In a lust-filled room, Marc and Liang share Mei in a game of dominance and submission. How far will they go to satisfy their darkest desires?
The air in the room was still thick with the scent of sex, that sweet and salty perfume mingling with the sweat of their entwined bodies. Marc had remained still in the doorway, watching as Liang, with slow but deep movements, continued to sink into Mei's body, as she moaned with each thrust, her nails digging into the sheets. But now, instead of backing away or interfering, a wicked smile played on his lips. He approached the edge of the bed, where his stepbrother, sweaty and tense, continued to fuck his wife with a mixture of desperation and devotion.
"Hey, Liang," Marc said in a calm voice, as if he were asking for salt at the table, "why don't you masturbate inside her? I want to feel your cock moving while I thrust into her ass."
Mei gasped, her hips bucking instinctively at those words. Liang, surprised, stopped his thrusts for a second, staring at Marc with a mixture of disbelief and arousal. But he needed no further incentive. With a grunt, he slowly withdrew, leaving his member, glistening with Mei's fluids, exposed. Without letting go, he settled between her legs, gripping his cock tightly as he rubbed it against his wife's swollen lips, smearing himself with her wetness.
"Like that, isn't it?" Liang murmured, his eyes glued to the spot where his glans rubbed against Mei's clit, making her squirm. "Fuck, that's so hot…"
Marc wasted no time. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself behind Mei, his hands sliding down her hips before spitting between her buttocks. In one swift motion, he moved aside the black thong that still hung at the side, exposing the tight little hole he loved to violate. Mei moaned as she felt Marc's finger tracing circles around it, preparing her, before he, without warning, pushed his thick head against her rear entrance.
"Oh! God, Marc!" she cried, her muscles tensing around the intrusion. "He's so big!"
"Relax, my love," he whispered, pushing firmly until the first ring of muscle gave way, swallowing the tip. "I'm just using your ass to masturbate. Like the good fucker that I am."
Liang, mesmerized by the scene, quickened the pace of his hand on his own cock, rubbing it against Mei's pussy as Marc sank inch by inch into her anus. The sensation was obscene: Mei's wet heat squeezing his member from behind, while up front, Liang's glans rubbed against her entrance, coating himself in her juices. Mei moaned uncontrollably, trapped between the two men, her body wracked with pleasurable pain.
"Look at her," Liang gasped, his voice cracking with desire. "See how she opens up for you, Marc. See how she lets me use her."
Marc grunted, gripping Mei's hips tighter as he began to move, using her body like a toy. Each time he thrust forward, his pelvis collided with his wife's buttocks, causing Liang's member to slide deeper inside her pussy, if only for seconds. Mei whimpered, her moans muffled as Liang, unable to resist, leaned forward and captured her lips in a hungry kiss.
"I love you," Liang confessed between gasps, his words mingling with the saliva they exchanged. "I love you, Mei. I can't… I can't stop thinking about you."
She responded with a long moan, her eyes glowing with a mixture of lust and something deeper as she looked up at him. Her hands moved up to tangle in Liang's hair, pulling him closer, as if those words had turned her on even more. Marc, far from being bothered, smiled. It turned him on to see her like this, so needy, so his even when another man declared his obsession.
"Then use me," Mei whispered, breaking the kiss to look at Liang with an intensity that made the air thicken. "Empty all that love in my ass. Give it all to me."
Liang didn't need to be told twice. With an animal-like growl, he withdrew from between her legs and positioned himself behind Marc, who, understanding the intention, moved slightly to the side, leaving room. Mei, however, wasn't expecting that. In one swift movement, she got on all fours, presenting her high, round bottom, her thong still hanging off one side, her anus pink and slightly open from the previous penetrations.
"Like this," she gasped, looking over her shoulder at Liang. "Like this, my love."
Liang couldn't hold back. He lunged at her, his cock finding its target without difficulty. Mei cried out as the broad head sank into her anus, stretching her in a way only Marc had ever managed before. But this time was different. This time, it was the man who swore to love her who was claiming her in the most primal way possible.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Liang yelled, his hips moving in circles as he sank deep. "Mei, baby, you're going to kill me!"
Marc watched, his own cock throbbing with excitement as he saw his wife's body jerk with each of Liang's thrusts. But he didn't intervene. Instead, he moved closer to her face, grasping her chin to turn it toward him.
"You remember we had to buy more rice, right?" he asked, his voice casual, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. "And that honeymoon in Bali... we'll have to book flights soon."
