"Ah..." As Michael’s tongue ventured deeper into Betty’s crevice, he let out a moan, louder than before, but it still didn’t stop him. His tongue flicked and explored the tight, narrow space between Betty’s cheeks.
Due to the tightness and the limited resolution of the camera, it was unclear whether Michael was focusing on Betty’s anus or her labia, or perhaps both.
While squatting down and indulging in his act, Michael withdrew his hands, but this time, they weren’t reaching for Betty’s pajamas but his own. It was clear, without a doubt, what Michael was about to do.
As he slowly exerted force, his pajamas began to slide down. Given his squatting position, his buttocks and the crevice between them were the first to be exposed.
Michael’s penis hadn’t appeared yet, but it was only a matter of time. The tented outline in his pajamas hinted at a size both thick and large, unseen until now in its true form. I glanced back at Betty, still deep in sleep, then fixed my gaze on the screen where Michael was about to remove his last piece of modesty.
He was preparing to stand by the bed, to enter Betty from behind, to claim her, to mate with this woman who had become like a mother to him, to fertilize this mature woman...
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"Thump, thump, thump..." Just when I thought my beloved wife was about to be taken by Michael, I heard a sound in the video that was like a lifeline to me in my desperation.
That sound was the knocking of my own return. It was only then that I had a moment to glance at the computer’s clock in the corner, showing it was about twenty minutes ago.
Michael’s butt had just been exposed, and he was about to pull his erect penis from his pajama pants when the knocking startled him, halting all his actions. He seemed unsure if he had heard right, or if it might have been the neighbors knocking.
"Thump, thump, thump..." As I knocked a second time, Michael, like a startled deer, quickly pulled up his half-removed pajamas, hurriedly dressed Betty, buttoning up her nightgown, and restored everything to its original state before dashing to his own bedroom. He didn’t forget to close Betty’s bedroom door behind him.
Throughout this process, Michael was visibly scared, knowing all too well who had come home, but in his nervous state, he didn’t dare to open the door for me, choosing instead to hide in his bedroom.
It wasn’t until I took out my keys and entered the room myself that I saw everything.
I shut down the video and the computer, then took another look at Betty’s lips, which Michael had kissed. I unbuttoned Betty’s nightgown and bra, looking at her breasts, where Michael’s saliva had already dried on her pink nipples. Leaning closer, I could still smell a faint male breath odor.
At that moment, I felt incredibly relieved that I had come back in time tonight. If I had been just a few minutes, no, even one minute later, Betty might have been fully penetrated by Michael.
Should I show this video to Betty? Even if she saw it, she might think that as a teenager, Michael had a reason that could be forgiven, and she would probably just educate him. But because of his young pride, Betty wouldn’t want to hurt him too much, just be more cautious in the future, not giving him opportunities.
But what about me? After all, I had used surveillance to watch over my home. Betty might forgive Michael, but would she forgive me? From last night’s incident, I knew Betty hated most that I doubted and didn’t trust her.
What should I do? I was torn.
After pondering for a while, I shook my head, deciding it was time to sleep. I took off my clothes, planning to sleep with Betty tonight, hoping she would forgive me in the morning and we could reconcile.
As I was changing into my pajamas, I embarrassingly found myself erect again, with some faint fluid secreting from the tip.
What was going on? Why did seeing Michael defile my beloved wife arouse me? Did I really have some kind of cuckold fetish?
I looked at Betty’s lower body, and I removed her pajama pants and underwear, positioning her in the same pose Michael had prepared her in before I entered, lying on her side facing inward, her buttocks sticking out.
Betty was sleeping so deeply; she didn’t wake up even as I moved her. I wasn’t as timid as Michael; all my movements and the force I used were normal, yet Betty still didn’t wake. I was speechless at how deeply Betty could sleep.
"Michael didn’t finish the job, so it looks like it’s up to me, the rightful husband, to step in..." I glanced at the closed door, thinking about how Betty hadn’t been intimate with me since Michael arrived.
It was high time I satisfied myself, and maybe even let that kid Michael overhear, just to tick him off and put him in his place.
After I removed Betty’s panties, I noticed her vaginal opening was still moist with arousal, the surrounding pubic hair sticky. I was taken aback to see that her pubic hair was all laying in one direction.
Normally, a woman’s pubic hair is more disheveled, but this indicated something wet had recently swept through them, aligning them so uniformly.
It brought to mind the video where Michael was pleasuring Betty between her thighs, though it wasn’t clear exactly which part he was focusing on. Now, seeing Betty’s vaginal opening, labia, and pubic hair, it was evident that Michael had indeed been tasting her there.
With these thoughts, my ten-centimeter-long penis involuntarily became fully erect. I hate to admit it, but thinking about these things really turns me on and excites me.
Mimicking Michael’s earlier actions, I stood on the floor. Due to my height, I had to slightly bend my knees, positioning the tip of my penis toward Betty, who was asleep on the bed with her buttocks protruding.
"Feels so warm... so tight... so comfortable..." As my penis slowly entered Betty’s slippery vagina, sensations of warmth and tightness enveloped me. Betty seemed to sense something in her sleep, gently shaking her head and buttocks as if adjusting to the foreign object suddenly inside her.