[ 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. ]
[ Megumi sits up when their kiss breaks, eager to get a good look at Yuji and the mess their husbands have made of her. Megumi’s breathing catches as she stares wide-eyed at Yuji’s well-fucked holes, cum dripping from her pussy and her ass, and she can feel her own clench with a powerful swell of arousal. Fuck. That’s hot. Yuji looks amazing like this, and Megumi’s anxiety vanishes with her rising need to seal her mouth around her best friend’s sloppy cunt.
No more asking, no more waiting, and Megumi drops onto her belly to get eye-level with Yuji’s pussy. The smell of sex swarms her senses, practically melting her brain, and she dives in without further hesitation. Another occasion might lead Megumi to use a different strategy for eating out her best friend, maybe focusing more on her clit or teasing with her fingers, but for now, she drives tongue-first into the source of that filthy swirl of flavor – Megumi’s husband’s cum, her best friend’s, and her best friend’s husband’s?
Megumi is starving for it. She doesn’t care how embarrassing it should be or how desperate she looks slurping between Yuji’s legs.
Suguru watches with an eyebrow quirked in curious amusement. ]
[ The tongue is inside her and immediately Yuji is overwhelmed by how good it feels. Suguru has eaten her out before, dozens of times, of course, but there's something about knowing that Megumi is literally suckling and licking at the come left inside her by their husbands that makes it feel so, so much better.
It's dirty and delicious, and she groans, leaning her head back and breathing out sharply. ]
Megumi... Ah, Gumi...
[ She starts to rock her hips into Megumi's mouth, rocking into her gently, biting her lip as she tries to smother the sounds coming out of her mouth, needy and desperate for more of her, everything she has to offer. ]
[ An answering moan rises in Megumi’s throat, muffled between Yuji’s legs as she hungrily spears her tongue into the fluttering hole to chase every drop of cum.
When Yuji starts to rock against her face, Megumi is eager to accommodate her, meeting the needy grinds forward with a flex and thrust of her tongue. She braces herself with hands gripping into the delicious curves of Yuji’s ass, but she’s holding on for the ride more than trying to control how Yuji squirms. ]
Mmm…
[ Megumi trembles with delight as she eagerly swallows every drop of fluid she can reach, greedy for something that doesn’t even involve touching herself but somehow makes her feel just as deliriously horny. ]
[ All she can do is keep saying her name, keep mumbling it out as her hips rock, as her body moves, and she breathes out sharply. It's little, hitched breaths, tender sounds as she swallows, head moving from side to side and pink hair a tangled mess of a halo around her.
Reaching out, one hand strokes through her hair, gentle and careful, even as her pussy is practically devoured. ]
I wanna touch you too, taste you, anything, please... Please?
[ Megumi looks up from her place between Yuji’s thighs, her lashes fluttering as she processes what Yuji is asking. There’s no reluctance when she nods now, eager for anything Yuji wants.
(The pussy shoved against her face is a good excuse to avoid speaking, weirdly.)
Shifting a hand to rest over Yuji’s in her hair, Megumi gently squeezes the other woman’s fingers, encouraging her to grip as she pleases. Unless someone tells her to stop, at this point, she seems determined to keep her mouth sealed around Yuji.
Suguru smirks from his place with Satoru. ]
Well, if you’re asking me, Satoru, I think Yuji should do anything she wants with her cute best friend.
[ Suguru certainly has no fears that Megumi intends to whisk away his wife, and he’s always been of the mind that consenting adults should feel free to do as they please. So why not? ]
Then she can do what she likes, as long as Megumi wants it too.
[ Satoru is too busy basically cuddling his best friend to worry too much about it, leaning into him and playing with his hair idly, making a soft, non-committal sound.
Yuji tugs on Megumi's hair gently, curling her fingers around it and biting the inside of her cheek. ]
Megumi... You could - up here? Your... I want to taste you too? You can keep going between my legs, just on top of me, if you wanted...
[ Yuji is flushed, embarrassed at how much she wants it, to have Megumi grinding her cunt on her chin and mouth as her best friend suckles and eats her own pussy in return. ]
[ Oh… Yeah, the idea of sitting on Yuji’s face and continuing to eat her out is enough to get Megumi off of Yuji – briefly. Megumi tries not to gasp for air when she comes up just because that feels silly, but she’s dizzy with the extra oxygen for a heartbeat.
