A Steamy Night at the Hot Springs
The carriage that had left Bihenna City raced along the sunset-dyed road for a long while.
The scenery flashing past the windows grew steadily quieter, and in the distance steam could be seen rising.
By early evening the three of them had arrived at Lunaria Hot Spring Village.
They unpacked their luggage in their respective rooms, then gathered at a restaurant with a lovely view of the lake for dinner.
Fresh trout caught from Lunaria Lake lay on the plates.
The fish had been grilled whole, its skin crisp and golden, the flesh moist and tender.
Grilled asparagus, mushrooms, and cherry tomatoes accompanied it, the colors alone a feast for the eyes.
After the meal, Isabel and Bella headed to the women’s bath first. Logan, too, sank into the hot spring to soak away his fatigue.
When he emerged, Bella was fast asleep with her head pillowed on Isabel’s lap.
“She must have had too much fun today.”
Logan lifted Bella into his arms, carried her to their room, then returned to his own, changed into a robe, and stood gazing out the window.
Knock, knock.
Isabel’s quiet whisper came through the door.
“Dean, are you asleep? It’s Isabel.”
When Logan opened the door, he found Isabel standing there radiating an entirely different aura than usual.
Her hair, still damp from the hot spring, clung wetly and spilled over her shoulders. Her skin glowed with a warm peach blush.
“Pardon the intrusion.”
The moment Isabel stepped inside, a sweet, refreshing fragrance brushed the tip of Logan’s nose.
It was the scent of the fruit wine they had smelled at the festival—the one made by fermenting ripe fruit.
“I wanted to talk with you, Dean. Bella… is sleeping deeply. It seems she truly enjoyed today.”
Her voice was slower than usual, the ends of her words softly blurred.
“…Did you drink the fruit wine?”
Isabel’s eyes widened for an instant. She covered her mouth with a small hand.
“Ah…”
She smiled shyly, averting her gaze.
“The innkeeper gave me a small bottle to drink in my room.”
She looked up at him with tender, longing eyes, sending a gaze that was both bashful and seductive.
“Truthfully… ever since you held my hand at the festival today, my heart has been racing so fiercely I couldn’t sleep. So I wanted to be brave… and drank a little.”
Isabel lowered her head slightly, fidgeting with her fingers. The gesture made her look like a shy young girl rather than her usual dignified, mature self.
“I was so happy about the gift you gave me earlier. That’s why I… wanted to give you a gift containing my true feelings.”
She took Logan’s large hand and guided it to the knot at her waist.
“Please unwrap me.”
Her languid, half-lidded eyes gazed up at him, brimming with open hunger.
Logan nearly lost his mind at the sight of her and almost pounced, but he barely held himself back. With deliberate care he caught the end of the knot and slowly pulled.
Shhhk—
The thin layer of fabric slid down her smooth skin and pooled at her feet.
“…!”
Isabel’s naked body was fully revealed. In the soft glow of moonlight and candlelight, her skin shone like fine porcelain.
She loosened the band that held her hair. Beautiful deep-blue locks cascaded over her shoulders and down her back.
“How do I look…?”
At Isabel’s question, Logan’s gaze went first to the enormous breasts that had sprung free the instant the robe fell. They were full, firm, and so large that one hand could never hope to contain them. Her nipples, swollen a deeper red than usual from the wine, stood proudly erect as if begging to be sucked.
“A truly surprising gift… Wife.”
Isabel’s body trembled visibly.
The word “wife” and the casual tone made her eyes glaze with unmistakable lust.
“Dean… my gift isn’t finished yet.”
Isabel approached with a slightly slurred whisper. With every step her heavy breasts swayed elegantly up and down.
She stopped directly in front of him.
Eyes overflowing with desire, she breathed against his lips.
“Haa… Dean… do whatever you want with me. Tonight I am your obedient wife.”
Logan could restrain himself no longer. He seized her waist and yanked her against him.
“Hngh…!”
Isabel let out a small moan and melted into his chest. Her voluptuous breasts flattened softly against him, and the faint sweet scent drove him wild.
Still fully clothed, Logan’s already rock-hard cock pressed forward, rubbing hotly between her thighs.
“Haa… Dean… already so hard…”
When his rigid length slid between her thighs, Isabel pressed her soaking pussy against it. She rubbed the tip as though trying to swallow him, and Logan’s breathing grew ragged.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, gently bit his ear, and whispered in a bewitching voice.
“Hehe… Dean. I’m not going anywhere. Tonight… I’m yours.”
Enduring the near-painful throb in his lower body, Logan stared at her wet lips.
“…May I kiss you, Wife?”
Isabel cupped his cheek tenderly and gave him the most loving yet utterly lewd smile in the world.
“Yes, Dean… because tonight you are my… husband…”
The moment the words left her, Logan devoured her mouth.
“Mmm…!”
Isabel moaned deeply and pushed her tongue into his mouth.
Slurp… slurp…
Their tongues tangled and sucked. Mixed saliva spilled from the corners of their mouths and dripped to the floor.
Logan’s fully erect cock now rubbed hotly against her soft belly. The thick, hard shaft pressed and ground against her, and Isabel clung to him even tighter.
His tongue ravaged every corner of her mouth while hers coiled around it like a snake. His hands gripped her huge ass, pulling her closer, and the hot pillar trapped between her legs grew slick with precum.
“Haa… ha, Wife… just kissing you feels like I’m going to explode…”
“Ahh… me too… Dean, that hot thing of yours… rubbing on my belly… hngh.”
“Ugh, Wife… hurry and use your mouth.”
