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It was in the middle of sorting through the storage on his home desktop that Kirito found the locked folder. It was tucked deep in the recesses of the system, hidden inside a directory that you had to know even existed to access, and wasn’t normally visible.
It also wasn’t a space that Kirito accessed regularly. Oh, sure, he made sure his downloads and desktop folders were well-curated, and that his documents were sorted. But anything outside of those three categories was a tangled, labyrinthian mess of files and folders, many containing projects that he’d started on a whim before losing interest, or running into technical issues. He was only going through his computer now because he and Asuna were deep-cleaning their apartment, and he had decided that he might as well clean out and organize his digital storage as well as his physical storage.
Asuna had applauded his decision, and encouraged him to work on it in his spare time. Something that was somewhat rare between the draw of College and Unital Ring. All the same, he had found time to go through the morass of files that his computer had accumulated.
And now he was staring at a folder—a folder named “For Kirito”—that he had no memory of making, locked by a password that he didn’t know.
Kirito didn’t tend to lock his folders with passwords. Yui was better at protecting his data than any password could possibly be, and so it just didn’t seem worth the effort.
So it was unlikely that he’d created this folder. Especially given that when he checked the metadata, it indicated that it contained only JPEG and PNG files. Images, when the few folders that Kirito could remember password-protecting were things like the files that contained Yui’s core personality components and mental processes.
Humming to himself, the hacker ran through his options. Trying to open the folder directly onto his home device was a bad idea in the extreme. Even PNGs could carry viruses if the creator of said virus was canny enough.
But that didn’t change the fact that someone had snuck a folder onto his home computer, slipping it past Yui’s net and his own security measures. For half a second, he considered calling up his daughter. Her status as an AI would have been extremely helpful in this instance—she could have a virtual machine set up and the file tested faster than Kirito would be able to click a button. But she was enjoying herself in Unital Ring at the moment. Kirito didn’t want to pull her away from that for something he could easily do himself.
As the virtual machine spun up, Kirito let his lips twist into a frown. He’d have to talk to Asuna about this. She was the only other one who had access to his desktop in an unrestricted manner, which meant that she most likely either created the folder or knew where it came from. He’d do it when she came home, he decided after a moment’s deliberation.
That was, he mused darkly to himself as he eyed the printer next to his desktop, if the store hadn’t been lying about the model of printer he’d purchased requiring a wired connection.
The folder could be containing a hidden payload file—something that snuck in while Kirito was torrenting something, but that was unlikely. For one, he ran a search for new folders through his computer every time he downloaded a new file bigger than ten megabytes. And that was leaving aside the regular scans Yui gave of his computer. So whatever was in this folder was… probably harmless.
But that was no excuse for laziness.
With a ding, the virtual machine indicated that it had finished booting up. Kirito cracked his knuckles, and got to work. As he pulled up diagnostics tools, he lamented the lack of a second computer in the house that he could test the folder out on. It would have been much easier to simply open it on another machine than to risk the safety of his PC like this, but his latest snapshot had been taken yesterday, so unless his SSD got bricked, he wouldn’t be losing too much.
The folder was a decent size—well over a thousand megabytes. Whatever images the folder contained, there were a lot of them. At least hundreds, but potentially thousands. Diagrams or blueprints, maybe?
But none of that mattered until he could get the folder open. Fortunately, he wasn’t working on simple user-level permissions, and whoever had locked the folder hadn’t bothered to use one of the truly secure software options, like BitLocker. It was easy to pull up a command line window and navigate to the code for the folder itself.
One quick search later, and… “C’mon Asuna…” Kirito grinned sheepishly despite himself.
Password: Selmburg
If she was using the name of the city in Aincrad where he’d proposed to her, then whatever was in this folder had to be something serious. Kirito shivered, his fingers curling up. Now he felt dirty just trying to open it. But at the same time… he wanted to know what she had hidden right beneath his nose for… three years? Kirito blinked, running a hand across his eyes.
The oldest file in the folder, something inconspicuously named [Private_Image_01], was three years old. The folder itself wasn’t much younger, having been created about a week later. There was nothing incriminating in the metadata—the locations that each picture had been taken were generally within Tokyo and its suburbs, although there were a few from Kyoto, and one from all the way out in Okinawa, and there weren’t any signs that someone had manipulated any of the images to turn them into a carrier for a virus. If someone had, it probably would have already triggered by now unless it was really sophisticated.
