The Bedroom Is a Married Couple’s Space (1)
The road to Angela’s room.
My steps were lighter than they had been at any other time, because my anticipation kept bobbing up to the surface no matter how hard I tried to keep it down.
It couldn’t be helped. A bedroom was the most personal, most intimate of spaces for anyone.
The fact that she had allowed me into such a place meant we had grown that much closer.
Of course, there was the pretense that this was practice for the night work I would one day do for Selena.
But Angela had used that pretense as a shield to express what she really wanted, so my excitement and pride were far from empty.
When I reached the door, I placed my hand on the handle instead of knocking.
We had already made plans earlier that afternoon, so there was no need to ask permission before going in.
Inside was a spacious, old-fashioned room that looked like it belonged in a movie set in the Middle Ages.
And standing in the center of it was Angela.
"O-oh, you’re here…."
She was wearing a shoulder-baring lingerie dress, her face flushed as she avoided my eyes.
Meeting in a bedroom of all places must have made her more shy than usual.
"I was really looking forward to coming here."
"I-is that so…."
She still couldn’t bring herself to meet my eyes, and that only made her cuter, so I stepped closer and gave her a light hug.
"Being alone with you in the bedroom makes me feel like we’re really married, Angela."
"I feel the same. But this is practice for married life, so…."
Even when she insisted on calling it practice, I didn’t feel the least bit disappointed.
For the current Angela, practice wasn’t a word that drew a line; it was much closer to permission to do anything because it was practice.
Besides, what had started as practice for the night had already become practice for married life.
I didn’t bother correcting her and simply went along with it.
"Yes. Married-couple practice."
When our eyes finally met, I rode the mood and pressed my lips to hers.
"Mmph, chuup… mm."
It was a careful, devoted kiss, the sort you’d expect between two people who had promised themselves to each other for life.
And because she stayed so obediently still as I slowly peeled the dress off her, the illusion that she had truly become my mate only grew stronger.
When I finally took the dress away completely, I let out an involuntary sigh at the sight beneath it.
"Oh… Angela, this outfit…?"
Under the dress, she was wearing a white silk bra and panties.
But the straps were so minimal they barely covered her skin outside of the important parts, making it feel less like underwear and more like a micro bikini.
Even then, it didn’t exactly cover the important parts properly, either.
A translucent silk curtain had been fastened only over the areolas, hanging there like it was barely keeping them hidden.
With any movement of her chest, that curtain looked ready to lift and reveal her nipples at any moment.
The same was true between her legs; one shift of her waist, and the curtain down there seemed like it would rise and expose her cunt.
"Verita lent me her clothes…. She said sometimes people do night work while wearing things like this…."
So that was why the lingerie felt so small. It had been Verita’s.
On Angela’s lush body, the straps dug in and clung tighter, which somehow only improved the effect.
"It suits you incredibly well."
Her body was already lewd enough even in ordinary clothes, and once she put on lingerie designed for nothing but sex, the effect became devastating.
Already half-drunk on lust, I guided Angela to the bed.
It was a huge bed, big enough for two people, and probably three, to roll around comfortably.
Just as I was about to lay her down, she spoke.
"Ian…. There’s something I want to do for you."
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Seated naked on the bed, I was already standing at full attention.
That was because Angela, wearing that obscene silk-curtain lingerie, had dropped to her knees between my legs.
She swallowed nervously and said, "V-Verita told me, when she lent me this outfit, that she had a technique you might like, Ian."
I was eager to know what it was.
Perhaps sensing my impatience, Verita had handed something over, and in Angela’s hand was the thing I’d half-expected and half-dreaded: lubricating gel.
"That was from Verita too?"
"Yes…."
Angela squeezed the gel into her palm and spread it generously over both my cock and the cleavage of her own breasts.
It looked like she planned to serve me with her chest.
With breasts more massive and resilient than any woman’s I knew, I could already feel my crotch tightening in anticipation.
"Th-then…."
Once she was ready, Angela lifted both breasts with her hands and took my cock between them.
A soft pressure wrapped around it, and my shaft found itself embraced by those lush, yielding mounds.
The small bra beneath helped shape them, and even after she let go with her hands, her breasts continued to hold my cock tautly in place.
Then Angela brought her newly freed hands behind her head, exposing her pure white armpits.
In that position, she began bending and straightening her knees while also moving her upper body up and down.
"Ohhh!"
Another cry of admiration slipped from my lips.
Her breasts, tightly clasping my cock thanks to the bra, swayed violently up and down, rubbing the pillar of my shaft with force.
It looked less like breasts and more like a pair of hips pounding a millstone.
