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The secretary led her down a hallway and opened a door for her, promptly closing it and locking it once she was inside. She froze as she took in the scene before her. The only furniture in the room was a large leather couch. The rest of the space were filled with strange men, sound mics, and cameras on tripods. Her eyes caught sight of a table littered with gags, cuffs, chains, and other restraints. She stepped backward, hopelessly jingling the locked doorknob.

"I-I think there's been a mistake..."

The director sighed, pulling out a stapled stack of papers and flipping to the last page before showing it to her.

"This your signature?" He pointed to her name, the one she had signed without a second thought.

"Yes."

"Then you're ours to do with as we please. You agreed to sell your rights away to us."

"No. No, no you can't! This can't be legal! I won't do it!" She cried, becoming more distraught as she felt her world come crashing down around her.

"Guess we're doing this the hard way. Boys, you know what to do."

The director sat back watching as the crew started tearing off her clothes. Despite her kicking and writhing, they easily outnumbered her, forcibly stripping her bare. She was put into leather cuffs that binded her wrists together. Just as they were about to shut up her screams with a ball gag she pleaded,

"Wait! I'm a virgin! Please don't do this to me!"

"A virgin, huh? You know what? I'll do you a favor and make sure to add a bonus to your paycheck for giving us your cherry to pop on camera."

Her protests were muffled by the gag, saliva already pooling around the ball. A monster of a man stepped out into the light, towering over her, his already erect cock the size of her forearm. He lifted her up, spreading her legs apart and positioned her tight virgin hole over his giant cock, her back to his chest to give the camera a perfect view of her reaction to being penetrated for the first time.

"Mmph.. Hnghhh!!"

He slowly speared her on his length, pushing her down despite the resistance her cunt gave. Nic's eyes rolled back as sharp pain and pleasure shot through her. Everyone was mesmerised by how her body spasmed in response to the stretch, her legs twitching as she was split apart.

Her body quivered as he lifted her off of his dick, only for him to drop her so her cunt gets speared open again and drip all over the floor. and he does it again. and again. and again until she squirted, covering the ground in her juices. He began thrusting into her, his cock hitting her cervix and rubbing deliciously against her g-spot. Her limbs flailed about as he used her like a sexdoll, pounding into her mercilessly.

Nic progressively got more and more mind broken, leaking all over his cock, fucked out mumbles tumbling out of her mouth, muffled by the gag. He started rubbing her clit, mocking and calling her a dirty slut as he continued destroying her pussy. Nic desperately tried to struggle but her hands and legs were shaking so badly and her mind was so far gone. Her body spasmed and let loose another round of squirt. The men watching laugh so meanly she started to cry, tears streaming down her face as her eyes plead helplessly.

Drool and tears combined on her messy face as her delicate body was hammered into. His cock bullied its way into the deepest parts of her, driving her closer and closer to the edge. The relentless pounding had her moaning uncontrollably through her gag, a foreign tightness coiling in her gut. She whined as she came on his cock, back arching off his chest as the orgasm rolled over her, squeezing him so hard that he almost creampied her. He slid her up off his dick, spreading open her thighs to show the camera her wet, pulsing pussy clenching around nothing.

Cameras flash as the crowd took photos of the aftermath. The once proud girl, hands cuffed together, hanging from her assaulters neck, her beautiful body laid bare. Glazed eyes, a mix of drool and tears flowing down her chin onto her perky breasts, midriff glowing with sweat, accentuating her tiny waist. Her slender legs held open in an M-shape, exposing her dripping, gaping pussy, still shivering from the aftershocks of her climax.

Nic's face flushed with humiliation, knowing that there would be no shortage of pictures and videos documenting her descent into depravity. The man lowered her to the ground, letting her collapse into the puddle of girlcum that had accumulated under her. The director walked over and lifted her chin, removing the soaked ballgag.

"Is.. is it over?" she asked weakly.

"Over? No, this is just the beginning. The contract you signed is for two whole weeks, I really look forward to working with you" he replied with a smile. "Come on guys, let's move on to the next scene."

Nic's mind finally broke, the last shred of hope she had desperately clung on to finally shattered. The men who had been eagerly watching on the sidelines stepped forward, surrounding her as they unbuckled their pants one by one. What a cruel world, she thought, as her vision faded to black.

it all happened faster than you thought it would.

“who just lets the pizza guy in like this, huh?” he heaves, balls slapping against your clit with each thrust, filling the living room with the lewd sounds of harsh slaps and wet squelches.

“i don’t know,” you say through struggled moan, barely able to form a thought from how he has you— on your knees, back in the craziest arch as he delivers the deepest backshots, fucking you dumb on your couch that won’t stop creaking. “i- i just—“

“you’re just, what?” he laughs, not letting up on the brutal pace he’s had from the start. he grabs a fist full of your hair, yanking you up to mutter in your ear. “a fuckin’ slut?” he chuckles as you pathetically nod. a hand snakes around you and pressed against your lower belly. “you really are a little slut, look how good you’re taking me. you feel me? feel how fuckin’ deep i am?”

“uh-huh,” you whine from the way he continues to press down on to the bulge on your tummy and taunt you. he was big. everything about him was. he was strong too, having to hold you close to him so you didn’t fall forward each time he slammed his hips against you. “it was so worth it though— fuck— feels so good.”

he smirks, satisfied with the praise. “yeah?”

“mhm— shit, right there,” you cry out, making him shove you back down as he continues to give you exactly what you want.

how could he not? especially when you’ve been so sweet to him.

he grabs both your wrists and pulls them back, keeping you in that perfect arch while he pounds into you, just hammering through your walls and hitting your sweet spot every. single. time. it’s insane, you’ve never been with anyone that’s made you cum this much. who would’ve thought it would be him.

he was clearly experienced, it was the direct result of him being attractive as hell, and he knew it. but this? getting the chance to live through something that was straight out of some raunchy porno? of course he took you up on your offer. a lucky man he was.

“yeah, that’s it. cum for me. show me how good this strangers making your pussy feel,” he groans, watching the creamy ring around the base of his cock grow thicker and thicker.

god, he was nasty— not just in the way he fucked you, but with his words, the way he talked you through it as if he didn't already have you a sobbing mess from the way he was manhandling you. he was fucking shameless and it all unfortunately goes straight to your core, making the pressure in you build up even faster.

at this point he's just working it out of you. you might be a crying, babbling mess, but this was light work for him. pulling you back, making you take each and every inch he was stuffing into you with ease.

"c'mon on, give it to me," he continues to encourage you, roughly. it's not like you had much of a choice to begin with-- not with how fast he was going, and definitely not with how he straight up abuses your sweet spot, the fat cock of his cock just hitting it over and over again.

and the orgasm doesn't just hit you, it fucking tears through you and you don't even recognize the sound you made when it did. you don't know whether you should be embarassed or grateful for how hard the guy made you cum.

not that it stays on your mind for too long, you're easily pushed into overstimulation while he chases his own release. your ears are still ringing, all you can hear are the rough grunts above you and the wet schlick everytime he drags his cock out of you. a couple harsh thrusts later and he's cumming too. you can feel his dick throbbing and you're almost disappointed that you made him wear a condom.

almost.

you had to remind yourself that he was stranger for fucks sake.

