Satsuki laughed again, shaking her head, her breasts brushing against my chest.
"You're so cute." She kissed me, the softest, most tender kiss she had ever given me.
Then, with a soft smile, she pulled away. Her fiery gaze swept over the bed where Mei Ling lay unconscious, before settling back on me.
Satsuki turned and, in a slow, calculated movement that made me hold my breath, she climbed onto the bed.
She lay down next to Mei Ling. The contrast between their bodies' sexuality was undeniable; while Satsuki had a beauty that was both elegant and vulgar, Mei Ling possessed a more vulnerable, maternal beauty.
Satsuki settled into the soft duvet, arms and legs spread, relaxed, exposing herself completely. Her naked body was a silent, devastating invitation.
Beautiful.
My eyes fixed on her figure. Her full breasts were taut, her hard, pink nipples seeming to pierce the air, erect and pulsing with desire. The line of her slender waist descended to her wide hips and toned thighs, which parted to reveal the pink, swollen slit of her pussy.
The dim bedroom light reflected off the wetness dripping from her arousal, lightly staining the white sheet. She was open and ready for me, a smile of satisfaction painted on her lips.
It was the pinnacle of her vulnerability and, at the same time, her control: a woman completely surrendered, yet still setting the pace.
"So, are you just going to stand there admiring me, Ren?" she asked, her voice low and hoarse, a direct invitation that set my veins on fire.
The warmth I had felt in my chest transformed into an animalistic urgency. I couldn't wait. The sight of Satsuki so exposed, her thighs parting in total surrender, and Mei Ling—the memory of betrayal—lying beside her, was an intoxicating cocktail of possession and triumph.
My hand trembled. I looked down at the teddy bear shirt and pants I was wearing. Taking them off felt like an eternity.
And I definitely didn't want to waste any more time.
I'm tired of holding back!
With a grunt, I grabbed the pink shirt by the collar and ripped the fabric. The sound of cotton tearing echoed in the room, a scream of impatience. Next, I grabbed the waistband of my purple pants and pulled so hard the jeans ripped at the seam, along with my underwear.
The clothes fell to the floor in a shapeless heap.
I was naked, my hard, pulsing cock pointing right at Satsuki. My chest heaved, pure, raw desire replacing any rational thought.
A thin smile appeared on my lips.
Finally!
Without waiting any longer, I lunged onto the bed in a single movement.
Satsuki let out a breathless gasp as I mounted her. My hot, naked body pressed against hers, feeling the shock and softness of her skin against mine.
There were no preliminaries. No need to grope or kiss.
I gripped her wide hips with predatory strength and penetrated her with a single, violent, deep thrust.
My cock plunged all at once into the slippery, tight depths of her pussy, hitting her cervix with a delicious pressure that made Satsuki gasp beneath me. Her wet heat and internal contractions made me let out a guttural groan.
No matter how often I do this, Satsuki will always be the best!
Her body trembled, the shock of the impact colliding with the joy of pleasure.
"Ah, Ren!"
She didn't scream, but let out a hoarse laugh, mixed with a moan that was pure satisfaction. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper.
If that was even possible.
"Why the rush, my love?" she asked, her voice thick with arousal and pleasure. Her gaze was one of savage triumph. "Did you miss me that much, or did the show from earlier make you impatient?"
I didn't answer. Instead, I started to move.
Slow at first, the penetration deep and deliberate, feeling every inch of her squeeze me. Then the rhythm quickened, turning into a series of relentless, fast, and furious thrusts that made the mattress rock and her breasts bounce.
"More... Ren! Harder!" Satsuki begged, her hips arching to meet me with every impact.
The sound of flesh slapping was loud and profane, a soundtrack for the spectacle. I gripped her ass, feeling my fingers sink into the pliable flesh.
That seemed to excite Satsuki, because her pussy began to tighten around me harder, her love juices sliding down my cock, making every thrust easier.
The pleasure was so great that time and the outside world seemed to cease to exist. There was only Satsuki and me, our bodies slamming together in a frenzy of desire.
