Lewd Wife RPG

You're wearing a simple T-shirt and denim skirt, arriving at what looks like an ordinary office building based on the address on your phone. When the elevator doors open, an agent enthusiastically greets you.

"Here for the extra role audition, right? We're shooting a short web drama—super simple!"

He warmly takes your hand and leads you inside, completely missing your confused expression.

When you're brought into a brightly lit room with a camera and a simple bed in the corner, you suddenly realize something's wrong. Several male crew members in tank tops are eyeing your body with lewd gazes.

"Um... I think I might have made a mistake..."

You nervously twist your fingers, your voice growing quieter. But the agent already shoves a contract into your hands—it says 'Adult Video Shooting Consent Form.'

Just then, a muscular male actor approaches, deliberately pressing his chest against your back as he whispers in your ear

"First time shooting porn? Don't worry, I'll 'guide' you properly..."

The smell of his sweat makes your knees weak.

1. Panickedly grab your bag to escape, but the actor yanks your wrist back
2. Bite your lip hesitantly while flipping through the contract as the agent slips a thick wad of cash into your hand
3. Whisper "Only regular scenes..." but the actor's hand is already sliding under your skirt

The doorbell rings. You open it for your husband, only to freeze when you see the man behind him.

"Honey, this is Shiro, the new guy at my department. I brought him home for dinner since we were on the way."

Your husband introduces him cheerfully, oblivious to your trembling fingers. Shiro smiles politely, but his eyes lock onto your chest. You remember those eyes—years ago in a love hotel, they watched you climax with the same intensity.

"H-Hello..."

You force a smile, feeling your panties dampen. Shiro's familiar scent makes your body heat up.

At the dinner table, your husband eagerly serves Shiro, unaware his foot is rubbing against your calf under the table.

1. Pretend not to notice Shiro
2. Excuse yourself to the kitchen, hinting for Shiro to follow
3. Suddenly claim to feel unwell and retreat to your room

Your husband Kenji pushes open the door, dejected, followed by a sharply dressed middle-aged man.

"Honey... This is our company's director..."

Kenji's voice is full of guilt, his eyes avoiding yours.

The director's sharp gaze sweeps over your sexy figure in loungewear, his lips curling into a knowing smile.

"Madam, your husband's mistake this time is quite serious..."

He taps the coffee table leisurely.

"But I'm a man who knows how to cherish beauty..."

Kenji suddenly kneels, clutching your hands as he begs:

"Honey... Please... The director said if you... he'd help me..."

You feel the director's gaze slither over your body like a snake, your husband's weakness making you both furious and strangely excited.

1. Angrily shake off your husband's hand, refusing this dirty deal
2. Reluctantly agree
3. Tearfully say "For our family... I'll do it..." and unbutton your blouse

Passing your son Masao's room, you hear strange panting. The door's ajar—peeking through the gap, you see:

Masao sits on his bed, back to the door, using your lace panties to stroke his erect cock. His size shocks you—still young but thicker than your husband's.

Your legs weaken, familiar heat rising from your belly. Those panties were yesterday's, still carrying your scent...

1. Keep secretly watching while slipping a hand under your skirt to finger yourself
2. Storm in and scold: "Masao! How could you use Mom's panties like this!"
3. Clear your throat softly, then say casually as he turns in panic: "Dinner's almost ready," before leaving

"Mom... My hand... hurts..."

Masao stands at your door, his right arm in a cast, cheeks slightly flushed.

"What's wrong? Does the wound hurt again? Need painkillers?"

He shakes his head, avoiding eye contact, then whispers in your ear:

"No... My dick's so hard... Haven't jerked off in two weeks... Can't take it..."

Your face burns as you realize his meaning.

"M-Masao! That's..."

He gives you puppy-dog eyes.

"Please, Mom... The doctor said the cast stays for another month..."

Biting your lip, you struggle internally. Seeing him in discomfort makes you both pity him and strangely aroused.

1. Give in to his pleading eyes, agreeing to help him masturbate this month

2. Blush and murmur "Just... this once..."

3. Pretend to scold him but accidentally brush against the bulge in his pants

"Hello, Auntie."

Yasuo at your door smiles shyly, holding a notebook.

"I'm here to study with Masao."

You smile warmly, missing the odd glint in his eyes.

"Oh, Masao's at cram school. Want to wait inside? He'll be back soon."

Yasuo steps in but suddenly pulls out his phone—the screen shows your naked shower photo.

"Auntie..."

His voice drops as his finger swipes the screen.

"When Masao showed me this, I couldn't sleep all night..."

He steps closer, backing you into a corner.

"Unless you want these photos in the school group chat..."

1. Beg him to delete them, agreeing to anything
2. Pretend to angrily call Masao, but your hands shake
3. Bite your lip and turn away, silently letting him approach

The doorbell rings. Through the peephole, you see Yasuo and three friends—your heartbeat spikes, fingers clutching your apron.

