The Beginning of a Netorare Husband (1)
Her demure, pure face was flushing even redder. Watching her rub herself with that innocent expression while moaning was remarkably sexy. We lived face to face every day, but this was the first time I had ever watched her masturbate.
"That trainer's abs looked like a washboard. His arms were insanely thick, too. Didn't you get turned on looking at him?"
"He's just my instructor…"
My wife had been taking personal training from the same man for quite some time. Three years, maybe. He looked to be in his late twenties — a pretty-boy face paired with a body packed hard with muscle, the complete opposite of the delicate features.
I'd crossed paths with him once or twice in passing, and he had always greeted me with a thoroughly polite, eager attitude.
Since my wife and the trainer were around the same age, they seemed fairly close. After years of touching each other's bodies through workouts, they appeared to trade stories about their private lives as well.
The way she looked at him had bothered me more than a little, but I had never let it show.
"Hah…"
Her moaning voice trembled. It seemed she was already picturing the trainer's solid, muscular physique in her head.
"When he touched you all over during training, it didn't bother you?"
"Hngh… Of course it did…"
"Imagine the trainer while you do it."
Was it the alcohol? Or the atmosphere getting to me? Before I knew it, I was making a demand of her that was nothing like anything I had ever said before.
Her, stroking her own sex while imagining another man's body instead of mine…
It was a strange, subtle feeling I had never experienced in my life.
"Hah…"
But her reaction was strange. Normally she would have shot me a look and told me not to say weird things — instead she shoved her hand straight into her panties and began ravaging herself.
"How is it? Getting turned on?"
"Hngh… I don't know…"
She let out a coquettish moan, as if embarrassed. But her hand moved even faster, digging deeper into her most intimate place.
Her smooth, slender legs twisted together, and the hand inside her panties began to work rapidly.
"Hah… I'm getting turned on…"
As her moans grew stronger, I slowly peeled her panties down. Her fingers, which had been digging through the dark thatch of pubic hair, were coated thickly with milky fluids.
"You're really worked up, aren't you?"
"Hah… Yes…"
"What are you thinking about?"
"Hngh… It's a secret…"
Her fingers began rapidly rubbing her protruding clitoris.
"Hah…! Hngh…"
"Imagine the trainer stripping naked and climbing on top of you…"
"Ahngh…!"
The moment the words left my mouth, a hot moan burst from her lips. She was genuinely getting aroused imagining the trainer right now.
"He's stripping your clothes off one by one…"
I fed her a roleplay of the trainer mounting her, like a teacher deliberately stoking her imagination.
"Hah… Honey… stop…"
She said stop, but her hand was rubbing her clitoris even faster. Her full white breasts swayed in time with every stroke.
"Just a little more. Rub it faster."
Heavy breaths were already spilling from my own mouth.
Had she ever gotten this aroused when she had sex with me?
My wife was letting out moans a little different from the ones she made when our bodies mixed. Eyes closed, fully savoring her own pleasure, her expression looked quite serious.
"Hah… Baby…"
"How big do you think the trainer's cock is?"
I pushed her with even cruder language.
"Hah… I don't know…"
"Tell me. Imagine it."
"Hngh… Big… I think…"
"Thick?"
"Yeah…"
"Bigger than mine?"
"Hngh… I don't know…"
She was now putting two fingers inside herself and pumping them in and out.
Normally she would have pulled away, saying she was embarrassed. But this was different. Her hand moved rapidly, creating friction against her sex as if trying to resolve a long-suppressed desire.
"Ah… Baby… I think I'm going to come soon…"
My wife's climax seemed to be approaching fast.
She was a woman who rarely climaxed easily in any position with me…
And now this demure woman was approaching orgasm while imagining another man.
"Is he inside your pussy?"
"Hngh… I don't know…"
"Answer me."
"Hngh… Haa… He's inside…"
"He's buried deep in your pussy, pistoning away. Right?"
"Hah… Yeah… That's right… Haah…!"
Sounds that were neither moans nor screams were coming from my wife's mouth — sounds I had never once heard during sex with me.
"Baby… I'm… coming…"
"Yeah… The trainer's cum is shooting into your pussy."
"Hah…! Haah…!"
A hot cry burst through her red lips as her body began to tremble and shake. Frozen at the peak of climax, she twisted her thighs together.
"Hah…!"
As her body vibrated, her full, raised breasts jiggled. Her slender waist arched back as a lewd moan escaped.
