I decided to head home first to check things out. One thing I needed to be sure of was whether Betty had taken her birth control pills. Were they in her purse? Regardless of whether Michael finished inside or not, even pulling out isn’t safe. Just the bare contact earlier could lead to pregnancy, albeit the chances were slim.
"Alright, I’ll be home in an hour." After hanging up the phone, I shut down my laptop, did a final check on various surveillance devices, and left the cabin. I drove the old van towards home.
Betty hadn’t come to the courtyard this afternoon. Instead, she had declined Michael’s request and rushed back home, which eased my mind a bit. That was also why I was now eager to get back. Plus, there were some issues I needed to verify for myself.
As I drove, I felt a bit more relaxed. No matter the outcome, I needed to understand everything. Even if it killed me, I wanted to die knowing the truth.
Still, a nagging feeling of unease lingered because, towards the end of their conversation, Betty seemed to have agreed to come back to the courtyard tomorrow to "make it up" to Michael.
Would she really come? When I arrived home, it was just past three in the afternoon.
Betty rushed to greet me at the door, apron on and hands damp, seemingly from cooking dinner. Seeing her in her homely attire, looking so wise and beautiful, it was hard to connect her with the lascivious behavior from the afternoon before.
Her easygoing expression and gentle demeanor made it hard to believe she had just been on the phone with Michael. If only all this were just a dream.
After dinner, I lay in bed, rubbing my stomach. The meal was lavish, perhaps Betty’s way of making amends. I let her coax me into eating everything she served, hoping it would ease her conscience.
Betty was tidying up the kitchen while I looked for an opportunity to check her purse and the household trash for any sign of birth control pills. When I first walked in, I had taken a moment to check our usual medicine cabinet in the corner of our bedroom but found no trace of birth control.
"Seeing you eat so much tonight made me so happy! It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you eat that much," she said after she had finished cleaning up. After her shower, Betty wrapped in a towel, sat on the edge of the bed, playing with her phone.
I pretended to be engrossed in my phone too, masking my thoughtful expression while waiting for the right moment to search for clues after she fell asleep.
"Let’s head to bed early!" I replied almost instinctively. Betty didn’t respond but used a hairdryer to dry her hair before climbing into bed.
It was odd. Normally, Betty would wear her pajamas back to the bedroom after her shower, changing in the bathroom. But tonight, she came back just in her towel and climbed into bed still wrapped in it. Could it be...? As I pondered, I felt a hand caressing my penis through my pajama pants.
I looked down to see Betty’s hand. She leaned against my shoulder, watching the phone screen with me, but her hand was restless.
My penis, though not as prominent as Michael’s bulging package, was of average size. As Betty stroked me, I wondered if she was comparing me to Michael, perhaps even mocking me in her mind. If she was mocking, she had probably done it countless times before.
"Honey, it’s been a while since we’ve been intimate. Don’t you think?" she whispered seductively in my ear as she continued to stroke me.
It had been nearly half a month since we last made love. Since Michael left, my sexual performance had improved significantly, returning to normal levels.
Although I wasn’t particularly well-endowed, I was within the average range, and our lovemaking usually lasted over ten minutes, which was quite normal.
However, my fertility had been a concern after years of treatment, and Betty and I had long since given up hope.
But Luna had secretly consulted a doctor for me and prescribed some medication, which I had taken at her insistence.
Half a year ago, Betty had taken me for a check-up, which showed some improvement in my condition, though the chances of conceiving were still very low.
Everything was left to chance, and despite our efforts over the past six months, Betty’s belly showed no signs of change.
In the past, just the sight of Betty in a towel would have stirred a reaction in my penis, but today, there was nothing.
Partly due to my poor health, and partly because my mood was off, I just wasn’t in the right headspace.
Betty sat up and slowly pulled down my pajama pants and underwear. I kept my eyes glued to my phone, letting her do as she pleased. I didn’t want to reject Betty or create any conflict; I just wanted to get through each day as peacefully as possible.
After she removed my pants, Betty picked up my penis, sniffed it, and then took it into her mouth.
Betty used to be quite averse to oral sex, only starting to perform it in the last couple of years as a way to make it up to me. Usually, she would wipe my penis with a wet cloth before starting, but this time she went straight for it.
"Ptui." After finishing, Betty spat out and reached into her mouth to pull out a pubic hair that had gotten inside.
She continued with the oral sex, then untied her towel, revealing her voluptuous and sexy naked body.
Even in my dismal mood, I’m still a normal man, and any man would react to such a sight. Finally, under Betty’s relentless efforts, my penis became erect.
However, it was nothing compared to Michael’s; it was like comparing chopsticks to toothpicks.
"Oh," Betty moaned softly as she climbed on top of me, sliding my penis into her vagina.
Betty’s vagina wasn’t as tight as it used to be; it was very wet and loose, perhaps stretched by Michael’s penis, or maybe it was just my imagination. Your adventure continues at freewebnovel
About ten minutes later, I ejaculated inside Betty’s vagina. Throughout, I lay on the bed like a male doll being used for her pleasure.
Betty was actively riding me, and my ejaculation was merely a physiological response; there wasn’t much pleasure in it for me mentally.
After I finished, Betty, with a slight flush on her cheeks, got off me and lay down on the bed, propping a pillow under her hips. She always did this after sex, hoping to increase the chances of the sperm reaching deeper into her vagina to improve the likelihood of pregnancy.
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I went to the bathroom to wash my penis thoroughly, feeling as though it had been tainted by Michael’s presence.
After cleaning myself, I secretly checked the trash can at home, but it was empty; Betty must have cleaned it out in the morning.
Finding no trace of anything, I wondered what I might find in Betty’s purse. All I could do now was wait for her to fall asleep so I could search for the answers I needed.