The hospital looked the same as always the next morning—bright lights, busy corridors, nurses moving with files, doctors striding with authority. But for Kook, Yoongi, Tae, and Mimi, everything felt different.

The blackout had broken their limits. And now? There was no guilt, no hiding. Just filthy secrets—and the urge to tease.

—

In the doctors’ lounge, Jungkook leaned back on the couch, sipping his coffee, while Yoongi flipped lazily through a file. Both men looked perfectly calm, professional. But the smirks tugging at their lips gave them away.

Jungkook broke the silence first. “So…” he drawled, eyes glinting. “How was my wife?”

Yoongi’s smirk widened. “Tae?” He set the file down and leaned back. “Tight. Loud. Filthy. She begged me to cum inside her.”

Jungkook’s cock twitched in his pants. He hid it with another sip of coffee, his voice low. “Yeah? She does that when she’s really close. Did she scream my name by mistake?”

Yoongi chuckled darkly. “No. She screamed mine. Over and over. Said I fucked her better than you.”

Jungkook groaned softly, adjusting his tie as if it would ease the ache in his cock. “Fuck, that’s hot. My slutty wife loving my best friend’s cock.”

Yoongi tilted his head. “And Mimi? Did she beg?”

Jungkook’s smirk turned filthy. “She was already soaked when I slid inside. I thought it was Tae, but the second Mimi moaned, I knew. She told me I was bigger than you.”

Yoongi’s jaw clenched, his cock hardening instantly. “That little slut.”

Jungkook leaned closer, whispering, “She screamed for me, Yoonie. Told me to ruin her.”

Yoongi groaned, running a hand down his face. “We’re fucked, man. Because all I want is to do it again.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Same. And I think our wives want it even more.”

—

Meanwhile, in the nurses’ lounge, Tae and Mimi sat side by side, pretending to go through patient charts. But they weren’t fooling anyone—their giggles and whispered tones made it obvious they weren’t working.

Mimi was the first to break. “So…” she smirked, biting her lip. “How was Yoonie?”

Tae blushed, but her eyes sparkled wickedly. “Rough. He fucked me like he’d been waiting years. Bent me over a cabinet and made me scream his name.”

Mimi squeezed her thighs together, shivering. “God… that sounds so hot. Did he pull your hair?”

Tae’s laugh was shameless. “Yes. And spanked me too. Said I was tighter than you.”

Mimi gasped dramatically, swatting her friend’s arm. “That bastard!” She giggled, her cheeks flushed.

“Okay, your turn. How was Kookie?” Tae leaned closer, eager.

Mimi’s smile turned filthy. “Big. So big. He thought I was you at first, but when he realized, I begged him not to stop. He grabbed me so hard, Tae—I couldn’t walk straight after.”

Tae’s breath hitched, her pussy throbbing. “Fuck… I love it.”

Mimi giggled, whispering, “He said I was wetter than you.”

Tae gasped, eyes wide, then both women burst into laughter, their faces flushed, thighs pressing together under their skirts.

“God, Mimi,” Tae whispered, eyes shining. “We’re such dirty wives.”

Mimi smirked, licking her lips. “And our husbands love us more for it.”

—

By lunchtime, the men couldn’t stop imagining their wives moaning under someone else. And the women couldn’t stop replaying the feel of another man’s cock inside them.

It was shameless. Wrong. Filthy.

And yet, when their eyes met across the cafeteria—Kook staring at Mimi, Yoongi at Tae—their hearts raced with the same thought:

They wanted more.

Much, much more.