Chapter 27: Her Biggest Fan 2
Fandom: Persona 5
Tags: Cheating Kink, Implied Consent, Cuckold, Chastity Cage, Teasing
His wife’s impossible words still ringing in his ears, Ren did his best to reign in his raging libido to think.
That was easier said than done.
‘I think she’s going to cheat on her husband…’
‘...cheat on her husband…’
‘...cheat…’
The words kept repeating in his mind over and over but, instead of the despair he’d expected to feel after countless times imagining himself in his clients’ shoes, he experienced another emotion entirely. Rather, as he pictured his wife at that party, her beautiful, radiant smile directed at someone other than him while the key to his chastity cage dangled innocently between her heavy breasts, he found heat flooding his cheeks and his heart trying to beat its way out of his chest.
My wife is going to cheat on me. She's going to have sex with another man…and I want it…
Before his mind raced off into even more degenerate, uncharted territory, he shook himself and slapped his cheeks to help him focus. He needed to think - it was time to investigate.
He didn’t, however, need to be a particularly skilled investigator to immediately recognise the address given to him by his wife was one for a yacht, especially when the destination advertised itself as a marina in its name.
Fortunately, he was intimately familiar with the Yumenoshima Marina already. Ren had had several jobs in the past that required him to sneak aboard one luxury yacht or another to get information on a competitor or potential spy, two of them in this very marina.
This time, however, rather than corporate espionage, he would be investigating his own cheating wife -
Focus, Ren!
As he performed several deep breaths to control the angst, jealousy and perverse glee wreaking havoc on his psyche, Ren took a moment to realise this job would be a lot easier than normal.
The first time Ren had needed to infiltrate the marina, he’d quickly realised that he’d need help if he were to bypass their myriad, sophisticated security systems. Rotating guards, cameras, underwater nets and sensors, alarms, fences - the Yumenoshima Marina didn’t mess about when it came to the security of their exclusive clientele.
Unfortunately for them, his adoptive kid sister chewed up and spat out systems like theirs for fun. He’d commissioned Futaba and she’d almost gleefully handled it for him by uploading custom malware onto their systems.
Apparently, their WiFi wasn’t as well protected as the yachts in their marina…
It's probably better not to think about what she does when she's serious…
The software Futaba had uploaded and handed him the keys to allowed him to remotely disable any section of their digital security without tripping any alarms, or alerting them that they'd even been breached.
Looking at the time, Ren figured he had a couple of hours to get set up before the presence of yacht staff that evening would make his work infinitely more difficult.
Grabbing the gear he would need, he locked his apartment and rushed down to his van. Despite the tumultuous storm of emotions roiling inside him, Ren steeled his nerves and focused. Despite his legitimate licences, getting caught with tech that was less than legal wouldn't be good for him or his business, especially not with his record.
He compartmentalised his feelings regarding Ann and what they'd agreed upon, his entire mind focused on the task at hand.
Whatever happened, he wouldn’t miss it for the world.
While the marina wasn't empty at this time of day, it was far less busy than it would be in the evening, where the rich and powerful who lived on these yachts left their offices and returned to their luxurious seafaring homes.
Ren parked his surveillance van further along the docks, out of sight and in between two, nondescript warehouses. Further digging into the yacht in question let him know that the owner was the man in charge of Ann’s idol agency, though the man himself was out of the country. Apparently he let favoured employees use the yacht often as a reward, or to host parties, which meant it often saw a lot of traffic.
Even if someone sees me on board it shouldn't raise any alarms.
He smirked. No one ever saw him.
Ren made sure to spend a good half an hour fiddling with the marina’s security systems and observing the teams’ reaction, just to be ultra sure they hadn’t discovered Futaba’s malware. When it was clear they still had no idea - as if there was any doubt when the little terror was involved - he stripped down to his neoprene wetsuit and grabbed his goody-bag.
He’d deactivated a section of the underground net and sensors that would alert the guards to his infiltration - one small enough to go unnoticed. His swim was relatively quick as he glided through the water like a dolphin, climbing up onto the deck in a flash and out of sight of the guardhouse.
From his goody-bag he pulled out a microfibre cloth and gave himself a quick wipedown - the brilliant thing about these high-tech neoprene suits was that they were pretty much hydrophobic. With barely a minute spent drying himself, it was as if he hadn’t been in the water at all, his feet leaving no traces of moisture with his steps.
He mentally thanked Iwai for the hookup, even if the wetsuit alone set him back over a hundred-thousand yen. The man was a treasure-trove, especially if he wanted to get his hands on advanced - legally dubious - tactical gear that only his US special forces buddies had access to.
Fortunately, every one of his investments had more than paid for themselves.
The yacht wasn’t empty, there were half a dozen cleaners giving the place a good scrubbing, but Ren trusted in himself and his abilities and, like a ghost - or a Phantom Thief, he thought with a mental, self-congratulatory chuckle - he systematically made a sweep through each and every room while trying not to think about what would be happening in said rooms later that night.
He needed to stay focused.
The cameras he was placing, he typically bought in bulk - courtesy of, once again, Iwai. They were smaller than a button, could capture high-definition video and, with a signal sent remotely by Ren, would self-destruct by releasing a mixture of chemicals from tiny capsules. Ten minutes after he sent the signal, each and every camera would essentially corrode into nothing, completely wiping any trace of his infiltration from existence.
The audio is still shit though…
Every camera’s placement provided the best possible viewing angles of each of the rooms he hid them in, and the deck itself. Normally, he wouldn’t bother being so meticulous - it was usually enough for his clients if he confirmed the identities of the people he was spying on.
Not this time though…
No, this time Ren didn’t want to miss a single thing. This time, he wouldn’t be in his van watching the proceedings with a somewhat objective, if perverse, clinical detachment.
No, this time, it was personal…
His entire body shuddered and his knees buckled at the thought. A hand shot out like lightning to steady himself against the wall as he took several deep, calming breaths.
Get it together, man!
That was a lot easier said than done, especially when his cock was uncomfortably straining against the unyielding confines of his chastity cage…
At least I’m not running around like James Bond with an awkward boner…
-
Ren’s van would even make certain alphabet agencies proud. Normally, it was horrifically overkill for these kinds of jobs, but when he was skirting on the edge of what was legally permissible by the law - or even tipping a toe across the line - he was thankful for the extra investment.
