Chapter 283 - 282 : He’s gone

Chapter 283: Chapter 282 : He’s gone

Exactly an hour passed...

*Creak...*

The door opened, and it showed Arielle in a... completely normal state...

"Eheh... d-did you wait long, husby...?" She staggered, adjusting her blouse.

"N-no, it’s fine... what have you done to make you that... uhmm, tired?" He couldn’t seem to find anything wrong with her body—her clothes were perfect and her hair was neatly arranged.

"N-not much... had to take 12 rounds... ehe..."

"What do you mean...?"

"N-nothing..." She walked to the kitchen and grabbed a glass bottle. The only thing keeping her from collapsing was the promise Owen had made.

She had to complete the task without crumbling. Yes, she must...

"S-sure... but what took you so long...? Is the bedroom that messed up?"

"*Gulp*... Ahh, not that... just had a bit of a problem with the, uhmm, bed... yes, the leg of the bed is unbalanced." The squirts she had made inside were not something an ordinary MILF could let out. The water helped her feel alive again.

"That’s troublesome..."

"That’s the reason you can sleep... ehe..." She sat on the sofa carefully... she was holding 12 trophies between her thighs, so she needed to tread carefully.

"Ahh... is that so? That’s why..." Now he understood her reasoning. It made sense.

"Yeah... hmm, can you tell me what you wanted again...?"

"A-ahh... I am ashamed to say it..."

"Is that so? Then let’s stop for now... I need to rest..." She didn’t have time for playing around.

"W-wait..." He had assumed she would persuade him. Alas, it was a disappointment.

"Hmm? Husby, I think we need to stop that for now... we are too old for that kind of thing... and we need to rest, too. I am tired of cleaning..." She looked annoyed, which made his heart ache. Was that how she normally treated him?

The answer was no... she used to be a pushover and bubbly... but now, she seemed so distant that it felt strange. As if he was being left out...

"O-okay..." He gave a curt nod. There was nothing else he could do.

"Then, please rest in your bedroom. I will call you when I am ready... is that fine?"

"Hm." He could only nod his head.

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"Wow... that was a good performance, Mom." Owen happily hugged her, playing with her breasts.

"Ahn... ahmm, just like what you said. ’Show him your cold personality so he stops...’" Arielle closed the door shut and lay down comfortably on the bed.

"Are you that desperate?"

"Ngn... yes... ahn..."

"Let me look at the trophies you’re holding. I need to rate your execution and the way you acted." Owen challenged her to hold the two condoms between her thighs... and sit comfortably without popping them.

If she made a mistake and popped one, Arielle would receive a punishment that would ban her for a whole week! No sex or anything... it was a brutal punishment, so she tried her best even though her body was spent.

"Here... ahn." Shifting her blouse, 12 bloated condoms could be seen hanging, filled with a large amount of cum in each one.

Arielle felt disappointed that she couldn’t drink it.

"Good... hehe, the words written aren’t bad. They really fit your slutty side." Owen had written words and drawn arrows on her thighs: "Cheating Pussy", "Loves Raw", and "Dick Enjoyer". Owen was making fun of her.

"Ngn... this is really embarrassing... but I like it..." She was giving in to his demands.

"That’s why you’re a slut. So, what’s the plan? Do you want to rest for now and leave that man?"

"Yes... I don’t care about him."

"So harsh... how could you do that...?"

"That’s not my fault... it’s yours." Arielle buried her face. It wasn’t her fault that his dick made her this way... right?

It was his fault entirely for molding her body to his and demanding to cum inside her. Now it was becoming even more troublesome.

"That’s what a cheating pussy says. Just accept it..."

"Ngn... how about I give you some motivation instead?"

"I’m curious. Spoil me."

"Ngn... it’s a surprise... how can I give you motivation if you already know? It won’t be enjoyable anymore if you know what I’m planning..."

"That’s true. H-how about we take a rest first? I’m sure you’ll have to deal with him again soon, and you know I won’t allow that."

"Yes... I won’t do that. So please forgive me..."

"I will. Show me your ass so I can see if it’s learning."

"Ngn... ahn... you said rest? Why are we doing this?" She was stumped. She was about to fall asleep, yet he was saying that.

"Sex *means* rest, Mom. Don’t act clueless and spread your ass. Let me see if you’re tight..."

"Ngn... you’ve been fucking me the whole time... I’m tired..."

"I can’t hear anything at all, Mom. Now let’s start the second session."

"Please, just give me a little time to sleep," Arielle pleaded softly. Her legs were shaking from the heavy stress of the earlier hours, and the friction of the latex trophies resting against her warm skin was almost unbearable. "My body is so sore... I can barely stand up, let alone move for another round."

