Chapter 38
Beep beep beep beep beep. The sound of the front door password being entered.
I scrambled up and threw on my clothes. Zipped up my pants, straightened my outfit. Just as I stood tall—
The door slid open with a shrrk.
"I'm home."
The Landlady's Husband's voice echoed in.
"U-uh, honey~ Just a sec~!"
From right behind me, the Landlady's voice replied. I turned to see her—somehow fully dressed already. But only her clothes were in place. Her hair still tousled with the marks of my grip. Her face and neck flushed pink, freshly kissed. Her lips looked wiped clean, but her throat bore obvious traces of deepthroating—drool stains still glistening.
She stepped past me with a tap tap tap to greet her husband, all without erasing the evidence of our fuck. Especially that skirt still hooked up at her waist, leaving her plump ass fully exposed. It jiggled enticingly with every hurried step.
"D-dear. Come on in."
"Yeah."
The Landlady's Husband tilted his head as he stepped inside from the entryway.
"Did you turn up the heat? It's steaming in here."
Her face flushed crimson at that.
"W-well, I invited a guest, and I didn't want it to be cold when he arrived, so I turned it on... and just shut it off a bit ago...."
She babbled excuses, her cheeks burning. It was suspicious even on a quick listen, but he didn't seem to notice—his focus elsewhere.
"Oh right, yeah. The guest. You said one was coming over?"
Naturally, the conversation turned to me. The Landlady let out a soft sigh of relief.
"Yeah. I figured you'd be busy, so I invited him first. Say hi. This is the new young tenant."
"Hello! I'm the new guy on the third floor! Nice to meet you!"
She introduced me. From behind her, I kept kneading that plump ass peeking under her hiked-up skirt. She twitched under my touch, but I ignored it, squeezing harder. Gripping with full force.
"Ngh...!"
She clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a moan.
Maybe my loud greeting charmed him— the Landlady's Husband's face broke into a warm smile.
"Haha, I hope my wife didn't drag you here on short notice. Sorry about that."
"Nah, no way. I'm grateful for the invite."
"Hearing that puts my mind at ease. My wife's got such a kind heart—she treats every new tenant like this. Don't think too badly of it."
"Not at all. Who'd turn down hospitality like that?"
At hospitality, I clamped down on her ass again. Squeeze. Then slid my hand inward, rubbing her pussy with firm prods. Every flick of my fingers made her twitch and cover her mouth.
Meanwhile, the Landlady's Husband—her man—extended a hand for a shake.
I pulled away from her ass and clasped it firmly.
"Looking forward to getting along."
"You too! Same here!"
After our hearty handshake, I turned. She'd already smoothed her skirt down over her ass and was cautiously addressing her husband.
"Oh, right, dear... That medicine you ordered last time? It came in."
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'll take it after dinner."
"Got it. I'll give it to you then."
She flashed a bright smile. It started at her husband... and ended at me.
"Come on in. Dinner's almost ready—just a short wait."
"What, it's not done yet?"
"I prepped the base so it'd be hot and fresh when you got home. It'll be quick."
Dinner was nothing fancy. Mille-feuille nabe came out. We chatted with her husband in between bites.
"Night shifts every day? That must be tough!"
"Heh heh. But if not now, I might never get the chance!"
"Eh, they say youth is for suffering, but as someone who's been there—health in your young days is your real wealth!"
"Money's necessary to live, though. I just think you gotta push through the hard parts."
"True, the world's rough on young folks these days. Ah, damn! Whatever! If work gets too brutal, just say the word! I can pull strings for a spot—"
"Dear, eat your dinner. Dinner."
"Ahem. Yeah, speak up if it's rough. Got it?"
After the meal, we moved to the living room table.
"You two relax here. I'll bring fruit and water."
"Water? Booze would be better. Can't we just do snacks and drinks?"
"Eh, later. Because of your meds—you gotta take those first."
"Right, yeah."
Round two, I guess. Just as we settled into more talk, I spotted her in the kitchen. The hallucinogenic sleeping pills I'd given her. She popped one out, stirred it into a glass, and brought it over.
"Here, yours~."
She handed it to her husband. As she headed back to the kitchen—
He lifted the glass without a second thought and glug glug downed the spiked water.
And then—
"Mm... Yawwwn... Kinda sleepy."
Slump. He face-planted onto the living room table.
"Hurrrr... Zzz...."
Out like a light.
Behind him stood the Landlady, already turned and waiting.
"D-dear...? Are you... asleep...?"
She crept up, tense, reaching tentatively toward his face.
"Asleep?"
Like she wanted to wake him—but too scared to actually touch. Just peering close. Then, steeling herself, she poked. Prodded. Shook.
Confirmed: no stirring.
"Hurrrr... Pffft...."
Dead to the world. He was probably dreaming of boosted numbers right now. Doing the same things I'd do—same thoughts, same moves. Difference was, his were in a dream.
Mine? Reality.
"Honeyyy...."
I looked up at her voice. Obviously, she wasn't calling her sleeping husband. She was calling me. Her eyes burned with heat as they locked on mine.
Shrrk. Shrrk. Whoosh. Unable to hold back, she stripped. Layer by layer. Like shedding suffocating chains. Heavy shackles she couldn't wait to escape.
She flung her clothes aside and came to me. I stripped too, settling onto the sofa.
The moment I sat, she was beside me. Our interrupted fuck from before—the lingering ache surged back through my cock. It hardened in seconds. I yanked her close.
