Hotel Chaldea Ep. Widow Support Group

"I'm in a support group, and I'd like for you to attend our meeting."

With those words, Medea had shoved an invitation onto your chest, with a face as pink as salmon, and then run away.

The meeting had been later on the same week, and, well... you had cleared up your schedule and made time for it, and then made your way to the room that it was supposed to happen in, at the time you were told to on the invitation you'd been handed. Getting Medea to spit out any further details was damn near impossible, as she just fled the moment you got near her.

You put the invitation against the door, as it instructed, and it chimed, unlocked, and slid into the wall, allowing you entrance. The room seemed mostly normal, except for the table with the heater blanket on it. A kotatsu. Otherwise, it was a very empty room, with green tatami mats as its flooring, and golden yellow wallpaper, with patterns like vines near the floor and the ceiling, covering its walls.

"Did I get the time wrong?" you asked yourself, looking at the invitation again, then at your phone. Nope. Right time, in fact, you were only two minutes early.

Deciding you might as well wait, you entered the room and then sat beside the Kotatsu. It really wasn't cold enough to get under it.

The door opened again, and you turned to face-

"W-Woah," you blinked at the sight offered to you. There, in her eyesearingly glorious beauty, was Medea... except, she was not at all dressed like usual. She had a small, lavender colored bustier, a weird semitransparent mantle attached to a choker, mismatched purple and green gloves and stockings, and... well... most important of all, she wore no skirt, pants, or anything of the sort, instead showing her extraordinarily beautiful body, and her smooth, clear skin, covering only her intimate areas with a tiny lavender thong with purple strings that barely covered anything serving to connect the front and back.

"Hello, husband," she said, warmly. "I-" she took in a breath, "I'm glad you decided to come."

"Well you invited me, what kind of man would I be if I refused?" you reasoned.

"What kind, indeed..." she muttered. "Right, I- I suppose you would like an explanation?" 

"I would like many things," you said, as Medea approached you, and sat beside you, very demurelike, almost uncharacteristic for a woman you knew to be very sure of what she wanted. You placed an arm around her waist and rested your hand on her hip, feeling her soft skin. "I can think of a few I'd have before an explanation..."

She smiled, then. "Still... no, today is not about me," she said. "I told you this is a support group, yes?"

"But didn't tell me what for," you replied.

Nodding, Medea placed her hand on top of yours, running her fingers over the back of your hand, rubbing your fingers to the tip, then intertwining her hand with yours.

"For lonely widows," she said, simply and clearly. "Well... not quite but, close enough," she said, shaking her head. "You see... there are many a woman among the staff of the hotel that... had less than satisfying relations with our husbands."

You nodded. "I would imagine," you said. Then you stopped. "Wait- have I been-"

"Oh, nonono," she panicked, and it was honestly cute to feel her squeeze your hand, eyes widening, "you've- you- I- ahhh, you're making fun of me!"

"I may be," you admitted, watching her cheeks puff up as she pouted at you. You interrupted her anger with a kiss, and she was red as a tomato, looking to the side, trying to pretend she wasn't pleased about it.

"I- look," she said, sighing, "you're- you're the reason I wasn't visiting as often but..." she sighed. "I spoke with some old friends and..."

You nodded.

"Well, I've learned that some of them are, uh... that they share experiences with me, if you know what I mean."

"Oh... Oh! You mean-"

"Correctamundo!.. no that doesn't sound right either," a familiar, musical voice spoke, as the door opened again, behind you, this time letting in a different kind of beauty. Whereas Medea had the overflowing charm of an adult woman, the new arrival had a more girlish appearance. Despite their similar sizes, she did look quite a bit taller than Medea thanks to the large red hat on her head.

Marie wore white stockings held up by a black garter belt with matching paterns, a cute pair of panties, red with black strippes and fancy lace, a red corset decorated with a purple flower over her left breast and a black ribbon to accent it. She had a decorative black lace choker, as well, though for some reason for a moment you thought you saw a scar there that wasn't there after you blinked.

"Hello there!" Marie said. "Nice to see you again, so soon," she spoke, giggling, "ahh, my adorable Chevalier has not yet recovered. You certainly did a number on the poor darling," she spoke.

Medea looked at you. "You... you did... with a man..?"

"That's- I- I'm not," you said.

"... Marie, I trust there's a recording of this?" Medea asked.

"W-Wha-"

"Naturally!" Marie said. "Shall I have it delivered?" she asked.

"If you would please?" Medea requested, a bright smile on her face.

"Okey dokey~!" Marie said, striking a pose with her fingers in a V, a wink and her tongue slipping out. 

You shook your head. You'd deal with that probably never, and try to forget it ever happened.