Owen chuckled softly, ignoring her tired complaints completely. He placed his palms firmly against her lower back and applied downward pressure, forcing her to shift her posture into the exact position he demanded. "You brought this on yourself, Mom. You were the one who accepted the conditions of the deal, so you don’t get to choose when we stop. Now show me what you are holding."

Arielle let out a quiet sigh of defeat. She knew that trying to argue with him was completely useless. If she refused his commands now, he would follow through on his promise to ban her for an entire week. The mere thought of being ignored by him for seven whole days filled her with a strange, deep sense of panic. She slowly adjusted her position on the mattress, carefully keeping her inner thighs squeezed together so the twelve filled condoms would not slip out or burst under the sudden change in movement.

"Are they... are they all still intact?" she whispered nervously, looking back over her shoulder.

Owen leaned in close to inspect the small, bloated latex sacks resting between her legs. He reached out with one finger and poked at one of the smooth surfaces, watching the white liquid inside shift back and forth under the thin barrier. "Every single one is safe. Not a single leak. You actually managed to keep all twelve of them safe while walking out to the living room and talking to him."

"I was so terrified..." Arielle admitted, resting her cheek flat against the cool surface of the pillow. "Every time I took a step, I thought one of them would pop right in front of him. If he had seen what I was carrying, I don’t know what I would have done."

"He wouldn’t have done anything," Owen said with a dismissive shrug. "He is too foolish to notice what is happening right under his nose. He really believed your story about the broken bed leg."

"Because he trusts me," she muttered softly, her voice barely audible. "Or... at least he used to."

"Do you feel guilty about it?" Owen asked, his voice filled with a light, teasing tone as his fingers gently traced the bold dark marker ink he had written across her pale skin. He ran his thumb over the words ’Cheating Pussy’ and chuckled as her skin flushed a deep shade of crimson. "Look at this. You say you feel bad, but your heart is beating so fast just from reading these words on your body."

"It’s not like that..." Arielle protested weakly, though she made no effort to wipe the ink away or cover herself up. "It’s just embarrassing to hear you say those things out loud. I am supposed to be the adult here."

"You stopped acting like the adult a long time ago," Owen reminded her coldly. "An adult wouldn’t lie to her husband’s face just to stay in bed with someone else. You made your choice, Arielle. Now you have to deal with the consequences."

He leaned down and pressed his hand firmly against her back, keeping her pinned down against the bed sheets. She closed her eyes and let out a soft, trembling breath, accepting the fact that there would be no rest for her today. The exhaustion in her limbs was heavy, but the strange power he held over her was far stronger than her desire to sleep.

Meanwhile, sitting alone on the sofa in the quiet living room, her husband stared blankly at the blank television screen. The silence in the house felt heavy and uncomfortably cold. He placed his hands on his knees, staring down at the floor as he tried to process the odd interaction he had just experienced with his wife.

For years, Arielle had been gentle, soft-spoken, and deeply attentive to his every need. She would always offer a smile, ask about his day, and go out of her way to make sure he was comfortable. But today, the woman standing in front of him felt like a total stranger. Her eyes had lacked their usual warmth, her words were sharp and distant, and she had dismissed his presence without a second thought.

"Why is she acting like this?" he muttered to himself, rubbing his tired eyes with the back of his hand. "Did I do something wrong to make her angry?"

He thought back to the excuse she had given him about the unbalanced bed leg and the long time spent cleaning. It sounded reasonable on the surface, but something about her stiff demeanor felt wrong. She had seemed physically drained, yet intensely guarded, as if she were hiding a massive secret behind her tight smile.

He stood up slowly from the couch, taking a few quiet steps toward the hallway that led back to their shared bedroom. He stopped right outside the closed door, leaning his ear slightly closer to the wood to hear if she was truly getting the rest she claimed to need.

From inside the room, the faint sound of muffled whispers and slight rustling movements broke the silence. He raised his hand, reaching out to grasp the cold metal doorknob to check on her. But just as his fingers made contact with the handle, he hesitated.

He remembered the harsh, cold look in her eyes when she had told him to go rest in the other room. Pushing her right now might only make her retreat further away from him. He let go of the handle, took a step back, and let out a quiet, defeated sigh.

"I’ll just wait until she’s ready," he whispered to the empty hallway, turning around and walking back toward the guest room.

On the other side of the door, Arielle heard the sound of his footsteps slowly fading away down the carpeted corridor. She let out a long, heavy breath of relief, her whole body slumping down into the soft mattress as the tension finally left her shoulders.

"He’s gone," she whispered softly.

"Good," Owen said, pulling her attention back to him immediately. "Now that we won’t be interrupted, it’s time to see if you can keep your promise for the rest of the night."