He already had a record, after all. He didn’t need to be taking any more unnecessary risks…
Seated in an ergonomic office chair, he made himself as comfortable as possible to calm his nervous jitters, his wetsuit already dried and back in his goody-bag. Screens populated one entire side of the van’s interior, allowing him to watch as the guests of the party started to trickle in.
The sun had set over an hour ago but, even before that, the bar on deck had been fully stocked and a DJ set up to play pumping disco music. He saw this all from the myriad cameras he had placed all over the yacht. With six monitors running concurrently, Ren had made damn sure he wouldn’t miss a single detail.
He had an exacting client to satisfy, after all.
He screwed his eyes shut and forcibly calmed his breathing.
His control was steadily slipping as he watched one beautiful person after another arrive, and the ones that weren’t beautiful? He assumed they were backstage crew. This party was ostensibly being thrown to celebrate Ann’s graduation from the idol agency…and his wife made friends easily.
That was proven out as guest after smiling guest showed up, almost overcrowding the luxury yacht.
Almost, but not quite. The yacht was two-hundred feet long with the DJ set up on the top deck, overlooking the open middle deck, where the bar and most of the people were milling about. Ren’s lusty eyes were continuously drawn to the feast of perfect, pale flesh set out before him, but all of that flew out the window when the next guest arrived.
And she wasn’t alone.
His wife wore a tiny, red cocktail dress that tied up in the back like a corset with a hemline that barely skimmed below the panty line, and cups so small her heavy breasts were all but spilling out. She wore her hair up in a loose bun, with two, long, blonde bangs framing her stunning face while her feet were adorned with matching red stiletto heels.
To finish off her outfit, Ann was bedecked in a collection of jewellery, all of which he’d given to her at some point or another as a gift - that somehow made the entire evening even more salacious. He didn’t doubt the choice was deliberate.
As beautiful, no, as stunning as his cheating whore of a wife was, it was a testament to Ren’s cameras that his eyes were immediately drawn to her ankle where a delicate chain hung loosely, a barely visible, tiny key hanging off the silver chain.
Ren screwed his eyes shut again as the guests all cheered at her entrance on the arm of a handsome model - the one she’d just concluded the shoot with. He needed to calm himself, the night hadn’t even started in earnest and he was already desperately fighting the urge to pick the lock on his cage and start beating off like a monkey.
This is going to be the hardest couple of hours of my life…
That was saying something, given the brutal interrogation he’d been subjected to by the police as a teen…
Now that the woman of the hour had arrived, the party truly kicked off. Multi-coloured lights beamed into the air, smoke machines created mist the seeped out and eventually dispersed over the water and, as the mild, almosts background dance music hit a crescendo, the beat dropped with a boom, showing off some impressive subwoofers that Ren could feel even from his van.
Cheers met the beat-drop and Ann, on the arm of her devilishly handsome date for the evening, threw herself into the mass of dancing bodies. Ren just stared, the world fading away as he watched his wife’s perfect body moving with the music, her barely supported tits bouncing all over the place and her face lit up in a beatific smile.
This party may have been thrown in her honour, as a going away bash, but Ann was far from feeling sad or bittersweet. She’d been desperate to take this next step in her career for years now, to get out from under the controlling thumb of her agency and make some real money.
Tonight was about freedom for his wife…
Ren’s jaw clenched as his cock started to twitch and strain against his cage.
In more ways than one…
After a half an hour of dancing, Ann’s date wrapped a possessive arm around her slender waist and pulled her away from the mass of bodies and towards the bar. Ren struggled to remember the name he’d only heard a couple of hours ago, but that hardly mattered. He was ridiculously handsome with a jawbone that could cut steel and dressed in clothes so tight it left little of his bulky physique to the imagination.
Or the python stuffed in his underwear.
This man is going to fuck my wife…
His body shuddered powerfully at the sinful thought, and he groaned, his cock started to throb and ache as the ring pulled on his overfilled balls.
What made it even better - or worse, depending on who you asked - everyone at the party seemed to know and accept that fact too. While Ann’s marriage was a secret to her fans - another reason why she desperately wanted to leave the agency - it wasn’t one to her colleagues. Each time Ren caught an amused smirk or contemptuous sneer sent his wife’s way as a man that wasn’t her husband led her around like a lamb, he felt a shudder of pure, perverse ecstasy shoot through him - it was a complicated cocktail of emotions swirling inside him, but their combination had him feeling desperate to pull his cock out and start stroking.
I wouldn’t last ten seconds…
Everyone at that party knew Ann was getting fucked that night, likely by the man whose arm she was on. They all knew he wasn’t her husband and, after years of resisting what had to be constant temptation, they were gleeful to be here to witness the moment when the pure, beautiful, angelic, famous Takamaki Ann faltered.
In their minds, schadenfreude at its finest. I bet a lot of the women at this party are celebrating that Ann won’t be around to suck up all the attention anymore too…
The music made it next to impossible to hear what anyone was saying up on deck, but several people stopped them on their way to the bar to exchange words and look between the two of them with cheeky grins. Ann flushed at the attention and would often politely smile back as her date squeezed her tighter. They were all wasting their time. These people didn’t know that the events of this night were predetermined, that his wife had already decided to cheat on him with her handsome colleague… that somehow made their attempts to make sure it happened even hotter.
Each of them wanted a hand in corrupting his wife, unknowing that they were already too late. They were over a decade too late.
Ann had never been the pure, perfect idol they all thought of her as. That was all an act that she put on for the public. She’d long since accepted her inner-self, her inner hedonist.
Tonight was the night that she let her inner-self loose though.
Ren kept watching the party like a hawk, his legs bouncing with nervous energy. The only time his sinful, lecherous, voyeuristic buzz was dulled was when one of the other idols produced a bag of white powder. He was proud of his girl for flatly refusing, and though he found it a little tacky and distasteful, he did find it sexy when the others instead started snorting lines off Ann’s ample tits.
His wife wouldn’t ever do drugs, and she’d stopped at only a few drinks before dancing the night away with her date and fellow colleagues.
She clearly wanted to be sober for what was to come, though Ren found it utterly adorable that Ann kept - very obviously, in his opinion - looking for his cameras.
Please, you’ll never find them.
She tried her very best though, and if anyone could, it would be her. Ann knew a lot of his tricks when it came to his spycraft, but she didn’t know all of them.