"you sure you don't have a phone?" he continues to heave, trying to catch his breath as he slowly pulled out of you.

"...why?" you ask nervously, thinking he's still going to make you pay. that would've been beyond unfair. you might just start crying again.

he scoffs. "so i can get your number, lyin' piece of shit," he ends up scolding you.

but in time you'll quickly realize that this pizza guy loves his women on the crazier side, and you were not getting rid of him anytime soon.

It was a trap, one that you and Jayce were about to unknowingly step into. After months of your shenanigans, Viktor had enough. Now he would take matters into his own hands. Maybe now you would think twice before stealing from his snack stash. 

When you first spotted Viktor pecking away at some crackers, you had wondered where they had appeared from. He told you his doctor recommended he actually eat for once in order to not be exhausted by the end of the day, so his solution was to house a cabinet of treats for himself. While it still wasn’t the healthiest, at least he was getting some calories in. 

However, he found he wasn’t the only one that could be peckish in the lab. Jayce with his endless stomach had been polite at first. Asking if he could snag a bag of peanuts, requesting a bite from a chocolate bar, but then he became a bit too familiar with Viktor’s snack cabinet. Viktor often found the other man brazenly eating a bag of chips or enjoying a sweet treat without a single “please.” It wasn’t as if he couldn’t buy something himself. But no, Viktor’s snack stash was just “too convenient.” 

You on the other hand had maintained a polite presence. Always asking Viktor to indulge in his treats. Though with you, he doubted he would find it annoying that you took without asking. He even made sure to have snacks that you enjoyed on hand, loving the way you would light up when you found your favorite foods housed in his cabinet. Bouncing on your toes as you asked if you could snag a bag. Of course, he would allow you to. He could never say no to you. 

What he didn’t know was that you were no better than Jayce. While you might have asked for snacks when Viktor was around, if he wasn’t in the lab you could be a little greedy with his snack cabinet. If Viktor noticed something was missing, you would keep to yourself. Not wanting to throw Jayce under the bus as he knew of your secret proclivities. 

The two of you shared sneaky giggles as you picked away at the food when you worked together alone. Indulging in your favorite treats, Viktor none-the-wiser to your antics. Though, he did know Jayce was behind much of the disappearances. He hadn’t realized that you joined Jayce in the snack stealing, and you would prefer to keep it that way. 

Now, Viktor was irritated. His eye twitched as he looked at the almost empty container of pastries filled with sweet cream. This had to stop. His head whipped over to where Jayce was seated. The man was carefully soldering some new components with you beside him, handing him any small tools he requested. Narrowing his eyes at the thief, Viktor thought about how to take his revenge. He had been looking forward to indulging in some sweets that day, and now he was left with two sad pastries. It was infuriating. 

When he looked over at you, a small smile playing on your lips, an idea came to him. Sinister, yes, but it would be oh so gratifying. His attraction to you inspiring a devilish concept that would utterly ruin Jayce, but be wildly entertaining for him. 

“Everything good, V?” Your voice startled the man out of his plotting, jolting as he registered your presence beside him. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

He turned to you, a concerned look furrowing your brows. You had noticed him staring at the snack cabinet for a few minutes. A pang of guilt hit you when you had remembered how many of the snacks you had taken the previous night. Viktor decided to turn in early for the night. It was a rare opportunity for you, so you and Jayce took advantage of his absence. Nervously you bit your lip as you waited for Viktor to respond to you. 

“I’m fine. Just a bit irritated,” he grumbled, “Jayce appears to still have no morals. Still  stealing my snacks without permission.” 

“Sorry, V. He’s just got a bottomless pit of a stomach.” You attempted to lighten Viktor’s disdain. 

He only huffed at your words. Grabbing one of the remaining bags of peanuts, he turned away. 

“Feel free to take anything though. I know you’re kind enough to ask.” Viktor said as he pulled the bag open. 

Guilt panged in your stomach as you looked in the cabinet. You decided you would refill it yourself. It was the least you could do for the man, especially since he gladly shared his treats with you. 

“I’ll be sure to replenish your stock, V.” You gave him a smile, hoping your eyes weren’t swimming with guilt.

If he noticed your expression, he didn’t say anything.Instead giving you a smile of his own, the curve of his lip accenting the mole above it. Drawing your eyes to his lips… 

You shook your head, you knew it was unprofessional to be thinking about Viktor in that way. He was your superior after all, but you still indulged in the fantasy of him every so often. 

With a nod, Viktor returned to his workstation. His eyes lingered on you as you made your way back to Jayce. He felt jealousy bubble up in his chest. While you were both their assistant, you often worked with Jayce. Viktor tended to be a one-man band at times and rarely needed help. Jayce was consistently asking for your assistance with tasks, often finding himself working on projects that required two sets of hands. Most of your time in the lab was monopolized by the golden boy, and it might have been a bit intentional on his part.

Jayce wasn’t an idiot. He could tell that Viktor was attracted to you, and well, he had to admit to himself he was as well. Extremely intelligent both in book and streetsmarts, and absolutely gorgeous to boot. When Heimerdinger offered you up as an assistant, the two scrambled to accept the offer after one meeting. Not only would they have someone competent working with them, you could certainly liven up the place. 

Liven it up, you did. Your laughter echoing in the large room, your words of encouragement caressing their egos, your murmurs of determination as you struggled on a project by yourself. While you were intelligent, it seemed you could be a bit oblivious. The men tried, they really did, but their favoritism toward you was blatant. Geez, Viktor always bought you your favorite snacks. Jayce was no better, finding excuses to give you gadgets and little novelties he had created in the forge. Though could you blame them? It was you, and they wanted you. 

However, all of you still managed to keep up some facade of professionalism. Only considering the actions as something a close friend would do. A close friend that would make sure to hug you before leaving the lab. A close friend that would tuck your hair behind your ear for you. A close friend who may stare into your eyes a second too long. A close friend, yes, that’s all. 

Viktor shoved the brewing feelings down, returning to his work on new Hexgem prototypes. Pretending he didn’t feel a sting when you laughed once more at a joke from Jayce. One that was probably terrible, but had you giggling regardless. It was fine, after all, Viktor knew the other man would get his commuppance soon enough. 

As the sun set in the lab, you found your eyelids began to droop. Your body kept jolting you up whenever Jayce requested a tool or part from you. Exhaustion was settling in. Jayce paused, softly smiling as he caught you falling asleep once more. A strong hand jolted you awake again. An apologetic look was on your face when you realized Jayce had caught you. 

“Why don’t we get you home, hm?” His hazel eyes glittered in the light of the golden hour. 

You nodded. 

“I can walk you back to your place, if you want.” He offered. While his work at the lab wasn’t over just yet, he wanted to spend more time with you. 

