Sleepy Princess 3
The video began with a violently shaking screen that gradually steadied after the heavy thud of something collapsing and sprawling out.
"…!!!"
The scene that snapped into proper focus froze my thoughts solid.
Until now, whenever there had been even a hint that my wife might wake, he had always positioned her doggy-style atop the mascot costume so he could cover it up and play dumb at a moment’s notice, then continued with every bizarre act imaginable. But today, from the very first frame, I could feel his iron will to drive his cock into the female he had trained exactly to his tastes, no matter what.
"Her breasts?!"
I cried out before I could stop myself at the all-too-explicit expanse of bare flesh that filled the entire screen. Once I calmed my startled heart, questions rushed in. I couldn’t understand what kind of pose my wife was even holding. And no wonder—the frame was packed solely with what I assumed was her naked torso: breasts, belly, and pussy. The limited composition of the video made her neck and above, along with her arms and legs, look severed, producing a scene that was at once grotesque and thoroughly vulgar.
As if to answer my confusion, the camera pulled back, and only then could I see exactly what state she was in.
"I-is she laid out on a table?"
My wife was sprawled like an overturned turtle across a small, low table built for children. Because of that, her head hung backward as if it might snap, hiding her face completely, while her arms and legs dragged along the floor thanks to the table’s meager height. The way she thrust her pussy forward without a shred of shame made her look like nothing more than a tool that existed solely to receive a man’s lust. The thought that my wife was holding such a crude, naked pose nearly drove me out of my mind.
The table adjusted to children’s height, too. This is definitely the daycare center where my wife works part-time.
The videos were always shot in the same place—a dark, unidentified room packed with pastel furniture that looked made for little kids. I had suspected a daycare but never been certain; a table that low exists only for children. That table alone convinced me that the place where my wife was being fucked by this unknown man was the daycare where she worked part-time.
"Today I’m finally going to fuck this bitch’s pussy. I usually make it a rule not to screw the married cunts at the same workplace… but leaving a slut who’s spreading her legs like this begging to be eaten would just be wrong, right?"
Even through the heavy voice modulation that made his emotions hard to read, the thick mockery came through clearly. He settled between my wife’s legs, which were spread wide like a frog’s, vulgarly baring her crotch. Kneeling brought him to the perfect height to drive his cock straight in.
"I’d love to raw-dog her and knock her up with my kid, but that could fuck me over, so no choice."
I cursed him inwardly for being needlessly cautious while sleep-raping someone else’s wife. At the time I didn’t even realize how thoroughly my thought process had broken—that I was actually dissatisfied he wasn’t properly violating her. While I vented my complaints, he was rolling a fluorescent condom onto his cock. That artificial color stood out even more sharply in the dark.
"Hoo… hoo… hoo…"
As his breathing from the speakers grew deeper, my own anticipation swelled. The thought of my wife, knowing nothing, getting fucked by another man’s cock at the daycare made my dick feel ready to explode even though I had already come several times. Ignoring the precum gushing from my glans in thick spurts, I locked my eyes on the screen.
As always, my wife was soaked in sweat as if she had just been hauled out of the mascot costume; the alien languor of her narcolepsy-induced unconsciousness came through clearly. The video, which had been slowly filming her limbs, drifted toward her chest, and soon the man’s mouth entered the frame. His mouth, glistening with greed and lust, gaped wide and engulfed a full handful of my wife’s plump breast.
"Haup…!"
Even with the mosaic over the man’s face as he mouthed her breast, his ecstasy seemed to pierce straight through it. The sight of that breast—reminiscent of pure white rice cake—being sucked into a mouth that called to mind a flounder filled me with an indescribable mix of bizarre terror and pleasure. Clear saliva dripped down her distorted flesh, and greedy, wet sounds of him sucking out every last bit of the sweetness she held filled the speakers.
"Chup… chuk, juuup…!"
Her breast, which had been spreading as if crushed under something heavy, was now being pulled upward by the fierce suction. As if testing how far it could stretch, it rose until it hit its limit and dropped with a soft plop. The saliva-soaked flesh rippled and spread. In that short time it had been sucked so hard that one nipple stood stiffly erect, flaunting its presence.
