"Fine, but you have to promise not to tell anyone, especially your father."
Her eyes darted toward the door, her shoulders tensed as if expecting someone to burst in at any second.
"I swear, I won't tell anyone. This secret is just between us."
Ellie's eyes lit up, and the hesitation on her face faded, replaced by a warm, almost glowing smile.
I wasn't sure why she cared so much about me, even before the brainwashing. But that was a mystery for another time.
Right now, I had a mission to finish.
"Would you want me to begin?" she murmured, her eyes wandering to the side, flustered.
"Yeah."
Slowly, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her midi skirt. Then, inch by inch, the fabric began its descent.
First, it slipped past her hips, clinging briefly as if reluctant to part ways. Then it reached mid-thigh, revealing smooth, flawless skin kissed by soft light.
As it passed her knees, gravity took over, letting the skirt pool gently around her ankles with a soft rustle.
And beneath it all were black lace panties, delicate and nearly see-through, offering the bare minimum of modesty.
The fabric clung so tightly it outlined the shape of her large camel toe, making her most private parts all the more tempting to my eyes.
"Zane," she whispered,"are you sure about this?"
"Without a doubt."
She seemed pleased by how certain I was. A soft smile curled on her lips as she slowly slid her panties down.
I looked at her, heat building behind my words.
"Let me have it," I murmured. "Put it on my face,"
The fabric pressed against my nose, warm and faintly damp.
Her scent hit me instantly; sweet, musky, intimate.
Every breath pulled me deeper. Aroused, lightheaded, and lost in her scent.
Through the openings of her underwear, I caught glimpses of her movement as she climbed onto the bed and straddled my waist.
At last, everything was falling into place.
Gently, she guided my shaft towards her entrance, the tip of my manhood brushing against her wetness.
"hmmm… it's too big" she moaned softly, feeling it press deeper, slowly pushing past her slit.
"Be honest, which one's bigger, mine or your husband's?"
My lips curled as I asked, enjoying every second of her flustered look.
She lowered her gaze with a timid smile. "It's… thicker."
Damn, she was too irresistible for her own good.
Her words lit a fire in me I couldn't put out. There was something dangerously exciting about taking what belonged to someone else.
No surprise this kind of genre topped the charts on those questionable manga site everyone pretends they don't visit.
"I..I'm putting it all in," she exhaled, her words making me anticipate more.
She slowly lowered herself, taking me inch by inch, until I hit her cervix.
"It hurts..." she cried out.
Her walls clenched around me, adjusting to my girth as she began to move, riding me with a desperation that spoke of her own pent-up desires.
"Fuck, your pussy feels so good , Aunt Ellie"
Her cheeks turned a rosy pink . . "Y... Your cock feels great too,"
She bit her lower lip gently, trying to hold back the sweet little moans that threatened to spill out.
"Aunt Ellie, you don't have to hold back. Just be honest with yourself. Let it all out. "
With my command in full effect, her eyes shimmered brightly.
Seconds later, her moans poured out.
"Ahhh… Zane," she whimpered, her body moving with newfound eagerness. "It feels so good… I haven't felt this alive in years."
"Ahhh..ahhhh…You're making me feel things I shouldn't…God, it's so wrong, but I love how you're filling me so deep."
"Say it! Tell me how much better I make you feel," I ordered, watching her face twist from the pleasure.
Leaning in, she let her hot breath tickle my ear.
"Your cock is so much better… it's perfect. Bigger, thicker…Way more than I ever got at home. I feel like a woman again, not just some trophy housewife."
"Oh? You're really that frustrated with him, aren't you? Go on, tell me more. I'm listening."
"Yes… yes!" she blurted out.
"He's always so busy with work. I don't even exist in his eyes ."
"I told him I needed attention, that I wanted to feel wanted again. I even suggested we visit you together, but no—his company, his money, that's all he ever cares about."
Talking bad things about her husband while having an affair made her muscles clench tighter around my manhood.
"Please, Zane… don't ever stop using me. I want to be yours...completely."
Overcome with pleasure, she trembled, riding my manhood with a wild urgency that ignored everything but the sensation.
Seeing her true self, completely unfiltered, stripped of shame and restraint was intoxicating.
Right now, none of it mattered—not the ring on her finger or the title she held. She was just a woman, lost in the thrill of being fucked by a man who wasn't her husband.
"Aunt Ellie… I'm close. You feel too good. I can't hold it much longer."
She moaned in response, biting her lip while her hips kept grinding me.
"It's okay… you can finish inside me. My period's in three days."
That was the final blow.
"Shit… I'm gonna cum,"
My cock throbbed deep inside her, and then, like a dam bursting—I came hard, pumping everything into her.
"I'm cumming too!" she cried, her hips bucking uncontrollably as it squeeze out every drop.
Ellie collapsed against my chest, skin damp and trembling.
She was the first to break the silence.
"I really enjoyed it. Thank you… for making me feel wanted again."