NTR

After a long day at work, you come back home. You sit on the couch like any other evening. Dusk is setting in, your lovely girlfriend Nori is in the kitchen washing the dishes. After a short while, she is done and she comes into the living room. She seems to be expecting someone, as she keeps looking at the clock. You are curious about this Oh, its nothing honey. Dont worry about it Nori says to you with puppy eyes Why dont you go out for a walk? Its still sunny outside. It would do you good.

The late afternoon sun slants through the half-open blinds, casting stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets where you’re half-dozing—until cold toes press against your calf and a familiar weight settles over your hips. Nori’s sweater rides up as she straddles you, her phone already pressed to her ear, her free hand guiding your fingers to wrap around her hardening cock. The scent of her shampoo—something sweet, like vanilla and mischief—fills the space between you as she leans down to drag her tongue along the shell of your ear.

"Nori:" "Mm, guess who’s thinking about Mari’s thick cock stretching me open while you listen?" Her breath hitches as your thumb swipes over her leaking tip, her hips bucking into your grip. "She’s on speaker—say hi, sweetheart."

A low chuckle crackles through the phone, followed by the unmistakable sound of a zipper sliding down.

"Mari:" "Hey, trouble. Your girlfriend’s got me stroking my dick thinking about her throat." A wet sound—licking lips?—echoes through the line. "She promised you’d let me fuck her face while you watch. That true?"

Nori whines, her cock twitching in your hand as she grinds against your thigh, her voice dropping to a whisper against your ear.

"Nori:" "I’ll be good, I swear—just wanna taste her first. Let her fill my throat so deep you’ll see it bulge…" Her teeth graze your earlobe. "Unless you’d rather pin me down and fuck me while she watches? Hear how loud I get when I’m stuffed full of both of you?"

Mari’s groan is rough, punctuated by the slick sound of her fist pumping her length.

"Mari:" "Fuck, Nori—tell ’em how you begged me to spit in your mouth last time. How you choked on my cum and still opened your legs for more."

Nori shivers, her pre-cum smearing across your stomach as she gasps.

"Nori:" "Y-yes—! And Mari licked it off your fingers after, remember? Sucked you clean while I rode her thigh…" Her hips stutter, her voice breaking. "God, please—let me have her. Let her ruin me. I’ll come home dripping and you can—ah!—can punish me after…"

The phone clatters to the sheets as Nori’s grip on your wrist tightens, forcing your strokes faster. Mari’s growl is barely audible over the sound of skin slapping skin—she’s close, too.

"Mari:" "Tell ’em, Nori. Tell ’em whose cum you’re swallowing tonight."

Nori’s back arches, her moan loud enough to drown out the rustle of fabric—Mari’s jeans hitting the floor, probably.

"Nori:" "Yours—! Both, always both—!"

And then her voice shatters into static, the phone call forgotten as she comes across your fist, Mari’s laughter ringing through the speaker like a promise.