[ 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. ]
[ Satoru draws Megumi close, dragging her against his chest, tucking her close and muttering to her. Even with her protests, his fingers are still stroking through her hair, pressing fanciful, adoring kisses along her jawline, smiling into her face. ]
Megumi... You're so cute...
[ Yuji, meanwhile, moves as if magnetised, turning towards her own husband with her arms outstretched, leaning into him immediately. It feels good, to curl around him, leaning up and pressing her face into the warmth of his body. ]
[ The praise makes Yuji shift, wiggling a little, clearly overwhelmed with the happiness of getting her husband to say that she was good, that he was proud of her. This was something new, and as scary as it was exciting, so the fact that it has worked out like this is a good thing.
He nuzzles into her, and she tilts her head up, sighing softly. ]
I was. I wanted to be so good for you, for all of you.
[ Let them all use her as a plaything. She doesn't mind at all. ]
Did you have fun with Gojo-kun? [ That's said a little quieter. ]
[ Suguru's gaze drifts briefly to where Megumi and Satoru are curled together, but as with most things involving Satoru over the years, he deftly ignores how insistently his brain wants to replay the moment of kissing his best friend.
That was nice. And now the moment is over. And it's in everyone's best interests if that's all it ever will be.
He focuses instead on smiling at his wife, brushing her hair out of her face and continuing those smatters of kisses where he can reach. ]
[ Yuji pauses for a moment, her eyes searching his face briefly, as if she's looking for something. It takes her a moment to relax again, to shift and snuggle into her husband, to reach for the hand with a ring and kiss the palm gently.
It feels nice, to be here like this, coming down from the high of her own orgasm. She doesn't even think she needs to come again - she's happy enough, just like this. ]
[ Considering Megumi was so pivotal in agreeing to today as the party least gung-ho about this kind of sexual permissiveness. And considering the years of friendship before this point, Suguru can imagine both women might feel a sort of tension or curiosity, but he knows how frightening it can be to cross those boundaries.
He hopes it was a positive experience for Yuji. ]
Are you thirsty? I can get you some water, if you'd like. [ He bought a few plastic bottles of water ahead of time, all waiting in the fridge for the aftermath – though maybe he should have planned ahead and already had them in the room. Oh well. Live and learn. ]
[ She ought to; she knows it's a good idea to hydrate after crying and coming as much as she had, but right now she's too comfortable, wrapped up with Suguru and well taken care of. She breathes out a little, face smooshed into his chest. ]
I just want to stay here for a minute.
[ There's nowhere else she wants to be. Just here, wrapped up with Suguru, loving him so tenderly. ]
[ All that effusive warmth practically pours from Suguru's smile as he holds Yuji against his chest, his arms wrapping solidly around her to keep her close and safe. ]
Take all the time you want, sweetheart.
[ Suguru is in no hurry to pry her off, and he just nuzzles into her hair, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs as he lets his gaze drift again to Satoru, wrapped around his own wife on the oversized bed. It feels... different in an unidentifiable way, but he's inclined to fall back on old habits of ignoring what it all means. It's better if things just stay the same, right? ]
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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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Megumi... You're so cute...
[ Yuji, meanwhile, moves as if magnetised, turning towards her own husband with her arms outstretched, leaning into him immediately. It feels good, to curl around him, leaning up and pressing her face into the warmth of his body. ]
I feel good, Suguru. I'm good.
[ She curls her entire body around him. ]
I love you.
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[ ... even if Megumi says it to Satoru with the same fondness and adoration she says "I love you."
Suguru has stopped paying much mind to the other two, focused instead on Yuji and holding her close. ]
I love you too, Yuji. [ An admission that comes as effortlessly as breathing for him. ]
You were so good for Satoru and for me, and you took perfect care of Megumi. [ He hums with approval as he nuzzles into her hair. ]
Such a good girl.
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He nuzzles into her, and she tilts her head up, sighing softly. ]
I was. I wanted to be so good for you, for all of you.
[ Let them all use her as a plaything. She doesn't mind at all. ]
Did you have fun with Gojo-kun? [ That's said a little quieter. ]
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[ Suguru's gaze drifts briefly to where Megumi and Satoru are curled together, but as with most things involving Satoru over the years, he deftly ignores how insistently his brain wants to replay the moment of kissing his best friend.
That was nice. And now the moment is over. And it's in everyone's best interests if that's all it ever will be.
He focuses instead on smiling at his wife, brushing her hair out of her face and continuing those smatters of kisses where he can reach. ]
Did you like playing with Megumi?
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[ Yuji pauses for a moment, her eyes searching his face briefly, as if she's looking for something. It takes her a moment to relax again, to shift and snuggle into her husband, to reach for the hand with a ring and kiss the palm gently.
It feels nice, to be here like this, coming down from the high of her own orgasm. She doesn't even think she needs to come again - she's happy enough, just like this. ]
I liked taking care of her. She deserved it.
[ For dealing with all her bullshit. ]
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[ Considering Megumi was so pivotal in agreeing to today as the party least gung-ho about this kind of sexual permissiveness. And considering the years of friendship before this point, Suguru can imagine both women might feel a sort of tension or curiosity, but he knows how frightening it can be to cross those boundaries.
He hopes it was a positive experience for Yuji. ]
Are you thirsty? I can get you some water, if you'd like. [ He bought a few plastic bottles of water ahead of time, all waiting in the fridge for the aftermath – though maybe he should have planned ahead and already had them in the room. Oh well. Live and learn. ]
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[ She ought to; she knows it's a good idea to hydrate after crying and coming as much as she had, but right now she's too comfortable, wrapped up with Suguru and well taken care of. She breathes out a little, face smooshed into his chest. ]
I just want to stay here for a minute.
[ There's nowhere else she wants to be. Just here, wrapped up with Suguru, loving him so tenderly. ]
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Take all the time you want, sweetheart.
[ Suguru is in no hurry to pry her off, and he just nuzzles into her hair, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs as he lets his gaze drift again to Satoru, wrapped around his own wife on the oversized bed. It feels... different in an unidentifiable way, but he's inclined to fall back on old habits of ignoring what it all means. It's better if things just stay the same, right? ]
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Love you.
[ She kisses him, soft and slow, sliding their mouths together, sucking at his lower lip and scraping her teeth over him. ]
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Love you, too.
Always.