“I would like that.” You said softly, trying not to look into his eyes. 

Often, you found yourself worrying that the men would discover your affections for them. It made you skittish at times, concerned your words or actions would come off in the wrong way. Still, despite it being more intimate, you always took them up on their offers. Whether it was to snag lunch, or walk you home, you gratefully accepted. Always wanting more of their time and attention. 

Viktor watched the interaction out of the corner of his eye. Biting his tongue, he huffed out his frustration. Once again, Jayce had gotten to you first. He couldn’t blame his partner though. Jayce had a charisma that Viktor did not possess. Still, he had managed to grab your time quite frequently. Something that aided in pushing his worries aside. Overall, the men were mostly equal in their interactions with you.

You did find yourself working with Jayce more than Viktor, but the latter man would find time to pull you into conversation during the many lull periods you would find yourselves in. The moments only made Viktor’s affections for you grow further, it was a blessing and a curse. You were a delicious distraction. 

“Alright, I’m packed up.” You patted the satchel hung around your shoulder. “Ready?” You turned to Jayce.

“Yup. I’ll be right back.” Jayce squeezed Viktor’s shoulder. 

The evening was pleasantly warm as Jayce escorted you to your apartment. Golden rays of sun licked the rooftops of Piltover casting a glow over the two of you. Jayce often seemed to radiate his own light, in this moment he looked almost angelic. Catching you staring, he gave you a smirk.

“Like what you see?” He teased. 

A blush bloomed on your face as you shook your head side to side. “I-it’s not like that. I just thought the sun on you looked neat.” 

“Neat? Hm, I’ll take it.” He shrugged with a chuckle, enjoying your flustered state. 

“You’re kinda cruel, you know?” You grumbled.

“Cruel, me? No…” He eyed you, waiting for a snippy retort.

Instead, you turned away from him with a huff. 

“Aww, don’t be like that.” He cooed. 

A strong hand reached for your chin, lightly forcing you to turn your attention back on him. 

The way your eyes glowed in the sunlight made him hold back a gasp. He shouldn’t indulge in this. All he was supposed to do was escort you home like the gentleman he was, but gods did he wish he could enjoy more of this. 

“Is everything alright?” You reached for the hand on your chin and removed it. 

Your touch brought Jayce back from his thoughts. Right, escorting. 

“Uh yeah. I was just enjoying the sunset.” He said softly. 

Cocking your head to the side, you raised a questioning brow. Oh, you were too cute. Jayce very much wished to kiss that confused pout on your lips. Instead he wet his own, and turned away to continue walking to your home. 

He was sure it would only be a matter of time before he cracked. 

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When you returned to the lab the next morning, you found a very pleased Viktor. Curious, you walked over to him. In his hands he held a box of chocolates. A note was stuck to it, and Viktor looked down on it with a smile. 

“What’s up?” You asked, curious as to what confections were inside the box.

“Oh nothing, I just received a nice gift from one of our sponsors.” He chuckled to himself.

It was a ruse, something to entice Jayce. He knew that the man would gladly take the bait.

Right on time, Jayce entered the lab. 

“Something going on?” He asked as he made his way over. 

“Yeah, Viktor got a gift from one of the Hextech sponsors. I’m a bit jealous.” You said, arms crossed in annoyance.

“Did I get something?” Jayce’s eyes twinkled at the thought of a sweet treat.

“It appears you did not. Though the note that was given to me did specify work that I did on stabilizing the Hexgates…”

“I was working on the Hexgems! And it was easily a one man job.” Jayce grumbled.

“A one man job that got me a gift.” Viktor shook the box in front of Jayce’s face.

“You gonna share?” You asked. 

Oh. Viktor was not prepared for that. Guess he’d have to let you down lightly.

“Sorry dear, I think I’ll keep these to myself.” He looked over to his snack cabinet. “Especially considering someone keeps indulging in my other sweets.” He said pointedly at Jayce.

Jayce’s eyes flitted to your face and you subtly shook your head at him. Eyes narrowing at even his thought of betraying you. 

“I guess you have a point.” He dejectedly walked over to his workspace. 

Pulling your satchel to the front, you opened it and grabbed a few bags. They held snacks to replenish Viktor's stash. 

“Speaking of your snacks, I brought refills.” You shook the bags for emphasis.

Viktor gave you a bright smile. The one that had you looking at his lips once more. 

The action made his heart swell. Of course you would do this for him, sweeter than the treats you had bought him.

“I appreciate the gesture, but don’t feel the need to make up for Jayce’s transgressions.” Viktor took some of the bags from you.

“Transgressions? You’re making it sound like Jayce offended you…” You chuckled awkwardly. That sting of guilt returning. 

“I mean, I eat your snacks all the time too.”

“Yes, but you ask me to. Something my partner seems to forget at times…” He eyed the man who had begun working. 

“Well, don’t be too hard on him.” You said, giving Viktor a small smile.

He nodded, then moved to place the snacks in his cabinet. You hoped he didn’t realize that you were complicit in the thievery. 

The rest of the day went by smoothly. You worked alongside both of the men as they worked on a prototype for a small generator. They were attempting to make Hextech work on a smaller scale. The Hexgates were able to handle energy output due to their massive size, now they were looking to make the technology more portable. 

After many long hours, Viktor decided to turn in for the night. You decided to stay and assist Jayce with more of the project as the man was on a roll. A few minutes after Viktor exited the lab, Jayce turned to you with a cheeky smile. 

“So, you wanna try those fancy chocolates Viktor got?” 

“I don’t know Jayce…” you thought for a moment, “Viktor did seem pretty irked that we’ve stolen from him.” 

“Yeah, but he thinks only I have stolen his snacks. You’re in the clear, Miss goody-two-shoes.” He chuckled. “Though I feel like you owe me for keeping your name out of my ‘transgressions’.” He put his fingers up in quotation marks.

“I guess…” You mumbled.

“So… try the chocolates with me?” His hazel eyes pleaded with you. 

With a huff, you nodded. What could be the harm? Jayce would be blamed for it after all…

“Fine. But it’s still all on you, got it?” You pointed a finger into his face. 

He grabbed your hand with another chuckle. 

“Of course.”

With that, Jayce strutted over to the snack cabinet, dragging you along with him. He pulled out the fancy box and lifted off the lid. 

“Oh, these look good.” His mouth was watering at the sight. 

Peeking over his shoulder, you felt your own mouth water. In little squares were around a dozen chocolate pieces. It was almost hard to pick what you wanted to try, they all looked delectable. Jayce grabbed a piece for himself, then offered the box to you.

“I’ll eat half so you can try the other part.” He said. 

You nodded, as you looked over the chocolates. Fingers dancing above them as you made your choice. Finally, you decided on a piece with salted caramel filling topped with sea salt. Both you and Jayce bit into the pieces in tandem, moaning at the creamy flavor. Jayce had picked a piece filled with a jam, though he couldn’t quite place the flavor. 