Okay, now he had to figure out what this was. It was one thing if Asuna had been keeping this a secret for a few weeks, or even a month. His birthday was next month—she could have just been trying to hide a present for him. But years? That made something ugly rise in Kirito’s chest.
Kirito closed out of the command line window, and tapped on the icon for the folder. When the password prompt popped up, he input it without hesitation.
And then he froze.
“What the fuck, Asuna?” The young man muttered breathlessly with wide eyes. Distantly, he swallowed down a load of spit as his throat went dry.
Staring back at him from the screen was a picture of one of his and Asuna’s friends. Rika. Someone who’d been with them since they’d gotten trapped in Aincrad. That in and of itself was nothing noteworthy. Asuna often took photos with their friends. Even the location was nothing special—Kirito recognized his friend’s apartment easily. But what was noteworthy was Rika’s state.
His friend had tugged down the front of her shirt and leaned over, exposing her tits for the camera to capture in perfect 4k resolution. Her other hand was cupped to the side of an open mouth, her thumb and forefinger forming a circle around her lips as if she was offering a blowjob. Her eyes flashed with a delighted sensuality. She knew that she was being sexy—being seductive—and she reveled in it. Her nipples were just barely covered by her shirt, but even then Kirito could see the hard bumps of where they were rubbing against the fabric. There was more to the picture, but it was hard for Kirito to look past his friend’s body, presented in a light he’d never seen before.
With a shaking finger, Kirito pressed the button to move to the next picture. Rika smirked at him from over her shoulder, leaning forward and hiking up her skirt to reveal… The young man gulped as the thick curves of his friend’s ass printed themselves across his psyche. The fabric of her underwear was stretched over her skin, almost visibly denting the tender flesh. Somehow, Kirito knew that if he stuck his fingers underneath her underwear, he would be stuck fast against that tender flesh. It made arousal and guilt swirl in equal measure in his gut.
What was he doing here, looking at naked pictures of his wife’s friend?
Kirito clicked through to another picture. It was another friend this time. Shino—a girl he’d met in GGO as the sniper Sinon who he’d made friends with and had followed him back to the larger friend group, where she’d fit in like a missing puzzle piece that was at last found. And now she was winking at the camera as she took a selfie, tugging her shirt up to reveal some very perky breasts and round pink nipples. Her glasses were gleaming in the sun, her messy brown hair still somehow framing her face almost perfectly to make her gaze smoulder.
Despite himself, Kirito felt a surge of lust flow through his body, stirring his cock as his breath grew quicker. His pants were getting tighter as he started to page through the files, revealing more and more lewd images of women he knew. All of them staring directly into the camera with a lust so palpable that it bled through the screen to hit him with a tidal wave of arousal.
Shino, wearing nothing but her glasses as she lounged on a couch, one eyebrow raised at the camera as if to ask why he wasn’t already touching her. Rika in her Alfheim avatar, leaning on her hammer and wearing nothing but a heavy blacksmith’s apron as she shot a coy look over her shoulder. Her ass looked like it was sculpted out of marble in that shot.
Tomo, one of his oldest friends—who he had known for the longest time only by her online handle of Argo, wearing nothing but her cloak in what looked like the middle of the main city of Alfheim. One of her fingers brushed against her teasing smirk, shushing him through the image even as her eyes sparkled with a knowing mischief. Kirito followed the trail of her cloak down, all the way to her belly, where her other hand grasped the hem, tugging the garment aside just enough to reveal a thin slice of pale flesh—a tiny glimpse of what lay beneath the Info Broker’s protective shell. It seemed almost to shine in the dim light of the photo, revealing oh-so-little that Kirito wasn’t even sure if she was revealing a bit of leg, or hiding her pussy just out of sight.
And he likely never would know.
The images seemed only to get wilder and wilder. At one point, he came across an image of Rika leaned back on a rock at a beach, her swimsuit pulled to the side to reveal a dripping-wet pussy with “For Kirito” written atop her shaved-clean mound.
When had Asuna found the time to take all of these? Were all of his female friends in on it?
A picture of Keiko seemed to confirm that theory. The young girl who had reminded him of his sister once upon a time had bloomed into a wonderful young woman, and while still short, now possessed hips that felt like they belonged on an underwear model. She certainly wasn’t shy about showing them off as she posed mid-stride, her eyes boring into the camera as if she could meet Kirito’s gaze through them. One foot was planted confidently in front of the other, her hip thrust out to the side in a swell that almost dared Kirito to reach out through the screen and grasp it—to wrap his fingers around Keiko’s body and tug her close.
She wouldn’t mind that, right?
