I woke up sometime past 3 a.m. to the softest, sweetest sensation.
Isabella had shifted in her sleep, guiding me back inside her with slow, sleepy rolls of her hips.
She wasn't riding hard—just tiny, gentle movements, barely rocking, keeping me buried as deep as possible.
Her eyes fluttered open, glowing in the dark, two perfect heart-shaped pupils staring down at me with absolute obsession.
No words.
She just watched me, lips parted, breathlessly, moving so slowly it felt like time had stopped.
I matched her rhythm—lazy, loving thrusts that never pulled out more than an inch, just enough to feel every flutter of her walls.
We stayed like that for hours.
No rush.
No noise except soft gasps and the wet sound of us joined together.
Her hands cradled my face.
My palms rested on her hips, holding her like she was the most precious thing in the universe.
"I can feel you in my stomach," she whispered, voice trembling with love. "Stay there forever."
I pushed a little deeper, just to watch those heart-eyes flutter.
Minutes blurred into eternity.
When we finally came, it was silent and perfect—her clenching around me in slow waves, me filling her again, both of us shaking but never breaking eye contact.
She cupped my cheek afterward.
"Go back to sleep, my love," she murmured, voice thick with possession.
I buried my face between her breasts, breathing her in, still inside, still home.
She wrapped arms and legs around me like she'd never let go.
In the dark, half-asleep, she started whispering against my hair, yandere mode fully activated:
"I missed you so much…
I love you… love you…
You're mine… only mine…
Never leaving again…"
Her grip tightened, heart-shaped pupils glowing even with her eyes closed.
A few minutes later her breathing evened out, but the possessive hug never loosened.
I smiled into her skin and let sleep take me.
Some things are worth waking up for.
This was one of them.
Sunday morning, barely past dawn.
I woke up still buried inside Isabella, rock-hard from morning wood and the feeling of her clenching around me in her sleep.
Then I felt the shaking.
She was crying.
Big, silent tears rolling down her cheeks, eyes wide open, heart-shaped pupils flickering with panic.
A nightmare.
"Why did you leave me, husband…?" she whispered, voice cracking. "You chose someone else… you left Mom and me…"
I cupped her face instantly, thumbs wiping tears.
"Never. I'm not going anywhere. You're my wife. Always."
She searched my eyes, still trembling.
"Prove it."
Dangerous words.
I didn't answer with words.
I rolled us so she was under me, still joined, and kissed her deep: slow, possessive, swallowing every sob.
Then I started moving.
No warm-up.
No mercy.
Missionary, her legs locked around my waist, ankles crossed, pulling me deeper with every thrust.
Wet slaps echoed off the walls like gunshots.
I gripped her head with both hands, fingers tangled in her hair, forcing her to look at me while I claimed her.
"You. Are. Mine," I growled between thrusts, balls slapping her ass, driving as deep as anatomy allowed.
She cried harder, but happy tears now, moaning into my mouth, tongue fighting mine.
"Yes—yes—only yours—forever—"
From the doorway, soft clicking sounds.
Valentina stood there in a silk robe, phone up, recording the whole thing with one hand while the other worked furiously between her thighs.
Hours blurred.
We came together in a screaming, shaking mess, me flooding her so full it leaked out around us even while I stayed buried.
I collapsed on top of her, both of us gasping.
Isabella clung to me like a lifeline, whispering over and over:
"I knew it… you'll always choose me… always…"
Valentina ended the video, crawled onto the bed, and flopped beside us, still catching her breath from her own orgasm.
She poked Isabella's cheek playfully.
"So… when do I get my turn on that cock again?"
Isabella, still impaled and glowing with possessive afterglow, thought about it.
"Fine. You can have him at night. Daytime is mine."
Valentina pouted, then grinned.
"Deal."
She snuggled up on Isabella's other side.
I stayed exactly where I was, inside my "wife," surrounded by both of them.
Three heartbeats slowed together.
