The sound of the doorbell shatters the kitchen's silence.
I was just finishing cutting the meat when the doorbell rang. I glanced over at Mei Ling, who was sitting on the sofa, curled up in my teddy bear t-shirt, her phone in hand.
She looked up at me, startled.
"Don't worry," I said, wiping my hands on my apron. "It must be Satsuki."
I walked to the door and opened it without hesitation. There she was.
Hoshino Satsuki wasn't in her formal teacher's attire, but rather a tight black dress that barely reached her thighs, paired with a charcoal-gray blazer. She looked like an executive who had just stepped out of an important meeting.
Her green eyes swept over my figure, stopping on my teddy bear shirt. A sarcastic smile played on her lips.
"A date? And you're secretly wearing the outfit from our first 'date,' Ren?"
She didn't wait for an answer, walking right in. She shed the blazer, revealing a silk blouse that slid dangerously over her ample breasts. The scent of her floral perfume filled the air, overpowering the aroma of the meat.
"Mei Ling, this is Hoshino Satsuki, my girlfriend. Satsuki, this is Mei Ling, a neighbor I found in the rain who's staying here due to an unforeseen issue."
Satsuki turned and walked toward Mei Ling with a calculated grace. She extended her hand to the woman huddled on the sofa.
"A pleasure, darling. Ren tells me so much about how... caring he is with his neighbors."
She glanced at me with a mischievous smile, and for some reason, I felt like she was bad-mouthing me.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
Mei Ling hesitated, her eyes wide with surprise and embarrassment. She extended her hand, her fingers brushing against Satsuki's.
"Th-the pleasure is all mine, Ms. Hoshino. Thank you again to Ren for helping me."
Satsuki smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. It was purely professional.
Satsuki turned back to me, placing her hands on my waist. She looked me in the eyes, her voice dropping to a whisper that was just loud enough for Mei Ling to hear.
"I forgive you for changing the plan, Ren. But only because you invited me out. You know I'm a controlling woman, but I love being the priority. Don't I, love?"
She then leaned in and kissed my cheek possessively. Her tongue grazed my skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
"Come on, I know you want to kiss me, but I don't want to scare your little friend. We have to be polite, don't we, darling?"
I looked at Mei Ling. A blush had spread across her face and neck. Her eyes were fixed on our interaction, lost and embarrassed. However, I could spot a physical reaction: her nipples were hard, pushing like little pebbles against the thin fabric of my t-shirt.
Shame and embarrassment were fighting against desire.
Fascinating.
I think this is called voyeurism. I remember Satsuki likes this too, which is why she lets me be with other women.
I stopped thinking and let out a sigh, gently pushing Satsuki away.
"You're early, Satsuki. Dinner isn't ready yet." I kept my voice neutral, ignoring her earlier provocation. "Come on, you two can help me in the kitchen."
I turned, and Satsuki followed me with a victorious smile. When we got close to the counter, I acted without thinking.
Or almost.
My hand slid down her waist and firmly squeezed her full ass. The fabric of the dress was smooth and warm under my palm.
Wonderful.
"Oh! My G-God, Ren!"
Satsuki let out a muffled moan, her eyes wide, but her face twisted into a mischievous grin. She turned to Mei Ling, who was watching us with her mouth half-open.
"Sorry, Mei Ling. He has no manners," Satsuki said, but there was an undisguised pleasure in her voice.
Mei Ling just shook her head, unable to articulate a word.
The three of us gathered at the kitchen counter, our bodies dangerously close. I focused on slicing the vegetables with precision while Satsuki took over the skillet with the meat and vegetables, and Mei Ling helped set the table and wash the dishes.
The kitchen quickly became hot, the steam from the vegetables and meat mixing with the post-rain humidity. The effort and the heat made both women sweat.
Satsuki, in her silk blouse and tight dress, was radiant. Her face was slightly red from the heat and effort, and a thin layer of sweat ran down her chin and forehead. The silk fabric clung subtly to her ample breasts, marking the lines of her bra more intensely.
Satsuki looks beautiful when she's sweaty.
I thought, watching her effort to keep her golden hair away from her face. Her concentration on the skillet made her seem more vulnerable, less the controlling teacher.
It was a tempting sight, contrasting with the usual Satsuki.
Mei Ling, in my teddy bear t-shirt, was even more exposed. The shirt, now damp and wrinkled, clung to her body. The kitchen's heat made her hard nipples protrude even more against the thin cotton.
Every time she leaned over to place a plate on the counter or turned to the sink, the shirt rode up, revealing almost the entire prominent curve of her bubbly ass. Sweat ran down the nape of her neck and got lost in the curve of her pale back.
I could see everything. I could smell Satsuki's floral perfume mixed with sweat. I could feel Mei Ling's heat coming from where she stood, along with the smell of my shampoo in her hair.
The two of them tried to make conversation, maintaining a facade of politeness. Trying to distract themselves from the stuffy kitchen.
"So, Ms. Hoshino... where did you and Ren meet?" Mei Ling asked, her voice still a little shaky.
Satsuki smiled, a smile I knew was fake, but one that hid a truth. "At school, dear. He's my most... intelligent student. Always so perceptive, isn't he, Ren?"
I didn't answer, just smiled back, focused on slicing the vegetables.
Smart, rich, and delicious.
You know it all too well...
Satsuki was trying to use the conversation to mark her territory, but Mei Ling's body, practically exposed under my shirt, was screaming for attention. Her fleeting glances at me and the way she subtly shifted to keep the shirt from riding up too high was like a seductive and provocative dance to my eyes.
Which is better?
Ample breasts pressed against silk vs. breasts covered by a t-shirt, but with visible nipples.