Kirito’s cock throbbed inside his pants, straining against the fabric as it tried to leap out. He’d never really been a porn guy. The first time he’d had a sexual awakening had been at sixteen, when Asuna had seduced him, and introduced him to a world of pleasure. Images and video just seemed inadequate compared to the “real thing”.
But now, he was looking at porn. And not just any porn—porn of his friends, the people he played games with and hung out with every day. Rika had teased him about his habit of estimating the volume of containers yesterday; now she was staring out from his computer screen wearing only a smile and cupping her tits as if to offer them for him to grope.
It was almost too much.
And then, just as Kirito felt as though he was reaching his limits, the folder blindsided him again. The first thing he noticed as the next image loaded was chestnut hair, part of it pulled back in a braid. The second thing he noticed was brown eyes glinting with mischief. It was Asuna. His wife had taken a picture of herself, dressed in… that was his hoodie!
The sudden surge of consternation faded almost instantly, overwhelmed by lust and arousal as Kirito took in the rest of the image. His wife was wearing his hoodie, and absolutely nothing else. One of her legs was half-raised, so long that it felt like he could follow its curves forever as she swung her legs halfway across each other. She’d used that technique to seduce him before.
It was just as effective now as it had been then.
Asuna… Asuna had to have planned this, right? Kirito thought to himself. His stomach churned with a strange mix of emotions, but lust smothered each of them. It felt like he was too deep to stop himself now. No matter what his wife’s role in this was.
Surely a few more images couldn’t hurt, right?
The hacker clicked through to the next image, his free hand clenching around the armrest of his chair as tightly as he could. The temptation to squeeze something else was almost burning him. With a flash, the next photo loaded.
As it did, the door creaked open.
“Kirito, are you in here?”
Asuna’s gentle voice slammed into Kirito like a wall of guilt. He’d been throttling down a highway at top speed, and now he was facing the consequences of his recklessness. Could he minimize the files? No, that would just be delaying things—Asuna could likely see the screen already, and trying to hide it at this point would just make it obvious that he was hiding something. She’d probably believe him when he said that he had no idea how those photos wound up on his computer.
Hopefully.
Maybe.
“Asuna, I can explain…” Kirito whirled his chair around, half-rising out of it as his wife stepped into the room, peering past him to look at the computer. The computer that was displaying porn of their friends.
For a moment, she looked confused. Then, her eyes widened and… she smiled?
“Oh,” Asuna’s voice was quiet, breathy, but excited. She raised one hand to her face, as if to cover the broad grin that was stretching across her cheeks. “You found it.”
“Asuna, I—” Kirito began, only to cut himself off with a gulp as Asuna grasped the bottom of her shirt and tugged it over her head. Her breasts swung out, bouncing a little as they settled back into the comforting embrace of a bra. A rather fancy bra, almost pitch-black, but with silver embroidery emphasizing the curve of her tits. It wasn’t quite one of her pieces of lingerie, but it came close.
“I’ve been waiting for you to open up that folder for a while now, Kirito,” Asuna’s expression was bright and lustful as she advanced, discarding her shirt to one side like a dirty rag. “There’s so much that I want to share with you.” It was all Kirito could do to not simply stare as his wife ran her hands up the sides of her body, her fingers ghosting over the light curves of her belly and palming the juicy mounds of her breasts.
The hacker abruptly remembered something that had slipped his mind in his sudden panic about his wife walking in on him looking at nudes of other women; she’d been the one to gather those pictures and place them on his computer.
“Asuna… what is this?” Kirito tried to keep his voice as steady as he could—not an easy task when his wife was putting all her effort into that hip swing that never failed to draw his eyes and blank out everything else in the world. She tucked her thumbs into her belt, splaying her fingers across her crotch. Below that strip of leather, her body curved outward gently, swelling with a hint of the toned, globe-like ass that Kirito knew was rippling sensually as Asuna walked forward.
“It’s exactly what it looks like, Kirito,” Asuna stepped up to his chair, placed one finger on his shoulder, and gently pushed him back down into his seat before turning the chair around to face the computer once more. The monitor was showing the exact same image it had when he’d turned to find his wife at the door: Shino, her brown hair framing her face as she simultaneously tugged her glasses down and her skirt up.
She was staring at him with lustful, greedy eyes. Eyes that practically screamed at him to fuck her. Shino was even pointing a finger down at her bare cunt with the hand holding up her skirt, as if to tell him where to put his cock.
“This is a collection of nudes from every single woman who wants to fuck you.”