And with the smooth friction of the cleavage layered on top of that, the whole thing deserved to be called a breast-pussy.
Swish, swish, swish!
"Angela, that feels amazing."
"Mmh, mm! Really? I’m glad."
Pleased by my praise, she kept moving her chest enthusiastically, embarrassed but determined.
And as I matched her rhythm with small thrusts of my hips, the ecstasy only multiplied.
What satisfied me wasn’t just the pleasure against my lower body.
Just as I’d expected, every time her breasts dropped, the silk curtain over her areolas flipped up and revealed her nipples. Seeing them flash into view in little glimpses, rather than being openly displayed, made the whole thing even filthier and more obscene.
And the person doing this, wearing this sort of outfit, was none other than Angela—the same innocent, refined woman she had always been.
Did I really need to say anything else?
Swish! Swish! Swish!
"Hah, haah…! Haa…. Haaah!"
Even while panting, she kept moving her body with all her might just to make me feel good, and that was adorable.
As I watched her, her skin began to shine with sweat before I knew it.
What’s more, every time the bra’s curtain flipped over, her nipples were standing so hard that it only made her look more obscene.
"Haaah…! Haah…! Haa…!"
Before long, after receiving such exquisitely generous service, the pleasure gathering in my groin was drawing ever closer to explosion.
"Haa! Haa! Ian’s… it’s getting hotter and thicker…!"
"That’s because Angela’s breasts feel so good I’m about to come!"
"I’ll take it, so you can let it out comfortably. Hah-mmph."
With my swollen cock held in her mouth, she licked around the rim of the glans with her lips.
Because she had it in her mouth, the swaying of her chest had diminished somewhat, but the feel of her lips and tongue more than made up for it.
"Mmm, chuup… fuhh, chuurop."
The pleasure collecting in my lower body grew even stronger.
She had always been skilled at sucking the head, so my body slipped smoothly toward climax.
"Angela, I’m coming!"
I poured my seed into the mouth wrapped around my glans.
Angela kept sucking at the urethra, swallowing the semen that flooded out of me with eager little gulps.
By the time I finished, there wasn’t a trace of my release left in her mouth beyond the brief opening as she caught her breath.
"Haa. That was so good."
"I’m glad Ian was satisfied."
Her deep cleavage shone brilliantly with sweat and lubricant.
As I was thinking I’d love to taste it again, Angela took my hand and led me back onto the bed.
"I-Ian…. Please lie down."
"You’re going to do something else for me?"
"…."
Unable to answer aloud, she only nodded shyly.
Following her request, I lay back comfortably with my head on the pillow, and Angela approached with a condom in hand.
"I-Ian’s is so big…."
Because she wasn’t used to it, the way she struggled while trying to put the condom on was adorable.
At last, refusing to give up, she managed to cover it completely, then straightened up and stood over my lower body.
…Insane.
Looking up from below, the visual impact was beyond anything I could have imagined.
The enormous breasts looming over me were so imposing they practically radiated pressure, and the sight of the silk curtains over her areolas lifting because of her hardened nipples was equally breathtaking.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the view in front of me when her breasts suddenly moved closer.
Angela had lowered herself into a posture that was perfect for riding me from above.
Of course, her face was even closer too, and our eyes met—but she immediately looked away and murmured, almost to herself, "Verita said this was practice for me too, not just for Ian. I might become someone’s wife someday, after all…."
The old Angela, with all the wounds in her heart, would never even have considered the possibility that she might one day belong to someone else.
The fact that her attitude had changed meant that, thanks to the efforts of me and Verita, she had finally begun to hold hope for herself.
"Yes. Then let’s practice hard for your future married life, too. Like a real married couple."
"Like a married couple…."
"Yes. At least while we’re practicing, please think of me as your real husband."
"Ian as my husband…."
There were many emotions in the voice that repeated my words.
But the strongest of them was the overwhelming feeling of finally facing what she had longed for.
"All right."
She no longer hesitated like before.
Her heart had grown so large that, under the excuse of practice, she could brazenly lay out her desire for me.
As if to prove I was right, she shifted her panties slightly to the side and dropped her hips, swallowing my cock with her cunt.
"Haaahn…!"
With a languid nasal moan, I could feel her warmth through the condom.
That warmth seemed to wrap around my whole body, and though I had called it practice, both my body and my heart were already brimming with affection for Angela.
Angela seemed to feel the same. The gaze she lowered on me was wet and glistening.
Then an unexpectedly tender voice slipped from those glossy, vermilion lips.
"I’ll do it…. Honey."
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