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Nanami's arms flexed, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he stood near the window, the sunlight threading through his hair. It looked like he had a golden halo, and you watch, still lazily lounging in the bed. His odd leopard print tie is still laying over his shoulders undone.
You should probably get up and help him with that. Nanami has been stressing about this meeting for weeks. It's one of his clients lawyers and they have been stubbornly refusing to move forward on a project until all their silly demands are met. Nanami has explained it before, but the business jargon goes right over your head.
Higuruma had come into the office when you were there once having brought in lunch for Nanami. He very clearly didn't know that you were married as he had openly stared at your ass. It was then that Nanami had devised this plan— a plan so unlike anything your husband has ever come up with before. While the two of you might have invited others into your bedroom before, it was never for business.
It added a layer of naughtiness to it that got your intrigued, and you still weren't even sure if it was going to work.
You get to your feet, walking over to Nanami in order to do his tie for him.
"I can do that myself, get dressed, love," Nanami says, watching you work your hands over his tie.
Cocking your head, you look up at him. "If I'm meant to seduce him, shouldn't I stay in my sleep-ware? It always does something for you."
Nanami breathes evenly but you can tell he is seriously considering it. The moral implications of using his wife to close a deal is something he never would have done before— you must have been slowly wearing away at his rigid moral stances over the years.
"Be ready by nine," Nanami says, a slight blush over his nose. "We can't be this blatant about it. You can't walk out in this," Nanami pinches your camisole over the lace. "Put on something a little more appropriate but... with some skin."
Nanami clears his throat, as if it physically hurts him to talk about scheming this way openly. You smile up at him, reaching on your tip-toes to lay a kiss on his lips. You finish doing his tie and tighten it for him.
"I understand," you say, moving off to get yourself ready.
You move past Nanami to the closet and pick out something that will fit your husband's machinations. Your fingers go over fabrics and colors, working through what might work best for this sort of thing. It's all about the allure.
You pick something that will definitely show a fair amount of skin but still seem... not intentional. Nanami nods at your selection, clipping a watch to his wrist.
"I'm going to make the food. You bought the champagne for the mimosas yesterday?"
"Of course. You know you can rely on me."
"I do know that," Nanami says, cupping your cheek and leaning in for kiss.
It doesn't matter how many times you've kissed him— it always feels like the first time. Butterflies flutter in your stomach as his hand shifts to grip your jaw just so; tight enough to remind you who is in charge and soft enough to make you melt like butter. You pull away from him, needing to get ready, not back in bed.
"Go," you snap. "I expect something sweet for breakfast."
Nanami huffs a small laugh. "Whatever you want, kitten."
The pet-name almost makes you purr like one. Nanami only uses it when he's feeling frisky and you wonder what exactly is going on in his head. Is he already imagining how this is going to go?
You tilt your head at the door your husband just disappeared through. Heading over to the bathroom to get ready for the day, all the stops are pulled and you make sure you smell as good as you look, applying gloss over your lips as the last step. Stepping back, you admire your outfit and how it makes your legs look.
A little morning romp never hurt anyone— and If it helped your husband get his way, what would it really matter in the end?
The smell of food calls you over to the kitchen and you can't help your mouth watering. Coming up behind Nanami, you wrap your arms around his waist as he finishes the last pancake. You help him out of the apron he had donned and hang it up for him.
The doorbell rings and you tell Nanami you'll get it while he places the food on the table. You pull the door open and Higuruma stands on the other side. His eyes go over your frame, clearly oogling but hiding it behind tired eyes— the only tell is a hard swallow. You move aside after the required formalities. His eyes are on your ass as you close the door.
You know, because you catch him looking. He turns away, a flush creeping up his neck but not a lick of shame on his features.
He's making this easy.
The men greet each other and you walk over to the table, making mimosas for all of you. You lean a little on him, forcing more contact than is necessary. Higuruma's breath catches slightly— but you do catch it. Having a meeting over a breakfast isn't inordinary, but it's certainly not common.
Nanami was really pulling out the stops for this. It's usually just you and Nanami, so the table isn't very big— it's pretty intimate with the three of you there.
You end up seated between the two of them, sipping your mimosa as you peer up at them through your lashes. They put food on their plates but instead of actually eating, they start pulling out paperwork. With a big sigh, you settle in to have them argue over your head with your unfortunate position between them.
