___ After a loud party, Yor comes home drunk and Lloyd has to half-carry her back to the apartment.
Her inhibitions lowered by alcohol, she starts talking about not being a good enough wife and begins undressing in the living room, which leads to her and Lloyd having sex on the couch and then moving to the bedroom – while Anya is secretly awake watching them through a peephole drilled in her bedroom door.
___ The Forger household had never been this loud.
Music blared from the living room speakers while laughter and conversation spilled out into the hallway.
Yor stood in the center of it all, a wine glass clutched in her hand, her cheeks flushed from too many refills.
“Another toast!” someone called out, and Yor raised her glass with everyone else, downing the contents in one go.
The room spun pleasantly around her as the alcohol worked its way through her system.
By the time Lloyd decided it was time to leave, Yor could barely walk straight.
She leaned heavily against him as they made their way through the crowd, her legs unsteady beneath her.
“I think…
I think I’ve had too much,” she giggled, her words slurring slightly.
Lloyd’s arm wrapped around her waist to keep her upright.
“Come on, let’s get you home,” he said, guiding her toward the door.
The walk back to their apartment was a struggle, with Yor stumbling every few steps and Lloyd having to practically carry her the rest of the way.
Once inside their apartment, Yor collapsed onto the couch, her red dress riding up her thighs.
She looked up at Lloyd with unfocused eyes, something shifting in her expression.
“Lloyd,” she said, her voice taking on a different tone.
“I’m not…
I’m not a good wife, am I?” Lloyd paused in the middle of removing his jacket.
“What are you talking about?” “I don’t cook enough.
I work too much.
I don’t…
I don’t do the things a wife should do for her husband.” Yor’s eyes filled with tears as the alcohol loosened her tongue.
“I should be better.
I should make you happy.” She stood up unsteadily, swaying on her feet.
Her hands moved to the zipper of her dress, pulling it down with fumbling fingers.
The fabric slid down her body, revealing the black lace bra and panties she wore underneath.
“Yor, what are you doing?” Lloyd asked, his voice tight.
“Being a good wife,” she declared, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra.
Her large boobs spilled free, the pale flesh marked with faint red lines from the underwire.
Her pink nipples were already hardening in the cool air of the apartment.
Lloyd’s breath caught in his throat as he watched his wife strip in front of him.
The sight of her naked body, usually so carefully hidden beneath her assassin attire and housewife clothes, was overwhelming.
His cock stirred in his pants despite his attempts to remain professional.
“This is what wives do,” Yor continued, pushing her panties down her legs.
She stood completely naked before him, her body on full display.
“They give themselves to their husbands.” “Yor, you’re drunk,” Lloyd said, but his voice lacked conviction.
His eyes traced over her curves, taking in the swell of her boobs, the curve of her hips, the dark triangle of hair between her legs.
“I know what I’m doing,” she insisted, stepping closer to him.
Her hands reached for his shirt, fingers working at the buttons.
“We need to be a loving family.
For the mission.
For Anya.” The mention of their cover story seemed to break something in Lloyd’s resolve.
He grabbed her wrists, stopping her from undressing him further.
“You’re right,” he said, his voice low.
“For the mission.
We need to maintain our cover as a loving couple.” He pulled her against him, his mouth finding hers in a desperate kiss.
Yor’s arms wrapped around his neck as she pressed her naked body against his clothed one.
Lloyd’s hands roamed over her back, sliding down to cup her ass.
They stumbled backward until Yor’s back hit the wall.
Lloyd’s mouth moved to her neck, kissing and biting at the sensitive skin while his hands found her boobs.
He squeezed the soft flesh, his thumbs brushing over her nipples.
“Yes,” Yor moaned, arching into his touch.
“Touch me like that.” Lloyd’s fingers pinched her nipples, rolling the hardened peaks between his fingers.
Yor gasped at the sensation, her hips bucking forward.
He lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his hand continued to work the other.
