The wet sounds of kissing filled the bedroom — slow, open-mouthed, deliberately loud.
Schlick… mmph… soft suck… wet drag…
Mikasa straddled Minato on the marital bed, her nearly bare body pressed tightly against him. The purple lingerie had already been pushed halfway down.
Every time she leaned in, her full breasts flattened against his chest; every time she rolled her hips, the soaked crotch of her panties dragged along the thick, hard ridge in his pants.
The soft friction of lace against fabric mixed with the continuous wet noise of their mouths.
Eren sat rigid in the armchair only a few feet away.
Jealousy sat like acid in his chest.
Humiliation pressed heavier.
This was his wife — the woman who shared this bed with him — grinding on another man's cock with open, hungry passion.
The way she kissed Minato was something Eren almost never received. It looked like a different woman. He wanted to believe it wasn't her.
But it was.
And the worst part, the part that made him hate himself more with every second, was the unwanted heat pooling low in his gut.
His cock was hardening against his will, twitching every time a soft moan slipped from Mikasa's throat or her ass flexed as she ground down harder.
She's really enjoying this, he thought, throat tight. She wants him to fuck her right in front of me.
Mikasa broke the kiss with a wet pop. A thin string of saliva still connected their lips for a moment before it snapped. Her red lipstick was already smeared.
Breathing hard, she sat up on his lap and reached for the hem of his shirt. He helped her pull it off.
Then her fingers went to his pants.
She tugged them down together with his underwear in one urgent motion.
His cock sprang free — thick, heavy, fully hard. The size of it made her mouth water instantly. It was easily four times longer and far thicker than Eren's.
The flushed head already glistened with a clear bead of precum. She stared at it with open, helpless hunger.
"Fuck…" she whispered.
Minato's hands were already on her. He yanked the remaining straps of the purple lingerie down her arms. Her full breasts spilled free, heavy and soft, bouncing once before his large hands caught them. He squeezed hard, thumbs rolling over the stiff pink nipples.
Mikasa's head fell back.
"Ahhhh—yes—"
The moan left her without restraint. Minato leaned up and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking deeply.
The wet suck-suck sound was loud and filthy in the quiet room. His tongue flicked, then he bit down lightly — just enough to make her jolt.
"Ohhhhhh—fuck—" she moaned louder, both hands coming up to cup the back of his head and smash her soft tits harder against his face. "Mmmmmh—yes—like that—"
Her hips never stopped moving. Now that his cock was bare, the thick, hot length pressed directly against the soaked crotch of her panties.
Every slow roll of her hips dragged her wet folds along that massive shaft, the heat of him searing through the thin, ruined lace.
Eren's cock was fully hard, straining painfully against his shorts. He hated it. He hated how the sight of Minato's mouth working his wife's nipple, the way her heavy breasts overflowed those large hands, the shameless way she ground on that huge cock, was making him throb. He wanted to look away. He couldn't.
Mikasa's eyes fluttered open. Through the haze of pleasure she looked straight at her husband.
She saw the clear, thick bulge in his shorts.
She saw the dark flush on his face.
She saw the way he couldn't stop staring at the exact place where Minato's mouth was latched onto her breast.
A slow, wicked little smile curved her lipstick-smeared mouth.
He's enjoying it, she realized, heat flooding her cunt even harder. He's getting off on watching me like this.
The knowledge sent a filthy thrill straight through her.
She deliberately arched her back more, pushing her breast deeper into Minato's mouth, and let out a louder, more broken moan for Eren's benefit.
"Ahhhhhh—yes—suck them—ohhhh fuck that feels so good—"
Minato's hands slid down to her ass, gripping both soft cheeks hard enough to spread them.
He squeezed and kneaded while he switched to the other nipple, biting and sucking with wet, deliberate sounds.
Mikasa kept her eyes on Eren the entire time, smiling through her moans, rolling her hips slower and more deliberately so the thick ridge of Minato's cock rubbed directly over her clit through the soaked panties.
Eren's breath came shorter. The humiliation still burned, but it was now tangled with a dark, helpless arousal he could no longer deny. He wanted to see more.
He wanted to watch that massive cock stretch his wife open. He wanted to hear the exact sounds she would make when it sank inside her.
Mikasa saw every bit of that conflict on his face and felt her own pussy clench hard around nothing.
She leaned down, still grinding, and whispered against Minato's ear just loud enough for Eren to hear as well.
"He's watching… and he's hard. He likes it."
Minato's only answer was a low, pleased growl against her breast and an even harder squeeze of her ass.
The wet sounds of sucking, the soft broken moans, the faint creak of the mattress, and the quiet, helpless breathing of the man forced to watch all mixed together in the bedroom air.
And Eren, still seated in the chair that belonged in their marital room, could only sit there with his cock throbbing and his heart twisting, watching his wife smile at him while another man's mouth owned her body.
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