Finally, all three of them entered the room.
The room was a sanctuary of memories, its soft beige walls adorned with framed pictures of Mikasa and Eren—frozen moments of joy: their wedding day with Mikasa in a flowing white gown, Eren's arm wrapped protectively around her waist; a sun-drenched beach vacation where they laughed amidst crashing waves, sand clinging to their skin; quiet evenings on the couch, hands intertwined, eyes locked in tender affection.
The faint scent of lavender from a forgotten candle lingered in the air, mixing with the subtle musk of old photo paper. Each image was a testament to the life they had built together, a mosaic of love and commitment.
But now, as Minato stepped inside with them, his heavy footsteps echoing softly on the hardwood floor, those walls seemed to mock Eren. The sacred space felt tainted, violated by this intruder's presence.
For Minato, it was thrilling in a twisted, visceral way—the thought of claiming Mikasa here, amid the echoes of their happiest moments, sent a rush of dark excitement through him, his pulse quickening, skin prickling with anticipation. He could almost taste the forbidden fruit of her body, right under her husband's gaze.
The air felt thick, charged with unspoken tension, humid like a summer storm about to break, as if the room itself held its breath, the faint hum of an air conditioner the only sound breaking the silence.As the door clicked shut behind them with a final, ominous latch, sealing their fate like a locked cage, the trio stood in awkward silence.
No one moved at first, the weight of what was about to happen pressing down like a storm cloud, heavy and suffocating. Mikasa turned slowly to face Minato, her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum, each beat echoing in her ears.
The light summer dress she wore—a thin, floral-patterned fabric that skimmed her athletic curves, the hem fluttering just above her knees—clung slightly to her skin from the warmth of the day, the soft cotton whispering against her thighs with every subtle shift.
But as she pivoted, her eyes inevitably locked with Eren's. His gaze was a raw mixture of pain and helplessness, piercing straight through her like a dagger, making her stomach twist.
Shame flooded her veins like hot lava, burning from her core outward, her cheeks flushing hot under his stare—how could she do this? Allow another man to touch her, to fuck her, right here in front of the man she had vowed to love forever? The vows echoed in her mind, promises of fidelity now crumbling under the weight of her desires.
She knew exactly why she was here. The addiction had taken root deep inside her, a insidious craving for the raw, overwhelming pleasure that Minato provided, something Eren had never quite matched.
It wasn't Eren's fault; he was gentle, loving, his touches soft like a summer breeze. But Minato… Minato was a force, a tempest that ravaged her senses—his rough hands, his commanding presence, the way he filled her completely—leaving her begging for more, her body aching long after.
She couldn't turn back now. Her body betrayed her mind, already humming with anticipation, a low vibration starting in her belly and spreading to her limbs, her nipples tightening against the thin fabric of her dress, visible peaks that betrayed her arousal.
Averting her eyes from Eren's pleading stare, which felt like invisible chains pulling at her heart, Mikasa focused on Minato. His smirk was predatory, triumphant, his dark eyes gleaming like a wolf spotting prey. Everything was unfolding precisely as he had orchestrated, each step a calculated move in his game of seduction.
He had lured her into this web of lust with whispered promises and earth-shattering orgasms, and now he would reap the rewards—fucking her senseless while her husband watched, the ultimate conquest.
Deep down, a voice screamed at her to stop, to preserve what was left of her marriage, to run into Eren's arms and beg forgiveness.
But that voice was drowned out by the throbbing heat between her legs, a insistent pulse that made her thighs clench, the way her nipples hardened just from his gaze, scraping sensitively against the dress's bodice.
She wanted this. No, she needed it, like air, like water. The forbidden thrill of being taken in front of Eren only amplified her desire, turning shame into a dark, intoxicating arousal—a cocktail of guilt and ecstasy that made her breath hitch, her skin flush with heat, her pussy growing slick with want.
Minato turned his attention to Eren, his voice low and commanding, laced with mocking amusement that dripped like honeyed venom.
"Just enjoy the show, Eren. And don't interfere. Not a word, not a move—unless you want to lose her for good." He paused, letting the words sink in like barbs, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure, savoring the way Eren's face paled.
"Now, I'm going to fuck your wife right in front of you. You don't have any objections, do you? Or are you secretly hoping to see her come undone like never before?"Eren's fists clenched at his sides, knuckles whitening, his jaw tightening as a surge of jealousy ripped through him like wildfire, scorching his insides.
He wanted to scream, to lunge at Minato and drag Mikasa away from this nightmare, his muscles tensing with the urge to fight. But she had agreed to this—agreed to open their relationship, to explore her desires after he'd confessed his inadequacies in bed.