She has plenty of experience sitting on her husband’s face, so this is an easy transition for Megumi. She takes the extra second to kick off her panties before turning around and shuffling back to assume her position again. She pauses just before mounting Yuji’s face to reach down and gently gather up Yuji’s hair, smoothing it clear of where Megumi’s knees will settle on the pillow. ]
… There.
[ Satisfied that she won’t accidentally kneel of Yuji’s hair, Megumi lifts a leg to climb onto her best friend’s face – though the flush tinging across her cheeks is pinker as Megumi settles above Yuji, self-conscious because she can’t help it. Instead of resting her weight on her hands, Megumi curls her arms around Yuji’s thighs, anchoring herself, and then lowers her mouth back in place. This new position doesn’t allow Megumi the same kind of direct access to Yuji’s pussy, but it does make it easier for Megumi to attend Yuji’s clit.
Suguru, meanwhile, is more than happy to enjoy some high-quality, live-action porn featuring his favorite slut: his wife. The fact that he does it tangled with his best friend doesn’t seem to deter his enjoyment of the scene, either. He resists the urge to drag one of Satoru’s arms around him, to make himself at home there, but being tangled like this, with long fingers in his hair, is oddly soothing to him. ]
[ Satoru is content to lean into his friend and curl around him, unconcerned; they've kissed, fed each other come, shared his wife's cunt, and now they're laying together watching their precious women bring each other to orgasm. After that, cuddling with one another doesn't seem like too much of a leap, even as his cock twitches at the brush of skin on skin.
Yuji's arm comes up to wrap around Megumi's hip and draw her down to her mouth easily. Tilting her head, she licks over her once, to gather the taste of her, to sink into her before she moans softly. Her own pleasure feels like nothing after that, like it is unimportant, and she tilts her head as she nuzzles in, suckling at her clit and lifting a hand to spread her open.
It's good, it feels good, and more than that it's delicious. Yuji hasn't spent a lot of time between women's legs, since most of her firsts went to Suguru, but she knows what she enjoys so she tries to give that to Megumi, holding her open, thrusting her tongue in, repeating all the things Satoru had done to her on her best friend.
It's perfect. It's just how she dreamed. If she was filled with the two men again she'd be in heaven - and probably passing out. ]
[ Megumi finds herself in similar shoes, basing her attempts on her own tastes (and the not-insignificant amount of smut she’s consumed over the years). She laves her tongue over Yuji’s swollen folds, cleaning her diligently now as she tries not to be too distracted by the other woman’s mouth on her pussy. Megumi hasn’t come yet, still denying herself repeatedly (and willingly), so the stimulation is more intense now. Her thighs tremble on either side of Yuji’s head, soft whimpers and gasps intentionally smothered as Megumi closes her lips around Yuji’s clit, suckling and rolling her tongue over the ridge of nerves. Megumi is trying to do this right, trying to make Yuji feel good, but this is also a level of experimentation that she might otherwise tend to avoid. Not today. Not with Yuji. She feels comfortable enough to turn off her overthinking brain and enjoy her body and her heart’s desires.
But fuck, focusing is so hard with Yuji’s sweet mouth licking into her, driving those extra thoughts right out of her head as she grinds into Yuji’s touch, her tongue, the heat of her mouth…
Megumi has to stop and lift her head as her orgasm swells in her belly, dragging in sharp gasps of whimpered air. ]
Her tongue had been doing most of the work, had been pressing into Megumi and dragging her down onto her mouth, but she moves her hand so that she can press her fingers into her clit, gently and almost soothingly. There's a tenderness to it, despite how desperate Yuji is, how much she wants to make her best friend come, she's not going to bully it out of her.
It would almost be romantic, in another context.
Instead, she hums against her friend's cunt, giving her all she can, fingers and tongue and mouth, rocking her own hips up and making a pleased, needy little noise. ]
[ If Megumi had much presence of mind left, she might be thinking about how different Yuji feels compared to Satoru. Where her husband might push her limits and watch her squirm (because that's what she wants), Yuji is so sweet with her, so tender in her touch and in the movement of her tongue.
