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“Mmm..nmm….haa haa…. Slurp… Mmmphh.”
Iofi bops her head vigorously, running her mouth across the shaft of her husband’s dick. Having received some pointers from her friends, she confidently offered to blow her husband’s cock and mind.
“Puahh….. Huh..?”
But that confidence shattered, smashing to the ground in a free fall as she removed her mouth to see his dick still limping and flaccid. [Eh, why?] Iofi asks herself, her body shudders of nervous chills despite the supposedly hot intimate session. The same nervous chill runs inside her husband, passively lying on the bed receiving his wife’s service.
[Why…? Why can’t I get hard?] Cold sweat runs down the side of his forehead, asking a question to which he already knew the answer for. Having tasted fine wine, the beggar could no longer appreciate common liquor. The memory of Risu’s tongue wraps around his dick like a serpent marking its territory from interlopers. Compared to Risu, Iofi’s blowjob remained amateurish despite her improvements. Knowing his infidelity was the answer to his question, Malphus Junior could only sweat seeing the result of his guilt bearing fruit.
“Ahh… MMPH!”
Determined, Iofi swallows Junior’s dick once more, putting in greater gusto into her performance. Her tongue running along the shaft until her saliva tastes like her husband’s cock. But in a cruel twist of irony, the enthusiasm further takes away the pleasure from her blowjob. And as her panic escalates, so does her performance drops. Eventually, the act was no longer pleasurable for both parties.
“Sorry sweetie, I think I may be a bit tired. Let’s get some sleep and continue another day?” Junior hugs his wife, wrapping his arms around her naked body. Iofi replies with a nod and the pair lays down onto the bed in an intimate cuddle.
Junior shakes his worries aside, trying to sleep. But although Iofi’s curvy naked body fills the space outside his chest, a visage of Risu naked smiles devilishly inside.
Several days passed, but the situation never improved. Despite several attempts over the following nights, Iofi has not been able to get Junior’s dick in the mood. Her mental state and self-worth deteriorate as she feels inadequate as a woman; intrusive thoughts begin filling her mind as she scans her body for what she could do to be sexier for her husband.
The complex starts eating her along with the quality of her streams, something that did not go unnoticed by the Ioforias and the other Hololive ID members. The other ladies approached Iofi in solidarity, offering her their ears. And there, Iofi breaks down into tears, divulging her issues to her friends, private life information be damned. Seeing her friend’s suffering, knowing that it is the result of her actions, Risu begins her move.
*Ding Dong*
Junior jerks off from his seat, subconsciously knowing the identity of the person ringing the bell. The doorbell chimes in its usual tone and it was one unassuming afternoon like any other. But something whispered the information into his ears, perhaps it was a devil… or the thing currently nesting inside his stomach calling for its owner.
Junior runs towards the door and opens it to find the person he expected, Risu, waving and smiling on the other side. To Junior’s dread, his dick begins to rise seeing Risu in the same spaghetti strap dress he once vigorously stripped. His breath ragged on like a starved beast, for that is what he currently is.
“Can I come in?” like before, Risu asks, and like before, she enters the house without waiting for an answer.
Risu waltzes into the couple’s room as Junior follows like a stalking beast eyeing its long-awaited prey, closing the door shut behind them.
“So, about what happened…” Risu begins to speak. But before she could finish, she found herself pinned on the bed. Junior with his bulky body, pushes the slim defenseless squirrel by her shoulders. Her dress slips from the friction with the bedsheet, leaving one of her breasts exposed to Junior’s eyes. The sight of the nut-brown nipples further fuels his boner, but Junior bites his lips to suppress his urges, even just for a few brief seconds.
“What… what did you do to me!?” shouts Junior, begging for an answer.
“Waduh, whatever do you mean?” Risu, no, Ayunda smirks beguilingly.
“Don’t act coy! Ever since you did that to me, ever since that day… I… I…”
“Can no longer get aroused by Iofi?” by her words petrified Junior’s body.”
“Heehee, you already know the answer to that don’t you? All I did was offer a helping hand, well… and a hole, to my bestie and her poor husband.” Ayunda rises her body, pushing Junior and effortlessly moving his body despite their difference in physique. Trembling, not resisting, the pair’s positions are now reversed, with her sitting onto Junior’s hips. Through the fabric of his pants, Junior could feel the lack of fabric underneath the dress, that she had been going commando all this while. “Try as you might, making up all sorts of reasons to stay together with her, deep down you know you are lying. And I’m sure, the little one here agrees with me,” seductively she answers, her hand gently caressing his lower stomach.
Unable to denounce her words, Junior choked on his own saliva. She was right, he has only been making excuses to cope with his incompatibility with his wife. How long can he stay loyal, left unsatisfied by his wife? One year? One decade? Can he confidently say “Till death does us apart?”
