembling arm to support himself again on both hands; he doesn’t want to accidentally or painfully crush Yuji, after all.
With a breathless little laugh, ]
Holy fuck.
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Suguru...
[ Her body twitches, the aftershocks of come, and Satoru groans softly. ]
Fuck. You're both great.
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[ Suguru chuckles breathlessly as he resists the urge to sink down against Yuji entirely, both to press against her and be closer to Satoru, but he also knows this position isn't a comfortable one to rest in – for anyone.
Smiling with more warmth than lasciviousness now, Suguru presses a kiss to Yuji's shoulder. ]
Stay put, sweetheart, as long as you want. I'm not going far.
[ Slowly, gently, Suguru sits up, adjusting his weight as he draws out of his wife's ass. He doesn't manage to stifle his throaty moan, nearly reluctant to leave that perfect warmth and wetness, but he has to pull out, has to wipe off the lube and remnants of his orgasm before he flops down beside Satoru, stretched out on the bed.
Suguru grimaces as he flexes his knee, but he wastes no time reaching out to touch Yuji again, eager to continue touching and praising his wife. But also? He's a little sore. ]
I remember that being easier on my knees the last time we did this.
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[ Yuji has physically collapsed against Satoru now, who wraps an arm around her and shifts them slowly. He turns his body, so that Yuji can be tucked between the two of them, her back against Suguru and her chest held tight to Satoru as he stays inside her, plugging her gently.
The next stage is her getting eaten, after all.
His arm reaches out, and he pets absently at Suguru's hair with a hum. ]
She did a good job. So did you.
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(But he feels his heart stutter when long fingers stroke through his hair, as that familiar and beloved voice praises him.
Hm. Something for later.)
Playing off the catch in his breathing with a smile, Suguru can't resist tilting his head into Satoru's touch. ]
I would say that it was a team effort.
[ Looking down at Yuji now, Suguru kisses the top of her hair, then her forehead, then her wet cheeks. ]
How's my girl?
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Not forgotten, tenderly loved, even as his cock is buried in another girl's cunt.
Yuji, who is trying to blink back her desperately, pained tears, tilts into her husband and sighs softly, still shivering from pleasure. ]
I'm fine, Suguru. Just a bit sore, I think? Full.
[ She settles her head on Satoru's chest, leaning back into her husband, and sighs. ]
A five minute break would be nice.
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That's what I was thinking, too. Let's have a breather, we'll take care of you.
[ With gentle affection and praise, nothing more than Yuji can handle.
Megumi takes that as her cue to stop the recording. Hitting that little red button again, the video ends and automatically saves neatly to her phone (with a lewd frame in the corner of her screen practically broadcasting itself back to her).
An unexpected spike of awkwardness is left in the wake of that soft smile from her husband, even though Megumi knows it's supposed to be reassuring. That whole scene was intense, wildly attractive and erotic, but Megumi doesn't know what to do with herself now that Yuji definitely needs that five minute break. And she should have it with both Satoru and Suguru wrapped around her to provide that aftercare until she's ready for more. And Suguru and Satoru deserve to sooth and be affectionate with each other; that makes sense to Megumi.
But something about the idea of sitting in that chair or nearby for that whole time makes Megumi want to vanish into the flooring.
Tucking her phone into her leggings' pocket, Megumi glances between the three on the bed and the bathroom before she's quietly getting to her feet. ]
I'm just gonna— fix my hair. [ Fucking awkward to say she wants to tie her hair out of the way if she's going to eat her best friend's pussy – but also a good excuse to whisk herself away from the palpable intimacy of the three bodies tangled together. ]
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Slowly, she pushes up a little, looking over at her friend and giving her a soft, tender smile. If she could wiggle away and actually help, she'd do it, but with how tightly pressed she is between the two men there's not too much she can do. There's not a lot she can offer, beyond breathing out a soft noise and rubbing her hands over her face. ]
'Gumi... Come to me when you're done?
[ Her voice is soft, a little hoarse, and she slumps back down as Satoru lifts his hand up, stroking through her hair and kissing her forehead. ]
When she's out, I'll take my cock out, alright, Suguru? If you have something to plug her with...