Wide hips covered by a tight dress vs. an opulent ass almost revealed by my t-shirt.
I feel like a judge in a sensuality competition.
It's fun to watch the two women, both beautiful, both emotionally needy, and both struggling to maintain their composure under my intense gaze.
I'm not going to touch Mei Ling.
I repeated mentally. But the sight of the moisture running down Satsuki's back, getting lost between her buttocks where I had squeezed her, was fighting against my promise.
And the desire to rip the teddy bear shirt off Mei Ling and taste her sweaty skin was becoming almost unbearable.
Satsuki shot me a look, her lower lip caught between her teeth. She knew the effect Mei Ling was having on me. And, to my surprise, Mei Ling also looked at me, her raspberry-colored eyes meeting mine for a second before she looked away, blushing again.
They were competing, even if Mei Ling didn't know it yet.
And my attention would be the prize.
What would I do? I had both women, both vulnerable, in my kitchen. And Satsuki had already forgiven me for the flirtation.
Should I just let loose with both of them?
The minutes flew by in that tension-filled kitchen.
Before long, dinner was ready.
The kitchen counter, once cluttered with ingredients, now displayed three meticulously arranged plates: sliced meat, sautéed vegetables, and a centuries-old wine.
"Thanks for the help, girls," I said, turning off the exhaust fan. The silence in the kitchen was deafening, but I didn't much care.
Satsuki and Mei Ling sat at the dining table, facing each other, and I sat at the head, between them.
The tension was like a third guest enveloping us.
Mei Ling, still wearing my t-shirt and struggling to keep it over her thighs, looked like a shrinking virgin. Satsuki, reclined in her chair, the neckline of her silk blouse exposing the valley of her breasts, looked like the predator.
How great would it be to have my cock between them?
I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts.
Maybe... Later...
We started to eat in silence. The flavor was excellent, but no one seemed to be tasting it.
The sound of forks touching plates, the soft clinking of silverware, were the only sounds allowed. I watched them both, exchanging quick glances between Mei Ling's innocent face and Satsuki's forced smile.
Then, it happened.
Satsuki, with a slow, deliberate movement, leaned to the side, and her silver soup spoon fell to the floor with a small metallic clatter.
"Oh, apologies," she murmured, her voice velvety, but perfectly audible. "How clumsy of me. Allow me."
Without hesitating, Satsuki slid out of her chair and disappeared under the table, using the distraction to get into position.
I watched her with interest. Mei Ling, leaning slightly to the opposite side, looked confused but remained still.
I felt a sudden warmth against my leg. Satsuki had settled comfortably in front of me.
Her breath was hot and damp against my pants, and I could feel my cock starting to stir inside. But I didn't move, keeping my face impassive, my gaze fixed on my plate and on Mei Ling's expression.
Mei Ling was watching me. Her red eyes were fixed on mine, but behind the confusion, I could see a spark of understanding. She knew something was happening under the table.
Suddenly, Satsuki's hand moved to the hem of my shirt and pulled it up slightly. Her fingers slid over my jeans, and I felt the familiar pressure of her touch on my thigh.
Satsuki unzipped my pants with a nearly inaudible sound, but one that echoed like thunder in my head. My erection, semi-hard from the repressed excitement, was freed, partially contained by the fabric of my underwear.
She rubbed her head against the fabric, inhaling deeply, then she bit the material and pulled it down with her teeth.
Finally freeing my member.
Mei Ling kept staring at me. I saw her swallow hard, her pale neck contracting with the effort. Her gaze dropped for a second to the area under the table and then shot back, locking on my eyes with an intensity that bordered on desperation.
I felt Satsuki's warm lips envelop the head of my cock. A delicate kiss, an investigative lick that traced the crown. She held me with a firm, gentle hand, while her tongue explored the ridged surface, teasing it.
The profane sounds of suction hadn't started yet, but her saliva already coated half of my shaft.
I couldn't stay calm any longer.
I need this, now.
My left hand dropped under the table. Without hesitation, I grabbed the back of Satsuki's head, sinking my cock into her delicious mouth.
Satsuki didn't resist. On the contrary, she responded with a ferocity I expected. Her teeth parted to receive me, and she went to work, enveloping me with her lips and throat with a rhythm and intensity that made my knees tremble.
Fuck! It was such a stimulating pressure at the base and tip of my cock. As if she was eager to make me cum.
The silence in the room was broken by the rhythmic, wet sound of suction.
Mei Ling didn't look away.
Her eyes were wide, and her face was flooded with a crimson blush that rose from her neck to her ears. She put her spoon down on her plate, and then her right hand descended, disappearing under the teddy bear t-shirt she was wearing.
I could see her effort to hold back her moans. Air escaped between her parted lips in small, hissing sighs. The tip of her tongue nervously grazed her upper lip.
The fabric of the shirt lifted slightly as she shifted in her chair, revealing the inside of her toned thighs.
This is so stimulating.
Looking at the curve of her thigh, I could see the pink skin of her vulva on display. She was soaked, glistening with her own sweat and excitement.
In a quick, desperate movement. Her two delicate fingers were spreading and massaging her lower lips, sliding in and out with impressive speed.
I guess the story about her husband not touching her was true. The way she touched herself, professional and desperate, belonged to an unsatisfied woman.
One who desperately longed for a cock.
Mei Ling looked at me, her eyes wet with lust and humiliation.
Her voice was a hoarse whisper, almost inaudible over the sounds coming from under the table:
"R... Ren..."
I just smiled, pressing Satsuki's head down harder, driving my member deeper into her throat.
This feast is very entertaining. Even more so with this involuntary spectator.
But... I think I want to raise the intensity of this game.