The last sliver of strength leaves his body, tears roll from his eyes, desire finding opportunity to speak true, he lets himself to be at the mercy of the squirrel, letting himself be stripped bare of his clothing, letting his private part be the squirrel’s personal object. Ayunda lifts the base of her dress, showing her bare pussy, surrounded by a bush of maple-colored hair. She smirks, as if asking him that is this not what he have wanted. In response, his mast stands fully erect, dripping with pre-cum as if drooling, begging to be slaked of its hunger, wanting. And answering that call, Ayunda lifts her body, positioning her vagina on top of the rod, and effortlessly letting it enter her hole.
“Hnghh!” Junior groans. The warm slippery sensation engulfs the entirety of his every being. Her soft bristly insides Ayunda is now in complete control, riding Junior aggressively like her personal steed. With each movement of her hips, Junior feels as if her womb is extracting his life essence.
Dick and hole still connected, Ayunda collapses her torso onto Junior. Licking his torso, biting his nipples, treating his bulging chest like her personal treat. The pair groan and moan uncontrollably, letting themselves loose in bodily pleasures.
“RISU! DARLING! WHAT THE FUCK!”
Standing by the door was Iofi, shrieking in horror at the sight of her husband and best friend committing the gravest betrayal. She can feel her whole body freezing and shivering, cold pale sweat breaks from every pore of her body. Her legs slump to the floor, every bit of strength sapped away by the betrayal. Her whole world shakes and blurs around her, inducing a strong urge to vomit.
Her mouth trembling and tears flooding, but with her remaining rage, Iofi tries to push several words out of her. “N-not only did you steal Sora-Neechan from me, you would go as far as stealing my husband? H-how could you, Ris? And here I thought of you as my best friend…”
“Well… It is because I am your friend that I thought of helping the two of you,” Risu tilts her head as she responds innocently.
“Help…? WHAT KIND OF HELP IS THIS?! You… YOU THIEVING SQUIRREL! GET OUT! I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN!”
“STOP IT!” but the one responding to Iofi’s rage was her husband, the naked slave of his own desires. “It is all my fault… I am the one who let this happen… I should have been more honest from the start, to talk with you about it instead of letting it buried… But… I was afraid that you would be disgusted with me. That is why, I let Risu help me. Though I did not think about the price I had to pay…”
“Darling…w-what are you saying? Help with what exactly?”
Junior places his hand over his stomach, rubbing the area gently. “She helped me, no, helped us conceive a child,” Junior answers solemnly with the tone of a new parent.
The colors drain from Iofi’s face. Her husband, her loving partner, has been claimed and impregnated by another woman. The rage and confusion now turn into a foreboding sense of defeat.
“Well, there you have it,” Risu speaks again. “I couldn’t bear the thought of my friend being unable to inseminate her husband. That’s why I am offering you both a helping hand. Rest assured, I have no interest in marrying your husband, I will just be here extracting his nuts, satisfying his desires, while the two of you can remain a married couple in the papers. So just sit there and let me pleasure him for you, alright?”
Risu takes one of Junior’s hands and places it on her boobs, letting him fondle her. The softness of Risu’s boobs on his hand, her buttocks on his groins, and his wife looking at his depravity causes Junior’s dick to regain its erectness.
“Mmm~~” Risu lets out a sweet moan, savoring the pleasure of Junior’s dick pressing her sensitive inner region. Conscience somewhat cleared, she too, wants another selfish mouthful of carnal pleasures. Risu bites her lips, curving her back, she gradually accelerates the movement of her hips. Up and down, up and down, the bed creaks as Risu’s entire focus shifts to the sensation of Junior’s dick traversing her vagina. Hairs swaying, tail swinging, sweat spraying, Iofi was left helpless witnessing Risu’s macabre dance.
But then something stirs within Iofi. A weird sense of excitement? Whatever it is, it sends Iofi’s fingers to move unconsciously towards her own vagina. Crossing the barrier of her panties, she begins rubbing her clit.
*shlick* *shlick*
The pleasure causes the edge of her lips to curl, forming a weird smile as tears continue dropping from her eyes. [It feels good… ahnn… I want more] it was not Iofi’s thoughts but the instinctual drive of her id screaming, begging for greater pleasures. She inserts her fingers inside her pussy, moves her other hand under her shirt and bra, and masturbates to the erotic scene of infidelity. And the sight of Iofi masturbating further invigorates the two mating on the bed. Lewd noises reverberate within the room where the three are sent into a downward spiral into the maws of lust.
Pressure builds up within Junior’s dick; Risu’s hips move begging to be filled; Iofi’s hand movements turn rabid. Their moans, movements, and breathing sync as they simultaneously reach a crescendo. And with Junior’s load shooting deep into Risu’s body, the two ladies squirt in response.
“Sigh… pant… pant” The trio pant in a staccato, marking the tail end of their performance.
“See, I know we can all benefit from this relationship,” Risu smirks towards Iofi lumping on the ground.
If only Iofi could see herself at the moment. Smiling with a pool of love juice between her thighs. Enraptured, for she has finally found a way to be sexually compatible with her husband.