After swallowing your half of the piece, you felt Jayce press his other half against your lips. You opened your mouth, allowing him to place it on your tongue. His fingers brushing past your lips, making you blush at the intimate action. Again you moaned at the taste, you too couldn’t place the flavor of the jam. It was delicious, but odd. 

You performed the same action with Jayce, placing the other half of the caramel piece on his tongue. The man lightly sucked on your fingers as you pulled them out, making you softly gasp. 

Both of you stood in silence, staring at each other. Pink dusted on Jayce’s cheeks while yours flared red. 

“Anyways… probably should get back to work.” Jayce broke the silence. 

“Mhmm.” 

You returned to Jayce’s workspace, and continued to assist as he put components together. As time ticked on you felt yourself growing hot. Shrugging off your sweater, you attempted to cool down. It was already dark outside, so the sun couldn’t be the issue. Looking beside you, you noticed sweat prickling on Jayce’s forehead. 

“Are you hot?” You asked.

“Huh?” Jayce looked up at you. Something was different, but he couldn’t place it. He was feeling a bit warm though. 

“I guess I am. Mind turning the temp down?” 

You nodded and walked over to the thermostat. Your eyes widened as you realized that the temperature was fairly low. They had to keep the lab cooler due to the heat from some of the Hextech, but at the moment nothing would be producing the amount of heat you were feeling. Walking over to a vent, you felt to see if the air was working. You waited a moment, then a gust of cool air hit your hand. Okay, that’s odd.

“The temperature is already low. And the air unit seems to be working, I can feel cool air.” You said. 

“Huh, odd. Well, I’m almost done here…” In his peripheral he spotted your thighs as you returned to the workspace. 

As if acting on instinct, Jayce reached out, placing a warm hand on your thigh. The action made you squeak. So soft. He thought as he squeezed the muscle. 

“I-is everything alright, Jayce?” You attempted to maintain your composure as he began to knead your flesh. Heat began to pool in your core and you could feel the fabric of your panties dampen. What was going on?

Jayce’s hand reached up your skirt and you jolted away. An animalistic growl escaped the man. He shot up from his chair, towering over you. Looking into his eyes you realized they were blown out. His breathing was harsh. It made you shiver, you couldn’t tell if it was out of fear or arousal.

Looking over at the snack cabinet an epiphany hit you. Shuffling to the side, you tried to move away from Jayce, A strong arm stopped you. Then you were pulled into the man. He nuzzled into your neck, groaning. Your body melted into him, making you release a whine.

“Fuck, since when did you smell so good?” His voice was low.

“J-jayce.” You tried to maintain your composure, you needed to check something. 

As you attempted to pull away, Jayce only pulled you in closer. 

“Don’t go.” He breathed out. “Please.” 

“I’m not going anywhere.” You continued to hold off the effects of what was happening to you. Hoping your short period of clearheadedness could get you away from the man. “Just let me check something.” 

“Promise you won’t go?” 

“Promise.” 

With that he released you. You quickly made your way to the snack cabinet and pulled out the box of chocolates. Looking over it, you spotted a piece of paper attached to the bottom of the box. 

“Shit.” 

In Viktor’s handwriting you read the vindictive message out loud. 

Hope you enjoy the chocolates, asshole. 

Love, V. 

“Viktor fucking drugged us!” You exclaimed. The effects of what you now assumed was an aphrodisiac hit you like a train when Jayce returned to you. 

“He what?” Jayce asked incredulously.

“He drugged us. I-I think it’s an aphrodisiac. That’s why we’re feeling like” You motioned over yourself. “This.”

“How do we stop it?” Jayce had managed to somewhat pull himself out of the drug’s effects. 

“We can either wait it out.” You sucked in a harsh breath at the next statement. “Or…” 

“Or?” Jayce’s eyes were pleading with you.

“Or we allow the effects to take over.” 

“Are you suggesting…” He licked his lips in anticipation. 

It was growing too hot now. It was going to be too late. 

Two large hands reached for your face, then you felt Jayce’s warm lips pressed against yours. Your eyes widened as he deepened the kiss, then fluttered closed. Allowing yourself to  fall into the drug’s effects, you let out a moan. Jayce took the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. Trailing along your tongue, making him groan. Pulling away, you whined. A trail of saliva snapped between you.

“You taste so fucking good.” Jayce said between kisses down your neck. 

You moaned as he kissed, bit, and sucked on the column of your throat. Marking you as his. 

“You have no idea, “ he pressed a kiss to your lips, “how badly I’ve wanted this. No, how badly I’ve needed this.” 

You nodded in agreement, buzzing off of the pleasure of his touch. 

“Please let me have you, I need you. Please.” He whined. 

“Take me, take me, Jayce. I’m yours.” You moaned as he accepted your permission. 

Strong hands lifted you onto the worktable behind you. A tearing sound had your eyes widening as you watched him rip off your blouse. Buttons scattered to the floor. Next came your bra, landing next to the remains of your blouse. Hot lips found their way to one of your nipples while Jayce used his hand to tease the other nub. You shivered and cried out at his touch. The drug made your body feel like it was on fire with pleasure.

“I need to taste you.” Jayce gasped before kneeling in front of you. 

He pulled you to the edge of the table then buried his head under your skirt. Teeth leaving love bites up your thighs as he reached his final destination. Pressing his nose against your clothed pussy made you moan. He groaned in response as he breathed in your scent. It was addicting. Over your panties, you felt his tongue lick over you. You shuddered and whined, needing the fabric gone.

As if reading your mind, the man tore off your panties. Without a care, he dived back in. Sloppily licking through your drenched folds. Groaning as he got a taste of you. Bittersweet with a delicious musk. He needed more. His tongue dove into your hole as he nosed your clit. Grabbing his hair, you ground your pussy into his face. Gasping and moaning at his ministrations. A knot was growing in your stomach, tightening with each lick and suck on your clit. 

“Jayce, ah, Jayce…” You groaned his name, earning a moan from the man. 

For only a moment he pulled away from you, the look on his face had your thighs clenching. His lips and chin were drenched with you.

“Cum on my face, please.” He begged, then dove back in. 

You cried out again, as his tongue returned to lapping at your folds. The knot growing tighter and tighter. With a suck to your clit, you screamed. Blinding pleasure, making your thighs shake around the man’s head. You felt yourself spray your slick onto the man’s awaiting mouth. He took everything you gave him. 

After easing you down from your high, Jayce pulled away from you. His eyes were glazed over in bliss. 

“You squirt.” He chuckled. “That’s so fucking hot.”

Then he dove back in, desperate to make you cum again. The action made you scream out in pleasure as he continued to lick at your overstimulated pussy. The table beneath you was gathering a pool of your release. 

Jayce brought you to your peak once more, making you cum on his face again. Your hand on his hair keeping him in place as you ground yourself into his mouth. 

When he pulled away, he had a dopey smile on his face. His eyes still blissfully glazed over. Still, he had enough wherewithal to continue what he started. 

At first you thought he was going to have you suck him off, but he swatted your hand away when you reached for him.

