“Huh?” Toji called from the kitchen, sitting up from working underneath the sink. He saw his wife and son in the living room, with Megumi dancing around the woman and laughing happily.

Sometimes, it was hard to believe this was his life now. Compared to what he did before meeting {{user}}, this was..paradise.

"My, my, you're looking rather plump tonight," he commented in amusement from the doorway to their room as he leaned against the frame casually, arms folded over his chest. "What do you think, are they ready for harvesting yet?"

Without taking her eyes off her reflection, Yuki turned her head slightly toward Toji and narrowed her eyes playfully. She couldn't help but smile as she said, "Maybe later." Her breasts rose and fell with each breath before settling down again.

"You know what I think?" He began as he stepped away from the door frame and sauntered over to her. "I think that even if they haven't grown in size, they've certainly filled out. And I have a feeling it's all thanks to this handsome man by your side," he smiled, reaching up to cup one of her breasts gently before beginning to knead and squeeze it.

"So yeah, if you ask me... they're more than ready for harvesting."

His eyes glinted as he stared into her chest, feeling the warmth emanating from within. "Mmm... no thanks," he murmured, continuing to fondle and knead gently. "But I think Megumi would love some." Glancing up at his wife with a grin, he leaned in closer to nibble on her neck, then whispered against her skin: "I can help you finish tonight, if you'd like."

His words sent a shiver down her spine as he spoke against her skin. A warmth spread through her body, making her heart race. As he continued to caress and massage her breast, she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. "Thank you," she whispered softly before taking his hand and guiding it lower, to the waistband of her pajama bottoms.

"Mmm... if you say so," he replied casually with a grin as his hand drifted lower still, sliding between her legs to caress her already wet folds. "But then again," Toji continued, his voice deepening and becoming more husky, "I'm biased." As his fingers expertly worked to bring her pleasure, he leaned in even closer, tongue flicking across her neck before latching onto a particularly sensitive spot, sucking gently.

My hands begin to move in tandem with my lips and tongue, caressing and massaging her swollen folds as I explore every inch of her moist heat. Her hips begin to buck against my touch, her breath coming out in short, ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her. "Like this?" I murmur between kisses, relishing the feel and taste of her arousal on my tongue. "Or is there something else you'd like?"

I smile against her skin, pleased with the effect I'm having on her. "Oh really? And what have you been up to, naughty girl?" I ask teasingly before slipping a finger inside her wet heat, feeling her body tighten around me in response. "Tell me all about it," I urge as my fingers begin to move in and out of her, finding and triggering her sweet spots with practiced precision. "And maybe... when you've told me everything..." I trail off, voice dropping into a deeper register as I hover over her, hardening against her thigh. "Maybe I'll let my naughty little girl enjoy some punishment," I whisper before pressing forward, sliding myself deep inside of her.

I let out a low chuckle as I continue to thrust in and out of her, feeling her body grip me tightly with each stroke. "Oh? You don't say," I reply between breaths, reaching up to tweak one of her nipples roughly. "I bet that man liked seeing you twerk." The rhythm of my hips picks up as adrenaline begins to course through me, matching the heat building within her body. "You're such a dirty girl," I growl against her ear before biting down gently on her lobe.

As she twerks against me, I groan low in my throat, hands moving to grip her hips tightly as I thrust deeper into her wet heat with each stride. My breath comes out in harsh gasps now, body tensing with every exhale as my release draws nearer and nearer. "Fuck," I mutter, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure washes over me like a wave, "You're so fucking good."

"Oh god..." I gasp, my eyes squeezing shut as pleasure washes over me in waves. I pump into her harder now, feeling the tightness of her walls and the heat surrounding me as I approach the brink of my release. "Fuck, Yuki," I groan, voice thick with lust and desire, "You're unbelievable." With a final thrust deep inside her, I let out a hoarse cry, coming hard as my seed spills deep into her welcoming body. My hips stutter to a stop, leaving me buried fully within her as I catch my breath, trembling from the sheer force of my orgasm.

"Here you go," I panted as I guided her head down to his cock. "Suck it." His words were thick with desire and command, his eyes fixed on her face as she lowered herself down onto him, taking him deeper into her mouth. He closed his eyes briefly in blissful surrender before leaning forward to rest a hand on the back of her head, guiding her movements up and down his length. "That's it... suck me clean," I groaned, arching my hips off the bed as she expertly worked her mouth over him.

My hips jerk forward as she takes me deeper into her mouth, the sensation nearly overwhelming. Her hand begins to massage my length, eliciting a low groan from me as pleasure ripples through my body. "Fuck... you're incredible," I whisper hoarsely between ragged breaths, tightening my grip on her hair and urging her faster. My movements become more erratic as the pressure builds within me, desperate for release. "I'm going to cum," I warn her, voice trembling with need as I reach down to stroke her hair. But even then, she doesn't stop, continuing to suck and lick at me until finally, my entire body tenses up and releases in a long, shuddering groan. My seed shoots hotly into the back of her throat as my hips stutter one final time before stilling completely. With a gasp, I pull my cock from her mouth and collapse onto the bed beside her, spent but satisfied. "Wow," I breathe out raggedly, feeling the sweat cool on my skin. "I didn't know you had that in you."

I chuckle softly, amused and aroused at her defiance despite the aftermath of our passionate encounter. "You're something else, you know that?" Reaching over, I run a finger along her jaw before trailing it downward to brush against her swollen folds. "Tell me what else you've been up to tonight," I whisper, eyes intent on hers as I wait for her reply.

I lean in closer, my lips grazing against her ear as I ask teasingly, "Or are you just saying that to make me jealous?" My finger slides lower between her folds, pressing against the wet heat before circling around her entrance, causing her to gasp and arch into my touch.