She didn't know the best of them.
Ann, and the rest of his friends save for Makoto, had stopped being Phantom Thieves shortly after the Metaverse Crisis in their youth.
Ren, on the other hand, had never stopped - neither had Makoto, the both of them ironically going into detective work in their own ways.
Ren was as much, if not more, a Phantom Thief today than he'd ever been.
Back in the present, and just as the festivities had reached their zenith, Ren noticed a change in the behaviour of Ann’s handsome date. Judging by the wide smile on his wife's beautiful face, she'd noticed too.
With the man’s drug-fuelled lust apparently boiling over, he wrapped his arms possessively around her slim waist, his lips glued to her ear, his bulging chest and notable bulge pressed against her back.
Ann leaned back into his embrace, her delighted smile growing at whatever the man was saying, and her expression turning positively naughty as he started dry-humping her plush, thinly covered rear.
She was apparently receptive to whatever he'd proposed, her eyes scanning the crowd of onlookers who were watching with great interest. Biting her lip, she looked over her shoulder, her crystal blue eyes smouldering with desire, and took her partner's hand.
Abruptly, the crowd around then burst out in cheers, mocking laughter and cat calls as Ann dragged him towards the door leading below deck.
…dragged him with the hand that held her sparkling wedding ring.
Ann had told him stories over the years about her colleagues. A promiscuous, vain, vindictive, self-destructive lot, their poor behaviour was generally exacerbated by the pressures of working in the cutthroat idol industry, and the necessity of keeping up an unrealistic image of perfection.
Unrealistic…unless you were Takamaki Ann.
One of the many reasons Ren fell in love with his wife was how her beauty, kindness, compassion and, as absurd as it sounded given the current circumstances, loyalty were all genuine. While he often joked with his wife that she had an unfair advantage over her peers with her mixed-raced heritage, Ren felt Ann’s personality was what made her so popular, so beloved.
She didn't put on airs, she didn't think less of, or take for granted, her devoted fans.
She wasn't jealous of anyone, or their success.
And her colleagues hated her for it, even as they pretended to be her friends.
Ren was convinced this party was more a ‘good riddance’ than a celebration of an inspirational career. This belief crystallised when he saw the looks Ann earned when she again turned down the recreational drugs, when she refused to get wasted with them…
…And with everyone's reaction as they eagerly watched her drag a man that wasn't her doting husband down into the belly of the yacht.
They laughed, they jeered, they whistled, they cheered, their smiles too filled with snobbery, contempt and schadenfreude to truly feel genuine.
They relished in the sight of the perfect Takamaki Ann, potentially destroying her marriage.
Ren wouldn't be the least bit surprised if his inbox was filled with anonymous emails the following morning, emails from those concerned for him.
Despite her poor acting, the premise of Ann’s fake job was a sound one.
All heads turned to watch Ann drag her date along behind her, her bright, sexy red dress like a beacon you couldn't help but notice. Ren watched them like a hawk, barely breathing as everything suddenly became a lot more real.
The moment where fantasy would meet reality.
Before they could disappear below deck, Ann’s date pulled her back with a sharp, possessive tug and shoved her up against the frame of the doorway. His wife didn't resist as he slipped a hand around the back of her neck, one of her heeled feet raising up to rest on the frame behind her while the other supported the entirety of her weight, her arms lazily draping over her date's broad shoulders.
Ren groaned as his privates ached, the ring behind his balls pulling something fierce as it restrained his erection. If the passionate, possessive kiss that was clearly meant as a show for the other guests, or maybe even as some kind of perverse victory cry, wasn't enough, his key dangling from his wife's elevated ankle nearly did him in - cage or no.
Even now, when making-out with the incredibly handsome model, Ren was convinced his wife was thinking about him. To tease him with a clear view of his key, sure, but that somehow made it even more…delicious. Ren bit his lip and shuddered as the man deepened the kiss, both arms disappearing behind her back and his body pressing hers tighter against the frame.
There had been a beat of silence as everyone watched them kiss with shock, but that was quickly broken as cheers and whistles broke out once more.
Ren's mind was in turmoil. Had he turned down the job his wife had given him, he had no doubt they’d currently be in bed together having incredible sex.
Instead, he'd given his permission and he had to watch, his junk throbbing in pain, as his wife enthusiastically made out with the beautiful man in front of an audience - several of whom he was sure he'd probably met before.
Ren wondered if this wasn't the only fantasy being fulfilled tonight.
Despite watching his wife making out with another man, he never once doubted her loyalty, even now. She was his wife, his partner for life, his best friend…but she was also human.
She'd never once succumbed to wicked temptation, even when the source had held a considerable amount of power over her as a teen, batting away every indecent proposal with a strength of will the harpies that were currently cheering her on could only dream of possessing.
But again, she was human, and the man kissing her was incredibly attractive. With her husband's blessing and tacit approval, Ann seemed to be enjoying the kiss and release of pent-up sexual tension just as much as her date was.
And then he finished untying the string that held her dress together.
A collective gasp sounded out around the panting couple, cutting through the thumping music as Ann’s tiny, red dress slid down her luscious body and pooled around her ankles.
She'd been exposed, in front of anyone.
If the vapid idols watching Ann expected her to cry out in dismay, or squeal in embarrassment, they were sorely mistaken.
His wife's switch had been flipped. If anything, this only turned her on more.
You don't become a gravure idol without being a bit of an exhibitionist, after all.
Ann’s chest - her large, pendulous breasts with their puffy pink nipples hanging low under their own weight and heaving with her excitement - was immediately the centre of her date’s attention, his eyes widening and then smouldering with desire. Ren also noticed countless other party goers, the ones that weren’t laughing and whistling, were staring at them agog, adjusting their pants or subtly rubbing their crotches.
His wife’s smile turned positively sultry as the model stared at her tits like a dog stared at a juicy steak, her confidence and nonchalance despite being so thoroughly exposed undeniably sexy. She now wore nothing save for her jewellery and her red heels, the tiny patch of lace that covered her womanhood, with its straps riding high on her hips barely qualifying as clothing.
‘Is this what you wanted?’ Ann teased, her voice barely audible over the music and cheering, drunk party-goers. She cupped her heavy tits, cradling them and holding them out as if in offering to her date. ‘You couldn’t stop staring at them these past several weeks. You’d think you’d never seen some boobs before…’
Thankfully, one of his cameras was right by his wife’s head, stuck over the head of the black screw that affixed the hinge to the frame. While it gave him audio, Ren watched through a different camera, one that caught his wife’s teasing smile and her glorious, almost naked body.
