Blowjob Mask Wife – Final Convergence** **Hiromi / Yumi & Reiko** **The Last Party**

**Blowjob Mask Wife – Final Convergence**

Hiromi / Yumi & Reiko

The Last Party

Extracted Text (Reading Order – Key Lines)

“It’s the best romance, isn’t it?”

“I’m still as good at sucking cock as ever.”

“Today, my husband is going to watch.”

“Make sure to prepare that pussy properly.”

“Today, right before your eyes.”

“Let me show you the sight of my wife being debased as a sow.”

“Everyone, please enjoy.”

“Please make me cum a lot today too.”

“Long and thick big dick.”

“I’m already deep inside.”

“Here comes the big dick!”

“I can’t wait for your big cock~”

“Hurry and put your cock in~”

“I’m eager to become your cock case soon.”

“Please fill my pussy up quickly.”

“Please piston with all your strength into my melted slutty pussy with that big cock~”

“You! I’m cumming with a big dick!”

“Big dick feels so good!”

“Let’s cum together.”

“You’re probably watching this and getting off, right?”

“I was sent to deliver this video.”

“I’m ordered by the President to each go to our husbands.”

“Yumi is with my husband right now.”

“Thank you for the wasted shots ♥”

“The President definitely requests your attendance as husbands.”

“We are planning a party that is fitting for the final day.”

“It’s on the final Saturday, though.”

“Of course, you are free to be absent as well.”

“I think you understand what ‘attendance’ means, but…”

“Please respond by calling the President directly tonight.”

“You might not get another chance like this.”

“I’m dizzy… and yet… I am… I!”

“It’s painful!”

“Yumi is… that will surely be right in front of me.”

“Okay, I understand.”

“Yes, Reiko’s husband is also expected to attend.”

“What is my wife Yumi doing now?”

“And on that day, we gathered at a certain inn.”

“It looked much more powerful.”

“It had a different shape from the ordinary.”

“Then the President presented us with conditions: In order to appreciate it, we must wear chastity belts.”

“By the time we arrived, our minds were completely made up.”

“For a moment, we were bewildered.”

“Welcome to the party of the sows tonight.”

“This time is special… The husbands of the sows have also attended.”

“Usually, you would confirm with just the video later on.”

“Just the sight of my wife being violated as a semen pet.”

“It’s fine without a condom now!”

“We’ve run out of condoms again.”

“It’s the usual pattern, huh? LOL”

“Unable to say anything.”

“Husbands, it’s great, isn’t it? RAW!”

“I’m not saying anything.”

“While my pussy changes shape to accommodate our big cocks, come on!”

“I’m hit with the cock over and over, climaxing repeatedly.”

“Come on, let it out! You slut!”

“I catch the men’s semen.”

“It’s coming out!”

“I’m just letting my wife be violated.”

“I was extremely excited.”

“Oh! As expected, the real thing is different.”

“I’ll be able to savor the feeling of the wall even more.”

“If only I could release inside like this.”

“Well, after all, her husband is here too.”

“Ahhh! But I still want to finish inside!”

Chapter

The invitation arrived on a Thursday.

Reiko delivered it in person, the same calm smile she had worn when she first brought the tablet of training videos. She stood in the doorway of Hiromi’s husband’s apartment and spoke the words that ended whatever remained of ordinary life.

“The President definitely requests your attendance as husbands. We are planning a party that is fitting for the final day. It’s on the final Saturday. Of course, you are free to be absent as well… but I think you understand what ‘attendance’ means.”

She left the formal notice on the table beside the wedding photograph and the locked chastity key that no longer belonged to him.

Hiromi’s husband called the number that night. His voice shook. The President’s secretary confirmed the date, the place, and the single non-negotiable condition: both husbands would wear industrial-grade chastity belts for the duration of the event. The belts were heavier than the everyday cages. They were designed so that even the strongest arousal would remain trapped, visible, and useless.

Reiko’s husband received the same call.

On the final Saturday the two men arrived separately at a traditional inn on the outskirts of the city. The building was quiet, expensive, and completely private. Inside the entrance hall the President waited with two attendants. The chastity belts were fitted in silence. The metal was cold. The locks clicked with finality. When the men were led into the main room they found chairs placed at a careful distance from a wide, low platform covered in white sheets.

Hiromi and Reiko were already there.

Both women wore only the dark mouth-masks and matching collars. Their bodies were bare, oiled, and marked with the faint red lines of recent use. They knelt side by side in the center of the platform, hands resting on their thighs, eyes soft above the rubber. When the husbands entered, Hiromi turned her masked face toward the man she had once called husband and spoke in the wet, open-mouthed voice the training had given her.

“Today, right before your eyes. Let me show you the sight of my wife being debased as a sow.”

Reiko’s voice joined hers, almost gentle.

“Everyone, please enjoy.”

The men who had been waiting stepped forward.

There were six of them—associates, clients, men the President needed to keep satisfied. They formed a loose circle around the two masked wives. No one hurried. The first cock was offered to Hiromi’s open rubber hole. She took it with the practiced ease of a woman who had spent two solid weeks being tuned into a perfect receptacle. The wet sound of her throat accepting him filled the quiet room. Reiko received the second cock the same way, cheeks hollowing, saliva already running down her chin and onto her heavy breasts.

