The Housewife's Dripping Pussy
The gaze of a married woman standing in my room, wearing only her underwear, watching me approach—it was downright chilling and incredibly arousing. She probably couldn't even remember the sensation, but the memory of that time not long ago in her own home, moaning and writhing in front of her husband with her pussy stretched wide, made it all the more intense.
"Take it all off. Weren't you trying to seduce me? If you're gonna do it, do it right."
"Ah, ahn... Ahhng...!"
The moment the words left my mouth, her bra hit the floor just like that. Her gloriously glamorous king-sized tits were laid bare right before my eyes. Ah, those tits. The feel of them had been amazing, and their size was perfect. Staring at them intently, she trembled slightly and began sliding down her last remaining piece—the panties.
It was so damn hot. Watching her strip like this up close beat any stage show. I realized anew just how erotic a personal striptease could be. This kind of show was pure gold. Great stuff. Gotta make others do it next time, I thought, filing it away in my mental archive.
"Haa..."
Finally, her panties slipped off and dropped limply to the floor. As expected, her glamorous pussy was fully exposed.
"Still in a sexless marriage?"
"H-How did you...?"
Well, duh—I'd heard it straight from her mouth back then. "If it wasn't sexless, why would you go this far? There has to be a reason you came looking for a bra fitting."
I stepped closer and grabbed her tits. They wrapped around my hands, soft and springy, glistening in the sunlight. Ah, just as good as ever...
"Hng...!"
King tits were king for a reason. Even if they weren't huge, some girls just had that perfect feel—but you couldn't hate a true pair of royals. It was an immutable truth for men everywhere. Everyone would get it. Sure, there were weirdos into flat chests, but big tits? Universally hot.
"Hng... Ah... Yeah, sexless... My husband and I..."
She spilled her story cautiously, but I'd heard it before. Nothing new caught my interest. I just hummed vaguely and focused on kneading her tits—soft, chewy, bouncy. Burying my face in them a bit, I rubbed against their warmth.
"Not a baby anymore..." Her mumbling barely registered as I lost myself in the cozy sensation. Ah, this is it. This cloud-like warmth. Perfect.
"Haa, nice. More than qualified for seduction."
Truth be told, I'd planned to fuck her from the start, but I played it cool and gestured to the bed. Ideally, I'd take her to a comfy hotel bed instead of this stiff one, but making her redress now? No way. Besides, my dick was already throbbing like it might burst.
"And you stripped so casually outside where anyone could see?"
My place had no curtains. That meant everything inside was visible from the street—especially in broad daylight like now. Time wasn't stopped, so yeah, some creep might be ogling her body right this second.
"Ahn... Th-that...!"
Only then did she try covering up, but with her back to the window, hiding her tits and pussy just left her ass on full display.
"Hng...!"
"Turn like that and... Jeez, just get on the bed already."
The bed was out of the window's direct line of sight, thankfully. She scurried over and sat down, which was kinda cute.
"Feeling shy? Makes sense. You've gotta keep living here, after all. Rumors spreading would suck."
For her, yeah. I'd be moving soon anyway. "Don't worry, at this hour? Only a total loser with nothing better to do would be peeping."
"Hng...!"
Wait, that kinda self-roasts me. Nah, I wasn't jobless—I'd just come back from a trip and was chilling. Not like I had big plans or anything. Anyway.
"But seriously, why doesn't your husband touch a body like this? Can't wrap my head around it."
If it were me, I'd be pounding her multiple times a day, sucking and slamming without mercy. Seeing tits like these? My cock would bulge every time.
"He's always been uninterested in big tits."
Not even her nipples—just the tits themselves. Massaging them like this, she even smiled faintly, like it felt good.
"Uninterested? Come on."
"He doesn't like big ones at all."
Whoa, people like that actually exist? I thought they were just internet memes—extreme fetishists or whatever.
"Lately, it's not just disinterest. Feels like he doesn't like me anymore."
She took his wife's startup cash, blew it on a failed business, then blamed her? Guy had some twisted thinking. But I couldn't exactly play know-it-all.
If she wouldn't leave on her own, nothing would change.
"Then why stay together? Doesn't make sense."
They were already at the point where she'd bare herself to another man. Divorce, split assets, sue for alimony—what was the holdup? Dragging it out like this might just leave her paying him.