Mikasa couldn't believe it—that she had begged for another man's dick right in front of her husband.
The words had tumbled out of her lips like a forbidden confession, echoing in the charged air of their bedroom. She had insulted Eren, degraded their marriage, by pleading for Minato's cock so shamelessly.
Yet, she wasn't stopping. No, she was pushing further, her body betraying her with every grind of her ass against Minato's hardening bulge. She should have stopped there, pulled away, salvaged whatever dignity remained. But she didn't.
The act of begging for another man's dick right in front of Eren—it was exciting her in ways she couldn't deny. A rush of nervous heat flushed her cheeks, embarrassment twisting in her gut like a knot, but she couldn't stop now. She craved Minato's dick in her pussy, and she would do anything for it.
Anything.
She glanced at Eren, who sat rigidly in the chair across the room, his eyes locked on the scene unfolding before him. Yeah, he's liking it, she thought, her mind racing to justify her actions.
He wants me to beg for another man's dick; otherwise, why would he allow it? No man would want his wife to plead for someone else's cock, but Eren is letting it happen. He's not stopping me. Deep down, she convinced herself that it wasn't just her desire fueling this fire. Her husband wanted to see her getting fucked by Minato, buried balls-deep inside her.
She knew she was rationalizing, twisting the truth to ease her guilt. This is wrong, she admitted silently, so fucking wrong. Another man touching me right in front of my husband, and Eren hasn't said no. If he wants me to stop, he should just say it.
He doesn't have the guts? It's his mistake for not stopping me. Her mind spun webs of excuses, desperately trying to convince her that she wasn't the villain here—that she wasn't drunk on lust, even if, deep down, she knew she was utterly intoxicated.Eren couldn't believe it either.
His wife, Mikasa—the woman he had vowed to love forever—was begging for another man's dick right in front of him. She wasn't even trying to hide it; she was shamelessly pleading, her voice husky with need. I knew I wasn't able to sexually satisfy her, he thought bitterly, the admission stabbing at his pride.
That's why I allowed her to sleep with another man in the first place. But there were boundaries—clear fucking boundaries I set. And now she's bypassed all of them without a care. He wouldn't stop her from seeking pleasure elsewhere, but this? Fucking another man right in front of him? It was a line crossed, a betrayal that burned. Maybe this relationship is over already, he pondered, his heart sinking. I was just trying to stretch it longer, clinging to hope.
I was wrong.
The room felt smaller, suffocating, as he watched her hips roll against Minato, her body language screaming desire.
She continued to grind her ass on Minato, the friction sending sparks through her core. His hand rested between her thighs, tantalizingly close to her panties but not quite touching.
The tease was maddening. He kept his palm on her inner thighs, starting to massage them with firm, deliberate strokes.
"You have very thick thighs, Mikasa," he said, his voice low and commanding, laced with appreciation.
"And you know, I love thick thighs."Mikasa didn't respond at first. She was too embarrassed, her face burning as he toyed with her like a plaything.
He was touching her right in front of her husband, his fingers inching closer but denying her the full contact she craved. His hand hovered just between her thighs, a promise of more humiliation to come.
He knows he's going to humiliate Eren completely tonight, she thought, a thrill mixing with her shame. He's going to make me beg for his dick, and I'm letting it happen because I can't live without it.Minato continued massaging her thighs, his touch igniting her skin, making her pulse race.
"My mouth is watering just from massaging your thighs, Mikasa," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
"How sinful of a body you have. You've kept it all to your husband? That's a sin. You should have been mine all along."The words sent a shiver down her spine, his whispers like velvet chains binding her.
Eren watched, silent, his fists clenched. If you're going to fuck me, just do it fast, Mikasa pleaded inwardly. Push your fucking hard dick inside my pussy and be done with it. Why are you dragging this out, enjoying your fantasies? She complained in her mind, frustration building alongside her arousal.
"You know you should respond when a person is speaking to you," Minato chided, his tone playful yet authoritative.