There is a sound of shuffling papers and an exchange of heated words. You should make sure your husband eats, so you slice a piece of pancake and hold it up to his mouth. He seems flustered for a moment before he accepts it into his mouth. He chews, quieting whatever argument he might have had.
Higuruma keeps talking. You should shut him up, too, right?
You spear a bit of egg and sausage and hold it up to his mouth. There is a quiet tension between the three of you as you continue to hold it up to the lawyers mouth. Are you doing something wrong? It's a simple ask to shut up and eat, isn't it? Higuruma accepts the offering, locking eyes with you as he closes his lips over the fork.
"That won't work," Nanami says in reply to something the lawyer had said before he took the offered bite.
A flash of heat goes through you as you remember that you're feeding another man in front of your husband. You shift in your seat, looking up at Nanami to see if he is upset about it— instead, he's also found shifting in his seat.
Interesting.
They keep squabbling about business and you keep pouring mimosas. Things like 'operational oversight' and 'image recovery' keep getting talked about and you're actually getting sick of hearing it. Where is your chance to flirt with Higuruma if he won't leave the fucking opening for it?
To shut him up, you offer another bit of food, but this time with your fingers. It's just a strawberry but Higuruma looks like you're offering some kind of life altering elixir. His lips close over it, brushing against your fingers. You bite your own, looking up at him.
"Um," the lawyer says smartly. "You, uh... Nanami?"
"Something wrong?" Nanami asks, a hand meeting your shoulder to let you know that you're doing well.
Higuruma swallows, looking between the two of you. "I don't know that... This could be..."
"What?" Nanami asks, somewhat amused. "Is my wife bothering you?"
"I'm sorry," you say sweetly, not meaning it at all. He's flustered and he's shut up for the first time the whole breakfast. "Did I do something wrong?"
Higuruma loosens his tie and downs his mimosa. "I feel that I might be... misreading this situation."
"What situation?" Nanami asks.
"I feel as if," Higuruma pauses, licking his lips nervously as he looks at you before looking back up at Nanami. "Well, Nanami, your wife..."
"Is this a problem?" Nanami says and you have to giggle at how the man almost gapes at the two of you. "She's making sure we are still eating while we debate the metrics of this deal."
"Ha, is she now?" Higuruma doesn't bother with orange juice and downs more champagne after pouring it into his flute. He loosens his tie a little more before saying, "Look, she's beautiful and all, but she's your wife."
Nanami leans in and whispers in your ear. "Do you trust me?"
You nod. Of course you trust your husband— he wouldn't do anything you didn't like.
"So what's the issue?" Nanami says to the lawyer. "I don't mind as long as she doesn't."
Higuruma's fingers tighten on the stem of his glass before setting it aside. He puts his hands over his face in a steeple, his face looking up at the ceiling. His hands fall away and he looks at the two of you.
"You... don't mind?" He repeats, looking over at you.
"No, not at all," you say easily, sipping at your drink.
"You're using your wife in a negotiation?" Higuruma laughs humorlessly, eyes looking to Nanami now.
"Yes," Nanami says easily; as unashamed as Higuruma had been when he had been checking you out.
"Aren't you two supposed to be talking business?" You ask, and it's not innocent. You know you're being a distraction. It's what you were here for. "Whats the matter? Can't remember your arguments?"
"Are you distracted?" Nanami asks the lawyer, hand running up and down your arm.
Higuruma watches the motion and looks back at Nanami, then back at you. Something seems to click in his eyes and they get a little more predatory and he leans forward. You bite your bottom lip, wondering what was going on in the man's mind. It turns out you wouldn't have to wait long to find out.
"Nanami," Higuruma starts, a small smirk on his lips. "I can ignore a lot of the protocols if you're also willing to."
Nanami's hand pauses on your arm for only a moment. "I see. You'd like to be more hands on with this project in order to trust it."
"Perhaps."
Higuruma's hand reaches for you and you let him lift your chin. When Nanami doesn't stop him from leaning forward, you let him kiss you. Nanami isn't stopping you, only whispering in your ear that it was okay, rubbing your back.
Higuruma's hand finds your breast while the other stays under your chin. He pinches and pulls at your nipple over your clothes, eliciting small gasps from your mouth. Nanami pulls you back into him while the lawyer has fun exploring. You lean back on his chest as another man lifts your shirt. The bra you're wearing unclips from the front, as you were doing your best to make this easier for them.
This was more than okay.