Whimpering, her hair falling into her face as she struggles to drag in another breath, Megumi's arms go tight around Yuji's thighs as pleasure swamps her nerves. Clutching, clinging, Megumi's hips buck into Yuji's mouth, a wail finally ripped free of her lips as she tilts her head back and comes.
The waves and shocks feel like they last ages, until Megumi slumps against Yuji's face again, her weight barely propped on her knees as the spots in her vision finally clear from how tightly she squeezed her eyes shut.
From his place lounging with Satoru, Suguru reaches out to pat what he can reach of his wife – which happens to be her foot. ]
That's my girl. Always so good with your mouth, Yuji.
[ And it's one of his many favorite things about his lovely wife. ( Though it's hard to overstate his enjoyment of their mutual oral fixation.) ]
[ Yuji doesn't stop devouring Megumi even when she's already come, nuzzling into her, drinking her wetness and claiming it for herself. There's something precious about it, her first foray into touching another woman. If she can make Megumi feel good, then maybe she'll get to do this again, maybe she'll get to enjoy giving her friend pleasure over and over again.
If their husbands don't mind, but judging from the glimpses of them she can get and the praise from her spouse, Yuji doesn't think that'll be too much of a problem.
Fingers brush over Megumi's thighs as Yuji leans back, and she closes her eyes with a soft hum, a little smile on her face. Her own orgasm feels unimportant now, in the wake of Megumi's joy and excitement. ]
Thank you, Suguru.
[ Her fingers rub over Megumi with a soft, careful fondness. ]
[ Trembling and shivering over Yuji, Megumi feels lightheaded in the wake of her orgasm, blinking away her swimming vision as she leans her cheek against Yuji's thigh. She should probably climb off, she realizes, to get a better angle – or to let Suguru have a taste. He did say he wanted to eat the cum back out of Yuji, but Megumi's enthusiasm might have beat him to the punch.
Clearly, they'll just have to do this again so that Suguru can truly help himself.
Chuckling, Suguru rubs small circles on Yuji's ankle. ]
Looking a little boneless there, Megumi. Need a moment?
[ Megumi doesn't bother lifting her head or looking over at Suguru; she just casually flips him the bird before flopping back against Yuji.
Suguru sighs with overblown drama. ]
Such a rude wife you have, Satoru. But I suppose we can't rely on you to teach her any manners.
[ Yuji isn't offended by the fact that Megumi has stopped working on her cunt; she's too satisfied at being able to make her friend come, and she's feeling a swell of pride. She's made three people orgasm today using her body, and that's something that fills her with a secure sense of pride and glee. She did that! She's so, so proud of herself.
Sitting up a little, shifting Megumi and kissing the back of her thigh, she nuzzles into her warm skin. ]
It's okay, Megumi. Take it easy.
[ Satoru moves away from his friend, leaning down to press his mouth to his wife's gently, tongue searching for the shared taste of the three of them together. He moans against her lips, nuzzling into her as he kisses her forehead. ]
She's used to me taking care of her. And I think she liked it even more, knowing it was her Yuji-chan.
[ Megumi stirs when Satoru leans in, making room for that kiss and the sweep of his tongue, but she bats him off again when he ruffles her bangs back into her face. She's definitely blushing now, so much of it because of the reminder that her current state is thanks to her best friend. ]
Yuji just did a good job, that's all.
[ Megumi sounds huffy declaring it, but she's also sincere; Yuji's mouth felt amazing. Finally shaking free of her jelly-limbs, Megumi climbs carefully off of Yuji, insinuating herself in Satoru's arms and winding herself around his chest like a persistent koala.
Suguru takes the opportunity to settle in beside Yuji, drawing in his wife close and peppering her face with kisses. ]
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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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No more asking, no more waiting, and Megumi drops onto her belly to get eye-level with Yuji’s pussy. The smell of sex swarms her senses, practically melting her brain, and she dives in without further hesitation. Another occasion might lead Megumi to use a different strategy for eating out her best friend, maybe focusing more on her clit or teasing with her fingers, but for now, she drives tongue-first into the source of that filthy swirl of flavor – Megumi’s husband’s cum, her best friend’s, and her best friend’s husband’s?