“Sweetheart, I need to fuck you. I need to fill you so fucking bad. Make you mine.” He was babbling to himself as he freed his cock from his pants. Then he began to rub up and down your sensitive folds. The head of his dick occasionally catching on the entrance of your pussy making you gasp. 

Looking down, your eyes widened. He was massive. Not just in length but in girth. Even though you were soaked, you wondered if he would fit inside of you. Jayce was ready to test that out. 

His blunt head pressed into you, your mouth opened in a moan. He groaned as he continued to push in. Desperately wishing to be pounding into you, but he at least realized you needed to adjust. When he was all the way in you both breathed out. Through your belly you could see the bulge of his cock, the image made heat pool in your core. He really was going to fill you, and you couldn’t wait. 

“You feel so fucking good. I need to move, please.” His eyes pleaded with you. 

You nodded, then gasped as he moved in you. Pulling out slowly, then slamming back into you. The action making you scream and writhe in pleasure. The man set a quick pace as he fucked into you. Your legs wrapped around his torso, keeping him connected to you. 

The familiar knot had returned and was building up once more. He could feel your climax on the horizon. Your pussy tightening as he hit your sweet spot. His pelvis brushing up against your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. 

“Jayce!” You gasped out as you came on his cock. 

Your climax brought him to finish. The tight gummy walls of your pussy milking every drop of cum out of the man, as if begging for him to breed you. 

As you came down from the highs of your orgasms, Jayce leaned over you. Cock still twitching inside. He pressed a hot kiss onto your lips, and you returned the kiss. Tongues intertwining. 

Inside of you, you felt the man harden again. Already ready for round two. That aphrodisiac was certainly something. 

Jayce pulled out of you, marveling at the way his cum spilled down your legs. He pulled you off the table and flipped you onto your stomach. Groaning in pleasure, he shoved his cock back inside of you. 

“So tight, so perfect…” 

He thrust into you at the perfect angle. The head of his dick hitting that gummy spot inside of you, making your orgasm come faster. Your pussy clenched around him again as you came. A loud moan escaping you as he continued to fuck you through your climax. The pleasure continuing to build. 

“Gonna--gonna fill you up. Make you mine.” He growled, leaning down and pressing his hard chest against your back. The new position making him fuck you deeper. 

Your mind was gone, all you could think about was the pure pleasure the man was giving you. The only sounds you could make were moans and gasps.

After bringing you to climax again, Jayce came in you a second time. Hot ropes shooting into you, making you shiver. 

All you could do was take it. Take everything he gave you as he manhandled your body. Claiming every part of you as his. The skin on your neck and chest was bruised with love bites. His finger prints emblazoned on your hips from his hard grip, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Jayce wouldn’t be leaving unscathed either. Your nails had dragged scratches down his back, and you left love bites of your own. Falling completely into the animalistic need to breed with the man. 

Beneath you a pool of your combined spend had gathered. It seemed the aphrodisiac gave Jayce the ability to unload into you multiple times with no need to rest. 

It had been hours since your tryst with the aphrodisiac had begun, but it didn’t look like there was an end in sight. Both of you continued to remain as horny as you were when you began. The feeling only spurred you on further, making Jayce continually cum in you as you spasmed around him. 

The two of you were too distracted with each other to notice an onlooker. Viktor had expected Jayce to be affected by the aphrodisiac, but you as well? Well that was quite the surprise, though not necessarily an unwanted one. The man knew how to end your suffering, but decided this punishment was much deserved. Though it did help to watch your fucked out face as Jayce continued to fuck his cum into you. 

When he had his fill of watching, the man made his presence known. Clearing his throat, he smirked as Jayce stopped pumping into you. The man had you in a deep mating press, his cum seeping out of your abused hole around his cock. Before Viktor could continue, Jayce groaned loudly. Cumming in you again, though no relief came with the action. 

“F-fuck you, Viktor.” He growled through clenched teeth. 

“Seems like some of you is still here after all.” Viktor mused, enjoying watching Jayce struggle. 

Beneath him you shifted your hips in a whine. It seemed as if you didn’t care that Viktor had entered the room. All you wanted was to be taken by Jayce. 

“Ah fuck.” Jayce breathed out harshly as you began to move yourself up and down his cock. 

Another orgasm was building in you as you used Jayce. He didn’t let you take control for long. Opting to slam back into you, making you climax. Your spend mixing with Jayce’s again. Your body was boneless as Jayce now used you to cum again. Another hot spurt filled you. 

“As much as I enjoy watching this, your efforts to end the effects are in vain.” Viktor said with a teasing tone in his voice. 

His hand traced down your body, making you shiver. Long deft fingers found your clit, causing you to jolt and clench down on Jayce. 

“Would you like to end this?” Viktor looked up at Jayce with dark eyes. 

Jayce nodded profusely.

“Please.” 

It was only ever supposed to be stress relief. There was never supposed to be that kind of breach. You get yours and he gets his, in the most non committal way. Clothes always stay on. Mouths stay as quiet as possible. No eye contact. No kissing. No talking about it after. And above all? No penetration.

When you first listed that as a rule, Robby looked at you like you had three heads. “How…the point of a hook up is to actually hook up?” He said, already feeling foolish for being 52 and using the term ‘hook up’.

“I know what a hookup is, Ernest Hemingway” you rolled your eyes in mock annoyance. “I don’t just let anyone inside me, ok? That’s a romantic commitment, for me.” You said matter of factly and shrugged.

“But I wanna get off, too. So…we could try pussy sliding?” You ask with a curious head quirk.

That’s how he found himself here, a year and a half later with you and your legs bent back to your shoulders, sliding his cock through your soaked labia. He’d laugh at the hot dog bun similarity if he wasn’t so fucking hard. Fuck…he always gets a tinged embarrassed at how much he loves this.

A year and a half of this…activity, with you and he still couldn’t get enough. There is something so fucking dirty about it. He wants your hole and he can’t have it. He stares at it clenching for him, even dribbles spit down onto it to make you messier, but he can’t have it.

Fuck. He wanted it so bad. He wanted you so bad, in every sense, but his therapist said that was a conversation for another day. Past baggage first, future progress later.

He would do whatever you allowed him to do. And right now? That was sliding his thick cock through your pussy lips. He reaches down and uses his thumbs to wrap your lips around his cock to create a tunnel.

You watch him bite his lip as he tries not to groan. Keep Quiet. That’s one of the rules. But today, you’re more wet than you’ve ever been. You watched Robby chew out an EMT that made a very aggressive play for you at Central and it made you untamed.

You drug him up here this time. You took his cock out of his zipper. You took your panties down to your calves and flipped your legs over your head, showcasing yourself for him.

Watching him get jealous like that? You’d never admit to it, but holy hell…you were teetering on every single rule you ever set for the two of you.

The head of his cock keeps massaging your clit with constant heat and pressure. The precum smearing around your folds is making you more and more wet and before you ever realize, you whimper.

