"Honey, come homeee. I'm lonelyyy."

Jaune put his scroll down and sighed a pleasant tune. His wife was probably lying, as usual, and the pouty picture enclosed in the text was probably a lie as well; Yang didn't get lonely so much as she got horny, thought it wasn't like that was much of an issue. Still, it was always best to keep the missus happy, so Mr. Arc rolled his shoulder, put his work down, and started typing on his scroll, ready to tell Mrs. Arc-Xiao Long (She was always proud of her name) he was coming.

"On my way."

"3"

Yang had been the love of Jaune's life for a number of years, and he had been the love of hers. Once he and Pyrrha realized that they didn't truly love each other, at least long term, he and Yang had wound up dating. Arkos had a very mutual, very amicable split, and it had hurt quite a bit, but it had been a blessing to figure that out before marriage. Eventually, Yang and Jaune found each other, and after remembering their shared love of video games, comic books, and branding hair, they wound up together.

If Yang had to guess, she'd say that she and Jaune worked out as a couple because of spontaneity. Being friends with Pyrrha, she learned on a girl's day out that, at a certain point, both she and Jaune eventually fell into what she referred to as, "safety;" they still liked each other, they just didn't find any flare after so long. Still, Pyrrha had looked almost longingly out the window of the cafe they were at. Yang felt lucky that she still felt surprised by Jaune, and she always worked hard to surprise him. She loved being such a cute little wife whenever she thought of something exciting to try, and she knew Jaune appreciated her proclivity to purchasing outfits for him.

One of the things Yang knew her husband would like would be taking place as soon as he got home. She'd been excited all day, but she had forced herself to not blow the surprise; it'd taken a lot of planning, a lot of waiting, and a lot of secret purchases for items she couldn't let Jaune know about beforehand. Plus, waiting around while so turned on and not being able to do anything about it was torture for a nympho like Yang. But waiting would make it so much better for Jaune, so she struggled and squirmed all day, waiting for his return.

Yang loved Jaune because he was honestly just kind of strange. One second, he was a great and powerful warrior, ready to lead and control, the next, he was a goober obsessed with comic books and who'd tear up in superhero movies. He was always lighthearted and good at taking things on the chin (important for Yang, considering her accidental habit of punching shoulders she liked), and could make her smile when she was down. She'd guess it was growing up with multiple sisters, but he could latch on to what was bothering her pretty well, and that same training let him actually deal with her temper tantrums. An added bonus was his exceptionally strong aura that allowed him to quickly recover from said tantrums. It also helped with his endurance, something Yang loved, considering her tendency to go long and go hard in bed. Jaune could keep up with her even on her worst/best days, and nights with him tended to turn to mornings before she couldn't go on.

Yang thought her husband could go for a reward after helping her through a depressive episode she'd had recently. She got attached to things, and got really bummed if they didn't turn out as well as she planned, but Jaune had shown her what she needed to see. For being such a great husband, she would give him something he deserved.

"If only he could get here sooner!" Yang whined, always incredibly horny and impatient. She'd been cooped up all day, and she needed Jaune soon before she started to really burn. "I guess I COULD just film it..." Yang realized that would both be incredibly cruel, and would defeat the purpose of her plan. "Maybe I shouldn't have put this on as soon as he left..." All that covered part of her present was a thin robe that she intended to remove, so she had been ready to go all day, both a mistake for her sex drive and a blessing to Jaune.

Several more long minutes of waiting later, Jaune knocked on the door, which was shortly thrown open by a singing Yang. After a long, squishy hug with cheek on cheek and breast on chest, Yang said, "I was waiting for so longgg!" She drew back, made sure her husband got a good look at her skimpy, short robe, and tried to stop herself from shaking.

Jaune was excited, as any man would be. Yang loved to have him come home to her in sexy outfits and even as a few comic book characters, but this seemed different somehow. Usually, she had jumped into his arms to let him carry her to bed, but she was struggling.

"Lord, Yang. Just..." Jaune stuttered, unable to get anything. Even after a few years of bedding her, Yang's sexuality still turned him into that nervous teen he once was.

"You like it~" Yang mused, not as a question. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! I've been wanting the all day!" She grabbed Jaune's hand and began dragging him through their house. Stopping, she turned and asked, "I'm your present!"

