"Well, if that's what you really want…"
She purred, throwing them a teasing glance as her hands slid behind her. With one swift pull, she untied the knot holding her robe together.
The moment the fabric slipped off her shoulders, it was like the air had been sucked out of the room. Her naked form was revealed in all its glory.
Her breasts bounced free, perfectly round and proud, nipples a delicate pink that made Artis audibly mutter...
"Holy shit."
The areolas were flawless—big enough to command attention, but not so big they stole the show.
Then there was her ass. Sweet fucking hell, her ass. Two round, plump globes that seemed sculpted by some perverted god.
The cheeks looked so firm and juicy they practically screamed, bite me.
The crevice between them led to a perfectly sinful wink of her puckered hole, daring them both to stare longer than was appropriate.
"Well? Like what you see?"
She asked, hands planted confidently on her hips, giving them a full view. Her smirk was downright devious—she was having the time of her life.
Lui's jaw practically hit the floor, and his pants were betraying just how much he liked what he was seeing.
"Like? I… uh…"
He sounded like a malfunctioning robot, unable to form a sentence.
"Damn right, babe. Damn fucking right."
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Artis let out a low whistle, his eyes shamelessly glued to Juliana's naked form like she was the goddamn Mona Lisa of hot wives.
Every curve, every jiggle, every inch of flawless skin—he drank it in like a man stranded in a desert stumbling upon an oasis of boobs and ass.
"Damn, Mommy, you've outdone yourself. I swear, it's like seeing perfection in high-def every single time."
Before Juliana could even respond, Artis reached out, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her toward him.
She let out a surprised yelp as she stumbled forward, and her momentum stopped just shy of his face—her round, juicy ass now inches away from his smug expression.
The warmth of his breath brushed against her skin, and she shivered, biting her lip as heat pooled low in her belly.
"Mmm, fuck."
She moaned softly, almost involuntarily, her body betraying her.
Artis chuckled darkly, his hands sliding up to cup her plush cheeks, squeezing them like he'd just discovered the world's softest stress balls.
"Mommy, you've got the kind of ass that could start wars. Come closer—I'm gonna need a better look. Lui, have you been enjoying this perfection?"
"Wait—what are you doing?!"
Juliana tried to protest, but it was too late.
With zero hesitation and maximum audacity, Artis pulled her ass closer and buried his face right between her cheeks, his nose pressing firmly into her crack.
Juliana's knees nearly buckled as a shocked, high-pitched moan escaped her lips.
Then, like some unhinged food critic at a five-star buffet, Artis emerged from Juliana's ass crack, inhaling dramatically and shouting like he'd just discovered the meaning of life.
"Holy fuck! This... this is the greatest thing I've ever tasted!"
Lui, slack-jawed and wide-eyed, stammered,
"I—I didn't even know that was an option... We never—"
His voice trailed off, his mouth practically watering as he watched Artis transform into the most audacious ass connoisseur to ever exist.
"Of course, you didn't, dumbass," Artis said, smirking with the confidence of a man who had all the answers. "You've been sleeping on this masterpiece. But don't worry, I'll show you how a real man worships perfection."
Before Lui could protest, Artis growled low in his throat like a beast claiming his prey and buried his face right back into Juliana's plush ass cheeks.
His tongue darted out, licking boldly and thoroughly, exploring every curve and crevice like he was mapping uncharted territory.
Juliana's whole body trembled, and her hands instinctively gripped Artis's shoulders to keep herself from collapsing.
"Oh, fuck."
She gasped, a loud, breathy moan escaping her lips as her knees buckled.
Artis pulled back just long enough to grin up at her.
"You like that, babe? I'm just getting started."
With that, he dove back in, his mouth pressing hot, sloppy kisses all over her ass, his tongue lapping at her skin with wild abandon.
Juliana could feel his warm saliva trailing down, leaving her cheeks glistening.
When his teeth nipped at the soft, tender flesh of her ass cheek, she let out a sharp cry, her voice a mix of surprise and pleasure.
"A-Ah! Oh my God!"
