My Milf System

Chapter 397 - 397: 397. Disgusting? Absolutely not!

Another serving of oil, and Loona's hands slithered onto the handsome security guard's chest, swirling through his thick chest hair.She started with his pecs, her fingers teasing his nipples in slow circles before migrating down to his abdomen. She made long, patient strokes all the way down his stomach, her fingertips stopping right as they reached his dark pubic hair.

I inhaled sharply, watching just how close she was teasing him, watching his cock twitch with every near-miss. Would she finally grasp it, stroke it, and bring him to an explosive orgasm right before my eyes? I began drooling with anticipation.

She reached down further than before, framing her hands on either side of his shaft. Then, she lowered her upper body until those massive breasts rested comfortably right over his face, about to completely smother him. If her tits were telescopes, he'd be staring straight at Mars.

I could only gawk as Loona gave this boy a sensation she had likely never given her own husband. It was so fucking hot just thinking about the betrayal.

If Josh were to walk in right now, how would he react? Would he show me that shattered, broken expression of a thoroughly cuckolded man I'd been craving to see all these years? My pupils dilated at the thought.

My left hand trembled violently around my phone. The sheer, overwhelming urge to call Josh and invite him to witness his own cuckoldry was nearly too much to resist.

But if he came now, he'd ruin this once-in-a-lifetime show before it even reached its climax. I had to wait a little longer. I had to savor this.

I watched as the housewife Loona straightened herself and moved onto Asher-kun's arms. She sat on the table next to his head, as though she were his girlfriend or something. With one hand, she stroked his arms, while the other held his hand and invited it to her own chest, his palm cupping her right breast. He squeezed them, clearly enjoying the sensation. He massaged her breast slowly. His cock began to rise, pulsating as it grew bigger and thicker, no longer that tiny innocent thing l saw moments ago.

Loona let out a soft moan. "Master..."

She was calling him master now? How deliciously submissive. She offered a gentle, token chiding, but did absolutely nothing to stop his touch. "Do you want to see them?" she whispered.

"Yeah..."

She released his arm and stood up. I stared, eyes unblinking, as Loona pulled the top of her short dress down. Her braless breasts spilled free, even larger and heavier than I had first guessed—plump, pendulous, with thick, hard brown nipples. Asher's gaze was utterly fixated.

She grinned, deliberately moving to the other side of the table to massage his other arm, blocking my direct view of his hands. But from her little squeaks and sharp moans, and the way Asher-kun's cock was now a rock-hard, angry rod, it was obvious what was happening. The security boy was greedily groping this married woman's tits, rubbing her breasts like her husband didn't even exist.

"Your boobs are perfect. I love them," Asher-kun growled, his raw compliment hitting me with a sudden surge of lust. Oh, how I wished this young man was some ugly old bastard; I would have pushed the door wide open and begged to join their scandalous infidelity.

I reached into my panties. I couldn't believe how soaked my pussy was. I slipped a finger between my smooth, soft lips and stroked up and down, teasing my clit, stifling any moans that would reveal me and end my wonderful, private show.

Finally, Loona stepped toward the foot of the table. She crawled onto it, kneeling right between his thighs, placing a hand on each of them.

Asher-kun stared hungrily at her bare chest as she caressed his inner thighs, her hands sliding deliberately past his engorged manhood. She stroked his stomach, his hips, his legs, her arms dancing entirely around his body, torturing him by ignoring his clear desperation. Her wrists accidentally brushed against his cock from time to time as if she didn't even notice it, cruelly refusing to give him the relief he desperately needed.

My slick fingers rubbed my clit, my other hand squeezing my pebble-hard nipple as I stared, utterly entranced. How could she resist the urge to just stroke him? To take him into her mouth and feel him explode between her lips?

At last, her hands drew close to the prize. They dived down between his thighs, and Asher let out a low groan. She was fondling his heavy balls. One hand emerged, her nails lightly grazing the entire length of that thick, girthy shaft. It trembled, desperately ready to cum.

"Feeling any better yet? Should I continue?" Loona whispered.

"Yes," he managed to gasp. It took me a fraction of a second to realize I had whispered the exact same thing.