The man licking his lips was the only warning his wife got before he bent down and captured one big, pebbled nipple between his lips, suckling on it like a babe while his hands smooshed them together, bringing the delectable buds side-by-side so he could alternate between them.
Ren let out a slow, controlled breath, his hand gently cupping his aching balls. He needed to calm down, otherwise he’d have to pick the lock on his chastity cage himself - as hot as being locked up was, and despite how much he loved the way it turned his wife on, he wasn’t willing to hurt himself for a silly kink…
Speaking of silly kinks…
Ann laughed in delight as she watched the man alternating between her nipples, moaning as she publically had her tits played with in front of all of her colleagues. Eventually though she pushed him away, his wild eyes unable to hide their disappointment.
‘Let’s take this downstairs…yeah?’
More cheers, and the disappointment on the model’s face quickly shifted to excitement and hunger. With a cheeky wave over her shoulder, ignoring all the phones that had been pointing at them and filming her ‘fall from grace,’ Ann pulled the model down the stairs after her, towards the living quarters.
The large yacht had over a dozen rooms that catered to the staff that was needed to keep a ship of this size running. The master suite was locked off, of course - not that that had stopped Ren from putting cameras in there… just in case - but it looked like they were headed to the crew and guest quarters instead.
Ren thanked his past self with perverse glee for putting cameras not just in each and every room, but all along the path that led to them too. His wife and her date took their sweet time, stopping every couple of metres to kiss and grope at each other. Most of the time, Ren only had eyes for his gorgeous, playful, nymph of a wife, the mask of innocence that she typically wore out in public discarded with contemptuous ease, leaving behind the lascivious, wanton woman he truly knew her to be, in private.
When Ann dropped to her knees in the hallway though and unzipped her date’s slacks, Ren gaped as his pants pooled around his ankles and his wife pulled down his tight briefs, her pale-blue eyes burning with excitement. The hard cock that sprung out once released by the tight fabric hit Ann on the chin, earning a throaty chuckle as nine-inches of thick, veiny, hard cock settled on her beautiful face.
‘Oooh,’ she cooed, her eyes crossing as she stared at the shaft resting on her face. ‘Is this for me?’
‘It’s all for you!’ he cried, groaning and punching the wall as Ann giggled and ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft. ‘Whenever you want, you can have it! All yours!’
Ann clearly liked the sound of that, she liked it a lot. She showed her appreciation by pulling back and sucking the tip of the huge cock into her mouth, her tongue focused on bathing and pleasuring her lover’s glans.
Ren froze, his face turning bright red. That was the first time he’d mentally acknowledged it, he realised.
I just called him her lover… because that’s what he is. My wife is sucking his huge dick like a common whore…
Ann made noises of approval as her head bounced on the tip of his cock, her hands stroking the section that didn’t fit in her small mouth.
His wife had no practice with such an ominous weapon, after all.
Ren did more breathing exercises, his dirty mind causing him more pain as he imagined that weapon going into his wife’s tight pussy, stretching her more than he ever could.
He had to look away and bite his fist to stifle his groan, half pleasure as the forbidden thoughts bounced around in his mind, and half pain as his erection kept pulling the ring tight against his abused testes.
When he looked back at the screen, Ann and her lover had slipped into the nearest room and his wife let out an excited squeal as the man threw her on the soft bed, her tits bouncing all over the place as she slowly came to a stop. She watched, her lips curled in an aroused smile as her date made a show of removing the rest of his clothes, their eyes devouring each other’s forms - his wife’s with each inch of skin revealed and the model’s, unsure where to focus with so much perfect flesh on display.
Ann, after kicking off her heels, started rubbing at her crotch as the model’s chiselled physique quickly came into view. He wasn’t any more buff than Ren was, but he suspected the knowledge of what they were about to do, and the newness of it all, gave everything an exciting tinge to the proceedings.
When he finally stood at the foot of the bed, completely naked and stroking his huge cock, Ann bit her lip and scooched back to give him room. Her soon-to-be lover eagerly followed, his long, hard cock leading the way like an erotic battering ram - one that would be battering against his wife’s cervix soon…
‘You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this…’
His wife’s smile widened indulgently. ‘I have some idea. You’re not exactly subtle Takeshi…’
He snorted, still pumping his cock as he settled down between his wife’s spread legs. ‘Then why did you make me wait so long…?’ He brushed over the moist patch on her panties, earning a shiver from Ann before his fingers trailed down the inside of her thigh and down her leg until they reached her ankle and started toying with the key dangling there. ‘Is this why…?’
This time Ren shuddered as much as Ann did when the quiet part was finally said out loud. He’d started to wonder if nobody at the party understood what such a piece of jewellery meant, but he should have known better - from the stories Ann shared about her colleagues, they were a bunch of freaks, after all.
‘Maaaaybe,’ Ann teased, her sultry smile wide. ‘What are you gonna do about it?’
Takeshi, because that was his name apparently, breathed in heavily through his nostrils before scooching close enough that he could rub the head of his cock up and down her still clothed womanhood. At this point, Ann was shaking so much Ren couldn’t tell if it was from pleasure, excitement or nervousness, but he suspected it was a combination of the three.
‘Something I should have done a long time ago…’
Ann cried out in pleasure as Takeshi tugged the tiny patch of lace aside and exposed his wife’s glistening pussy to the mostly silent room and his ever observant cameras. The model slipped just his head inside, his obscene girth already spreading his wife’s lips wider than they’d ever been before.
‘Tell me when I’m as deep as your husband can go,’ he commanded, his voice deep, gruff and thick with arousal. Ann sucked in a shocked breath, her chest thundering with excitement as she looked down between the valley of her heavy tits. This was only the second cock that had ever penetrated her and she stared at their union almost in disbelief that this was somehow reality.
As Takeshi gently pressed forward, his wife’s lips spreading wider to accommodate his obscene girth, Ann let out a long, drawn-out moan, her pale cheeks completely red with her passion and her mouth hanging open in shock.
When he was five inches deep, Ann put her against Takeshi’s abs and stopped him in his tracks. ‘There!’ she cried, in disbelief that she was even playing along.
