Liora challenges Kaisen as she displays herself before him and Jiro, taking their relationship to a new level of submission and desire. How far is Kaisen willing to go?
The air in the room was still thick with the scent of sex, a mix of sweat, semen, and Liora's sweet perfume, which now clung to the rumpled sheets. Kaisen, still sitting in the wooden chair next to the bed, watched with his fingers curled around the backrest as his wife adjusted her black thong, so small it barely covered the cleft between her buttocks, still reddened from Jiro's spanking. The thin material sank between her swollen lips, leaving little to the imagination. Liora moved with deliberate slowness, knowing that every roll of her hips, every stretch of her back, was a spectacle for the two men devouring her with their eyes.
"Do you like what you see, my love?" she asked, turning just enough so that Kaisen could appreciate how the thong clung to her pussy, still glistening with the fluids from the last time Jiro had used her. Her breasts, heavy and firm, swayed slightly with the movement, the nipples hard as rocks beneath the thin fabric of her tight T-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the outline of her dark areolas was clearly visible.
Kaisen swallowed, feeling his own member throb against his pants. He'd witnessed Jiro bend her over the kitchen table that morning, lift her skirt, and finger her ass before impaling her on his thick cock, without a condom, as always. But this was different. There was no rush now, no excuse for a stolen encounter. It was an invitation.
Jiro, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, couldn't take his eyes off Liora's body. He was wearing only loose cotton pants, and the bulge between his legs betrayed how aroused he was. His chest, broad and covered in dark hair, rose with each slow breath. He had been the one who had suggested Liora wear those clothes, who had whispered in her ear that he wanted to see her accessible at all times. And she, with a mischievous smile, had obeyed.
"Aren't you going to answer your wife, Kaisen?" Jiro took a step forward, the sound of his bare feet on the wooden floor echoing in the silence. His voice was deep, almost a growl, and there was something in his tone that made Liora shudder. "Or would you rather continue watching like a good cuckold while she and I have fun?"
The word cracked through the air like a whiplash. Kaisen felt heat rise up his neck, but he didn't look away. There was something about the way Jiro challenged him, about the way Liora bit her lower lip at that, that kept him rooted to the spot. It was humiliating, yes, but also arousing he couldn't deny.
"Tell him," Liora murmured, moving closer to him with a tilted hip, her fingers brushing Kaisen's shoulder. "Tell him you like watching me fuck his neighbor. Tell him it makes you hard knowing his cock fills me better than yours ever did."
Kaisen closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. When he opened them, his gaze met Jiro's, who was looking at him with a triumphant smile.
"Yes," he admitted, his voice husky. "I like it."
Jiro nodded, satisfied, and then extended a hand towards Liora.
—Come here, bitch.
She didn't hesitate. She crossed the room in three agile steps and let herself be caught by the waist, her body pressing against Jiro's as he pulled her towards him. Their lips met in a wet kiss, their tongues tangling with a hunger that seemed endless. Kaisen watched them, feeling his own breathing quicken. It was impossible not to notice the difference between them: Jiro was taller, broader, his body marked by years of physical labor, while Liora, though strong, looked small and fragile in his arms. But there was nothing submissive about the way she kissed him. Her hands linked behind Jiro's neck, her nails scratching the back of his neck as she moaned against his mouth.
Jiro lifted her easily, as if she weighed nothing, and sat her on the edge of Kaisen's bed. The mattress creaked under her weight, and Liora leaned back on her elbows, her legs spread in clear invitation. Her black thong was soaked now, the material sticking to her swollen lips.
"Take it off," Jiro ordered, and she obeyed instantly, sliding the fabric aside to expose her pussy, pink and glistening, its lips parted with wetness.
Kaisen held his breath. He'd seen his wife naked countless times, but never like this. Never so available. Never so clearly destined for another man.
Jiro wasted no time. He knelt in front of her, his large hands gripping her thighs as he brought his mouth to her crotch. Liora gasped as his tongue licked from her entrance to her clit, slow and deliberate, as if he were savoring every inch of her. Her hips jerked forward, seeking more contact, and Jiro bucked against her flesh, his fingers digging into the flesh of her buttocks.
"Oh, shit!" she moaned, her hands gripping the sheets. "Like that, fuck, like that!"
Kaisen shifted in the chair, his cock painfully hard now. He could see it all: how Jiro's saliva glistened on Liora's lips, how her fingers curled to brush against her anus as his tongue worked tirelessly. He could hear it: the wet sounds of Jiro's mouth devouring her, his wife's muffled moans, the creaking of the bed beneath her desperate movements.
