Chapter 3 — The Married Woman's Crisis - Part 1 (3)

"Look at this. Isn't it amazing? This is your juice."

The man's crude words humiliated Sarah, and that humiliation twisted into another emotion, spreading through her body.

He stared at his thumb and grinned wickedly, then stuck it into his mouth and sucked.

"W-what are you doing?"

Sarah shivered, her body trembling faintly as she watched him suck on her own wetness.

This time, he slowly extended his middle finger and pushed it deep into her petals. Her tender inner flesh twitched, sucking the finger inside.

"Heh heh. Look at that—so eager, sucking the finger right in."

"Huuk... Stop... please stop."

The man kept spewing vulgar words without pause, while Sarah struggled desperately to control the strange, growing sensations transforming her.

His finger moved slowly, rubbing the inner walls, summoning unbearable pleasure. Sarah softly parted her lips, breathing heavily.

"Hold still for a moment. Don't move even slightly, or everything up to now will have been wasted."

He pulled his finger out, sucked it clean, and walked toward the refrigerator.

In his hand was a half-eaten cream cake, leftover from who knows when.

He picked it up, crouched back between her legs, and dipped his index finger deep into the whipped cream before bringing it down toward her.

"W-what are you... Huuk..."

With one hand, he found her clitoris hidden beneath the hood and smeared it with cream.

The cold, slimy sensation made Sarah twist her body slightly.

Startled by the chill and the sudden stimulation, she lowered her head to look at her own sex.

Below her dark pubic hair, her sex glistened, the pale cream smeared across the top.

Sarah tried to close her legs again, but the man's terrifying gaze forced her to spread them back open.

He pushed his face between her thighs, extended his tongue, and slowly licked upward along the slit.

"Huuk... Stop... please... huck..."

She never imagined he would lick her there. Had she ever even imagined such a thing?

The mere thought of someone licking her sex sent strange sensations through her, filling her from the tips of her toes to the crown of her head with heat.

Her face burned as if feverish, and each time his tongue brushed over her, she shivered faintly.

"Ahh... please stop... huck..."

She could do nothing but writhe helplessly, struggling to endure the stimulation.

The man kept licking the split cleft, and Sarah felt too weak to remain in this position any longer.

"Huuk... I can't... it's too much... huuk..."

She sat down on the table, pressing her buttocks against it, stretching her hands behind her to support herself, lifting her upper body slightly.

The man didn't stop her, only spread her legs even wider.

Her sex was soaked—drenched in his saliva and her own hot fluids.

His tongue, which had only licked the valley, finally moved upward and began sucking the cream-covered clitoris. Sarah, electrified by a sensation she'd never felt before, swayed her hips side to side to release the feeling, but the man's tongue wouldn't allow it.

Her thighs trembled violently from the stimulation, and her legs repeatedly closed and opened slightly.

"Huuk... stop... please... I beg you... ahk..."

Moans spilled from her lips, and her body was already chasing that pleasure.

As if to prove it, without even realizing, she began moving her hips up and down slightly.

Each time her hips lifted, the man's tongue pressed hard against her clitoris, and Sarah moaned, feeling electric pleasure run up her spine.

As the pleasure spread through every corner of her body, the discomfort that had filled her mind gradually faded.

Stimulated, her tender inner flesh secreted more arousal fluid, flowing down along the groove.

"Heh heh. You're drooling with pleasure... looking so damn hot..."

"Haa... stop now... really... huuk..."

The man used both hands to spread her plump buttocks and followed the flow of her fluids with his tongue.

Her anus, shaped like a chrysanthemum, glistened with arousal fluid, and she twitched, sensing his gaze upon it.

His tongue, pointed like a spear, prodded her anus, and Sarah moaned.

"Ahh... not there... huuuh... stop... please... huuk..."

She never knew anyone could stimulate her there. Her husband, in their occasional sex, only ever penetrated her—never touched her like this.

Each movement of the man's tongue awakened new sensations hidden deep within her body, startling her over and over.

His tongue chased her relentlessly, and Sarah, pinned against the edge of the table, could no longer escape.

The man looked at her and smirked, then suddenly lifted her into his arms.

Without thinking, Sarah instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, gripped by an inexplicable anxiety that something else was about to happen to her.

"Heh heh. What? You like me that much?"

Startled by his words, she quickly pulled her hands back to her chest.

When the man carried her into the bedroom, Sarah's large eyes trembled violently.

She knew she should say something, but her lips wouldn't open.

As the man gently laid her on the bed, Sarah curled her body tightly.

"Bend your knees and spread them open. Stretch both arms out to the sides."

"It's enough now. Let me go. Please."

"Are you going to ruin everything now? We're almost there. Just a little more and it's over."

