The guest house had been their undoing. After that night, there was no going back.

Back at the hospital, their secret burned under the fluorescent lights. To everyone else, they were still the perfect doctors and their pretty slutty nurse wives. But behind every glance, every smile, there was filth.

And they loved every second.

—

It started in the cafeteria. Tae and Mimi sat side by side in their skimpy nurse uniforms, skirts hiked high, cleavage spilling out. They stirred their coffees, laughing too loudly at their husbands’ jokes.

But under the table, Tae’s hand rested on Yoongi’s thigh. Mimi’s foot rubbed along Jungkook’s leg.

Yoongi smirked at Jungkook, his voice low. “Your wife has talented hands, Kook. She could make me cum without even trying.”

Jungkook bit into his sandwich, his eyes dark. “Funny, because Mimi’s toes are dangerously close to making me spill in my pants.”

Mimi giggled, licking her spoon seductively. “Mmm, maybe you should let me clean it up, Kookie. Right here, in front of everyone.”

Tae moaned softly at the thought, leaning toward Yoongi. “Would you like that? Me sucking you off under the table while your wife moans for my husband?”

Yoongi growled, gripping her thigh. “God, princess, don’t tempt me.”

From a distance, it looked like four colleagues enjoying lunch. But under the table, the air was thick with filth.

—

Later, Tae and Mimi pushed a cart of supplies down the hall. Their skirts swayed, stockings hugging their thighs, heels clicking softly.

A group of interns passed by, eyes wide at the sight of the two gorgeous nurses.

“See how they stare?” Mimi whispered, giggling. “They don’t know we spent last night covered in our husbands’ cum.”

Tae smirked, leaning close. “Or that I was screaming for your husband while mine filled you up.”

They both giggled like schoolgirls, the sound echoing down the hall.

In one room, a young patient blushed furiously as Mimi leaned over him to adjust his IV, her breasts nearly spilling out of her uniform. Tae joined in, deliberately dropping her pen so she had to bend over in front of him.

The poor boy turned beet red.

Outside the door, Jungkook and Yoongi stood watching with smirks.

“Your wife’s a menace,” Jungkook muttered.

Yoongi chuckled. “Yours started it. You’ll have to punish her later.”

“Only if you help,” Jungkook growled.

“Gladly.”

—

By afternoon, the tension was unbearable.

Yoongi grabbed Tae’s wrist as she passed by the records room, dragging her inside. He locked the door, pinning her against the cabinet.

“Yoonie—” she gasped, breathless. “What if someone—”

“Shh,” he whispered, grinding against her. “You love this. Being fucked where anyone could walk in.”

Her panties were pushed aside in seconds, her moans muffled against his shoulder as he slammed into her.

Across the hospital, Mimi had cornered Jungkook in his office. She straddled his lap on the chair, riding his cock while he groaned into her ear.

“Fuck, Mimi,” he growled, gripping her ass. “You’re dripping all over me.”

She moaned shamelessly. “Fill me up, Kookie. Give me something to walk around with all day.”

Her nails dug into his chest as she bounced, her cries muffled by his mouth devouring hers.

—

By evening, they all ended up back in the doctors’ lounge. Jungkook was fixing his tie, Yoongi scribbling on a chart, Tae pretending to check files, Mimi sipping water like nothing happened.

But their flushed faces, swollen lips, and shaky legs gave them away.

Yoongi smirked at Tae, his voice low. “Your husband’s gonna smell me on you.”

Tae giggled, whispering back, “And Mimi’s cum is still dripping down Kookie’s cock.”

Jungkook overheard, groaning. “God, you sluts.”

Mimi licked her lips. “And you love it.”

He smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Damn right I do.”

The four exchanged looks—hungry, shameless, desperate.