Megumi is starving for it. She doesn’t care how embarrassing it should be or how desperate she looks slurping between Yuji’s legs.
Suguru watches with an eyebrow quirked in curious amusement. ]
Well damn.
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It's dirty and delicious, and she groans, leaning her head back and breathing out sharply. ]
Megumi... Ah, Gumi...
[ She starts to rock her hips into Megumi's mouth, rocking into her gently, biting her lip as she tries to smother the sounds coming out of her mouth, needy and desperate for more of her, everything she has to offer. ]
It feels so good... It's so good.
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When Yuji starts to rock against her face, Megumi is eager to accommodate her, meeting the needy grinds forward with a flex and thrust of her tongue. She braces herself with hands gripping into the delicious curves of Yuji’s ass, but she’s holding on for the ride more than trying to control how Yuji squirms. ]
Mmm…
[ Megumi trembles with delight as she eagerly swallows every drop of fluid she can reach, greedy for something that doesn’t even involve touching herself but somehow makes her feel just as deliriously horny. ]
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[ All she can do is keep saying her name, keep mumbling it out as her hips rock, as her body moves, and she breathes out sharply. It's little, hitched breaths, tender sounds as she swallows, head moving from side to side and pink hair a tangled mess of a halo around her.
Reaching out, one hand strokes through her hair, gentle and careful, even as her pussy is practically devoured. ]
I wanna touch you too, taste you, anything, please... Please?
[ Satoru chuckles, softly. ]
What do you think, Suguru~
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(The pussy shoved against her face is a good excuse to avoid speaking, weirdly.)
Shifting a hand to rest over Yuji’s in her hair, Megumi gently squeezes the other woman’s fingers, encouraging her to grip as she pleases. Unless someone tells her to stop, at this point, she seems determined to keep her mouth sealed around Yuji.
Suguru smirks from his place with Satoru. ]
Well, if you’re asking me, Satoru, I think Yuji should do anything she wants with her cute best friend.
[ Suguru certainly has no fears that Megumi intends to whisk away his wife, and he’s always been of the mind that consenting adults should feel free to do as they please. So why not? ]
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[ Satoru is too busy basically cuddling his best friend to worry too much about it, leaning into him and playing with his hair idly, making a soft, non-committal sound.
Yuji tugs on Megumi's hair gently, curling her fingers around it and biting the inside of her cheek. ]
Megumi... You could - up here? Your... I want to taste you too? You can keep going between my legs, just on top of me, if you wanted...
[ Yuji is flushed, embarrassed at how much she wants it, to have Megumi grinding her cunt on her chin and mouth as her best friend suckles and eats her own pussy in return. ]
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She has plenty of experience sitting on her husband’s face, so this is an easy transition for Megumi. She takes the extra second to kick off her panties before turning around and shuffling back to assume her position again. She pauses just before mounting Yuji’s face to reach down and gently gather up Yuji’s hair, smoothing it clear of where Megumi’s knees will settle on the pillow. ]
… There.
[ Satisfied that she won’t accidentally kneel of Yuji’s hair, Megumi lifts a leg to climb onto her best friend’s face – though the flush tinging across her cheeks is pinker as Megumi settles above Yuji, self-conscious because she can’t help it. Instead of resting her weight on her hands, Megumi curls her arms around Yuji’s thighs, anchoring herself, and then lowers her mouth back in place. This new position doesn’t allow Megumi the same kind of direct access to Yuji’s pussy, but it does make it easier for Megumi to attend Yuji’s clit.
Suguru, meanwhile, is more than happy to enjoy some high-quality, live-action porn featuring his favorite slut: his wife. The fact that he does it tangled with his best friend doesn’t seem to deter his enjoyment of the scene, either. He resists the urge to drag one of Satoru’s arms around him, to make himself at home there, but being tangled like this, with long fingers in his hair, is oddly soothing to him. ]
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Yuji's arm comes up to wrap around Megumi's hip and draw her down to her mouth easily. Tilting her head, she licks over her once, to gather the taste of her, to sink into her before she moans softly. Her own pleasure feels like nothing after that, like it is unimportant, and she tilts her head as she nuzzles in, suckling at her clit and lifting a hand to spread her open.