Robby’s hips stutter and he shakes his head to regain control. He keeps his eyes directly on your pussy and his cock together. It’s almost impossible not to look in your eyes right now.

And that’s when it first happens. The head of his cock notches against your entrance. That’s NEVER happened before. In all this time, he has been so careful. Your gasp mixed with his grunt has you both staring at each other with wide eyes.

“Fuck…fuck sorry” he mumbles and moves himself back to the safe zone. “S’ok” you murmur and let your head fall back when the head of his cock hits your clit again.

Another 3 minutes of this and you’ve gone beyond soaked. It’s vulgar. You’re dripping onto the linoleum floor under the bed and your thighs are smeared with your wetness. Robby has never had to concentrate like this with you before. Never. He’s 54. He’s grown. Composure is the name of the game, but right now? He feels like he’s 16 again.

His hips pull back to slide forward and without warning, the amount of moisture you’ve collected slides him down slightly and right into you. Fully.

He lets out a yell. An actual yell. And his head drops forward. The gasp that drops from your mouth ends in a squeal and you bite down in his shoulder that’s now in your face.

“FUCK! fuck! Fuck sorry you’re so fucking wet. I…fuck. I tried” he pants sounding embarrassed? Mortified? Nervous?

Eunbi felt a cool breeze as the air conditioner kicked on, and her nipple stiffened visibly in her tight sweater. Jae wagged his eyebrows at Eunbi suggestively. "Your headlights are on," he said, giving her a lewd wink.

"Oh, Jae, you are terrible," said Eunbi, covering her nipples with her hands modestly. Her face was flushed red with excitement.

"I know I am," said Jae casually. "Hey, when are you going to invite me over for dinner?"

"You and Eun-ju are always welcome to join Jinwoo and me for dinner," said Eunbi lightly. She hated to bring up their spouses while flirting, but it couldn't be helped.

Jae frowned at the mention of his wife, and the erection inspired by Eunbi's snugly fitting top began to subside. "Eun-ju doesn't really care to socialize with my work friends," said Jae. "Couldn't you and I have dinner some night when Jinwoo was out of town on business?"

"Jae, that wouldn't be appropriate," said Eunbi weakly, her heart pounding at the idea of a dinner date with Jae. His face fell at the rejection, so she quickly added, "I'll tell you what, though, why not come over tonight and join Jinwoo and me for dinner? It's our night to watch a movie at home."

Jae stopped staring at Eunbi's breasts for a moment and looked her in the eye with a calculating expression. He wondered if she was testing him, trying to see how much chutzpah he had. "Alright, Eunbi, I will take you up on your offer," he said.

Eunbi briefly wondered if she was doing the right thing to invite her work flirt home to meet her husband, but Jinwoo paid so little attention to her these days that he probably wouldn't even notice the sexual tension between her and Jae. So she smiled warmly at Jae and gave him her address.

"Sounds good, see you at 7 tonight then," said Jae. "And I expect you to answer the door naked," he said with a grin.

"We'll see," laughed Eunbi, her pulse quickening. "Don't get your hopes up."

The rest of the day seemed to crawl past as Eunbi anxiously awaited dinner with Jae. She wondered if Jinwoo would go to bed early or just doze off in his chair as was his habit on movie night. She wondered what would happen if she and Jae were together alone on the couch in the dark.

When she finally arrived at home, she rushed to prepare a nice steak dinner for Jae.

"What's this?" asked her husband Jinwoo when he came home from work. He came over and gave Eunbi a perfunctory peck on the cheek as she stood cooking at the stove. "Steak, huh? What's the occasion?"

Eunbi gulped nervously and tried to sound nonchalant. "Oh, I invited my coworker Jae over for dinner tonight," she said with a weak smile. "You remember Jae. He was at the office Christmas party."

"But it's our movie night," said Jinwoo peevishly. But in truth, he actually looked forward to having company. He loved his wife, but they had fallen into a deep rut, and movie night had become a bore. Jinwoo recalled that Jae was a funny guy. Maybe he would liven up the evening.

"I know, honey," said Eunbi, pursing her lips and furrowing her brow sympathetically. "But it will be a nice change of pace to have company for once."

"Maybe you're right," agreed Jinwoo amiably, grabbing a beer from the refrigerator and heading off to the living room to watch television.

Jae arrived right on time at 7, and he brought a nice bottle of wine. They all enjoyed a friendly supper with Jae and Jinwoo engaging in a lively discussion about the local football team which had made the playoffs. Eunbi was beginning to feel slightly neglected and oddly jealous of Jae's attention to her husband. But as soon as her husband left the room, Jae resumed his flirtation with a vengeance.

"I'm very disappointed that you were fully clothed when you answered the door," said Jae softly, leaning forward and gazing into Eunbi's eyes. "Dinner would have been so much more interesting if you had heeded my request and gotten naked for me."

"Ha, it would have given us something to talk about other than football, I'll grant you that," replied Eunbi merrily. The idea of entertaining Jae and her husband in the nude both aroused and amused her. She was sure that Jinwoo would have a heart attack if she ever tried something like that.

Jae had enjoyed a few glasses of wine, and his inhibitions were down, so he put his cards on the table. "Well, I have to keep Jinwoo distracted with football talk so he doesn't realize that I want to have sex with his wife." He gave Eunbi a crooked smile, but in that moment, they both knew that he wasn't joking.

"Really?" said Eunbi, her voice cracking slightly. She could feel her palms growing sweaty with excitement. "I didn't realize you felt that way," she said absently, unable to make eye contact with Jae.

"Oh, you realized it, right?" laughed Jae. "I think I've made it clear at work."

"Made what clear?" asked Jinwoo jovially as he returned to the dining room.

Eunbi was startled so badly that she nearly jumped out of her chair, but neither man noticed.

"Oh, I've made it clear how tired I am of working at that damn place," rejoined Jae smoothly. "But the job market is tough, so I stick with it nonetheless."

"I hear you, brother," agreed Jinwoo, shaking his head ruefully.

"Ok, boys," said Eunbi brightly. "Why don't you two clear the table while I go change out of these work clothes?"

"Yeah, you must barely be able to breathe in that sweater," said Jae cheekily, giving Jinwoo a sideways glance to judge his reaction.

Jinwoo just laughed heartily at the slightly bawdy joke, and Eunbi chuckled along awkwardly, "Yes, well, I'll be back in a few and we can open another bottle of wine and start the movie." She hurried off to the bedroom as Jae and Jinwoo helpfully cleared the dirty dishes.

"You noticed how tight that sweater was, huh?" said Jinwoo, looking over at Jae mischievously once his wife was out of earshot.

"I have to admit I did notice, Jinwoo," said Jae matter-of-factly.

Jinwoo bit his lip to hold back his laughter. "She's got quite a rack on her, doesn't she?" he asked.

Jae was surprised at Jinwoo's candor and simply responded in kind. "I'll say, you are a lucky man, my friend," he said with a lascivious grin, and the two men broke out in raucous laughter as Jae pictured what Eunbi's breasts would look like if she stood topless before him.