Yor’s fingers tangled in his hair, holding him against her chest.
The alcohol made everything feel more intense, more urgent.
She could feel wetness gathering between her legs, her body responding to Lloyd’s touch.
“I need you,” she whispered.
“Please, Lloyd.” He pulled back just long enough to shed his clothes, his cock springing free.
Yor reached for him, her hand wrapping around his length, stroking him with unsteady movements.
“On the couch,” Lloyd instructed, guiding her backward.
Yor lay back on the cushions, spreading her legs invitingly.
Lloyd settled between them, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance.
He pushed inside her slowly, giving her time to adjust.
Yor moaned at the stretch, her inner walls clenching around him.
Once he was fully seated, he began to move, his thrusts steady and deep.
The living room filled with the sounds of their coupling – skin meeting skin, Yor’s moans, Lloyd’s grunts of pleasure.
He fucked her with purpose, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her.
“Harder,” Yor begged, her legs wrapping around his waist.
“Fuck me harder.” Lloyd complied, his pace increasing.
The couch creaked beneath them as he pounded into her, each thrust making her boobs bounce.
Yor reached up to touch them, squeezing the soft flesh while Lloyd watched with dark eyes.
He leaned down to capture one nipple in his mouth again, sucking and biting at the sensitive peak.
Yor cried out, her back arching off the couch.
The dual stimulation of his cock inside her and his mouth on her nipple was overwhelming.
“I’m close,” she gasped, her inner walls fluttering around him.
“Don’t stop.” Lloyd maintained his rhythm, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles.
Yor came with a cry, her body going rigid as pleasure crashed through her.
The sight of her orgasm pushed Lloyd over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled her.
They lay together on the couch, breathing heavily.
After a moment, Lloyd pulled out and helped Yor to her feet.
“Let’s move to the bedroom,” he suggested, his hands still roaming over her naked body.
Yor nodded, allowing him to lead her down the hallway.
They passed Anya’s door without noticing the small peephole that had been drilled through the wood, or the violet eye watching them from the other side.
Anya had been awake when they came home, drawn by the noise.
She’d watched through her peephole as her parents stumbled into the living room, watched as her mother stripped naked, watched as they had sex on the couch.
Now she watched as they moved toward the bedroom, her small hand pressed against her mouth.
In the bedroom, Lloyd pushed Yor onto the bed, climbing on top of her.
His mouth found hers again, the kiss hungry and demanding.
Yor responded with equal fervor, her legs spreading to accommodate him.
He entered her again, the angle different from the couch.
Yor moaned at the deeper penetration, her hands clutching at his shoulders.
Lloyd set a slower pace this time, savoring the feeling of being inside her.
“You feel so good,” he murmured against her neck.
“So tight.
So wet.” Yor wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
Her boobs pressed against his chest, the hard points of her nipples rubbing against his skin.
Lloyd reached between them to touch one, pinching and rolling the sensitive peak.
“Yes,” Yor gasped.
“Play with my nipples.
I love when you do that.” Lloyd obliged, his mouth finding her other nipple.
He sucked hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
Yor cried out, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts.
They moved together in the darkness, lost in the sensation of each other’s bodies.
Lloyd’s hands mapped every inch of her, learning what made her moan and writhe.
Yor discovered that she enjoyed the feeling of his cock stretching her, the way he filled her completely.
“I’m going to cum again,” she warned, her inner walls beginning to flutter.
Lloyd increased his pace, his thumb returning to her clit.
Yor came with a scream, her body convulsing beneath him.
The feeling of her orgasm triggered his own, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her.
They collapsed together on the bed, exhausted and satisfied.
Lloyd pulled Yor against his chest, his hand resting on her boob as they drifted off to sleep.
Anya remained at her peephole for a long time after the sounds stopped, her young mind trying to process what she’d witnessed.
Eventually, she climbed back into bed, pulling the covers over her head.
The apartment was quiet except for the soft breathing of its occupants, the events of the night already fading into memory.