The Woman Trapped in a Sexless Marriage - Chapter 14: Chapter 14
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His fingers brushed mine aside as he breathed, "Never seen anything more perfect. Tonight I'm going to worship her with my lips until I pass out..."
The intensity in his eyes was so at odds with his filthy words that I burst out laughing, despite my foggy-headed state.
"Seriously—so gorgeous. Plump, glistening, that perfect rosy pink..." His murmur made heat rush to my cheeks. Talking about my most private area like this should've felt ridiculous, but... well. My limited experience with my husband hadn't exactly made me an expert.
"Know what I really want?" His voice dropped lower. "I need to taste her."
Strong hands lifted my legs, sliding a pillow under my hips until I was shamelessly on display. The thrill of being positioned like this—by someone who wasn't my husband—had me moaning before he even touched me. I was already soaked.
His tongue painted a slow trail up my calves, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs before circling my hips. God, just get there already! The anticipation was torture.
When his mouth finally found its target—occasionally grazing me with teeth—I shattered instantly.
He pulled back with my wetness shining on his face.
After letting me recover for half a heartbeat, he dove back in with fingers joining the party.
"Ah—!"
Too much. My cries filled the room as another climax ripped through me.
I lost track of how many times he brought me to the edge before we even got to the main event. By the time he finally pushed inside, I was too wrecked to scream—just mindless pleasure radiating through every nerve.
We never changed positions. I could barely twitch, fingers scrabbling at his back as my body arched helplessly with every thrust.
Tears streaked my face. One more orgasm and I might've completely lost it.
Absolute madness.
Only later did I realize he'd come inside me. I should've been furious—pregnancy risk with my husband—but I just lay there boneless, letting him have his way.
"Should've brought a camera," he muttered afterward. "If men saw you like that, they'd ruin their pants jerking off to the memory."
We only did it twice that night, yet it lasted till sunrise. Maybe he was too big—or maybe that useless old man I called a husband hadn't stretched me properly. When he spotted blood, he froze. "You lying to me? You're really married?"
I admitted my husband's... performance issues. His grin turned wolfish as he covered me in kisses and possessive touches.
Afterward, I ached in places I didn't know could ache. Swore I'd never let him wreck me like that again.
Three days later, he invited me and some coworkers to karaoke after work. As the department's favorite "honorary member" (thanks to his charm and deep pockets), everyone knew him.
"Oh?" I whispered when no one was looking. "Getting clever now? Safety in numbers?" My eyes dropped pointedly south. "Guess that thing does have some brains after all—"
His hand pinched my nipple so fast I yelped, shooting panicked glances around the room.
"Disgusting old pervert!" In the karaoke booth, I planted myself as far from him as possible. The wounded puppy look he gave me was deeply satisfying.
The intensity in his eyes was so at odds with his filthy words that I burst out laughing, despite my foggy-headed state.
"Seriously—so gorgeous. Plump, glistening, that perfect rosy pink..." His murmur made heat rush to my cheeks. Talking about my most private area like this should've felt ridiculous, but... well. My limited experience with my husband hadn't exactly made me an expert.
"Know what I really want?" His voice dropped lower. "I need to taste her."
Strong hands lifted my legs, sliding a pillow under my hips until I was shamelessly on display. The thrill of being positioned like this—by someone who wasn't my husband—had me moaning before he even touched me. I was already soaked.
His tongue painted a slow trail up my calves, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs before circling my hips. God, just get there already! The anticipation was torture.
When his mouth finally found its target—occasionally grazing me with teeth—I shattered instantly.
He pulled back with my wetness shining on his face.
After letting me recover for half a heartbeat, he dove back in with fingers joining the party.
"Ah—!"
Too much. My cries filled the room as another climax ripped through me.
I lost track of how many times he brought me to the edge before we even got to the main event. By the time he finally pushed inside, I was too wrecked to scream—just mindless pleasure radiating through every nerve.
We never changed positions. I could barely twitch, fingers scrabbling at his back as my body arched helplessly with every thrust.
Tears streaked my face. One more orgasm and I might've completely lost it.
Absolute madness.
Only later did I realize he'd come inside me. I should've been furious—pregnancy risk with my husband—but I just lay there boneless, letting him have his way.
"Should've brought a camera," he muttered afterward. "If men saw you like that, they'd ruin their pants jerking off to the memory."
We only did it twice that night, yet it lasted till sunrise. Maybe he was too big—or maybe that useless old man I called a husband hadn't stretched me properly. When he spotted blood, he froze. "You lying to me? You're really married?"
I admitted my husband's... performance issues. His grin turned wolfish as he covered me in kisses and possessive touches.
Afterward, I ached in places I didn't know could ache. Swore I'd never let him wreck me like that again.
Three days later, he invited me and some coworkers to karaoke after work. As the department's favorite "honorary member" (thanks to his charm and deep pockets), everyone knew him.
"Oh?" I whispered when no one was looking. "Getting clever now? Safety in numbers?" My eyes dropped pointedly south. "Guess that thing does have some brains after all—"
His hand pinched my nipple so fast I yelped, shooting panicked glances around the room.
"Disgusting old pervert!" In the karaoke booth, I planted myself as far from him as possible. The wounded puppy look he gave me was deeply satisfying.
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