Eunbi heard the laughter from the kitchen as she stripped off her sweater and unsnapped her bra. Her large bosoms came spilling out, and she heaved a sigh of relief as she rubbed them absently. She wriggled out of her skirt, stripped off her stockings, and stood contemplating her body in the mirror. She had gained a bit of weight over the years, but she had retained her hourglass figure. She looked herself over critically and decided that she didn't look too bad for a woman of 42. Then she went to the closet and pondered what to wear. She briefly considered putting on a sexy negligee and going out to rejoin her husband and Jae as though that were perfectly natural. The very idea made her giggle to herself like a schoolgirl, but she knew she would never have the guts.

She settled on a nice pair of sweatpants that were comfortable but well-fitted enough for company. For a top, she slipped into a t-shirt. Her breasts were jiggling and her nipples were poking through without a bra on, so she pulled a light cardigan over the t-shirt and headed back out to the kitchen.

"Oh, I was hoping you would come out here in a slinky negligee," commented Jae sarcastically when he saw how modestly Eunbi was dressed.

Jinwoo slapped Jae on the shoulder and laughed rowdily. Eunbi could tell that Jinwoo was a little drunk, so she opened her cardigan and shimmied her shoulders to make her boobs bounce back and forth. The two men stared in fascination at the motion of her knockers before Eunbi blushed deeply and pulled her cardigan closed.

"Wow," said Jae, clearly impressed.

Jinwoo just laughed even harder and strode over to his wife to kiss her on the cheek and slap her bottom playfully.

"You don't need to wear lingerie to be sexy with that damn body," said Jinwoo lustily.

"Thank you, honey, that's sweet," said Eunbi, looking at her husband warmly.

"I'll drink to that," said Jae with a wicked smile, and he poured out more glasses of wine and handed them around.

The trio adjourned to the living room together to watch a movie. Jinwoo wasn't bothered by Jae's flirting; in fact, he found that he enjoyed having another man pay attention to Eunbi. He realized that he had taken her for granted a lot lately. She was still a sexy woman, and it was perfectly natural for other men to take notice of that fact.

"So what movie should we watch, gentlemen?" asked Eunbi formally, holding her wine and bending over to examine the rack of DVDs. Jae stared unabashedly at Eunbi's gorgeous, round rear as she bent over. Jinwoo noticed Jae's interest in his wife's bottom, but he was surprised that it didn't make him very jealous.

"How about Showgirls?" blurted out Jinwoo as he sank into his favorite recliner.

"Oh, honey," laughed Eunbi nervously. "That's a very naughty movie. I don't think it's appropriate to watch... with a guest over," she smiled lamely at Jae as she said it. Her husband must be drunker than she thought.

"Nonsense," objected Jinwoo merrily. "We are all adults here, aren't we?" he said. "Put it on."

Eunbi looked at Jae inquisitively.

"I haven't seen it," said Jae with a smile. "Is there a lot of nudity?"

"You'll see," said Eunbi with resignation, and she put in the movie and turned down the lights.

Jae sat down on the daybed, which was Eunbi's customary place to sit in the evening, and she hesitated to join him there.

"Jae took your seat, huh?" commented Jinwoo, noticing his wife's uncertainty.

"Ha, we really have our routine, don't we?" laughed Eunbi.

"Oh, I can sit somewhere else," said Jae, looking around the room but not actually standing up to move.

"No, no, there's plenty of room here for both of us," said Eunbi, sitting down next to Jae on the daybed where she liked to stretch out and relax each evening.

As the outrageously bad movie stumbled from one gratuitous sex scene to another, the threesome mocked the bad acting but were drawn into the sensuality nonetheless. Jae and Jinwoo both had raging hard-ons, and Eunbi felt herself getting wet. As they went through the wine, she found herself snuggling up against Jae, and he slipped one arm around her back surreptitiously. Jinwoo didn't seem to notice and, in fact, seemed to be nodding off slightly as was his habit after a long day at work, a good meal, and a lot of wine.

"Are you tired, dear?" asked Eunbi lightly as Jae ran his hand hungrily up and down her side while sexy dancers thrust their crotches into the air on the screen before them.

"No, no, I'm fine," mumbled Jinwoo sleepily, nodding off in his comfortable chair.

Eunbi reached down and gripped Jae's thigh and started rubbing his leg in a more than friendly manner. Her heart was pounding with excitement, and her body was hot from the wine and from arousal. She couldn't believe that she and Jae were feeling each other up right in front of her husband while he was distracted by the titillating movie and his own drowsiness. Jae started getting more and more aggressive, and he slipped his hand under Eunbi's t-shirt and slid it up her side closer and closer to her boob. Her breath came faster and faster until she was practically panting when he finally gripped her bare breast in his hand and sought out her nipple with his fingers.

Jinwoo glanced over and saw Jae and his wife rubbing up against each other, and he snapped to attention slightly. "Hey, what are you guys doing over there?" he asked good-naturedly.

Eunbi clamped her arm down, trapping Jae's wrist in her armpit. Then she released it and pushed him away slightly as he hurriedly withdrew his hand from her shirt. Jae's own heart was racing, and his erection was pitching an obvious tent in his trousers.

"Jae was just tickling me, dear," lied Eunbi. "But it's all in good fun," she added lamely.

"That's my wife you are feeling up over there," said Jinwoo with a smile. "Show some respect, fella," he added with a nervous chuckle. He had enjoyed a bit of harmless flirting between Jae and his wife, but Jinwoo was starting to get jealous of how Eunbi and Jae were snuggling together on the daybed there. He was starting to regret his choice of movie. Maybe it was getting everyone a little overheated.

"You know this movie is considered one of the worst of all time," said Jinwoo, trying to sound light-hearted. "Maybe we should put something else on."

"I'm enjoying it actually," said Jae languidly, shifting on the daybed to try to hide his erection. "It has excellent character development."

"Liar, you just like the boobs," laughed Eunbi, punching Jae's shoulder playfully.

"Well, I do like boobs, I can't deny that," said Jae, giving Eunbi a smoldering look of passion.

"Heh, heh, yeah, well, I guess we can leave it on then," said Jinwoo, but he felt his stomach twisting with jealousy at how familiar Eunbi was with Jae. He drank a bit more wine and started to relax, and was soon drawn into the movie as another sex scene commenced.

"I'm usually just stretching out on this. Do you mind if I lie down here?" asked Eunbi softly.

"Go right ahead," said Jae. "Shall I cover you?" he asked, noticing the blanket folded at the back of the daybed.

"Yes, please," said Eunbi stiffly. "Why don't you lie down behind me?"

"And spoon you?" whispered Jae.

"Yes," replied Eunbi. "Cover us with the blanket."

As the two coworkers rearranged themselves on the daybed with Eunbi lying in front and Jae lying behind her, Jinwoo roused himself and took notice.

"Now what are you doing over there?" he asked, trying to hide the annoyance in his voice.