He chuckled against her skin, biting down again, this time a little harder, making her jump with a startled squeak.
"Fucking amazing."
Artis growled, his voice practically dripping with pride as he pulled his head back from Juliana's gloriously glistening ass.
With zero hesitation, he let his palm fly, delivering a resounding smack to her plump cheek.
The sharp crack of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, immediately followed by Juliana's loud, breathy moan.
Her ass jiggled from the impact like it was auditioning for a music video, and both men just stared, utterly captivated.
Lui felt his brain short-circuit. The way her body reacted, the way her cheeks bounced so sinfully—it was too much.
His dick was throbbing like it had a mind of its own, straining against his pants, begging for release. He needed to do something. Anything.
'I can't fucking take it.'
He thought, his hand drifting to his waistband. His fingers twitched, ready to yank out his cock and go to town right there. But another thought crept into his mind, one that made him hesitate.
'Would Artis punish me for this?'
The idea sent a shiver down his spine—not from fear, but something dangerously close to arousal.
What if Artis stopped everything because of him? Would he ruin this heavenly scene by being too greedy? His mind was a swirling mess of hormones and bad decisions, and yet...
'Should I ask?'
The question hit him like a freight train. Was he really about to ask permission to jerk off? The shame didn't even register because his body was already moving on autopilot.
His hand was practically glued to his pants, his fingers gripping the fabric, hovering just a moment away from freeing his cock.
Like some depraved psychic, Artis turned his head slightly, his face still half-buried in Juliana's ass. His smirk was downright diabolical as his dark eyes locked onto Lui's.
Without missing a beat, Artis reached out and grabbed the bottle, spun it with a flourish, and watched as it predictably landed on Lui.
The flat end pointed at Artis like fate itself was in on the joke. Of course, the bastard had used his damn qi manipulation to rig the spin—again. The cocky grin on his face said it all.
Artis turned to Lui, locking eyes with him like a predator eyeing its prey.
"Alright, big guy. What's it gonna be? Truth or..."
He trailed off deliberately, his hand sliding down Juliana's soft ass before spreading her cheeks wide like he was opening a fucking gift.
Then, like the absolute menace he was, Artis dragged his tongue in a long, slow lick across her crack. Juliana's moan filled the room, her head falling back as she gasped,
"Haaa~!"
The sound sent Lui spiraling. His breathing grew shallow, his dick practically begging for air.
"D-dare."
Lui stammered, the word tumbling out of his mouth before he could even process it.
Artis smirked, the devil himself reincarnated.
"Then here's your dare: pull out your cock and enjoy the show—watch me enjoy your wife."
The words hit Lui like a fucking freight train, and his brain short-circuited.
'Did I hear that right? Did this son of a bitch just give me permission to whip it out?'
His heart was practically doing backflips in his chest, and internally, he was screaming, Yes, yes, YES!
His hands trembled as they hovered over his waistband, his body on autopilot.
Meanwhile, Artis didn't even spare him a second glance, too busy burying his face back between Juliana's cheeks like he was at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
The wet sounds of his tongue exploring every inch of her ass were obscene, and Juliana's moans were getting louder by the second.
Lui felt like his whole life had been leading up to this moment.
He fumbled with his waistband like a man on a mission, finally yanking his pants down to his ankles.
His cock sprang free—or, well, "sprang" might be a stretch.
It stood there, sad and unimpressive, looking more like an overripe baby carrot than anything worthy of admiration.
The foreskin was wrinkly, the head an angry red, and a lonely, singular vein throbbed on the side like it was trying to prove a point.
Artis glanced over, and his face split into the most devilish grin imaginable.
"That's your cock?"
He said, stifling a laugh but failing miserably.
"Oh, Mommy, you've really hit the jackpot with this guy. What a fucking cuck."
Juliana, mid-moan, glanced at her husband and bit her lip, trying not to laugh as Artis slapped her ass again, the sound echoing in the room.
"All the stars have aligned, mommy," he purred, his tongue diving back into her ass like it was the nectar of the gods. "Today's your lucky day."