Michael certainly didn’t want Betty to go back to school to wait for me.
After all, since I had interfered, the couple hadn’t had a satisfying lovemaking session for days.
Today, when they were both finally ready, my call inconveniently came through, causing Michael to panic.
He quickly thought of a solution, his gaze fixating on the area beneath Betty’s skirt.
At that moment, Betty was on the phone with me, anxiously trying to find the right words, my last sentence having thrown her into disarray.
Michael swiftly rose from the couch, his erect penis leading the way as he moved behind Betty.
She was still on the phone, deep in thought about how to respond, clearly torn but mindful of Michael behind her.
If Michael weren’t there, Betty would have happily agreed to meet me.
Unbeknownst to Betty, Michael was already positioning himself behind her, his thick, massive penis aimed directly at her.
Due to the height difference, Michael had to squat slightly to align his penis with her.
"Okay, honey, you... ah... no, don’t..."
As Betty let out this scream, Michael had already deeply penetrated her.
While Betty was deliberating, Michael had positioned his penis at the entrance of her vagina, but she hadn’t noticed yet.
Initially, Michael hesitated, knowing that Betty was still on the phone with me.
He feared startling me on the other end of the call and upsetting Betty.
However, after much consideration, Betty agreed over the phone, "Okay, you..."
Before she could finish, Michael knew I had persuaded her to return to school, ruining their plans for the day.
In frustration, seemingly losing his sanity, Michael grabbed Betty’s waist and thrust forward.
His egg-sized glans, unaided by his hands, pushed through Betty’s labia and penetrated her in an instant.
Since they had already been intimate, Betty’s vagina was moist and slick with fluid, allowing Michael’s angry thrust to be brutally deep and swift.
Betty, about to agree with me, suddenly felt a massive penis fill her completely in a rough, abrupt manner.
Caught off guard, she screamed out "no," and by the time she realized what was happening, Michael had tightly gripped her waist, his hips flush against her buttocks, leaving no space between them.
On my end, I was still holding the phone, the speaker pressed against my ear.
The video call transmitted Betty’s scream, making everything seem even more vivid and real.
Michael’s thrust was one of jealousy, anger, and conquest, overwhelming Betty instantly.
In the final moments, Betty pressed the phone’s microphone against her chest, using her ample breasts to muffle any sound.
At this point, I was at a loss for words.
During our call, my beloved wife was being penetrated by another man.
"Slap, slap, slap..."
Michael was clearly jealous and furious that Betty was considering "abandoning" him to return to school and wait for me.
After penetrating her, he began to thrust wildly from behind, his penis moving rapidly in and out of Betty’s "well," drawing clear streams of fluid with each withdrawal. Read exclusive content at Freewebnovel
His hairy groin continuously slammed against Betty’s buttocks, causing waves of flesh to ripple.
"You... ah... you... stop for a moment... Michael... ah..."
Betty pressed the phone tightly against her breast, her body rocking back and forth from Michael’s fierce thrusts.
She tried to speak to Michael, but his relentless pounding made it impossible for her to form complete sentences.
Michael didn’t stop; he was furiously making love to her.
"Michael, stop it, damn it... get off..."
Betty’s voice was filled with urgency as she realized Michael was not only continuing but intensifying his thrusts.
I was shocked to hear Betty curse like that; it was the first time I’d ever heard her use such language.
Michael was startled too and immediately ceased his movements, pressing his hips tightly against Betty’s buttocks, not daring to meet her eyes and just staring down at her quivering buttocks.
His heaving chest showed his defiance to Betty’s scolding, still seething with anger.
"Honey, are you there?"
Finally stopping, Betty quickly moved the phone away from her chest, took a deep breath, and tried to control her speech rate while sounding incredibly tense.
"What just happened?"
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I took a deep breath, continuing to probe Betty.
I struggled to suppress the urge to confront her over the phone, feeling a fire burning inside me.
"Nothing, I just accidentally spilled a beaker of sulfuric acid, almost got it on me, scared me to death..."
Betty lied, her voice trembling slightly, not sounding quite natural, but the scenario seemed plausible as if she really had been frightened.
While she spoke, Michael’s movements softened a lot, gentle and slow, the only sound being the sticky wet noise of their intimate contact, inaudible over the phone but clear in the video.
"Do you still need me to come to the school?"
I asked, a question that now seemed pointless.
Betty was about to agree to meet me; would she still agree now?
As I spoke, Betty pressed the phone against her ample breasts, which now bore the imprint of the phone.
"Um... honey, maybe you shouldn’t come. I’m about to go out and buy some stuff, I’m leaving school now..."
Betty, with one hand behind her back, pinched Michael’s arm, twisting his muscle as if to warn him not to continue thrusting.
Despite this, Michael kept going, silently continuing his slow, deep thrusts.
Betty, enduring the pleasure radiating from her lower body, controlled her volume as she spoke to me.
"Oh, you’re going out to buy stuff? Really?"
Hearing that Betty wasn’t planning to wait for me at school, I knew she had made her choice, and I couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh over the phone.
At this moment, Betty was pressing the phone against her chest, her breathing becoming more rapid.
The two connected intimately, their union creating frothy white foam, Betty’s body and complexion growing increasingly flushed.
"Beep..."
Just as I waited for Betty to respond, she quickly hung up the phone.
Although Michael’s thrusts were slow, they were rhythmic and deep.
Betty could no longer control her body; continuing the conversation was impossible, so she simply ended the call.
"Getting bolder, aren’t you?"
Betty leaned her hands on the edge of the couch, turning to face Michael.
Her face showed a hint of anger, but the flush from their lovemaking gave her a seductive, almost wildcat allure.
Michael remained silent, just gently moving his hips, supporting Betty’s waist.
Betty turned back to her phone, seemingly texting someone.
Was it me?
"Honey, the school administration is here for an inspection, so I can’t talk now. I’ll be out with colleagues to buy some supplies. You just head home and wait for your wife, okay? Don’t skip dinner, kisses..."
As my phone pinged with the message from Betty, I was left speechless, not knowing what to say.