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[ Megumi calls it back to Yuji as she disappears into the bathroom, closing the door behind herself and pausing to take a few long, slow breaths before she can focus on tying back her hair.
Suguru vaguely watches Megumi go from the corner of his eye before looking back to Satoru, humming and nodding with easy agreement. He's nearly hard again, too geared up to be held down by his refractory period for long. ]
Are you going to be ready for my cock again, Yuji? When your best friend gets out, do you want me to fuck her husband's cum back into you?
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[ Yuji moans softly, shifting her body closer to her husband, rocking back against him. Satoru's cock is still buried inside of her, and when she wiggles it makes him groan, oversensitive and needing to get his dick out of her before he falls to pieces.
Slowly, surely, he drags his cock out, leaning down to press fingers into her as they await Suguru. Yuji nods, licking her lips. ]
Yeah... Fill me with both of you. I want to feel it inside me, on my legs, all over me, Suguru.
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Such a perfect slut, Yuji. So needy for so much cum.
[ And, hey, he relates. Half of the appeal now is the idea of coating his cock in Satoru's cum inside Yuji, so... he gets it.
Releasing Yuji, Suguru reaches for his own cock, guiding it back between his wife's legs, nudging between her thighs from behind to tease where Satoru's fingers are deep inside her still.
Megumi doesn't take the full five minutes to put up her hair and return silently from the bathroom, but she hangs back at the foot of the bed, a little hesitant to crawl in between everyone just to get to Yuji. Hm. She shouldn't feel so awkward about this, but she does. ]
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Wiggling down the bed, he opens his arms for her, his head tilted. ]
Come here, Megumi. You wanted to taste her when they're done, right? Do you want to sit with me and watch? You can try it, too.
[ He wiggles his cum stained fingers at her, even as Yuji makes a soft, needy noise, a little desperate before she groans. ]
Megumi...
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Fuck yes...
[ Megumi's attention bounces between Satoru and Yuji, because how can she not be distracted by her best friend moaning her name? Licking her lips, Megumi climbs onto the bed with her husband, leaning in to clean away some of the mess of combined cum, mumbling against his fingers, ]
Can I watch in your lap?
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[ Satoru reaches out, tugging her into his lap and wrapping an arm around her waist, nuzzling into her neck. He presses a soft kiss there, gentle and sweet, and he hums. ]
Look at how pretty she looks. Her cunt tastes incredible, Megumi, you're going to love it. You'll take such good care of her, your sweet friend. I bet she'd do the same to you, if you were sweet with her.
[ Yuji's body twitches, her cunt tightening around Suguru as he presses into her, her hips rocking back, grinding, rocking over his cock with ease, familiarity. He knows how to do it. ]
Suguru... Ah - ah... It's good.
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Yuji looks— so good getting fucked, and Megumi has a different vantage point now. Flushed and needy and stretched around Suguru's cock, Megumi can't help how powerfully she already wants to put herself between Yuji's thighs. She doesn't care that Suguru is still inside Yuji; she wants to put her lips over her friend's clit and lick and suck until she falls to pieces around Suguru's cock.
Shuddering, Megumi's fingers grip Satoru's arm, her chin bobbing in an almost helpless nod of heady agreement. She wants to touch Yuji so badly, and it's driving her crazy.
Suguru, meanwhile, has full access to touch Yuji. He doesn't tease with light thrusts now, too eager to drive into her blissfully sloppy cunt. He looks over at Satoru and Megumi, smirking as he catches sight of the wriggling woman in his best friend's lap. ]
Oh, I think Megumi can barely keep her hands off you, baby. Look how desperate she is after watching you take that much cock.
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[ Yuji's eyes, dark and lidded, drop to look at Megumi, drinking her in. She wants to touch Megumi too, to kiss her, to stroke fingers along her skin, but she's aware that wasn't part of the agreement today. They didn't discuss the two of them being together, just her and Satoru and Suguru, so she relents. She stops herself from getting too caught up in fantasy, sighing softly.
Tilting her head back, she clenches around her husband, moaning with delight. ]
Satoru... I want you to come in me, please. Fill me, so Megumi has something good to taste. Something nice, from all of us.
