My Wife Has Started to Seem Suspicious (3)
I was on top of her. In the darkness, her face was faintly visible. I rocked my hips slowly, ever so slowly. It was always the same sensation—sliding inside her felt like my entire body was melting away. Soft yet relentlessly tight, gripping me without a single gap. The slick friction sounds tickled my ears.
Squelch, squelch.
"Hah... ngh..." I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped me. Just a few rocks of my hips, and every sensation in my body rushed straight there. I tilted my head back, gasping for breath.
"Feels good, honey?"
From below me, she asked in a languid voice. Even in the dark, I could feel her gaze looking up at me—that mix of affection and desire that drove me insane.
"Y-yeah... so good... it's driving me crazy, sis..." I panted in reply, then slowly rocked my hips again.
Squelch, squelch.
Each movement inside her sent electric jolts of pleasure racing up my spine to the top of my head. Ah, no good. At this rate, I wouldn't last even a minute. Why couldn't I shake this premature problem? I desperately slowed my hips to almost a stop, catching my breath.
"It's okay. Take it slow."
As if reading my mind, she spoke tenderly. Her arm reached up, gently caressing my sweat-slick cheek.
"Feels good... go at your pace, honey. Anything works for me."
"U-uh, yeah... got it..."
Relieved by her words, I started moving again, just a tiny bit.
"Hah... hah..."
But it was maddening. Her insides were hot, soft, squeezing me so fiercely it felt like they were sucking everything in. I wanted to thrust wildly right then, but that would end it all. I craved just a little more of this bliss.
"Haa... ah, no, I can't... I just..."
I finally stopped, panting hard.
"Sh-should we switch positions?"
"Sure? Whatever's comfy for you, honey."
She didn't sound disappointed at all—instead, she was accommodating me. I barely pulled out of her. A wet pop echoed, leaving an aching emptiness.
She rolled over onto all fours. Even in the dark, her voluptuous, massive ass rose temptingly. I swallowed hard and positioned myself behind her. But this was even worse.
"Ah..."
I found her slick entrance between her cheeks and pushed in. It slid in with a squelch, but not deep enough. And as soon as I tried to move...
Slip... pop.
"Ah, damn... it keeps slipping out."
I spat out a curse without thinking. Mortifying, utterly pathetic.
"It's fine. Just put it back in. Should I lift my hips higher? Like this?"
She raised her ass a bit more. I tried again. This time, it went deeper. Good. Hope surged as I rocked my hips.
Plap, plap.
A few successful thrusts. But a slight angle shift, and again—slip... pop.
"Ah... again... sorry, sis."
I mumbled, utterly deflated. I hated my tiny dick so much. How could I satisfy her like this? I couldn't even manage proper sex.
"Sorry? This is fun too, you know—like hide-and-seek."
She glanced back with a playful smile. I knew it was meant to comfort me, but the misery lingered. Maybe she'd grown so used to this pathetic me that she'd reached enlightenment.
That image flashed in my mind again—the black, massive cock.
"Got it gripped tight this time, honey."
She tensed her ass, as if clutching me. I gritted my teeth.
"U-uh, yeah, one more try."
I gripped her waist firmly and thrust back in, vowing not to slip out this time as I started rocking again.
...
How long had it been? Time blurred. When we'd first lain down, the world outside was pitch black, the clock just past 11 p.m. Now, the light seeping through the curtains wasn't streetlamps anymore—it was the pale blue of dawn faintly illuminating the room.
I glanced at the nightstand clock. Unbelievably, it pointed to 5.
Six hours. We'd gone nonstop for six hours. I felt like I'd collapse right there, my whole body drained dry. My waist ached like it might snap, my thighs trembled like they weren't mine.
But her? She wiped sweat from her brow atop me, breathing steadily, looking utterly unfatigued—radiant with satisfaction and vitality.
I'd begged first.
"Sis... I really... just a break... please, just a bit..."
That's how we'd reached this brief truce.
The sweat-soaked sheets clung stickily to my skin—disgusting. If I closed my eyes, I'd pass out instantly.
"No. Can't sleep."
As if sensing it, she whispered and pecked my lips.
"We promised till at least 7 a.m. Only two hours left."
"Two hours left..."
My voice came out a groan. Normally, my dick would've died by now. But she wouldn't allow it. Every time I collapsed in exhaustion, she'd revive me with bizarre, lewd tricks I'd never imagined—teasing my urethra with her tongue, sucking my prostate, the works.
So now, we rested. Her head on my chest, listening to my heartbeat. I stared blankly at the ceiling, then blurted,
"You really love sex, sis."
Her body flinched. She slowly lifted her head, looking at me. In the dark-adapted gloom, her expression seemed startled.
"W-what? Why ask that suddenly?"
"Just... you never seem tired. I'm dying here..."
She smiled prettily, eyes crinkling as if my question was adorable.
"Of course I do. But it's 'cause it's with you, honey. Would it be this good with anyone else? Probably not. With you, I want more and more—hate to stop."
Perfect answer. Full of love and care. But why couldn't it fully dispel the suspicion gnawing at me?
"I... still feel like I can't satisfy you... keep slipping out, cumming too fast..."
I muttered dejectedly, voicing my pathetic reality.
"Aw, don't say that."
She caressed my cheek softly.
"I love when you cum quick. Means you like it that much. And slipping out? 'Cause you're so cute, honey? So adorable it runs away? Gotta grip it tight."
Playfully, she slipped her hand under the covers, gently wrapping my still-warm dick.
"And... you don't know how much you satisfy me. Feeling your cum fill me up—warm, filling me, like I'm loved... I crave that so bad."
Her voice grew hotter, more explicit. Her touch stirred my "dead" dick back to life. Unbelievable.
"There, rested enough? Shall we? What position this time, my alpha male?"
She straddled me, hot breath in my ear. I couldn't refuse. Didn't even want to. Her touch and voice disarmed me completely.
I hugged her waist, ready to surrender to the next wave of pleasure. As she lowered her hips for another hot, wet union—
The silence shattered with sharp vibrations. Bzzz—bzzz— Her phone on the nightstand.
She frowned briefly but quickly wrapped her arms around my neck, feigning nonchalance.
"Your phone, sis."
I whispered.
"Ignore it, honey. Probably spam anyway."
She kissed me insistently, trying to resume. But the buzzing persisted. Bzzz—bzzz— Relentless, like it wouldn't stop till answered.
It paused, then resumed in under five seconds. Bzzz—bzzz—
A frustrated sigh escaped me. The heat building in my body cooled instantly. This wasn't spam—no spam was this persistent.
"Wait just a sec..."
I pushed her shoulder.
"Honey, it's fine..."
Her voice held irritation, but I ignored it. I stretched for her phone on the nightstand. In the dark room, the glowing screen stabbed my eyes.
The caller ID blazed clearly.
A stranger's English name.
"Miles...? Who's that?"
I muttered, tilting my head. No one I knew.
Maybe a coworker's English name? Unlikely, at this hour.
Right then—her face atop me froze. The sweet, seductive expression vanished, replaced by cold, sharp wariness, like a mask ripped off.
"Give it!"
Without letting me think, she snatched the phone from my hand in a flash. The motion was so swift and rough, I was stunned silent.
She hid it behind her back, frantically tapping to reject the call.
Silence returned. But not the hot, intimate kind. This was icy cold, razor-sharp.
I stared blankly at her. Naked atop me, looking down—her face was that of a complete stranger, one I'd never seen in our years together.