Asuna gently reached forward, and placed her hand over the mouse.
*Click*
Shino’s visage was replaced with another picture of Tomo. The info broker had draped her cloak over one shoulder, half-hiding her naked body as she twirled on one foot. Kirito could just make out the curve of her ass and the swell of her breasts, but the grin on his friend’s face told him that she knew she was tempting him with something just out of reach.
God, she was such a fucking tease.
“Every…”
Asuna seemed to savor the word as she clicked again. It was a picture of Rika, in her ALO avatar again, a hammer slung over her shoulders as she planted her feet shoulder-width apart. Her wrists rested gently on either end of the hammer, and her naked breasts gleamed with sweat in the light of the forge off to the right. A single droplet ran into one of her nipples, brushing against the pink nub as it slowly made its way downward. Kirito followed it, his eyes wide and his breath coming fast. Everything below Rika’s belly vanished beneath the bottom of the frame, leaving Kirito with the terrible desire for more.
“Single…”
Another click. An image of Keiko replaced Rika’s shot, the smaller girl curled up into a ball, her legs spread just enough to not hide anything as she ran her tongue across her lips. Her fingers parted the swollen edges of her cunt temptingly, offering a tantalizing glimpse at the dripping pink flesh beyond.
“One.”
One last click. Kirito stared at the image, almost uncomprehending. Shino and Tomo leaned against each other on the screen, their hands running over each other’s nude bodies. Shino had thrust one of her legs between Tomo’s, cocking her head and laying a hand on the info broker’s curvy hip. She wasn’t quite pushing Tomo to grind against her thigh, but the suggestion was clearly there.
It was a melding of curves and bodies that almost drove Kirito to madness. Shino and Tomo’s breasts were squished together, the small mounds deforming as the two embraced. But there wasn’t any safe space to look. Shino’s arms drove his gaze down to meet Tomo’s ass. Had it always been so pert? So perky and round? Not that Shino’s butt was any less sensual or dangerous. It was bigger, but no less firm for it. The sniper’s thighs were sized to match, her flesh just barely rippling with a hint of softness that Kirito longed to feel. But that wasn’t what was really driving him insane.
Both of them were staring at the camera with abject lust. Kirito wanted to be there with them, despite himself. He wanted to dive headfirst into the picture on screen and join these two women in the mutual pleasure that all of them wanted.
“Do you like it~?” Asuna asked, breathless and heady next to Kirito’s ear. It sent a shiver down his spine as his cock strained painfully against his pants.
Kirito opened his mouth, but no words came out. His eyes stayed rooted to the screen, even as Asuna leaned in closer, laying an arm across his back and nestling her chin on his shoulder. “I thought a lot about how you’d react when you found this collection, Kirito,” His wife murmured. He could feel her voice sinking into his bones. Her hand on his back inched down and around, tugging on his belt as if trying to take it off.
Absently, almost unconsciously, Kirito undid his belt buckle. Asuna had his cock in her hand within seconds. Her touch was light, almost ghosting across his dick. Each little brush of skin against skin sent lightning through Kirito’s brain. He knew, on some level, that he should be upset, or displeased that his wife had apparently been doing something so nakedly sexual behind his back.
But he couldn’t muster up the will. Lust had taken over his brain.
“I worried about how you might take it,” Asuna continued, her fingers stroking circles around the tip of his dick as she murmured into Kirito’s ear. “That you might be angry about me storing these things on your computer.”
“That’s—” Kirito began, only to get caught off guard as Asuna rested a finger against his lips. The young man glanced over at his wife, only to find himself unable to tear his eyes away from hers once they had met. Asuna smiled at him, and wrapped her fingers tighter around his cock, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body.
“What do you think, Kirito?” Asuna asked, stroking his dick with gentle fingers. It was like a band of pleasure had slipped over his shaft, making his breath tight every time it completed a cycle of movement up and down. “Do you like your surprise?”
Kirito didn’t respond immediately.
How could he, with the bombardment of so much new information in so short of a time. It wasn’t every day that a man learned that his wife had been taking nudes of all of their female friends, apparently for his sole viewing pleasure.
“Asuna,” Kirito managed eventually, his voice high and tight as his wife leaned in against his shoulder, her lips brushing against his ear. “When did you…”
“Start doing this?” Asuna hummed. “I’ve been at it for three years.” The young woman’s grip on Kirito’s cock tightened as she talked, until she was fully stroking him off. Masturbating him.