Takeshi grinned smugly. ‘Is this how far your husband can reach? Is this his limit?’
The taunting words were having as much of an affect on Ann as they were Ren.
Fuck this.
His balls were aching so badly that Ren was genuinely concerned he might do some damage. With shaky hands, and with his wife’s delicious moans filling his van, Ren reached for his lockpicking set and pulled out the raking pick. With only a few passes, the relatively cheap, insecure lock came undone and he cried out in relief as his apparently meagre, five and a half inch cock hardened to its full potential for the first time in weeks.
He didn’t dare touch himself though. He’d made a promise to his wife, after all. His will was instantly put to the test however when Takeshi spoke next.
‘Then I suppose everything beyond this point is virgin territory?’ His voice, though thick with lust and sexual tension from holding himself back, was also charming and charismatic. Ren imagined the man talking himself into many a wife’s and girlfriend’s panties, not just his own. Without further warning, Takeshi sank his cock deeper and Ann’s euphoric cry went straight to his own. ‘You’re so tight for me, Ann,’ he breathed out, his eyes screwed shut and his fists planted on either side of his wife’s head. ‘You’re squeezing me so well… you love my big dick, don’t you?’
‘Yes!’ Ann cried and Ren nearly came from the words alone, the admission one of the sexiest, most emasculating things he’d ever experienced. ‘Oh God! Mmmh. You’re so deep! I’m so full!’
‘Look!’ Takeshi demanded and Ann, who’s eyes had been screwed shut as the man slowly buried himself inside her, looked down the length of her body at his sharp command. Her eyes widened in disbelief when she realised he’d only progressed another inch deeper, and he still had several more to go. ‘Your pussy was made for me, made for my big dick!’
Neither Ann nor Ren could look away as another inch of his cock disappeared inside her core, and at seven inches deep, he was already two inches deeper than Ren had ever managed on his own - that wasn’t even accounting for his superior girth.
When he pushed another steady inch inside, Ann let out an adorable, surprised squeal before immediately cutting off her reaction by biting her lip.
‘Breathe,’ Takeshi soothed with the tone of a man used to giving such instructions, though the compassionate lilt to his voice was completely undermined by his smug grin. ‘We're almost there. I can't believe how deep you’re taking me…this is proof your pussy was made for my cock…’
Though his wife ignored the words, her reaction to being fucked so deep couldn't be so easily overlooked. Ann had broken out in a sweat, her chest rapidly rising and falling as she let out quick, sharp breaths. She no longer looked away, instead her gaze was laser focused on her pussy being impaled on such a huge cock.
When Takeshi carefully slid the last inch inside, his groin fully pressed against Ann’s, he let out a victorious cry while Ann shrieked, her eyes screwing shut and her body beset by pleasurable convulsions.
‘Yesssss,’ the model hissed, keeping himself buried to the hilt and gyrating his hips. ‘Cum for me, my sexy little princess, cum on my big cock.’ Flexing his hips, he gyrated his pelvis once more before stabbing shortly forward, earning another surprised squeal from his orgasming wife. ‘Do you feel that? That's my cock pressing against your cervix… your husband could never do that for you, not like I can. He's not big enough!’
Ann was lost in a sea of euphoria, barely in control of her senses enough to even comprehend his words…but Ren could. Ren heard everything through the shitty audio of the mini cameras and he'd never wanted to cum more in his life.
If there was ever any doubt that he'd make the right call in accepting this ‘job,’ his soaring lusts and raging hard erection as he watched his wife writhe against her lover, stuffed with a cock that dwarfed his own, sealed it.
Fuck… years spent feeling pity for my clients when deep down I might have just been jealous…
He admitted that his feelings might change when his wife finally let him cum, the blissful release eventually granting him the clarity to think clearly for the first time in weeks…but he didn't think so.
Though his mind was in turmoil with conflicting emotions, both good and bad, the overwhelming feeling that dominated them all was his love for his wife.
This is like what I normally used to do… instead of getting turned on by her gravure shoots though, Ann’s now my sexy porn star.
His body shook and he groaned as he almost physically had to restrain himself from touching his throbbing, twitching cock. Blissful release was so close… but with a truly godly application of will, he stayed his hand.
It'll feel way better later…
‘Wow…’
Takeshi’s smug grin somehow became even moreso. He hadn't pulled out yet, his face inches from Ann’s own, his forearms pressed into the bed either side of her head.
‘That good?’ It was a rhetorical question, the smug prick had barely put his cock in another man's wife before she came explosively. He knew damn well it was good.
‘Mhmm…’ Ann’s hummed answer had a dreamlike quality to it, her eyes fluttering closed, her cheeks flushed and her smile content. Takeshi hadn't stopped gyrating his hips since bottoming-out in his cheating wife, though the speed with which he did so considerably slowed. Still, each time he hit a specific spot inside her, Ann’s body would jolt again in renewed pleasure, her back arching in bliss. The motion practically shoved her tits in Takeshi's face, and the handsome man feasted, enhancing his wife's pleasure even more.
‘I've been with women like you before,’ Takeshi teased, in between licks and nibbles on Ann’s puffy nipples. His words instantly cleared the pleasurable fog from his wife's mind and her eyes sharpened as she gave him her full attention. Takeshi chuckled, suckled some more, then continued when Ann wrapped her long legs around his waist and pulled him deeper. ‘I need to be careful when I'm with women. Having a big dick can be just as much a curse as it is a blessing -’
Ann’s look of disbelief had to mirror his own, and Takeshi shrugged with a smug grin.
‘It's true. Most women feel a lot of pain if I go too deep, or too hard…but you're special, babe.’
Ann’s smile was indulgent, her exasperation clear. ‘I bet you tell that to all the girls.’
Takeshi made a sound in the negative, earning another moan as he released her nipple with a wet slurp. ‘Only the ones that can have cervical orgasms. That's what that was, by the way. It felt different, right? Pleasure coursing through your whole body, originating from your core…’
As if to emphasise his point, he pressed himself hard against his wife, his groin grinding against hers and his huge cock rubbing at the entrance to her womb. Ann let out a kenning wail, her body shaking as she pulled her lover tight against her, wanting more of this new kind of pleasure…
A kind of pleasure Ren was unable to provide.
More than ever Ren wanted to start stroking his own cock, but he held back, distracting himself with the several angles he had of the erotic action - particularly the one from the foot of the bed.
