The morning sunlight crept gently into the house, casting golden streaks across the polished wooden floors. Birds chirped lazily outside, and the faint hum of the AC filled the quiet space. Akiko stood by the stove in her light blue robe, hair loosely tied up, stirring miso soup with practiced ease. The robe was thin, tied lazily at her waist, exposing her pale collarbone and deep cleavage. She hadn't bothered with a bra—she rarely did when her husband was away.
She yawned softly, still a little flushed from last night's naughty session with her own fingers. She didn't want to admit it, but thoughts of the boys had crept back into her dreams. The way Tatsuya leaned close, the way Ren's eyes never left her chest…
No. I'm just lonely. That's all.
Footsteps padded down the hallway behind her.
"Good morning," she called gently, not turning around.
No answer.
She set the ladle down, walked toward the hallway to see who it was—and paused in front of the bathroom door, cracked open slightly.
Steam billowed from within.
"Ren?" she called, knocking lightly. "I thought you were still in bed."
Still no answer.
Curious, she gently pushed the door open—and froze.
There, standing completely nude in front of the bathroom mirror, was Ren. Steam clung to his pale, slim body, water dripping down his chest. But what truly caught her attention—what made her breath catch—was the rock-hard cock jutting proudly between his thighs. It was… huge. Far too big for a shy-looking boy like him. Thick, long, veiny, twitching slightly as he lazily stroked the shaft.
And he was moaning her name.
"Mm… Akiko-san…"
Her hand flew to her mouth—but she didn't look away.
Her thighs pressed together instinctively, her body betraying her. The robe clung to her body, nipples clearly poking through.
Ren finally noticed her.
Their eyes locked.
He didn't flinch. He didn't cover himself.
He just smirked.
"I was just thinking about you, Akiko-san…" he whispered, his hand still slowly moving along his shaft. "You looked so good last night. That robe… those tits bouncing when you walk…"
"I-I… I didn't mean to—!" she turned quickly, heart pounding, shame flooding her—but also… excitement.
She slammed the door shut behind her and rushed to the kitchen, cheeks burning.
---
Minutes passed. Then a soft voice behind her:
"Did you like what you saw, Akiko-san?"
She turned. Ren was dressed now—just barely—in a tight tank top and boxers that did nothing to hide the bulge still straining beneath.
"I… that was inappropriate," she said, avoiding his eyes. "You shouldn't—"
"I wasn't the one spying," he cut in softly.
Her jaw dropped.
"I didn't—"
"You stood there for ten seconds. I counted. You were licking your lips."
Her legs trembled.
He stepped closer. "I bet you're soaking wet right now, aren't you?"
She slapped him.
It wasn't hard. It wasn't even meant to hurt. More like a gesture she thought she should do.
Ren just smirked.
"I'll take that as a yes."
---
That afternoon, she tried to stay distant.
She cleaned, cooked, folded laundry. But her thoughts kept drifting back to the massive cock she saw. And worse—how much she wanted it. Her panties were soaked by noon.
---
Evening came. Tatsuya returned from his run, shirtless and sweaty.
"Yo, Akiko-san, I'm starving," he grinned, wiping sweat from his abs with a towel. "Made anything?"
She nodded quickly, trying not to look at his toned chest or dripping muscles.
He walked up behind her at the stove, leaning close.
"Smells good," he murmured—his breath brushing her neck. "You always smell good too."
She stiffened. His body heat pressed into her back.
"Your skin's really soft," he whispered.
His hand brushed her waist.
She jumped and pulled away. "That's enough!"
Tatsuya raised his hands. "Sorry, sorry. Just being friendly."
But he winked.
---
After dinner, she cleaned up while they played video games in the living room.
Every time she passed by, both boys let their eyes roam freely—no shame, no hiding it.
She bent down to pick up a dropped spoon—and Tatsuya let out a low whistle.
Ren whispered, "She wants it. I know she does."
---
That night, she locked her door.
But it didn't stop her.
Under the sheets, her fingers were already busy.
"R-Ren… Tatsuya… nnhh… I'm such a bad wife…"
Her moans were soft. Desperate. Addicted.
She came three times before falling asleep—panting, cheeks wet with guilt and sweat.
---
Meanwhile, across the hall…
"She's cracking," Tatsuya said, stroking his cock lazily. "She's dreaming about us right now."
Ren grinned. "I want to make her cum with my tongue. Just once."
"Not yet," Tatsuya said, precum leaking from his tip. "Let her think she's still in control."
"But soon…"
"Real soon."