Chapter 281 - 280: Only Yours

Chapter 281: Chapter 280: Only Yours

"Yes... look... that is the reason I let him sleep in the guest room. So that we can fuck like beasts... gluck... gluck..." Arielle let out a trail of saliva as she worked her mouth down the shaft, focusing her efforts on his balls, doing her absolute best to give him a proper, deep blowjob.

"Damn, I am sure he will become suspicious if you keep this up. Do you really want to mess things up?" Owen asked. They were currently immersed in the act inside her bedroom.

To the outside world, the room was meant for a married couple. Arielle had reasoned with her husband, telling him she needed to clean up first, while Owen was directed to his own space. As for the husband, he had been pushed aside and relegated to the guest room, left to wonder exactly what kind of situation he had walked into.

However, once the coast was clear, Arielle had knocked on Owen’s door and invited him into her room. That invitation had led directly to the current situation. Instead of cleaning the mess as she had claimed, she was now squatting on the floor, devoted to sucking his dick.

"Gluck... gluck... don’t worry... he won’t come... maybe..." She knew the man well, and a wicked, knowing smile played on her lips even as she worked.

"I wouldn’t actually mind if he knocked on the door right now," Owen chuckled. He leaned his body back, savoring every second of the sensation.

*Knock... knock...*

"Oh, speaking of the devil. Guess he is here," Owen chuckled. He hadn’t expected his words to manifest as reality so quickly.

"Gluck... gluck... I knew it," Arielle managed to say through the act.

"So, what do you want to do? Do we stop this now that it’s getting good, or do we just keep going?" Owen reached down, arranging her hair into a neat ponytail. She was truly gorgeous, and he found that he could never get tired of her, no matter how many times they did this.

Over time, Arielle had become a part of his life. It wasn’t just a physical attraction; it felt as though their souls were intertwined, which was a strange realization for a man who considered himself a mere fucker. That was why Arielle was his favorite. In the race of beauty and desire, she would undoubtedly be the number one MILF. There was no doubt about that in his mind.

’Heh, why am I thinking so much about this? I’m just fucking a MILF with a husband... well, it’s a waste of a good woman in some ways,’ he thought, shaking his head. Time would tell how this arrangement ended.

"Ahn... ahn... gluck... n-no, let’s continue..." Arielle stood up, clearly unhappy with the interruption, but she knew there was nothing she could do to make him leave. Instead, it was time for a different kind of pleasure. It was time for pussy fucking.

"Wifey? Are you there? Do you think we need to have a conversation?" The husband knocked on the door again, eager to enter.

"Yes, husby... Here, fuck me from the back... ahn..." Arielle whispered. The first part of her sentence was a response to her husband; the last part was a command to Owen, conveyed as she leaned against the door.

"Are you busy right now?" the husband asked from the hallway.

"Yes... I am busy here... I am working hard... ahn... ahn..." she responded, her voice trailing off into an erotic moan. Owen seized the opportunity, penetrating her from behind and pressing her face firmly against the wood of the door.

Thrust... thrust! Thrust!

"Ngn... ahn... yes... grind me... ah... fuck me harder... ahn... ahn!"

"Say that you love getting fucked hard while your husband is right there," Owen whispered, spanking her busty booty and sending a wave of flesh rippling through her body.

"Ngn... ahnn... ahn! Yes... ahn... b-but I can’t say it louder..."

"It’s fine, just say it... and don’t forget about him. He is waiting for your response," Owen teased.

"Ngn... yes... ahn... ahn... I love getting fucked hard while my husband is around... ahnn!"

"Good. But who is your husband now? The love of your life and pussy?" Owen pinned both of her hips behind, ramming into her while holding her head and waist firmly.

The position was perfect, and Arielle began to wet the floor beneath them.

"Is that so? Then is it hard for you? I can help if you want," the husband said from the other side, genuinely wanting to have a conversation with her. He felt the distance of their recent separation and wanted to reconnect.

"Ngn... ahn... agh... ahnn... n-no, it’s fine... don’t worry about me, husby... ahn... ah... I am working hard here..." she managed to gasp out. She was indeed working hard—just not in the way her husband imagined.

"Is that... so..."

"Yes... ahn... ah... so what do you want?" Arielle’s eyes were rolling back, and she was drooling in ecstasy.

"I just wanted to have a conversation with you... and you know, some stuff... I am sure you missed me so much... and the deeds that we usually do... hehe," the husband chuckled. He was thinking of the intimate things they usually did together, unaware that his wife was currently being claimed by another man inches away from him.

"Ahn... ahn... you can’t be joking like that, husby... we are too old for that... ahn... ah... and you know, it’s kind of embarrassing when our son is here... ahmmah!"

"Here... fucking my pussy bare... ahn... ahn... so I can’t allow that... hehe... ahn... ah..."

"You are really the worst mother, savoring my dick while having a conversation with him," Owen whispered. "So bold of you to act like this. Heh, I don’t mind that slutty side of yours, though."

"Ahn... ahn... I am only yours, so I am not being a slutty mom... ahn, ahn..." Arielle retorted, her voice trembling as she tried to defend herself against Owen’s teasing.

Owen had become a permanent fixture in her life, creating a complex, combined relationship between them that defied normal labels. He knew exactly how to push her buttons, and right now, he was enjoying her struggle.