You look to Nanami— his pupils are blown wide as he watched Higuruma undo your bra and latch onto your nipple with his mouth. You hiss, throwing your head back onto your husbands shoulder as the lawyer laps and sucks at your sensitive flesh. You start feeling hot immediately, blood rushing down stairs as your nerves begin to light up in earnest.
Pushing him away, you relieve yourself of your shirt completely. Nanami helps you undress. You lay back, on your husband again as Higuruma gets on the floor, shoving your skirt up. You lay back and look into Nanami's eyes as you feel your panties being pulled aside. A tongue runs over your cunt and you jolt.
"How are you feeling?" Nanami whispers into your ear.
"Good," you say breathlessly.
You grab Nanami's hands while another man's tongue explores your wet pussy. You grind your hips, finding friction on the man's nose. Moaning and writhing, Nanami keeps you from falling off the chair completely.
"Hi- Hiromi," you moan, feeling the man's tongue swirl around your clit.
Higuruma makes a humming noise, pressing into you harder with his tongue. You thrust your hips against his face, and Higuruma brings his arms under your thighs, pulling you a little further off of the chair.
"Good job," Nanami whispers. "You've shut him up for now."
Higuruma moans into your pussy, eyes shooting up to meet Nanami's like he's pissed at what the other man said about him. He runs his tongue over your clit harder, making you moan more and louder.
"Oh fuck! That feels good," you whine, thighs beginning to tremble.
Nanami is obviously not a jealous man, but the way Higuruma is pulling those noises out of you so easily has him cocking an eyebrow at you. You smile up at him and bring him in for a kiss. You run your tongue against his as sloppily as Higuruma is running his own over your pussy.
"You taste so good," Higuruma says, pulling away with a string of slick still connecting the two or you. "Nanami, how are you not down here all day?"
"Oh you know, work," Nanami says far too deadpan for the situation the three of you are currently in. "Let me clear the table and we can put her up there as she seems to be the only thing your interested in eating."
You blush as you lift yourself off of him. Efficiently, Nanami begins moving things off the table. You gasp as you feel a couple of fingers penetrate you— a wet squelching noise happening as Higuruma crooks his fingers. He finds the spot that drive you wild you have to hold onto the back of the chair. Higuruma smiles up at you, fingering you open and aiming for your sweet spot every time.
"Fuck, that feels good," you tell him, eyes hooded as you meet his gaze.
You see him palming himself over his pants, a wet spot starting to grow where the tip of his cock is.
Oh, he really likes this.
Finally, the table is cleared and Nanami lifts you up, setting you down on it with your ass hanging off the edge of the table. Your skirt is shoved up over your torso but it's not getting in the way of the goods so none of you bother taking it off.
You lay back and run a hand over Nanami's cock, his pants still annoyingly in the way. Higuruma takes his place between your legs, pulling your soaked panties off and tossing them aside. He's still touching himself through his pants as he laps at your pussy once again— tongue swirling around your clit like he's spelling your name over it.
"Oh, fuck! Just like that, please!" You shout. The man is a fucking expert.
Nanami pulls himself free of his pants— holding his cock with one hand and the other other gripping at your hair tightly, guiding your mouth to his cock. You flutter your lashes at him and comply, opening your mouth to allow him inside. Your lips stretch around the girth and he hisses as your run your tongue along the underside before putting more of him into your mouth. A low moan leaves you as Higuruma opens you up on his fingers at the same time.
Higuruma finds your spot again with his finger, tongue whirling around your clit. You pop off your husband's dick to look down at Higuruma between your thighs— tired eyes look up at you as you tug your fingers into his dark hair. His moans into your core are getting louder. Is he going to get off from just eating you out at touching himself over his clothes?
You pump Nanami's cock before putting it back in your mouth, the taste of pre-cum on his tip. Nanami is looking down at you, oscillating between petting your hair and gripping it. The veins in his forearms bulge as he flexes. He always looks so good from down here near his cock.
Your eyes roll back as you continue to suck off Nanami and hold Higuruma by his hair and grind your cunt into his face. You feel a tightness coiling in your gut. It bursts when Higuruma sucks on your clit harshly. You can't help but pull away from your husbands cock in order to shout. Squirt gushes out of you and Higuruma eats that up, too.
"Fuck, baby, you're going to make me cum," he says against your cunt. You're still buzzing from the high of your orgasm when he his hips buck forward from where he's sitting. With a loud whimper, he slumps forward.
"Did you just cum from eating out my wife?" Nanami asks, half in amusement and half in awe.
