Chapter 280 - 279: Then Please Take Care Of This

Chapter 280: Chapter 279: Then Please Take Care Of This

"Yes... okay..." she nodded her head, pressing her thighs together tightly to keep her balance.

She had just squirted like a slut right in front of the man who had just arrived! And right in front of him, no less. The timing was reckless, almost as if she wanted to be caught, but the adrenaline of the risk was what made it feel so electric.

"Then please take care of this... you need to keep your pussy intact, or else he might get suspicious," Owen whispered urgently into her ear. He leaned in close, his breath warm against her skin, as he slowly picked up the tray of food they had prepared.

"I know... now go, he might notice that I am shaking," Arielle replied, her voice trembling slightly. She looked at her husband and forced a smile, a mask of innocence to cover the chaos happening beneath her clothes.

"Heh, it’s much better this way, though," Owen chuckled softly, a spark of mischief in his eyes. He enjoyed the danger of it, the way they were dancing around the truth right under the man’s nose.

"Stop... we need to prepare more..." She wiggled her hips, feeling the lingering warmth between her legs. She reached out and grabbed a tissue from the kitchen counter to wipe herself clean as best she could. Thankfully, she was wearing a long blouse, which acted as a shield, keeping her clothes from getting soaked and revealing her secret to the world.

Arielle looked down and saw a pool of her warm, sticky juices on the floor. There was nothing she could do about it now—Owen was just too good, too powerful in his movements, and she had been too weak to resist him.

"Here, Dad. I am sure you will like the dish we prepared. It was made with love, after all," Owen said as he sat down at the table and offered the food to the man.

"Ah, nothing really beats a home-cooked meal," the man replied, smiling warmly. He didn’t suspect a thing. He saw a loving son and a devoted wife, unaware that the air in the room was thick with the scent of their secret encounter. Everything was totally fine—yes, definitely.

"So, did you buy anything for me, Dad?" Owen smiled, hinting at a special gift. He wanted to see if the man had followed through with the arrangement.

"Haha, you cheeky boy. I did. You can look at them later. I’m sure you’ll like it," the man answered. He had expected the request, so he didn’t find Owen’s teasing strange at all.

"What about me, dear? Any special gift for me?" Arielle sat down by Owen’s side, her eyes wide with high expectations. There was one specific thing she wanted—yes, the hundred boxes!

She remembered the conversation clearly. Collecting those boxes as soon as possible was important, because she wanted to use all of them within a single week. The sheer volume of them was a thrill, a symbol of how much pleasure she intended to extract from the situation.

’Heh... I hope he kept his word...’ She already imagined the scene of her collection—used condoms scattered all over her body, especially on her thighs, while she flashed a peace sign and an addicted smile while the man looked on. The thought of it made her heart race.

There was no better gift than showing off her pussy, creampied by his own son. Yes, absolutely. A complete betrayal through and through, wrapped in a bow of domestic bliss.

"Yes... don’t worry, I prepared everything. Just like you asked," the man winked at her, hinting that he had done his best to buy those items.

"Thank you, husband, I really love you," Arielle smiled, leaning closer to Owen. Under the table, Owen began fondling her ass again, his fingers tracing the curves of her body. She didn’t mind at all; in fact, she craved it.

A single orgasm wasn’t enough to satisfy her. She wanted more, and she wanted it now.

"Ah, I forgot to mention. You can’t use the master bedroom, husband," she said, her voice sounding mock-pitying.

"What do you mean?" He was surprised. Did something happen? Was there a leak or a broken piece of furniture?

"Ah, because of a few things here and there... so you’ll have to use the guest room for now. And also..."

"What?" The man looked at her with growing worry.

"I am also worried, so I think it’s best if we don’t sleep together in the same bed for the moment," she said, glancing at Owen for just a second.

There was no need to play coy anymore. Owen would fuck her silly while the husband was resting in the other room. And what could be a better place for that to happen? Well... his own room! The irony was delicious.

The man was speechless, not knowing what to say. He felt a sudden chill, a sense of displacement in his own home.

"Don’t worry, husband, it will be fine. Maybe in the next few days. But first, I need some time to myself."

"O-okay..." The man couldn’t process a single thought. What the actual fuck was happening? It felt like he was an outcast in his own house, a stranger in his own sanctuary.

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The man lay on the bed in the guest room, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what was going on. Arielle had said she needed to clean the master bedroom first, which was why he wasn’t allowed to enter. It seemed like a strange excuse, but he trusted her.

She had already collected a hundred boxes of condoms for some unknown reason. He assumed it was for a surprise session for the two of them. He had even brought an extra one and tried out the size.

Unfortunately, his dick was too small to fit, so using that condom was hopeless. Now, he was just left wondering what on earth was going on.

"No... Wifey said she needed some time. Maybe we’ll do it tomorrow after I get some rest," he whispered to himself, shaking his head. There was no way she was sucking a huge dick right now... right?

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Guck... guck... guck...

"Ah, fuck... you went straight for the deep throat, Mom. How are you supposed to make any reasonable excuse now after what you just told him?" Owen grabbed her head, shoving it deeper, savoring the sight of her submission.

"I am... a planner... don’t you think it would be too weird if we played it safe anymore?" she managed to gasp, her voice muffled. She gave him a full, deep blowjob, dragging even his balls into it, reveling in the betrayal.

"Damn... do you want to show him that I’m fucking you right now?"