Hiromi’s husband sat rigid in his chair, the heavy belt locking his own arousal into painful, useless pressure. Reiko’s husband made a small broken sound and then fell silent.

The women were arranged on their backs, legs spread wide toward the chairs so the husbands could see everything. Thick cocks pushed into both of them at the same time—Hiromi’s pussy, Reiko’s ass, then the positions reversed. The masks forced every moan into the same muffled, animal register. When Hiromi came the first time her back arched hard and a clear spray of fluid arced across the sheets. Reiko followed seconds later, thighs shaking, the open hole of her mask dripping saliva as she cried out.

“Please make me cum a lot today too,” Hiromi begged between thrusts. “Long and thick big dick—I’m already deep inside—”

Reiko’s voice overlapped hers.

“I can’t wait for your big cock~ Hurry and put your cock in~ I’m eager to become your cock case soon. Please fill my pussy up quickly. Please piston with all your strength into my melted slutty pussy with that big cock~”

The men gave them exactly what they asked for.

The platform became a wet, moving tangle of limbs and thrusting hips. Hiromi was folded in half, knees beside her ears, while a thick cock split her open in long, punishing strokes. Reiko was turned onto her hands and knees so that one man could fuck her throat through the mask while another took her from behind. Their breasts swayed and slapped together whenever the rhythms matched. Saliva, pussy juice, and the first loads of cum mixed on their skin and on the sheets.

The husbands were forced to watch every detail.

When the first man pulled out of Hiromi and painted her masked face with thick ropes of semen, she opened the rubber hole wider and caught as much as she could on her tongue. Reiko received the same treatment moments later. The two wives turned toward each other and shared the mess in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss while new cocks lined up behind them.

“It’s the best romance, isn’t it?” one of the men laughed, sliding back into Reiko’s ass. “I’m still as good at sucking cock as ever,” Hiromi answered proudly as she took another shaft into her throat.

The night stretched on.

They were taken in every combination the men could invent. Double penetration. Spit-roasting. One wife sitting on the other’s face while a cock fucked the upper woman and the lower woman licked everything that dripped down. The masks never came off. The collars stayed locked. Every time one of them climaxed the sound was the same wet, broken cry forced through rubber.

At one point the President himself stepped onto the platform. He took Hiromi first, slow and deep, while looking directly at her husband.

“Yumi, you’re really good at sucking on the tip,” he said conversationally. “Mr. Ishii, who you entertained the other day, was praising you too. He said you’re a woman who sucks cock with a truly filthy look on her face.”

Hiromi’s eyes above the mask were shining.

“I’m so happy ♥ Yes, please, President…”

He finished inside her, then moved to Reiko and did the same. When he stepped back both women were leaking fresh cum onto the sheets, still masked, still smiling with their eyes.

The other men returned for more.

Condoms ran out early. No one bothered replacing them. Raw cock after raw cock stretched the two trained holes. Hiromi’s pussy made wet, obscene sounds with every thrust; Reiko’s ass took everything with the same eager grip the trainers had spent two weeks perfecting. Whenever a man came inside them the wives moaned in open gratitude.

“It’s fine without a condom now!”

“We’ve run out of condoms again.”

“Husbands, it’s great, isn’t it? RAW!”

The husbands said nothing. The heavy chastity belts kept them locked in visible, aching denial while their wives were used as public semen pets three meters away.

Hours passed.

The women were moved to the edge of the platform so the husbands could see the exact moment a thick cock forced its way into a stretched, cum-filled hole. They were made to look at their original partners while they came. Hiromi’s eyes met her husband’s over the rim of the mask as a man emptied himself deep inside her for the fifth or sixth time. Reiko looked at hers while she squirted around the cock buried in her ass.

“Just the sight of my wife being violated as a semen pet,” one of the watching men murmured with satisfaction.

When the final group of men finished, Hiromi and Reiko lay side by side on the ruined sheets, masks still sealed, bodies glistening with sweat and cum, legs open, holes slowly leaking. Their breathing through the rubber was the only sound for a long moment.

The President walked between the two chairs where the husbands sat.

“This time is special,” he said quietly. “The husbands of the sows have also attended. Usually you would confirm with just the video later on. Tonight you received the live performance.”

He gestured at the two spent women.

“They will be cleaned up and returned to you in the morning. The belts stay on until then. After that… the regular schedule resumes.”

He left them there.

The attendants dimmed the lights. The masked wives were helped to their feet and led away for a shower. The two husbands remained in their chairs, chastity belts locked, the wet sounds of the night still echoing in their heads, the image of their wives’ open, cum-filled bodies burned behind their eyes.

Outside, the city continued under the Dibs Laws.

Inside the inn, the final party of the current training cycle ended exactly as the system had designed it: two perfectly tuned mask wives, two permanently reclassified husbands, and a recording of everything that would be delivered the next day for anyone who had been unable to attend in person.

Hiromi and Reiko had been shown, used, and returned to their proper roles.

The masks had never come off.

And the husbands, locked and silent, finally understood that there was no version of the future in which those masks would ever be put away for good.