“It’s been interesting trying to find the time to take pictures.” Asuna continued, even as she let go of Kirito’s shoulder. “I never wanted to give up any time with you, and the girls were more than happy to take photos of each other, but…” Cloth rustled as Kirito’s fingers dug into the armrests of his chair. His cock throbbed, bobbing up and down as if searching for a wet hole to plunge into. Asuna’s hand was barely enough to satisfy it, even as she expertly massaged his member.
“Sometimes, I just wanted to have a bit of a personal touch on my gift, you know?” Asuna said casually, as if she was describing a family new years’ present and not a folder of porn.
Kirito gulped as his wife clicked to a new photo. Rika reclined on a couch, resting her chin atop her folded hands on the armrest as she laid on her side. The pose seemed to emphasize the curve of her legs, drawing the hacker’s eye in to trace that soft line all the way up to her naked pussy. It devoured his attention, and he leaned forward slightly as if he could leap through the screen and into the room displayed beyond.
“I’m rather proud of this one,” Asuna hummed as she rubbed her hand over the tip of Kirito’s cock, smearing some precum around as lubrication. She’d taken this photo? “It was hard to get Rika to hold that pose long enough for me to snap a picture, but I think it’s one of the best ones I’ve taken.”
Then, casually, she asked a question that pierced the haze of lust that clouded Kirito’s mind.
“Do you like it?”
Did he like it? Did Kirito like this… this… pornography of his friend? This pinup that his wife had taken specifically in the hopes that he would one day see it?
…
“I do,” Kirito said quietly, the words almost feeling like a betrayal. But when he saw the warm, ecstatic smile that broke out across Asuna’s face, he couldn’t even think of holding on to that emotion.
Asuna leaned forward, kissing him on the cheek. “That’s great!” She beamed, her eyes crinkling with joy.
“Do you want to show me your favorites?” Asuna asked as she pulled away. “We’ve taken a lot of photos, and I think I have a good idea of what you like, but…” Her hand twisted around Kirito’s cock, rubbing it back to a throbbing hardness as his wife’s eyes smoldered with lust. “I want to make sure you enjoy your presents~”
Dread settled down over Kirito like a blanket even as his arousal surged upward. The two forces met in his head, clawing for space in his mind. As he struggled with his thoughts, Asuna lifted his hand up, settling it on the mouse.
“Go ahead, Kirito.” Asuna said, her clothing rustling as… was she?
Kirito glanced up over his shoulder at his wife. With a smile, she unhooked her belt with one hand, drawing it out of the loops that held it and letting the strip of leather fall to the floor with a clatter. Then, Asuna reached down and started to toy with the button of her pants. Her fingers were so long and slender. He could feel her grip on his cock still. How was she so dextrous?
In an instant, Asuna undid the button of her pants, and slid her fingers inside. A soft breath escaped her lips as her grip on Kirito’s cock tightened for a moment, squeezing the tip of his member.
“Won’t you show me your favorite shots?” Asuna crooned, her voice husky with lust.
With a roar of triumph, Kirito’s arousal hurled itself upward, tearing apart the blanket of dread and embarrassment that threatened to quash him. Shakily, the hacker turned back to the computer, all too aware of his wife rubbing both herself and him as she watched from over his shoulder.
“Ah, I… really liked this one,” Kirito began hesitantly, scrolling back to the image of Tomo in what looked like an alley just off of the central plaza of Alfheim’s main city. It had to be in a private instance, given the lack of people in the area beyond the info broker, but it was still a… striking image.
Asuna twisted her hand around his cock, rubbing her palm against his tip and drawing a moan from his lips. “It’s a nice picture,” she hummed, tilting her head to the side. “Makes you want to pull that cloak open and see if she’s really wearing nothing beneath it, doesn’t it?” She teased with sound and skin, stroking the tips of her fingers clockwise around Kirito’s member in a motion that nearly drove the breath from his lungs.
“Asuna—” Kirito gasped, starting to push himself up from his chair. His cock was angry with need and he… his wife was driving him wild.
“Soon, Kirito.” Asuna soothed him with a finger to his lips. It smelled like her. Her pussy, dripping wet. Kirito almost opened his mouth to suck the lingering fluid off of it. “First, I want to know what your favorite picture of each girl is.”
Each girl?
“I’m not the only one who wants to know, either,” Asuna hummed as she pulled her finger away. Kirito’s eyes followed it as his wife slipped it back into her pants to once more finger her pussy, the action just barely hidden. “Everyone has their own theories, but I want to find out~”
This was going to be shared. The fact slapped Kirito upside the head as he slowly turned back to the computer. Asuna was going to share the fact that he’d seen his female friends naked with said friends. And they would probably be ecstatic about it.