Mei stared at him, her eyes glazed over, her mouth ajar, unable to form coherent words as Liang fucked her like a madman. But she nodded, a small movement that made Marc smile.
"Good girl," he murmured, before capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss, savoring her moans.
Liang didn't last long. With one last brutal thrust, he buried himself balls deep in Mei's ass, his body tense as he emptied everything he had inside her. It wasn't much—his first ejaculation inside her pussy had left him nearly dry—but even those few warm drops made Mei shudder, her inner walls clenching around him as if they didn't want to let go.
"God…" Liang whispered, collapsing onto her back, his breath hot against her skin. "Mei…"
She didn't respond. Instead, she slumped forward, her body shaking, as Marc withdrew from the bed with a satisfied smile.
"Well," he said, stretching as if he'd just woken up from a nap, "I think I'll make myself something to eat. Do you want anything?"
When Marc opened his eyes, the evening light was filtering through the curtains, painting the room with golden hues. He sat up slowly, feeling the weight of the post-coital nap in his limbs, and rubbed his eyes. The smell of fried food reached him, mixed with something sweet, as if Mei were preparing one of his favorite dishes. He stood up, adjusted the pajama pants he was still wearing, and walked toward the kitchen.
There, Mei stood with her back to him, dressed only in a long T-shirt that barely covered her rear. Her bare legs glistened in the light, and Marc could see the hem of the fabric rise every time she moved, exposing the lower curve of her buttocks. She was stirring something in the pan, but when she heard him approaching, she turned around with a mischievous smile.
"Don't bother sitting down," he said, his voice a purr. "I have something better for you."
Before Marc could react, Mei knelt in front of him, her hands going straight to his belt. With expert movements, she freed his cock, which was already beginning to harden as he felt his wife's hot breath against the tip. But instead of taking it to her mouth immediately, Mei looked up at him with shining eyes.
"I want you to carry me," he whispered. "Like last time. I want to feel you inside me while I eat you."
Marc needed no further encouragement. With a grunt, he lifted her off the floor, his hands under her thighs, opening her like a book. Mei clung to his shoulders, her legs tangling around his waist as he backed her against the kitchen counter. The cool marble against her back made her gasp, but she didn't protest. Instead, she leaned her head down, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock, which was now fully erect and throbbing.
"Fuck, Mei," Marc cursed, feeling her lips close around his glans, sucking hard before letting it out with a wet pop. "You're a perfect whore."
She laughed, the sound vibrating against his skin, before diving in again, this time swallowing more than half his length in one motion. Marc grunted, his hips moving instinctively, pushing his cock deeper into her throat. But then, something stopped him. The angle… the position.
In a swift motion, he flipped Mei over, leaning her torso against the counter while keeping her legs spread and raised. Now, her ass was exposed, round and tempting, the little hole he loved to violate flickering slightly, as if it knew what was coming.
"Mmm, that's better," Marc murmured, spitting between his buttocks before leaning down.
Mei moaned around his cock as she felt Marc's tongue lick her anus, slow, wet circles that made her squirm. But she didn't stop. She continued sucking him hungrily, her lips tight around his member, her saliva dripping down the sides as he devoured her from behind.
"You're so good at sucking cock," Marc panted, pulling back for a second to speak. "But I bet you taste better."
Without waiting for a response, he plunged his tongue back into her hole, this time with more pressure, causing Mei to choke on her own saliva. She coughed, but didn't stop. Instead, she redoubled her efforts, her hands gripping the base of his cock as she worked him with quick, hungry strokes.
The sound of their mouths, Mei's wet sucking around his member, and the obscene noises Marc made as he licked her asshole filled the kitchen. It was a symphony of lust, a dirty dance that had no intention of ending anytime soon.
Marc felt his balls begin to tense, pleasure building at the base of his spine. But he didn't want to cum like this. Not yet.
With a grunt, he withdrew his tongue and, in one fluid motion, aligned his cock with Mei's anus. She moaned around his member, her eyes watery but full of arousal as she felt the familiar pressure.
"You're going to swallow everything I give you," Marc warned, pushing forward hard.
Mei screamed, the sound muffled by the cock still in her mouth, as Marc sank into her ass, stretching her mercilessly. But she didn't complain. Instead, she sniffed harder, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him desperately, as if she knew this was exactly what they both wanted.
And then the kitchen door opened.