The sound of keys jingling at the front door was not part of the plan.
Akiko stood frozen in the hallway, her hair damp, skin flushed, and her inner thighs still slick with cum. Her heart thudded in her chest as the door creaked open.
"I'm home early," her husband's voice called cheerfully.
She forced a smile, quickly pulling down her oversized T-shirt, the only thing she had on. Underneath? No panties. Her pussy still ached from being used at the park just an hour ago.
Ren and Tatsuya—thankfully—had vanished upstairs the moment they got home. They knew how to play it safe… even when she didn't want them to.
"Welcome back, dear," she said, stepping forward to greet him with a polite kiss on the cheek. Her body shivered as his hand brushed her lower back—right above where Ren's cum still stuck to her skin.
He didn't notice.
Of course he didn't.
He never did.
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Dinner was awkward. Or at least for her.
She sat across from him at the table, trying to act normal as he talked about some meeting or project—something dull and distant.
Her nipples were stiff under the shirt. Her pussy still leaked, her thighs pressed tightly together. She had to squeeze them just to keep his sons' cum from dripping onto the chair.
And then it got worse.
Ren appeared silently at the kitchen archway. Shirtless. Mischievous eyes locking with hers.
Her husband didn't notice.
Ren smirked.
Then mouthed: Slut.
Her pussy clenched instantly.
She looked away, flustered—trying not to squirm. But her body betrayed her, and her husband raised an eyebrow.
"You okay, honey?"
"J-Just a little warm," she replied quickly. "I think I'll grab a cold drink…"
She stood—barefoot, legs slightly trembling—and walked to the fridge.
Ren followed silently.
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The moment she opened the fridge door, she felt him behind her.
His hand slid under her shirt, cupping her bare ass.
"Still wet?" he whispered, breath hot on her neck.
"Y-You're insane—he's in the next room!"
"That's what makes it fun."
His fingers found her slit—soaking again.
Akiko bit her lip, suppressing a moan.
Ren dropped to his knees, lifting her shirt from behind, exposing her glistening pussy.
"No. Don't. Ren—!!"
His tongue slid up her folds.
She gripped the fridge door tighter.
Her husband's voice called from the dining room, "Everything okay?"
"Yes!" she gasped. "Just… got ice on my foot—hahh…"
Ren's tongue dove deeper, swirling, flicking, lapping up his own earlier cum, his fingers teasing her entrance. The cold air from the fridge met her burning skin.
She came fast—silently, trembling against the door, one hand stuffed in her mouth to keep from screaming.
Ren stood and whispered, "You're getting addicted."
She couldn't deny it.
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That night, her husband slept soundly beside her.
But she was wide awake—naked, soaked, and aching.
At 2 a.m., she slid out of bed, tiptoed into the hallway, and knocked twice on the guest room door.
It opened instantly.
Both boys were already waiting.