Could his day get any more surreal?
“Well, Kirito?” Asuna whispered in his ear as he finally started to move the mouse. “Go on. Show me what you like~”
Her words carried lust into his body—sinking deep into his mind. All he could do was obey her instructions, scrolling back up through the folder and clicking on a file. The image of Rika leaning back on the beach filled the screen again, her swimsuit tugged down to reveal that incredibly arousing tattoo.
For Kirito.
Asuna growled in Kirito’s ear. A lustful, almost feral sound as she started to stroke his cock faster, each pump making him shiver. “This one?” she asked, her voice about as tight as Kirito felt. “What do you like about it?”
The question almost knocked the hacker out of the accumulated lust that shrouded him. But his wife’s hand slipped down his cock, rippling and twisting, and drew him right back in like a fish on a line. “The—the writing!” Kirito gasped. “I like—the writing…!”
“You like her marking herself for you, hmm?” Asuna asked, her hair brushing against Kirito’s neck as she shifted, reaching over his arm to lay her hand over his on the mouse. Deftly, she right-clicked the image, and selected…
“Asuna…” Kirito said, reason breaking through the haze of lust that shrouded him. “That’s the print button!”
“Yes,” Asuna smirked, leaning over just far enough to meet him in a brief kiss. Her lips tasted like salt and sex. “Do you trust me?”
That wasn’t even a question.
“Of course,” Kirito said firmly. Asuna had gone after him when he’d been poisoned. She’d stood with him through the Unital Ring crisis, helped him figure out how to get an actual job, and agreed to marry him in real life. Even if this folder… changed things, he still trusted her with his life.
And he could probably delete the print records later.
“Then let your darling wife do what she’s dreamed of doing for three years now.” Asuna kissed him again, longer and deeper this time, her tongue tangling against his own as the printer whirred with its new task. As the noise stuttered to a halt, Asuna pulled away, a strand of saliva leaving them connected. Her eyes sparkled with lust and excitement.
“Now, show me your favorite picture of Shinonon.”
“You’re using that nickname here?” Kirito chuckled, even as he started to navigate through the folder again. Where was it—there.
Kirito’s cock throbbed in Asuna’s grip as a new image expanded to fill the screen. Shino was standing, facing away from the camera in what Kirito recognized as her apartment, wearing very little. She was sucking on a light blue popsicle, her head turned to the side as she tucked a lock of hair back behind her ear. Her tongue was wrapped around the cold treat, as if licking at it would make it tastier. Except, she wasn’t. It was incredibly easy to imagine that it was his dick in Shino’s grip instead of that popsicle, and from the way her one visible eye blazed with lust, she was probably doing just that.
“It’s just my way of showing affection,” Asuna hummed as she continued to gently stroke him. Every time he felt his lust about to peak she would suddenly stop, clamping her fingers just tight enough around his cock to knock his lust away from an orgasm. But she was building towards something. That she was printing Shino’s picture as well was proof enough of that. “But I can see you like someone’s ass.” His wife grinned as her words drew Kirito’s eyes down the picture to the incredible curve of his friend’s rear.
It truly was an incredible ass. The tight leggings—or were they yoga pants? Kirito couldn’t tell—clung to Shino’s ass as if vacuumed on, and the hacker’s gaze lingered on the swell of those two perfectly-shaped cheeks in appreciation. Shino’s hips were cocked, only seeming to emphasize the way her thighs led into her ass, and Kirito’s hand itched with the urge to spank it. To send his friend’s ass jiggling and rippling and feel it perfectly firm beneath his hand. He’d certainly seen it enough when Shino dragged him to the gym to work out.
Wait… had that been on purpose?
“One more to go,” Asuna murmured in Kirito’s ear. His cock throbbed at the implication. “Keiko joined us later than the others, but she’s very photogenic, isn’t she?”
Kirito nodded dumbly, his mouth somehow both dry and salivating at the same time. The anticipation was killing him. There was a light at the end of the tunnel, and every time he thought he might reach it, Asuna yanked him back into the darkness.
He knew what Asuna’s instructions would be, and so before the words even left her mouth, he was already pulling up the photo that had lingered in his mind since he’d seen it.
It was a simple photo, especially compared to some of the ones in the folder, but no less arousing for it. Keiko stood topless in what Kirito was pretty sure was his own living room, lifting her skirt up to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. That, and the vibrator taped to her thigh. Her face was flushed scarlet, and the hacker could almost see her shivering with pleasure through the screen.