No resistance. She spread her legs over me, pussy hovering above my dick.
Squelch. Sticky juices as her folds kissed my tip.
A married woman's pussy—scalding hot. I felt her walls twitching around the head. Eager to finish what we'd started, her pussy flexed aggressively. Gushing heat from deep inside. Soaked. Burning. Gripping my glans like it wanted to steam-cook it.
Then—Shlorp. She dropped, shaft sliding down in a rush, engulfing my whole cock in fire.
Squelch! Squelch! Splap! Splap!
She gripped my shoulders, slamming her pussy down. Thick walls clung and churned up and down my length. Her massive tits bounced wildly. I reached out, kneading them roughly. Nipples hardened under my palms, so I crammed a handful into my mouth—smack smack sucking, then gnaw gnaw biting.
"Ohhh! Hooooh!"
Her moan came with a fresh gush of pussy juice.
Left tit in my mouth. Right tit next. Bit both, leaving teeth marks. Admired the jiggling orbs a sec—smack! smack!—then slapped them hard.
"Hngh! Ungh!"
I grabbed her head, forcing a deep kiss. Slurp slurp sucking lips, tongue thrusting in. Spiraling tongues locked and pulled.
Schlurp. Schlurp!Squelch, squelch!
Every lip-smack, her pussy sucked my cock in rhythm. I matched it instinctively. As her pussy lifted, head nearly popping free—schlurp. When it hovered at the tip, teasing my slit—squeeze. Then dropping to swallow my glans again—clench.
Her vise-like grip was perfection. Splap splap. A few more synced tongue-sucks and pussy-pounds, then I pulled back with a smack smack.
Slid my hand under hers on my shoulder, interlocking fingers. Squeeze. Soft and yielding. No wedding ring in the way anymore—her fingers confirmed it.
Eyes met. Boom—splat splat! She hammered down, riding hard.
"Hoooh! Hoooh...!"
Breaths ragged. Pussy clenching in time. Chewy walls refusing to let go. So tight, each upward lift got yanked back down before she could fully rise.
"Hoooh! Hoooh! Hooooh! Ooooh!"
Thrilling pull from her depths. Electric jolt spun around my glans, zapped my prostate, shocked my balls' cum factories, raced up my spine—flash. Brain sparked with an idea.
"Turn... around!"
No time to think. My mouth barked the order. My cock's order.
The married milf obeyed. Swiveled reverse, leaning into me. Meanwhile, my dick commanded more. I hooked her inner thigh with my foot, splaying her legs wide. Pussy gaping, my buried cock on full display.
Whispered in her ear:
"Who's under the sofa?"
She glanced down. "Under the sofa... my husband...."
"Then who's on top of hubby?"
"W-we are...."
"What are we doing right now?"
"Fucking... we're fucking."
"Yeah. Fucking while looking down at him."
Splat splat splat splat. My cock took over. Slow, deep, certain thrusts. Piercing her squeezing walls.
"Tell your husband what we're doing."
Her pussy quivered. But she spoke. "Pussy spread wide... fucking!"
"Again?"
"Pounding... cock slamming in!"
"Again?"
"So deep, hitting my womb! So thick, pussy stuffed full!"
Each shout clenched her harder. Every fold rippled at its own rhythm. Chewy, sticky. Powerful churns mashing my cock wildly.
Splat splat splat! Pace quickened.
"Hoooh! Hooooh!"
"Keep talking!"
"Cock stabbing deep! Faster! Love how fast!"
"More! Say more!"
"More, more...!"
Her half-lidded eyes hesitated. Swallowed words she craved to spit—but couldn't.
Just for a moment. Splat splat splat!
"Hoooh! Hooooh!"
"Now!"
I thrust up, pounding those swallowed words free!
"Y-you... you're the thrusting speed he can't match! Your pounding power! What my honey gives me... is the sex you can't do!"
Splat splat splat!
"Ahh, pussy feels good! Love getting pussy pounded!"
"Love pussy pounding?"
"Yes! So much!"
"Fuck yeah, me too!"
Splat splat splat!
"Gonna cum! I'm cumming now!"
"I'll cum with you! Where?"
"Inside! Deep in my pussy, fill me with cum!"
Splat splat splat!
"Tell your husband too!"
"H-husband! Husband! Listen up!"
Splat splat splat!
"M-my honey, our honey's gonna cum inside me! Flood my insides with cum to erase my numbers!"
Splat splat splat!
"Watch and learn! Sex! Cock! Cum! Learn it all!"
Splat splat splat!
"Even if you learn... you'll never measure up!!"
I rammed her screaming pussy at max speed. Husband below, pounding her right in front of him!
Orgasm boiled over. Cum surged from my balls, racing up the shaft!
"Grraaah!"
"Haaah! Haaaah!"
Deep as possible. Thrust hard, unloading inside.
"Haaah! Haaaah!"
Her back arched like a bow. Pussy clamped fiercely. Gurgle gurgle. Cock spewed ropes into her depths.
Drip. Cum and juices trickled down by gravity. But no void left—more spurts filled it.
Pant pant. Huff huff.
As it subsided, her body went limp. I groped her dangling tits, and she slumped fully against me. Then rolled to the side.
Sprawled, panting hard.
Beyond her—still facedown on the table, the sleeping Landlady's Husband.
A twinge of pity. A thrill of triumph.
Staring, a wicked idea flashed.
Not just my brain—my cock too. It twitched hard, stiffening again.
I stood, approaching the sleeping man.