The dim glow of a single candle flickered in the quiet of the bedroom, casting soft, wavering shadows across the walls, the air heavy with the faint scent of lavender and anticipation.
Mikasa stood before the mirror, her fingers trembling slightly as she slipped into her silken sleepwear—a thin, black camisole that clung to her curves, the fabric cool against her flushed skin, and matching shorts that rode high on her thighs, teasing the edges of her hips.
The mirror reflected her dark eyes, wide with a storm of emotions, her cheeks faintly pink, her lips parted as her breath came in shallow, uneven bursts. So much had changed since she and Eren had opened their marriage, a decision born from her own restless desires and a guilt that gnawed at her heart.
It had started with Minato. The memory of him fucking her in this very house—their house, hers and Eren's—sent a shiver racing down her spine, her skin prickling with heat. His hands, rough and commanding, had pinned her to the bed they shared, his cock stretching her tight pussy with relentless thrusts, his breath hot against her neck as she screamed his name.
The thought alone made her panties damp, the lace clinging to her swollen folds, a flush of embarrassment creeping up her neck as she pressed her thighs together, trying to quell the ache.
Minato was a force in bed, his skill unmatched, leaving her body trembling and sated in ways Eren never had. She hated herself for the comparison, but her body betrayed her, craving the raw intensity Minato offered, the way he claimed her without hesitation.
When Eren had confessed to sleeping with another woman on his mission, a strange relief had washed over her. She had felt guilty, knowing her own indiscretions with Minato had pushed their marriage into uncharted territory. She had started it, seeking satisfaction in another man's arms when Eren's duties left her alone too often, her body aching for more than he could give.
She had offered him the same freedom, urging him to sleep with other women, to even the scales, to ease the weight of her guilt. At first, he had refused, his voice soft but firm, insisting she was enough, that she satisfied him completely.
But his refusal only deepened her shame—she had too much time, too much need, and he couldn't keep up. Hearing he had fucked another woman, his cock buried in someone else's body, had lifted a burden from her shoulders. She was glad, not just for him, but for herself, because it made her feel less alone in her desires.
Tonight, they were taking the next step. Eren had agreed to sleep with another woman, here, in their bed—the same bed where they had built years of memories, where Minato had fucked her senseless, his cock driving into her until she saw stars, her screams echoing off these walls. The thought sent another pulse of heat through her, her clit throbbing beneath the damp lace of her panties, her nipples hardening against the silk of her camisole.
She felt a pang of guilt for comparing Eren to Minato, for knowing Minato's skill in bed surpassed her husband's, surpassed every man she'd taken since they opened their marriage. But with Eren embracing this new freedom, her guilt was softening, replaced by a curious, burning excitement.
Tonight, he would fuck another woman in front of her, and the idea of watching his face contort with pleasure, his cock buried deep in someone else, sent a thrill through her core, her pussy clenching with anticipation.
Minato was gone tonight, off meeting someone crucial to his plans against the Daimyo, leaving her alone with her thoughts and this moment. She adjusted her camisole, the silk brushing her sensitive nipples, making her breath hitch as she imagined what was to come.
The woman waiting in their bedroom was a mystery, but the thought of her—beautiful, inviting, ready for Eren—stirred a complex mix of emotions. Jealousy flickered, not at the act itself, but at the idea of another woman's beauty, her body drawing Eren's desire. Yet beneath it, arousal pulsed, hot and undeniable, her body eager to witness the pleasure Eren would find, to see the man she loved surrender to his own desires.
"Are you ready?" Eren's voice broke through her thoughts, low and rough, laced with a nervous edge that made her heart skip. She turned, her breath catching as she saw him standing in the doorway, clad only in black briefs that hugged his hips, the outline of his cock already straining against the fabric, thick and hard.
His skin glowed in the candlelight, muscles taut, a faint sheen of sweat catching the light, the scent of his clean, masculine musk mingling with the lavender in the air. Her pussy throbbed at the sight, her cheeks flushing hotter as she imagined him fucking another woman, his cock sliding into a stranger's body while she watched.
"Yes, I am," she replied, her voice soft but steady, though her body betrayed her, the dampness between her thighs growing, her nipples pressing visibly against the silk. She was excited—more than she wanted to admit—to see the face he'd make, the sounds he'd let out, the way his body would move as he fucked another woman. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her clit pulsing, her breath shallow.
"Then let's go," Eren said, his voice a low growl as he turned, his briefs clinging to the firm curve of his ass as he walked toward their bedroom—their sacred space, now a stage for this new chapter of their desires. Mikasa followed, her bare feet silent on the cool hardwood, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation, jealousy, and raw arousal.
The hallway seemed to stretch endlessly, each step amplifying the heat building inside her, the silk of her sleepwear brushing her skin like a lover's touch, her pussy aching with every movement.
As they approached the bedroom door, the faint scent of jasmine drifted through the air, mingling with the promise of what awaited. Mikasa's mind flashed to the woman inside—beautiful, she imagined, with curves that rivaled her own, clad in black lingerie, waiting to take Eren's cock, to feel his hands, his lips, his hunger.
Her stomach twisted with jealousy, but it was overshadowed by the throbbing need between her thighs, the wet heat soaking her panties, the anticipation of watching Eren lose himself in another woman's body. She was ready to cross this threshold, to see him surrender to pleasure, to let their desires consume them both.
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