Reluctantly, she obeyed, bending her knees, spreading her legs, and moving her hands that covered her chest out to the sides.

The man climbed onto the bed and straddled her stomach.

"Huuk..."

Sarah moaned softly under his weight. The first time she felt his naked body against hers sent a shiver through her, stirred by a strange emotion.

It wasn't the same disgust or revulsion she'd felt when first seeing him, like seeing a bug.

Before she could identify the emotion, his face drew near, and Sarah turned her head away.

"No kissing..."

"Heh heh... Who said anything about kissing?"

As she turned her head, her small, delicate earlobe came into view, and he sucked it into his lips.

Sarah felt his hard, hot mass pressing against her stomach. Embarrassed by the sensation, she twisted her body—but then the strange, ticklish feeling in her ear made her writhe.

"Haa... it tickles... stop... it tickles... huuk..."

"Haa... suck... suck... suck... haa..."

This time, his tongue plunged into her ear canal.

The hot breath and the soft, warm sensation sent fire through her lips, and another hot moan burst from her.

His lips slowly moved down from her neck, and each touch awakened new sensations, gradually taming Sarah's body.

The change reached her breasts—both pink nipples stiffened proudly, trembling.

He grabbed both nubs with his index fingers and rapidly vibrated them with his touch.

"Hak... huuk..."

Moans burst out despite her efforts to hold them back.

"How's that? Can you feel it?"

"Haa... haa..."

She couldn't answer—only gasped for breath.

Sarah looked down toward her chest as she felt him stimulating her breasts.

He sucked her nipples hard, then lightly bit them with his teeth. He was a pro at this.

Sarah felt her lower body drenched again in hot arousal fluid.

The man looked at her and grinned wickedly.

"How is it? Good, right?"

"Just let me go. My husband will be back soon."

"He won't be back for another two hours. What are you talking about?"

He seemed to have already investigated exactly when her husband would return.

"Let's check how wet you are. Heh heh..."

"No... no, don't..."

Her words couldn't stop his actions.

He grabbed her knees and spread her legs wide open.

Sarah's petals, soaked in transparent fluid, gaped open, revealing her inner flesh. She felt unbearable shame and humiliation.

"Of course. You have a sensitive body. Look at how wet you are. It's a flood. A damn flood."

"Please don't say that... huuk..."

His tongue returned, licking from top to bottom of her valley, and her body writhed under the stimulation.

Sarah closed her eyes, trying to recall math formulas from her school days, desperately clinging to the last thread of reason—but resisting his stimulation was impossible from the start.

She was shocked by what lay before her eyes. Right in front of her, his grotesque, erect member twitched obscenely.

A pungent odor tickled her nose, and Sarah gagged repeatedly.

Even though she'd once taken it into her mouth, seeing it from below felt entirely different.

"Haa... suck... suck... haa..."

The man persistently licked her wet petals, and her flesh responded by secreting more arousal fluid.

She felt his fingers parting her inner flesh, and her hips twitched upward.

"You're sucking it right in. Haven't had a woman like you in a long time."

He pushed his finger deeper and slowly moved it back and forth.

"Huuk... take it out... don't... huuk..."

Sarah twisted her hips, trying to escape the stimulation, but his hand didn't withdraw—instead, it moved faster.

Her breasts heaved up and down as she gasped for breath, and his glans repeatedly touched and retreated from her open lips, but she couldn't even focus on that—the stimulation below was too intense.

"Haang... I... don't know... ahhuuk..."

Her hips arched upward in a half-circle, and a scream-like moan burst from her parted lips.

Her body trembled in that position for about thirty seconds before her hips dropped back down. An extreme pleasure she'd never felt even once in her sex life with her husband.

She had just experienced orgasm—for the first time in her 32 years.

The man pulled out his middle finger, soaked in arousal fluid, and inserted his index finger, parting her petals.

Sarah breathed lightly, trying to regain composure, almost sobbing.

Each breath carried the strong musk from his member, but unlike before, it didn't make her nauseous.

He moved his index finger inside while using his cream-covered middle finger to draw circles around her anus.

The area was already wet from fluids flowing down from her valley, and his finger smeared arousal fluid all around.

Each touch sent ticklish sensations, making her anus twitch, and his middle finger slipped in slightly.

"Huuk... what are you doing? Stop..."

Startled by his unexpected action, Sarah tried to move upward, but he followed her every inch.

Her head hit the end of the bed—she could no longer escape and had to accept his touch.

He pushed his middle finger about two joints into her anus and moved it back and forth.

Because it was slick with arousal fluid, it wasn't too difficult for his finger to enter her tight passage.

At first tight, but after a few strokes, the area began to loosen, pulsing in rhythm with his movements, almost helping him.

Her body was already following the stimulation he gave.

"Huuk... I really hate this... I hate it... please stop..."