"Especially when that person is the leader of your village and you are his property."Mikasa swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she forced the words out.
"It feels good, my Lord, but you should take off my clothes now and fuck me. I'm already wet for your dick." The admission made her cheeks flame with embarrassment and nerves, saying those filthy words right in front of Eren, who continued to watch, his expression a mask of pain and something darker—arousal?
"Ohhhh… my lovely Mikasa," Minato purred, his eyes gleaming with dominance.
"I'm going to make you beg for it. I won't put it inside your pussy unless you beg, right in front of your husband. You'll plead for my endowed dick before him, and you won't be able to do anything but take it when I fuck you."Mikasa could feel her pussy clench at his words, wetness soaking her panties.
Because I can feel it—my pussy getting wetter just from hearing him, she thought, horrified yet thrilled.
"No, don't say those words," she tried to protest, feigning anger, but her voice lacked conviction. It was clear she wasn't truly mad; her body betrayed her, pressing closer to him.
Eren felt the shame wash over him like acid. He's shaming me right in front of my wife, and she's allowing it, he thought, each of Minato's words a knife twisting in his heart. But what hurt more was Mikasa's inaction.
She wasn't pushing him away, wasn't defending their marriage. If she was angry, she should have punched him or shoved him back. She should have stopped grinding her ass on him when he insulted me, but she didn't.
She's allowing all of this because she's enjoying it. She's enjoying humiliating me. She wants another man's hands on her right in front of me. She wants to fuck him while I watch. The realization stung, but beneath the pain, his own cock stirred traitorously in his pants, a confusing mix of jealousy and excitement.
Suddenly, Minato's hand moved from her thighs straight to her pussy, covered only by the thin black panties adorned with delicate butterfly designs.
These were the same panties she had bought on Minato's command, but she had worn them tonight for her date with Eren, planning to surprise him later, to reignite their spark. Now, Minato was the one enjoying them, and the irony sent shivers through her body.
The thing I wore to please my husband is now pleasing another man, she thought, a twisted thrill coursing through her.
"Ahhhhh… yes… touch me more," she moaned, her hands clenching the fabric of her summer dress, knuckles white.His fingers gently started to rub her pussy through the lace, slow and deliberate, building the pressure inch by inch. The sensation was electric, her clit throbbing under his touch.
"Mmmmh," Mikasa moaned louder, her hips bucking slightly as Minato's hand worked her over. He was doing it so slowly, torturously, making her ache for more. He's going to make me beg, just like he said, right in front of Eren.
His other hand slid from her waist up to her breast, still covered by the dress and bra beneath. He squeezed it firmly, kneading the soft flesh.
"Your boobs are so big and soft," he murmured, his voice dripping with lust.
"Mmmmh… yeah," Mikasa breathed, her mind screaming for release.
Just tear this dress off my body and fuck me, she thought desperately. It's becoming too much—I'm too excited, too needy.Minato continued to squeeze her breast and rub her pussy, his movements gentle yet insistent, as she pressed her body fully against him.
She took a deep breath to steady herself, but it did nothing. His hands were assaulting her weak spots, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.
"Ahhhh… ahhh… I'm going to come," she gasped, her voice breaking.Eren stared in disbelief.
She's saying she's going to come just from him touching her pussy and squeezing her boobs? He thought, a pang of inadequacy hitting him hard.
She never came just from touching like this with me. But now, with him? Is this why she wants him—because he can satisfy her better than I ever could?
The jealousy burned, but he couldn't look away, his own arousal growing despite the humiliation.
Just as Mikasa teetered on the edge, her body tensing for release, Minato pulled his hands away—from her pussy, from her breast. The sudden absence left her gasping, frustrated, her orgasm snatched away.Feeling the void, she whirled around, her eyes wide with need.
"Why?" she demanded, her voice laced with desperation."Oh, don't worry, Mikasa," Minato soothed, a smirk playing on his lips.