I could see the ecstasy in her eyes, her lips curved in a lewd smile, drool constantly trickling from her mouth.
Hahahahah.
It seems she's also lost in her own little world of pleasure.
And then, I looked to the side.
Mei Ling was there.
Sleeping.
Or at least it seemed that way.
Her face was turned toward us, and I could have sworn I saw a slight tremble in her lips, the tip of her tongue brushing against them.
But her eyes remained firmly shut.
The heat of Satsuki's pussy, her moans, the touch of our naked, sweaty bodies—everything was being offered, without barriers, to the "unconscious" neighbor beside us.
Agh!
Satsuki's pussy feels like it was made for me; she knows exactly how to squeeze my cock to make me feel pleasure.
I'm not going to last much longer like this!
With one last deep thrust, I came violently inside her, emptying my seed with the force of a tidal wave into her womb.
Satsuki screamed my name, her muscles clenching and trapping my member, as if she wanted to milk me completely. She shattered in a long, ecstatic orgasm, hugging me tightly.
We lay there, panting, bodies stuck together, sweat mingled, the bed now shared by three people—two exhausted lovers and one silent spectator.
My heart had already calmed down, returning to its usual apathy. But that warm feeling never left my memory.
Is this love?
Do I love Satsuki?
I looked at Satsuki, her face wet with sweat and tears. She smiled, her smile both seductive and loving.
I lay down beside her, pulling her to my chest. She nestled against me, satisfied, her fingers gently tracing the outline of my muscles as her breathing steadied.
The smell of Mei Ling, semen, and Satsuki's floral perfume filled the air.
Satsuki lifted her head and gave me a soft kiss on the jaw, murmuring, "I love you, Ren. And thank you for the fun." Her eyes moved to the sleeping figure beside us. "I think our guest needed that as much as we did."
At Satsuki's words, I turned to the side, my eyes fixed on Mei Ling.
She was completely still, her breathing slow and even. But I couldn't ignore the slight tremble of her lower lip.
She was definitely awake.
"Satsuki," I said, my voice low and tense. "I think our guest... isn't sleeping anymore. I think your moans woke her up."
"You..." Satsuki gave my shoulder a playful pat, but her smile widened. "Whose fault is that?"
She pushed up on her elbows, ignoring the semen dripping down her thighs, and looked directly at Mei Ling.
"Well, well. The neighbor is awake." Satsuki's voice was sweet as honey, but full of provocation. "Better than a hotel, isn't it, darling? A soft bed, the AC on, and a private show as a bonus."
Mei Ling, unable to pretend any longer, opened her eyes. Her raspberry-colored eyes were red, and the deepest blush I had ever seen covered her face. She tried to shrink away, which made the teddy bear shirt ride up her thighs, but she couldn't pull back.
I could see it; the urge to flee was being held back by something darker.
Maybe the hope of being next?
Her gaze, filled with an overwhelming mix of shame, humiliation, and undeniable lust, fixed on me.
"I... I'm sorry," she managed to whisper, her voice hoarse and low, almost a plea for mercy. "I didn't mean to see..."
I sat up in bed, facing her with my impassive expression.
"You didn't mean to see, Mei Ling?" My voice was cold, cutting the tension. I raised my hand and, with my thumb, wiped a trace of semen from the corner of Mei Ling's mouth. "Your lips didn't seem so sorry under the table. They seemed eager and hungry."
Satsuki laughed, leaning in to kiss my thumb.
"Don't be rude, Ren," Satsuki said with a false reprimand. "Mei Ling is our guest. Maybe she needs a little more... hospitality."
Satsuki, with a wicked, seductive smile, reached out her hand toward Mei Ling's trembling body.
"So, how about you stop pretending to be asleep, neighbor? Ren still has energy for a second or third round, and this time, you're invited to truly participate."
Mei Ling gripped the hem of t-shirt, the thin fabric bunching in her fists. Her breathing was shallow and rapid. The scene of Satsuki, naked and satisfied, in contrast to her own nudity covered only by my clothes, seemed to be tearing her apart inside.