Her hand firmly grasped his shaft, slowly pumping it up and down as it glistened with the oil. My fingers dove deep inside myself, penetrating my own hot, dripping cunt. I was crouched, balancing precariously on my feet with my legs spread wide, a blistering heat consuming my core.

I watched Loona stroke the guard's cock, heard him grunt and groan, and saw her smirk, thoroughly amused by his helpless, unrefined reactions.

"Your cock is very handsome. You're so much bigger and thicker than my husband. Does this feel good?" Asher-kun could only nod frantically. "Good," she replied, her hand moving with torturous slowness.

She would give him a stroke or two, release him, glide her fingertips around his shaft and head, and then return her grip just to repeat the agonizing process.

Asher's hands gripped the edges of the table, his hips bucking forcefully, trying to steal just one moment of a proper handjob out of Loona before she withdrew her hand again. A precarious bead of precum sparkled under the light at the very tip of his dick's bulbous heead.

A moan emerged from his lips. My fingers pumped harder and faster. I had no idea Loona, my innocent looking neighbor was such a sadist. Where did she learn to torture a man this well? Or was she doing it because she loved this security guard so much more than her own husband, feeling completely uninhibited around him?

"Are you cumming already?" she teased. "So soon? Can't you last any longer?" He shook his head frantically. The lad seemed to have plenty of stamina, but she had broken him.

"Oh, alright," she murmured. She pulled her hair back over her shoulder and bent down.

My jaw literally dropped as I watched this boy's massive cock vanish entirely between her wet, red lips, her hands anchoring firmly on his thighs.

She moaned around his cock in pure delight. I could only imagine how incredible it felt for the lad to throb inside her mouth. My knees went entirely weak. I had to brace my shoulder against the doorframe so I wouldn't fall forward, open the door, and get busted.

My swollen lips were dripping wet, the pressure inside my cunt concentrating into a tight, explosive knot. I needed something thick inside me. My dildo was resting on the floor right beside me, but if I dared use it now, I knew I'd scream. So I kept my fingers working furiously as I heard Asher-kun moan loudly, "I'm cumming!"

His entire body quivered and shook. Loona's lips stayed wrapped tight around his shaft as he grunted through his orgasm, his cum gushing into her throat, hidden from sight. I made sure to catch every single second of it on my phone camera, even though the video was bound to be unsteady with how violently I was shaking with need myself.

My own body couldn't hold out for another second. I jammed my wrist into my mouth, biting down hard to stop myself from crying out as I succumbed to the most violent orgasm of my life, watching my neighbor paint her marriage canvas with another man's seed. I shivered, waves of pure ecstasy flooding through me.

I stopped the recording, curling into a helpless ball on the floor as my pussy flooded my fingers. Slowly, the intense pleasure subsided, and I regained control of my breathing.

I crouched back up, peering through the crack once more. Loona still had Asher-kun's cock in her mouth, but as I watched, she slowly raised her head, a thick string of saliva linking her lips to his satiated, wilting member.

She looked down at the fruits of her labor and smirked, wiping her mouth clean with the back of her hand. Another man's cum now sat inside her stomach. She'd carry a part of him inside her all day long, and eventually, she'd kiss her husband with the exact same mouth that had swallowed another man's seed. Disgusting? Absolutely not. Nothing on earth could be hotter than that. Its every NTR driven woman like myself's dream. And Loona was living it.

"That... that was incredible, Loona," Asher stammered, his voice raw. "You're amazing, as always."

"I know," she replied smoothly. "And you're just as amazing as I remember. You're still this hard, huh?"

And she wasn't lying. The lad had just reached a massive orgasm, yet his shaft was already bouncing back, concrete-hard as if he hadn't even cum yet. What incredible, animalistic stamina.

Loona sensually took off the rest of her dress, and l noticed the sexy bitch wasn't even wearing any panties. She climbed onto the table, crawling between his legs until she balanced one hand on his chest. Then, she reached down for his cock with her other hand—the one proudly wearing her wedding ring.

She locked eyes with him, leaning down to kiss him deeply while she rubbed her extremely wet, dripping pussy lips directly against his hard cock.

'Oh, god, she's about to ride him. I have to film this too.'

Even though my limbs were still trembling and weak from my orgasm, I summoned every ounce of my strength to steady my phone, angling the camera to capture the beautiful, adulterous collision.

To be continued...