"It's a long night, and I'll make sure you come as many times as you want. But not now."Mikasa wanted to scream, to beg him to finish what he started, that she needed to come right now.
But she knew protesting would be futile; he was in control. So, she bit her lip and said nothing, her body humming with unfulfilled desire.
"Oh, don't be angry," he teased. "I'm not like your husband. I'll fuck you till the morning."The mention of Eren snapped her back to reality. He's right here, in our room, watching all of this, she thought, guilt flickering briefly before lust drowned it out. But before she could dwell on it, Minato issued his next command.
"Now, take off my clothes," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.Mikasa hesitated, her eyes flicking to Eren, who sat silently, his face a storm of emotions.
But then, slowly, she complied. Her fingers trembled as she started with his shirt, unbuttoning it one by one. The room pulsed with tension, the air thick with suspense and forbidden energy.
As the fabric parted, revealing his chiseled chest, she couldn't help but admire his muscles—rippling, defined, so much more commanding than Eren's. Her hands unconsciously trailed to his abs, feeling the hard ridges under her fingertips. The touch sent a jolt through her, her pussy clenching in response.
"You can touch them all night," Minato interrupted, his voice amused. "But now, take off my pants."She glanced at Eren again, searching for any sign of protest, but he remained mute.
Why isn't he stopping this? she wondered, a mix of pity and excitement stirring in her. With deliberate slowness, she unbuckled his belt, the metallic clink echoing like a gunshot in the quiet room.
"Can you sit, my Lord? I'll have to take off your boots," she said softly, her voice submissive.
"Oh, of course, how could I forget?" Minato chuckled, settling onto the bed—the very bed where she and Eren had shared intimate moments.
Now, it was Minato's throne. Mikasa knelt before him, her heart pounding as she untied his shoelaces, slipping off his boots one by one. The act felt servile, erotic, her position emphasizing her surrender.
Finally, she tugged down his pants, revealing the massive bulge straining against his underwear. His dick throbbed visibly, like a caged beast eager to be freed.Her hand reached out instinctively, cupping the bulge through the fabric.
The heat radiated through, searing her palm.
"It's so hot and big," she murmured, the words escaping before she could stop them. She had meant to keep it in her mind, but the lust had loosened her tongue.
"Oh, I know that. You're not the first woman to say it," Minato replied smugly.
"Now, turn around. I'm going to take off your dress as your husband watches all of this."Mikasa obeyed, turning to face Eren.
Their eyes met, and she saw the hurt etched deep in his gaze—but also, unmistakably, the tent in his pants, his hand having been rubbing it moments ago. He averted his eyes quickly, pulling his hand away, but the image burned into her mind.
He's hard, she realized with a twisted satisfaction. He's aroused by this—by watching me with another man.Minato stood behind her, his presence looming. The tip of his cock, still confined, pressed firmly against her ass, a promise of what's to come.
His hands went to the knots on her shoulders, holding her summer dress in place. He undid the first one on her right shoulder, his fingers lingering, caressing her skin with feather-light touches that made her shiver.
The fabric loosened, exposing more of her flesh. Soon, the other knot followed, and with a slow, deliberate pull, he dragged the dress down her body, letting it pool at her feet.
She stood there in only her black bra and panties, both adorned with intricate butterfly designs—matching, seductive, now on full display for Minato.A wave of nervousness crashed over her, but it was laced with eagerness.
She turned to face him, her breath shallow. Minato pulled her into his embrace, their near-naked bodies pressing together. Skin on skin, heat merging.
She could feel the full length of his dick pressing between her thighs and against her pussy, separated only by thin fabric. It throbbed against her, massive and insistent. Her hands roamed across his broad back, hugging him tightly, fingers digging into his muscles.
His hands mirrored hers, sliding gently down her back, exploring every curve.
One hand ventured lower, cupping her ass, squeezing the firm flesh before delivering a light spank that echoed softly in the room, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her.
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