"What's wrong, darling?" Satsuki's voice was sweet, but held a sharp edge of challenge. She pushed up a little higher on her elbows, her naked body arching with feline grace. "You seem... conflicted."
Mei Ling swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on the perfect line of Satsuki's cleavage, her breasts swaying slightly with the movement.
"I... I can't," she managed to say, her voice barely audible. "I can't cheat on my husband. I love him."
What a funny thing.
The woman who gave me a blowjob a few minutes ago now claims to love her absent husband.
"Hahahahah."
I couldn't help it, and let out a short, hoarse laugh, breaking the tension. My body was still pressed against Satsuki's, my semi-erect cock pulsing.
"You love him?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Mei Ling, your husband is probably cheating on you right this second, with any woman he finds on his 'business trips.' He left you locked outside an apartment, and you're here, begging for affection, while he's sticking his cock in someone else."
Mei Ling's face twisted in pain.
"No! You're wrong, Ren! He... he would never do that!" she tried to protest, attempting to protect the fragile image of her marriage.
In a quick, imperceptible movement, Satsuki's hand slid to Mei Ling's thigh, which was exposed by the rumpled shirt. Her firm fingers pinched the soft flesh.
There was a sharp, muffled moan.
"Nnnh! Why did you do that?" Mei Ling whimpered, panic filling her eyes.
Satsuki smiled, a lewd, maternal smile. Her hand now caressed the spot she had pinched. She leaned in and gently took Mei Ling's hands, uncurling her grip from the hem of the teddy bear shirt.
"Shhh. We're alone, darling," Satsuki whispered, her voice silky and persuasive. She squeezed Mei Ling's hands. "Your husband will never find out. He's miles away, and when he gets back, you'll be here, more satisfied and happy. It's not wrong to want to have fun."
She traced Mei Ling's pulse with her thumb.
"The love you feel for him won't change because of a few minutes of pleasure. Think of it as... therapy."
Mei Ling's hesitation was palpable. Her eyes were locked on Satsuki's, reason warring with the desire Satsuki and I had ignited.
Satsuki saw the moment of surrender, and with a victorious smile, she tugged the hem of the t-shirt covering Mei Ling, sliding it up. The wrinkled fabric rose up her abdomen and bunched above her breasts, leaving the lower half of her body naked and exposed.
The contrast was breathtaking: the neighbor's pale, milky skin, flushed with the heat of her shame, was now fully revealed.
Mei Ling didn't resist.
She was completely given over to Satsuki's seductive manipulation.
Satsuki didn't wait. She sat up, her legs still tangled with mine, and used her free hand to spread Mei Ling's thighs.
"Look, Ren," Satsuki said, her voice full of dark pride. "She's completely soaked. Her pussy is overflowing. She's ready to take your cock inside her."
Mei Ling, with a ragged breath, closed her eyes. Her lips trembled and parted slightly, a posture of total surrender, shame warring with arousal.
The scene before me was the pinnacle of diabolical seduction.
Mei Ling's naked body, with her ashamed yet excited expression, her eyes squeezed shut and her face flushed, was completely surrendered to the pleasure we could offer.
Satsuki was hugging her from the side, pressing her full breasts against her arm. Her right hand was spreading and opening the lips of Mei Ling's pussy. Her swollen, pink vaginal lips were exposed, and wetness dripped in slow drops from the opening of her wet hole.
Satsuki's left hand, meanwhile, was exploring her own pussy. She massaged her own swollen lips, still overflowing with my fresh semen, in lewd, circular motions.
A lewd and seductive succubus had taken the place of the shy, vulnerable woman Satsuki had been moments before.
I admired the sight. The way Satsuki had manipulated the situation, turning sadness into lust and fidelity into submission.
She was brilliant. Diabolically brilliant.
Satsuki looked at me, her wicked smile widening.
"Which one of us are you going to fuck first, Ren?" she asked, her voice low and hoarse. "Me or her?"