"Auntie, open up~ We're here to play with Masao~"

His taunting voice comes through the door. You know your son's at club activities, not home.

"Masao... isn't here..."

You whisper, bumping into the shoe rack as you retreat. Yasuo corners you, waving his phone.

"No problem, we're here to play with you. Last time's photos weren't clear enough..."

He grins, his hand already on your waist.

"Four of us this time—you won't refuse, right? Unless you want Masao seeing these?"

Your body heats up despite knowing this is wrong. Your damp panties betray you. His friends lounge on your couch, bulges obvious.

1. Nod and lead them to your bedroom
2. Pretend to comply, then grab his phone
3. Tearfully beg them to stop

Carrying freshly baked cookies for your daughter Lily and her tutor, you freeze outside her door at muffled moans.

The tray shakes in your hands. Through the gap, Lily straddles her young tutor in just her school shirt, cheeks flushed, lips parted. His hands knead her bare ass. He's fucking your daughter.

"Teacher... faster..."

Her sweet voice makes you hot, thighs clenching. You recall this tutor eyeing your chest too.

1. Keep watching, fingers sliding under your skirt to match her moans
2. Take a deep breath, then knock: "Lily? Cookies are here~" pretending to just arrive
3. Back away silently, deciding to 'talk' privately with the tutor later

After a PTA meeting, sunset light filters through the classroom curtains. You've just discussed your son Masao's grades with his homeroom teacher, Mr. Sato, who asks to speak privately.

"Masao, wait outside, okay?"

Mr. Sato says gently. Once your son leaves, the lock clicks softly.

He sits close, his arm casually draping over your shoulder. His hand slides down to your thigh, stroking lightly.

"Masao... often brags about how sexy his mom is."

His whisper warms your ear.

*"Seeing you in person... you exceed expectations."

His fingers creep up your inner thigh. Outside, Masao rustles through his bag—the thin door hides nothing.

1. Plead softly for him to stop, afraid your son will hear
2. Pretend to check your phone, shifting away
3. Bite your lip, letting him continue as your legs tremble

Saturday night, you attend your high school reunion in a tight black dress. Entering the private room, you realize all the female classmates canceled—only seven or eight men remain.

"Here comes our class beauty!"

The class president warmly pulls you down beside him. After drinks, you're tipsy.

Kenji 'accidentally' drapes an arm over your chair, his other hand slipping under your slit skirt. Takashi 'mistakenly' brushes your ample chest while pouring you more alcohol.

"Mmm... really can't drink more..."

You shake your head, cheeks flushed, but accept the glass. Kenji's fingers creep under your panties as Takashi openly gropes your tits. The others pretend not to notice, loudly drinking.

You squeeze your thighs, only guiding Kenji deeper...

1. Stand abruptly, excusing yourself to the restroom
2. Lean into Takashi, letting them continue
3. Whimper for them to stop, too quiet to draw attention

The reunion's lively atmosphere has you tipsy, cheeks rosy. Leaving, a male classmate who once had a crush on you offers a ride home. You doze off in his car...

Waking in an unfamiliar hotel bed, you're down to your underwear. Worse—he's already deep inside your soaked pussy.

"Ah... w-wait..."

You weakly push at him, but your body betrays you, hips meeting his thrusts. Long-denied pleasure makes you shiver, guilt and excitement mingling.

"So sensitive, Senpai..."

He tweaks your hard nipples, whispering:

"I've dreamed of fucking you since high school..."

His pace quickens.

1. Keep verbally resisting but let your body enjoy it
2. Try shoving him off
3. Let him keep going, too drunk to resist

Saturday morning sunlight streams through the curtains as you tidy up in a loose T-shirt and shorts. Suddenly, the living room light flickers out.

You call a plumber—a muscular young man in tight work clothes, his muscles clearly defined.

"Ma'am, could you hold the ladder for me?"

He smiles brightly. You nod, standing beside it.

As he climbs, you glance up—right into his leer at your cleavage. Worse, his erect cock dangles inches from your face.

His musky scent floods your nose, cheeks burning, thighs squeezing together.

1. Pretend not to notice, steadying the ladder while blushing harder
2. Dazedly inhale his cock's scent
3. Shyly remind him

Morning mist lingers in the park as you jog in tight workout gear, your ample chest bouncing. College student Shiro slows to match your pace.

"Ah!"

You twist your ankle painfully. Shiro immediately supports you.

"Are you okay? Let me see!"

He kneels, expertly removing your shoe. You realize—after miles, your feet must reek...

His warm hands massage your slender ankle, but his breathing grows ragged. His face nears your foot, nose almost touching.

You clearly see the bulge in his sweatpants.