Higuruma wipes his mouth, eyes glazed over as he stares at your cunt. "How could I not?"
You're still panting and getting your bearings. Nanami is staring at the man still on his knees and grabs you to whip you around, placing his throbbing cock at your entrance. Nanami stares the lawyer in the eyes as he slams into you. A surprised scream leaves you as he bottoms out all in one go.
"Thank you for getting her ready for me. Now, why don't you go over those numbers again," Nanami says, pulling out and slamming back inside.
"A-are you seriously- ah! Kento!- going to talk business while you're in-inside me?" You ask incredulously.
Instead of answering, he begins fucking you in earnest, hands gripping your hips bruisingly. Your hands tighten on the edges of the table to stay on it, the force of his hips threatening to send you careening. You barely hear the shuffle of papers over the fucked out sounds coming out of your mouth. You look to Higuruma. He's looking something over, the wet spot in his pants big and obvious, face still flushed from cumming.
"You sure you don't want to put a pin in this while you fuck your wife in front of me?" Higuruma says, licking his lips.
"No, we can definitely do both," Nanami states, hips never wavering even as you become a whimpering mess beneath him. "I'm sure you can multitask as well."
"Kento, please- hah- you-"
"Hush, love, we have business to discuss," Nanami says, hitching your legs up to his shoulders, hands kneading into your thighs, hips still pistoning into you.
Nanami's hard heavy cock is dragging along your walls— pelvis slamming into your clit— balls slapping on your ass. The sound of it all is so obscene; and here is this lawyer, holding business papers in one hand and one of your tits in the other while your husband drives into you. You reach for Higuruma's dick as he plays with one of your nipples, talking about fucking numbers of all things.
"The problem with your proposition is the outputs, it seems... ah, mm- a little ambitious," Higuruma says as you run your hand over his rapidly growing cock.
You take a moment to appreciate the man's stamina. Speaking of, you look at your husband, but he's looking at the lawyer— dragging his cock slower inside of you— making you whine with need.
"You doing okay there, kitten?" Nanami asks, slightly teasing.
"Kento, I need-" you start, but he already knows.
His thumb finds your clit, giving it the friction you need. Higuruma frees himself of his pants— cock standing erect. You're in the perfect position over the table to let him fuck your throat. You lay your head back and let him do it, opening wide. It stretches your lips as it bullies past them. Higuruma takes it slow for a moment before picking up the pace— and the paperwork.
"I'm seeing where we might be able to pivot some of the- mm- focus," Nanami says.
You whine around the cock in your mouth, the thrusts from Nanami causing you to swallow more of Higuruma as they both thrust into you at both ends. You're drooling and moaning around Higuruma's dick, trying to breath as he beats up your throat. Nanami keeps playing with your cunt— fucking you and rubbing your clit in a circle, over and over— the pressure is building up again. The thrill of being shared between these two men as they continue to act like this is a normal business meeting is driving you insane.
Somewhere between an agreement about 'deliverables' and 'rounding squares,' they lean in for each other over your prone body. As they continue to use you, they lock lips— tongues and lips clashing as they grab at each other. It's so hot and passionate and... would they fuck each other? Would they do it in front of you and let you watch? The idea alone...
Fuck, you're cumming again, spasming against Nanami, gushing over his cock. Higuruma's keeps your moans muted with his dick in your mouth. He looks down at you, rubbing your cheek gently as tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks.
"God, you're beautiful," Higuruma coos.
"Good girl, cumming on my cock like that, squeezing me," Nanami praises.
Nanami's hips start stuttering and his hands find your hips once again. He slams into you over and over. Higuruma takes his cock from your mouth and you pant, catching your breath as Nanami pushes in as far as he can, tip battering at your cervix. With a soft growl he pumps in one more time before he is spilling inside of you. You feel it, warm and wet deep inside of your abused pussy, filling you up.
"Mm, Kento," you sigh, satisfied, laying your head back on the table.
"Can I fuck her next?" Higuruma asks, stroking his cock while Nanami pulls out.
"You can ask me," you bite out. "He might be my husband but I'm my own person."
Higuruma has the decency to look contrite before asking, "Can I fuck you?"
You feel your husbands cum trailing out of your sore cunt and can't help but be greedy. "Yeah, I can take more."
Nanami straightens himself out while Higuruma comes between your parted legs. He lines himself up and enters easily. There's a squelching sound as he pushes in, Nanami's cum spilling out around the lawyer.