“Oh, this one, huh?” Asuna hummed. The printer whirred as she stroked his cock. “She spent fifteen minutes with that vibe in her on full blast before Rika took that pic. Poor girl came all over herself after the photo was taken.” Kirito could see it in his mind’s eye. Keiko squirming with pent-up lust as Rika snapped photo after photo, trying to create one that would be good enough to keep. And all the while that vibrator kept tormenting and teasing Keiko, until at last she couldn’t take it any longer and collapsed to the ground amidst a tide of pleasure.
“I want to try that sometime,” Asuna admitted, her voice heady with desire.
“We can do that soon,” Kirito said. It was hard to get the words out through the lust in his throat, but he managed. As he spoke, his wife set Keiko’s picture to print. And then, for good measure, she went and set the one of Tomo he had picked out to print as well.
“So… what are we going to do with these?” Kirito asked as his wife turned his chair just enough that she could straddle his lap, her legs soft against his.
Asuna’s lust-filled smile almost blinded him as she brought her other hand into play, working both of them around his cock. Every touch was silky smooth, gliding over his skin and drawing out every little sensation. Kirito was hyper-aware of her fingers as they squeezed and rubbed against his shaft, the lightly calloused pads of her palms providing delicious friction as she stroked up and down.
“Well, I thought that the girls should get a little treat of their own for waiting so long~” Asuna sing-songed. “They’ve been very patiently waiting for you to find that folder, you know?”
Three years. The enormity of it still escaped Kirito. He was too full of lust to grapple with something as paradigm-shifting as most of his female friend group being into him enough to take pinups of themselves for him.
Kirito nodded. He knew where this was going. There was only one real possibility if they were going to be making a present of their own for Rika, Shino, Tomo, and Keiko. “Shouldn’t you get off my lap, then?”
“Hmm…” Asuna brushed a lock of hair back behind her ear as she slowly fondled his cock. Gently teasing it, keeping him riding that edge. “Maybe in a bit~”
“Asuna~” Kirito whined. It was a dramatic sort of thing. He would normally have been more than happy to play along with his wife, but he’d been aroused for—the hacker side-eyed the clock on his desktop—over an hour now, and he wanted to cum.
“Oh, fine,” Asuna smiled through the fond exasperation in her words, leaning in to kiss Kirito’s forehead as she rose from her seat. Then she grabbed the photos off of the printer, and started to walk across the room towards their bed. Each step was accompanied by a sway of her hips that made her ass almost ripple in the jeans she was wearing, keeping Kirito almost as aroused as he had been while she’d been giving him a handjob. “I’ll need you here too, Kirito~”
Ah. Kirito couldn’t even muster up any embarrassment as he rose from his chair at long last, almost staggering forward in a lust-drunk haze. Although it felt somewhat self-aggrandizing, the hacker wrapped a hand around his cock as he strode forward, slowly stroking himself. He’d need to be ready for this.
Almost negligently, Asuna tossed the photos onto the bed, each of them a full sheet of paper. They were large, almost obscenely so, and all images of Kirito’s friends. His friends, that apparently wanted to fuck him.
That thought still sent lust tingling down Kirito’s spine.
He was so close. Even this brief respite from his wife’s touch wasn’t enough to cool the lusts that inflamed him.
The photos arranged on the edge of the bed, Asuna beckoned Kirito closer. Obediently, he stepped up to his wife’s side only for her to tug him in front of her.
“Take a good look at them, Darling~” Asuna whispered in his ear as she reached around him to once again grasp his cock. Her touch was different this time. More insistent, almost predatory. “They’ve been waiting so long to see you cum all over them. I wonder which one you’ll grace with your seed first?” She murmured, her other hand reaching up over his shoulder with—that was a phone, with the recording light on.
Of course she’d want a record of this. Kirito almost snorted at the aberrant thought, only for his wife’s words to smother his humor in a blanket of lust.
“Will it be your old friend Tomo?” Asuna asked, turning his cock to the side slightly so that the head was pointing at the info broker’s picture. She grinned lustfully up at Kirito from the paper. Now it almost seemed like she was offering her cloak to him simply so he could cum on it. So that he could stain the garment that the Rat never took off with his own essence.