Even after one climax, Sarah was bewildered by the strange sensation building in another place. And she didn't want to admit it was happening in the forbidden inner region.

His two fingers, each in a different hole, searched for each other through the thin wall between them. Their movements created massive waves of pleasure, and Sarah's delicate body was swallowed by the enormous tide of ecstasy.

"Haang... please... stop... huuuh..."

Her beautiful face flushed red with the blooming heat of pleasure, tears welling in her eyes.

"If you want this to end quickly, the only way is to make me cum."

Yes. Unless she made him cum, she wouldn't escape his hands. Sarah reached for his erect member and gripped it.

"No. Not with your hands. Do it with your mouth. Even better if you take it all in."

"Huuk... why do you make this so hard... huuk..."

The man didn't stop moving his fingers in both holes.

Sarah vaguely realized that if this continued, she might climax again.

She didn't want to admit that such feelings could arise from this shameful, unnatural stimulation—so she had no choice but to make her final decision.

(I'm sorry... honey...)

Even though her husband was someone who hit and ignored her, she still felt guilty making this last choice.

Her full, red lips parted slightly, her head tilted up, and she swallowed his dark red glans.

"Huuk... yes... go deeper... black..."

Sarah tried her best to use only her lips, avoiding contact with her tongue or the inside of her mouth, sucking only the glans.

"You think I'll cum like this, being so passive? Well, I guess you'd rather keep enjoying my fingers."

At those words, Sarah gave up completely.

Her tongue touched the man's glans, and lifting her head as high as possible, she tried to take his member deep into her throat.

(Hak... too big... aha... can't breathe... haa...)

Contrary to her intention, she took it only halfway before pulling back.

"Haa... yes... that's it... you're good... haa... do it harder... suck stronger... haa..."

"Haa... suck... suck... haa... suck... haa..."

The man, seemingly satisfied with this progress, praised her, and Sarah began moving her head up and down, sucking his member.

It was so shameful—spreading her legs wide, exposing her most private parts while sucking his member—but she endured it, driven by the thought that she had to finish quickly.

Otherwise, he would definitely rape her, and she believed this was better than taking his semen inside her body.

(Huuk... haa... haa...)

The man kept moving his fingers while using his tongue to rapidly vibrate her clitoris, parting the valley above.

(Hak... stop... it's too much... aha... can't breathe... aha...)

Already struggling to breathe with his member filling her mouth, the added stimulation made her feel like she was going insane.

Driven by the thought that she had to make him cum quickly, Sarah endured the suffocation and sucked his penis with all her devotion.

(Huuk... not there... you can't... huck... please... stop... haang...)

Her mouth was completely filled with his member, so she could only scream silently inside.

He gave no mercy, sucking her clitoris fiercely.

He was pulling the hidden string of pleasure she had buried deep, and Sarah writhed in inescapable ecstasy, moaning.

Sarah instinctively knew that if he pulled that string just a little more, she would explode.

(Ah... no... no more... haa... black... haang...)

Her anal sphincter clenched around the moving fingers, and her petals secreted so much arousal fluid that it soaked the man's hand.

"Haa... suck... suck... suck... woop... suck... haa..."

"Heh heh. You're loving it to death. Look at this slut cumming—my hand is soaked."

Low, unimaginable vulgarities poured from the man's mouth.

It was around then that Sarah realized she was actively sucking the man's penis—something she had once found so dirty and disgusting.

(I'm doing this because I have no choice... huuk... I have no choice... haa...)

Sarah shouted inwardly, trying to justify her actions.

His persistent stimulation continued, and she twisted her body desperately, trying to resist the explosive pleasure building inside.

Sarah lightly bit his member with her teeth, trying to endure the storm of pleasure—but in response to his movements and the intense stimulation across her body, she was swept once more into a massive orgasmic storm.

Her body convulsed as if electrocuted, and pleasure many times stronger than her first climax surged from her head to her toes.

Lost in the storm, Sarah unconsciously savored the intense, melting pleasure, sucking the man's member deeply.

"Haa... good... suck harder... yes... huuk..."

"Haa... suck... suck... haa... suck... haa..."

He thrust his hips downward, pushing his glans deep into her throat and pulling back repeatedly. Sarah didn't resist, taking his penis fully into her mouth.

Soon, a short moan burst from the man's lips, and his penis in her mouth jerked violently, spurting semen.

Sarah felt the hot liquid hit the back of her throat and had no choice but to swallow the man's cum filling her mouth.

Thick night-blooming jasmine scent spread through her mouth. After the man squeezed the last drop of semen into her mouth and pulled away, the ceiling of the hotel room came faintly into view.

Everything that had happened felt real now, and a single tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.

The soft fragrance of night-blooming jasmine lingered in her mouth.