The next day, Tae and Mimi lounged in bed, naked under the sheets. The sun filtered in, warm on their sticky thighs.

But neither of them was satisfied.

“We should make it worse,” Mimi said suddenly, smirking.

Tae turned, confused. “Worse?”

Mimi giggled, holding up her phone. “We should show them. They’re stuck at a boring conference, probably surrounded by ugly doctors. Why don’t we give them something to jerk off to?”

Tae’s eyes widened. Then her lips curved into the same wicked grin. “Oh, you’re evil.”

“Evil and horny,” Mimi corrected, crawling over her.

—

They set the phone up on the dresser, angling it toward the bed. Both of them slipped back into skimpy lingerie—sheer lace bras, thongs that barely covered anything, stockings hugging their thighs.

“God, we look like porn stars,” Tae whispered, running her hands over Mimi’s curves.

Mimi smirked at the camera. “No, baby… we look like sluts.”

They pressed together, breasts squished, tongues out, kissing messily as the camera recorded every moan.

—

Tae pushed Mimi onto her back, straddling her waist. She turned her head deliberately to the camera.

“Kookie… Yoonie…” she moaned, dragging her hands down Mimi’s stomach, “…this is what happens when you leave us alone.”

Mimi spread her legs wide, pussy glistening. “You left us lonely, and now we’re filling each other up.”

Tae slid down, burying her face between Mimi’s thighs. The sounds were filthy—slurping, moaning, Mimi screaming into the sheets.

“Yes! Yoonie, baby, your tae’s tongue is inside me!”

Mimi squirted suddenly, spraying across Tae’s face, dripping down her chin. Tae looked up at the camera, licking her lips, cum smeared everywhere.

“Mmm… so sweet. Want a taste, Kookie?”

Then Mimi flipped her, pulling Tae on top of her face while straddling her stomach. They positioned themselves perfectly for the camera: a perfect 69, both of them eating each other out at once.

The camera caught everything—pink pussies spread open, tongues flicking, moans muffled against wet folds.

Mimi pulled off for a second, panting. “Kookie… Yoonie… your wives are filthy sluts.”

Tae whimpered, grinding on her face. “We need your cocks so bad, but till you come home, we’re making do with each other.”

Then they both screamed into each other’s pussies, squirting again, soaking the sheets.

—

They collapsed into each other’s arms, sweaty and panting. Mimi reached for the phone, smirking as she hit send on their private group chat with their husbands.

Caption: “Thought you boys might need something to get you through your boring conference. Don’t come too soon 😉”

They giggled, curling up together to wait.

—

Across the world, in a hotel room, Jungkook and Yoongi sat on the bed, scrolling through their phones after a long day of lectures.

The notification popped up. They opened it.

Silence.

Then—“Holy. Fuck,” Jungkook muttered, his eyes glued to the screen.

Yoongi’s jaw tightened, his cock already hard. “Are our wives really…?”

On the video, Tae moaned Mimi’s name, Mimi squirted, Tae licked it up. The sounds filled the quiet hotel room.

“Goddamn sluts,” Yoongi groaned, palming himself.

Jungkook smirked, adjusting his cock in his pants. “They’re in so much trouble when we get back.”

Yoongi’s eyes darkened. “Or maybe they’re in for the best night of their lives.”