How could he refuse now without risking losing her entirely, pushing her further into Minato's arms? His heart shattered into fragments, each one sharper than the last, a deep ache that made his chest tighten, his throat constrict with unshed tears.
Yet, inexplicably, his cock twitched in his pants, hardening against his will, the denim suddenly too tight, too confining. Shame burned in his cheeks, hot and unrelenting; how could his body react this way? Betray him like this? In the twisted psychology of it all—the cuckold's curse, as he'd once read in forbidden online forums—the humiliation stirred something primal.
The thought of watching her, of seeing another man give her the pleasure he couldn't, ignited a conflicted arousal: jealousy twisting into voyeuristic thrill, pain morphing into a dark excitement that made his balls ache, pre-cum beading at his tip.
It was sick, twisted, a fictional nightmare come to life, but the bulge in his jeans was undeniable, throbbing with each heartbeat.
He shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide it, but Minato's knowing glance—sharp, amused—told him it was futile, only deepening the humiliation, making his arousal spike perversely.
Minato's eyes shifted back to Mikasa, drinking in her nervousness like fine wine. It was etched on her face—flushed cheeks glowing pink, parted lips glistening slightly from her nervous lick, the way her breath came in shallow bursts, her chest rising and falling under the summer dress.
But beneath that, he saw the excitement, the way her thighs pressed together subtly, seeking friction against her swelling clit, the faint tremble in her fingers.
She was a vision of conflicted desire, her black hair cascading over her shoulders like silk, her athletic body tense yet yielding, the dress's light fabric outlining her hardened nipples and the curve of her hips.
He could almost smell her arousal, that sweet, musky scent wafting up, mingling with her floral perfume, driving him wild, his own cock stirring in his pants.Mikasa glanced at Eren again, her heart twisting at his discomfort, a sharp pang that made her eyes sting. His eyes begged her to stop, to choose him, to end this madness before it consumed them.
Their relationship teetered on the edge; one wrong move, and it could crumble forever, leaving only ashes of what was once unbreakable love. She knew she should halt it, wrap her arms around Eren and reaffirm their bond, feel his familiar warmth against her.
But the lust was too powerful, a tidal wave crashing over her rationality, drowning out reason in waves of heat. Her pussy ached with need, already slick and throbbing at the mere thought of Minato's massive cock stretching her, the veins pulsing against her walls, filling her in ways that made her toes curl.
Eren had tried, God knows he had—his loving thrusts gentle, intimate—but he could never fill her like that, never make her scream the way Minato did, her voice raw and desperate.
She was lost in this haze of desire, her body shivering with anticipation, goosebumps rising on her arms despite the room's warmth.
The idea of Eren watching only heightened it—his jealousy fueling her exhibitionist thrill, making her feel desired in a way she never had before, like a goddess being worshipped and defiled at once. Conflicted arousal tore at her: love for Eren clashing with the animalistic need for Minato, shame battling ecstasy, her mind screaming no while her body screamed yes.
Eren's mind raced with inner turmoil, a whirlwind of cuckold psychology playing out in real time. He had always known he fell short in bed; Mikasa's moans with him were polite, restrained, never the wild abandon she deserved, the kind he'd fantasized about in dark corners of his mind.
That's why he had suggested opening things up—to keep her, to make her happy, even if it meant sharing her. But this? Watching another man take her in their most intimate space, the room smelling of their shared history? It was torture, a psychological blade twisting in his gut.
His imagination ran wild: Minato's hands on her smooth skin, his cock plunging into her wet heat, her face contorted in ecstasy, moans echoing off the walls. Jealousy clawed at him, raw and feral, but so did a perverse curiosity—a masochistic thrill rooted in the fiction of cuckold tales he'd secretly devoured.
Would she moan louder? Cum harder, her body arching in ways it never did for him? His dick strained painfully against his zipper, pre-cum leaking steadily now, soaking his boxers, arousal mixing with agony in a conflicted storm.
He hated himself for it, the humiliation burning like acid, yet it fueled the fire, making him harder, his breath ragged. He couldn't look away, trapped in the erotic pull of his own degradation.
Minato savored the expressions on their faces—Eren's broken defeat, the way his eyes darted between pain and unwanted lust; Mikasa's hungry submission, her body leaning subtly toward him.
He planned to draw this out, to tease and build until the tension was unbearable, like edging toward an explosive climax. Slow, deliberate touches to make Eren burn with envy, his skin flushing with humiliated heat; to make Mikasa beg for release, her voice breathy and desperate.