"How are you still so tight after all that?" Higuruma whispers in wonder. "Fuck, Nanami, where did you get this girl?"
Nanami smiles and takes a seat, intent on enjoying the show. His pants are a mess from when you came on him, but otherwise he looks as professional as he always did— barely a hair out of place.
"Hiromi, fuck me," you demand as the man is barely pumping in and out of you, seeming to enjoy how wet and tight you are. "I want you fuck me like you mean it."
Nanami raises an eyebrow at that. "Yes, show us your best work."
Higuruma pulls almost all the way out and fucks back into you, the sound of your wet pussy sucking him in and the slap of skin against skin loud in the otherwise quiet room. He keeps going, punching out huffs and moans from you with every stroke. You reach a hand out towards Nanami and he takes it.
"You take me so well, baby," Higuruma says, fingers digging into your thighs.
Nanami sits back and enjoys for a while, your teary eyes gazing into his as Higuruma caused all manner of lewd noises and words to spill from your lips. When Higuruma picked up his pace as if he was getting close, Nanami stood up and began rubbing your clit again.
"Ah! Kento- Hiromi- I- don't stop, please- I'm-"
Nanami rubs you faster and Higuruma fucks you harder. They are both trying to bring you a third climax— some type of strange teamwork happening — a beautiful bit of team building these bastards have going. They grab at each other again, Higuruma gasping into your husband's mouth as he got close to his own orgasm.
"Can I come inside you?" Higuruma asks you between kisses with Nanami. "Please, I- I need it-"
"Yes, please, come inside me," you beg.
This was usually a hard no for Nanami when you two did this but you're feeling wicked— nasty— and you don't care. It would seem he doesn't either as he starts to whisper filth into Higuruma's ear, encouraging him to come inside of you as deep as he could get it. The way he's cupping the lawyers face with the hand that isn't driving you wild by rubbing your clit is doing something to you.
Nanami isn't usually one for being overly affectionate to the people you two have invited in before, but here he is, kissing Higuruma with such desire it almost makes you jealous— almost. Perhaps all that business talk was their own form of foreplay.
Higuruma pushes in once— twice— three times— and he's coming, deep inside of you. You whimper, the feeling of it so wet and filthy and— fuck, you need to come.
"Go on, kitten. Come for us," Nanami says.
Higuruma still fucks into you but you can tell that he's feeling overly sensitive. Nanami flicks your clit just right and you come again, squirting over your husband's hand and the lawyers cock.
"Hi-Hiromi- uh- fuck!" You scream.
They slow down as you come down, panting and crying— overstimulated by Higuruma just pulling out. A loud squelch happens when he pulls away and you feel a river of cum spill out of your abused hole. Before you can close your legs to try and save whatever modesty you have, Higruruma bends forward, tongue lapping at the mess that is your pussy.
"Stop!" You shriek, every pass of his tongue feeling like too much.
"I'm just cleaning you up, baby. Give me a second longer, please," Higuruma says, going back to it without waiting for an answer.
You watch Nanami shove his face into your cunt further, both of them on their own mission at this point. When Higuruma finally lifts off of the whimpering mess you've become, his mouth is open. You see his cum mixed with yours and Nanami's on his tongue. He grabs Nanami and pushes it into his mouth.
Oh, this man is dirty.
You watch in awe as they swap the fluids between the two of them. Nanami would never do anything like this— did he have a thing for Higuruma? One where he is willing to push his own boundaries?
You don't particularly care— you find it hot.
Sitting up, you grab the both of them, joining in on the kiss. Your tongues, teeth, lips and spit all collide and you can't help but realize how good the three of you taste together. They seem to think so as well as the three of you keep going. Eventually Higuruma pulls away and you and Nanami share a sweet kiss, swallowing whats left behind on your tongues.
"Well," Higuruma says, face flushed and looked completely fucked out. "I suppose... I can take another look at the documents and get back to you."
"I look forward to it," Nanami says, still looking completely put together.
You don't even want to think about what you must look like in this moment. You know you feel completely wrecked. That was probably one of the best threesomes the two of you have had.
Higuruma dares to lean forward and gives you kiss on the cheek before grabbing his briefcase and moving to the door. Nanami walks him there and you see him grab the man's ass.
Oh. This could get interesting.
You smile at your husband as he comes back after closing the door behind their guest.
"You seemed to like that more than usual," you observe.
"Hm. I suppose so. I think he and I... understand each other," Nanami says. "Now, I think it's time for a bath, my dirty little kitten..."