The morning sun streamed through the half-drawn curtains, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. Vern lay sprawled on his back, one arm flung wide, the other wrapped possessively around a warm, supple body pressed close to his side. His fingers twitched, still tangled in the damp, silky strands of dark hair—Min Ru’s hair.
His eyes snapped open. *Min Ru?*
The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. He wasn’t alone in bed. His wife, Sherlyn, was still at work, and here he was, naked and tangled up with her best friend. Vern’s cock twitched, still half-hard from the memory of the night before—the way Min Ru had moaned his name, the way her body had arched beneath him as he fucked her senseless.
But how the hell had this happened?
Then it all came rushing back.
Last night, Sherlyn had come home late, exhausted from a double shift at the hospital. Vern had been asleep on the couch, a half-empty glass of whiskey on the coffee table, when Min Ru had texted asking if she could crash on their couch. Sherlyn, in her usual generous mood, had told her to sleep in their bed instead. "You look dead on your feet," she’d said. "Take Vern’s side."
Vern had woken up in the middle of the night to the sound of the shower running. The bathroom door had been left ajar just enough for him to catch a glimpse of Min Ru’s silhouette through the frosted glass, her hands running through her hair, her body slick with water. The scent of her—something floral and intoxicating—had drifted into the bedroom, thick and heavy, making his dick throb.
He’d slipped out of bed and into the bathroom, his cock already hard as steel. Min Ru had turned, her dark eyes widening as she saw him standing there, his shaft jutting proudly from his hips.
"You smell so fucking good," he’d growled, stepping into the shower with her.
She hadn’t resisted. Hadn’t pushed him away.
Instead, she’d moaned as he’d pinned her against the tiled wall, his mouth crashing down on hers. His hands had roamed her wet body, squeezing her tits, sliding between her legs to find her already dripping wet for him. He’d dropped to his knees, burying his face between her thighs, licking and sucking her clit until she was trembling, her fingers clawing at his hair.
"Fuck, Vern," she’d gasped, her hips bucking against his mouth. "Don’t stop—oh god, don’t fucking stop!"
He’d stood up, lifting her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he’d slammed her back against the wall. His cock had found her entrance, and in one hard thrust, he’d buried himself balls-deep inside her.
They’d fucked hard and fast, the water cascading over them as she screamed his name, her nails raking down his back. He’d come inside her with a guttural groan, his cum filling her up as she milked him with her tight, clenching pussy.
And now, here they were.
Vern’s fingers flexed against Min Ru’s waist, his cock stirring again at the memory. She stirred beside him, her lashes fluttering as she woke up, her lips parting in a soft, satisfied sigh.
"Mmm… Vern," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep and sex.
He should’ve pulled away. Should’ve been horrified. But instead, he just grinned, his hand sliding down to cup her ass, giving it a firm squeeze.
"Morning, Min Ru," he rumbled, his voice rough with desire.
She blinked up at him, her cheeks flushing as she realized where she was. Where *she* was—in *his* bed, wrapped around *him*.
"Oh fuck," she whispered, her eyes darting to the love bites on her neck, the smeared makeup, the evidence of their night together.
Vern chuckled darkly, his thumb brushing over her nipple, making it harden instantly. "Sherlyn’s gonna kill us."
Min Ru bit her lip, her breath hitching as his hand slid lower, his fingers teasing the slick folds between her legs. She was already wet again.
"Then we’d better make it worth it," she purred, rolling on top of him, her tits pressing against his chest as she ground her pussy against his hardening cock.
Vern groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him. "You’re gonna be the death of me, Min Ru."
She grinned up at him, her eyes dark with lust. "Good thing you’re already dead."
And with that, he thrust inside her again, his cock claiming her as his own.
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Sherlyn pushed open the front door, her keys jingling as she stepped inside. The house was too quiet. Vern should’ve been up by now, making coffee or at least shuffling around the kitchen in his boxers. But the living room was empty, the kitchen silent.
Then she heard it.
A soft, rhythmic *thumping* from the bedroom—the unmistakable sound of the headboard hitting the wall.
Sherlyn’s eyebrows shot up.
*Oh. My. God.*
She tiptoed down the hall, her heart pounding in her chest as the moans and gasps grew louder. The door was slightly ajar, and she pushed it open just enough to peek inside.
And there they were.
Vern, his back muscles flexing as he pounded into Min Ru from behind, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. Min Ru was on all fours, her tits swinging with every thrust, her mouth open in a silent scream as Vern fucked her like a man possessed.
Sherlyn’s breath hitched.
She should’ve been furious. Should’ve stormed in there and screamed at them both.
But instead, she just stood there, her fingers slipping beneath her skirt, her panties already soaked at the sight of her husband fucking her best friend so brutally