This was his conquest, and he intended to enjoy every second of fucking her while her husband witnessed it all, the power intoxicating, his cock already half-hard from the mental foreplay.
With deliberate steps, Minato approached Mikasa, his shoes scuffing softly on the floor. Her nerves ignited like fireworks, a flutter in her stomach that spread lower, making her clit pulse with need, a warm trickle of arousal dampening her thighs.
Eren watched, helpless, as Minato drew near, the air thickening with the scent of impending sex. It was too late now; the line had been crossed.
His wife's body would soon be Minato's playground, and all he could do was bear witness, his heart pounding in sync with his throbbing erection.
But instead of pulling her into a rough embrace, Minato circled behind her, his presence a looming heat at her back, his body radiating warmth that seeped through her dress.
His large hands settled on her slim waist, fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp, the pressure sending electric shocks through her, her skin tingling under his touch, hypersensitive.
"We should take it slowly," he murmured into her ear, his hot breath fanning her neck, sending shivers down her spine, raising hairs on her nape.
"I want you to remember this night forever—the night I fucked you right in front of your husband, and you let it happen. Begged for it, even. Feel how you're trembling already?"His words were like poison-laced honey, seeping into her mind and stoking the fire between her legs, her core clenching with empty need.
As he pressed his crotch against her ass, she felt the hard outline of his massive cock through their clothes—thick, throbbing, promising the fullness she craved, the fabric of her dress and his pants doing little to dull the sensation.
Her pussy clenched involuntarily, juices soaking her panties, a warm slickness that made her inner thighs slippery as she imagined it sliding inside her, stretching her walls, hitting that deep spot that made her vision blur.
She knew she was too far gone; Eren's love couldn't compete with this raw need, this sensory overload. She shouldn't have slept with Minato that first time, the memory of his girth splitting her open flashing in her mind, but now? His dick was an addiction, bigger and better than anything she'd known, veiny and unyielding.
Eren's was adequate, loving, but Minato's stretched her to her limits, hitting spots that made her see stars, her orgasms crashing like waves.
I'm sorry, Eren, she thought, guilt mingling with lust in a heady brew, tears pricking her eyes even as her hips twitched.
But this cock… it's too good, too massive. I can't give it up. I've never felt so alive, so filled, so utterly consumed.Without thinking, she began grinding her ass back against him, the friction delicious even through layers of fabric, the summer dress riding up slightly with each movement, exposing more of her toned thighs.
She could feel every inch of his length, hard and insistent, rubbing against her curves, the heat of him searing through the thin material. Minato groaned softly, a low rumble in his chest that vibrated against her back, his hands guiding her hips, encouraging the motion with firm squeezes.
The fact that Eren was watching only made it hotter—his eyes wide, a mix of horror and unwanted arousal on his face, his breathing audible now, ragged and uneven.
"So, how does it feel to grind your ass on another man's cock right in front of your husband?" Minato whispered, his voice husky, lips brushing her earlobe, nipping lightly and sending sparks down her neck.
The words sent a jolt straight to her core, her arousal spiking like electricity, her clit swelling further, demanding attention. She didn't stop; if anything, she ground harder, circling her hips to feel him fully, the motion making her dress bunch up, the air cool on her heated skin.
Glancing at Eren, she saw the jealousy etched deep—his face red, eyes glassy with unshed tears, yet his hand hovered near his bulge, fingers twitching as if fighting the urge to touch himself, his conflicted arousal evident in the tent of his jeans. It aroused her further, this power she held over both men, a rush of dominance in her submission.
Turning her head slightly, she captured Minato's lips in a light, teasing kiss, her tongue flicking out briefly to taste him—salty, masculine—before pulling back.
Then, in a voice dripping with slutty seduction, breathy and low, she whispered back, "It feels so good… so fucking good. Better than anything."Minato was surprised that she would admit this so boldly, her voice carrying just enough for Eren to hear, the words hanging like smoke.
A thrill ran through him; this was escalating faster than he'd planned, his cock now fully erect, straining against her. Her ass continued to grind against him, the rhythm building, promising more to come, the friction building heat that made sweat bead on his brow.
The room pulsed with their shared lust, the air heavy with the scent of arousal—musky, sweet, intoxicating.Eren's world narrowed to the sight before him, the sensory assault overwhelming.
Mikasa's admission hit like a punch to the gut, jealousy exploding in his chest, a bitter taste on his tongue.