"I'm just stretching out like I always do, dear," said Eunbi innocently.

"And he's going to lie there with you?" asked Jinwoo. His head was fuzzy with wine and sleepiness.

"I guess so," said Eunbi, pulling the blanket up to her neck.

"Uh, huh," replied Jinwoo helplessly. He didn't like this arrangement, but he was too muddled to think of a polite way to object.

Jae wasted no time and immediately gripped Eunbi by the hips and started grinding his stiff boner up against her soft, round ass. Eunbi gasped in response and reached back to pinch the bulge in Jae's pants between her fingers. Jae grunted in response and brazenly slid his hands up the front of Eunbi's t-shirt, gripping one large breast in each hand and kneading them greedily as she squeezed his cock through his pants. Jinwoo sat watching them wriggle and shift under the blanket.

"What the hell ARE you two doing under that blanket?" snapped Jinwoo testily, growing deeply suspicious.

"Nothing dear, my goodness," panted Eunbi, feigning nonchalance as Jae gripped her boobs in his hands and pinched her nipples. "We are just getting readjusted over here."

"Yeah, what if I came over here and pulled the cover off you two?" demanded Jinwoo hotly.

"Well then, I would be cold," pouted Eunbi sweetly.

Jinwoo didn't know how to respond to that. It really appeared to him as though Jae was touching his wife's breasts under that blanket, and his stomach flipped with anxiety at the thought, but he was tired and drunk and couldn't think of the right way to handle this.

"I just need to get adjusted a little more," said Jae to Jinwoo, and he gripped Eunbi's sweatpants by the waist and slid them down to her knees along with her panties while she clutched the blanket to her neck and her heart pounded in her chest like a drum. Eunbi's bare ass was pressed up against Jae's jeans under the blanket, and he took a minute to run his hands over her smooth butt cheeks before unzipping his fly carefully so it didn't make too loud a sound. Her gaze flicked nervously between the movie and her husband.

Jinwoo noticed Eunbi looking at him and gave her a mistrustful frown as Jae freed his cock and started pressing it between Eunbi's thighs.

"What's the matter?" asked Jinwoo grumpily as the head of Jae's long, stiff penis found its way between the folds of Eunbi's swollen labia.

"Nothing at all, darling," gasped Eunbi breathlessly. "I was just thinking how much I love you."

Jinwoo was utterly disarmed by his wife's sincere-sounding proclamation. Jae bit his lip to keep from snorting at the irony of it all and forcefully thrust his cock into Eunbi's wet cunt from behind. She stuck her fist into her mouth to keep from crying out in passion as Jinwoo looked at her strangely. Jae left his dick sunk deep inside Eunbi and longed to start poking it in and out of her, but her dared not for fear of drawing Jinwoo's attention. So he consoled himself by reaching around Eunbi's hip cautiously, careful not to disturb the blanket too much. He slid his hand around her hip and down into her crotch and soon found the slippery nub of her clitoris. She nearly choked in her effort to suppress a moan of pleasure.

Jinwoo's attention was drawn back to the movie as a group of erotic dancers frolicked in the nude on screen. Jae peeked over Eunbi's shoulder at Jinwoo in his recliner and started working his dick slowly in and out of Jinwoo's wife, fingering her clit the whole time while she whimpered soundlessly. He felt himself growing closer and closer to climax as her hot, wet snatch gripped his stiff rod. Soon, the daybed was creaking rhythmically with his efforts, and Jinwoo sat up in his chair.

"Christ Jae, are you dry humping my wife over there?" he demanded groggily, the wine fogging his mind and his vision.

"What? No of course not," protested Jae as he increased his pace, thrusting his cock between Eunbi's soft thighs and into her sodden snatch.

"But what's all that rocking back and forth?" demanded Jinwoo, taken aback but Jae's boldness.

"I mean, no, I'm not dry humping her," said Jae, reaching up and grasping Eunbi's generous jugs in his palms again. The weight of them in his hands made his cock stiffen even more. For her part, Eunbi couldn't believe that Jae would fuck her from behind and feel her up like this under the covers while talking to her husband. The sheer audacity of Jae and the wrongness of the situation brought her to a climax. "I'm just, Oh shit," exclaimed Jae as he felt Eunbi's vagina tighten suddenly around his cock. She cried out despite herself as she came over and over.

"Eunbi, are you ok?" asked Jinwoo, climbing to his feet with concern.

"I mean, we are just fooling around," she gasped as Jae resumed humping her urgently and worked her boobs enthusiastically. "But you are making such a big deal out of it," she whined, trying to sound offended and upset. Her face with bright red from passion, and her breathing was fast and shallow.

"I'm sorry, baby," said Jinwoo contritely. "But this is, Jesus, Jae, will you stop dry-humping my damn wife, please?" he demanded angrily, turning to Jae.

"Oh yeah, sorry, bud," panted Jae. He stopped humping her suddenly as he started spurting his load inside Jinwoo's wife. Jinwoo looked on suspiciously as the commotion under the blanket suddenly ceased, and Jae ground his crotch against Eunbi's ass, releasing the last of his seed inside her. Eunbi arched her back eagerly to receive his delivery. "I guess I got a little drunk and I got a bit carried away by having this big round ass right here," admitted Jae, forgetting himself.

Jinwoo laughed despite himself. "That's a nice way to repay our hospitality. Grinding your crotch up against my wife's rear." He had a sinking suspicion that Jae also grabbed Eunbi's boobs in addition to dry humping her, but he didn't want to say it.

"I know, I know," said Jae contritely, tucking his limp, sodden cock back into his pants and zipping up quietly. He extracted himself deftly from under the cover, leaving Eunbi completely covered but with her pants down, and he jumped off the daybed. "That was really out of bounds," he said, running his hands nervously through his hair. "I uh, don't know how to apologize properly."

Jinwoo sighed drunkenly at Jae's demonstration while Eunbi surreptitiously pulled her sweatpants back up. "Ok, Ok, I see how this happened. We had too much to drink and put on a movie with too much sexy time. I am partly to blame for picking the movie and for laughing along with your flirtation. Let's just call it a night and talk it over another time when we are all sober."

"Ok, Jinwoo. That's big of you," said Jae with a deep frown of respect. Then he turned to Eunbi, stretched out luxuriously on the daybed. "I am sorry for getting carried away, Eunbi. I hope you can forgive me."

"Forgive you? I thoroughly enjoyed it," she laughed saucily. "We should do it again sometime. Soon."

"Eunbi!" exclaimed Jinwoo in exasperation. "You aren't helping matters here."

She looked up at her husband and shrugged, "Sorry, I guess I'm drunk," she admitted.

Jae just laughed and waved goodbye, "I will let you two sort this out then, thanks for the hospitality." Then he hurried out of the room.

"Yeah, yeah," said Jinwoo, waving him off dismissively. "Honey, how could you say that?" he whined petulantly.

"Please don't cry like a baby," she sighed in resignation. "It doesn't suit you. We were only fooling around. It was completely harmless."