[ Satoru grins, one hand on his wife's tit, the other slinking between her legs to curl over her cunt - not touching her, just resting palm-flat, to tease. ]
Look, Megumi. Yuji wants you so much.
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Suguru groans, pressing his lips messily against Yuji's cheek, her jaw, growling and panting just below her ear. ]
I will, baby. I've got more cum for you, gonna make you so full...
[ Needy enough that she doesn't care how embarrassing it is, Megumi rocks forward against Satoru's hand, grinding herself against the flat of his fingers through fabric. The panties are destroyed by now, soaked through and plastered to the contours of her cunt – a dead giveaway for how needy she is, but easier for her to find some relief to her swollen clit. She's desperate enough to hump her husband's hand, even in front of her friend and her husband.
Whimpering, Megumi bites down on her bottom lip, clinging to Satoru and mentally begging Suguru to finish.
At least she doesn't have to wait long. Suguru's rhythm stutters soon enough, his hips jerking forward to buck into his wife, twice more before the mind-numbing pleasure swarms through his body and leaves him emptying his balls into his wife all over again. Not as much to offer after the first volley, but he can still feel himself adding to the mess Satoru left in his wake. ]
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Suguru... Thank you...
[ Well trained, as always. Reaching down, she presses her fingers against his cock as it grinds into her, giving her all he has left, her palm rubbing at her cunt, and she moans at the feeling of it, face damp from the new tears. ]
Are you ready, Megumi? [ Satoru's voice gentle and quiet in her ear. ] When Suguru pulls out, it'll be your turn. You can do whatever you want with her, I don't mind.
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My perfect girl, Yuji... [ And words of praise, too, of course. ] Mmmm, I love you so much...
[ Megumi is still clinging to Satoru's arm, her muscles coiled with the urge to cross the bed to Yuji, but she nods instead. ]
Yeah. Yes, yeah, I'm... I'm ready. [ As long as Yuji is okay with it...
After clinging to Yuji, petting over her body for a moment longer, Suguru slowly draws away from his wife, easing her to lie on her back. Glancing over at his best friend, Suguru grins breathlessly at the other two. ]
I'll trade you. [ Ha. Ha. Ha.
But Megumi doesn't need to be told twice, physically forcing herself not to scramble across the bed to get to Yuji. She goes at a totally normal pace, thank you.
Suguru makes room for Megumi easily, though he doesn't scoot far to watch with Satoru. Megumi hovers over Yuji, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she forces herself not to get carried away. ]
Can— can I kiss you? [ Satoru said she can do whatever she wants, so... ]
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She wants to be perfect for him. She wants to be good for it. It's what spurs her on, even now.
Megumi moves closer, and Yuji's body adjusts, moving so that she can make space for Megumi to get near enough to touch. Satoru lets her go, and when Suguru is close enough he moves too, leaning into his best friend and letting their bodies rest together, idle and unconcerned with his nakedness.
They just fucked a girl together. It's not that big of a deal to him.
Lifting her eyes, Yuji breathes out, cheeks flushed and expression filled with warmth and admiration. Adoration. ]
Megumi... Yeah. I want to kiss you.
[ Tilting her head up, she smiles. ]
Please.
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Suguru leans against Satoru with careless familiarity, still reeling a bit in the wake of his orgasm. He’s not upset in the slightest about getting a short breather.
Also? His wife looks really hot kissing another woman.
Megumi lets the kiss linger, deepening it and tangling her tongue with Yuji’s to give her a brief taste of the cum she’d already sucked off of Satoru’s fingers. But that, of course, reminds her of a better prize waiting between Yuji’s thighs.
Reluctantly drawing away from Yuji’s mouth, Megumi nuzzles at the other woman’s face as she paws gently at Yuji’s waist. ]
Can I… [ Why does it feel so hard to ask for it now? But she figures Yuji knows what she means. ]
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She wants more of this. It might be incredibly slutty, just like Suguru called her, but she can't deny it - not that she wants to.
Biting at Megumi's lip gently, she whines when the mouth moves away from her, sinking back into the bed and shifting her weight, opening her legs ready. ]
You can. I can't wait to feel your mouth.
[ Satoru grins, resting his head on Suguru's shoulder with a soft sigh. ]
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