Chapter 40: You Feels Better Than My Husband…

Chapter 40: 40: You Feels Better Than My Husband...

"..."

"Wh-what is it?"

When I went still, Hana cautiously lifted her head.

"Nothing."

The apartment remained silent when I looked toward the bedroom.

Only when I moved my hips did a wet sound come from us.

Squelch.

"Mm..."

Hana’s cry had startled me.

Honestly, it had been loud enough that Barry should have woken up.

Hmm.

I pushed into her again.

Squelch.

"Ah...♡"

Well, it was probably fine.

I slowly resumed moving my hips.

Hana knew she’d been too loud and worked desperately to cover her mouth.

If he still hadn’t awakened, he must truly be sleeping deeply.

In that case...

"Mm...?"

"Don’t make noise. Move slowly."

I made Hana release the counter she’d been holding.

With my hands on her waist, I gently turned her toward the kitchen exit.

"Mm...? Ed...?"

"Move slowly."

She shook her head.

Had she realized what I intended?

She silently told me no.

But I knew how to handle Hana.

"Move."

"Mm...♡"

The instant I gave the order, her pussy clenched tightly around me.

She still loved an overbearing man.

Hana slowly put one foot forward.

I moved with her.

Her pussy dragged around my cock as we walked, and the sensation was surprisingly good.

"Go to the living room. Slowly."

"Mm...!"

"Go."

I thrust sharply into her as I ordered her.

Unable to resist any longer, Hana moved. Her steps were tiny—barely half a stride each.

Still, she carefully carried her trembling feet forward.

I followed behind her out of the kitchen.

It felt almost like a children’s game.

Each step shifted her inner walls around my cock, squeezing me in a new way.

Drops of her arousal fell onto the floor behind us.

"This way."

"Mmm..."

She nodded and obediently followed the direction I indicated.

The living room was perfectly ordinary.

A small sofa suitable for a couple. A modern television.

Even one of those rugs common in contemporary apartments.

I led Hana to it and sat down on the sofa.

"Mm...!"

She came down with me.

I thought this position was called the seated rear entry.

It looked as though Hana was sitting on my lap to watch television.

Except she wasn’t merely on my lap. My cock remained buried inside her.

"Move by yourself."

"Wh-what? By myself...?"

"Move your hips."

After giving the order, I put both hands behind my head to show I had no intention of helping.

Let’s see how well Hana can do this.

"Mm...!"

"Move slowly."

"Yes... Mm..."

Squelch Squelch Squelch.

Her movements weren’t fast or violent.

Hana slowly rocked her hips on her own.

It couldn’t be easy with my cock inside her.

She bit down on her lip, worked to balance herself, and began lifting and dropping her hips.

Her ass slapped down against me.

Even though I wasn’t the one moving, being served like this had its own appeal.

I should make Selena do it sometime too.

"You and your soon to be husband spend a lot of time on this sofa, don’t you?"

"Mmm... Y-yes..."

"And now you’ve brought another man here and you’re riding him yourself."

She shook her head in denial.

What was the point? It was true.

Hana found her rhythm and moved without any sign of stopping. Her hips struck down harder and faster.

While she worked, my gaze fell on a framed photograph beside the sofa.

I laughed under my breath.

"Well, what do we have here? A picture?"

"Mm...! W-wait, that’s...!"

"Let’s see."

It showed Barry and Hana standing side by side. A studio portrait, perhaps.

Barry looked absurdly proud while Hana leaned against him.

The bastard had an arm around her shoulders as if he had any right to look confident after coming from rubbing against her ass.

"Heh. This is nice. Let’s put it here."

"Ah...!"

I set the frame beside Hana while she continued riding me.

"Your husband’s handsome, isn’t he?"

"Mm..."

"No?"

"Y-you... Ed is more..."

Embarrassed by her own words, Hana covered her face.

Did she mean it?

I couldn’t tell.

Maybe the fact that I was the man fucking her had blinded her.

"Keep moving while your husband watches."

"Mm...♡"

Hana worked her hips harder.

I was beginning to approach my limit too.

I caught her waist.

"Apologize to your husband! Tell him you’re sorry for having sex with me!"