"What's this about?" you asked. "You guys..."

"Well!" Medea said, clearing her throat. "To tell you the truth, my husband," she spoke, closing her eyes and taking a moment to compose herself, "both myself and Marie have noticed that... one of our fellows was definitely more impacted by her time with you than she let on."

Marie sat on your other side, opposite Medea, and leaned against your shoulder. "Indeed! I admit, in all my life I've never been with a man who did me as well as you did. Truly, were I a different kind of woman, I would've definitely chosen you for an affair!" she said. "You are truly fit to be the lover of a Queen!"

"The band?" you asked.

"See now that's a capital idea! I can do a mean impression, I'll have you know," Marie said with a wink.

Medea loudly cleared her throat again, this time to put things back on track. "I believe you might remember Tomoe?" she began. "She was... well, among us ladies of the widows' club," she said, "the one who had it the hardest. Despite her history she... ah, well."

You winced. "I might have been a bit extreme but..." you couldn't lie, not to Medea at least, and so the truth spilled out, "but well she just... she just made me lose it, somehow. She just kept bringing the name of her husband up, again and again, and-... no, I'll make no excuses, I'm sorry," you said.

"Don't be," Medea said, waving her hand. "I was like her once too. Everything was about my husband, no matter what he did to me, how cruel or insensitive it could be, it didn't matter. I saw little but the man I was in love with... I really wish not to remember what happened then," she said, bitterly.

Marie nodded. "I truly admit, as a married woman, I thought of little else but my role," she spoke, "and never allowed myself to experience a relationship," she spoke, "It was staggering to see someone who had it even worse than me."

Medea nodded. "But after she was with you, despite everything else... for the first time, she didn't speak of him like a religious figure."

"So what's this all about?" you asked, frowning.

Marie turned your head towards her, and met her lips with yours, only for a moment, before slipping her tongue inside. Your hand automatically went for her small, but perfectly well shaped butt. Marie was staggeringly beautiful in her own right, and just holding her against you like this was turning you on something fierce.

"We want to experience you once more," Marie said, licking her lips, looking into your eyes, hers almost glittering, for just a moment, before she went to work your penis free of your pants, bending down.

Medea turned you to her, once more kissing you, and slipping you her own tongue.

After she parted with you, you looked at her, and she looked at you, a smile on her face. "I'm glad I met you," she said, "and we might enjoy some tea and biscuits later, but for now, I think I'm gonna be digging into dessert," she said, licking her lips. "You don't mind these old widows having their fun, do you husband?" she spoke, giggling.

"What sort of man would I be, if I rejected beautiful women in their time of need?"

"Not you, that's for sure," Medea said, as she joined Marie, who had graciously waited until Medea joined her.

Each of them put one hand on the waistband of your underwear, and with a coordinated move, they pulled them down, revealing your already stiff and erect prick, proud and at attention. 

Neither wasted time, and both leaned forward, first kissing your cock near its base, with a wet smack, and then both of them began trailing kisses and licks up your shaft, until they met with a lewd tongue kiss on your tip, their wet, pink tongues lapping at your exposed glans, giving you intense and powerful pleasure that forced a groan out of you.

Almost of their own accord, your hands moved, and you put them atop their heads, Marie only protesting a little as you removed her hat, but quickly forgetting about it as you used your hands to help guide their double blowjob. The two of them gave you a dedicated and lewd blowjob, lavishing your cock, worshipping it even, with their tongues, slobbering all over it and going up and down, dragging their tongues along your shaft, occasionally meeting together at the tip.

Medea was first to break the pattern, going down and beginning to directly suckle on and lick your balls, taking them into her mouth and assaulting them thoroughly, the sharp intake of pleasure making your cock throb and twitch.

Marie giggled at the challenge, and then showed off her own prowess, by taking a moment to steel herself, then opening her mouth to pop the tip of your cock in, sucking and licking it, only for a few seconds, before smoothly sliding down, taking you down the back of her throat, in a single fell swoop. She hummed, rhythmically, vibrating her throat around your cock, definitely trying to provide even more pleasure than Medea was.

You groaned. "Ugh... you minxes, you really are amazing women..!" you growled out, playing with their beautiful, colorful hair.

Both of them pulled back, Marie taking a few moments to regain her breath, then looked up at you from below, looking at your throbbing, shaking cock.

"Well then... I think it's time to move on to the main event," Marie said, looking first at your cock, then at Medea.

Tucking a strand of blue hair behind her ear, Medea nodded, then looked at you. "Husband... please understand, we do this because she is our friend, and she needs this," she spoke. "So please... give it to her with all you've got, take all of that lust and excitement we built up in you, and satisfy them upon her," she said.

