Chapter 52: 19. My Wife Won't Let Me Go - 2

Isabelle's hot breath brushed against my ear.

Just as I wanted Isabelle, I could feel that Isabelle wanted me too.

So this was what being husband and wife meant.

They say married couples grow alike. Isabelle has gone into heat because of me too.

I decided there was no longer any reason for unnecessary restraint.

We wanted each other this badly, so was there any need to hide our true selves?

"Honey, please fuck me already."

Her words were the fuse.

I resolved to pour every last one of my desires into Isabelle.

"I'm putting it in."

"Yes♥"

The moment Isabelle answered, I moved my hips and thrust my cock into my wife's pussy.

The sensation of my thick, hard cock piercing her tight pussy made my hips move on their own.

"Nngh! I-it's inside."

Isabelle spoke as she squeezed her pussy tightly around me.

As her beautiful moans reached my ears, my cock swelled even harder.

"I-it got bigger!"

Startled, Isabelle clung tightly around my neck with both arms.

Apparently, I was more dependable to her than the wall of this shabby warehouse.

Her head will hit the wall and hurt like this...

Fortunately, Isabelle seemed quite flexible, because that position did not appear to make her uncomfortable.

I only needed to put in a little more effort.

Since Isabelle is putting in effort with her pussy.

Isabelle's pussy was difficult to define in a single word.

I had been with several women, but Isabelle's pussy felt as though it had been made to fit me perfectly.

Perhaps because of that, when I had sex with Isabelle, there was a sensation of sliding all the way in without any resistance.

It felt as if her pussy had been prepared for me from the very beginning.

So this was why everyone said sexual compatibility was important for married couples.

"Nngh, h-honeyyy!"

And Isabelle felt the same way.

Even with my cock merely inside her, Isabelle was reaching orgasm.

"Did that feel good?"

"Nnh♥ I-it felt so good."

The sight of Isabelle answering so shyly made my hips move on their own.

Squelch, squelch.

I swayed my hips from side to side, stirring up her pussy.

True to a pussy that fit me perfectly, I could feel her vaginal folds clinging to my cock.

Before long, I gently pressed against her cervix with the head of my cock.

Tremble, tremble.

"Nngh!"

Isabelle's legs shook.

Love juice poured from her pussy and soiled my thighs.

Normally, Isabelle would have been terribly embarrassed and apologized, but the Isabelle of now had no room for that.

"Nngh! Ah! Nngh!"

She was too busy puckering her lips and crying out with the lewd moans of a female in heat.

So fucking hot.

Her face plainly showed the expression of someone who had come with her pussy.

Knowing that I had made my wife like this filled me with a strange sense of pride.

"Nngh! I-it's good! I love your cock, honey!"

"You like it that much?"

"Yeees—!!"

Twitch, twitch.

Isabelle's ass spasmed as if she felt wonderful.

As a result, her vaginal folds squeezed my cock hard.

"Honey! Honeyyy! I'm, I'm coming! I'm comingggg!!!"

As Isabelle reached her peak, she pulled my head even tighter against her.

"Ngh!"

I too was just beginning to buck my hips with the urge to cum.

Then Isabelle whispered into my ear.

"I love you♥"

At her sweet voice, I released the cum I had been holding back.

At the same time, Isabelle kissed me.

It was the moment we pressed tightly together above and below at once.

Spurt! Spurt! Spurrrt!

The semen shooting out powerfully filled Isabelle's womb in an instant, then overflowed and ran down her thighs.

Fuck.

My hips trembled on their own.

I had come so much that my mind was reeling, and with her pussy still squeezing me, it felt like my cock would be ripped out by the roots.

Pop!

"Nnh!"

An obscene sound came from her pussy as my cock slipped out.

The inside of her spread-open pussy was fully exposed.

I could see her wrinkled vaginal walls and cervix smeared with white semen.

Her pussy twitched rapidly, as if asking whether I was satisfied with just that.

Was Isabelle always this lewd?

The warehouse was filled with the scent of Isabelle and me.

They said that married couples with good sexual compatibility could go into heat from hormones alone. Was this what they meant?

The lewd scent of a female in heat seemed to scramble my brain.

This is driving me crazy.

At that moment, my gaze met Isabelle's.

She was looking at me with yearning eyes.

I could see her desire for me to violate her some more.

Gulp.

Swallowing, I grabbed Isabelle's ass.

Neither Isabelle nor I would be satisfied if this ended here.