Yet his cock throbbed harder, betraying him, the pre-cum now a steady drip. He wanted to hate it, but the scene was mesmerizing—her body moving with wanton abandon, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, the dress's fabric shifting to reveal glimpses of her curves.
Deep down, he knew this might be the end of them, the cuckold's ultimate fear realized, but the arousal kept him rooted, watching as Minato's hands roamed higher, cupping her breasts through the thin summer dress, the fabric so light it was like touching bare skin.
Mikasa moaned softly, arching into his touch, her back pressing against his chest. Her nipples pebbled under his thumbs, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her clit, each circle making her gasp, her breath hot and uneven.
She was drenched now, her panties clinging to her folds, sticky and uncomfortable, every grind making her ache for more, her inner walls fluttering.
Guilt flickered like a dying flame, but lust overwhelmed it, a roaring inferno. She wanted Eren to see how good it felt, to understand why she couldn't stop—the conflicted arousal tearing her apart, love and lust at war.
Maybe, in some twisted way, it would free them both, or bind them in new, darker ways.Minato squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples just hard enough to elicit a gasp, the pain-pleasure mix making her knees weaken.
"That's right, Mikasa. Show him how much you want this. Let him hear you moan for me." His cock pulsed against her ass, pre-cum dampening his pants, the wet spot growing.
He was rock-hard, eager to bury himself inside her tight heat, feel her velvet walls grip him, but he held back, savoring the buildup, the psychological tease.
Eren shifted, his own arousal unbearable, a pressure building in his groin that demanded release.
"Mikasa… please," he whispered, voice cracking like glass, raw with emotion. But she didn't stop, her eyes locking with his as she ground harder, the motion hypnotic.
"I'm sorry, Eren," she murmured, though her voice lacked true remorse, laced instead with breathy need. "But I need this. His cock… it's everything. It makes me feel so full, so wanted."
The confession hung in the air, amplifying the tension, her words a dagger to Eren's heart yet fuel to his twisted desire.Minato chuckled darkly, a low vibration against her back.
"Hear that, Eren? Your wife needs my cock. And you're going to watch her take every inch, hear her scream my name while you stroke yourself in shame."The words fueled Mikasa's fire, her body trembling with need, sweat glistening on her skin.
She pressed back harder, feeling Minato's length twitch in response, the heat building to unbearable levels. The room spun with emotions—jealousy, lust, shame—all blending into an erotic haze, the air thick with their mingled breaths and scents.
As Minato's hands slid lower, dipping toward the hem of her summer dress, fingers brushing the bare skin of her thighs, Mikasa's breath hitched, a whimper escaping her lips.
She knew what was coming, and her pussy wept in anticipation, slick trails down her legs. Eren's heart raced, torn between stopping it and letting it unfold, his hand now palming his bulge unconsciously.
The air crackled with impending ecstasy, every sense heightened—the rustle of fabric, the wet sounds of arousal, the heavy breathing.But Minato took his time, whispering more filthy promises into her ear, his tongue tracing the shell.
"I'm going to strip you slow, make you beg for it while he watches. Feel how hard I am for you? That's all for your tight little pussy."
"Yes," she breathed, grinding shamelessly, her clit throbbing with each movement, building toward an edge she craved to tumble over, her dress now hiked up dangerously high.
Eren couldn't tear his eyes away, his dick straining painfully, the fabric chafing. The humiliation burned like fire in his veins, but so did the heat, a conflicted arousal that made him dizzy—wanting to see her unravel, to witness the pleasure he couldn't give, even as it destroyed him inside.
Minato's fingers teased the hem of her dress, slipping just inside to brush her inner thighs, inches from her soaked panties. Mikasa whimpered, her inner walls clenching emptily, the touch like fire on her skin.
She was so wet, so ready, the anticipation agonizing, her scent filling the room."Tell him, Mikasa," Minato urged, his voice a growl.
"Tell your husband how wet you are for me. How your pussy's dripping just from grinding on my cock."She hesitated, a flicker of conflict in her eyes, then met Eren's gaze, seeing the tears and the bulge.
"I'm soaked, Eren. For him. I can't help it— it's running down my legs, all because of how he makes me feel."The admission broke something in Eren, tears pricking his eyes, a sob catching in his throat, but his hand finally moved to his zipper, unable to resist the pull, the cuckold's surrender complete in that moment.
Minato grinned, pressing harder against her, his fingers inching higher. This was just the beginning.
- ——————— ———-
Join my p@treon Dark_Bones for extra 50 chapters.
On every 10 power points you will get one extra chapter.
So make sure to give me your power stones
———————