At Logan’s urgent growl, Isabel dropped to her knees, pulled down his pants, and buried her face between his legs. She took the glistening cock into her mouth in a single smooth motion.
“Hngh…!”
Logan exhaled roughly and seized her lush hair. His reason gone, his grip was merciless. He held her head and began thrusting roughly back and forth.
The enormous cock spearing deep into her throat brought tears to Isabel’s eyes, yet she endured with everything she had, sucking desperately to accept her husband’s desire.
“Hngh… hnghhh!!!… kgh, kgh… slurp…!!”
“I’m cumming!”
Thick, hot semen flooded Isabel’s mouth.
“Hngh, ngh…!”
Her cheeks bulged as she took every drop. When the climax finally ebbed, Logan panted, suddenly aware of how rough he had been. He quickly grabbed a handkerchief and held it to her lips.
“Wife, I’m sorry. I was too rough. Spit it out.”
But Isabel looked up at him, throat working visibly.
Gulp.
She swallowed more than half in one go, then exhaled a hot breath and spat the rest onto the handkerchief. The sight of her tongue extended, white semen dripping onto the white cloth, eyes glistening with tears, was so vulgar and obscene that Logan’s cock hardened again instantly.
Isabel noticed and smiled seductively.
“Hehe… Dean, the night is still young.”
She lay back on the bed, grabbed both ankles with her own hands, and spread her legs wide in a perfect V, opening herself completely for him.
Her already flushed and dripping folds twitched invitingly, begging to be filled.
“Wife!!”
Logan pounced like a beast and buried his face between her legs.
Slurp, slurp! Slurpslurp!! Hrrrk—
“Haaang!!”
The moment his tongue drove inside her, Isabel bucked wildly and cried out.
“Your tongue… it’s so deep… hngh…!”
After thoroughly tasting her, Logan aligned his cock with the dripping entrance. Her wet pussy seemed to nibble at the tip, trying to pull him in.
He gripped her legs and thrust deep in one powerful stroke.
“Haaaaaaaang!”
Isabel’s moan filled the room. The sudden stretch made her hot, slick walls clamp down around him, refusing to let go.
Logan gritted his teeth against the sticky grip, pulled back, and slammed in again.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Every obscene collision made her enormous breasts bounce violently.
Breathing hard at the sight, Logan growled, “Wife… look at these lewd tits. They’re shaking so much it’s driving me insane. Your ex-husband must have fucked you while staring at them, right?”
As he spoke he roughly kneaded one heavy breast, then took the stiff, swollen nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.
“Haaaa…! Husband… I love it… Suck harder… Wife’s nipples… in Husband’s mouth… being sucked like this… feels so good… hngh…!”
The word “Husband” from her lips made Logan thrust faster, pounding her pussy without mercy.
“Wife, have you completely forgotten your ex-husband? You kept mentioning your late husband, yet now you’re clinging to my cock and calling me Husband.”
“Haaang! The truth is… from the moment I started working in the dean’s office again, I’ve been longing for you, Dean…”
Her confession sent a thrill through Logan’s chest. He decided to reward her properly. He squeezed her large breasts harder and quickened his hips. Love juices overflowed, letting his cock glide even more smoothly.
“Hak… hngh… I kept talking about my ex-husband because… every time I did, your reaction was so good… hngh…! That’s why I kept mentioning him…”
Squish! Squish! Squish!
“Wife… how long has it been since you last slept with him?”
“Haang… it’s been so long I can barely remember… Husband… Wife’s pussy… only wants Husband’s cock… haaaaaaaaang!!”
Even as she answered, Isabel couldn’t hold back. Her pussy clenched violently around him.
Logan whispered into her ear, “Wife… you’re tightening again. Every time I mention your ex-husband your pussy squeezes me like this… I’m starting to feel jealous.”
He hooked her legs over his shoulders and thrust harder, faster.
“Husband… Husband!!… I can’t take any more… Fill my pussy completely!”
Suppressing his own explosive climax, Logan silenced her with a savage kiss instead.
“Ngh, ngh…! Slurp, haa…!”
The sweet scent of fruit wine still lingered in their tangled saliva.
Choking on pleasure, Isabel made desperate “ngh, ngh!” sounds and clung to his neck with all her strength. Logan never broke the kiss. Using every last ounce of power, he slammed into her as if trying to pierce her womb.
“Huk… huk… huk…”
“Haang… haaaa… haang!”
Both of them were lost in raw desire. For a long while only their ragged breathing filled the room. Finally Logan reached his limit. His cock buried itself to the hilt and erupted.
“Haaaaaaaang!”
Isabel’s body shuddered. Her pussy convulsed, milking him greedily.
“Haa… so hot…”
“Wife…”
After he finished, Logan slowly withdrew his cum-smeared cock. He licked her neck, fondled one breast with one hand, and savored the lingering pleasure.
When their body heat had cooled slightly, Isabel whispered in a languid voice, “Dean… I should go back to Bella now.”
She slipped back into her gown and retied the ribbon at her waist. The lewd, beastly woman who had been howling moments ago had vanished. Once again she was the elegant wife, carefully composing herself. The sight was breathtakingly beautiful.
Logan sat on the edge of the bed, silently watching as she arranged her disheveled hair in the moonlight. The weight of her enormous breasts still made the front of the gown hang precariously open, but she soon adjusted it, hiding them once more.
“Sleep well, Isabel.”
“Yes. Sweet dreams to you too, Dean.”
“…Husband.”
Just before she stepped through the door, Isabel whispered the word again in a tiny voice only Logan could hear.
Even after she closed the door and left, the sensation of her voluptuous body lingered on his skin, and the sweet scent of fruit wine refused to fade from his mouth for a long, long time.