"I’m sorry...!"

Thwack Thwack Thwack.

Her hips slammed down repeatedly.

"I’m sorry, Barry...! I’m sorry I called another man here... and had sex...!"

"You invited another man behind your husband’s back. What kind of wife does that?"

"I shouldn’t... I know I shouldn’t...♡ But I couldn’t stop thinking about Ed’s cock...!"

Hana covered her face with both hands as though making a confession.

"Whenever you were gone... I kept masturbating...!"

"I like that confession."

I gripped Hana’s waist and drove upward in a final burst.

"No... I can’t... My voice is coming out... I’m going to moan too loudly...♡"

"I’m coming inside you, Hana...!"

Splurt-Splurttt-Spluuurrrrrt!

I thrust my cock as deep as it could go and came inside her pussy again.

Still seated, I held her down with the head pressed against her womb and emptied myself in thick pulses.

"Mm...!"

"Your voice."

"Y-yes... I can’t... I can’t hold it in...!"

Hana trembled all over, openly expressing her pleasure.

The sight was so lovely that I stroked her hair.

"Haah..."

Only after I finished did I collapse back against the sofa.

Hana fell against me too, panting and moaning.

"Haah... Haah..."

"He didn’t wake up, did he?"

"Probably... not?"

We had done it in the living room, much closer to the bedroom.

Still no sound from inside.

Hmm.

Good. Then...

I pushed into her again.

"Mm...!"

"We can do more, can’t we?"

Hana glanced nervously toward the bedroom.

Then she reached over and laid the framed photograph face down on the table.

"Yes...♡ Please do more.♡"

***

Ring-ring-ring. Ring-ring-ring.

7:40 a.m.

Barry woke to his alarm.

He had slept deeply for once and felt refreshed.

"Baby?"

He pulled back the blanket, but Hana wasn’t beside him.

She must have gotten up first.

"Yaaawn."

When he opened the bedroom door, Hana was preparing breakfast as usual.

"Ah! You’re awake? Breakfast will be ready soon, so wait a little."

"Sure... I’m going to the bathroom."

As Barry turned away, he noticed a plastic bag on the dining table.

"What’s this?"

"Hm? Ah...! Th-that!"

It was a convenience-store bag.

Hana hurried over in alarm.

"Why? What’s in it?"

"W-wait. That’s..."

"What is this?"

He looked inside and found condoms.

Hana’s face froze.

"..."

"Ah~ You want me to do it again today?"

"What?"

"You bought these because you want sex? We don’t need them. We should start trying for a baby, shouldn’t we?"

He assumed they were for him and spoke as though it were nothing.

"Ah... R-right. Yes!"

"What? Weren’t they for me?"

"They were! Yes, I bought them for you... Yes..."

"Why condoms all of a sudden? You never buy these."

"Well... I thought it might make things feel different..."

"Hmm."

Barry tilted his head.

Make things feel different?

Hana?

She wasn’t usually like this.

She was so docile.

Something felt a little strange, but he dismissed it.

Hana was a tame sheep under his control.

She was hopelessly in love with him.

This was probably the greatest rebellion she could manage.

"You always waste money on pointless things. Put them away. I’ll use one on you later."

"M-mm. Okay."

Barry tossed the bag aside and started toward the bathroom.

Then he stopped and turned toward the living room.

"What’s this doing here?"

A framed photograph was lying face down on the floor.

He picked it up.

It was the studio portrait of him and Hana.

"Hana."

"M-mm?"

"I told you to take care of things like this. Why is it on the floor?"

"Ah... I must have moved it while cleaning and forgotten..."

"Honestly, you’re so absentminded. You’d be lost if I didn’t take care of you."

Barry returned the frame to its place.

"Sorry..."

"Manage the house properly. Don’t make me worry about things first thing in the morning."

"Okay..."

Hearing her timid reply, Barry went into the bathroom.

There was a strange smell in there too, but he decided not to mention it. Hana might cry if he criticized everything.

She was a little slow, but she was still his woman.

He could train her properly.

Then he could go to work and spend another day tormenting Ed.

Barry’s perfect, stress-free morning had begun.