"I figured– woah!" Jaune screamed as he felt all control leave his body as Yang began dragging him again. No matter what he did, he could never believe nor match Yang's strength when she dragged him around. "Slow dow–" He was interrupted as Yang blew oven the door to their bedroom, the lights fully lit to stop him see the unveiling of his present.

"Do you want to?" Yang smiled, motioning to her robe.

"You can," Jaune replied, holding his dizzy head as it whirred. He recovered and watched Yang begin to turn, sensually taking off her cover, giggling all the while.

"Hmm... Nah. I don't wanna." Yang put her robe back on, not having passed her shoulders.

Jaune looked at his wife with a blank expression and a bulging pant line. "Umm... okay. I'll do it th–"

"Nah." Yang laughed as Jaune grew more confused. "I'm going to take a shower." The blonde opened the door to the bathroom and disappeared, leaving Jaune to stare at his erection beneath his jeans.

"Uhh? What just happened?" Jaune stood around, looking at the bed.

"I lied," Yang said, pushing her way out of the bathroom. "I'm not your present."

"That raises even more questions!" Jaune shouted, trying to figure out what to do with his hands. "What does that even– oh my god."

"We're your present," Yang smiled as Jaune remembered how much he loved his wife.

The door behind Yang creaked as another figure stepped out of the bathroom. The crimson hair and emerald eyes that came into Jaune's view were none other than Pyrrha Nikos, his former love, and who was in an even shorter robe than Yang.

"Pyrrha and I were talking..." Yang said, watching Jaune try to parse out if he was dreaming. "And she told me that she still liked you, and that, and I agree with this, that sex with you is GREATTT."

"So your wife invited me over," Pyrrha said, calmly. "I'm happy you found someone as wonderful as her." She gracefully stepped towards Yang and brushed her hair, getting intimately close. "I miss you Jaune, and while I think I'll get over you one day, Mrs. Arc thought you might like to share. One last time?" She looked at Jaune's dropped jaw and his shocked expression. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

Jaune took several minutes to fully take in that his wife had organized a threesome with the only other person that could compare with her attractiveness and kindness; he loved Yang and loved having her as a wife, but he had also loved Pyrrha. This was the perfect solution to take care of everyone. "If only I could EXPRESS THAT!" Jaune couldn't speak.

"Well, I guess we'll start!" Yang said, turning to Pyrrha. She slid her hands into Pyrrha's robe; she'd been wanting to do that since she'd shown up and changed into it over an hour ago. As much as she loved her husband, Yang had been forced to stay her hand from having some fun with Pyrrha, as she had things to offer that Jaune didn't. She had always thought of her as attractive, but she could only watch the redhead undress and don a robe without touching. Now, however, she could get handsy.

Pyrrha allowed Yang to explore her body as she enjoyed Jaune's eagle eyes watching the two of them. Once she felt her hair fall, she followed suit, going into Yang's robe to remove it.

Jaune watched as his wife and his former lover began to kiss, aiming only to please him as they continued undressing each other. They moved to the bed, collapsed, and discarded their respective robes to look up at Jaune.

"Oh, my god. Just, oh, my–"

"Hurry up, babe!" Yang shouted. "Do you know how hard it was to know Pyrrha freaking Nikos was in the other room in lingerie and have to wait!? And I was in this!"

Jaune took one last look at his wife and Pyrrha. He took one, final, transcendent view at the blonde, wearing a collar. From that collar were several straps that glided between her immense breasts, silky soft and hard nippled, connecting to rings to more straps to a silky black thong to both caress her skin and present everything Jaune loved about his wife's body. He took another, longing filled look at the redhead, wearing lace. Her crimson hair and crimson face were matched by her crimson bra, frilly, beautiful, and connected by an adorable bow in the center. She had forgone panties in favor of matching garters connected to a pair of stockings, ensuring that the spartan legs she'd honed were drawn out to their full potential. Her mound was more or less framed in between the straps, ready for something or someone to enter it.

The best part about Jaune's view was the fact that Yang, in her gorgeous lingerie, was looking at him, her tongue sticking out in that precious way she did. Her eyes were starving for satisfaction she knew she'd be getting, and the woman who's hand she was holding matched. Pyrrha's sense of losing out on Jaune was on par with Yang's lust, and both looked like they'd trade anything to be in their current position.

"I love you." Jaune said it to both girls. It was right to.