The house was quiet that night.

Too quiet.

Jiwon lay beside her, his breathing steady, his weak legs stretched out under the blanket. His arm rested limply on her waist, his soft snores breaking the silence.

Koo stared at the ceiling, wide awake, her body thrumming with restless heat.

Three dicks in one day.

Her lips parted, breath shaky as the memories slammed into her one by one.

Taehyung slamming her into the floor, his filthy whispers in her ear while he filled her with hot cum.

Yoongi’s cock down her throat, the taste of him spilling in her mouth while she came gushing on her fingers.

Namjoon in the shower, spanking her pussy until she squirted, then fucking her so deep her legs gave out.

She squeezed her thighs together under the blanket, her panties already sticky, her pussy aching, fluttering.

Her gaze shifted to Jiwon’s sleeping face, his features soft, vulnerable. Guilt punched her in the chest.

He was a good man. A hardworking man. A husband who loved her. But since his accident, he couldn’t satisfy her. Couldn’t give her what her body craved, what it screamed for every night.

Tears stung her eyes. “It’s not my fault,” she whispered to herself, her voice trembling. “It’s not… you can’t fuck me like they can.”

Her pussy throbbed harder at the thought.

She bit her lip, slid her hand under the blanket, and pressed it between her thighs. The heat was unbearable, her folds slick and swollen from hours of pent-up need.

Her finger circled her clit, a whimper spilling from her throat as the memories consumed her.

“Tae…” she moaned softly, remembering his deep voice ordering her to answer her husband while his cock split her open. She pinched her nipple through her nightdress, her hips rolling against her hand.

“Yoongi…” she whispered next, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she remembered the salty taste of him on her tongue, the way he forced her eyes up while she gagged around his cock. Her fingers pumped faster, two sliding inside her soaked hole.

“Fuck, Namjoon—ahhh…” she gasped quietly, remembering the sting of his spanks, the filthy slap against her pussy that made her gush all over his thighs. Her back arched, sweat beading on her forehead.

Her husband stirred beside her, turning slightly, but still asleep.

Koo bit her hand, muffling her cries as she fingered herself harder, her pussy squelching in the silence of the room.

She imagined all three of them surrounding her, their voices overlapping—

“You’re our slut now.”

“Look at this needy pussy.”

“Beg for it, Koo.”

Her body shook, her legs spread wider, her juices soaking into the sheets as she fucked herself faster.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna—”

Her orgasm ripped through her violently. She bit her knuckles hard as her body convulsed, her pussy squirting all over her hand, soaking the blanket. Her thighs trembled, her nipples throbbing, her cunt clenching desperately around her own fingers as if searching for their cocks again.

She collapsed back onto the pillow, chest heaving, tears sliding down her cheeks.

Jiwon stirred again, his hand brushing her hip unconsciously in his sleep, his breathing deep and even.

Koo stared at him, guilt twisting her insides even as her pussy still pulsed with aftershocks.

She pressed a shaky kiss to his forehead, whispering against his skin.

“I’m sorry… but I can’t stop. I need them.”

And in the darkness, with her husband asleep beside her and the taste of sin still on her lips, Jungkook knew there was no turning back.