With Ann having her legs wrapped around Takeshi, and the man's own legs spread to brace himself, Ren had an unobstructed view of the model's huge cock thrusting down into his wife's tight pussy, her lips sealed around his girth like a vice as his big balls bounced with his movements.
‘You're a size queen,’ Takeshi purred, pulling all the way out until only his head was in his wife's womanhood, then slowly forcing himself back in until his balls rested on her ass. Ann sighed in bliss as he pulled out, then arched her back and cried out in pleasure when he bottomed out. ‘You get off on feeling me all the way inside you. Your husband can't give you this…I can. Whenever you want.’
With that, Takeshi bottomed out again and started grinding his hips more intensely. Instead of long thrusts, he instead focused on short jabs, applying as much pleasure against his wife's cervix as possible.
‘Ooooh God, yes, yes, YES! Fuuuuuuuck.’ His wife's euphoric cries were simultaneously a dagger to his heart, and a jolt to his cock. He couldn't believe how turned on her was watching Takeshi fuck her better than he ever could. There was something about the wrongness of it all that he found intoxicating.
Ann came again in short order with a long, kenning wail. She wasn't quiet, nor was she trying to be, her pleasure making her completely uninhibited. It turned out her cries had alerted some of the other party goers too, the ones who'd disappeared around the side of the yacht to have a smoke. The music was dulled enough there that they could hear his wife's moans through the floor, and they all giggled like children as they recorded her musical cries of pleasure on their phones.
Takeshi didn't give Ann time to recover, having already brought her to two, soul-searing orgasms, he was entitled to feel a little selfish. Flipping them around with a burst of strength, Ann’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in a silent scream as gravity had Takeshi's cock pressing the hardest against her cervix yet, the sensitive nerve endings that were forever out of his reach apparently exploding in pleasure.
The model was apparently done talking and Ann reached back to balance herself on his knees. Takeshi started thrusting up into his wife's pussy, his large, heavy balls flinging up and clapping against her ass with each motion.
Ren was surrounded by half a dozen monitors showing him the hottest, most erotic thing he'd ever seen and he still refused to touch himself.
He had every angle covered, from the foot of the bed, the camera showed a close-up of the huge cock thrusting up into his wife's soon-to-be soiled womanhood.
From the headboard, the tiny camera hidden inside a dark groove in the timber headboard showed his wife's gorgeous face contorted in bliss and her heavy tits bouncing around, uninhibited.
From the camera he had hidden in the clock on the wall, he had a profile view that showed his wife's amazing tits from a different angle, this one highlighting the way they beautifully sagged under their own weight much better, with each time Takeshi’s hips crashing into Ann causing them to jiggle and ripple violently.
He even had a camera hidden in the ceiling vent that captured his wife's enraptured features whenever she tossed her head back and cried out in bliss.
‘Cumming!’
‘In me!’ His wife's urgent plea to be filled with another man's discharge almost did him in. Instead, Ren bit his knuckles so hard he broke skin and watched as Takeshi reached up to grab at Ann’s flailing tits before, with a final upwards thrust, he gasped, then groaned, his eyes screwing shut and his body shuddering as he started to unload in another man's wife.
Ren urgently strangled his cock, cutting off the orgasm that was about to hit him unbidden as he watched Takeshi's big balls and girthy shaft pulse with each ejaculation.
He was so deep inside his wife, Ren assumed his seed was being fired directly into her womb. Squeezing his cock even tighter, Ren groaned half in pain and half pleasure as the feeling of being filled with warm spunk tipped Ann over into another toe-curling orgasm. She grabbed the large hands squeezing her tits and clamped down, increasing the pressure, as her body shook in ecstacy.
Ren didn't know if he had the strength to hold back any longer. The scene was just too hot, his twisted mind too consumed with lust. Never in his life had he wanted to cum as much as he did in that moment, a tribute to his sexy, bombshell, cheating whore of a wife. It wouldn’t take much, just a few pumps and he’d cum right away, with so much cum in his balls that he could paint each and every monitor featuring her white…
Thankfully, one of his monitors threw him a lifeline in a distraction. The giggling group of partygoers who'd been eavesdropping on the fun from above deck had circled around and descended into the living quarters from the relatively empty bow of the yacht. There were two women and three men and, judging from their appearance alone, Ren surmised the women were fellow idols and the men off-camera talent - all of them clearly under the influence of one illicit substance or another.
Looking back to the monitors following his wife’s affair, Ren bit his fist and groaned as Ann slipped off her lover’s cock with an ecstatic groan, the camera at the foot of the bed in perfect position to capture the veritable river of cum oozing out of her freshly fucked pussy. He almost lost it at the sight, unhelped by Ann’s sigh of content as she looked down towards her womanhood and watched with fascination.
‘You came so much…’
Takeshi snorted as the giggling group of partygoers outside shushed each other upon hearing Ann’s voice down the hall. They were fooling no-one, the group of them as subtle as a herd of elephants, but if either Ann or Takeshi minded that they were soon to have an audience, they certainly didn’t show it.
The model himself seemed, if anything, particularly pleased.
If I had a dick that big and fucked the sexiest woman in Japan, I wouldn’t care who watched…
‘Is that a complaint?’
Ann grinned sexily as a few heads and phones peeked into the opening of their accommodations, the cameras recording and pointed at the bed while the voyeur’s eyes widened in shock. Despite glancing briefly in the direction she’d heard the muffled gasp, Ann ignored them completely and turned back to Takeshi, her pussy still divesting itself of his cum.
‘Just an observation,’ she answered, her lips curled as she tried not to laugh at their clumsy audience. Crawling down his body, Ann’s big, beautiful ass and gaping, leaking pussy took up the entire monitor connected to the camera at the foot of the bed as she slipped Takeshi’s softened cock into her mouth. The model groaned, one hand threading itself in Ann’s loosened locks and the other tucked behind his head, a look of supreme satisfaction on his features as his lover cleaned his glistening cock.
‘Eager for more?’
Ann’s lips only reached a quarter of the way down his absurd length before she pulled off with a gasp, flicking her hair over her shoulder and holding the fleshy pillar against her face like a prized toy. ‘It’s as you said, right? If I’m the kind of girl that likes getting fucked deep, I’m gonna wring this thing for all it’s worth…’
Drunken giggles exploded out from their voyeurs outside while Takeshi smiled wide - he couldn’t have looked more proud if he tried.