Just as I was about to give up holding on to my reason.

Creak.

"Is someone in there?"

"?!"

Someone opened the warehouse door.

Isabelle and I hurriedly tried to compose ourselves, but it was already too late.

"Huh?"

"...."

The unexpected visitor was Adelia.

She looked back and forth between Isabelle and me, before her face promptly turned scarlet.

"S-sorry."

With that, she ran out of the warehouse.

"Mother-in-law? At least close the door behind you."

. . .

After running out of the warehouse, Adelia could not contain her agitation.

This is crazy! Crazy!

Seeing her daughter and son-in-law having sex had shocked her that deeply.

But Ian and Isabelle were husband and wife.

There was nothing strange about the two of them having sex.

Had Adelia not taught Isabelle how to give a titjob herself?

But seeing it with her own two eyes was another matter entirely.

The innocent Ian and pure Isabelle were having sex in a warehouse in broad daylight?

It would have been shocking enough to catch them at it at night. This made the shock Adelia felt twice as great.

And Isabelle's reaction too...

The look Isabelle gave Adelia was not kind.

For an instant, Isabelle's face had twisted as though she were displeased.

That was not a look a daughter would give her mother.

It was the expression a woman wore when she was wary of another woman.

Could she have been wary of me? Afraid her mother would steal her husband away?

Having calmed down somewhat, Adelia sat where she was and pondered deeply.

Heat still lingered in her body, and she fanned herself with one hand to cool down.

Isabelle is mistaken because she doesn't know better. No matter what, how could I possibly develop feelings for Ian? Or maybe I saw it wrong.

Adelia tried to dismiss it as something born purely of misunderstanding.

Thump, thump.

But when she tried to deny it, her chest tightened and an unpleasant feeling lingered.

What occupied her mind now was Ian's massive cock.

Ian can change like that too.

The look in Ian's eyes as he fucked Isabelle had truly been that of a beast.

What would it feel like to be looked at that way by him?

For some reason, Adelia was beginning to envy Isabelle.

. . .

Stamping her feet, Isolde pressed her lover, John.

"John, how long are you going to keep putting this off? I want to get married now too!"

"Isolde, I'll talk to my father. So please wait just a little longer."

"I can't wait any longer! Isabelle got married too! How can an older sister get married later than her younger sister?"

"Haah... Isolde."

"Did you just sigh at me, John?"

"Yeah, I sighed. So what? You keep making ridiculous demands."

"You're saying my demand is ridiculous?"

"Yeah. We've been dating all this time, yet you've never put out even once. And now you want marriage? Isolde, does that even make sense?"

"You want to take my virginity before we're married?"

"Everyone in the village knows we're dating. You can let me have it once before we get married."

At John's words, Isolde bit her lip.

The reason she dated John with marriage in mind was simple.

John was handsome, and the wealthy village chief's son.

She did not know about his capabilities, but he seemed well respected.

She had chosen John for his financial power rather than love.

Unlike her younger sister Isabelle, she was very realistic.

To Isolde, marriage was a kind of business and a means to build a better future.

That was why John's blunt demand for her virginity could only disgust Isolde.

A virginity was the only means by which a woman could gain the upper hand over a man. Giving it to her boyfriend before marriage?

Isolde thought there was nothing more foolish.

Especially for someone as beautiful as herself, the value of her virginity was all the greater.

And he wanted her to give it away just like that?

Isolde scoffed inwardly.

"I'm anxious too. I'll speak to my father about our marriage. Before then, let's do it once. We've been together a long time. And if you get pregnant, Father will have no choice but to give us permission."

"Can you keep that promise?"

"Of course. You know how much I love you, Isolde."

At John's declaration of love, Isolde smiled.

It was not the sweet smile she usually showed John, but a cold and chilling one.

"Then prove it."

"What?"

"Prove that you love me."

At Isolde's words, John put a hand to his forehead, swallowed a curse, then lost his temper.

"Fuck, is it that time of the month? Why are you so sensitive today?"

"You say you love me! But you can't even put up with this?"

"Because you keep picking fights over ridiculous things!"

"If you love me, you can put up with it! Ian did."

"The fuck?"

When a curse finally came out of John's mouth, Isolde's eyes flared.

"Did you just swear at me?"

"What did you say just now?"

"I asked first."

"Fuck, yeah, I swore. So what? And you were the one who compared me to another man first!"

John shouted as he grabbed Isolde by the collar.

"Do you think I'm inferior to that guy too?"

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