Sunday nap: activated
I woke up still buried inside Isabella, her walls fluttering around my morning wood like they never wanted to let go.
She stirred, felt me swell even harder, and gave a sleepy whine when I reluctantly pulled out.
A thick river of us spilled onto the sheets.
She pouted, legs still spread, pussy glistening.
Valentina, curled on the other side, opened one eye and immediately spread her own thighs.
"Morning, baby. Mommy's turn?"
I laughed, kissed both their foreheads, and rolled out of bed.
"Need a break, ladies. You two almost killed me."
Isabella fake-cried. Valentina just licked her lips and nodded, understanding.
I slipped into my room, closed the door, and flopped on the chair.
Phone buzzed: 27 missed calls from "Ms. Evelyn ❤️".
I hit call-back.
A sultry, worried voice answered instantly.
"Hubby! Why weren't you picking up? I was worried sick!"
"Homework," I lied smoothly. "You know how it is."
"Oh… I see," she purred, voice dropping. "My pussy's been wet all weekend just thinking about you… When are we going on that date, love?"
I grinned.
"Tomorrow night. Private hotel. Wear black stockings, black soaked panties, black dress. Nothing else."
Tiny moan on the other end.
"Y-yes, hubby… I'm already fingering myself just imagining it…"
"Save it for me," I ordered. "See you tomorrow."
I hung up to the sound of her whimpering my name.
Tossed the phone, spun to my computer.
Time to check the indie game I'd been coding in secret for six months: a simple but addictive puzzle game.
Clicked "publish" on both App Store and Play Store.
Beta live.
I leaned back, started a movie, half-watching download numbers climb.
10… 100… 1k… 5k…
Not world-changing money, but clean portfolio proof for future job interviews, plus a nice side income.
Good enough.
By evening the game had 27k downloads and climbing.
I booked the penthouse suite at the city's most discreet luxury hotel, ordered two boxes of condoms, rose petals, and chilled champagne.
Everything ready for tomorrow's "teacher conference."
I crawled into bed alone for once, grinning at the ceiling.
Stepsister and stepmom in one bed.
Hot teacher begging for tomorrow.
Indie game going viral in the background.
Life was good.
Tomorrow was going to be legendary.
I woke up with the usual steel-hard morning situation.
Quick shower, threw on jeans and a hoodie, headed downstairs.
Living room scene: pure chaos.
Isabella sprawled naked on the couch, legs wide, watching some drama.
Valentina in the kitchen, equally naked, flipping pancakes like it was the most normal thing in the world.
I didn't say a word.
Just walked up to the couch, unzipped, and slid straight into Isabella's waiting heat.
Soft.
Warm.
Perfect.
She gasped, back arching, heart-shaped pupils instantly glowing.
I gripped her waist, held still for a long second, just staring into her eyes.
Then I started moving: medium rhythm, deep and steady, balls slapping softly against her with every thrust.
No kissing.
I wanted to watch every expression.
And she gave them to me: mouth open, tongue out, eyes rolling, little hearts spinning like slot machines.
Valentina glanced over, grinned, hit record on her phone with one hand and grabbed her favorite toy with the other.
Within seconds the whole downstairs echoed with wet sounds and filthy moans.
"Yes—yes—fuckmehusband—fillmeplease—!"
Valentina riding her toy like a woman possessed:
"Watch Mommy cum for you, baby—ahh—ahh—!"
Three minutes of pure symphony.
We hit the peak together.
I flooded Isabella so hard her tummy bulged a little.
She squirted straight into full ahegao: tongue lolling, eyes crossed, drool dripping, whole body shaking.
Valentina squirted across the kitchen tiles, phone still recording every second.
Isabella passed out cold, twitching and smiling, my cum already leaking out around me.
I pulled out gently, tucked myself back in, kissed Valentina's cheek.
"Heading out. Love you both."
Valentina, still panting, waved the phone.
"Have fun on your date, baby. I'll save the video for tonight's family movie night."
I grabbed my keys and walked out the door.
Just another Monday morning in paradise.