Madam Natsumi Obata was intimately intertwined with a strange boy in her and her husband's bedroom, pressed close together in total, unreserved Intimate Contact.
In the throes of their desperate passion, her body gradually began to take his shape, little by little marked with Alex's imprint, and she was even starting to get used to the feeling of him climaxing inside her.
As for pregnancy, that thought was tossed aside in the midst of her pleasure… For a married woman who had been deprived of sex for years, it was like flipping a switch.
Once flipped, it couldn't be stopped.
Alex's young, vigorous body was like a poison that gradually addicted Madam Natsumi, making her obsessively unwilling to let go.
This continued until her husband returned.
"I'm home… Huh?" He noticed the unfamiliar shoes in the entrance and paused. "Did we have a visitor?"
His wife's shoes were placed beside a pair of unfamiliar men's sneakers, making him feel a flicker of suspicion. He took off his shoes and stepped inside. The living room was empty, and the lunch preparation in the kitchen was only half-finished.
He couldn't see his wife anywhere.
"Natsumi? Natsumi?"
A bad feeling gradually began to sprout in his heart. He frowned and walked upstairs. Just as he reached the top of the stairs, he saw his bedroom door open, and Madam Natsumi, dressed in a white nightgown, walked out.
Alex followed behind her.
"Honey, why are you home so early today?" The Madam glanced at the time. It was only a little past 2 PM.
Alex didn't say anything, smiling as he observed the cuckolded man with the green hat on his head—a portly middle-aged man who looked quite ordinary.
The Madam's cuckold husband was stunned.
"Natsumi, you…"
His wife's face was flushed, her eyes radiant, and she was absolutely stunningly beautiful. A look of satisfaction was etched between her brows. It proved that women were like flowers, only blossoming fully when watered.
Madam Natsumi was exactly like this now.
To be honest, seeing his wife like this immediately sparked the thought of being cheated on, even though the man behind her was just a boy, even around the same age as his daughter.
After all, his wife was alone at home with a strange boy, and in the bedroom, no less!
It was impossible not to jump to conclusions.
But what confused him was why Natsumi was so calm, asking him a question as if nothing had happened. Did I misinterpret the situation? Did I misunderstand my wife?
At that moment, the cuckold husband was lost in confusion.
"Natsumi, what… what were you doing just now? And who is he?"
"Just now? I was treating Alex. His name is Alex, and he's my savior~"
"Savior?"
Mr. Obata returned from working overtime and hadn't eaten yet. Madam Natsumi went downstairs and finished preparing the unfinished lunch, bringing it to the table.
The three of them sat at the table.
The seating arrangement was a bit strange. Mr. Obata, the man of the house, sat alone on one side, while his wife, Madam Natsumi, sat next to Alex, their bodies touching.
"So that's what happened?" Mr. Obata was shocked and furious to hear about his wife encountering a Pervert on the train. He sighed in relief when he heard she was fine.
"That was truly dangerous…"
"I was so scared, too. Fortunately, Alex saved me at that time," Madam Natsumi's lovely eyes were full of lust. She seemed not yet to have fully recovered from the passionate entanglement with Alex, her eyes glistening.
"So, I invited him home to sit down. Alex is my benefactor, so of course, I must treat him well to show my gratitude."
It all sounded true.
If that was the case, they should definitely thank him. But why were they in the bedroom just now? The husband really wanted to ask his wife what she and the boy were doing in the bedroom.
But before the words could leave his mouth, his eyes suddenly widened.
"Madam Natsumi is right. Although I don't mind, I can't refuse the Madam's sincere and passionate hospitality," Alex looked at the middle-aged man sitting opposite him, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curling up.
"Madam?"
Hearing Alex call her, Natsumi Obata immediately understood what he meant, and her pretty face flushed slightly. "Alex, you are too much… Wasn't what we did in the bedroom enough?"
What? What does that mean?
The moment Mr. Obata's mind stalled, he saw his wife actively leaning into Alex, grabbing his hand and placing it on her full Chest.
Wha—
Besides her usual blush and lustful look, Madam Natsumi showed a hint of shyness. After all, her husband was right in front of her. She was still a little embarrassed.
"Wait! Natsumi?! What are you doing?!"
Faced with her husband's startled outcry, the Madam looked puzzled. "Didn't I say Alex is my benefactor? Honey, I'm thanking him right now."
"Th-thanking him?"
"Yes, I thanked Alex in the bedroom just like this. What's so strange about it?" As she spoke, she pressed her full, delicate Chests against his body, simultaneously guiding his hand inside her clothes, letting out a soft moan.
"Honey, Alex is my savior. I must… I must do this to be more sincere, ugh~"
Sincerity? Thanking?
What is my wife talking about? What is she…
Mr. Obata buried his face in his hands, his face pale and full of disbelief, his pupils shaken. But soon, his shocked and angry expression gradually became strange, and he frowned in contemplation.
"You're… right," He mused for a moment, then nodded. "If it's a gesture of thanks, then it can't be helped."
"After all, Alex did help my wife, or else she would have encountered something terrible. I owe you greatly for this. It seems Natsumi's gratitude is indeed necessary."
Under the influence of Hypnosis, the cuckold husband regained his calm and even nodded in agreement.
"See?" Madam Natsumi smiled. "I knew you would support me, Honey."
"Of course. I'm not an ungrateful person. Alex, are you satisfied with my wife's gratitude and hospitality?"
"Satisfied, very satisfied. No hospitality is more satisfying than Madam Natsumi's," Alex slipped both hands inside her clothes, delicately fondling her smooth, soft, full Chests.
"Actually, it's not right for me to keep receiving Madam Natsumi's gifts and hospitality," Alex pulled out his hand. "I've considered it. As a guest, I must give a proper return gift."
"Madam Natsumi, what do you say?"
He extended his finger into the Madam's mouth, stirring it.
"Return gift?" Her voice was muffled by Alex's finger. "I don't really mind a return gift… But if Alex is sincere about giving one, I will gladly accept it. What do you say, Honey?"
"I think… you're both right. If it's a sincere return gift from Alex, Natsumi, you must accept it seriously," Mr. Obata nodded repeatedly.
He secretly observed his wife sucking Alex's finger, feeling a slight sense of dissonance, as well as annoyance and anger.
But thinking that this was merely a gesture of thanks, he suppressed his internal frustration.
Alex felt the soft tongue and her saliva and then glanced at the increasingly aroused Madam's face, his smile widening. He withdrew his finger. "In that case, Madam, stick out your tongue~"
"I will make you feel very good—"