"I want you to suck me off," Jiro announced suddenly, standing up and freeing his cock from his pants. It was fully erect, thick and dark, the veins prominent beneath the skin, the tip already glistening with precum. He moved closer to Liora, who, without needing to be prompted, leaned forward and opened her mouth.
Kaisen watched, mesmerized, as his wife's full lips closed around Jiro's glans, her tongue curling around the base as she took him deeper. Jiro grunted, his hands tangling in Liora's hair, guiding her movements.
"More," he demanded, thrusting his hips forward. "Swallow it whole, bitch."
She obeyed him, relaxing her throat as Jiro's cock disappeared between her lips, inch by inch, until her nose brushed the curly hair at his base. Jiro held his head there for a long moment, his balls pressed against her chin, before pulling back with a wet sound.
"Good girl!" he panted, caressing her cheek before thrusting again. "Now open that little mouth wide and let me fuck her like she deserves."
Liora moaned around his member, her eyes watery but filled with lust. Jiro began to move hard, his hips slamming into hers every time he sank deep. Kaisen could see his wife's throat tightening around Jiro's cock, her hands gripping his thighs, her nails leaving red marks on his skin.
"Fuck yes!" Jiro roared, his movements becoming more erratic. "I'm going to cum in your fucking mouth, Liora. Do you want my cum, bitch?"
She nodded as best she could, her moans muffled by the cock filling her. Jiro grunted, his muscles tensing, and then Kaisen saw it: the exact moment Jiro came, his semen spurting in thick waves directly into Liora's throat. She swallowed hard, a few drops escaping the corners of her lips, trickling down her chin.
"Everything!" Jiro ordered, holding his cock in her mouth until the last spasm left him empty. "Don't waste a drop."
Liora licked her lips, wiping away any traces of semen before releasing his member with a lewd sound. Jiro looked at her approvingly, stroking her hair before pulling her back onto the bed.
"Now," he said, his voice raspy, "it's my turn to devour you."
Before she could react, Jiro flipped her over onto her stomach, lifting her hips to expose her ass and pussy, still dripping with arousal. Kaisen gasped as he watched Jiro spit into his own hand and then rub it between Liora's buttocks, preparing her.
"Don't worry, cuckold," Jiro said, looking over his shoulder at Kaisen as he aligned his cock with Liora's anus. "She'll hold. Right, whore?"
"Yes!" Liora screamed, pushing her ass back, eager. "Give it to me, fuck! I want to feel you inside!"
Jiro needed no further invitation. He thrust forward, his glans forcing her tight entrance. Liora cried out, her fingers digging into the sheets as he sank in, inch by inch, until his balls slapped against her pussy.
"God!" she gasped, her body trembling. "It's too big!"
"But you like it," Jiro began to move, his thrusts slow at first, but gaining strength. "You love how I stretch you, don't you? How I fill you until you can't think about anything else."
"Yes! Yes, fuck!" Liora pushed back, finding her rhythm, her moans filling the room. "Harder, please!"
Jiro obeyed, his hips slapping against her buttocks with a wet, obscene sound. The bed squeaked beneath them, and Kaisen could see Jiro's cock disappearing inside his wife's ass again and again, her lips parting around the thick member, and the cum from earlier beginning to drip down her thighs.
"I'm gonna cum!" Jiro announced, his movements becoming more erratic. "I'm gonna cum in your ass, bitch!"
"Do it!" Liora begged. "Fucking fill me up! I want to feel you inside me for days!"
With a roar, Jiro plunged himself to the bottom and stayed there, his body shaking as his cum spurted in hot waves inside her. Liora screamed, her orgasm hitting her at the same time, her pussy contracting around nothing as her anus was claimed by Jiro.
When they finally broke apart, Liora collapsed onto the bed, panting, her body covered in sweat and cum. Jiro absentmindedly wiped himself with the sheet before walking over to Kaisen, who was still in the chair, his cock still hard and aching.
"I think your wife needs a break," Jiro said with a lazy smile. "But don't worry. I'll be back tomorrow." He leaned in, bringing his lips close to Kaisen's ear. "And next time, cuckold, I want you to watch me fuck her in your chair. While you stand by and watch."
Kaisen felt a chill run down his spine, but he nodded. There was nothing he could say. Nothing he wanted to deny.
Jiro straightened and patted him on the shoulder before heading for the door. But before leaving, he stopped and looked at Liora, who was watching him with half-open eyes, still recovering.
"Tomorrow," he promised with a wink. "And this time, bitch, I want you to wear that red thong. The one that shows off your ass like it's mine."
Liora smiled, slowly and lasciviously, before bringing her fingers to her pussy and sliding them in, collecting Jiro's semen that was still dripping from her.
"Whatever you say," he whispered, bringing his fingers to his mouth to lick them. "Owner."