Chapter 39
A thrilling sensation flashed through my mind. Following my head—or rather, my cock's command—I approached the landlady's husband.
"Puuu... ZZZ..."
There he was, sprawled asleep over the low table in the living room. I carefully pulled him into a hug and eased him off the table.
"Um, excuse me... why are you...?"
The landlady, lying on the sofa with her pussy spread wide open, stared at me. Her flustered eyes were full of questions about what the hell I was doing.
I shrugged and answered.
"He's sleeping in such an uncomfortable spot. I'm just moving him."
"Moving him where...?"
"Well, how about the sofa for now?"
Her half-lidded eyes widened at my response.
"Ah, th-that...! What if he wakes up...!"
"It's a good chance to test the sleeping pills. If he wakes up, oh well."
I gave my cock a couple of teasing nods toward the landlady, who was shrinking back. It was fucking amazing. I'd just nodded my dick a few times, still slick with her pussy juices and packed with my cum from earlier, and somehow the fear melted from her face, replaced by courage and heat.
"I'll help too...!"
The naked landlady approached, dripping cum from her pussy, ready to assist. Together, we grabbed her husband and hauled him onto the sofa. He didn't stir at all throughout—just kept snoring.
"Pyyyuuu..."
We propped him against the sofa, legs stretched out comfortably, almost lying down. Then we sat beside him again. She next to her husband. Me next to her.
Without a word, we turned to each other.
"Chuuup... chuuuup...!"
"Mmm... mmmph..."
We dove straight into a kiss, hands reaching for each other's cock and pussy.
"Hnnngph...! Mmmph!"
Her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it up and down. My fingers flicked her clit every which way. My dick throbbed hot and hard. Her pussy gushed warm juices.
"Hnnngph...! Mmmph!"
Feeling the stimulation from her hand pumping my shaft, we kept kissing. At first, just lightly rubbing tongue tips, then deeper. Tongues entwining, sucking noisily, mouths wide to devour lips. Chuuup, chuuup. Sucking hard. Our heads tugged back and forth like a tug-of-war from how fiercely we bit and pulled.
Tilting toward her, then her head yanked back to me.
"Mmmph! Haaah!"
Excitement-laced breaths. I cracked my eyes open to see her—eyes squeezed shut, flushed face glued to my lips, smooching desperately. Staring deep, I noticed something odd mid-deep kiss.
She slyly peeked open her eyes, meeting mine.
"Hmph..."
A soft breath and a smile. Her half-lidded gaze dripped with lust—like a fallen housewife's textbook image if her pupils glowed pink. My cock surged harder at the sight, and she gripped it tighter. Slap-slap-slap-slap! Her strokes sped up.
Chuuup. We broke the kiss, gazing intently before I asked.
"You like jerking off another guy's cock right next to your husband?"
"Yeah. I love it~."
No hesitation. Then she flipped it on me.
"Does my honey like fingering a married woman's pussy next to her husband?"
"Hell yeah."
I nodded, and she slowly dragged her hand down—stretching my cock downward with a smile.
"Bet you'd love it even more if I sucked your cock~?"
Then she slid down. Her head dipped, lips wrapping around my dick. Slow strokes while tonguing the head in circles, then chuuuup—a vacuum suck on the underside. Hands off now, she slammed her head down, deepthroating with her throat clenching tight.
"Guok! Guok!"
The rippling squeeze of her throat felt incredible. Worlds apart from her clumsy first deepthroat—huge progress. Hell, throat-slot mastery. I was moved.
But as I savored her technique...
"Puhuuu-!"
She pulled my long cock from her throat, grabbed it, and slapped it against her tongue—tap-tap-tap! Then she rose slightly, presenting her gaping, drooling pussy. It was soaked, juices dripping heavily—she was on fire.
But.
"Hngh...!"
I nudged her aside just as she tried to mount me like it was her spot. She teetered sideways, but right before falling—spotting her husband there—she flung her hands to the sofa for balance.
Hands braced at the sofa's headrest, body arched back.
Perfect. The married lady's instinctive doggy pose, body ingrained with it. Just her husband between her braced arms.
I stood immediately, moving behind her.
"W-wait! Position...!"
"No."
Slap on her ass as she tried to shift. I gripped her hips, realigning her, and thrust my cock deep into her pussy.
"Ohok!"
Tighter than ever, her pussy clenched as I shoved in hard, making it spasm. Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!
"Ohok! Hoooook!"
Each thrust slammed her plump ass against my pelvis—bouncy, satisfying smacks. Her pussy squeezed rhythmically. Squeeze, squeeze...
"Hmm?"
I looked up to see her head bowed.
"Kuhh... haaah...!"
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack! Biting her lip to stifle moans, shaking her head.
...Not to my liking.
"Head up! Don't hold back your voice!"
"Hoooook!"
I slammed deep, grinding her womb. She jolted, turning her flushed face to me.
"B-but! But!"
"But what!"
"Doing it this close, if I moan and he wakes up!"
Her pussy clenched hard. Trembling, gripping my cock. I felt her anxiety—fear of him waking, catching us mid-fuck... That terror vibrating through her walls.
And yet.
"Then why's your pussy getting wetter?"
Her gushing juices betrayed her excitement.
"Hok! That's...! Not...! Ohook!"
I yanked her hair, forcing her head up straight—facing her husband dead-on.
"Hoo... hoooo...!"
Her pussy went wild. Juices flooding my thighs. Splish! Splish! Splish! Splish! Thrusting through the hot slickness made wet sounds echo.
"Be honest! Confess to your pussy! You want to keep getting fucked this close, don't you!"
"N-no! Ohok! I-I'm just worried about getting caught...!"
"Really? Should I stop then?"
"...No! Don't! Anything but that!"
"Why not! You're so worried about getting caught!"
"Because, because...!"
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack! Over the pounding, the married wife screamed right at her husband's face—loud!
"This fuck is too thrilling—I love it!!"
Her pussy walls surged, milking my cock tight!
"Husband! Wake up, husband! I don't care at all! My honey's cock will keep pounding me! Even if you wake up! Right in front of you! My honey will keep fucking me!"
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!
"So go ahead, wake up! Make my pussy thrill more! Let my honey pound harder! Let us have even better sex!"
Her body leaned forward, face inches from his. Ohok, haa, hok, haa. Breathing ragged right in his face, she yelled.
"Wake up! I'm getting my pussy pounded!"
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!
"By my honey! With a cock bigger and thicker than yours! He creampied me too!"
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!
"If you don't wake up now...! If you really don't wake even like this...!"
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!
"I'll keep fucking my honey! Until you catch us! I'll keep fucking him!"
"You cheating pussy!"
"Yes! I'm a cheating pussy! Spread wide for my honey's cock, full of cheating juices! And...! Even if my husband catches me, I'll keep getting fucked like a slut pussy!"
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack! Her walls clung, sucking greedily. I gripped her hips, pounding harder! Climax rising!
"Haaa! Haaaaah!"
"Hok! Ohhoooook!"
I slammed deep, yanking her hips back, unleashing a deep creampie. Holding her tight, twitching my cock to pump it all out.
Stepping back, she trembled from ass to thighs, braced on the sofa with her husband between us. And right in the middle—cum poured from her pussy.
"Haa. Haaa..."
Both of us drenched in sweat from the tension. It was late—past midnight into dawn. No one would blame me for heading out now.
But.
"I haven't achieved my goal yet."
The purpose I'd planned since the invitation. I hadn't done it yet.
Hoo. I exhaled, smacked her ass, and said.
"Let's go to the bedroom."