Chapter 71: Ch71: Nothing Unusual

Slow thrust after thrust, Nyle went deep—almost gentle with her ass. Although his instincts were screaming to slam hard and fuck Lana beside her husband, and let the man watch how his wife moaned in a way he had never heard — the kind of thoughts that crawl into your brain like a crazy insect the moment you are told not to.

Yet, everything in control — at least till now.

There was no sharp clap of hip on skin. There was nothing unusual for Dover. The proof was that he didn’t even notice his wife was getting her ass fucked — something he had never even thought about.

Nyle eased forward like he was about to drill, then pushed to the hilt and dragged himself back out, letting her feel every inch.

Lana’s left hand reached behind her and pulled her cheek aside, stretching her ass open for him.

"How’s the 3D logo now?" Dover asked, still facing the screen.

She bit down on her index finger to keep the sound in, then pointed at the display with a shaking hand. "Right there, deep— I-I mean zoom, honey."

Dover zoomed in on the hole at the center of the donut. "Where? I don’t see anything."

"I mean, honey, the color. The color gradient doesn’t match the light brown, you know. It looks a little... deep burned," Lana said, stalling, buying them time with every word.

Nyle cleared his throat. "Ahm... I agree with Ma’am."

Dover gave a small nod, selected the paint brush, zoomed until the donut hole broke into fat pixels, and started painting them by hand, one careful dab at a time.

Behind him, they both smiled at the snail’s pace of his progress — every extra second another slow thrust Dover would never see.

Her anal walls grew smoother with every pass, more slippery than her pussy had been. Each thrust in coated his cock in another warm layer of slick. Each thrust out dragged that same wetness with him, shining along his length before he sank back in.

The friction of getting her ass fucked was enough to stimulate the pussy beneath, making those empty folds twitch around nothing as warm fluid spilled down her inner thighs, dripping toward the thong still hooked aside.

’Fuck, control yourself, Lana. Master is testing your determination. I can’t moan and break my master’s words,’ she thought.

Yet her body had other plans.

The same arm that had been pulling her cheek aside for him slipped forward instead. Two fingers found her clit, swollen and slick, and started rubbing in circles, chasing the itch she couldn’t leave alone.

...

"Finally," Dover said, and turned in the chair.

His gaze landed on his wife first. Sweat had gathered along her hairline and at her temples, cheeks flushed.

"Are you alright?"

He stood.

Nothing looked wrong at first glance. Two people standing behind a chair. Then he noticed it: both Lana and Nyle were sweating. Other than that, it looked normal. Yet what he didn’t notice were the drops of fluid on the floor beneath her skirt.

"It’s hot in here," Lana said, a slightly nervous smile on her mouth.

Nyle wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and stayed calm, his eyes drifting from the laptop to the room around them.

Dover gave a small smile, satisfied with the logo. He pulled the pen drive from the laptop, dropped it into his bag, and slid three colorful pens into his shirt pocket.

"I’m going to get a haircut and print some photos. I’ll be right back," he said, already turning toward the hall.

"Honey, can you buy some groceries as well when you return?" Lana added, her smile was warm and practiced, the kind a wife used at the door.

"Sure."

"Nyle, can you help fix our sink? I think something’s stuck in the pipeline," she said, and flicked Nyle a wink so quick her husband never saw it.

"Let’s see what I can do, Ma’am," Nyle replied with a neutral expression.

With that, the three of them split. Nyle went toward the kitchen like a hired man with a job. Dover stepped out the front door, bag on his shoulder, and Lana followed just far enough to lock the door.

*Click!*

She crossed into the bedroom and put her face close to the glass. Outside, Dover walked the path, passed the gate, and turned down the street.

A sigh of relief loosened her shoulders, and the smile she had been wearing finally dropped, replaced by something mischievous.

She returned to the kitchen.

Nyle stood at the sink with a spoon in hand, arms resting on the rim like a man who had just finished a job.

"Ma’am, I’ve repaired the sink. That would be five ninety-nine for the quick service," he said, stepping closer.

Lana smiled and went along with the act, chin tipping up as if she were only a housewife in trouble.

"Oops, Sir. I don’t have that much money to pay you," she said, playful, almost innocent. "Is there any way I can pay?"

"There is..." said Nyle.

He yanked her skirt down her thighs and off her feet, exposing her bare legs, and threw it onto the dining table. Piece by piece he stripped the rest — her torn shirt off her shoulders, his own clothes after — until they were naked and pressed together in the kitchen heat.

His cock rubbed against her soft, warm thighs, leaving a wet smear, and his arms wrapped around her waist.

Their eyes locked.

"Ma’am, there’s another pipe that needs to be fixed," Nyle said, his warm breath spilling over her breast.

"Where?" she asked, already knowing.

He lifted her just enough, lined himself up, and pushed in.

*Schlick~*

"Mnh~ ahh..." she moaned with a satisfied smile.

Her pussy stretched around him, taking him inch by inch. The shape of his cock molded her from the inside, hot and tight, until there was no space left between them.

...

In the meantime.

Outside in the afternoon sun—

Dover was halfway to the bus stand when a realization hit him.

’Damn it, how did I forget to bring the documents? Great, I didn’t even save them in digital format!’ he muttered under his breath, stopping on the pavement before turning back toward the house.