Renji could feel his heart pounding against Miyako’s back. He could feel hers pounding too. She was definitely more terrified than he was.
Kenoji sat up on the bed and looked around, his eyes red and sleepy. ’That’s odd,’ he thought. He could swear that he heard his wife’s voice just a mont ago.
Down on the floor, the two remained skin tight to each other. The cold tiled floor felt chilling on Renji’s skin, his eyes narrowed with different thoughts.
The first was how to get out of this situation. The second ti was how to make sure Miyako didn’t panic.
Her eyes darted from left to right, wide and scared.
They heard the sound of feet touching the floor, and they saw Kenoji’s feet slip into his bed slippers.
"Miyako?"
Footsteps. Kenoji was coming their way.
Quickly, Renji rolled over and entered under the bed.
Miyako pulled her lace over body.
Kenoji shuffled closer, rubbing his eyes, hair sticking up. "Miyako?"
"Ugh... uhhh... nghh... feels... so... good."
He suddenly stopped at the sight before him, his brows raised. "Darling, what are you doing?"
"Mhm?"
Miyako looked over her shoulder, a surprised expression on her face. She was flat on the ground, both hands pressed flat in a plank position.
She took out the Bluetooth plugs in her ears and stood up, sweaty, flushed, lace nightgown clinging to every curve.
Her hair was wild, and her lips were swollen.
"Oh hey, husband. I didn’t an to wake you. I just... couldn’t sleep. So I decided to do so late-night workouts. You know ."
Kenoji yawned, smiled sleepily. "Always the workaholic. I’m proud to be married to a woman like you."
Miyako’s voice cracked with sha, her pussy getting wetter just from hearing that. "Th-thank you, honey. To make sure I don’t disturb you. Here, put these on," she grabbed noise-canceling earmuffs from the nightstand (ant for the shooting range), "I might go on for a while so... I don’t want my exercise to wake you."
Kenoji gave her a smile. "You care so much about , don’t you?"
Miyako nodded.
He obeyed without question. He took the muffs, wore them, kissed her cheek, and shuffled back to bed.
"Good night, hunny."
"Good night."
The mont he fell asleep again, Renji slid out from under the bed and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"Wasnt that cute?" he said. "An intimate mont between husband and wife. You’re really a depraved woman, Mrs. Endo. You told a teenage boy to hide under the bed while you lied to your husband."
His cock slid between her fat ass cheeks through the lace. She ground back slowly, biting her lip softly.
"And you already want to fuck him even after your husband’s kiss."
Miyako moaned. "I know I’m a bad wife. But I don’t know why I don’t care. I just want your young cock."
"Don’t feel bad," he whispered with a smile, nipping her earlobe. "You’re just following your female instincts. You need to be fucked properly. That’s all."
He pushed her face-first against the room wall right beside the bed where her husband slept.
"Please, fuck , Renji. Fuck like I’m your wife. Yours."
Renji chuckled. "Whatever you say, Mrs. Endo."
Then he slamd back in.
The fucking resud, harder, nastier.
He pounded her on the bed again, right beside her husband.
This ti with the earmuffs, they were louder than earlier. Miyako moaned into her husband’s face, tits pressed flat against the bed as Renji pumled into her.
He reached around and rubbed her clit in brutal circles while he drilled her.
"Stop holding back, Mrs. Endo," he said. "Stop feeling bad for him. Look at him in the face and tell him what you really think of him."
Miyako looked at the head of her husband, her eyes sad. "I love him..."
Renji spanked her hard. "Stop lying! Let it out," he growled in her ear. "All that frustration. Tell him. Tell your useless husband everything."
"Mhmm—" Miyako tried her best to hold it back, but her voice finally broke, tears and pleasure mixing.
"Ken, you can’t do anything right! You can’t bring in money, you can’t cook, you can’t clean, you can’t discipline Haru, and you can’t even fuck properly! It’s your job to take care of Haru since I’m always at work, and now, because of you, we have an incompetent son! It’s all your fault, Kenoji!"
Renji laughed darkly, pounding so hard her whole body jolted, ass rippling. "Louder, slut. Let him hear it in his dreams."
She sobbed and scread, face twisted in stupid, cross-eyed ecstasy, tongue lolling as another orgasm tore through her.
"It feels shoooooo goossshhhh."
Renji bent her over the foot of their marital bed, and railed her while staring at the sleeping man inches away.
He yanked her hair, forced her to look at Kenoji when she tried to look away. "I said tell him again."
"I’m sorry, Ken," Miyako moaned. "This 18 year old student, Renji fucks better than you ever could. His cock owns — ahhhh!"
He hamred until she was a drooling, shaking ss, then flipped her onto the carpet right beside the bed, legs over his shoulders again, and pounded straight down, balls slapping her asshole, watching her eyes roll white.
He pulled out, forced her onto all fours on the carpet, and took her doggy again, one foot on her head, pressing her face into the floor while he destroyed her from behind.
He cuffed her again and dragged her up. He sat on the edge of the bed (right beside sleeping Kenoji), and pulled her into his lap reverse cowgirl.
"Fucking ride , cop slut!"
"Yes, Renji, I’ll— Ngh!" She slamd her ass down on him. "I’ll ride you as much as you want."
Her cuffed hands flailed uselessly behind her as she bounced, ass cheeks clapping against his thighs, pussy making wet farting sounds with every drop.
He reached around and choked her lightly, thumb and fingers on her throat, feeling her pulse race.
They heard Kenoji snore, and Miyako looked down at her husband with disdain.
"How can you be sleeping when your wife is having her pussy turned into the shape of a boy’s cock?! You’re a horrible husband, Kenoji. Because of you I have a useless son, because of you I have a useless husband. Renji is the only man who can fuck right!"
Renji downturned his lips. ’Damn. I’ve really ruined her, haven’t I?’
He pinned her cuffed arms above her head with one hand, choked her with the other, and stared into her eyes as he emptied his balls deep inside her with a guttural roar, flooding her womb again.
They weren’t done. He uncuffed one wrist, re-cuffed her hands in front of her, then bent her over the dresser, made her watch herself in the mirror while he took her from behind again.
He forced her to spread her own ass cheeks with her cuffed hands, made her watch his cock disappear into her pussy over and over, made her describe out loud how much better he was than her husband.
Then he forced her on her knees to give him another round of that premium blowjob once again.
"Yes master, use my mouth as a fleshlight for your cock."
Miyako got down to her knees and was just about to take his cock in her mouth when they heard a voice:
"Mom...?"
They froze. Then glanced at the door.
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