‘That’s right, because you’re gonna miss this when you go home, aren’t you? When your husband fucks you and just can’t touch you in the place you really want to be touched…’
Instead of answering, Ann slid her tongue along the length of a particularly thick vein that ran the length of his cock, his beautiful eyes twinkling with mischief and lust.
Thankfully, for Ren’s sanity, he was busy tapping away at one of his laptops and couldn’t give the insanely erotic conversation the attention it deserved. Though he would often seek out his adoptive little sister’s help when it came to tech support, over the years, he’d learnt a thing or two himself.
Breaking into unprotected smartphones was something that he’d long since mastered, it was a skill that often came in handy when he wanted to track down a naughty wife or philandering husband. Though Ann didn’t seem concerned by the voyeurs currently filming her illicit affair, Ren suspected that had more to do with how turned on she was in that moment, and how little she cared about the reaction of her soon-to-be ex-employer.
She wasn’t thinking about how that might affect her future job opportunities.
Despite his wife breaking her marriage vows and sucking on a huge dick in that very moment, Ren loved her more than anything, and would do whatever it took to protect her and her reputation.
Including hacking into smartphones and deleting illicit videos starring his cheating whore of a wife. With connections established with each phone in the vicinity, Ren let out a sigh of relief just as his wife cried out in bliss. He shook, his gaze flicking back to the monitors as Takeshi reentered his wife.
They’d repositioned, with Ann on her hands and knees facing the door to the room and the model standing next to the bed behind her, his hands on her hips and his hips swaying back and forth. Despite Ann apparently deriving huge pleasure from having her cervix pressured, Takeshi was still mindful as his groin crashed against her meaty ass, the impact of skin on skin creating deafening clapping sounds in the quiet.
‘Yes!’ His wife cried, her body rocking back and forth and her tits swaying like delicious pendulums as she rolled with the motions. ‘S-so deep! Yes! Feels so good. Fuck me, fuck meee!’
Takeshi did not need to be told twice. With sweat pouring down his face, he kept up a steady pace, groaning along with Ann each time he bottomed out inside her, completely unconcerned by their audience who’d further peeked their heads into the room and watched the erotic scene with their mouths agape.
Biting her lip, Ann brushed a long, blonde strand of hair behind her ear and smiled as she locked eyes with them. She tried to suppress her moans, but the combination of what Takeshi was doing to her, and being watched by a willing and excited audience was too much for his wife.
She came, quickly, her cries loud and musical, but that was nothing compared to the sound she made when Takeshi just kept fucking her through it like a machine, unrelenting and never slowing. Ren was sweating as much as his adulterous wife, the mental focus required to not cum all over himself one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do.
As Takeshi filled his wife for the second time that night with a victorious groan, the voyeurs openly watching and masturbating to the show in the corner of the room now, Ren despaired when his wife immediately spun around and started to suck him back to life, her pussy once more leaking her lover’s seed.
This…is gonna be a struggle.
-
Ann didn’t return home until the early hours of the morning, her heart threatening to beat its way out of her chest.
After an entire night experiencing some of the best sex she’d ever had, it was time to face the music. Did she get her husband’s permission? Yeah, sure, but now that she’d come down from her sexual high, she desperately hoped she hadn’t made a huge mistake.
As incredible as the sex was - and it was - it wasn’t worth her marriage.
A part of the reason it was so incredible is because Ren knew about it. Please, please tell me I didn’t just mess everything up!
Carefully hanging her coat, she slipped out of her heels and silently made her way to the bedroom. The apartment felt empty, and Ann’s tummy worried itself into knots the longer she went without seeing signs of her cuckold husband.
She paused, screwing her eyes shut before letting out a shuddering breath. Just thinking of him like that turned her on, it was so naughty, so true.
Please, please let this all work out…
As the silence continued to stretch on, Ann’s worries quickly outscaled her desire though. She was terrified she’d turn a corner and find a note on a counter with Ren’s wedding ring atop it, so much so that she jumped at every piece of paper she saw.
When she finally made it to their bedroom, Ann felt so sick she was about to hurl.
What have you DONE you stupid fucking SLUT?! You ruined the best thing that ever happened to you, you -
She was so busy furiously reprimanding herself that she didn’t see the shadows move behind her.
When a powerful hand clamped over her mouth though, and another around her waist, her terrified scream was muffled by the unyielding appendage.
‘Where were you?’
Despite the terrifying situation, Ann let out a sigh of relief. Though his voice was harsh, scratchy and deeper than usual, she’d recognise her husband anywhere.
Honestly, if she wasn’t so worked up, she might have just recognised him from his smell, before he’d gotten the jump on her.
Yeah right, as if you’ve ever been able to outfox Joker…
Ann had been a Phantom Thief too and no slouch when it came to committing a little skullduggery, but Ren, Joker, their leader, had always been on another level. The silence in the apartment had been so absolute that you could have heard a pin drop, but Ann hadn’t even heard a rustle of clothes - or, she amended with a cheeky grin, a rattle of steel - before her husband had seized her.
Relief instantly flooded her system and she all but collapsed against her husband’s powerful chest, relishing in his strong embrace. He hadn’t come out screaming, he didn’t sound hurt, so, with an incredible surge of perverted glee, she slipped into her role when Ren removed the hand covering her mouth.
‘My flight ran late -’
The terrible lie had barely passed her lips when, with a click of the television remote, light flooded into the dark room. The source? Her pale, rippling ass as Takeshi crashed his huge cock into it over and over and over again.
Ann felt a surge of desire light up every single one of her nerve endings, the feeling only intensifying when Ren pumped the volume and filled their apartment with the sounds of her euphoric, adulterous, whore cries.
‘I always knew you were a dirty, no-good, lying whore,’ he growled directly into her ear and, even if Ann tried to mewl out a pathetic attempt at a protest, she didn’t want to. He was right, she was those things, and seeing Takeshi’s big dick fucking her on the big screen, in high definition, cemented that point. Her core turned molten, reminding her of the little surprise she kept for her beloved cuck. ‘Now I have proof.’