“Or maybe you’d prefer to see Rika’s face coated in your jizz?” The brunette’s eyes twinkled up at him from her picture. He could already see her features—the sly smile, the cute nose, slathered in his seed. Kirito moaned, the sound slipping out of him without any conscious input. “Oh, you like that? Or maybe you’d prefer to cover something a little lower~” Asuna teased, directing his cock downwards, until it was pointed almost directly at the tattoo covering Rika’s crotch. “She’s told me that she wants to make that permanent, you know,”
The offhand comment sent a shock of arousal through Kirito’s system. A splurt of precum dripped from the tip of his cock onto the edge of the bed, somehow missing the photos arrayed there.
“What about Keiko? She’s grown up into a lovely woman, hasn’t she?” Asuna asked, swinging his cock away from Rika’s picture and past Tomo’s to point to Keiko’s. “All confident and mature and sexual~” The sound of a tongue sliding over lips echoed in Kirito’s ear as Asuna pressed herself closer to him. Two soft mounds squished against his back, one hard nub each radiating pleasure through his body. But the hacker couldn’t tear his eyes away from the image of his friend—the girl who he’d once thought of almost like a little sister—cumming her brains out on a vibrator.
More precum spurted from the tip of his cock as Asuna jerked it upright, not letting a single bit of fluid hit the bed.
“Not yet, Kirito. You have to tell me which one you want, after all.”
“Shino.” The name came easily to his lips. “I—I want to start with Shino.”
Asuna’s expert hand swung his cock back down on the other side of the short line, the motion straining his cock in a way that only added to the complex knot of sensations that fueled the lust that was oh-so-close to boiling over in Kirito’s body.
“With Shino, huh? You want to stain your sniper friend with your cum?” Asuna urged Kirito onward, her voice rough with lust as she started to jerk his cock faster and faster. “You want to cover those glasses with your jizz? Or maybe give that ass something new to wear?”
“Both. I want both,” Kirito gasped, reaching up and back with one hand to bury his fingers in Asuna’s hair. She let him hold her close as the two built closer and closer to the climax both of them sought. “I want to… to mark her.”
“To make her yours?” Asuna asked.
Kirito could only respond with a nod.
“Then do it.” Asuna’s words echoed through the hacker’s skull like a divine mandate. “Make all of them yours.”
That was all it took.
At long last, Kirito tipped over the edge of the cliff of pleasure he’d been teetering on for so long. Cum sprayed from the tip of his cock as he cried out, his voice cracking under the sheer satisfaction of finally letting go. The pleasure was overwhelming, condensing his being down into a single fine moment of ecstasy.
And yet, through it all he kept his eyes open, watching as Asuna moved his cock left and right, letting his jizz spray across the line.
With one spurt, Shino’s popsicle acquired a new, white and sticky flavor.
With another, Rika’s lustful grin was covered in cum.
A third spurt stained Tomo’s prized cloak in Kirito’s essence.
And one final spray of seed occluded Keiko’s face with cloudy white.
“Amazing…” Asuna breathed as Kirito’s orgasm subsided, a few last dribbling spurts of cum landing on the bed.
“Fuck, Asuna…” Kirito moaned as he felt his lust surge again. It was nothing like before, though. A quiet, more easily controlled thing.
Light flashed over Kirito’s shoulder, almost making him wince. “Just taking a photo to share the good news,” Asuna hummed when he glanced back questioningly. Oh. That made sense.
“Wait, how are you sharing that?” Kirito asked, any lingering lust suddenly taking a backseat to more practical concerns about privacy. If his wife was using some sort of unencrypted service, or worse yet, social media to send personal pornography—
“Relax,” Asuna laid a finger across his lips and graced him with a gentle smile. “Everything’s sent through a service that Rika designed herself.”
Ah. That was good. “Let me know how it goes, then?” Kirito grinned shyly, suddenly anxious. What if his friends had different ideas about how this was going to go? Did they even want cum tributes?
Asuna’s phone buzzed, and then buzzed again, and again, and again. After a single glance, his wife clicked it off and tossed it onto the bed. “I think it’s going pretty well. Now, if I recall, I owe you a reward for all the teasing you put up with.”
Kirito shook his head. “Ah, you really don’t—” As he spoke, Asuna stepped around him, unhooked her bra, and flopped onto the bed, her hands already gripping the waistband of her pants as she stared up at him. Her cheeks were flushed with lust, and Kirito felt his cock start to swell up again in response.
“I could go for a reward, I suppose,” he muttered to himself as he pulled off his shirt, now slick with sweat. Asuna giggled as her husband pulled down his pants, only for her laughter to be cut off by a moan as Kirito crawled on top of his wife to kiss her beautiful breasts.
There were a lot more noises after that, very few of them coherent.