She had climaxed. Watching her orgasm from masturbating right in front of her husband felt quite unfamiliar.
And she had felt that pleasure thinking of another man's body — not mine.
Thick beads of sweat dotted her demure face. Her white skin flushed red, panting as if she had just finished a workout.
"Ha… Haa…"
She exhaled roughly, savoring the afterglow of pleasure.
"Huh?"
"What's going on with this?"
Suddenly I felt something strange below. The front of my pants had abruptly swollen.
What? Why is this standing up?
I hadn't felt any sensation of erection. I had definitely gotten excited watching her climax. But normally I would have felt the blood rushing and known I was hard — right now there was none of that.
One thing was certain… right now the front of my pants was clearly bulging.
"What's wrong…?"
Still riding the afterglow, she sensed something odd and opened her eyes. Sweat was dripping down her white face.
"Look at this… Baby…"
"Huh!?"
"It got bigger…"
"Baby…!"
Her eyes, still drunk on climax, went even wider. Then she looked at me with an expression like she was about to cry.
"Did it… really get bigger?"
"Yeah… I think so…"
I clenched my sphincter and tried to squeeze my member. I felt the front of my pants shift slightly.
Definitely… it was erect.
"Baby…! You've been through so much…"
My wife was genuinely delighted. Of course she was — she had lived for a full six months as the wife of an impotent husband.
It would have been a worry she could never easily share with anyone.
What if he stays impotent forever? Am I going to end up a widow? — those unspoken fears must have been crushing her.
"Does it hurt?"
She looked at me and asked carefully. I slowly brought my hand to the bulging front of my pants.
"Huk…"
It was real. Blood was strangely pooling in the lower body that hadn't stirred no matter how much she had sucked on it.
From the outside it looked motionless, maintaining its usual state, but the sensation was definitely different from before.
"Yeah… I think it's really erect!"
"Oh my… Baby!"
Still bare from the waist down, her sex fully exposed, she climbed on top of me and threw her arms around me. The soft feel of her swaying breasts pressed directly against my chest.
"The sensation is a bit weird. It's not the feeling of getting hard like usual."
"Oh… really? Then what does it feel like?"
"I don't really know either. It feels like it got bigger on its own, not like I made it stand up…?"
That was it. The strange part was that the erect member didn't quite feel like mine. It felt like someone else's penis had been planted on me, operating separately from my nerve cells.
"Mmm… Does it hurt?"
She gripped my member with fingers still coated in her fluids. At the touch of her delicate hand, I felt it twitch.
"Seems fine…"
She was smiling as she held me.
How long had it been since I'd seen my wife's smile in bed…
Watching her look even happier than I was, I thought once again that I had chosen well. Choosing her had been the best decision of my life.
"Huh?"
The joy was short-lived — the member gripped in her hand began to shrivel like a deflated balloon.
"Baby…"
"Why is this happening?"
The erection, which had been held stiffly in her hand, had released. As if there had been a time limit on it, it returned to my original state in an instant.
"It went soft…"
She said, looking at my member in a disappointed tone.
"Th… this… why…?"
My member, which had been standing taut just moments ago, wouldn't move. No matter how hard I clenched my sphincter trying to make it twitch, it wouldn't budge.
"Why… is this happening…!"
Irritation surged up. A full six months. My dead member had come alive after six months and filled the front of my pants.
And then the erection had released in just one minute…
Her flushed expression darkened instantly. She seemed just as disappointed as I was.
"Baby… maybe it got hard because you were watching me get aroused?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Well… we tried so hard and it never moved at all. I was wondering if it reacted because you watched me doing it alone…"
"Is that so…?"
Her words had credibility. The sight of her rubbing her clitoris had been more lewd than any adult novel protagonist.
The image of her, long deprived of pleasure, unsealing herself might have stimulated my member.
But I could tell there was one more reason it had gotten erect.
It was something very secret — a forbidden something that even my beloved wife could never know.
I reached out my palm and firmly squeezed her full breast. My handprint remained clearly on her white flesh that had been flushed red until moments ago.
"Hngh… Why are you…"
She still seemed to have residual pleasure, twisting her plump thighs together. That sight looked truly sexy.
"You got really turned on…"
"Hngh… I don't know…"
She waved her hands as if embarrassed. Her firm breasts swayed left and right with her movements.
I could never tell her the reason for the erection that only I could vaguely guess. Because it was a forbidden territory I had never once considered.