An Experienced Woman Pt. 3 (Ranma 1/2) (Patreon)

Themes: Consensual, Wife-Sharing, Threesome, Spit Roast

Word Count: 2,403

Summary: Ryoga Hibiki has a bone to pick with Ranma Saotome. But Kasumi has no intention of letting the martial artists hurt her darling husband. After all, if Ranma gets injured, what happens to their poor love life? Luckily, Kasumi has a wonderful plan for fixing the rift between Ryoga and Ranma. She just needs a bridge. Herself.

Part 3  

Kasumi furrowed her brow as she heard shouting outside the Tendo House. Turning off the water and setting down the dish she’d been cleaning, the eldest Tendo daughter made her way out of the home and onto the street, where she found her darling Ranma squaring off with an unknown boy in a yellow bandana with black spots.

The boy pointed at Ranma as her husband lifted up his fists, clearly ready for a fight.

“Ranma Saotome! You’ve ruined my life! Prepare to die!”

Ranma let out a growl in response.

“I don’t even know who you are buddy! Get a clue and fuck off why don’tcha! I’m not interested in fighting you!”

“Then this will be a short match indeed!”

Kasumi watched on concerned as the unknown boy launched himself at Ranma and the two began to fight. For a brief moment, the young curvy woman stays back, allowing Ranma the chance to deal with this uninterrupted. She knows just how strong her husband is in the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts, and as his wife, Kasumi believes it is her duty to support him by having faith in him.

Still, as the fight goes on, it becomes obvious that things are rather even between the two martial artists. Kasumi is a little shocked that another boy Ranma’s age is such a strong fighter, as she’d believed up to this point that Ranma was a prodigious talent, a once in a lifetime kind of man. Perhaps he still was though, and this other boy was simply the twice in a lifetime kind of man.

The thought actually caused something almost forgotten to stir in Kasumi’s chest. She began to heat up as she watched the two manly men go at it, exchanging blows and exchanging taunts with the same amount of force. Damn but they both looked absolutely fine, their muscles rippling beneath their outfits. Kasumi caught small glimpses of bulging arms as they continued to meet again and again, head on.

And abruptly, Kasumi knew what she wanted and what she had to do to get it. Pursing her lips together, the eldest Tendo daughter ran out into the middle of the fight, trusting Ranma to protect her and hoping that his opponent was both honorable and skilled enough to notice her. She was proven right when the battle stuttered to a halt as she came between the two young men, her palms outstretched between them. Both Ranma and his unknown assailant were red faced and out of breath, a testament to just how hard they’d been fighting for the short few minutes it had taken her to come to her decision.

Licking her lips, the older woman smiled at both boys, knowing she had their undivided attention. Ranma because of the deep bond of love and adoration that now existed between them and the other boy because she could see the way he was blushing a deep scarlet red as he ogled her voluptuous body.

“Boys, please… don’t fight any longer. Tell me, what’s your name?”

This was of course directed to the unknown boy, though he still startled when she addressed him directly, seeming to realize he’d been caught staring and blushing all the redder.

“R-Ryoga ma’am! Ryoga Hibiki!”

Kasumi smiles and inclines her head in acknowledgement before glancing at Ranma. She sees that her dear husband has relaxed slightly, showing a good deal of trust in her ability to mediate between him and this Ryoga Hibiki. It made her feel all warm and fuzzy to know Ranma trusted her that much. She could only hope he would hear her out given her plan.

“Ryoga… please, let us use our words rather than our fists for a moment. Consider this a heartfelt request from a concerned woman, fearful for her husband’s health.”

That got a shocked look from Ryoga and he gave her a none-to-subtle once over yet again before looking to Ranma in blatant surprise.

“You and him are… together?”

Ranma grumbled indignantly but Kasumi just smiled a bit wider and nodded.

“Yes, Ranma Saotome is my husband and I am his devoted and loving wife. As such, I would rather any dispute you have with him be settled through non-violent means. Please Ryoga, can you do that? For me if not for Ranma?”