It's good, it feels good, and more than that it's delicious. Yuji hasn't spent a lot of time between women's legs, since most of her firsts went to Suguru, but she knows what she enjoys so she tries to give that to Megumi, holding her open, thrusting her tongue in, repeating all the things Satoru had done to her on her best friend.
It's perfect. It's just how she dreamed. If she was filled with the two men again she'd be in heaven - and probably passing out. ]
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But fuck, focusing is so hard with Yuji’s sweet mouth licking into her, driving those extra thoughts right out of her head as she grinds into Yuji’s touch, her tongue, the heat of her mouth…
Megumi has to stop and lift her head as her orgasm swells in her belly, dragging in sharp gasps of whimpered air. ]
Y-Yuji— Yuji, don’t stop, I’m close—
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Her tongue had been doing most of the work, had been pressing into Megumi and dragging her down onto her mouth, but she moves her hand so that she can press her fingers into her clit, gently and almost soothingly. There's a tenderness to it, despite how desperate Yuji is, how much she wants to make her best friend come, she's not going to bully it out of her.
It would almost be romantic, in another context.
Instead, she hums against her friend's cunt, giving her all she can, fingers and tongue and mouth, rocking her own hips up and making a pleased, needy little noise. ]
Come on my face, Megumi. I want to feel you too.
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Whimpering, her hair falling into her face as she struggles to drag in another breath, Megumi's arms go tight around Yuji's thighs as pleasure swamps her nerves. Clutching, clinging, Megumi's hips buck into Yuji's mouth, a wail finally ripped free of her lips as she tilts her head back and comes.
The waves and shocks feel like they last ages, until Megumi slumps against Yuji's face again, her weight barely propped on her knees as the spots in her vision finally clear from how tightly she squeezed her eyes shut.
From his place lounging with Satoru, Suguru reaches out to pat what he can reach of his wife – which happens to be her foot. ]
That's my girl. Always so good with your mouth, Yuji.
[ And it's one of his many favorite things about his lovely wife. ( Though it's hard to overstate his enjoyment of their mutual oral fixation.) ]
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If their husbands don't mind, but judging from the glimpses of them she can get and the praise from her spouse, Yuji doesn't think that'll be too much of a problem.
Fingers brush over Megumi's thighs as Yuji leans back, and she closes her eyes with a soft hum, a little smile on her face. Her own orgasm feels unimportant now, in the wake of Megumi's joy and excitement. ]
Thank you, Suguru.
[ Her fingers rub over Megumi with a soft, careful fondness. ]
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Clearly, they'll just have to do this again so that Suguru can truly help himself.
Chuckling, Suguru rubs small circles on Yuji's ankle. ]
Looking a little boneless there, Megumi. Need a moment?
[ Megumi doesn't bother lifting her head or looking over at Suguru; she just casually flips him the bird before flopping back against Yuji.
Suguru sighs with overblown drama. ]
Such a rude wife you have, Satoru. But I suppose we can't rely on you to teach her any manners.
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Sitting up a little, shifting Megumi and kissing the back of her thigh, she nuzzles into her warm skin. ]
It's okay, Megumi. Take it easy.
[ Satoru moves away from his friend, leaning down to press his mouth to his wife's gently, tongue searching for the shared taste of the three of them together. He moans against her lips, nuzzling into her as he kisses her forehead. ]
She's used to me taking care of her. And I think she liked it even more, knowing it was her Yuji-chan.
[ Reaching up, he ruffles her hair. ]
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Yuji just did a good job, that's all.
[ Megumi sounds huffy declaring it, but she's also sincere; Yuji's mouth felt amazing. Finally shaking free of her jelly-limbs, Megumi climbs carefully off of Yuji, insinuating herself in Satoru's arms and winding herself around his chest like a persistent koala.
Suguru takes the opportunity to settle in beside Yuji, drawing in his wife close and peppering her face with kisses. ]
How's my girl?
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