Chapter 880 - 879- Cucked Husband’s Morning

Chapter 880: Chapter 879- Cucked Husband’s Morning

The rain had stopped sometime after midnight. The last of the storm dripped from the eaves in slow irregular ticks against the window glass. Inside the master bedroom the air hung heavy with sweat and sex and the faint metallic tang of the marks I had left on her skin.

I had taken her three more times after the first. Slow at first then harder then slow again when her voice broke into broken little gasps. Her body learned the shape of me. The soft give of her belly under my palm. The heavy bounce of her breasts when I drove her into the mattress from behind.

The way her thick thighs trembled and clamped around my waist when she came. Milk beaded and spilled whenever I sucked or pinched. Cum leaked out of her in thick ropes every time I pulled free only to be pushed back in on the next thrust.

By the time true exhaustion took her she was face-down in the sheets that still smelled of her husband ass raised one cheek pressed into the pillow mouth open and wet. I finished across the small of her back and watched it slide down the cleft of her ass before I finally let myself drop beside her. Sleep came easy.

Morning light found the room pale and gray. I woke first. She was still out one arm thrown across my chest leg hooked over mine pussy sticky against my thigh. My cock was already hard again heavy and hot against her soft skin. I shifted. She made a small sound but did not wake.

I slid out from under her carefully stood and stretched. The house was quiet. Somewhere downstairs a clock ticked.

I needed to piss.

The en-suite was small tiled in pale green window cracked open to the cool morning air. I left the door open. A minute later I heard the bed creak. Soft footsteps. She appeared in the doorway naked hair a dark tangle eyes still heavy with sleep breasts full and marked a dried smear of cum on the inside of one thigh. She saw me standing at the toilet and froze for half a second. Then she stepped in closed the door with a quiet click and came straight to me.

No words. She sank to her knees on the cool tile took my cock in both hands and guided the head to her mouth. Warm. Wet. She sucked slow tongue working the underside cheeks hollowing. I let her for a while fingers sliding into her hair hips giving small lazy thrusts. Then I pulled free with a soft wet pop.

"Stand up. Bend over the sink."

She did. Hands braced on the porcelain back arched thick ass pushed out. The cheeks were soft and full marked with faint handprints from the night. Her pussy looked swollen lips dark and parted a slow trickle of last night’s load already starting to ease out. I stepped in behind her lined up and pushed in with one long stroke.

She moaned into her forearm. The sound was low and raw. Her walls gripped immediately still tight still slick. I set a steady rhythm hips smacking against her ass with soft wet impacts.

Pah Pah Pah!

"Hngh~! Oungh~!! HIEKK~!!!"

Her breasts swung and jiggled with every thrust heavy and full. I reached around and cupped them thumbs brushing the leaking nipples. Milk wet my fingers. She pushed back harder.

"Harder," she whispered. "Please... just like last night..."

I gave it to her. Faster. Deeper. The wet slap of skin filled the small bathroom.

Pah PAH! Pah PAH!

"AAANGHH~~!! NIEENGHHT~! HAAIYAANGH~!!"

Her moans rose then broke into short sharp gasps each time I bottomed out. I felt the pressure building in my bladder at the same time the pleasure built in my cock. I did not stop. When the urge became sharp I simply let go.

Hot urine flooded into her. The sudden heat and pressure made her body jerk. A shocked high sound tore out of her throat. Her pussy clenched hard around me as the stream kept coming filling her overflowing around my shaft in warm pulses that ran down both our thighs and puddled on the tile. I kept thrusting through it mixing piss and cum and her own slick into a filthy wet mess.

PAAAH! Pah Pah PAAAH!

"Haaangh~!! M-Master... it’s tearing me apart... Anhgh?! It’s so hot... so full... I can’t... Nngh~!!"

She came with a broken sob legs shaking ass pushing back desperately against me while more fluid forced its way out around my cock in messy spurts. ’Gods his cock is stretching my insides so much... the piss is burning... I can’t think...’

I finished right after her grinding deep and pumping another thick load into the already flooded heat of her cunt. When I finally pulled out a heavy mix of piss and cum poured down her thighs in a long continuous stream.

She stayed bent over the sink panting forehead against the mirror watching herself drip.

I stepped back cleaned myself with a cloth and watched her gather her scattered clothes from the floor.

She did not look at me. She clutched the dress and underthings against her chest and hurried out of the bathroom still completely naked. I followed as far as the bedroom doorway and watched her go.

Her thick ass bounced with every quick step soft cheeks flexing and jiggling a shiny trail of fluid still sliding down the insides of her thighs. She did not look back. The door to the hall closed softly behind her.

I stood there a moment longer then returned to the bed dropped onto the sheets that still smelled of her and closed my eyes. Satisfaction sat warm and heavy in my chest. The image of her hurrying away naked stayed behind my lids. The knowledge of what still leaked out of her. The knowledge of the man downstairs who had no idea.

A soft knock came at the guest-room door a short while later. The maid’s voice polite and carefully neutral.

"Lord Ktorian? Breakfast is prepared if you wish it. The master and madam are already in the dining room."

I opened my eyes rose washed properly this time dressed and went downstairs.

The dining room was bright with morning light. Mr. Tanabe sat at the head of the table in a neat robe looking rested and content. Beside him sat his wife.

She wore a fresh kimono hair neatly pinned face composed. Only the faint shadows under her eyes and the careful way she sat suggested anything of the night.

Two smaller figures young cousins or distant relations occupied the far end of the table chattering quietly over their rice. The atmosphere was domestic warm ordinary.

Mr. Tanabe looked up and smiled the same grateful smile from the night before.

"Lord Ktorian. Good morning. I hope you slept well. Please join us."

I took the empty seat across from them. The maid poured tea. Steam rose.

The smell of miso and grilled fish filled the air. Mrs. Tanabe kept her gaze lowered at first then lifted it just long enough to meet mine. A flicker of heat passed through her eyes before she looked away again and reached for the teapot with steady hands.

Mr. Tanabe continued speaking cheerful unaware.

He talked about the documents I used to buy pussy of his wife last day unaware of it all, going on about how fortunate the family was to have such a powerful friend.

His wife nodded at the right moments added soft agreement even smiled once when he mentioned how much better her back felt this morning. The two younger ones at the end of the table laughed at some private joke and passed a plate of pickled vegetables.