Novel Full Chapter 413: Showtime For The Husband
Chapter 413: Showtime For The Husband
On the adjacent balcony, Siobhan was pressed against the frosted glass partition, her palms flat on the cool surface, breasts heaving as she tried to feel every vibration coming from the other side.
Each powerful thrust sending faint but unmistakable shocks through the partition.
She could almost imagine the force, the depth, the raw dominance behind every stroke.
The loud, broken screams of pleasure from the woman next door — “Ahh—! Sir…! Harder—!” — pierced her like arrows.
Jealousy burned hot in her chest.
’How good she must be feeling to be screaming like that…’ Siobhan thought, her thighs slick and trembling with raw envy. She had never felt this jealous in her life.
That woman was getting ruined in exactly the way Siobhan had always secretly imagined herself being taken… raw, deep, and completely dominated.
Her own pussy clenched hard and ached with unbearable need. Her thighs shook uncontrollably. Her eyes were reddened, glassy with frustration and lust as she turned toward Howard beside her.
“Please… fuck me too, darling,” she whispered desperately. “I can’t take it anymore… I want it. I need it like that.”
She reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it frantically. But something felt wrong… he wasn’t even fully hard.
“What happened?” she asked, looking up at him with confusion and frustration in her eyes.
She noticed the strange conflict in his gaze… a mix of arousal and deep unease. He was battling something inside, unable to fully enjoy the moment.
Howard looked at her eager, desperate face for a moment, then shook his head slowly.
“We can’t…” he muttered, lost in his own turmoil.
’Why not just call her and make sure… let these weird feelings go away…’ Howard decided. It was the only way to calm his racing mind.
“I… I need to go inside for a moment,” he said, voice tight. “I’ll be right back.”
Siobhan watched him disappear into the suite with a deep frown on her face. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving her alone on the balcony.
“Pathetic,” she said bitterly. “Such a useless man!”
Her body was still throbbing with unmet need, her pussy aching and dripping from the second-hand pleasure she had stolen through the glass.
The fire between her legs refused to die down… if anything, it burned even hotter now.
With a frustrated exhale, Siobhan pressed herself harder against the frosted glass partition. Her full breasts flattened against the cool surface, nipples stiff and sensitive.
She closed her eyes, desperately chasing the vibrations and sounds coming from the other side, trying to feel every powerful thrust he was giving that lucky woman.
The faint but powerful vibrations of Alex’s relentless thrusts traveled through the divider, each deep slam sending tiny shocks straight to her aching core.
Suddenly, Heena’s voice rang out loud and broken.
“Ahhh—! Sir—!! I’m cumming—!!”
The raw, shameless scream of pure ecstasy pierced the night air. Siobhan’s breath hitched sharply. Her thighs trembled as she felt every pulse of the other woman’s orgasm through the glass… the desperate clenching, the violent shaking, the wet, gushing release.
Her own breathing quickened in perfect sync with the women’s whimpering moans. A hot, helpless wave crashed through Siobhan without warning.
Her pussy clenched hard and she came too, biting her lip to stifle a moan as fresh wetness soaked her already ruined panties and trickled down her thighs.
She stayed pressed against the glass, panting, eyes still closed, riding the aftershocks of her stolen orgasm.
In that moment, the truth settled deep inside her like a brand.
Howard could never satisfy the fire burning between her legs. Only the man next door… the one making that woman scream like a whore… could give her what she craved.
She looked back at the balcony door through which Howard had disappeared, a slow, knowing smirk curving her lips.
’Don’t blame me,’ she thought, eyes dark with determination. ’It’s you who isn’t man enough.’
She took a deep breath, a clear spark of hope and hunger shining in her eyes. Then, unable to hold back any longer, she called out toward the other balcony.
“How was it, ma’am?” Her voice sweet yet thick with envy and arousal. “Being open about what you want for the first time?”
Siobhan waited, heart pounding with nervous impatience. The silence stretched for a few seconds before Heena’s hoarse, trembling voice finally drifted over the partition.
“So… good…” she gasped, barely able to form the words. “I’ve never… felt anything like that.”
A soft, delighted laugh escaped Siobhan’s lips, clearly pleased.
“Didn’t I tell you?” she called back, her voice sweet but laced with envy and a hint of begging for validation. “You should never think too much in these moments. Just enjoy to your heart’s content. Let yourself go completely.”
She bit her lower lip, thighs pressing together tightly as fresh heat flooded her core.
“You sound so beautiful when you let go, ma’am…” she continued, growing bolder. “I wish I could see how perfectly he’s ruining you right now.”
Her breathing quickened. She leaned even closer to the glass, voice turning breathy and impressed.
“But you were really brutal, Sir,” Siobhan added, almost moaning the words. “Even I could feel those thrusts from here… God, the way you’re pounding her… it’s making me so wet just listening.”
Alex let out a low, amused laugh that carried clearly over the partition.
This side of the glass, his voice turned darker, teasing. “You sound pretty desperate over there, sweetheart. Weren’t you pretty loyal to your dear husband just a while ago?”
“Who cared about a pathetic man who just left his wife in the presence of another man like a loser?” Siobhan said in contempt.
“Look like he wants to see how you fuck me, Sir…” She said breathlessly, her voice carrying over the glass with surprising boldness.
Alex laughed even harder, deep and rich, clearly delighted by her sudden dirty mouth.
Heena’s eyes widened at the bold exchange, a sharp flash of jealous heat twisting in her stomach.
’This bitch, eyeing my man again. ’
But instead of anger, it only made her pussy clench harder around Alex’s thick cock. She was breathing heavily, cheeks flushed, caught between possessiveness and a dark, thrilling excitement.
“You can come… but you have to bring your husband too,” Heena said, her tone commanding and wicked. “You know how much he enjoy fucking a woman right in front of her husband.”
The words left her lips with surprising ease. A dark thrill ran through her body as she said them.
Alex gave her ass a firm, loud slap that echoed across both balconies.
’Smack!’
“You’re beginning to become even more dirty, Professor,” he growled against her ear, voice full of dark approval. “I like it.”
Heena moaned at the sting, pushing back onto his thick cock with shameless need.
On the other side of the partition, Siobhan’s lips curved into a satisfied, hungry smile. She had succeeded. The shy, proper wife was finally breaking open.
“No problem, ma’am,” Siobhan replied, her voice sweet but dripping with excitement. “He too needs to see clearly… how to fuck his wife like a real man should.”