"Because if that's the case," I continue huskily as I begin to thrust my fingers slowly in and out of her, "I should warn you... I don't share well." The words are laced with a possessive desire that betrays any jealousy I might be feeling. Instead, it only serves to stoke the fire within me, making me harder just thinking about claiming her completely.

The words land like a punch to the gut and Toji's eyes narrow. He pulls his hand back, fingers still slick with her arousal as he studies her reaction intently. His nostrils flare slightly before he gives a humorless laugh. "Is that so?" he replies, voice cold and flat now. "Then perhaps I should make you prove it."

Without warning, Toji reaches out to grip her roughly by the hair, yanking her head back in an almost painful motion as his other hand curls into a fist at his side. His eyes meet hers once more and there's a dangerous glint there now. "Tell me the truth, Yuki," he growls through clenched teeth. "Or do you really want to find out just how much trouble lying to your husband can get you into?"

His grip on her hair tightens ever so slightly as his gaze bores into hers, searching for even the faintest crack in her defenses. It's a dangerous game they're playing now, and Toji knows it. But he also can't help but enjoy the thrill of it all, the power dynamic shifting back and forth between them like waves on the ocean. And as much as he hates to admit it, even if she is lying... there's something about this tension that only serves to heighten his arousal further.

I lean in closer, my lips inches away from her ear as I whisper softly, "It's okay to tell me the truth." My hand on her hair slackens slightly, allowing a small measure of comfort before it tenses again with practiced precision. "I won't be angry... and I promise not to hurt you. So please..."

My other hand moves from its fist to cup her breast through the thin material of her pajamas, rolling and pinching her nipple roughly as I add in a husky tone, "...just tell me."

My hand on her breast tightens reflexively at her admission, knuckles whitening as anger and desire war within me. "You let him fuck you?" I hiss through gritted teeth, my eyes burning with rage now. But even as I feel the familiar red haze of jealousy begin to cloud my thoughts, I can't help but remember her words earlier: I don't share well.

With a harsh laugh, I release her hair and roughly push her back onto the bed, straddling her hips as I lean down to capture her mouth in a savage kiss. My tongue thrusts between her lips, dueling for dominance with hers as my free hand grasps at the waistband of her pajama bottoms, yanking them down roughly. Her bare ass is revealed to me, and despite everything I'm feeling, all rational thought flees in an instant, leaving only desire.

My fingers wrap around my hard length, stroking and slicking it as I lower myself onto her, thrusting deep inside her aching folds. Her cries of pleasure mix with the harsh sounds of our rough breathing as I begin a relentless pounding motion, determined to claim every inch of her body as my own.

I'm lost in the heat and the fury, but there's something else there too: A shred of truth in what she said earlier about not sharing well. Because as much as I want to punish her, this feel of her tight, slick channel wrapped around me... it's like coming home. Like we belong together.

And maybe that's the real reason why jealousy and anger are overwhelmed by lust and possessiveness: Because in the end, my biggest fear isn't losing Yuki to another man. It'

What the hell? I freeze for a moment, one hand still wrapped around my length as I stare down at the vibrator clutched in her other hand. The sudden realization of what she's been up to washes over me like a cold shower. My heart pounds erratically in my chest and my vision narrows, focusing solely on her slick folds surrounding my cock.

Fuck. I close my eyes for a moment, struggling to regain control of myself as my anger threatens to boil over once more. But beneath it all, there's still that faint thread of desire, the need to claim her completely and possessively. With a low growl, I lean forward, nipples grazing against her hardened buds before biting down lightly, tasting blood as my hips begin to move again, driving me deeper inside her.

"You like this, don't you?" I grind out through gritted teeth, still unable to look at her face. "Being used by another man while my cock cums for you? You want it all, don't you?" My hands grip tighter as I thrust harder, the vibrations from the toy only serving to heighten the sensation of being filled by her tight warmth.

My grip on her hips tightens painfully as I bury myself balls-deep inside her and begin to move with a brutal frenzy, determined to make her feel every inch of me while my cock throbs with anticipation for release. My anger is still there, but it's muted now by the overwhelming need to claim her, mark her as mine. The vibrations from the toy only serve to heighten the sensation as they stroke against my length, and I can feel my control slipping further and further away with every thrust.

I lean in closer, nipples grazing against hers once more before I bite down harder, tasting her blood mingling with my own. "You're going to tell me the truth now," I growl out through gritted teeth, words punctuated by each hard thrust into her body. "Or I swear... I'll make you scream for it."

My words catch in my throat at her confession and the last threads of control snap, snatching my sanity away with them. I can feel myself losing it, the urge to dominate and claim her overwhelming everything else. With a savage growl that echoes through the room, I lift her higher onto me, hips flexed as I drive deep into her tight heat in an almost painful thrust. My free hand fists itself in her hair, yanking roughly back before slamming her head down onto the bed with enough force to make her cry out.

I can feel my release building, coiling tighter and tighter inside me as I lose myself in the brutal motion of our bodies. "Is that it?" My voice is hoarse from shouting, from pain, from desire. "You want your husband to punish you? Well..." With a final powerful thrust, I let out a shuddering groan and come hard, spilling my seed deep inside her as my hips snap forward, expelling every ounce of my pent-up lust. My hand in her hair gentles slightly, guiding her head to the side so she doesn't choke on my release as I collapse against her chest, still buried deep within her.

For several long moments we lay there together, panting and gasping for air, as the last echoes of our frenzied lovemaking fade away. My heart rate begins to slow, returning to its normal rhythm and with it comes a sense of shame that rises up within me like bile in the back of my throat. What have I done? How could I...?