"Hoo… I’ve wanted to suck these so fucking bad for ages, and damn…"
The man smacked his lips openly, savoring the flesh-scent and taste lingering in his mouth. Then he buried his face again and sucked and licked her breasts like a child, with wet, smacking sounds. The sight of a full-grown adult man latched onto a married woman’s breasts—symbols of maternal love—greedily and obscenely devouring them stirred a visceral disgust. He worked his tongue so grotesquely that if my wife had seen it she would have screamed in horror.
"Slurp, slurp, slurp…!"
As if long strokes of his tongue-tip between her cleavage weren’t enough, his thorough tasting all the way under her breasts made my teeth chatter. Not content with suckling one breast to the extreme and dyeing it with his color, he persistently teased around the stiff nipple with his tongue. As he licked her areola with the tip as if to provoke her, my wife twitched slightly at that faint but ticklish stimulation.
The video captured in one shot the man’s tongue devouring her nipple and her other breast that was still completely unsoiled—and soon I understood the intent.
Twitch…!
Her breast trembled hard, and then, without even being touched, the other nipple slowly rose like a sprout pushing through soil. The thought that my wife’s untouched nipple had hardened from another man’s tongue-play made my hair stand on end with excitement. Seeing it rise, he laughed low in delight and rose to his feet.
Twitch, twitch, twitch.
My wife was still sprawled on the table facing the ceiling, but with her nipples erect and her limbs trembling slightly, an indescribable vulgarity radiated from her even more strongly.
I want to see her face…!
I burned with the desire to see the face of the wife who always smiled so kindly at me. Was she still the chaste, gentle woman I loved? Or was she wearing the expression of a bitch that filled my mind? I was desperately curious. But he had no intention of granting my earnest wish; instead he filmed her pussy mound, soaked in sweat, its lips slightly parted.
Squelch.
His condom-sheathed cock kissed the mound of my wife’s pussy. Her flesh, pressed by his glans, seemed to push back in resistance—a sensation that came through even over the screen. Her pussy was simply tight as if unused, yet perhaps because of his thorough training it had newly taken on a chewy firmness.
"What would my trained wife’s pussy feel like?"
I had never regretted being too busy to make love as much as I did now. I was going crazy suppressing the urge to kick the door open right that second, pin my sleeping wife down by force, and bury my cock to the root.
As if mocking me—the husband watching this video—he slowly began pushing his condom-covered cock into my wife’s pussy.
Squelch…!
A sticky sound like parting hot, chewy rice-cake dough came from her mound. It was the sound of her pussy, developed without her knowledge, wrapping tightly around the invading cock of another man.
"Oh, ooo… oh…!"
He poured out ugly moans, clearly extremely satisfied with the tightness and sensation of her vagina transmitted from his inserted glans. On the screen, my wife’s pussy was shown slowly swallowing his cock—thick and long enough, though not quite as much as Jang Man-su’s or mine.
"Haa…! Haa…! Haa…! Uh, huh? What’s that… his cock looks a bit curved?"
Forgetting even to blink as I gasped for breath, I noticed something slightly unusual about that guy’s cock. It was curved to one side. As that curved shaft, reminiscent of a rake or hook, slowly pushed into my wife’s pussy, her thighs at the edge of the screen began to tremble violently.
"H-uh…? Ugh…? Mmmngh…? Nngh?"
The way the insides of her thighs quivered as if thrilling to a strange sensation she was feeling for the first time was ominous. I couldn’t understand why she was reacting like that. Then he continued with an explanation, as if speaking to the viewers watching this video.
"Oh. What’s this. Jackpot? Wow. This bitch is in big trouble now. She won’t be able to get off on any other guy’s dick anymore… Ah, for those of you who’ve watched a lot of my videos, you know my thing is a bit curved, right?"
He zoomed in on the cock he was pushing in.
"This curved part scrapes places that a normal cock can’t press, you know? For bitches whose sensitive spots get scraped, just inserting it leaves them helpless. They look like they’re about to die, I tell you."
After finishing his explanation, he filmed her entire torso sprawled on the table, as if telling us to watch carefully. Then he pulled the half-inserted cock back slightly before thrusting it in to the root in one go.
Thwack!
With a dull impact of flesh against flesh, my wife’s torso jolted as if it might bounce off. A dragging sound accompanied it, as if the table base was made of high-friction rubber so kids wouldn’t bump or push it while playing. But what mattered was my wife’s reaction.
"Eh…???"
At my wife’s voice—thick with reason and awareness—I startled as if I’d been struck on the back of the head.