The two of them grabbed at the kotatsu, and then, with a mutual flourish, they tossed it away, the frame and the fabric going opposite directions, revealing-

There, resting on the tatami, was a tied up body. In a swimsuit in two tones of blue, white and black, tied up with what appeared to be silk ropes, in an extraordinarily erotic position... it was Tomoe.

The crotch of her one piece swimsuit was turn, revealing her pussy, which was almost overflowing with her fluid. You could also spy several wires, going up from the controllers on her thighs and disappearing past her lips.

Medea hugged you, while Marie went ahead and pulled out the egg vibrators, removing them from Tomoe's thigh, and tossing them away.

"She's ready for you... we made her stew in her juices all day," Marie said with a giggle.

"She needs it, she wants it," Medea said. 

"Why's she gagged?" you asked, frowning, a little worried.

Medea giggled, then reached for her gag, the same silken rope as all around her body, and pulled it a little loose.

"Cooock, give me cock, I want cock, give me your cock, please, I must have your cock, cheating sex, I must have cheating sex~!" Tomoe spoke, her voice a little hoarse, eyes unfocused, "please, please, please, fuck me with that big cock, make me feel like Lord Yoshinaka's needle dick never could~!"

"That's why," Medea said, slipping the gag back on. 

"Yeah that makes sense," you said, laughing. She was tied up, elbows and ankles together, wrists and knees. Honestly it was a testament to how flexible she was... and insanely sexy.

A pair of ropes tied around her chest and made her breasts stand out, stretching the one piece swimsuit. "You all dressed so sexy for me too... You really know how to make a man want to do something immoral," you said.

The two women beside you giggled. 

You leaned forward and began teasing Tomoe's lips with your cock, then used your hands to support yourself, with Marie taking over holding you in place, making sure you were going into the right hole, with a sexy smile on her face.

And then as soon as you were in the right position, you pushed with your hips, and felt yourself get buried in the tight and wet snatch of a woman who was experiencing the long awaited cheating sex she'd been looking forward to. You groaned, wincing, your extra sensitive cock, having been teased before by the other perverted widows, barely capable of holding it together... and then Tomoe let out a high pitched squeal as she came undone, shaking almost like she was a vibrator herself.

Clearly all the teasing and the anticipation was too much for her to bear.

But you weren't done, not even close, as soon as the tremor passed, you began mercilessly sawing in and out of her cheating wife pussy, furiously pounding her, filled with the lust and immoral desire that imagined her voice screaming how much better than her husband you were.

That obsession, tainted and despoiled, it filled you with lewd power and energy. The hands of Medea and Marie, their lips, their tongues, touching and massaging your torso all over, until Medea began kissing your left nipple and teasing your right, and Marie went behind.

"Ahh, I love this," Marie said, "you have a wonderful butt," she spoke, diving in and worshipping your ass with her mouth, showing you the same love, care and devotion she had her retainer some time ago, her tongue first teasing your anus, and then slipping in. She ate your ass like she loved it, and from her moans and the fact that one of her hands had gone to finger her pussy... she did.

Medea giggled, looking up at you as you continued to pound Tomoe mercilessly, tears trickling out of the corners of her eyes as her face was turned into a degenerate's expression of pure bliss and absolute pleasure.

"Fghuuah, I'm- I'm," you winced, as her pussy went mad on you, bringing you to your limit, "I'm about to cum, I'm gonna cum inside you, I'm gonna pour my steaming hot milk right into your baby room, you'd love that, wouldn't you?! You cheating wife..!" 

Shaking even harder, Tomoe's eyes focused only for a brief second, a plea, a singular request... and you fulfilled it, hilting yourself with a roar, and unleashing all the semen you built up over the day, pouring it all inside Tomoe as it gushed forth from within, each spurt accompanied by a little thrust, as you sought to get even deeper inside her, as if to claim her very womb itself.

Finally, after what felt like a decade but was in reality a single minute, you finished cumming, and only then realized Marie had parted her lips from your anus.

"Ahhn, such a waste~!" Medea said, as she saw the thick cream almost flowing out of Tomoe's cunt, like ariver, coming down to eat the creampie directly.

You hummed, the image was enough that there was no way in hell you'd go down so soon. So you moved behind Medea and lined yourself up with her shaking ass, moving her thong to the side. "Marie, come here and let me get a taste of that cute wifey pussy of yours, you're next," you said.

Marie giggled. "Sorry, sorry, I can't do that!" she said. "Please be content with my derrieré, this time as well!"

You grunted. Just this once, you'd let it pass, as you plunged deep into Medea, groaning at the sheer pleasure. Medea came first, either way, and you focused all your thoughts and efforts on her then, giving her the sex she wanted and deserved.