Ryoga stammered and stuttered before eventually just shutting his mouth and nodding jerkily. Kasumi let herself relax a bit, her smile becoming more easy-going as she lowered her hands and used them to beckon both boys inside the Tendo home instead.

“Good. Then come in Ryoga Hibiki. So long as you are peaceful, the Tendo home is open to you.”

She led both martial artists inside and sat them down at the table before quickly preparing a small snack in the kitchen. The Tendo house was empty for the moment, a thing that was becoming more and more frequent of late. Kasumi knew it was because of her and Ranma’s… proclivities but she also knew that her husband hadn’t quite caught onto the distinct absence of the others they lived with whenever the two of them happened to be home together at the same time.

Still, it meant that it was just the three of them in the Tendo Family’s small dining area. Settling into the seiza position, Kasumi smiled at Ryoga as he and Ranma scarfed down the small plates of food that she’d just whipped up.

“Now Ryoga, please… explain this problem that you have with Ranma. Leave nothing out. And husband of mine, please stay quiet while he speaks. You will have your chance to share your side of the story.”

Ranma nodded begrudgingly and Ryoga licked his lips, setting down his empty plate and beginning to tell his tale. Kasumi listened with one ear, already having an idea of what she wanted to do to ‘pay back’ all the ‘pain’ Ryoga had experienced. Her mind was made up. All that was left was listening to Ryoga’s sob story so that she could in turn convince Ranma.

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When Ryoga finally petered off, having run out of grievances to lay at Ranma’s feet, Kasumi nodded and then looked to her husband, who was actually looking guiltier than she’d expected given that most of what Ryoga had said was the young man’s fault, or the fault of his family curse. Curiosity piqued, Kasumi peered at Ranma.

“Ranma? You have something to add, don’t you?”

If it had been anyone else, Ranma probably would have clammed up. But it was her asking and so instead of refusing to answer, Ranma scowled and looked away, unable to meet Ryoga’s eyes.

“That bit at the hot springs… it was more my fault than you know Hibiki. I fell into one too… and I was the red haired girl that knocked you into your own cursed hot spring. Sorry.”

Ryoga’s eyes widened in outrage and the young man opened his mouth, no doubt to say something that would leave all chances of solving the enmity between the two of them impossible. Before he could speak a word, Kasumi had a hand held up, silencing him quite effectively.

“Ryoga, please. I have a suggestion for how my husband and I can make up for all the suffering that he inadvertently caused you. Before the two of you resort to violence again, I would like a chance to do things my way.”

Having spent the last while learning what Kasumi’s way entailed, Ranma immediately caught onto what his older wife was planning, his eyes going as wide as saucers as Ryoga furrowed his brow and frowned.

“What are you suggesting?”

“No! I won’t let that happen! Kasumi, how could you even th-!”

Kasumi planted a single finger over her husband’s mouth, shushing him as she outlined her plan.

“I want the two of you to share my body. Ranma, I am not offering Ryoga the chance to have sex with me alone. You are my husband and you will always be a part in everything I do. That said, you have wronged Ryoga and the two of you share a bond as rivals that should not be broken. Allowing the two of you to lay claim to my body at the same time will heal the rift between you both. Ryoga… would this allow you to put your grievances with my husband aside so that we all may start with a clean slate?”

Ryoga’s face was aflame as he stared at her with wide eyes. Ranma was blushing deeply as well, but his outrage had melted away into contemplation as Kasumi once again did something Ranma had not had done to him much in his short life. She used words to convince him of something, rather than martial arts. Ranma was very weak to an onslaught of words, no matter how weak the logic in what Kasumi was saying was.

Smirking, seeing that she had both boys effectively silenced, Kasumi stood up and pulled off her apron, then tugged down her low cut shirt near effortlessly, seeming completely and utterly casual about the fact that she’d just exposed her breasts to two young men. Ranma licked his lips at the sight, while Ryoga began to hyperventilate. So of course, Kasumi went right to the latter.

