Viktor stood there, his cock rock-hard and twitching, precum already leaking from the tip as he pulled off his shirt and started working on his pants.

"Why can't I look at you both getting naked? We already did more than that, right?" His voice carried genuine confusion as he tugged his belt loose.

Both women had told him to remove his clothes right when he was about to finish in Mira's mouth. Now, as he stripped down, they were suddenly acting shy—telling him not to look.

"Just wait a second," Mira's voice came out trembling, barely audible.

"And now... look," Helena added, her words shaky with embarrassment.

Viktor turned around.

His cock jerked violently, spurting a thick bead of precum as every vein along his shaft tightened and pulsed.

The scene before him—

Both women knelt on the bed, their backs arched so deeply it looked almost painful. Their heads were buried in the pillows, faces hidden. But their hands... fuck, their hands were spread wide, gripping their own asses, pulling their cheeks apart to expose everything.

Pussy. Asshole. All of it on display, stretched open like an offering.

Helena trembled visibly, her whole body quivering with embarrassment. Mira trembled too, but hers was different—her thighs shook with visible excitement, her breathing already ragged.

Viktor chuckled low in his throat, shaking his head as he stepped closer. Slowly. Deliberately.

His eyes drank in every detail.

Mira's pussy lips were a delicate pink, glistening wet, and just above the entrance, he noticed a small mole—cute, almost teasing. Her asshole was a soft pinkish color, the rim twitching nervously as she waited.

Helena's pussy lips were slightly darker, a pinkish-brown hue that spoke of maturity. Her asshole was a deeper brown, tight and clenched, the muscle visibly contracting with each shaky breath she took.

Viktor's cock throbbed harder, aching now.

But he didn't move yet. He just stared, memorizing the sight.

thump thump

Helena's heart hammered so hard she thought it might burst through her ribs.

'What am I doing? What the hell am I doing?'

Her face burned against the pillow, every nerve in her body screaming at her to close her legs, to cover herself, to run.

But she didn't.

Instead, she gripped her ass tighter, spreading herself wider, feeling the cool air brush against the most intimate parts of her body.

'This is humiliating. This is... this is...'

Then Mira's words echoed in her mind—words from earlier that day, down by the pond.

"He's working so hard for us, Helena. For Toby. For you. He's not just some young master anymore. He's acting like a husband. So we... we should act like wives."

Helena had nodded then, but she hadn't fully understood what Mira meant.

Now she did.

'A wife... a wife does this for her husband.'

Her thoughts were cut short as—

SMACK!

Her whole body jolted forward, a sharp sting exploding across her right ass cheek. A moan tore from her throat before she could stop it, her eyes flying wide open as tears pricked the corners.

At the same time, she heard Mira cry out beside her.

SMACK!

Both of them had been hit—Viktor's hands striking their asses at the exact same moment.

Helena's arms flailed, trying to catch herself, but before she could fall forward—

Strong hands gripped her sides, fingers digging into her ribs just beneath her breasts. Viktor's grip was firm, almost bruising, as he lifted both of them upright, pulling them onto their knees.

Her back hit his chest.

Mira's back hit his other side.

And then his hands moved.

He cupped their breasts—massive, overflowing handfuls—using them like handles to hold them in place. Helena gasped as his fingers sank into her flesh, her heavy tits spilling out between his knuckles. Her nipples, already hard and sensitive, pressed into his palms.

Beside her, Mira whimpered, her saggy breasts squishing against Viktor's grip, the soft weight of them jiggling with every breath.

Their tits touched—Helena's perky, jelly-like mounds pressing against Mira's softer, sagging ones. The sensation was strange, intimate, almost too much.

Viktor stood behind them, sandwiched between their bodies, his cock pressing hot and hard against both their asses.

Helena's breath hitched.

Then he looked down at them.

"Kiss me."

Her eyes widened.

Before she could process the command, his fingers found her nipples—pinching hard.

Milk spurted from her tits, warm and wet, dripping down Viktor's fingers and onto the bed below.

Helena cried out, tears streaming down her face as the sharp pleasure-pain shot straight through her body.

Beside her, Mira moaned, her green eyes glazed and dizzy as Viktor pinched her nipples too—longer, thicker, a deep pink that darkened under his touch.

Mira moved first.

She turned her head, burying her face in Viktor's neck, her tongue darting out to lick and suck at his skin.

Helena hesitated for only a second before following.

She pressed her face into the other side of his neck, her lips finding his pulse point, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

Viktor chuckled—a low, dark sound that rumbled through his chest.

His fingers began to play with their nipples mercilessly. Twisting. Pinching. Rolling them between his fingertips.

Helena's small, brown, thick nipples leaked milk steadily now, dripping in warm streams down her belly. Mira's pink nipples, nearly an inch long themselves, stood stiff and swollen, twitching with every touch.

And then—

Both of their hands moved at the same time.

Down.

Down to his cock.

Their fingers wrapped around his shaft together, stroking him in tandem. Helena's hand gripped the base while Mira's stroked the tip, smearing the precum leaking from his slit down his length.

With their other hands, they reached between their own legs, fingers sliding through their soaked folds, rubbing their clits in desperate circles.

Viktor groaned, his head tilting back as he watched them.

"How about today we just sleep like couples?"

His voice cut through the haze.

Helena froze.

Mira froze.

They both looked up at him, confused.

He smiled—soft, almost gentle.

"I know you're both exhausted. Overdoing it will hurt you." His hands left their nipples, moving to cup their faces instead. "And I have work tomorrow. So... let's just be husband and wives tonight."

Helena's chest tightened.

'He's... holding back. For us.'

Tears welled in her eyes again, but this time, they weren't from pain or embarrassment.

They were from something else.

Both women nodded slowly.

Viktor fell backward onto the bed, pulling them down with him.

They landed on either side, their naked bodies pressed against his, their massive tits cushioning his arms as they kissed him—his chest, his shoulders, his neck, his face.

Their hands never stopped stroking his cock.

Up and down.

Up and down.

Until finally—

"Ugh..." Viktor groaned, his whole body tensing as his cock erupted.

Thick ropes of cum shot upward, arcing through the air before raining down on all three of them. It splattered across Mira's breasts, Helena's belly, Viktor's chest, mixing with sweat and milk in a hot, sticky mess.

Both women kept stroking him, milking every last drop until he was finally spent.

Viktor's breathing slowed.

He reached up, cupping both their faces, and pressed a soft kiss to each of their foreheads.

"Good night, my lovely ladies."

Helena closed her eyes, her body finally relaxing as she curled into his side.

Mira did the same on the other side, her head resting on his shoulder.

And for the first time in what felt like forever—

Both in unsion said...

"Good night... Husband..."

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