‘I’m sorry,’ she cried, in her most unconvincing acting performance yet. She wiggled against her husband’s powerful body and all-but purred at feeling his cage right where it should be. Grinning impishly, she slipped her hand between them and cupped his caged member, smiling wide when he sucked in an excited, pained breath. ‘Can you blame me though? Look how big he is, how handsome… you can barely get it hard for me.’ She was ecstatic to hear Ren’s breathing coming in excited, heaving pants and, like the terrible, no-good wife she was, she made things harder for him by grinding her ass against him and jingling his cage. ‘At least he knows how to treat a woman like me…’
Ann shuddered as she felt Ren quiver against her, his hot breath directly in her ear. She used his moment of distraction to thrust out her ass and shove him against the wall. Turning, her smile widened when she saw the sorry state he was in, his hair a mess, his eyes bloodshot and his face slick with sweat.
‘How many times have you watched it, cuck?’ Her teasing words were met with another shudder and Ann wanted to break out into hysterical, giddy laughter as all her worry and tension flooded out of her. She hadn’t messed things up… in actuality, she may have just made them even better. ‘Were you a good boy?’
Panting and realising their game was over, Ren leaned against the wall and shrugged. ‘I had to take off the cage while watching… it really started to hurt.’
All playfulness instantly fled Ann’s features and she dropped to her knees, pulling his shorts down. She frowned at her first glimpse of her husband’s dick in weeks. It looked too red, sore and painful. Pulling him into the nearby chair, she made to bend down to get the key but was stopped by Ren. Looking up at him in surprise, her smile widened when he, instead, delicately took her ankle and placed her foot on the chair between his legs. Finding her phone, she snapped a picture of the erotic image, her foot next to his caged cock as he worked the key into the lock with shaky hands.
Her husband looked up at her with a sheepish smile. ‘You’re too much.’
Ann’s smile turned sultry as she snapped more pictures, culminating in his relieved groan as he was finally free from his dreaded prison. Before Ren could react, Ann snapped up at the cage and tossed it in the nearby bin.
‘What -?’
She shushed him. ‘The point of the cage was to stop you from masturbating. If you can pick the lock so easily, it’s not even doing that.’ She packed him on the lips and smiled as he didn’t let her go, melting into their passionate embrace. When she finally pulled away, she was sitting in his lap, her head resting atop his. ‘As sexy as the cage was, it’s no longer necessary…’
Ren snorted. ‘If you think what you did tonight means I’d want to jack off to you less…’
Ann kissed him again, her smile positively salacious.
‘No,’ she teased, pecking him again. ‘Masturbate all you want… but now you know that if you do, if I come home wanting my beautiful cuck to fuck me and he isn’t man enough to handle it… I’ll find someone who will.’
She stood and slowly backed towards the bed, the sounds of her euphoric cries and wet, gushing pussy filling the room and emphasising her point. Slowly, she slipped out of her dress and let it fall to her feet as Ren gazed up at her with adoration, with love and with so much raw, intense desire that it made her knees weak.
Her panties fell next, and as she fell back on their bed and spread her legs, the present she’d brought up for her cuck started to ooze out of her abused pussy, her fingers spreading her sore, red lips to show her husband, in person, how another man had seeded her.
‘I feel like knowing all that is far more effective than a chastity cage could ever be… and I’m okay with you experiencing that kind of torture…’
Ann almost came on the spot when her husband’s dark eyes rose from the river of cum oozing out of her pussy and onto their marital bed. His gaze pinned her in place, so dark, so sexy. She’d never seen his cock so hard and, despite being far less impressive than the one she’d had in her earlier, the man it was attached to was second to none.
Ann shook with excitement when Ren joined her on their bed, his eyes never leaving hers. She had a whole list of naughty, salacious lines she wanted to use to further enhance their cuckold play, but the intensity of her husband’s stare silenced her. Then, as he angled his hips to start grinding himself against her g-spot, she started to wail just as her past self did on the TV screen.
Despite having spent an entire night fucking, of having the best sex of her life, and her husband going for weeks without, she was the first of them to finish. As she writhed and shuddered against him, she sucked in an excited breath, her eyes wild as he wrapped a powerful hand around her throat. He didn’t squeeze, but he still held firm, the intensity of his stare doing things to her Takeshi’s huge cock, and infinite charisma couldn’t ever manage.
‘I cancelled all my appointments for the rest of the week,’ he growled, while continuing to thrust inside her. Ann, despite wanting to close her eyes and float away in a sea of pleasure, couldn't look away. ‘We’re not leaving this apartment until I’ve punished my whore wife properly. Am I understood?’
Before she could answer, he turned his gaze towards their wardrobe and Ann gasped as something was revealed to her that she’d missed when she first stepped into their bedroom.
Their wardrobe, understandably given her job, was ridiculously huge - as big as some people’s apartments in Tokyo. While most of it held her clothing, the far wall had always remained relatively empty. She’d intended to one-day turn it into a makeup station, but Ren had beaten her to finding a purpose for it.
Hanging on the wall was an entire collection of leather straps, paddles and floggers of different sizes and persuasions, blindfolds, gags. Dildos - all of them either Takeshi’s measurements or larger - and other sex toys were stacked neatly and displayed proudly on the cabinet beneath them while a large coil of red rope hung innocently off its side.
‘Am I understood?’ he repeated, his voice stern and his grip around her throat remaining firm, but never squeezing. Ann turned back to her husband, her eyes wide in shock and disbelief.
When the hell did he have time to get all that?!
Then she realised what was happening.
Just as she’d done earlier…he was asking for permission. Permission to punish her for her whore behaviour. Ann found her breaths coming in excited pants, her pussy clamping down on her husband’s cock and her core igniting with passion.
Ren had apparently seen - and likely felt - something in her eyes and actions that he liked, because he grinned wickedly and bent down to capture her lips in a searing kiss that had her toes curling.
Takeshi no doubt had unmatched experience with women, but he could never even dream of coming close to kissing her like Ren did, like the love of her life did.
Then Ren’s grip loosened from around her throat and he smiled sheepishly. ‘That can all come later, babe, I really need to cum…’
A smile blossomed on Ann’s beautiful features, so wide her cheeks hurt. Her chest felt like it was going to explode with love and she wrapped both her arms and legs around her husband’s powerful frame.
‘Poor baby,’ she cooed, flipping them around so she was riding him. ‘Let mama take care of your poor, itty-bitty dicky…’
His back arched, Ren reached up to grab her heavy, hanging tits and groaned, in no time at all filling his wife with weeks of his pent-up desire.
I think we’re gonna be alright.