Pushing the dishes aside, she climbed onto the table and positioned herself across it, directly between her husband and Ryoga, her ass facing Ranma as she leaned down and grabbed at Ryoga’s crotch, stroking his growing bulge up and down. As she did so, she grinned at the panting martial artist, her tits dangling right in front of his face.

“Go on. Play with them.”

Ryoga didn’t need to be told twice. His hands were on her breasts a moment later even as Kasumi slowly extracted his sizable cock from his pants, stroking the warm throbbing shaft up and down. Behind her, she spread her legs as wide as she could, showing Ranma a nice up skirt shot of her naked cunt and her lack of panties. That was all her husband needed to join in and before Kasumi knew it, Ranma was kneeling on the table behind her, her skirt hiked up and his cock rubbing against her wet pussy from behind.

Kasumi moaned wantonly as Ranma pushed into her inch by inch. At the same time, she pushed past Ryoga’s arms and leaned even further down to close her lips around the head of his cock as she began to suckle at it. At this point, the eldest Tendo daughter was laying prone across the dining table, her tits hanging off the edge while she bobbed her head up and down on Ryoga’s shaft. Ranma knelt over her, thrusting away into her cunt and Kasumi had never felt more alive.

It had been far too long since she’d had two men at once, but Kasumi was too loyal to ever betray Ranma. Luckily, this absolutely perfect situation had come along and the circumstances were just right for her to make this work. She moaned happily, her tongue slurping and swirling around Ryoga’s cock as the bandana wearing young man let out a groan. His hands were still on her tits though, groping and kneading her sensitive mammaries as Ranma pushed her forward into his grasp.

Kasumi wanted more though. She transferred her hands from the base of Ryoga’s cock to under him, grasping his ass and using the grip to pull him closer to her mouth. With this, Kasumi could take all of Ryoga’s considerable length in between her lips and subsequently down her throat. The eldest Tendo daughter deep-throated the martial artist’s dick while being plowed from behind by her husband like the pro cock-sucker she was, moaning wantonly and sending vibrations up his length all the while.

“F-fuck, your wife is a total slut Ranma!”

It might have been meant as an insult, a challenge from one rival to another. But Kasumi had put quite a lot of effort into desensitizing Ranma to the stigma surrounding that word. In their relationship, words like slut and whore were compliments and she’d made that very clear to her dear husband over the course of their time together. 

As such, when Ryoga said that, Kasumi was pleased to hear Ranma’s response. 

“Hah! Yeah she is. She’s my total slut. Wouldn’t have her any other way.”

He punctuated that statement with a smack across Kasumi’s fat ass, causing her butt cheek to jiggle from the force of the blow as a happy muffled moan reverberated down Ryoga’s length. The martial artist groaned in response, completely taken off guard by both that and Ranma’s cavalier response to his half-hearted insult. 

In the end, Ryoga just went with it, and the two strapping young men fucked into Kasumi’s holes from either end of her in relative silence for several more minutes, the room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and a combination of groans, grunts, moans and whimpers as all three of them got what they wanted.

By the time Ryoga and Ranma came inside of her, Kasumi had climaxed around their huge members more times than she could count. She was still more than coherent enough to drink down every last drop of Ryoga’s seed, not spilling a single drop as he came down her throat. When he was done, he pulled out of her and Ranma did the same, leaving a copious amount of white hot cum to leak from between Kasumi’s legs.

The eldest Tendo daughter grinned wickedly as she straightened up.

“That was quite fun boys. Still, I think there’s someone else that needs to give Ryoga a more… personal apology. A certain red head. What do you think Ranma?”

Given the split between Ranma and Ranko these days, Kasumi wasn’t surprised when her husband’s face split into a massive grin at the idea of his feminine half getting punished for her actions. Ryoga looked far less sure, but Kasumi simply took his cock in hand and stroked it up and down, keeping the young man frozen in place with a simple handjob as she nodded to Ranma.

Her husband nodded back and left the room to find water. When he returned, it would be as a she. And Kasumi and her darling submissive crimson haired wife would have quite a lot of fun with Ryoga Hibiki.