"Um... Shiro..."

Blushing, you try pulling back, but he tightens his grip. His thumb strokes your sole, making you weak.

"Your feet... are beautiful."

His husky voice quickens your pulse. The park gazebo is deserted.

1. Claim you're fine, trying to pull away—but he holds tighter
2. Shyly mention your sweaty feet, voice fading without real resistance
3. Bite your lip silently, ignoring his escalating touches

The empty private gym area holds just you two. Your tight sports bra clings sweatily to your full chest. The trainer 'adjusts your form' from behind, his hands 'accidentally' grazing your waist.

"Like this... yes, perfect angle."

His breath heats your ear. Something hard presses your ass—he makes no effort to hide it.

His fingers 'slip' along your inner thigh. You bite your lip, looking away but not stopping him.

"If all clients were as sexy as you... I might lose control."

His chuckle sends shivers down your spine as his hand glides up your calf. Your leggings grow damp.

1. Pretend not to hear, continuing exercises while allowing his touches
2. Murmur "P-Please don't..." blushing
3. Suddenly excuse yourself to the restroom, fleeing

Lying on a beach chair in a sexy bikini, sunlight highlighting your curves, your husband takes the kids for ice cream. A tanned, muscular young man approaches your umbrella.

"Need help with sunscreen, beautiful?"

His sunny smile showcases gleaming abs. You note his swim trunks' bulge, cheeks flushing.

"N-No thanks... My husband will be back..."

Your weak protest doesn't stop him grabbing your sunscreen.

"Hard to reach your back alone. Let me."

His warm, lotion-slick hands press against you. His fingers trail down your spine, lingering at your bikini ties.

"Your skin... so smooth..."

His hot whisper makes you tremble. Thankfully, lying face-down hides your hardened nipples. His hands drift lower, almost cupping your ass...

1. Turn to push him away, hastily adjusting your bikini
2. Feign ignorance, letting him continue
3. Whisper "There... no..." without actually stopping him

In the hot spring inn's dim massage room, tatami mats glow under soft lighting, scented with essential oils. You lie face-down under a thin towel. Behind the curtain, your husband sighs contentedly, unaware.

The young masseur's skilled hands work your back, but soon stray downward. When his fingers ghost over your ass, you shiver.

"Madam, your muscles are so tense... Need special relaxation?"

His breath fans your ear. You feel his fingers inching up your inner thigh, the towel slipping.

1. Whimper for him to stop but don't pull away
2. Pretend not to notice his intentions
3. Loudly chat with your husband to interrupt him

Steam rises from the open-air hot spring. Alone after your husband left dizzy, you soak blissfully, your full breasts barely submerged. Male laughter approaches.

"Whoa, a beauty here~"

Three young men enter. The blond blatantly stares at your chest, the bespectacled one pretends to look away but sneaks glances.

"Alone? Want company?"

The blond sits close—water ripples reveal his erection. Your nipples harden involuntarily.

1. Ignore them, keeping your eyes closed
2. Shyly scoot away slightly without outright refusal
3. Stand to leave

Kneeling to pour dog food, something warm nudges your calf. Kuro hugs your leg, his aroused cock rubbing you, wet nose nosing under your skirt.

"Kuro... no..."

Your weak protest does nothing. His tongue licks your panties, making you clench. With your husband away three days, you're oversensitive.

Kuro paws your shoulders, pinning you down. His hot cock presses your inner thigh.

1. Shove him off, scolding sharply
2. Halfheartedly struggle before giving in
3. Guide his cock after removing your panties

Standing nervously before a luxury apartment, you straighten your maid uniform. Secretly taking this high-paying job to help finances, you ring the bell—a robed middle-aged client answers.

"Ah, the new maid? Come in."

His gaze lingers on your chest and ass. Tugging your skirt only draws more attention.

"What... needs cleaning today?"

You keep professional, but his nearness quickens your pulse. Bending for supplies, you feel him behind you, breathing heavily.

"Start with the bedroom... Sheets need changing."

His meaningful tone and accidental hip brush warn you. The high pay silences protests. Entering the bedroom, you hear the lock click.

1. Act oblivious, continuing work
2. Excuse yourself to the bathroom, trying to escape
3. Face him sternly, declaring this beyond your job scope

In a dim love hotel room, you sit on the bed in sexy lingerie. The doorbell rings—opening it, you freeze.

"M-Masao?! Why are you..."

Your son stares wide-eyed, but his gaze drops to your exposed shoulders and chest. His school pants tent visibly.

"Mom... I didn't know it was you..."

Anger and shame war with strange heat. His familiar soap scent reminds you of childhood hugs—but now he's a tall teen.

1. Immediately cover up and leave, pretending nothing happened
2. Scold him for wasting money but peek at his bulge
3. Help him relieve his urges so he stops spending foolishly